Becca Bellamy
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He Shouldn't Have Resisted for So Long
🕑 Added 2024-06-22 02:47:03 +0000 UTCSam plunged his spoon into his cereal as he perused Twitter to see if anything interesting had happened overnight. He leaned forward to enjoy a scoop of his sweet, crunchy breakfast and paused as Claire stepped into the kitchen and headed for the refrigerator. Sam stared at his wife’s ass in the pink lace boyshort panties she’d worn to bed the night before. It took only an instant for his cock to stir to life at the sight of her utterly flawless backside.
Claire pulled the half and half from the fridge and stood up, showing off her big, perky breasts as Sam remained still with the spoonful of cereal inches from his mouth. Nearly three weeks had passed since his last orgasm and the mere sight of her perfect breasts was enough to produce a half hard cock between his legs.
“Good morning,” Claire said with a smile.
“Babe, you’re killing me,” Sam replied.
Claire offered a playful frown, shut the refrigerator, and slowly sauntered towards Sam with an exaggerated sway in her hips. “I’m killing you?” she asked. “Why is that?”
Sam dropped his spoon into the cereal and sat back as his eyes moved from his wife’s breasts to her hips while lust continued to swirl between his legs. “You know how long it’s been,” he said.
Claire set the half and half on the table and promptly straddled Sam. She moved her pussy over his crotch like she was giving a very friendly lap dance in a strip club. As much as he wanted to touch his wife, Sam kept his hands at his sides to avoid further arousal.
“How long has it been?” Claire asked.
“Three weeks,” Sam answered. “You know that.”
Claire smiled. “I do,” she said. “I’m surprised you made it this long.”
Sam’s cock was so hard it hurt. Claire was offering the equivalent of a little dry humping, but after three weeks without an orgasm it felt almost as good as sex would have. “Please, Claire, stop,” he said. He couldn’t believe he was telling his wife to stop trying to turn him on, but the words had left his lips numerous times over the past three weeks.
Instead of stopping, Claire kissed Sam’s neck and moaned like his cock was inside her. “Mmmm, Sam,” she moaned in a voice laced with intense lust. “I can’t stop, baby. It feels so good.”
Sam wanted to touch his wife. He wanted to grab her ass and squeeze it through the exquisite lace panties. He wanted to reach up and play with her tits. He wanted to indulge in every one of his desires, but instead he gripped the chair to hold back.
“Baby, will you kiss my titties?” Claire asked. “I love it when you kiss my titties. Will you do that for me? Will you kiss them? Will you lick them? Will you suck on them?”
Sam closed his eyes and said nothing. He didn’t want to engage. He didn’t want to pay the price of surrendering to his desires.
Claire adjusted her body so her breasts were in Sam’s face. He felt the warm, impossibly soft flesh against his lips. He resolved to resist the urge to pleasure her, but the moment Claire’s nipple reached his lips Sam couldn’t resist.
“That’s it, baby,” Claire said as Sam wrapped his lips around his wife’s nipple. He sucked gently on her erect flesh and she moaned while bouncing in his lap. Without her panties and his underwear between them, they would have been fucking. Sam would have been deep inside his wife’s wet pussy and he would have been barreling towards a blissful orgasm.
“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” Claire asked. “Do you want me to take these panties off so you can fuck me? You can fuck me right here on the kitchen table. You can even bend me over if you want. You can bend me over and pound my pussy from behind if you want.”
Sam said nothing. He knew Claire was making a genuine offer. He didn’t want to take her up on it, though. He didn’t want to pay the price that would come with having an orgasm.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” Claire asked.
“Of course I do,” Sam answered. “You know I do.”
Claire sat back and grabbed Sam’s hands. She placed them on her breasts and he couldn’t help but play with her perfect, perky flesh. “Then why don’t you?” she asked.
“You know why,” Sam replied.
Claire moaned and leaned back further. She moved her hips over his crotch, grinding into his stiff cock and keeping Sam in a place of wild desire. “You hate it that much?” she asked.
“You know I do,” Sam answered.
Claire smiled. She seemed to take great joy in the outcome of the rule she’d put in place a little over six months ago. “You know you’re going to crack eventually,” she said. “You always do. You can’t resist. Eventually you’ll fuck me. Eventually you’ll claim the orgasm you crave. Then you’ll clean up your mess like a good boy.”
Sam felt the same revulsion he experienced every time he thought about eating his cum. It disgusted him in a way he couldn’t properly explain to his wife, though that only seemed to enhance her glee at making him clean up his mess each and every time he climaxed.
“Claire, please, can we do away with this rule?” Sam begged. “It’s not fun for me. You know I hate eating my cum. You know it’s my least favorite thing in the world.”
Claire pushed a hand into her panties and Sam looked down to see her fingers working her pussy. “That’s the fun part,” she said. “I knew you’d hate this rule when I made it. That’s why I made it. I knew you’d try to resist cumming. I knew I could have fun teasing you. I knew I could try and find ways to make you break, to get you to surrender to your natural desire to fuck your wife and cum inside her. I knew I could have all kinds of fun messing with you in the name of making you follow my rule once you’d had your orgasm.”
Sam was about to say something when Claire pulled her fingers from her pussy. She held them up and they glistened with the wetness she’d found between her labia.
“Would you like a taste?” she asked.
Sam nodded and opened his mouth. He hated the taste of his cum, but he couldn’t get enough of Claire’s pussy, unless of course his load was dripping out of it. She fed him her fingers and Sam greedily sucked them clean, soaking up her sweet juices and listening to his wife moan.
“Are you sure you won’t fuck me?” Claire asked before pulling her fingers from his mouth.
“I’m sure,” Sam replied, resisting his urges once again.
“Will you eat me out?” she asked.
“Of course,” Sam replied.
Claire stood up, took her panties off, pushed his bowl of cereal out of the way and sat on the kitchen table with her legs spread. Sam moved between them and put his tongue to work. Soon enough Claire’s moans filled the kitchen as he tended to her sexual needs and brought her to a long, loud, beautiful orgasm.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Can you give me the night off?” Sam asked. Claire almost always teased him multiple times a day in the name of trying to get him to cum.
“Sure,” she replied. “That’s all you’re getting, though. I know you’re close to breaking, Sam. I know you’re getting desperate. I know I’ll get you inside me soon enough. I know I’ll have you cleaning another load of your cum out of my pussy before long.”
Sam felt a wave of revulsion pass over him and he thought the few bites of cereal he’d already taken might come back up. He knew Claire was right, though. Eventually, he’d break and he’d have to eat his cum once more.
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Sam returned from the bathroom to find his wife’s bar stool empty and a half-drunk cocktail resting on a napkin. He checked his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed a text from her and then scanned the crowded bar in search of Claire.
It wasn’t until he focused on the dance floor that he spotted his wife’s blonde hair. It didn’t register as Claire at first, though, because she was dancing with another man. She was dancing rather intimately with him, in fact. It was an upbeat song, but their bodies were exceptionally close and Claire didn’t seem to mind that he let his hands wander over her hips and ass on several occasions.
It wasn’t until Claire spun around and pressed her ass into the guy’s crotch that Sam felt truly alarmed, though. The guy took her friendliness as an invitation to put his hands on her waist and pull her even closer and just like that they were practically dry humping on the dance floor. The guy brushed Claire’s blonde hair aside and kissed her neck, eliciting a smile and what looked like a little bit of a moan.
The guy’s hands slowly moved up Claire’s torso. Sam watched as another man seemed intent on grasping his wife’s breasts in the middle of a crowded bar. Claire made no attempt to stop him, either. His hands stopped right under her breasts, showing he had the good sense not to fully grope her with dozens of people all around.
Claire seemed to like his touch, though, as she turned her head and looked at the man she was dancing so closely with. He seemed to interpret that as an invitation to kiss her, as his lips quickly found Claire’s. Sam’s heart pounded as he watched his wife welcome the other man’s kiss. He sat up straighter, but he made no move to depart the bar stool and stop what was unfolding on the dance floor.
The kiss seemed to go on forever. Sam watched his wife open her mouth. He watched the other man’s tongue penetrate her. He watched Claire offer her tongue. He watched the other man take Claire’s breasts in his hands for a few moments and play with them through the thin material of her dress and the sexy lace bra she wore underneath.
They danced, touched, and kissed until the song ended. Claire then whispered something to the guy and pulled out her phone. Sam was certain she was getting his number. Why would she want another guy’s number?
Claire departed the dance floor and headed towards Sam as a new song started. The guy she’d danced with stared at her ass for a few seconds and then headed back to his friends, all of whom offered big smiles and high fives as they congratulated their friend on a job well done.
“What was that?” Sam asked as Claire returned to her bar stool and took a long sip of her drink.
She looked at him, smiled, and said, “It’s been a month since my husband fucked me and I’m getting a little desperate, so I figured I’d find someone else to satisfy me.”
Sam studied his wife’s face for some indicator that she was kidding. He found none, though, and based on what she’d done on the dance floor – public foreplay, basically – he couldn’t help but wonder if she was actually serious.
“His name is Ted,” she said. “And he’s got a big cock.”
Sam’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“I could feel it,” Claire said. “When we were kissing. I could feel it pressing into my ass. It’s big. Really big. I bet it would feel fucking great inside me.”
“What are you doing, Claire?” Sam asked.
“I have needs, Sam,” she replied. “And if you’re not willing to meet them, someone else will. All I have to do is give Ted a call and he’ll fuck me as many times as I want.”
“This is crazy,” Sam said.
Claire sipped the last of her drink, swallowed, and leaned closer to say, “You can solve my problem, baby. You just have to fuck me. I’d rather you were the one to satisfy me, but I know Ted’s up to the task. I’ll let him take me to his car or the bathroom if you don’t want to.”
“You know I want to fuck you,” Sam said. “I just don’t want to…you know, do what I have to do afterwards.”
Claire smiled. “I don’t care. I’m getting fucked tonight, Sam. It’s been a month. I’m sick of waiting for you to gather the courage to clean your load out of me. So I’m getting fucked tonight. If you won’t do it, Ted will. It’s up to you.”
Sam couldn’t believe Claire was willing to take their game to this extent. He knew she found intense pleasure in teasing him and in making him eat his load – despite knowing how much he hated it – but this felt like too much.
“I’ll fuck you,” Sam said. He wasn’t going to take the chance that Claire was actually serious. He was going to fuck her and clean up his mess. At least he’d get to have a great orgasm before the revolting experience of eating his cum.
Claire smiled, took his hand, and dragged Sam off the bar stool and towards the exit. They headed for the car and when Sam reached for the front door she said, “No. Get in the backseat. I need it right now.”
Sam got in the backseat and Claire followed. They kissed as she unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He was hard in her hand in just a few moments.
“Fuck that feels good,” Sam said as Claire smiled.
“Yeah? I bet this will feel even better,” she replied before dropping her head into his lap and taking Sam’s cock into her mouth.
Sam moaned as heat and wetness enveloped his dick. He knew a month without an orgasm was bound to enhance his pleasure, but it felt like the best blowjob he’d ever received.
“Oh, fuck, Claire, that’s incredible,” Sam said.
Claire’s hand began to move up and down his shaft in concert with her mouth. She sucked harder and moaned, sending delightful vibrations down his shaft. Sam’s entire pelvis felt like it was alive with wondrous pleasure.
“Oh, shit,” Sam said in a panic. “Claire, stop, it’s…I’m…”
He came in her mouth. Claire moaned and kept her lips sealed around his shaft as Sam’s cock erupted and poured hot cum onto her tongue. Sam felt his toes curl in his shoes and he closed his eyes as a delightful sense of lightheadedness overtook him.
Claire sat up and Sam felt the pleasure of his orgasm dissipate as he considered what was about to happen. There was no avoiding it. He was about to receive a load of his cum directly from his wife’s mouth.
Claire leaned closer and put a hand on the back of his head. She pressed her lips against his and Sam opened his mouth as he knew his wife expected him to. Her lips parted and cum flowed onto his tongue.
Sam groaned in displeasure. He hated the taste of his cum. He hated the consistency. Most of all he hated – despised, really – the idea that he was eating his own load. He’d never been able to explain why, he just knew that he hated it more than anything.
“Swallow,” Claire said after transferring all of Sam’s load from her mouth to his. “Swallow right now.”
Sam swallowed and almost immediately retched. He took deep breaths to try and control his stomach and prevent vomiting.
“Good boy,” Claire said.
Sam’s eyes were watering and his stomach churned as he looked up at his wife.
“Unfortunately, I didn’t get what I needed,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” Sam replied.
“It’s okay,” Claire said. “Next time, though, don’t wait a full month before you give in to your desire to cum. Do it a little quicker.”
Sam nodded. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to do that – he felt ill from having to eat his load – but he would try.
Claire leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek. She opened the car door and gracefully exited the backseat.
“Where are you going?” Sam asked.
Claire laughed. “I’m going to get what I need. Assuming Ted drove here, I’m going to fuck him in his car. If not, we’ll use ours, so you might want to clear out unless you want to watch someone else fuck me.”
“Claire, wait, you can’t do this,” Sam said as he tucked his cock back into his pants and moved towards the door.
“I can, and I’m going to,” she replied. “This is your fault, Sam, not mine. You could have fucked me weeks ago. You chose not to, though, because you didn’t want to eat your load. That’s okay, but there’s a price to pay. You don’t get to stop me, though. You made a choice, after all. Now I’m making a choice. If I were you I’d wait in the bar until Ted and I are finished, but it’s up to you.”
Claire walked away and Sam’s shoulders sank in defeat as he watched her head towards the bar’s entrance. Soon enough she’d be walking out with another man. Soon enough she’d be fucking another man. If only Sam hadn’t been so afraid to eat his load. If only he’d been willing to endure the great displeasure of consuming his cum. He could have stopped all of it.
Sam got out of the car and headed for the bar. Claire was right. He didn’t want to be around while she was fucking someone else. Sam passed by her and Ted on his way in. He had his hand on Claire’s ass. He gave it a good squeeze as they headed towards his truck. Soon enough they’d be fucking. Sam headed for the bar and ordered a strong drink to wash down the taste of his cum and to try and wash away the thought of his wife taking someone else’s cock.
Sadly, it didn’t work, so all Sam could do was sit at the bar and imagine another man fucking his wife. It was a miserable experience, but Sam couldn’t help but think that Claire had gotten exactly what she wanted. There was no way he’d wait that long before cumming again. He was going to see to her needs even if it meant eating his load a lot more often than he wanted. That was a far better outcome than Claire fucking other guys, so it was the only outcome that made sense.
