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My wife named this post.
My marriage has seen a lot of ups and downs, and in the last year there’s been a lot of downs. We’ve talked about divorce more than once, but we always snap back to each other. I think it’s because we not only know each other better than anyone else, we understand each other.
I’m pushing 40, and lately I’ve realized that some of my dreams are a now or never affair. I’ve been with two women in my life, and frankly it’s not enough. However as my wife says, I’m not conventionally attractive. Couple that with I have zero idea how to flirt or even recognize flirting and I’m fairly SOL. This has lead me to the gym. I don’t think I can ever recognize flirting, but I can at least do something about my suburban-dad-bod.
My wife has accepted that I need to feel this out, and she has been supportive. However she brought up a point that I know I’ve mentioned in past stories, we really neglect her fetishes. To be honest, that hasn’t bothered me a lot in the past. She has been unable to fulfill a lot of my fetishes for a very long time, or at least extremely sporadically. Health problems and all that. But with her support and acceptance of me now, I realized it was time to cut the woman some slack.
That said, her fetishes are more extreme than mine. I always thought I was a sadist, but fuck if she isn’t a few notches higher. Cutting, piercing, electro shock… tip of the iceberg. So I figured if I was going to indulge her, I was going to indulge too. For a long time I held myself back from doing anything I thought might hurt or bother her. She would get nauseous so easily, and although she was masochistic along with being sadistic, I would worry that something I would do might hurt her worse.
Last week, we both got some of what we wanted. And it was awesome.
I was going out the next night with a few friends to a bar, and my wife was sitting on the bed pouting about it. I tried to take one of my pillows away from her and she reached out and grabbed my balls through my shorts. When I pulled the pillow, she’d pull my balls. It was a standoff. Finally I yanked the pillow away faster than she could react and wiggled away from her.
"You suck. Taking the pillows AND you’re going out tomorrow..." she said.
I stared at her for a minute and considered my options. I pulled down my shorts, took one of her hands and put it on my cock, then took the other and put it on my balls.
"Squeeze." I said.
She was momentarily confused but then squeezed my balls. Not nearly as hard as I thought she would though, I think she was testing the waters. Now you’re going to have to forgive me, but things get blurry in my mind between that initial testing and when I ended up naked on the bed with her hands lubed up with coconut oil. I guess the memory of what happened next fuzzed it up. We recently discovered coconut oil as lube and we’ve been experimenting with it. I can say if you haven’t tried it yet, jesus christ, TRY IT.
She started working my cock with the oil, twisting her hands around my shaft to completely lube me up. Then she started slowly stroking me and I moaned loudly. That initial feeling of her hands with that amazing oil makes me melt. But, this isn’t what I wanted and I know it’s not what she wanted.
After a few more strokes I reached over and put her other hand on my balls. She understood and she started to squeeze, slightly harder than she did earlier. Now, my balls? Fucking sensitive as all hell. When she has just barely licked them I’ve almost felt like I was going to throw up. I had no idea whatsoever how I was going to react to what I knew was coming and I was scared. To my shock, that turned me on.
So now she squeeze my balls, really squeezed them, for the first time. We’ve been together nearly 8 years, so that’s saying something. I found that it didn’t bother me at all and I figured if it didn’t bother me then that wasn’t going to do the job. She’s a sadist after all.
"Squeeze them harder. Come on. If it’s not hurting me then it’s not good enough."
She got a look on her face I hadn’t seen before. It was like she was wrestling with if I actually meant what I was saying, but it didn’t take her very long to decide. She squeezed. Hard.
And again to my shock, it turned me on. I did feel a little bit nauseous, but then I looked down at what was going on. My cock was rock hard and glistening in oil, and I could see one of my balls poking out of her grip, purple and shining. When you loved this short article and you want to receive more details about mature panty pussy pics generously visit our own web site. My eyes followed up her arms to her face and she had a gleeful, wicked smile on her face.
I don’t think I have ever seen that look before and it was intoxicating. I was giving myself over to her for a fetish of her own and it was as rewarding for me as it was for her. God fucking damn it felt good.
She continued jacking me off and played and squeezed my balls. Her mouth hung open slightly, the evil grin still on her face. Our eyes locked and her smile widened, then she turned and looked back to her work.
"Oh fuck, your balls are so purple…" she cooed.
I could feel an orgasm starting to build, which confused the ever loving fuck out of me. What I was feeling was part pain, part pleasure and another part I very much recognized… my brain was getting off. I was a little worried that the pain was going to win out though, because just when it felt like I was about to cum, I got a crazy weird feeling in my groin. I was worried, but my wife had a knowing look. Then that feeling dissipated and I felt my orgasm hit as I spurted several streams of cum onto my chest.
Like most of the times that my mind gets off, I don’t remember the orgasm very much. I remember the emotions instead. I felt pride in giving myself over like that, joy in that I gave her what she wanted, and frankly surprise in how much I enjoyed it.
I laid still for a while after that. My wife brought me some ice and I put it on my balls, and I turned towards her. I told her about the odd feeling right before I was going to cum, and she explained that she had pinched off my vas deferens, it kept me from cumming until she let go. That was probably my least favorite part of what happened, but holy hell if it wasn’t an educational night.
You may (or may not) be happy to know my balls are fine and I ended up walking just fine the next day. It was a good thing too, because the next day? It was my turn to indulge.

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