The original post: /r/eroticliterature by /u/caveman301988 on 2024-09-20 08:53:10.
It was a quiet evening at home, the kind that settled over the house like a comfortable, well-worn blanket. Emily moved through the rooms, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. Tonight was their anniversary, a fact that seemed to have slipped James’s mind entirely. A pang of disappointment shot through her, but she quickly replaced it with a mischievous determination to make this night one he would never forget.
James was lounging on the couch, the blue glow of the television casting shadows across his face. He was engrossed in a sports game, oblivious to the significance of the date and the subtle signs of his wife’s rising irritation. Emily approached him, her steps silent but purposeful. She wore a nightgown that clung to her curves, the fabric sheer enough to tease without revealing too much. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders in loose, tempting curls.
“Hey, babe,” she purred, her voice a sultry invitation as she sat down beside him. She placed a tender kiss on his cheek, her hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles through the fabric of his pants.
James turned to her, a smile of contentment spreading across his face, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside her. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, his voice rich with anticipation.
Emily leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Just sit back and enjoy.” Her fingers deftly began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the contours of his chest, her touch light yet commanding.
As she exposed his skin, she kissed him, her lips soft and demanding, a stark contrast to the gentle affection he was accustomed to. Her hand moved lower, tracing the line of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. James’s breath hitched as her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his pants, finding his cock and wrapping around it with a possessive grip.
She began to stroke him with a rhythm that was both familiar and unsettlingly different. Her movements were slow and teasing, each stroke calculated to drive him wild with desire while simultaneously stoking the fires of her own growing annoyance.
“You like that, don’t you?” she murmured, her voice dripping with a blend of sweetness and venom. “Just let go, baby. Let me take care of everything, like I always do.”
James closed his eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. But as his moans grew louder and his hips began to move in time with her strokes, Emily’s demeanor shifted. The loving wife he knew so well morphed into something else entirely—a seductress with a cruel edge, a woman scorned by her partner’s thoughtlessness.
Her hand slowed to a maddening crawl, her fingers barely grazing the sensitive skin of his shaft. “Open your eyes, James,” she commanded, her voice sharp enough to cut through his haze of arousal. “Look at me.”
James’s eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear flickering across his face as he took in the transformation before him. Gone was the understanding, patient partner he had come to take for granted. In her place was a woman fueled by the sting of neglect and the desire to reclaim the passion that had once defined their relationship.
“Do you know what today is?” she asked, her gaze boring into his. James’s face went pale as realization dawned, the truth of his oversight hitting him like a physical blow.
Emily’s grip on his cock tightened, her nails digging into the flesh with just enough pressure to blur the line between pleasure and pain. “You forgot, didn’t you?” she accused, her voice a dangerous whisper. “Our anniversary, James. The day we promised to love and cherish each other, and you forgot.”
She began to stroke him again, her movements rapid and forceful, her other hand reaching up to twist and tease his nipples, each pinch sending jolts of sensation shooting through his body. James was caught between the agony of his mistake and the ecstasy of her touch, his body a battleground for the warring emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
“I think it’s time we played a little game,” Emily said, a wicked smile curling her lips. “I’m going to edge you, James. I’m going to bring you to the brink of orgasm, and then I’m going to stop. I’m going to show you what it feels like to be on the edge of something wonderful, only to have it snatched away at the last moment.”
James was lost in a sea of sensation, each stroke of Emily’s hand a wave that threatened to pull him under. She had perfected the rhythm that drove him wild—long, languid strokes from base to tip, her fingers wrapping tightly around his shaft, followed by quick, teasing flicks over the head of his cock that made his hips buck and his breath catch in his throat.
Her palm glided over his slick, straining flesh with a confidence born of intimate knowledge. She varied her pace, sometimes slow and torturous, other times building to a frenetic tempo that had him teetering on the edge of release. She watched him closely, her eyes dark with a mixture of lust and a hint of sadistic glee as she pushed him closer and closer to his breaking point.
With each cycle, James felt the telltale signs of impending orgasm—the tightening of his balls, the tingling at the base of his spine, the urgent, throbbing need that coiled in his lower belly. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his body tense with anticipation, his mind a fog of desperate, aching desire.
Emily’s hand moved with deliberate cruelty, her strokes growing faster, her grip firmer, as she brought him to the brink of ecstasy. James could feel the orgasm building, an unstoppable force that was about to crash over him in relentless waves. His body was poised for release, every muscle rigid with the effort of holding back, of not giving in to the pleasure that beckoned so enticingly.
And then, just as he was about to tumble over the edge, Emily would stop. Her hand would still, leaving him suspended in a state of torturous need, the absence of her touch an agony that bordered on pain. His cock would twitch and jerk, searching vainly for the friction it craved, the completion that had been so cruelly snatched away at the last possible second.
James’s eyes would fly open, a silent plea on his lips, but Emily was merciless. She would wait, watching him with a cool, detached gaze as the urgency of his need slowly receded, leaving him trembling and spent, despite the fact that he had not been allowed to cum.
Over and over, she repeated this exquisite torture, each denial more devastating than the last. Her hand would return to his cock, her touch a mixture of silk and steel, coaxing him back to the precipice with ruthless efficiency. She seemed to know exactly when to slow down, when to speed up, when to apply just the right amount of pressure to send him spiraling towards the abyss.
“Beg for me, baby,” Emily demanded, her voice a sultry whisper. “Beg for your wife’s mercy.”
James’s pleas grew more fervent, his body tense with the need for release. Emily could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, the muscles in his thighs quivering with each torturous stroke.
Finally, when she could sense that he was teetering on the very edge of his endurance, Emily’s hand stilled, her fingers barely grazing the taut skin of James’s cock, which was engorged to the point of bursting. She could feel the pulse of his heartbeat thrumming through his shaft, a staccato rhythm that betrayed his desperation. His body was rigid, poised on the precipice of release, every muscle coiled with the anticipation of the climax that had been so cruelly snatched away from him.
“Please, Emily, I can’t take it anymore,” James begged, his voice a raw, broken whisper. But his pleas fell on deaf ears, for Emily was lost in the intoxicating thrill of her newfound power.
With a devilish glint in her eye, she watched as James’s cock throbbed violently, the veins standing out in sharp relief against the strained flesh. The head was a deep, purplish hue, slick with precum, begging for the slightest touch to send him spiraling into ecstasy. But Emily held firm, her hand motionless, a merciless gatekeeper to his pleasure.
The moment of truth arrived as James’s body convulsed, the orgasm he had been denied rippling through him in relentless waves. His cock twitched frantically, each spasm a silent scream for the release that would not come. Emily counted the beats of his fruitless climax, her gaze locked onto his tormented expression, savoring every second of his exquisite agony.
Then, in a final act of cruelty, Emily removed her hand entirely, leaving James’s cock to throb and jerk in mid-air, utterly bereft of the stimulation it so desperately needed. A strangled cry escaped his lips as his body rebelled against the denial, the orgasm that had built to a crescendo now nothing more than a hollow ache.
James’s cock pulsed one last time before an involuntary spasm wracked his body. Multiple ropes of cum spurted forth, trajectories erratic and uncontrolled, splattering onto his stomach and the fabric of the couch. The sight was both pitiful and strangely beautiful—a testament to the depths of his frustration.
Emily watched the spectacle with a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. She laughed, a low, throaty sound that seemed to fill the room with its mocking melody. Her laughter was a stark contrast to the silence that followed James’s ruined orgasm, a reminder of the power she wielded over his body and his desires.
“Oh, James,” s…
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