The sight of his wife undoing the button on his jeans was enough to make his heart race, the feeling of her hand slipping inside the denim fabric enough to make him gasp.
Smirking knowingly, her fingers began moving ever so subtly, teasingly approaching his already stiffening cock, yet always retreating and never quite touching.
Within moments his hips were writhing, his voice softly begging, "Please??"
Smiling softly, she teased, "Please what, baby?"
Almost in a whimper he replied, "Please.... touch me??"
"Aww, you sound frustrated... are you sweetheart? Are you... frustrated?", she murmured.
Laughing softly, she sympathized, "I know baby, this is still new for you... you're not used to it yet. But you're doing so well for me though so far. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you," he replied, breathing heavily.
It had been 23 days since his last orgasm, and before his recent agreement to allow his wife to explore 'tease and denial' on him he'd never in his life went longer than a few days without relief. At this point even the slightest hint of a possible release was enough to cause his libido to rev into overdrive.
"If I let it out, can you stay perfectly still and not move? Because if I see your hips moving even the tiniest little bit I'm going to put it back away."
"Oh my god, yes! I promise I can!"
She chuckled softly, loving his eagerness and desperation. It took her back to those days years ago when they'd first started dating, when he was so excited by her that there was constantly a sense of sexual electricity in the air.
After withdrawing her hand, she unfastened his pants and tugged his jeans and briefs partway down his thighs. Then casually she began idly tracing her fingertips all around the base, watching with fascination at how the mere nearness of her touch caused his cock to stiffen and swell with need, pointing skyward as his whimpers of longing began to fill the room.
"Don't move, baby," she warned in a husky whisper, her tongue seductively teasing his ear, her mouth sensually sucking the lobe.
"Oh god," he groaned, his eyes nearly rolling back with need.
Licking his ear gently she purred, "You're so hard for me already and I haven't even touched it. Your poor cock sweetheart, you can't control it all anymore, can you? It wants me so bad all the time now, doesn't it?"
Ever so slowly she traced one finger from the base of his shaft to the tip, causing him to emit an agonized groan of need that filled the room, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to remain motionless.
"Did that feel good, baby?," she teased. Her pussy quivered and clit pulsed with excitement, loving how a single caress of her finger could now have her husband moaning with lust even more than when her silky pussy would sink down the length of him mere weeks ago.
"I bet you want more though, don't you?," she continued. "I bet you want me to wrap my hand around it... to stroke it... maybe, even let it inside my soft... warm... mouth. You love that, don't you baby?"
"Oh my god yes... please?! I'm begging you..."
Continuing to drag a single finger delicately along his length, she purred, "Mmm, I know you are honey, and I absolutely love it. But sweetie, I can make it so excited by doing only this. It's already so hard for me... twitching so much. And baby look... watch me..."
Once she knew she had his focus exactly where she wanted, she circled the head with her fingertip and gathered up a glistening bead of precum. After teasingly slipping her finger into her mouth and sucking it clean, she teased, "See baby? It's already dripping for me. Can you tell? Can you feel it? Does it feel to you like I've already got you so hard that it's dripping?"
"Yesss...," he whimpered helplessly.
"Mmm, that is sooo hot," she purred softly with lust. "I absolutely love it. Don't you baby? I mean, I'm sure you want more, I'm sure you wanna cum, I get that. But be honest, isn't there something hot about how quickly I can get you hard now?... how little it takes? Isn't there something sexy about how easily I can get your cock so excited that it's dripping and wanting to cum so, soo badly?"
At this point his mind was a flustered, frazzled, scrambled mess, and in a dazed voice he replied, "I... I guess?"
Chuckling wickedly, she said, "I think so too. You know, I bet I could turn your poor cock into an achy, quivering, weeping mess and I could do it with just... one... finger. What do you think?"
"Oh my god...," he groaned in frustration.
Immediately she pulled her hand away, innocently asking, "Unless you don't want me to? Unless you'd rather me not touch it at all?"
"No, no, no!," he quickly pleaded. "Please don't! Don't stop!"
"No?," she teased with mock innocence. "You don't want me to leave it alone?"
"No," he begged, so broken he sounded as if he could start to cry. "Please don't..."
"Aww, you want more?," she cooed sympathetically. "You like it when I tease it like I was?... one finger?... barely touching it at all?... is that what you like now baby?... is that all it takes to get you all excited?"
With tears of frustration already beginning to dampen his eyes he weakly replied, "Y-yes.... please?... please more??..."
Smiling sweetly she kissed his cheek lovingly, purring, "Of course sweetheart, I'd be happy to.... whatever makes you happy."
And with that her fingertip resumed its excruciating teasing, slowly tracing along the length, and drawing lazy, triumphant circles around the weeping head...
