I awoke in bed beside my beautiful and sexy new wife, the memories of the wild sexual activities of the night before flooding back into my mind. I was proud of the way I had made love to her even better than I had the day before. The release I had found afterwards in expelling the soapy water that her mother had churned within my bowels had felt almost as wonderful as I imagined the ejaculation still denied me would be. Now though, the pressure of all that semen trapped in my genitals was making me as desperately horny as before, but my penis was out still of reach, locked in the chastity device.
Upon awakening, my wife gave me a stirring kiss that had me eager to do more, but she told me I would have to wait until later, "after I talk with Mom." I had very mixed feelings about hearing those last few words. Would I be allowed to come today, or just subjected to new forms of sexual arousal and domination? I was given no clue until much later that day, when the three of us sat down together. "I am very pleased to hear how well you satisfied my daughter last night, but now she has presented me with a bit of a dilemma," my mother-in law told me. "It seems she is very eager to consummate her marriage with you in the traditional way."
My heart and my penis leapt with joy at those words, and I exchanged a loving look with my darling wife. "The problem is that I do not think it is the proper time yet for you to ejaculate," said her mom. Fortunately, I have a solution. I'm sure you recognize this," she said, showing me the large rubber phallus and harness she had used on me yesterday. "Today it will be your turn to wear this, and to make love to my daughter with it. A good performance may hasten the day of your own orgasm, but this time you will not be judged only by her orgasms. She wants a complete experience, so you will also be judged by how well you fake your own pleasure and ejaculation. The more realistic your acting performance is, the better. No, wait; I'm sure that if you were to use your real penis today, it would probably be throbbing and spurting inside her in just a few minutes. That's much too soon, so don't be realistic in that way."
Before she left the room, I stripped and she carefully strapped the harness on over the chastity device in a position to cause me the least discomfort, and applied lubricant to the tip of the phallus. My wife had already undressed, and she led me to the bed. "Oh darling," she breathed, "we've both waited so long for this." She lay down on her back, opening her legs and drawing me down on top of her. I supported myself on my elbows as she reached between us to position the strap-on, and soon she was urging me forward with her hands on my buttocks. Her long sigh told me I was on track, and I continued until our hips and thighs were pressed together. "At last," she cooed, "I finally have you inside me, and you're so big and deep."
Hearing her say those words for the first time was such a turn-on that my penis pushed hard against the chastity device, in a valiant but doomed attempt to achieve erection. The resultant sexual frustration has its usual effect of driving me on with even greater energy and determination. Remembering my mother-in-law's advice when she had used the strap-on on me, I began to take slow and cautious strokes, pushing up on my hands so I could look down to see what I was doing and get a feel for the proper length of stroke. Growing more confident, I increased my pace, pumping fast and deep. "Yes," she cried, "don't stop, don't ever stop." I didn't, but I modified my position and speed ever so slightly to find the best way to elicit the maximum amount of sighs and moans, as I did when I made love to her with my tongue. I bent my head down and sucked one nipple and then the other into my mouth, swirling my tongue around each extended tip. Feeling her stiffen her legs, I knew her climax was near. I continued to work the strap-on while I kissed her face and told her of my love, and she soon pressed her lips to mine and cried out her pleasure into my mouth.
I began to slow my motion only when I was sure her orgasm was complete, but she did not lie basking in the afterglow for long. "Now it's your turn, darling," she whispered. "I want to feel you come in me." I started to thrust again, making the sounds and expressions I remembered from when I had last done this with my penis instead of a rubber device. My wife kissed and caressed me, working her hips in rhythm with my strokes. "Do you feel my vagina sucking at your penis?" she asked. "Do you feel my labia kissing its head?" I moaned as I vividly imagined the sensations she described. My senses reeled as I almost lost track of reality, imagining my penis plunging in and out of her hot wet tunnel. Semen boiled within me in anticipation of a copious ejaculation, but the pain of the confinement of my straining penis within the chastity device was a constant reminder that an ejaculation would not occur.
Fortunately, my cries of frustration were indistinguishable from those of an approaching climax. My wife squeezed my buttocks with both her hands, telling me: "Don't hold back, darling. Let me have it all; I want to feel all your hot semen spurting deep inside me." All of the arousal and frustrated lust I had experienced up to now did not compare to what I felt upon hearing her say that as I held her naked, passionate body against mine, while I simulated the incredible lovemaking I had dreamed of for so long. I wanted to spurt my long-retained semen and my passion into the woman I loved more than anything else in the world, and having to fake it was almost too much for a man to bear. As I held her even tighter and pressed my lips to hers, gasping in phony orgasm, my real sobs must have made it seem more intense than even a real one would have been. As I lay shaking in her arms, she happily continued to hold and kiss me. "Oh my love, that was more wonderful than I had hoped for," she said. "In fact," she mused, "it was probably more wonderful for me than a real penis and a real ejaculation could have possibly been. You know, I think this is the way we should always make love."
I felt a chill deep inside; what had I gotten myself into?
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