"Yes, yes that's definitely it," whispered John to himself. He placed his binoculars carefully on the wooden ledge that ran under the wide window of his bird hide and moved silently to his tripod mounted camera that was next to him. He made a few quick adjustments to shutter speed and focal length and then shot off a silent stream of shots to capture his target. He thought to himself about the times he'd tried to make jokes about 'shooting off' at the local birdwatching club, but he wasn't at all sure the others really got it!

The door to his hide swung open softly and he turned to see Jayne signing to him that lunch was ready. "Ok dear, I'll just tidy up here, won't be a minute."

As she turned to go, he appreciated her gorgeous figure from behind, particularly the shapely, jeans-clad behind. And, now he thought about it, had she had one more blouse button undone than she might have done? This might be my lucky day he thought to himself as he felt a little pressure against the front of his own jeans.

Lunch was, as always, very nice but healthy, if you get my drift. John had the distinct impression Jayne was waiting for the right moment to raise something. He was right about the blouse button and she was showing a bit of cleavage and a hint of sexy bra. Jayne clearly wanted something! In such circumstances, John was literally helpless.

"John darling, what do you want to this Christmas?"

"Christmas!" exclaimed John, "It's months away. Besides, surely we'll do what we always do." He'd known Jayne was up to something but this was totally unexpected.

"Oh John, the children are all grown up and have partners of their own. They can go to their in-laws. We don't need to do all that now."

"Well, I suppose you're right about that. Will be strange spending Christmas without a house full, though. But what do you suggest?"

"A holiday, somewhere hot, just the two of us."

"Hmmmm, that's possible. Might be fun. I'll do a bit of research and see what I can come up with," said John who was already thinking about migrating patterns and particular birds that were high on his 'to see list'.

"No you won't," replied Jayne firmly, leaning forwards showcasing what they both knew were her best assets. "I know full well what'll happen. We will end up on another bird watching holiday. I'll have a look and we'll discuss it tonight, in bed."

It was clear that was the end of the conversation. Jayne started clearing away the lunch things and John was looking down at a small tent in his jeans whilst relishing the prospect of being persuaded by Jayne that night. John struggled to control his erection for the rest of the day. He was aware of Jayne catching several sideways glances at him and she smirked at his little prominence and his total lack of control. They both knew there was only one possible outcome from the night's discussion but they had to go through the motions.

"John, it's time, can you come up to bed please?" called Jayne from their bedroom.

John rose from his armchair, he was still sporting a small erection that he'd been unable to effectively control since lunchtime. He trooped upstairs excited at what he was going to get but also apprehensive, knowing he was going to have to agree to whatever Jayne proposed. The bedroom was softly lit and Jayne looked fabulous in a silk, above the knee, nightdress that made the most of her small but pert boobs and allowed her stiff nipples to show prominently through the soft silky material. He couldn't help but compare her to a spider luring prey into a web.

Jayne beckoned him to the bed, "get undressed down to your pants darling and come and sit up next to me," as she propped up a couple of pillows so they could sit up in bed next to each other.

"I've found a couple of possibilities that have availability over Christmas. Why don't you look and see what you think." Jayne handed him her iPad.

As John looked at the relevant web pages he couldn't help but notice the other tabs Jayne had open and he was sure she'd done it deliberately for him to see. All sites linked to tease and denial, husband humiliation and controlling your husband through his orgasm. The resorts looked lovely with pools, beaches, good food and they were all 'no children allowed'.

John hesitated but eventually opened up his own tab and tapped in a web address before handing it back to Jayne. "What about this place? I think it will suit us both"

Jayne looked sternly at him, "I thought I made myself clear, no bird watching holidays in damp and dreary cabins!" As she perused the site though her face gradually turned from scowl to smile. "I think you're right for once. It looks perfect. It has everything, and a Christmas holiday in the Caribbean will be just what we need." John looked relieved, and excited.

She smiled kindly at him and tapped his underpant-enclosed erection firmly with her index finger "your little woodpecker has had a lot to say for himself this afternoon." As she did so the damp spot at the apex of the 'tent' in his pants grew bigger and damper. She teased him about his inability to control the leakage and stroked his diminutive length with one finger " I think you deserve a little treat, do you want the glove or the condom?"

John looked a little crestfallen, "can't I just have your hand?" pleaded John.

"Don't be silly. Maybe on Christmas Day. If you've been a very good boy." With that, she carefully extracted his little woodpecker from his pants knowing to limit the stimulation so as to prevent an unfortunate accident. Well, unfortunate for John anyway.

"Ok," said John resigned to his fate, knowing better than to over plead, "the glove then."

Jayne plucked a latex glove from the box and pulled it tight over her right hand. She picked up the lube with her left and flipped the lid before inverting it over John's now straining erection. She squeezed the bottle and a stream of lube covered his small but hard member. He gasped at its coldness and his excitement momentarily subsided. Jayne carefully and gently ensured his length was covered in lube, knowing too much stimulation would be cause him to lose control. She knelt in front of him and stared him in the eye, gently pinching his member between thumb and forefinger and began to slowly wank him.

"How long will your little woodpecker last tonight?" teased Jayne, knowing full well it wouldn't be long. In her left hand she held a thick wad of Kleenex ready to catch his mess and it couldn't have been after more than fifteen pumps of her right hand that he bucked and groaned and shot his thick creamy load into the wad of tissue. She methodically milked him dry ensuring all his mess went into the Kleenex.

"Sorry. So sorry darling," whimpered John.

"Pathetic. That really was pathetic," opined Jayne, shaking her head dismissively.

To be contd.