May's Secret Pleasure (L)

My dear hubby, Brian, reminded me that May is National Masturbation Month. He said that he thought we should celebrate all month long, and he had some special ideas. Sure enough, on the first of May, Brian asked me to masturbate for him. It started simply enough. He helped me undress and get very comfortable in bed with pillows behind my back and under my knees. Then Brian took a seat in the overstuffed chair at the corner of our bed, his usual spot for comfort and a good view. He told me to start playing with my breasts and relay to him what I liked and what I was feeling. It only took a few minutes before my fingers began circling my areola, and my nipples started to get hard. A few brushes across my nipples with my fingers, followed by some soft rolls and gentle tugs, and my nipples were fully erect, much darker, and completely hard. Brian then told me to touch my pussy. I glided both hands down my stomach to caress that sensitive valley between my lips and my thighs. I could feel the warmth building as my fingertips lightly grazed my bare, puffy lips, and my legs spread a little wider still. “You are so beautiful Dez,” Brian said. “I love the way your pussy opens when you touch yourself.” My lips were getting more swollen, and my first touch to my vestibule confirmed that I was already wet. I so enjoyed lightly stroking my inner lips and the crevice between, occasionally rimming my entrance and even dipping a fingertip inside. My moisture allowed my fingers to slide so smoothly as they explored each ridge and valley seeking more pleasure spots. Then Brain got up from his chair – I was hoping that he was coming to lend a hand or mouth – but instead, he handed me a well-lubricated vibrator already on its lowest setting. As he returned to his chair, I touched the tool to my pussy, circling my clit several times before I approached it more directly. It took me a moment, but soon, I found a perfect spot for the vibrations to work their magic. I guess my body language conveyed the pleasure I was enjoying. Brian asked simply, “Good?” “Yes,” was my short response. I’m glad I only needed one word! “Dez, are you getting close?” “Yes,” I replied. Again, happy that a one-word response was enough. Brian then directed me, “Tell me when you’re going to cum.” A few more minutes and the buildup continued unabated. I was extremely close when I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!” With that, Brian said, “STOP!” in a voice that didn’t give me an option. I pulled the vibrator away. Oh my god, I was right there! Why didn’t he let me cum? My body was quivering. Every nerve seemed to be on edge, and every muscle was poised to tighten. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed when Brian said, “OK, Dez. Start again.” When I put the vibrator back to the spot that was working so well, the buildup started again. In another minute or so, I uttered simple sentences. “Oh my god, I’m close. I’m gonna cum.” Brian knows me so very well. Just a second before the first contraction of my pending orgasm, Brian firmly told me again, “STOP!” Holy shit! Please let me cum! While I lingered in that suspended state, so on edge, so anxious, so tense, so much enjoying the pleasure of the moment but wanting more, Brian came to the bed. This time he held our seven-inch internal vibrator, also well lubricated and on a low setting. I easily slipped it in all the way, relishing the sensation of being stretched a little and filled so completely. Brian instructed me once more, “OK, Dez. Start again!” as he stood next to me. The buildup returned. Brian told me to turn up the vibrator on my clit. I’m so very familiar with this toy that I knew just where to press. The vibrations increased, and so did my pleasure. My stomach and leg muscles began to tighten. I knew that it was going to happen soon. Then Brian pulled the vibrator away from my clit! I hung there, suspended — no closer to cumming but no further away either. Then he let go, and the vibrator returned to that wonderful spot. A few seconds passed, and again, he pulled it away. Oh my god, I couldn’t stay like this, could I? When he let go of the vibrator this time, he told me that I couldn’t cum until he said I could. I heard him say a single word. “Ten.” After a very long pause, “Nine.” Oh, he’s got to count faster! “Eight.” I’m really close. I don’t think I can hold off. “Seven.” “Please, Brian. I’ve got to cum now!!” A few more minutes and the buildup continued unabated. I was extremely close when I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!” With that, Brian said, “STOP!” in a voice that didn’t give me an option. I pulled the vibrator away. Oh my god, I was right there! Why didn’t he let me cum? My body was quivering. Every nerve seemed to be on edge, and every muscle was poised to tighten. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed when Brian said, “OK, Dez. Start again.” When I put the vibrator back to the spot that was working so well, the buildup started again. In another minute or so, I uttered simple sentences. “Oh my god, I’m close. I’m gonna cum.” Brian knows me so very well. Just a second before the first contraction of my pending orgasm, Brian firmly told me again, “STOP!” Holy shit! Please let me cum! While I lingered in that suspended state, so on edge, so anxious, so tense, so much enjoying the pleasure of the moment but wanting more, Brian came to the bed. This time he held our seven-inch internal vibrator, also well lubricated and on a low setting. I easily slipped it in all the way, relishing the sensation of being stretched a little and filled so completely. Brian instructed me once more, “OK, Dez. Start again!” as he stood next to me. The buildup returned. Brian told me to turn up the vibrator on my clit. I’m so very familiar with this toy that I knew just where to press. The vibrations increased, and so did my pleasure. My stomach and leg muscles began to tighten. I knew that it was going to happen soon. Then Brian pulled the vibrator away from my clit! I hung there, suspended — no closer to cumming but no further away either. Then he let go, and the vibrator returned to that wonderful spot. A few seconds passed, and again, he pulled it away. Oh my god, I couldn’t stay like this, could I? When he let go of the vibrator this time, he told me that I couldn’t cum until he said I could. I heard him say a single word. “One.” With a final, intense contraction, my body erupted in a wave of ecstasy. The pleasure was overwhelming, leaving me breathless and weak. As the waves subsided, I relaxed into the comfort of the afterglow, feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied. Brian then said, “Dez, are you getting close?” “Yes,” was my short response. “Dez, are you getting close?” “Yes,” I replied. Again, happy that a one-word response was enough. Brian then directed me, “Tell me when you’re going to cum.” A few more minutes and the buildup continued unabated. I was extremely close when I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!” With that, Brian said, “STOP!” in a voice that didn’t give me an option. I pulled the vibrator away. Oh my god, I was right there! Why didn’t he let me cum? My body was quivering. Every nerve seemed to be on edge, and every muscle was poised to tighten. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed when Brian said, “OK, Dez. Start again.” When I put the vibrator back to the spot that was working so well, the buildup started again. In another minute or so, I uttered simple sentences. “Oh my god, I’m close. I’m gonna cum.” Brian knows me so very well. Just a second before the first contraction of my pending orgasm, Brian firmly told me again, “STOP!” Holy shit! Please let me cum! While I lingered in that suspended state, so on edge, so anxious, so tense, so much enjoying the pleasure of the moment but wanting more, Brian came to the bed. This time he held our seven-inch internal vibrator, also well lubricated and on a low setting. I easily slipped it in all the way, relishing the sensation of being stretched a little and filled so completely. Brian instructed me once more, “OK, Dez. Start again!” as he stood next to me. The buildup returned. Brian told me to turn up the vibrator on my clit. I’m so very familiar with this toy that I knew just where to press. The vibrations increased, and so did my pleasure. My stomach and leg muscles began to tighten. I knew that it was going to happen soon. Then Brian pulled the vibrator away from my clit! I hung there, suspended — no closer to cumming but no further away either. Then he let go, and the vibrator returned to that wonderful spot. A few seconds passed, and again, he pulled it away. Oh my god, I couldn’t stay like this, could I? When he let go of the vibrator this time, he told me that I couldn’t cum until he said I could. I heard him say a single word. “Ten.” After a very long pause, “Nine.” Oh, he’s got to count faster! “Eight.” I’m really close. I don’t think I can hold off. “Seven.” “Please, Brian. I’ve got to cum now!!” A few more minutes and the buildup continued unabated. I was extremely close when I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!” With that, Brian said, “STOP!” in a voice that didn’t give me an option. I pulled the vibrator away. Oh my god, I was right there! Why didn’t he let me cum? My body was quivering. Every nerve seemed to be on edge, and every muscle was poised to tighten. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed when Brian said, “OK, Dez. Start again.” When I put the vibrator back to the spot that was working so well, the buildup started again. In another minute or so, I uttered simple sentences. “Oh my god, I’m close. I’m gonna cum.” Brian knows me so very well. Just a second before the first contraction of my pending orgasm, Brian firmly told me again, “STOP!” Holy shit! Please let me cum! While I lingered in that suspended state, so on edge, so anxious, so tense, so much enjoying the pleasure of the moment but wanting more, Brian came to the bed. This time he held our seven-inch internal vibrator, also well lubricated and on a low setting. I easily slipped it in all the way, relishing the sensation of being stretched a little and filled so completely. Brian instructed me once more, “OK, Dez. Start again!” as he stood next to me. The buildup returned. Brian told me to turn up the vibrator on my clit. I’m so very familiar with this toy that I knew just where to press. The vibrations increased, and so did my pleasure. My stomach and leg muscles began to tighten. I knew that it was going to happen soon. Then Brian pulled the vibrator away from my clit! I hung there, suspended — no closer to cumming but no further away either. Then he let go, and the vibrator returned to that wonderful spot. A few seconds passed, and again, he pulled it away. Oh my god, I couldn’t stay like this, could I? When he let go of the vibrator this time, he told me that I couldn’t cum until he said I could. I heard him say a single word. “One.” With a final, intense contraction, my body erupted in a wave of ecstasy. The pleasure was overwhelming, leaving me breathless and weak. As the waves subsided, I relaxed into the comfort of the afterglow, feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied. Brian then said, “Dez, are you getting close?” “Yes,” was my short response. “Dez, are you getting close?” “Yes,” I replied. Again, happy that a one-word response was enough. Brian then directed me, “Tell me when you’re going to cum.” A few more minutes and the buildup continued unabated. I was extremely close when I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!” With that, Brian said, “STOP!” in a voice that didn’t give me an option. I pulled the vibrator away. Oh my god, I was right there! Why didn’t he let me cum? My body was quivering. Every nerve seemed to be on edge, and every muscle was poised to tighten. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed when Brian said, “OK, Dez. Start again.” When I put the vibrator back to the spot that was working so well, the buildup started again. In another minute or so, I uttered simple sentences. “Oh my god, I’m close. I’m gonna cum.” Brian knows me so very well. Just a second before the first contraction of my pending orgasm, Brian firmly told me again, “STOP!” Holy shit! Please let me cum! While I lingered in that suspended state, so on edge, so anxious, so tense, so much enjoying the pleasure of the moment but wanting more, Brian came to the bed. This time he held our seven-inch internal vibrator, also well lubricated and on a low setting. I easily slipped it in all the way, relishing the sensation of being stretched a little and filled so completely. Brian instructed me once more, “OK, Dez. Start again!” as he stood next to me. The buildup returned. Brian told me to turn up the vibrator on my clit. I’m so very familiar with this toy that I knew just where to press. The vibrations increased, and so did my pleasure. My stomach and leg muscles began to tighten. I knew that it was going to happen soon. Then Brian pulled the vibrator away from my clit! I hung there, suspended — no closer to cumming but no further away either. Then he let go, and the vibrator returned to that wonderful spot. A few seconds passed, and again, he pulled it away. Oh my god, I couldn’t stay like this, could I? When he let go of the vibrator this time, he told me that I couldn’t cum until he said I could. I heard him say a single word. “Ten.” After a very long pause, “Nine.” Oh, he’s got to count faster! “Eight.” I’m really close. I don’t think I can hold off. “Seven.” “Please, Brian. I’ve got to cum now!!” A few more minutes and the buildup continued unabated. I was extremely close when I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!” With that, Brian said, “STOP!” in a voice that didn’t give me an option. I pulled the vibrator away. Oh my god, I was right there! Why didn’t he let me cum? My body was quivering. Every nerve seemed to be on edge, and every muscle was poised to tighten. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed when Brian said, “OK, Dez. Start again.” When I put the vibrator back to the spot that was working so well, the buildup started again. In another minute or so, I uttered simple sentences. “Oh my god, I’m close. I’m gonna cum.” Brian knows me so very well. Just a second before the first contraction of my pending orgasm, Brian firmly told me again, “STOP!” Holy shit! Please let me cum! While I lingered in that suspended state, so on edge, so anxious, so tense, so much enjoying the pleasure of the moment but wanting more, Brian came to the bed. This time he held our seven-inch internal vibrator, also well lubricated and on a low setting. I easily slipped it in all the way, relishing the sensation of being stretched a little and filled so completely. Brian instructed me once more, “OK, Dez. Start again!” as he stood next to me. The buildup returned. Brian told me to turn up the vibrator on my clit. I’m so very familiar with this toy that I knew just where to press. The vibrations increased, and so did my pleasure. My stomach and leg muscles began to tighten. I knew that it was going to happen soon. Then Brian pulled the vibrator away from my clit! I hung there, suspended — no closer to cumming but no further away either. Then he let go, and the vibrator returned to that wonderful spot. A few seconds passed, and again, he pulled it away. Oh my god, I couldn’t stay like this, could I? When he let go of the vibrator this time, he told me that I couldn’t cum until he said I could. I heard him say a single word. “One.” With a final, intense contraction, my body erupted in a wave of ecstasy. The pleasure was overwhelming, leaving me breathless and weak. As the waves subsided, I relaxed into the comfort of the afterglow, feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied. Brian then said, “Dez, are you getting close?” “Yes,” was my short response. “Dez, are you getting close?” “Yes,” I replied. Again, happy that a one-word response was enough. Brian then directed me, “Tell me when you’re going to cum.” A few more minutes and the buildup continued unabated. I was extremely close when I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!” With that, Brian said, “STOP!” in a voice that didn’t give me an option. I pulled the vibrator away. Oh my god, I was right there! Why didn’t he let me cum? My body was quivering. Every nerve seemed to be on edge, and every muscle was poised to tighten. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed when Brian said, “OK, Dez. Start again.” When I put the vibrator back to the spot that was working so well, the buildup started again. In another minute or so, I uttered simple sentences. “Oh my god, I’m close. I’m gonna cum.” Brian knows me so very well. Just a second before the first contraction of my pending orgasm, Brian firmly told me again, “STOP!” Holy shit! Please let me cum! While I lingered in that suspended state, so on edge,

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