Cleaning

 

It had been two months since she'd let him out of his cage, two months of no erections, two months denied. 

"Was it too long?" she asked, naked on the bed under him.

"N...no," he whispered, afraid of her, enthralled by her, the site of his wife's naked body never ceasing to amaze him.

"You didn't get too jealous?" she asked.

"N...no," he said, "he...we...we all agreed."

They had, all three of them. Emotionally, she was always his, but sexually, she belonged to another man. Her body, her sexuality, belonged to her dominant lover, even if her heart belonged to her husband. 

"Do you miss being inside me?" she asked, reaching down, touching herself between her legs.

"Yes, terribly," he said, licking his lips, watching her. It had been a year since he'd last been inside her, a year since he'd relinquished any husbandly rights to her body. They were still intimate, her lover permitted him to pleasure her orally or with his hand, but never his organ, he was never permitted to make love to her like a husband to wife.

She moved up to him, put her legs over his like she was going to permit him to enter her. He gasped, was wide eyed, astonished. 

"Put your hand here," she said, touching her right hip, "just like you were going to mount me."

"Oh, god," he moaned, doing as she said, his erection hovering just over her pussy, shocked at what she was suggesting. 

She saw his confusion, smiled. "No, baby, no, not that, even if I wanted to, you know we can't."

"I...I know," he said, obviously disappointed. 

"Stroke yourself," she said.

"What?"

"Stroke yourself, we can pretend."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Stroke yourself, pretend you're fucking me."

His lizard brain reached for his erection before his conscious brain understood and suddenly he was masturbating.

"Oh, baby, that's it, yea, its been so long, you must have missed it terribly." She started thrusting her hips, acting like she was fucking him, egging him on.

It didn't take long, she knew it wouldn't. She saw his face, saw he was approaching the edge. She saw he was torn, wanting to stop, unsure what to do. "Don't stop," she said, "don't you dare stop."

"Please," he begged, fighting an internal battle.

"Don't you dare stop," she said, grinding her hips, moaning. "That's it, pretend your fucking me, that's it baby, that's it."

He was past the point of stopping even if he somehow tried and within seconds, long squirts of cum exploded from him. The first shot up to her neck, split, half of the hot cum hitting her neck, half on her stomach. The second squirt was smaller, covered her between her belly down to her pussy. The third and fourth were strong again, one hitting each breast. The fifth, sixth, and final seventh were progressively weaker, one hitting another part of her stomach, the last two her wet lips. 

She looked down, smiled watching his eyes. He looked at each one, each spot on her body, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her pussy, each covered with cum. She knew the moment of the first squirt, the idea of what he was going to have to do went from sexually appealing to a turn off, even gross. She knew with every passing second made it worse and worse.

She saw the agony on his face, was pleased. "Go on," she said, "slowly." 

He started with her neck, moved downward, leaving the most for last. She ran her hand through his hair as he licked the first of it, the large strand on her neck. He did it slowly, as she required; he didn't just slurp it up quickly to get it over with, he took his time, savored it. 

When her neck was clean, he nuzzled her, knowing she'd scold him if he moved too fast, knowing the slower he went the less he wanted to do it so the more he was submitting.

He lapped at her breasts. Lapped at her stomach. Moved, eventually, to her pussy. By now, the taste disgusted him, by now, he wanted to stop, wanted to flee, to rinse, to brush. But he wasn't half done, at least half his cum was still on her pussy.

"Saving the best for last?" she asked.

"I..."

"I know its more exciting when it's his cum," she said, "but this way shows me you really love me."