July 6 He came home from work and greeted me in his usual fashion, by kissing me hello between my thighs. He earned a coin flip, and it was Heads. I then revved him up with some fellatio and stroking, just to shut him down by locking him in chastity.
July 7 Another peachy routine day for us. He ate me out when he got home from work, making me cum and earning for himself a coin flip: Tails. I don’t know why I never thought of this before, but I discovered a nice homemade chastity technique. I had some shoestring, and got the inspiration to tie it around his junk…while he still had his underwear on! It created a tight little package too small to boner up in. I had fun this evening caressing his cottony bulge.
July 8 Our appointment day came for our couples massage. When he got home from work, I let him start in on me as he always does, getting me salaciously wet, but I cut him off before I came. Again, I was nervous about the events about to unfold, and needed that libidinous motivation to see it through. I assured him I had a plan, and we ate dinner. I’m not sure who ate faster, him or me. We then got in the car to go to our massage appointment, but I hadn’t told him yet what the surprise was. When we arrived there were two middle-aged Asian women behind the counter (sorry, I didn’t ask what nationality, for those of you who like specifics). Neither was stunning, but they were both attractive in their own way. When they saw us come in as a couple, they indicated they needed a moment, and through the open door into the hall we could see the two of them moving tables around. We had an appointment, but apparently they didn’t prepare. Then, while one finished up preparations, the other came to get the couples massage fee, and without further ado walked us back to our sudden couples room. I already knew the drill, and got undressed, laying on my stomach naked. My husband laid on his stomach, covering his backside with the towel he found on his bed, the towel on my bed I knew to leave folded at the end. The two ladies came in, one carrying a pitcher of water, and the other a bowl, which they used to wash their hands. My masseuse used the towel on my bed to dry her hands, and my husband’s masseuse had to say “excuse me” while she reclaimed his towel to dry hers, leaving him butt-naked. Just as before, they went right to the massage, with no oils or creams, or any pageantry. As before, my adept masseuse slowly titillated her way from a standard massage of my bare body up to the eventual massage of my erogenous zones. My husband’s masseuse was diligent and dutiful, keeping her massage on the righteous path of professional relaxation. We were instructed to roll over onto our backs, and the ministrations continued, mine clearly taking advantage of my lubricated arousal.
My husband’s masseuse no doubt couldn’t miss the rigid state of my aroused husband, but, no doubt an occupational eventuality, impartially ignored the obvious, and maintained the composure of her professional massage. I watched my husband watching me, as my petals were coaxed into full bloom and I came on the table, doing my best to lay still and be malleable to my artists intentions. My husband’s lips were parted in maybe disbelieve, envy, or maybe it was vivication, but what ever it was, it was kindling to my fire. I came for him, and he was denied. And no coin toss, because it was not him who brought me the apex. Now to go home, and let him process what he saw, while I provide for him some of the massaging that he missed between his legs. I encouraged him to share with me each moment and detail of his visions and feelings, all the while rewarding his candor with edging. As expected he had mixed feelings, but the overwhelming feeling was no doubt excitement to watch me flush and cum before him. I teased and coaxed and edged him many times, to ensure this entire experience was charged, and pleasurable, and positive. I eventually locked him in chastity so that he could sleep in his bath of hormones, and process the day.
July 9 No surprise, my husband had a wet dream. I left him locked, and asked him to skip his morning shower, so that his cum would be dried, pull on his hairs, and remind him throughout the day the awkwardness of the gawky release he managed to get only in his sleep. After I showered, he wanted to shower me too, with his gratitude for filling his life with passionate tribulation. I sat on the bathroom counter, and let him kiss my lady parts to a pleasing orgasm. A well earned Head. I told him how much I loved him too, and gave him a kiss on the head of his chastity device, and I nonchalantly went to get dressed. He seemed to enjoy our mutual massage, but how would he have felt had my masseuse been a masseur?
July 10 We woke up, and today I initiated our sex. I started with loving kisses, and worked my way up to sitting on my husband’s face. He flicked and suckled me while I massaged his balls and taint, his manhood still in chastity. After he made me cum, I needed some holding, and laid with him, my head on his chest, while we talked about some deep things that have been on my mind. We stayed in bed most of the morning, connecting. Tails, by the way.
July 11 He came home from work pretty exhausted. I let him kiss my love a bit to keep up our routine, but then we got dinner, and the rest of the evening was uneventful.