Chapter #6David and Becky by: Carl   A story of Tease and Denial, chastity and cuckoldry and brutal unfairness. This is not my story but I see several areas where some cool branches in this story could occur. If you want to see the original view it here: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-journey...
Prologue:
PROLOGUE
I lay on my bed completely naked with my hands and feet tied tightly to the four corners in a spread-eagled position. My front was completely exposed and helpless to anything my wife wanted to do to me. She knew how arousing it was for me to be so under her control and I could see on her face the cruel excitement that my predicament brought her. My penis was fully erect and throbbing for relief, but she knew that, and she wasn't going to make it easy for me.
She pulled her T-shirt up and over her head to reveal her nicely rounded, firm breasts, bouncing as she threw the skimpy garment aside. Then, she unzipped her tight jeans and pulled them down exposing her long, smooth, tanned legs. All she wore was a tiny thong that barely covered her pussy but showed her lovely, firm, succulent buttocks as she did a single twirl. Then the thong was removed, and although it made little difference to the amount of flesh exposed, the symbolism of her being completely naked brought about an extra throb from my desperate penis.
Sitting next to me on the bed, her thigh against my side, her long hair tickling against my chest, she looked into my eyes before laying down to kiss my lips gently. Her tongue slipped between my lips and met mine as her hands caressed my cheeks and wandered onto my chest gently flicking my nipples with her fingernails. I was almost shaking with lust as I took all that she offered, the nerve endings all over my body electrified by her sensual touches.
She rested her head on my chest, running her hand down over my stomach onto my abdomen. My penis gave a little jolt as it throbbed expectantly awaiting a touch from her soft fingers. The merest stroke from a single finger brought a slight moan from my lips and she laughed at how easily I was affected by such a minimal caress. Her hand wandered around my groin and thighs, then, as if answering my prayers, she placed her soft palm against my testicles. Another moan, another laugh, but my moans of pleasure grew as her hand ran over my testicles and up the hard shaft of my penis. He fingers dipping into the precum to rub on the so sensitive end.
"Please," I whispered.
She turned her grinning face to me and gave my cheek a gentle kiss. She wrapped her hand slowly around my throbbing member and stroked up and down. Her hand, now soaked in precum slid sensually along the throbbing shaft. Each slow, sensual stroke drew me that bit closer to an explosive climax, but she was taking her time, making me wait, making me plea for relief with my low whispers.
As my hips began to push up into those ecstatic strokes, I felt my orgasm approach... then she took her hand away and whispered in my ear:
"Not today, my love."
A LITTLE BIT ABOUT BECKY AN ME:
Married in 2012, three years earlier, Becky and I lived on the top floor of the beautiful Bay View Holiday Apartments, which we also owned. The apartments stood at the end of a long winding lane that snaked down a gentle sloping hill to a narrow sandy beach. The sea was less than one hundred yards away with a harbour just over to the left. Beyond the harbour and to both sides, the hills and cliffs surrounded the bay like protective arms for the many tall, proud yachts that resided within. The position was excellent, especially from our balcony on the top floor, giving incredible views across the resort.
Our apartment was one of the two luxury apartments in the building. It took up the whole of the floor enabling us to gain full benefit from the marvellous views while the second occupied the beach side of the second floor, the one below us. The six remaining smaller but very comfortable apartments on the lower floors were usually fully occupied by holiday makers from early spring to late autumn. Even during winter months, at least two or three were in use; all providing a comfortable living for us.
The apartment block had been owned by my aunt who lived in and ran them with my uncle until he died a few years earlier. This was when she had made the suggestion that we should move in and run the business on their behalf. The idea of living in such a beautiful location was hard to turn down, and with Becky's career being that of an accountant, the set up was ideal and worked perfectly. When my aunt died last year, as she and my uncle were childless and I had no siblings, she left them to me.
Becky was twenty-eight and ran the finances of the business while also working part time as an accountant for a local company. She was a very beautiful woman, tall and slim with long and thick, dark, reddish brown hair and dark complexion. She always appeared to have a sun tan even during the winter but especially during the summer when she spent as much time as possible sunning herself on our south facing balconies or doorstep beach. She always ensured that her suntan covered as much of her stunning body as possible. She never tired of the many trancelike stares she received from other men, and sometimes women, who couldn't resist her perfect form.
I was also twenty-eight years old, although six weeks younger than Becky. I was tall with an uncontrollable mop of hair I usually left to look after itself, and without wanting to sound too vain, I was often told my looks were largely acceptable to the opposite sex.
With regard to the holiday apartments, I looked after the maintenance side, at least the basics or easy stuff, including the gardens, as well as working as a driving instructor a couple of days a week. Between the pair of us, we always managed to arrange our time so at least one of us was present in the block at all times of the day if any of the occupants needed anything. We really were a well-suited couple, deeply in love, and totally devoted to each other. We were lovers, friends and even business partners, complementing each other perfectly.
About our sex life; this is where our compatibility reached perfection. We each had our own particular, totally unconventional preferences, and because those preferences were absolute opposites, they fitted together in the most perfectly unique fit, imaginable. Sex was exceptional from the start, but the way it evolved, with those opposing preferences, the phrase: 'the whole, far exceeds the sum of the parts', was an understatement.
-- It was suggested to me that I should write an account of our journey, and that I should do so in the form of a diary from my point of view. The idea came from a lady who will become deeply involved in this story later on. Those who stay with me to share this journey, will meet the lady and many others who have made this an incredible period, not just for me, but for my wife, Becky, also. --
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