Whew, it’s already Monday again? Time flies when you’re having fun… and getting your pussy devoured while texting your husband. 😂 But let’s back up a minute.
This past weekend John and I headed to Austin for a little delayed birthday celebration. Back in April he surprised me with tickets to see one of my favorite musicals, Annie, and Saturday was the big day. The weather was hot and sunny (Texas in June, I know, shocker), but we made the most of it. We had a fantastic dinner at a cute Italian place, then walked to the theater, a few blocks away.
I was wearing a flirty little dress, and of course the wind had plans of it’s own. A couple of times it whipped up and I had to grab my dress and yank it down before I gave the whole sidewalk a free show. John just laughed and squeezed my hand tighter. There’s something so simple and sweet about walking through the city like that, sun on our skin, good food in our bellies, and that electric little spark that’s always there between us. The play itself was pure joy. I was smiling the whole time.
But Sunday morning? Oh boy… that’s when things got devious and completely wicked.
We were in the hotel room, and John was between my thighs doing what he does best, worshipping my pussy with that talented tongue. While he licked and sucked me into a moaning, squirming mess. His Steelheart getting extremely tight, straining hard as he got me more and more worked up. I could tell he wanted to cum so badly, by the way he was humping the bed. We all know that wasn’t happening, this was all about my pleasure.
I picked up my phone and started texting my husband while John kept working his magic. I told Jon exactly how good it felt. How John’s mouth was owning me, licking and sucking in all the right ways, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed. I described every filthy detail while John kept going, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “He’s here getting what you want right now,” I typed, “and you’re sitting there on the couch at home reading this.”
And the pictures… hehe. We sent plenty. Shots of John’s face buried between my legs, when I was right on the brink. Each photo landed like a little dagger of teasing torture. I could practically feel Jon squirming with every message. Knowing he was home, waiting, while I was getting pleasured by my boyfriend’s tongue (and controlling every bit of John’s desperate need) in a hotel room? So fucking hot.
I came hard… shaking, gasping, telling Jon through text exactly how good it felt and how much I was enjoying every second of it. John didn’t stop until I was completely spent, smiling that satisfied smile of his, still throbbing in his cage with no relief in sight.
I reached down and started pinching and torturing his sensitive nipples,pulling and twisting them just the way he likes (and hates). Pinching down hard and holding it, harder until he can’t help but let it a moan and a good, this hurts so good, “fuuuck!” That really just gets me.
There’s something incredibly powerful about that contrast. My husband at home, supportive and turned on and teased by my pleasure… while I’m in Austin getting exactly what I want, all while keeping my boyfriend frustrated in his cage. It’s the best kind of torture, the kind that leaves everyone happy and buzzing for days.
What a weekend. Vanilla romance on Saturday, scorching hotwife/cuckold/tease & denial bliss on Sunday. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Have you ever mixed a sweet date night with some long-distance teasing and denial play? Or sent pics that made your partner squirm? Share your stories in the comments, I love hearing them.
Michele
