My Favorite Time of the Month

Where should I begin? I suppose the best place would be right now, right here.

(The Second Night.)

I'm standing in front of you in a military pose called "parade rest", with my legs spread and my hands behind my back, but I'm naked. You're sitting in front of me.

"Tell me about last night, Baby, I want to hear you talk about it."

"Last night, I stood here, just like this, and you rubbed and teased my balls for an hour."

"Did it feel good?"

"Oh, God yes, it was wonderful but frustrating, of course."

"You mean, because I didn't let you come?"

"Yes, ma'am."

This is one of the things that you started doing right after we were married, just out of college. During the month when you were "unavailable for sex" as you put it, you would find ways to tease me every night but would not let me come. You wanted me so horny that as soon as you were "available" I would ravage your body with rough and repeated fucking until we were both exhausted. It always worked.

"Tell me what it felt like; I know you wanted me to tease you."

"The way you slid your fingers lightly down the sides of my balls almost tickled and yet it was exciting. When you slid your fingers under my hard balls and tapped upwards, I thought I would come."

"But you didn't because you're a good boy and it wasn't time."

"Yes, ma'am."

When we are in this role play mode and I am submissive, calling you "ma'am" acknowledges your complete control over me. It enhances the excitement and makes my orgasm intense. The soft teasing and yet authoritative tone of your voice is enough to make me hard. You know exactly what to say and how to say it.

"I like scratching your taint with my fingernails because you never know what else I may do with them."

"Yes, ma'am, you know how much I love your fingernails."

"Your nut sac gets as hard as a baseball when I use my fingernails."

"I can't help it. You know just how and where to touch me to get me excited, and to make me come when you want to. I love not knowing when you will let me come."

Over time, you have developed the perfect touch, when to apply pressure to get me to the edge and when to abate it to stall my finish. It's a sweet agony that all men love to endure. We crave it.

"What do you think about when I'm rubbing your balls?"

"I imagine how good it will feel when you finally curl your fingers around my cock."

"But even if I do that, tonight, you won't come, will you, Baby?"

"No, ma'am, not until you tell me to."

"Good boy. But what if I don't let you come until tomorrow?"

"I will dream about it and suffer until you let me come, ma'am."

I have become accustomed to the "good boy" during our ritual. It's just condescending enough to make me feel submissive without feeling degraded. And you know how much it affects me.

"Does it excite you, wondering if I will touch your cock?"

"Yes, ma'am, but it adds to the frustration, being edged just by touching my balls."

"That's good to know, Baby; maybe next month I will try it even longer."

"Will I be able to come tonight, ma'am? My balls are beginning to hurt."

"Tonight we're going to play with your balls for two hours and then you can take a shower and go to bed."

A woman cannot understand the agony of "blue balls" past the frustration. When my balls knot up and seem to shrink into my body, it feels like there is a rock, a growing pebble inside my balls. The longer I am edged and denied, the bigger and heavier that rock gets inside my balls. The weight is like a pain that seeps and spreads throughout my groin. I don't know why but I actually like it. And you know I do.

(The Third Night)

I am lying on our bed on my back, naked of course, with my arms at my sides and my legs spread open. There has never been a need for any restraints because we both know I will not move unless you tell me to.

You are naked, lying on top of me in your favorite position to tease me. Your face is hovering over my growing erection and your thighs are parted just enough to rest my face between them. Your legs are extended and your full weight rests on me.

"Can you smell how wet I am tonight, Baby?"

"Oh, God yes, you smell so good, ma'am."

"No licking, now, behave for me."

"Yes, ma'am."

The smell and taste of a woman's aroused pussy is such an aphrodisiac for men that we can rarely resist wanting to lick and suck her to orgasm. To be this close to your pussy and being denied access to it is sweet torture. But you know that.

"Tell me why you like this position; aren't I too heavy on your face?"

"No, no, ma'am, it's part of the excitement; it adds to feeling like you're in control."

"Oh, I'm in control, all right. I'll bet if I grind on your face that you'd come, wouldn't you, Baby?"

"Yes, ma'am," (almost whining in an embarrassed voice.)

Just trying to speak presses my jaw against your thighs and I know my cock must be dripping precum. I can feel your warm breath on the tip of my cock when you speak. Every word, every breath draws the skin tighter on the shaft.

"If you continue to be a good boy, I'll squeeze my legs together and smother you a little bit; I know you like that."

How can I answer that without shooting cum into your face? Just talking about it, you send shivers through my cock.

"Focus on staying hard but don't move; I'm going to put my mouth over it."

I don't know how you discovered or thought of this but it is sexually diabolical. I have to hold my erection perfectly still while you open your mouth wide and move it down over my cock, never touching it. Your breath on my pulsing cock makes my balls roll around in anticipation. ("Can we fire yet? Now would be great!")

I know your rule; it at any time my cock twitches and touches your mouth or tongue, the session ends and I have to shower and go to bed with no further play time. You have no idea how hard it is to stay rigid and immobile when your saliva drips down onto my aching cock, wavering dangerously in the warm chasm of your open mouth.

Finally, you raise up and take a deep breath, as do I. That was close, my love.

"You're being exceptionally accommodating tonight."

"Thank you, ma'am, I'm trying my best to behave."

"Maybe I should reward you; would you like that?

"You mean, you would let me come, ma'am?"

"No, of course not; it's not TIME yet."

"Sorry, ma'am, I was just hoping."

"Here are your choices. I will suck your cock and let you lick me to orgasm, OR I will sit on your face and ride myself to orgasm."

This is the epitome of sexual teasing for me. You are well aware that a sixty-nine is my preferred position to come and to make you come. You also know that I CAN'T come until you do, even if you are vigorously sucking my cock. So you know that to avoid even more sexual frustration, I have to ask you to sit on my face.

"Are you going to ride my face for very long? I don't know how long I could last, ma'am."

"I don't want you to suffer unnecessarily, Baby. I'll just come once and then I'll paint your face with my pussy, and you can go to bed."

"Thank you, ma'am! That's a bonus."

Having you use my face, my lips, nose, mouth and chin to arouse you and get you off is the ultimate pleasure for me. You know that after you wash my face with your pussy I will want to wear it all night and tomorrow. The smell of your dried bodily fluids can keep me erect for hours.

(The Fourth Night)

I'm lying on our bed on my back in the same position as last night. You're kneeling between my spread legs, with one hand cupping and gently squeezing my balls. Your other hand is lightly fisted around my cock, slowly stroking it up and down.

"I want to use my mouth on you tonight, Baby, can you handle it?"

"If you don't do it too long, I can try to hold out."

"You're such a good boy, and I promise if you continue to hold out, tomorrow it will be wonderful for you."

"I know, ma'am, I can hardly wait."

"Now, close your eyes and just think about how my mouth feels on your cock."

There's a certain exhilaration that a man feels when a woman puts her mouth on his cock. You happen to have the perfect touch, knowing how and when to take it deep and when to focus on just the tip. The softness of your lips riding down my shaft and then sucking as you pull back to the tip draws on my very soul.

Your tongue snakes around the tip like it would on an ice cream cone. I only wish my cum was as tasty for you as your favorite ice cream flavor. When your mouth slides to the base of my cock and I feel the shaft resting on your tongue, I can imagine that if you let me come, I could shoot my load straight down your throat and there would be none in your mouth.

"Would you like to come in my mouth tonight?"

"Oh, my God, yes! Please, ma'am, could I?"

"Ask me nicely."

"Ma'am, can I please come in your mouth, please?"

"It's "May you please cum in my mouth," so...no, Baby."

All during my shower I will think of your warm mouth and what it does to me.

(The Fifth Night)

As I enter the bedroom, I find you standing by the bed in your robe. Your hair is down, long and flat, the tips almost reaching your nipples. As I approach you, the robe drops to the carpet and our naked bodies embrace.

The warmth of your body, the heat from your pussy and your hard nipples drilling into my chest all make me weak and yet I know that tonight is the night, the night I not only get to come but to make you come. You spread your legs slightly.

"You may eat me now, Baby."

Dropping to my knees, I press my mouth into your pubic hair and your hands guide me. urge me, reward me. When at last I pull away, my face wet with your arousal, I feel the rush that we both have waited for.

I slide my arms around you to cup your tight buttocks and I lift, carrying you over to the wall by the bed. Slamming you against the wall with my body, I pull one of your legs up and you guide my raging cock into your wetness. Our mouths devour each other as your hands pull at the hair on my head.

"Fuck me, Baby, make me yours!"

Pounding my flesh into yours as hard as I can, I'm overwhelmed with the need to come. Finally you crush your lips against mine.

"I'm good, Baby, fill my cunt."

I've waited and dreamed of filling your pussy or shooting a load into your tight ass, but the thought of your mouth, that warm, sexy dirty talking mouth...

"You want to come in my mouth, is that what you need?"

"Please. Just this once; tonight?"

"Of course, let me get on my knees. Anything for you, my darling."

Then the dam bursts as my fist milks my aching cock. I press one hand flat on the slower stall wall and watch my cum shooting down the shower drain.

I pant with exhaustion and frustration, eagerly awaiting to have the same dream next month, as I have ever since you passed away and left me alone but still in love with you.