PAYING MY DEBT END

Jim stopped withdrawing his cock when the mushroom lip on its head began slightly tugging at that tight inner muscle ring. He was in no hurry. Slowly he pushes back down to the debts of my colon. His cock passed and made its way with much more ease than its first passage. Jim locked his forearms around my thighs and pulled my ass a bit more off the table’s edge pushing my knees closer to my shoulders. He sunk in a fraction deeper which drew a groan from me. “Well,†my wife said, “For someone who said he would never want to play with another guy, it sounds like someone is starting to enjoy a man’s real cock and not a toy fucking him. Isn’t that right honey?â€

“Yeah well,†I said with a broken chopped voice. Chopped and broken to the slow steady rhythm of Jim smoothly guiding his cock to the depths of my bowel then back to the ring of my sphincter, “This is better than me doing everything. Now I don’t know if it’s better than if you pegged me, but since you have always refuse yes, I'll never know if it’s better.†Jim had built a steady pace, but every so often he would bend his knees as he withdrew and remained low as he pushed back in. This caused his cock to apply exquisite pressure as it glided across my prostate. That caused my cock to visibly twitch. I hadn’t played with myself in over a week and my wife hadn’t so much as glanced at my cock in months. I rarely produce any precum but his actions against my prostate left me feeling like I had taken a piss and there was still a couple drops left.

The action of my pecker twitching got my wife’s attention. The fact that my little deflated pecker had begun to swell at the same time might have helped catch her attention. I honestly can not recall the last time my wife actually stroked my cock for the purpose of sexual pleasure, but as I was about to ease that strange feeling of something left in the passage of my cock, my wife pushed my hand away, not allowing my to either relieve that sensation or stroke my pecker.

“No no,†she said. “You’re are not going to just jag yourself off then later claim you came only because you were playing with yourself. You just lay there and focus on doing your best to properly make that payment to Jim.†God, I wanted to stroke my cock. My wife knew that so she kept her hand wrapped snuggly around it in the middle making it impossible for me to get on it either above or below her hand; not with my legs taking up so much space near my groin and up to my chest. I tried to pump my pecker in her hand but she caught it instantly and her hand followed. By now my pecker had become a full blown rock hard hard on, something my wife hadn’t held or even witnessed in years. As I bucked and squirmed trying to fuck her hand, to no avail, she teased, “ My my, would you look at yourself? Aren’t you just turning into a little cock loving little slut.†My only rebuttal at that point, being so sexually frustrated as I was, was to say, “Oh shut up already and either stroke my cock or let me.â€

“Oh no, I’m not giving you the opportunity to change your story. If it feels so good you’ll cum without having to play with yourself. Besides I wouldn’t want you to mess up your payment by cumming and then leave Jim hanging. You’re going to love or hate this all the way to a finish. My sphincters were relaxed and Jims was gliding his cock in and back out. He had pushed my knees up a bit closer to my shoulders and that change tilted my ass so he was constantly in contact with my prostate. He wasn’t hammering my ass but his steady smooth stroking was driving my crazy.

I can’t say how long Jim had kept up his assault on or in my ass but I was going crazy. I wanted to cum. My cock which again does not make barely any precum was dripping on my belly. My wife noticed and made sure to point it out. “My, would you look at this? I don’t ever remember you making such a mess without having cum. But you sure are making yourself a nasty little mess now, aren’t you? You’re gonna have a big mess to clean up when you finally do cum.†By now I needed to cum in the worst way. I wiggled side to side trying to get that tiny bit more out of this so I could cum. Jim’s pace changed slightly and he was beginning to get real serious about it. I literally was somewhere between a moan and a whine begging her to give me that last needed stroke but she was not budging. Have you ever been so close yet whomever or whatever fell just the tiniest bit short? You would do anything to get over that last hurdle so you could get the relief only cumming would deliver. That’s where I was.

All it took was a couple more strokes from Jim’s cock poking my prostate, and it finally happened. I went over the edge and started to cum. My wife could feel my cock spasm in her grip. “Well, well, would you look at that? Look who is cumming just from getting a nice cock buried in his ass. I must have had the most satisfied grin on my face by then, and I could not have cared less. It felt beyond great to finally cum. Go a head you’ve earned now clench down and help Jim to a great finish.†She did not need to tell me a thing, my ass was gripping and releasing Jim’s cock as he drove it in one last time. I was cumming and now Jim was cumming. I could feel each shot of warm cum being injected deep in my bowels. It seemed to go on for even. My cum started to run off my stomach and down my side. Jim pumped one last shot and his delivery of what felt like a good load was complete. He stood there as his fat meaty cock began to deflate itself and slowly withdraw itself from the depths it had deposited a great load.

I was a limp ray. I couldn’t move. Jim slowly pulled up his shorts while I lay there spent. My wife released her grip on my cock and let it die. She asked Jim if he wanted another beer but again neglected to ask me but gleefully said, “You won’t need a beer. Maybe a glass to pour all your cum in so you can enjoy drinking it down.â€

Jim passed on the beer and after he left and I had cleaned up the mess I had made, I bent down and began putting my underwear and shorts back on. Fortunately I was able to constrict my rectal muscles and really did not lose even a drop of cum. I had a load in me but I was able to keep it in and not dribble it in my shorts or down my leg. For rhe next couple hours I had to be cautious not to exert too much pressure and risk forcing the cum out.

The rest of the evening I hoped my wife would be as turned on as I have dreamed I could get her, so I could give her a memorable experience as well. In bed that night she was dripping but as usual totally denied her condition was a result of the earlier activities. I cared none her reasoning. I cared that she was off the wall horny and damn did she had a powerful orgasm. I don’t care and never have cared that she doesn’t thrill over playing with cocks. I wish she did, but I can never change the mindset she was raised to have. I care more that at every chance I give her the best orgasm possible. I’m always hopeful someday she will come around and become the little slut she always pretended to be in her high school days.