Then, on Saturday evening, my phone buzzed with a text alert. It was from Hannah.“Meet me tomorrow? Same place… same outcome, hopefully!! I’ll b...e there at noon.”I looked at the text for what seemed like ages. At last, I typed my reply.“Does Alex know about this? x.”The reply came in three minutes later.“No. I’ll tell her afterwards. See you tomorrow. Get that room booked.”It might not be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it seemed it. At last, I typed my answer.“Hannah, my darling, I won’t. She couldn’t believe how long terms of chastity seemed to remove my chauvinism, my bossiness, and made me more understanding and tender. No more pumping it in her, and then rolling over and going to sleep, and leaving my beautiful wife without an orgasm.At first, she let me fuck her after three days in the belt; then it was after a week or two. But every night I’d be munching between her legs. And then of course Fabien realized that getting fucked wasn’t a requirement, and let me just jerk off. Otherwise you might be tempted to bend your mother over once you reach home."Bouncing up and down in the lap of the Home Depot worker, Ariel cried out. "Yes! It's been so long since I've felt a cock in my pussy. Oh! It's feels so good to be fucking again." Damn lady! You could have any man you wanted just by snapping your fingers. How long a dry spell could you possibly have had?" Oh, it's awful, it's been at least sixteen or seventeen hours now!" Damn! You're some kind of nympho, aren't you?". Panicking but just about trusting. Another few seconds. You need my cum quickly. Pressing another finger against me and then you feel it. I force myself to stand and you manage to take a breath as my third load of the night spurts onto your face. Hitting your cheek, the second in your mouth. Your fingers still working on me and you lean forward determined to swallow me. A hand on the back of your head, convulsing as my cum is sucked out of me. The warmth of my cum and the satisfaction at having.