Did he jack off?
After his shower on Sunday morning, I decided to unlock his penis from chastity and permit him to remain free all day, and then again yesterday while he was at work. That’s the first time that’s happened in over a year. I did, though, require him to put on his panties, as usual. When he asked me why that was still necessary, I casually teased that even though his penis was going to be free during the day, he was still my bitch. And bitches wear panties.
When he got home from work late last night, I had already been home for a few hours. I had taken a shower earlier and was wearing something soft and sexy for him. And I was in the mood for love.
As he walked in, I greeted him with a glass of wine, and asked him to please join me out on the balcony. Sitting and sort of leaning back on the lounger, feeling the ocean breeze, I parted my legs, and invited him to service my cunt.
Normally, when he gets home, he goes upstairs, takes off his business suit, and puts on something more comfortable. But last night I wanted him right away and didn’t want to wait.
Like a good PussyBoy, he soon had me moaning and thrashing and brought me to orgasm after about 10 minutes. It was perfect and amazing as usual.
After sitting together for a while, talking about our day, and enjoying the wine, I got up and asked him to join me in the bedroom, explaining that I wanted him to make love to me.
He undressed in the closet, hung up his clothes, and joined me in bed. He was naked, except for his panties, which he knows is one of my rules. The panties only come off when I say they come off.
We kissed and hugged and touched and he once again went down on me for a while, and after a bit, I pulled down his panties and went down on him.
I hadn’t had his penis in my mouth for a few weeks, since before my recent trip to Atlanta and Miami, and was actually looking forward to giving him a nice slow juicy blowjob.
But to my extreme disappointment, his little penis stayed soft the entire time. He couldn’t get it hard!
Thinking that maybe he was just a little nervous or something, I did my best to try to suck him hard, but nothing seemed to work.
When I lay back and spread my legs for him, and invited him to make love to me, nothing! His little penis was soft as warm butter.
That’s when I started to suspect that maybe the reason why he couldn’t get hard was because he had masturbated earlier in his office. Maybe??
I gently asked him about that. He denied it.
I raised my voice a bit and asked him “did you jack off today? Is that why you’re having a problem?”
“No,” he insisted, looking down.
Feeling frustrated, I asked him “do I need to call up Johnny and ask him to come over and fuck me because you can’t?”
“No, ma’am.” And then he got really quiet.
“Maybe you just need the strap-on right now, is that it? Is that what you want?”
He stayed quiet. I could tell he was embarrassed because he couldn’t get his little dick hard for me.
“Why don’t you reach over and get my harness.”
I could tell he was getting nervous like he does sometimes when he knows I’m upset with him.
He reached over and opened the top drawer of the night stand, where I keep my collection of strap-ons, pulled out the harness and the flesh-colored dildo that was already attached to it.
“No, no… get me the big one. The curvy pink one. I think that’s the one you need tonight.”
At this point, he knew better than to argue, and did as he was told.
“Hand me the butt butter, and bend over for me.”
He knew exactly what I wanted.
He knelt down on the floor and bent over the edge the bed like he’s done a hundred times for me in the last two years.
“Reach back and spread your cheeks for me. Show me your little bitch hole. Show me what you want me to fuck.”
He didn’t say anything, but just did as I asked.
And so I proceeded to fuck him. It took a little while to work it all in because my curvy pink dildo is rather thick, but after about 10 minutes, he was taking it all like a good PussyBoy.
After taking him from behind like that for a while, I asked him to turn around and lay on his back and put his legs up in the air for me so I could fuck him missionary style.
I love that position. It’s much more intimate because I can see his face and kiss him and talk to him, which I really like sometimes. And when his penis is free, it also allows me to grab hold of it, which I also like.
I had already decided before that I was going to jack him off that way, and let him come and spurt his stuff all over his stomach and chest.
But the problem, as before, was that his little penis wouldn’t get hard.
When my husband’s penis is soft, it’s not much more than an inch or two, and that’s pretty much what it was like the whole time last night.
It’s like it never even tried to get hard for me. Not even a little.
After fucking him like that for a while, I pulled out, took off my strap-on, and invited him to finish me off with his mouth.
He did not disappoint.
After making me cum, he then spent a long time licking out my asshole, which he knows I really love.
I don’t know for sure, because I really have no way of proving it, but I strongly suspect that he may have masturbated earlier in the day at his office… perhaps more than once… and that’s why he couldn’t get his little penis hard for me when he got home.
I’m not quite sure yet how to handle this. I’ve decided to just let it sit and think about it for the next day or so before talking to him about it again.
I also decided last night to go ahead and let his penis remain free from chastity for the next few days to see how things go. I do plan to closely monitor him.
I’m disappointed that perhaps I can’t yet trust him not to masturbate if I let his penis remain free.
I’d really like us to get to the point where enforced chastity is more of a rare disciplinary measure or a punishment when needed, rather then a 24/7 thing.
But perhaps he’s not ready for that yet.