24-12-2018, 12:27 PM
"How's Mike treating you?" Allie asked.
"He's sweet," Jen said. "But god Allie, men just get more handsome and charming, and we --."
"We just get old," Allie said looking glum too. "I think my boobs are starting to sag."
"Seriously?" Jen scoffed looking at her friend's chest. "They look as perfect as ever!"
"Gravity, it's inevitable," Allie said with a resigned shrug. "I'm gonna be 27 soon."
"God don't remind me!" Jen said. Their birthdays were only days apart. "I'll be 27 AND pregnant."
That night Mike and Jen were lazing around. Mike was playing with his iPad and Jen was reading a book on her Kindle. The TV was on but they weren't watching, it was on more for background noise.
They were watching CNN and Jasmine Kelly came on. Jen looked up at the TV recognizing her voice. Jasmine was on location in Hawaii, and was doing her segment in a bikini. A bikini!
Jasmine's body was perfect. Big perky breasts, flat stomach, long legs. To top it all off, she had a really young, pretty face and long blonde hair.
Jen looked over at Mike. He'd looked up from his iPad and was intently watching Jasmine on the TV. Jen felt hurt, jealous and insecure.
"What exactly did you do with Jasmine Kelly?" she said. She wore a smile, but there was no humor in her eyes.
"Jen, I told you, nothing," Mike said honestly.
"Uh huh," she said skeptically.
"Why do you hate her so much?" Mike asked.
"I don't know Michael," she said sarcastically. "Maybe because of her pretty face, her big boobs, her perfect tan. Oh yeah, maybe because she's only 23." She looked at the TV and scowled. "She's wearing a bikini on CNN? CNN? Seriously? I mean, talk about flaunting it!"
Jen dressed to impress too, wearing tight jeans and short skirts to show of her best assets, but Mike knew it'd be suicide to mention that. Trying to reassure her, he said "Baby you're only 26."
"Oh wow that makes me feel sooo much better," Jen said even more sarcastically. Had he really just said that? 23 versus 26 is the difference between fresh faced coed and desperate cougar.
She looked at her husband. Deep down she knew he hadn't done anything wrong. But he needed to be reminded who the sexiest girl on the planet was. And he needed to be punished for even looking at that Jasmine chick. She thought of Keri's video. Okay, it was time.
"You need punished about those newspaper pictures," Jen said.
"Jen nothing happened," Mike insisted.
"So?" Jen said with an evil mischievous smile. "I'm a girl, I don't have to be reasonable."
"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. He decided to roll with it. At least she didn't seem mad anymore.
Jen undressed Mike and drew a bath for him. "Go ahead, get in," she said.
He got in. The hot water felt good, even though the water didn't quite cover his chest.
Jen ran her hands over Mike's cock and balls. "This is punishment?" he asked with a laugh.
"I want you hairless down here mister, like me," she said smiling and gently cupping his cock, still a wicked glint in her eye. "Are you up for it?" she giggled at the double entendre, stroking his hard cock.
"Okay," he said intrigued. Why not?
Jen smiled. He didn't know what he was in for! She took scissors and trimmed his pubic hairs until they were stubble. Then she rubbed cream over and around Mike's cock. "This is a depilatory. It'll stop the hair from growing back, I want you to use it every week."
"Okay," Mike said. His wife's pretty hand on his cock and balls felt good, he felt an orgasm building.
Then his eyes went wide and he groaned as she rubbed the cream up and down his crack. She was essentially giving him a Brazilian, but at that moment he was focused on how good her soft hand felt rubbing all his private parts.
"I told you I want you just like me," she said smiling, a twinkle in her eye.
"You have a landing strip," Mike observed.
"You'd look pretty silly with one of those," Jen said. She made sure to make her voice mocking. She was starting to have fun.
Mike got out and Jen toweled him dry. They both looked at him in the mirror. His cock was rock hard. With all the hair gone and his cock's small size, his private parts looked like a boy's.
"Get in bed cucky," she ordered, giggling.
Mike got onto this back on the bed. Jen ran her fingertips over and around his hairless penis. "Much better," she said.
"What now?" Mike asked. Had that been his punishment?
"Besides this?" Jen said running her finger around his cock, where his pubic hair had been. They shared a laugh.
Jen took Mike's hands and pulled them over his head, so he held the rails of the headboard. "Pretend like you're tied up, so you can't move your hands, got it?" she said.
"Okay."
"If you move your hands I'll have to really punish you," she threatened squeezing his balls.
"Okay, okay," he quickly agreed. She'd squeezed him hard enough to hurt.
"Wait here," she said. She disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out Mike's eyes grew wide at what she was wearing. Her long blonde hair was down and brushed to a silky luster. Her makeup was perfect. She wore white thigh highs with lacy stocking tops and high heeled sandals. The sandals had a thin strap around her ankles and another over her toes. Mike loved when she wore sandals like these because he could see more of her pretty feet, especially the elegant arch of her feet and her cute toes.
And she was wearing a pink bustier.
She ran a single fingertip down his chest. "Do you remember this bustier?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mike said, his voice going hoarse with excitement.
She ran the fingertip lightly up the underside of his cock. More tease than stimulation. "Whose bustier is it?" she asked.
"Jen ..." he began, moving his hands towards her.
"Keep still!" she said immediately. "Or you'll be sleeping in the guest room!"
"Okay, okay," he relented, putting his arms back above his head.
"Whose bustier is it?" she repeated. She put her hand around his cock but she didn't stroke him. Frustrated and wanting stimulation, he raised up his hips to stroke his cock through her hand, but she pushed him back down. "Whose?"
"Scott's," he finally said.
Jen smiled. "That's right, it's Scott's." She ran her fingertips lightly around Mike's cock, and then across his balls. She liked the smooth feel, and decided she really did prefer him this way.
She lightly tickled the front of his balls. "You like this?" she asked.
"Yeah," he moaned.
She ran her fingernails lightly across the underside of his sack. "And this?"
"God yeah," he moaned.
She got baby oil from the side table. She poured some in her hands and warmed it, and then spread it over his stomach, cock, balls and thighs.
She swirled a fingertip in the oil, on his stomach just above his cock. He groaned at the tickling caress.
"You know what a ruined orgasm is Mike?" she asked out of the blue.
Mike looked up. He didn't say anything, but clearly he knew what it was.
"Keri showed me a video. It's when I tease you to the brink of orgasm, but then just as you cum I take my hands away," she explained, knowing he knew but having fun torturing him. "It takes all the pleasure away. It's worse than no orgasm at all. You don't get any release from cumming. Have you heard of it?"
He nodded.
"I bet you've watched some videos, huh?"
He nodded again.
"Have you ever given yourself one?" she asked.
"No."
She tilted her head. "Jasmine ever give you one?"
"Jen, come on," he said.
Jen giggled. "She has really nice breasts huh? You looked right? On the TV."
"No."
"Liar," Jen said. She smiled excitedly, a longing look in her eyes. "I looked. Her breasts are incredible. Maybe I'll get together with her Mike. You know, like I did with Allie and Keri? Umm yeah, that would be really nice. I'd love to hold Jasmine's big firm breasts in my hands, and suck her nipples. Wouldn't you like to see that Mike?"
Mike's eyes had gone wide. "Are you serious?" he gasped excitedly.
"We'd kiss Mike," Jen continued. "I bet she kisses really good. We'd press our bodies together. My little breasts pressed against her big ones. Would you like to see that Mike? My little tits smushed against her big ones?"
"Yeah yeah," he practically panted.
Suddenly Jen's sexy smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. "So you DID look at her tits on the TV," she said. "And you noticed hers are bigger than mind."
Mike inwardly rolled his eyes. Of course he looked! Jasmine was wearing a string bikini for god's sake! And of course Jasmine's are bigger than Jen's, anyone can see that. But he calmed down and said honestly, "Jen baby, your breasts are perfect."
"Yeah right," she said sarcastically. "Now you know why I'm punishing you. Why you're getting a ruined orgasm. Cause you looked."
"Jen ..."
She interrupted him by grabbing his balls. "Were you about to say that's not fair?" she asked, squeezing his balls, not so hard it hurt, but hard enough he noticed. "I'm a girl Michael. I'm your wife. I don't need to be fair."
Mike didn't say anything, sensing silence was the better part of valor with the safety of his balls literally in her hand.
"Good boy," she said with a smile, taking his silence as acquiescence to his punishment.
"Does this feel good?" she asked fisting his shaft and smoothly stroking him up and down, the oil making her hand feel like a tight pussy.
"Yeah," he moaned his head rolling back.
"How about this?" she asked with a teasing smile. She stroked him up and down again, but she loosened her fist so now her palm and fingers barely made any contact with his shaft.
"Jen ..." he said frustrated, again pushing his pelvis up trying to get more friction from her hand.
"Do that again and I won't touch you at all," she said taking her hand completely away.
"Okay, okay," he said giving in at once.
"He's sweet," Jen said. "But god Allie, men just get more handsome and charming, and we --."
"We just get old," Allie said looking glum too. "I think my boobs are starting to sag."
"Seriously?" Jen scoffed looking at her friend's chest. "They look as perfect as ever!"
"Gravity, it's inevitable," Allie said with a resigned shrug. "I'm gonna be 27 soon."
"God don't remind me!" Jen said. Their birthdays were only days apart. "I'll be 27 AND pregnant."
That night Mike and Jen were lazing around. Mike was playing with his iPad and Jen was reading a book on her Kindle. The TV was on but they weren't watching, it was on more for background noise.
They were watching CNN and Jasmine Kelly came on. Jen looked up at the TV recognizing her voice. Jasmine was on location in Hawaii, and was doing her segment in a bikini. A bikini!
Jasmine's body was perfect. Big perky breasts, flat stomach, long legs. To top it all off, she had a really young, pretty face and long blonde hair.
Jen looked over at Mike. He'd looked up from his iPad and was intently watching Jasmine on the TV. Jen felt hurt, jealous and insecure.
"What exactly did you do with Jasmine Kelly?" she said. She wore a smile, but there was no humor in her eyes.
"Jen, I told you, nothing," Mike said honestly.
"Uh huh," she said skeptically.
"Why do you hate her so much?" Mike asked.
"I don't know Michael," she said sarcastically. "Maybe because of her pretty face, her big boobs, her perfect tan. Oh yeah, maybe because she's only 23." She looked at the TV and scowled. "She's wearing a bikini on CNN? CNN? Seriously? I mean, talk about flaunting it!"
Jen dressed to impress too, wearing tight jeans and short skirts to show of her best assets, but Mike knew it'd be suicide to mention that. Trying to reassure her, he said "Baby you're only 26."
"Oh wow that makes me feel sooo much better," Jen said even more sarcastically. Had he really just said that? 23 versus 26 is the difference between fresh faced coed and desperate cougar.
She looked at her husband. Deep down she knew he hadn't done anything wrong. But he needed to be reminded who the sexiest girl on the planet was. And he needed to be punished for even looking at that Jasmine chick. She thought of Keri's video. Okay, it was time.
"You need punished about those newspaper pictures," Jen said.
"Jen nothing happened," Mike insisted.
"So?" Jen said with an evil mischievous smile. "I'm a girl, I don't have to be reasonable."
"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. He decided to roll with it. At least she didn't seem mad anymore.
Jen undressed Mike and drew a bath for him. "Go ahead, get in," she said.
He got in. The hot water felt good, even though the water didn't quite cover his chest.
Jen ran her hands over Mike's cock and balls. "This is punishment?" he asked with a laugh.
"I want you hairless down here mister, like me," she said smiling and gently cupping his cock, still a wicked glint in her eye. "Are you up for it?" she giggled at the double entendre, stroking his hard cock.
"Okay," he said intrigued. Why not?
Jen smiled. He didn't know what he was in for! She took scissors and trimmed his pubic hairs until they were stubble. Then she rubbed cream over and around Mike's cock. "This is a depilatory. It'll stop the hair from growing back, I want you to use it every week."
"Okay," Mike said. His wife's pretty hand on his cock and balls felt good, he felt an orgasm building.
Then his eyes went wide and he groaned as she rubbed the cream up and down his crack. She was essentially giving him a Brazilian, but at that moment he was focused on how good her soft hand felt rubbing all his private parts.
"I told you I want you just like me," she said smiling, a twinkle in her eye.
"You have a landing strip," Mike observed.
"You'd look pretty silly with one of those," Jen said. She made sure to make her voice mocking. She was starting to have fun.
Mike got out and Jen toweled him dry. They both looked at him in the mirror. His cock was rock hard. With all the hair gone and his cock's small size, his private parts looked like a boy's.
"Get in bed cucky," she ordered, giggling.
Mike got onto this back on the bed. Jen ran her fingertips over and around his hairless penis. "Much better," she said.
"What now?" Mike asked. Had that been his punishment?
"Besides this?" Jen said running her finger around his cock, where his pubic hair had been. They shared a laugh.
Jen took Mike's hands and pulled them over his head, so he held the rails of the headboard. "Pretend like you're tied up, so you can't move your hands, got it?" she said.
"Okay."
"If you move your hands I'll have to really punish you," she threatened squeezing his balls.
"Okay, okay," he quickly agreed. She'd squeezed him hard enough to hurt.
"Wait here," she said. She disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out Mike's eyes grew wide at what she was wearing. Her long blonde hair was down and brushed to a silky luster. Her makeup was perfect. She wore white thigh highs with lacy stocking tops and high heeled sandals. The sandals had a thin strap around her ankles and another over her toes. Mike loved when she wore sandals like these because he could see more of her pretty feet, especially the elegant arch of her feet and her cute toes.
And she was wearing a pink bustier.
She ran a single fingertip down his chest. "Do you remember this bustier?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mike said, his voice going hoarse with excitement.
She ran the fingertip lightly up the underside of his cock. More tease than stimulation. "Whose bustier is it?" she asked.
"Jen ..." he began, moving his hands towards her.
"Keep still!" she said immediately. "Or you'll be sleeping in the guest room!"
"Okay, okay," he relented, putting his arms back above his head.
"Whose bustier is it?" she repeated. She put her hand around his cock but she didn't stroke him. Frustrated and wanting stimulation, he raised up his hips to stroke his cock through her hand, but she pushed him back down. "Whose?"
"Scott's," he finally said.
Jen smiled. "That's right, it's Scott's." She ran her fingertips lightly around Mike's cock, and then across his balls. She liked the smooth feel, and decided she really did prefer him this way.
She lightly tickled the front of his balls. "You like this?" she asked.
"Yeah," he moaned.
She ran her fingernails lightly across the underside of his sack. "And this?"
"God yeah," he moaned.
She got baby oil from the side table. She poured some in her hands and warmed it, and then spread it over his stomach, cock, balls and thighs.
She swirled a fingertip in the oil, on his stomach just above his cock. He groaned at the tickling caress.
"You know what a ruined orgasm is Mike?" she asked out of the blue.
Mike looked up. He didn't say anything, but clearly he knew what it was.
"Keri showed me a video. It's when I tease you to the brink of orgasm, but then just as you cum I take my hands away," she explained, knowing he knew but having fun torturing him. "It takes all the pleasure away. It's worse than no orgasm at all. You don't get any release from cumming. Have you heard of it?"
He nodded.
"I bet you've watched some videos, huh?"
He nodded again.
"Have you ever given yourself one?" she asked.
"No."
She tilted her head. "Jasmine ever give you one?"
"Jen, come on," he said.
Jen giggled. "She has really nice breasts huh? You looked right? On the TV."
"No."
"Liar," Jen said. She smiled excitedly, a longing look in her eyes. "I looked. Her breasts are incredible. Maybe I'll get together with her Mike. You know, like I did with Allie and Keri? Umm yeah, that would be really nice. I'd love to hold Jasmine's big firm breasts in my hands, and suck her nipples. Wouldn't you like to see that Mike?"
Mike's eyes had gone wide. "Are you serious?" he gasped excitedly.
"We'd kiss Mike," Jen continued. "I bet she kisses really good. We'd press our bodies together. My little breasts pressed against her big ones. Would you like to see that Mike? My little tits smushed against her big ones?"
"Yeah yeah," he practically panted.
Suddenly Jen's sexy smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. "So you DID look at her tits on the TV," she said. "And you noticed hers are bigger than mind."
Mike inwardly rolled his eyes. Of course he looked! Jasmine was wearing a string bikini for god's sake! And of course Jasmine's are bigger than Jen's, anyone can see that. But he calmed down and said honestly, "Jen baby, your breasts are perfect."
"Yeah right," she said sarcastically. "Now you know why I'm punishing you. Why you're getting a ruined orgasm. Cause you looked."
"Jen ..."
She interrupted him by grabbing his balls. "Were you about to say that's not fair?" she asked, squeezing his balls, not so hard it hurt, but hard enough he noticed. "I'm a girl Michael. I'm your wife. I don't need to be fair."
Mike didn't say anything, sensing silence was the better part of valor with the safety of his balls literally in her hand.
"Good boy," she said with a smile, taking his silence as acquiescence to his punishment.
"Does this feel good?" she asked fisting his shaft and smoothly stroking him up and down, the oil making her hand feel like a tight pussy.
"Yeah," he moaned his head rolling back.
"How about this?" she asked with a teasing smile. She stroked him up and down again, but she loosened her fist so now her palm and fingers barely made any contact with his shaft.
"Jen ..." he said frustrated, again pushing his pelvis up trying to get more friction from her hand.
"Do that again and I won't touch you at all," she said taking her hand completely away.
"Okay, okay," he said giving in at once.
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