I am Boyd, the cuckold of my hotwife, Marie. She claims that my celibacy watching her orgasm with her lovers increases her pleasure, and that my not being allowed to cum also augments my pleasure indefinitely because there is no release. She is right. I must be present for her every encounter. If I should lose it and have an accident, she spanks me for good reason, as it benefits both of us. As a result, I ride the edge, and she orgasms as much as she needs. This adds a dimension to our relationship I could not have imagined earlier in our marriage, when we were younger and more concerned about raising a family and pursuing our careers. Now, we still love and care deeply for each other, but in a different way.

"Good morning, love," she says, coming through the door. "I got the twins on the early train back to college."

"Thank you," I reply. "I slept late this morning."

"I know. I didn't want to disturb you. Jeremy is coming to dinner tonight. Is that ok with you?"

"Yes, of course."

Jeremy is our friend and another colleague of mine at the university. He's a psychologist with an interest in the abnormal, a bachelor, and has a goatee which he tends like his own private garden. Marie loves to play with it. They have an endearing relationship, and he is well aware that she is a hotwife.

For dinner, I prepare my signature lobster tails in drawn butter with wild rice and a fine Chablis. I sit opposite them at the dining room table and can tell by the look on her face he already has his hand up her skirt to her naked pussy, which he loves to stroke and cultivate.

Rolling her eyes, she says, "I told Jeremy about what happened with the twins when they were home."

"She did, indeed, and I think there are three possibilities," responded Jeremy. "First, they were unfulfilled lovers in another life and are taking care of business in an acceptable way in this one. Second, on a quantum level, they are forever entwined opposites. Third, they pick up on, unconsciously, what you two are doing."

"What do you think?" I ask.

"That they mirror you and Marie without knowing it."

"Enough!" Marie interrupts, lifting her skirt, bending over the end of the table. "It's time for dessert," she announces.

Jeremy dips his fingers in the drawn butter and spreads it generously over her crotch, licks and eats her reddened, puffy pussy until, gasping, she tells him to stop.

Kissing my mouth, and gripping my balls and swelling cock through my pants, "Thank you for the wonderful dinner, dear," she proclaims with a passion I don't understand.

"Especially the desert," adds Jeremy.

We all laugh, rather uncomfortably.

When Jeremy departs, my wife takes out my cock, dips it in the drawn butter, tasting, licking and sucking me to the very edge - then stops.

"Good boy," she says.

--

We receive my wife's lovers mostly in the living room, and the lovemaking usually takes place on the couch, while I watch from my armchair. There is a special mat in front of the couch which collects any spilling pre-cum and cum. We launder it regularly. My wife loves curved cocks which reach her hot spots. The energetic young man who is visiting today has a beautiful one. He has been here before, and she wants to train him to slow down and last longer. He stands before her, exposed, and ready to go. She has not yet lifted her skirt. "I want to see how long you can hold it before you cum," she demands.

"Ok. How do we do this?" he wonders.

Drawing up her skirt slowly, exposing her pink, slick, open, waiting pussy, "Now, just look at this, stroke yourself and try not to come."

Obediently, he works his penis as she rotates her hips over and over, thrusting her wet vagina towards him. Then, he loses it all over the mat on which he stands.

"You need to work on this lover," she declares. "I don't want you to be only my Energizer Bunny."

Gesturing to me, "Show him how it's done, dear."

Reluctantly, I rise, take out my member and fondle it in front of them.

"Come here," she orders me.

I go to her and grab my cock, she rubs it all over and through the folds of her pussy. My pulse quickens and I become engorged.

She inserts a dildo and fucking herself as I drip pre-cum on the mat, she orgasms for both of us. Her lover is bug-eyed.

"You see. He did not cum but rides the edge, and stays there. That takes real skill."

She takes the head of my cock in her mouth, sucks it and cleans it. I remain on that edge, panting and clenching my teeth.

"That's where I want you, lover, when you fuck me with your lovely, curved cock - on the edge, and under control. I'll tell you when you can cum. Now eat my pussy for a while."

As he does that, I return to my chair still l leaking, and see he is getting hard again.

"Yes, his recovery time is about ten minutes, she observes.

"Can I please fuck you now?" he asks.

"No," she answers.

"Why not?" he pleads.

"Because you need to learn self-control," she snaps. "Go home and practice. Then come back when you're ready."

"You are very hard, Mistress."

"I know. It's for your own good. Say hello to your father for me."

"You fuck him too?" he shot back.

"No, he's my boss!" she retorted.

--

"What brings you here today?" Marie asks her boss, a handsome man, who sits on the couch in our living room.

"I want to know how things are going between you and my son," he answers.

"Very well," she replies, "although he's pretty impetuous. We're working on that."

"He adores you," he responds. "Is your husband okay with that?" glancing at me.

"I don't do anything without him."

"Yes, Boyd's a good man. I don't think I could do what he does."

"You don't have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're not married to me."

"No, my wife's faithful and devout."

"And I'm a hotwife."

"I know. That's another reason why I'm here. I admire your freedom."

"Thank you."

Leaning in a little closer, he says," I understand you work remotely, but I've always wanted to get to know you better."

Marie smiles.

"I find you very attractive," he adds, putting his hand on her knee.

She does not move, but looks at me sitting directly across from them, and noticing the growing bulge in my pants, she opens her knees a bit. Taking the cue, he slowly moves his hand up her thigh and she sighs. From that, I realize he is fingering her clit.

"I'm not sure we should be doing this," she whispers, obviously enjoying herself, "mixing business with pleasure."

"I'm your boss. I own the company. Don't worry about it. I'll make sure nothing bad happens. Besides, your husband is here, so things won't get too serious."

She looks at me, and I nod my approval. Meanwhile, he has taken out his cock which does not curve like his son's, but has a large bulbous head on a stiff, erect shaft. I can see she is interested as she pulls up her skirt and spitting on her index finger, moves it ever so lightly in the triangle between the glans. He stares at her incredulously, jerks, and begins to drip.

"You touch me again like that, and I'll lose it," he says.

"Put only that big, fat head inside me," she tells him, "and we'll take it from there."

Following her instruction, he inserts himself. She grips the shaft to prevent him from cumming, which also further enlarges the head. Using it like a sex toy, she rotates the shaft to make the swollen head swirl round and round in her vagina. She moans her pleasure and contracts around him, embracing his cock's head. He is beside himself on the edge, not being able to come. Then, she pushes him away.

"That's as far as we can go given our relationship!" she exclaims.

"No. No. No!" he shouts. "I need to finish!"

"That's not what this is about."

"What's it about then?"

"For you and your son, as well as my husband, to ride the edge of release."

"Why, for God's sake?"

"I like it that way. Nobody gets bored."

--

"What I really need now is to get royally fucked," Marie declares, playing with herself. "Watch what my bull number two does to me today. As you know, he's learned a lot and always gets it right. He'll be here soon. I can't wait."

When he arrives, "Hello Boyd," he greets me. "I guess you'll be watching again today."

I nod.

"Come here," she orders, pulling up her skirt. "I want you to fuck my brains out, but don't cum until I tell you. Can you do that?"

"Of course I can," he affirms."

Revealing her slippery, soggy pussy, "Show me," she dares him.

He steps out of his pants, presenting his erect and meaty, wedge-shaped, curved cock. She admires it salaciously. He tickles her pussy with its pointed head and gently plugs her up, slowly driving it home.

She shouts, "Now fuck me hard!"

With his long, wedge-shaped, thick, curved-up cock, he builds an ever-increasing rhythm of deliberately plugging and unplugging her vagina. This drives her crazy. As he plug fucks her with more and more relentless intensity, she shakes and wails deliriously what sounds like one long, continuous orgasm.

After about fifteen unyielding minutes of this, she finally tenses and locks her legs around him screaming, "Give it to me NOW!"

In three mighty thrusts, he buries himself in her completely and convulses. They collapse together. She is crying and sobbing while he groans, catching his breath. I cum in my pants.

After a while, he rises, and dressing, exclaims: "You were wonderful Marie!"

So were you, my love," she smiles. "Thank you!"

Waving to both of us, "See you guys at the gym," he says, and leaves.

Observing my condition, my wife declares, "You know what has to happen now."

"I understand," I respond, humiliated.

"Bring your bare ass over here," she commands. "Lay across my lap and take your punishment."

With her bare hands and her gold, hotwife, ankle ring shining in my face, she spanks the daylights out of me. Amidst the stinging pain, I notice something extraordinary. She is cumming again. This time, repeatedly, with me.