We started our year-long journey in September (read about the beginning here), and now October has past, marking more than two full calendar months since my husband has had any kind of an orgasm whatsoever. This is, already, one of the longest he has gone without any kind of orgasmic relief, and if we are to make a full 365 day calendar year out of it, he is only 1/6th of the way. And so far, still, it has been great enjoyable fun for all of us.
The rules of this journey are still shaping themselves, as we didn’t actually plan to start it to begin with. We’ve talked about going a year without coming for him many times in the past, mostly just as pillow talk and teasing, but after we went all of September without him spilling any cum, it was kind of mutually decided to see if now isn’t the time to go the whole distance. Being able to brag that he held his cum, despite constant loving, coaxing, and teasing, for a whole year would be fun.
Probably the first rule we openly talked about was that he can stop the journey at any point, and cum, “I’ve assured him if he ever loses interest, we’ll quit the one-year goal
and let him cum. It wouldn’t be fun for us if he isn’t tense,
throbbing, dripping, and wanting.” But in the month of October, another rule we have now established through precedence is that should he decide he wants to abandon this journey, he can’t cum on that very same day he decides this.
This rule came about, because after a sexy romp in body oils with my girlfriend and I, he was super hot and throbbing. My friend and he and just made me cum multiple times, and the two of us were busy together licking my friend up for her second orgasm of the night, when he announced he couldn’t take it any more, he wanted to cum so badly. At first we didn’t take him seriously, and my friend held his hands while I slowly stroked his twitching cock to talk about it. The precum was flowing generously, which I licked up and shared with him with kisses on his lips, reminding him all this delicious precum was the fruits of his prolonged denial.
That’s when he said, “You know I never ask to cum. Ever. I always wait for you to let me know when I can, but not tonight. You said I could cum when I was ready, and I’m telling you, right now, I’m ready. I need to cum.” Well. That’s a different tune, for sure. I was sure he was serious. So I said, OK. I’ll let you cum, then, but not today. You’ve gotten through almost 60 days, so sleep on it, and if tomorrow you still feel this way, my friend and I together will stroke and suck on this hard frustrated cock like it’s our life supply until he drains every last drop of cum from his tight stuffed blue balls. He wanted to cum so badly, but he agreed he could sleep on it just one more night. He’s gotten through more than 60 days without coming, so, if he decides he wants to finally cum, he can wait just one more day to do it. This gives him a day to make sure this is the decision he wants to make, and some time to cool off so he’s not just making a rash decision in the heat of frustrated teasing and denial.
Just to sweeten the pot a bit, I then let him know that, should he get all the way through the year to 01 September 2019 without once coming, I would make his reward a whole day of unfettered access to my body to reward himself as he sees fit. I was already thinking about this reward, but now seemed a good time to bring it up. This is no small reward. We hadn’t had intercourse since Thanksgiving Day 2016 (you can read about that day here). He missed his shot to fuck my pussy on Thanksgiving 2017 because he came prematurely, which you can read about here. So getting to not just fuck my pussy for the first time in years, but to fuck it all you can handle in a day?
That, and I did say “my body” which, admittedly, would include my ass. That’s a never for him. This was a reward too sweet to pass up lightly. To make matters even for intense for him, that’s when my friend piped up, “Mine too.” Oh my God! We hadn’t talked about that! My husband has NEVER pushed his dick into strange pussy before. For that matter, I never said he could. I didn’t say no way just then, to not blow the moment, but yeah, my friend and I need to have a long heart to heart about that!
Our wedding vows were such that he has sworn his fidelity to me, and mine purposely omitted that clause. We consciously went into this marriage fully well aware that I have NOT promised him fidelity, that I can fuck around as my right and freedom. I never have (with a man), but our vowing that I could please all my sexual desires adds magnitude to the tease of his denials. I’ll have to think on this.
Needless to say, he had a rough night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep with his cock straining to bust the chastity we locked him back up in (we actually HAVE broken two so far, they crack along their seam like a walnut… busting a nut, if you will). But in the morning, over breakfast, he announced that he had hardened his resolve to keep going. He would continue to endure our teasing without coming for now. The prize of pussy helped him stay the course and hold that cum deep in some unfathomable repository of his tight beautiful horny deep blue balls.
So we are now more than 60 days into a year of no cum for him. We can’t say exactly how many days, since we know he came last in August, but we don’t remember exactly which days in August he came. Not the last week of it for sure, but we know for a fact he came zero times in September, so September 1st is our target date to reach. That will a guaranteed year and then some for my husband without coming. We’ll see. He ALMOST ended it already in October, so…
Carnavalesque 