Sandra opened the door and found Jason waiting, totally naked, as he had been instructed. He stood there expectantly as Sandra sighed and leaned back against the door.

Jason said, “I’m assuming it went well. You were in the car for quite some time.”

A smile blossomed on Sandra’s face. “It went better than well. Honestly, I’m not sure I’ll need any more candidates. He was incredible. But he lied.”

“He lied, and you consider him a good candidate?” Jason’s bewilderment was evident.

Sandra’s grin broadened. “He’s over eight inches, and impressively thick.”

Jason’s heart raced. He had suspected Sandra might have done something with Darien, but hearing her say it brought jealousy, anxiety, and excitement all at once. His feelings were raw and confusing. Embarrassment flushed his cheeks as he imagined Sandra with another man. He felt small, both because of his locked-up penis and the way Darien sounded in Sandra’s story. Still, the humiliation mixed with arousal, and his caged penis throbbed and leaked more than ever. He wanted to look away from Sandra, to hide from her knowing gaze, but he couldn’t. Thinking about her pleasure left him aching with a deep sense of inadequacy. He saw himself as a husband on the sidelines, desperate for her approval and afraid she might leave him. Overwhelmed, he felt exposed and vulnerable, each new detail about Sandra and Darien pushing him further between shame and desire. He wondered if this new role was what he really wanted, or if he would just go along with it out of love and a strange need to submit. The questions spun in his mind, mixing desire and fear.

Sandra said, "A kiss first, and then we can sit down, and I’ll tell you all about it."

Jason came closer without thinking, and Sandra immediately put her lips to his. He quickly realized what she’d been doing with Darien. He tried to pull away, but she cupped his head, holding him fast as her tongue pressed into his mouth, carrying not only the flavor but the residue of his seed. He’d never truly tasted semen before, but it took no genius to understand she’d just sucked his cock. A small moan escaped his lips, involuntary. He had no choice but to swallow.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she finally released him. She saw that his face was red in excitement or embarrassment because he had moaned when she kissed him. She then guided him to the sofa in the living room, where they settled in for their usual check-ins.

“Would you care for some wine?” Jason asked, almost shaking with nervous energy. He wondered if he was trying to delay what he knew she was going to tell him. It would only be temporary.

“Perhaps a glass,” she replied. “I’ve already had a few tonight.”

Jason hurried to fetch her wine and sat next to her, a ball of nerves clenching in his stomach. He couldn’t recall ever feeling this anxious.

“So, the restaurant was exquisite, and we absolutely must go there soon,” Sandra began. “He was a perfect gentleman all evening. As you know, he’s a brilliant conversationalist, which is important, as one can’t be occupied with sex all day and night… There needs to be some discourse. He seems remarkably intelligent, and he’s read many of the same books I have.” She paused, then added with a sly look, “But I suspect that’s not precisely what you're anxious to hear about.”

Jason smiled, and his face turned red again, but he offered no reply.

“Well, as I mentioned,” Sandra continued, her voice diminishing slightly, “he’s more than eight inches, and quite big around. But that wasn’t even the highlight. The man cums like a racehorse.”

Jason couldn’t stifle a gasp. He’d been prepared for her to tell him she’d sucked Darien off, but this blunt, graphic description was somehow far more shocking. His wife had had her mouth on another man’s cock mere minutes ago.

“And,” Sandra added, a triumphant flash in her eyes, “I actually climaxed twice when he came the first time. From just swallowing cum. Something I haven’t experienced since college.”

It took Jason a moment to realize what she had said. “There was a second time?” Jason blurted out. Then he wondered if maybe she had sucked him off somewhere else... in some dark hallway perhaps. He was almost gasping for breath now.

“Yes, I did. He came pretty quickly the first time, and I adored swallowing him, but then I practically begged him to allow me to suck him again, and I climaxed once more. Anyway, he tasted wonderful,” she leaned closer, her stare intense, “you tasted it, didn’t you?”

Jason’s face turned red, and he could only nod. He couldn’t help it; his member throbbed, and a bead of precum escaped.

Sandra noticed. She reached down, wiped a bit of it away, and then, to Jason’s astonishment, licked her finger. “Yours tastes nothing like Darien’s,” she teased, “and of course, it’s watery. A pity you won’t be producing any real sperm anymore.”

Jason knew she was teasing, but he didn’t feel ashamed anymore. He had learned to accept it. Now, making her happy was his main goal, and that was enough for him. When this all started, after he gave up his own pleasure, he remembered her coming home and curling up beside him, his penis locked in its cage. They didn’t talk, but her hand in his showed she still chose him. Small moments like that began to change him. He remembered a time after he had pleased her with his mouth many times, and she thanked him, looking into his eyes with real affection, telling him how much she loved and appreciated his sacrifice. He felt both the pain of loss and a deep pride and love for her.

Over time, he learned to find happiness in her happiness. Pleasing her with his mouth and doing things for her brought him a new kind of satisfaction. Giving up his own desires felt strange at first, but it became easier as he saw her joy. He honestly couldn’t remember what a real climax felt like, except for a recent wet dream, which was different. The change was difficult but also freeing, and it made him see intimacy and purpose in a new way. Now, she had been with another man, and he had helped make it happen.

“Earth to Jason,” Sandra said.

Jason shook his head, not realizing that his mind had wandered off. “Yes, sorry,” he said, embarrassed.

“I assume you want to hear more details, right?” she asked.

Jason’s mouth was very dry now, so he just nodded.

"Anyway,” Sandra continued, “we kissed for a long, long time. He is a really good kisser. Then, when he didn’t make a move, I pulled his hand to my breasts. He moaned and caressed me for a few moments while we continued to kiss. Then, he boldly slipped his hand under the top of my dress and onto my breast. God, I was so hot that I could have climaxed right then. He managed to pull my breasts out and began to suck the nipple. I loved it, but I was impatient. It had been too long since I had a big black cock in my mouth, and I wasn’t going to wait any longer.”

Jason moaned as the image of her sucking a black cock rushed through him. His little penis pulsed in the cage.

“He naturally said yes to my suggestion of a blow job. He actually slid the seat back to give me more room. He wasn’t entirely hard when I opened his pants, but still, I could barely get my hand around it. It was long and black, but with an amazing purple/pink head. There were a couple of lovers in college who had that feature, which I adore. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I took him into my mouth. I swear I almost climaxed. But, you know, I used to love throating, but I couldn’t do it with him... at least yet. I will have to practice to get back into shape.” She giggled.

Jason’s heart was beating faster as she continued.

“So, I got as much as I could until I gagged. I heard him chuckle. Then he said, there weren’t many women who could take that much of him. I used to hear that a lot. I kept at it and got a little more, but I gave up as I wanted to focus on getting him off. I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. I’d been fantasizing about it all through dinner. I’ve told you how much I love swallowing cum. I must have done it a thousand times in college, but I never knew why I was addicted to it. And now I know, after my conversation with Dr. Grace about the benefits of swallowing sperm. Some women don’t swallow, but I don’t know why. It is the essence of a man, and I always felt obligated to swallow. Anyway, he didn’t last long. And when he gushed into my mouth, I was caught off guard. It kept coming, but I didn’t flinch. Amazingly, I started to climax after the first blast, and then again before he was empty.”

Jason didn’t realize it, but he moaned again as the image flashed through his head.

“Well, we talked very briefly before I asked if I could do it again. He laughed, sat back in his seat, and allowed me to do it. He came buckets again, and I swallowed and climaxed again. I bet in his two climaxes, he came more than you did in our entire marriage,” she said with a smile. She knew she was exaggerating, but not that much.

Jason was almost shaking now. His mouth was still dry and his body tense.

“So, I got out and hurried up to you. I didn’t even get a mint or a piece of gum because I wanted you to taste it. Like I have been saying, I want to share this journey with you,” she said genuinely. “So we will do that often. You might even learn to tell the difference from one man to another... I can.”

Jason shivered from her words. He needed to give her pleasure in order to receive his own satisfaction. He needed that now. He squeaked out, “May I… uh, eat you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied, a smile spreading on her lips.

When she didn’t move, Jason said, “Here on the sofa?”

She just smiled and nodded.

Jason immediately dropped to his knees and pushed up her dress, revealing her panties. They were thoroughly soaked.

“I suppose I am quite wet,” she spoke quietly. “Glad I wore panties.”

“I’d say so,” Jason responded as he reached up and slid her panties down and off.

“Put them on,” Sandra instructed.

Jason moaned quietly but obeyed.

Sandra started buying panties a size or two bigger so Jason could wear them when she wanted. She even got him some of his own. These days, she rarely wore panties herself, unless she was especially wet, and then when she took them off, she’d have him wear them instead. In college, she discovered that not wearing panties made her feel free. Even now, at work, she felt more confident without them, especially around the men in her office and the courtroom. She wasn’t sure why. Sometimes, it seemed like men could sense it, and it made it easier for her to influence them. She wondered if that was why she started winning more arguments. Every so often, as she walked through the office halls in her fitted pencil skirt, her bare skin brushing against the soft fabric with every step, she caught herself enjoying the risk of exposure and could feel her juices run down her thighs. She would have to run to the ladies' room to wipe herself and sometimes even get herself off.

One afternoon, during a meeting in the glass-walled conference room, she felt a cool breeze from the ceiling vent drift up her legs, making her more aware that she wore nothing under her skirt. The male partners seemed unusually deferential that day, which only added to her sense of secret power. She was sure they could sense something, even if they didn’t realize it. The thrill of being so exposed, her secret hidden in plain sight among her colleagues and the opposing counsel, made her heart race and her mind sharp as she argued her case. That private rush became its own reward, reminding her that every risk she took made her feel stronger.

She watched as Jason wriggled into the snug garment, pulling it up over his tightly caged penis. Returning to his knees, he gently pushed Sandra back and lifted her legs to his shoulders. Her pussy was literally glistening, and his own mouth began to water.

“A shame it only has my juices on it,” she said.

Jason looked up at her, a trace of concern in his eyes. He wondered if her words held a deeper meaning. Then she winked at him, causing a shiver of mingled angst and excitement through him. He had no time to ponder it as Sandra pulled his head towards her.

They both moaned as he began to lick and suck her. Almost instantly, she began to climax, surprising both of them. He hadn’t even reached her clit yet. As he did, she gushed even more juices, and Jason lamented that he hadn’t grabbed a towel. He swallowed most of it, but some escaped, and he would have to clean the sofa.

After Sandra had climaxed several times, she gently pushed his head back. “You’re going to be a very busy man tonight.” With that, she stood and pulled him to follow her to the bedroom.

Jason experienced a thrill of anticipation. Yes, she had been with another man, but he took relief in knowing she was his now. On the bed, she drew him back to her still swollen pussy. She climaxed several more times before she gently pushed his head away again. Then, she flipped over and spread her legs, revealing her rosebud. It was one of his favorite places to use his tongue and he knew she liked it as well. She moaned as he worked his magic, making her climax again. He could feel the strong contractions on his tongue. Then she stopped moving and he knew she has fallen to sleep.

Jason remained between her legs, his head resting on the back of her thigh, inches from her sweet asshole. He could still smell her, taste her juices on his lips as he closed his eyes. Unfortunately for Jason, he remained wide awake... There was too much on his mind.

He realized that tonight was a turning point. Sandra had taken the first step in making him a cuckold. Maybe it was more than just a first step, since she hinted at things he knew other FLR wives expected from their partners. He couldn’t deny he was drawn to the idea of cleaning up after his wife was with another man. Still, he wasn’t sure he could actually go through with it. But if Sandra wanted it, he knew he would have to. Everything was happening fast now.

He wondered if Darien would be the one. Sandra was thoroughly enamored with him, and he couldn't fault her. Darien was exceptionally personable, and if he possessed the equipment she claimed he did... well, it would be hard to compete. Then he contemplated the other men he had rated for her. Since she seemed to be enamored with Darien, he wondered whether she would actually desire to date any of the others. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. He thought perhaps it would be better if she settled quickly. There would be less to fret over. He knew the men had been selected from a much larger pool, vetted by the FLR group, and then subjected to his own more strict scrutiny, so they were likely all safe. But one could never be entirely certain.

Then there was the ever-present factor of jealousy, which still stuck to him. Could she, would she, fall in love with Darien or one of these other men? She admitted her fondness for black men, but he couldn’t be sure if that was purely sexual or something more. It worried him, and likely always would.

He knew the night had brought a mix of feelings: worry, jealousy, and excitement. Even though he felt uneasy, he loved seeing Sandra happy. His emotions were complicated and sometimes clashed. Jealousy hurt, but he also felt proud of her independence and a little sad about the changes. Still, he had to admit, being with her tonight felt better than usual, even if it was bittersweet. He had been part of it. He had set it up and chosen the lover. Maybe he was slowly getting used to the idea of his wife having someone else.

He remembered the word 'compersion,' which means being happy when your partner is happy, and realized that’s what he felt. He could admit he loved making her happy. The night wasn’t easy, since his own desires clashed with the joy of seeing her pleased. Watching her joy tonight made him a little sad, reminding him how quickly things had changed between them. He knew he hadn’t always been the best husband and wanted to do better. Giving up his own pleasure was a big step, but he did it for the happiness he found in her excitement.

Finally, he drifted off to sleep, only to wake with Sandra crawling over him. He looked up to see her smiling face looking down at him. "Time to do your duty again, whiteboi,” she laughed. “I had the most amazing dream, which I'll tell you about tomorrow. Right now, I need your mouth."

Jason didn't protest; he couldn't, as Sandra came to rest on his face. He was weary, but never too tired to pleasure her with his mouth. He brought her to several more climaxes, including once with his tongue buried deeply between her ass cheeks again, before she collapsed onto the bed beside him. She was asleep before he could rise to wash his face... which he didn’t bother to do.

The following morning, Sandra's entrance into the bedroom jolted Jason awake. He blinked, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Sandra, up before him? This was unheard of. He was always the early bird. Then his gaze lowered upon the clock: ten AM. A stab of panic shot within him while he scrambled to get out of bed. Tomorrow is discipline day. And now, with his tardiness, it would be infinitely worse.

"Relax." Sandra's voice was a soothing balm. "I made you breakfast in bed."

"What?" Jason stammered, convinced he was still ensnared within a dream. He wasn’t sure she even knew how to cook.

"Yes, your wife made you breakfast," she confirmed, placing a tray he recognized as her usual Saturday morning indulgence before him.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked, the dreamlike state clinging to him.

"Because you are the most wonderful husband in the world. I can't imagine anyone better. I love you so much," she said, her words flowing over him.

"Uh... okay. Am I in trouble for oversleeping?" he ventured, still half-anticipating a punchline.

"No, I am suspending the weekly discipline for this week," she announced.

Jason was stunned. He knew how much Sandra enjoyed using the cane and how it excited her, usually leading to him pleasuring her afterward. For her to skip discipline, something important must be happening. Now, he sat in bed with a tray of bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee in front of him.

"But I don't understand," he said, his sincerity evident.

“It's simple. There aren't many men who would do what you do for me, including letting me take a lover. Men like you are a rare breed. I've spoken to many of my FLR friends, and they all say you're a gem, that I shouldn't lose you. The FLR group is not just a circle of women in female-led relationships; it's a supportive community where we share advice, experiences, and practical guidance about making this dynamic work. Their philosophy centers around women claiming leadership in their relationships and building mutual trust and growth. Hearing from them has helped shape my choices, especially when it came to inviting another man into our lives. I already knew you were special, of course, but hearing them say it means a lot. I don't believe I'd be where I am in my career, or my life, without you. You shield me from distractions, and you're invaluable at promoting me at company events. Yes, you're eye candy, but you're so much more. And now, you're allowing me to have a lover, and a black one at that. As they say in the Tom Cruise movie, 'You complete me.'

A wave of unbridled love washed over him. Yet, he wondered if he was allowing this or simply accepting her taking a lover? A bit of both, he supposed. His alternative was to end the marriage, a prospect he couldn't bear. No, he was in this for the long haul.

Sandra continued, "So I thought I'd make today your day. First of all, I haven't teased and denied you in a week or so. We need to give your pipes a good cleaning, using one of our sounding devices. So, we're going to have several separate sessions."

He was shocked, yet again. Generally, teasing and denial occurred about once a week for his well-being. The doctor had stressed its essentiality. He had to admit, he relished the exquisite torture of it. While serving her satisfied most of his carnal desires, a good tease and denial session supercharged his libido.

"Then, I thought we could go to our alma mater's homecoming football game. I secured two premier seats from the firm," she said.

His eyes widened, and the smile he'd been hiding spread over his face. They had attended the same college, though they hadn't known each other, graduating in different years, with Sandra continuing on to law school. While she didn't despise football, the games had never held any appeal for her. It would be a sacrifice for her.

"Really?" Jason exclaimed, his joy tangible. "I haven't been to a homecoming game in years."

"Then, I'm taking you to the new restaurant at the Ritz for dinner... the one Darien took me to. Now, eat your breakfast," she instructed, crawling onto the bed beside him.

Jason suddenly noticed her attire. She wore a pair of impossibly tight white short shorts and a cropped top that revealed the lower curve of her breasts. She knew he adored that outfit. "How am I supposed to eat with you dressed like that?" he asked, a lighthearted challenge in his tone.

She swiped a piece of bacon from his plate and smirked. "You'll just have to suffer through it."

When he was finished eating, she led him into the breakfast area, where a single chair sat waiting in the center of the room. He knew the ritual well; this was the setting for her teasing and denial. While he relished the sensation, the sessions were often grueling, a constant battle against the impulse to climax. The few times he had failed and lost control, she had disciplined him harshly. Then today, she would use a sounding device, which made it even more challenging.

“I think I will restrain you for this session,” she announced.

Startled, Jason replied, “I promise I won’t move.”

“It isn’t about that. I want you to feel the force of my control, because I know how much you need it... want it. I want this to be special for both of us,” she said. She then secured his wrists to the chair with leather cuffs. Kneeling before him, she removed his small metal cage, and his penis immediately sprang to attention. She picked up one of the sounding devices, a larger one this time, and poured oil onto it before placing it at the opening to his penis. Jason moaned as she slowly began pushing it in. She paused when it was halfway in and looked at his face for any sign of pain. Seeing none, she moved it deeper.

Another moan escaped his lips. He could see the image of her own satisfaction in her eyes—not simply from the pleasure she gave him, but from the absolute power she held over him. She knew these sessions had a strong effect on his devotion; he was always his most attentive and subservient after a bout of tease and denial.

He felt the device pass through his penis and into the prostate area. A wave of feelings washed over him. He could feel the device moving inside him. He could feel contractions deep inside as she stroked his penis.

Sandra worked on him for over half an hour, moving the device up and down slowly, drawing him to the very verge of a peak without ever letting him slip over the edge. His small penis throbbed rhythmically, and a steady stream of precum was streaming down his shaft. She didn’t let him reach the point of expelling fluid this time, as she gently pulled the device out and set it on the metal tray next to them. “I’ll let you rest. I have some paperwork to attend to, then I will return. Don’t go anywhere.”

Jason moaned but stayed quiet at her joke. As he watched her leave, he felt a wave of affection. He knew most men would think his submission was strange, but he felt a bit sorry for them. They would never know the deep closeness he shared with his wife or the satisfaction he found in serving her. She had taken away his climaxes, but in return, she gave him a kind of happiness most men wouldn’t understand. They couldn’t know the freedom he felt, free from the pressure to perform and the urge to please himself.

Sandra returned thirty minutes later. Jason was still half-hard. He couldn’t even will his penis to go down.

“Are you thirsty?” she asked. “You’ve been leaking quite a lot.”

Jason looked down and saw she was right; a puddle of clear fluid had collected on the seat beneath him. “I guess so,” he managed.

She got him a glass of water and then began again, taking him to the edge for over fifteen minutes before she paused. Knowing that such intensity was physically draining, she decided to end the session. She hadn’t ruined his orgasm yet, but she would later. Right now, she didn't want him too exhausted for the football game and dinner later that evening. She would resume after they returned home. For just a short moment, she considered allowing him a full release, but she quickly dismissed the thought. She knew, deep down, he didn’t truly want that anyway.

A while later, they were off to the football stadium. Sandra kept the tight white shorts on but took a sweater and tied it around her waist, making her a bit more presentable. She didn’t really anticipate seeing anyone she knew, since she had not gone to a game since college. On top, she chose a more modest, though equally tight, tank top for the game. Her nipples would be visible when they were hard. They got beers and found their seats down near the field. They were just settling in when a couple of large black men approached them.

“Sandra, is that you?” one of the large, imposing men said.

Sandra jumped up, almost spilling her beer, and practically jumped into the man’s arms. “Jake, my God, I didn’t know you were going to be here. It’s been years.”

“Yeah, ten years. Where has the time gone? You look amazing. You haven’t put on a pound,” Jake remarked. “Can’t say that for me and my bros."

A moment later, two other large black men came up behind Jake. “I’ll be damned. Sandra Covington. Man, you look good,” he said.

“Bruiser, so good to see you,” Sandra said and hugged him. Then the third guy came up, and Sandra hugged him too. “And Raif. Where have the other teammates gone?”

Jake stated, “We scattered all over the country. Manny is in New Mexico, and Dell is in Seattle. Not sure about the rest of the gang. We kind of lost touch.”

“That happens. I lost touch with most of my friends. Life just got in the way,” she said.

“Dom passed away. Heart attack. Too early, man,” Jake said.

“Sorry to hear that,” Sandra said.

“You still living here?” Jake said.

“Yeah, I went to law school and then got a great job offer with a law firm in town. Couldn’t pass it up,” Sandra said.

“Damn a lawyer. I knew you would make it big,” Jake stated.

“Well, I’m trying to make partner, but it requires a lot of hours on the job,” Sandra said and then paused. “Oh, I was so excited. This is my husband, Jason. These are my buddies from college.”

“I got that,” Jason said with a smile and shook all their hands. “I recognize you guys from the football team. Sandra has a picture of the whole team standing with her on the football field.” Jason could feel a bit of tension building. He realized that Sandra had probably had sex with all of these men. That made him jealous, but also strangely excited.

“You are an alumnus too?” Jake asked.

“Yes. Graduated a year later than Sandra,” Jason said. “We had a great team during those years.”

“Damn straight. Not so much now,” Jake answered.

“Maybe the new coach will fix things,” Jason said.

Jake answered, “Maybe, but it will never be like the old days.”

“Sad, but true,” Jason lamented. However, he was watching the expressions and eyes of the three large black men. They were all running their eyes over her body, but in a very familiar way. He was certain that they had all been with his wife, probably more than once. Still, looking at the three of them, they hadn’t aged well. They were already big, muscular men, but now all that muscle had gone to fat. He suspected that more than a couple of them had had heart attacks.

“Well, it’s getting close to game time, and we want to greet a couple of coaches. There are only a couple left,” Jake said.

“It was really nice seeing you. When you guys get back to town, look me up,” Sandra said and gave them a business card and a hug before they left.

“So did you date any of those guys?” Jason asked, trying to seem nonchalant.

Sandra smiled, knowing his ulterior motive, and said, “Do I detect a little jealousy there?”

“Uh, no... uh, you said you dated black guys exclusively. That’s all,” Jason said. “Just curious.”

“Yes, I did, and if you want to know the details, just ask,” she said genuinely.

Jason didn’t know if he wanted to find out the details, so he just said, “Okay.”

The game had just started when a female voice called from a few seats above them. Sandra turned around and saw another friend. She screamed and jumped up again. They met in the middle and practically ran into each other's arms.

“Oh my God, Angie, I didn’t expect to see you here. Why didn’t you tell me?” Sandra said.

“It was a last-minute thing. I wasn’t sure I was coming,” she said.

“Come on down, there’s a seat next to us,” Sandra said, pulling her friend down the steps behind her.

Jason saw a very pretty dark-haired woman with brown eyes and shoulder-length wavy hair. She was wearing tight jeans and a green jersey with the team name on it. She was very well built, like Sandra, with slightly larger breasts.

This time, Sandra quickly introduced him.

“Angie, this is my husband, Jason,” Sandra said.

“Damn girl, you did well. Did you find him in law school?” Angie said, taking Jason’s hand in hers.

“No, Jason was in computer technology stuff. He graduated a year after us, and before I went to law school. We didn’t know each other in college,” Sandra said.

“Well, you two make a very handsome couple,” Angie said.

“Can you sit with me for a bit?” Sandra asked.

“Sure,” she said.

They sat down and began to chat. The two of them barely watched the game. Jason picked up a little bit. Apparently, Angie was Sandra’s best friend in college, and she, too, had dated guys on the football team. She had graduated with a master's in marketing and had moved to St. Louis. Now she was planning to move back after receiving a job offer from a reputable ad firm in the city. She would start in a month or so. They spent most of the first half chatting, exchanging phone numbers, and promising to get together, and she went back to her friends.

He and Sandra left before the game was over to beat the traffic. Jason wondered whether Sandra would keep her promise to continue the tease-and-denial session. She was.

When they arrived home, Sandra had Jason strip naked again, and she strapped him to the chair. Again, she used the sounding device inside his penis. This time, she moved the device deep into his massaging his prostate. She had her hand wrapped around his penis, moving it up and down to match the movement of the sounding device. Jason was already very stimulated from the morning tease and denial, so it didn’t take long for him to release his prostate fluid. Like other times, it slowly streamed out and down his shaft, leaving him still hard, but strangely satisfied. No matter what, the teasing and denial were always pleasurable because he was pleasing Sandra.

When she was done, she unstrapped him, and they went into the bathroom, where they took a hot bubble bath together. She surprised Jason by leaving his cage off. This time, it was Jason leaning back against Sandra as she reached around and began to stimulate him again. This was just for fun, and there was no effort to cause a ruined orgasm. Many men would have found this very frustrating, but for Jason, it was soul-satisfying.

When they left the bathroom, Sandra said that, as a reward, Jason could spend as much time as he liked pleasuring her rear hole. For him, it was the perfect end to a wonderful day.

To Be Continued