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A Hotwife Discovers the Power of Denial…and Uses It for Her Pleasure - Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-11-16 06:52:34 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
“What do you think of this dress?” Kaylee asked as she turned her phone towards Louis.
The dress was floor length with a slit that went halfway up the model’s thigh. It was cut down to her belly button, too, offering a rather tantalizing view of her breasts, which were free from the confines of a bra thanks to the design. The dress looked incredible.
“You’d look incredible in that,” Louis said. “Where would you wear something like that, though?”
Kaylee smiled and moved a little closer. Louis felt the warmth of her thigh against his under the covers and he felt just a hint of desire stir between his legs. He was in his fourth month of abstinence and it didn’t take much to turn him on. “Brad’s been invited to a charity ball of some sort. It’s something like $10,000 a table and Brad’s company buys two tables each year. They give invitations to a handful of employees and they get to spend the night networking with a group of exceptionally successful people, and Brad wants me to go as his date.”
“And you want to wear that dress?” Louis asked.
“I want to look good for him,” Kaylee said. “I want Brad to feel proud to have me on his arm as we walk into that charity ball. I want every man in the room to feel at least a little bit jealous that Brad gets to take me home and fuck me at the end of the night.”
Louis glanced at her phone again and imagined Kaylee wearing that dress for another man. His mind immediately went to something far naughtier than walking into a charity ball, though. He saw her getting fucked in that dress. It wasn’t likely to happen that way, but Louis’s imagination made sure it played out that way in his head. The arousal that resulted must have been obvious on his face, because Kaylee couldn’t help but smile.
“Are you thinking about Brad fucking me?” Kaylee asked.
Louis nodded. He had no shame attached to the arousal he experienced at the idea of his wife fucking Brad.
“I’m going to get my hair done professionally,” she said. “My makeup too. I want to look absolutely perfect for him, Louis. I want every single man in that room to wish that he was the one that got to fuck me. I want every woman to stare daggers at me as she realizes that her husband would rather go home with me. Most of all, I want Brad to fuck me when the night is over. Hell, I’m going to want him to fuck me before we even get to the charity ball, but I’ll just have to spend the night teasing and flirting with him before he plunges that big cock of his into my tight married pussy and makes me cum so hard.”
Louis leaned down and Kaylee welcomed his kiss. He pushed the covers back as their tongues danced and with one swift move he pulled Kaylee into his lap.
“Someone’s excited,” she said softly. “You must really like the idea of me wearing that dress for Brad.”
“I love that you want to look so good for him,” Louis said as his ran his hand up Kaylee’s shirt and grasped one of her perky breasts. She moaned and leaned down to kiss him as he gently played with her stiff nipple.
“There’s just one thing,” Kaylee whispered.
“What is it?” Louis asked.
“The dress is quite expensive,” she said.
Louis wanted to ask how expensive, but Kaylee kissed him and moved her hips over his crotch. He could feel the warmth and wetness emanating from her panties and he couldn’t push the thought of getting to fuck her from his mind. He knew it was unlikely, but this irrational part of his brain didn’t care about what was likely or not.
“How expensive?” Louis managed to get out between kisses.
Kaylee didn’t answer. Instead, she took her shirt off and leaned forward. Her nipple brushed against Louis’s lips and he parted them and moved his tongue over her sensitive flesh, eliciting a low, lusty moan as Kaylee’s hips moved faster over his crotch, taking Louis to an a place of intense desire.
“It’s very expensive, Louis,” Kaylee finally answered.
As much as he wanted to keep fooling around with her, Louis couldn’t let himself get roped into a bad financial decision just because he was horny. He sat back, looked up at Kaylee, and asked, “How expensive?”
Kaylee smiled and picked up her phone. She swiped up and turned it around. Louis scanned the page and stared at the price. “Kaylee, that’s insane. You can’t spend $900 on a single dress. You can’t. That’s…I mean, that’s too much money. We can’t really afford that.”
“Of course we can afford it, Louis,” Kaylee said. “But it’s not just the dress. I’ll need a new pair of shoes to go with it and it will cost another $300 to get my hair and makeup done. I’d guess the total cost will be closer to $1500 by the time all is said and done.”
Louis’s erection quickly faded as it seemed that Kaylee was quite serious about spending $1500 for one night with Brad. “Kaylee, you can’t be serious about this. You just can’t be. We’re not poor, but we’re not rolling in money, either. This kind of expense would blow up our monthly budget and I just don’t see the point in pulling that kind of money out of our savings account just so you can go to a charity ball with Brad.”
Kaylee smiled and set her phone down. She took Louis’s head in her hands and leaned down. Her lips pressed softly against his, and for a moment he refused to kiss her. He told himself he had to resist. He told himself he needed to take a stand, that Kaylee was being foolish.
“Kiss me, Louis,” she said softly. “Please, kiss me.”
She moved her hips over his crotch and in an instant his desire was rekindled. Her lips pressed against his once more and Louis succumbed to his lust. He kissed his wife. Her lips parted and her tongue brushed against his teeth. He opened his mouth and she invaded slowly and sensually, luring him into that foggy-brained state that such intense desire so often created.
“I want you to make up the difference for me,” Kaylee whispered. “In the budget. I want you to give up some of the things you were planning on buying this year. No more new bike. No more game console. No more going to baseball games. I want you to make that sacrifice for me, Louis. I want you to be willing to give those things up so I can look perfect for Brad.”
Louis should have anticipated her request. Kaylee had never been foolish with money and it was suddenly quite clear that she wasn’t being foolish now, either. She was asking Louis to give up the things he’d planned on spending his hard-earned money on.
“Will you…will you let me fuck you if I do?” he asked. Louis remembered their conversation in the bathroom. He remembered that Kaylee made it perfectly clear she intended on making Louis earn the right to feel her pussy around his cock once more.
“It would certainly make me more likely to fuck you,” Kaylee said. “After all, when a man is generous with the woman he loves, she tends to be more inclined to be generous with him. And it would be quite generous of me to let you have my pussy, wouldn’t it? I mean, I don’t need you to fuck me anymore, do I? I have Brad, and after the charity ball he’s going to be more enamored with me than ever. His coworkers are going to congratulate him for landing such a beautiful, sexy girlfriend. He’s going to think the world of me when I’m done charming everyone at that party and seducing him into a place of desire so intense he’ll have no choice but to fuck me with wild abandon and flood my pussy with his seed.”
Louis’s cock throbbed with both cuckold-fueled desire and the deep need to once again feel the warmth and wetness of his wife’s pussy around his shaft. Despite knowing he was being manipulated, Louis couldn’t help but want nothing more than to go along with Kaylee’s plan. He was moments away from giving up half a year’s worth of leisure spending so Kaylee could blow a great deal of their discretionary money on one night with Brad.
“Can I feel your pussy?” Louis asked. “Just a little?”
“Just the tip? Is that what you’re asking for?” Kaylee replied.
Louis nodded despite knowing that he sounded like a desperate teenager trying to lose his virginity.
“No, you may not feel my pussy even a little,” Kaylee said. “You can put your fingers inside me, though. You can feel how hot and slick it is inside me. Would you like that, Louis? Would you like to put your fingers in the pussy that only Brad gets to fuck?”
Louis shook his head. He didn’t want that. It would only feel painful to be reminded of what he wasn’t allowed to have. Kaylee didn’t seem to care, though. She pulled her panties aside, took his hand, and pressed his fingers against her pussy. Once he’d felt even a hint of that warmth and wetness, Louis couldn’t resist. He slipped two fingers inside his wife and watched her lips part so she could moan. He fingered her and used his thumb to stimulate her clit and watched as Kaylee closed her eyes while her moans grew louder.
“You want me, don’t you?” Kaylee asked.
“Yes,” Louis said as he bathed his fingers in the intense wetness of her pussy.
“But only Brad gets to have me,” she said. “Only my bull gets to fuck me. Only my bull gets to cum inside me. Only my bull gets to enjoy my pussy.”
Louis wanted his wife, but that didn’t mean her lust for Brad was painful. It was the opposite. He loved being a cuckold. He loved that she fucked another man. In a way, Louis loved that Kaylee’s first relationship with a bull had been such a massive success that she’d given Brad exclusive enjoyment of her pussy. Of course, that meant the frustration of denial, but sometimes being a cuckold was frustrating.
“You can have me, eventually. You just have to earn it,” Kaylee said. “You can have that warm, slippery, tight pussy that your fingers are inside of right now. It could be your cock inside me, Louis. I could be riding your underwhelming dick instead of getting fingered. I could be moving slowly and seductively over your crotch and milking your dick with my perfect pussy. I could give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. You just have to earn it. Will you do that for me, Louis? Will you sacrifice the things you want so I can buy that dress and a new pair of shoes so I’ll look like the perfect date for my bull? Will you let me impress Brad and his coworkers and everyone else at that party by giving up the things you want? Will you make sure that my bull and I have the best night possible while you wait at home like a good cuckold?”
$1500 might have been a small amount of money to some people, but it wasn’t to Louis. He made a good living, but he wasn’t rich. He really would have to give up some of the things he wanted for Kaylee to be able to spend that money. He really would have to sacrifice.
“Can I have something?” Louis asked. “Can I have a…a blowjob?”
“No,” Kaylee replied without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m even less interested in sucking your cock than I am in fucking you. You can earn a blowjob too, but agreeing to let me spend that money isn’t enough. You’ll get a handjob just like you always do. You’ll also get my appreciation and you’ll get yourself a little bit closer to my pussy.”
“Can I watch him fuck you in that dress?” Louis asked.
“No,” Kaylee said as she reached down and pulled Louis’s fingers from her pussy. She lifted them up and smiled. “Brad is taking me to a hotel after the ball. He’s going to spend the night fucking me in the lap of luxury. Don’t worry, though. He’s paying for the room. I could let you listen, though. I could call you and you could sit and listen while I make him feel good. It might sound a little like this.”
Kaylee took Louis’s slick fingers into her mouth, closed her eyes, and sucked with the kind of skill and passion that would make any man cum. She moaned and parted her lips every so often so the sounds of wet oral pleasure reached Louis’s ears. He was getting a blowjob – of sorts, at least – but it was designed to tease and it was working perfectly.
“Brad would be moaning, of course, because unlike you he’d be getting his dick sucked. I’d be on my knees in front of him in that pretty dress. He’d be in his tuxedo and I’d be looking up at him as I sucked his big, beautiful cock. I’d make it a little bit noisy and wet, just like he likes it. I’d suck him until he stood me up, bent me over the bed, pulled up my dress, and slipped into me from behind. He’d fuck me doggystyle and you’d hear me moaning as he filled me with his big, beautiful cock and made my pussy drip with desire,” Kaylee said.
She moved her hips over his crotch, stimulating Louis’s stiff cock before taking his fingers into her mouth once more. He could feel the wetness of her pussy soaking his underwear and providing just a little more pleasure for the tip of his erect, long-denied dick.
“Kaylee, I…Kaylee, please, I need to have sex with you,” Louis said. It was all he could think about. She’d unquestionably succeeded and filling him with unquenchable lust and he was overwhelmingly desperate. Despite knowing she wouldn’t fuck him, Louis still felt a deep need for it.
“I know you do,” she replied. “But you don’t deserve to have sex with me, Louis. Even though I’m your wife, you don’t deserve it. You gave up deserving sex with me the moment I cuckolded you. The moment I welcomed Brad into our marriage you stopped deserving sex. Now my pussy has to be earned. My mouth has to be earned. The pleasure you seek has to be earned, which means you need to give me what I want, Louis. And I want that dress. I want those heels. I want my hair and makeup to look perfect. I want to have a night of fun, and lust, and passion, and great sex with my bull. I want it and you’re going to give up the things you want so I can have it. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Louis finally admitted. “I will, Kaylee. I will.”
Kaylee released her grip on his hand and it fell to the bed. She leaned down and their lips met as her hips moved with even greater pace over his crotch. Her tongue danced in his mouth while her pussy danced over his crotch with just the thin fabric of his underwear between them. Louis was so close to fucking his wife, and yet he’d never felt further from that particular form of pleasure.
Louis moaned into his wife’s mouth as it became quite clear that the particular version of dry humping she was indulging in was going to make him cum. Kaylee pulled back, but just for a moment. She sat up, leaned forward, and fed Louis one of her nipples. He took it in his mouth and she groaned. He wondered if she was getting close to cumming too.
“Kaylee…” Louis said.
“Shh,” she replied. “Just suck on my tits, Louis. Just make me feel good. Be a good cuckold and make me feel good.”
She didn’t seem to understand that he was about to cum in his underwear. She wasn’t thinking about him. She was in pursuit of her pleasure and all she wanted was for Louis to keep quiet like a good cuckold.
Louis didn’t say another word. Instead, he sucked on his wife’s breasts like she wanted and he lost himself in the intensity of the sensations unfolding between his legs. Kaylee was working her clit, but she was also working his cock with her swift hip movements. Louis moaned and groaned and she must have known she was making him feel good, though that could have spurred her on. After all, Louis wasn’t inside her. He wasn’t fucking his wife and despite denying him her pussy, she rarely denied him an orgasm, so it seemed she was more than happy to make him cum in his underwear.
“Kaylee…fuck…I’m cumming!” Louis cried out a moment before a climaxed exploded from his loins. His underwear filled with hot, thick, sticky liquid as his balls jumped and his pelvis came alive with an intense, tingly kind of pleasure that quickly spread down his legs and into his toes.
Kaylee grabbed Louis’s head and pulled him tight against her chest as she stopped grinding in his lap. He kissed her warm flesh as a series of low, orgasmic moans escaped her lips. She too was climaxing.
In a way, they’d had sex. It wasn’t the kind of sex Louis wanted, of course – it wasn’t even close, really – but it was still a tremendous orgasm. There was something humiliating about cumming in his underwear, but Louis wasn’t worrying about that in the moment.
“I can’t believe you came,” Kaylee said.
“I can’t either,” Louis replied.
“You’re not going to last very long when you finally earn the chance to fuck me again, are you?” she asked with a smile on her face.
Louis was a little embarrassed, but he couldn’t really counter the notion. “Probably not,” he said.
Kaylee laughed softly and kissed him. “Don’t worry. You’ll be able to earn multiple chances to fuck me. I might even let you earn at a chance at a slow, wet blowjob. I might even swallow your cum. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Louis nodded.
“Good. Now go get yourself cleaned up and then grab your credit card so we can order the dress and my shoes,” she said.
Kaylee climbed off his lap and Louis said, “Okay. I’ll be right back.” He got out of bed, grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from the dresser, and headed for the bathroom to clean up. Soon after he’d spend a fortune for his wife to have a great night with another man, a sacrifice he hoped would get him closer to finally having sex with her again.
