Play the game

With a frustrated moan you shake your head no, letting your wife know that you begrudgingly don’t need to cum yet, and will play her twisted game. She gleefully laughs, and bends over to give your face a big lick before she says “proud of you baby. Now hold still” she laughs, as she gets off of you. She grabs a bag of ice she brought with her in preparation, and gently wraps your hard cock with it. Your flinch from the cold, and soon it starts to shrink. Once it is fully shrunken, and your balls are thoutoughly blue, your lovely wife leans over and kisses the tip before slipping it into a small pink plastic cage, and locks it with a miniature heart shaped pad lock.

“Since you agreed to the game, here’s how it’ll go down. Every day the real key will switch to someone else in the house, though there will also be many dummy keys. If you want release, you better find the right person and do whatever they want. If you do get free, you’ll be free till nighttime, when I will lock it up and we start the whole game again... if you are lucky you could cum every day. If unlucky you could not cum all month.”

You feel yourself attempting to harden in your cage at the ingenuity of the game your wife devised, but obviously can’t. Soon she removes your gag and gives a passionate kiss. You return it lovingly as she hugs your bound firm, matching each loving kiss. After a few minutes of this she breaks the kiss. “You know, just because you can’t cum doesn’t mean I should suffer...”

Giggling, she climbs up your body until her skirt covers your face, and you realize your pervy wife had no underwear beneath. She is clearly already wet as her pussy falls onto your waiting lips. As her legs begin to squeeze your head and her pussy cuts off your air, you begin passionately licking and sucking around her clit, making sure to build pleasure before turning to it. You know she will show no mercy, and will not let you breath till she is satisfied, so you work hard. You can’t hear her reactions or words as your ears are covered by her thighs, but by her shifting body you know you are having an effect.

Soon you taste a warm flood on your face, as your betrothed squirts all over it. You lap it up as best you can as she removes herself and lets you breath.

She playfully slaps your drenched face as she says “damn I love your tongue my slut. Anyway, I have a shopping trip to go to... you can join me if you want, or you can wait for the maid to free you.”