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  The Ache of Denial

“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times”. Her cuckold loved the ache that washed over him each night he was blessed with an invitation to join Constance in her bed. It was not an invitation that came every night, but when it did, it was the best of times, for him. During those hours, under her comforter, he reveled, often sleeplessly, in the hours of closeness to his Goddess. Sleepily his eyes would linger on her exquisite beauty as the moonlight washed over her face as she slept. His arousal unceasingly straining as he felt the warmth of a naked breast, or thigh resting against his skin as her body, like a vine, wrapped itself around him. At these moments, he could almost imagine himself a ‘real man’ again.

But unlike the name of the author who penned that opening line would imply, “Dick-ins was not a ‘great expectation he was ever permitted. For him, these nights were also ‘the worst of times’. As her cuckold he had long since given up the privileges a “man’ might experience in her bed. For he was no longer a man, if he ever had been. He was now, and forever, her denied cuckold cum slut. He would never be permitted intercourse with her…………..nor any woman.. And so denied, these nights, as tender as they felt to him, also brought with them an aching, a frustration, a longing, a hunger and a thirst that could never be quenched.

On this particular night, the ache was especially strong. Her ‘cuck’ knew when they awoke his Goddess would be off to spend her day with…….another man. He also knew tomorrow would likely end with that other, real man, in her bed. The same bed he now shared with her.

As the sunlight began to creep across the room he knew it was time to rise. Each morning, before Constance awoke, he left the comfort of her bed to make her coffee exactly as she wished. Shortly later, he quietly slipped back in the bedroom carrying her freshly brewed coffee. As he reached the edge of her bed, he stooped to tenderly kiss her forehead. After several more kisses tickled her face and neck, He then whispered softly in her ear.

“Good morning Mistress, time to wake up……. Don’t forget, you have a tee time with Roy at nine” Her cuckold gestured to the cup “Your coffee is still a bit hot so don’t burn your tongue.

“Thank you Cucky, and of course I haven’t forgotten silly.” Constance reached for the coffee .Her magnificent body stretching sensuously as she woke. She smiled broadly. Thinking of how she would be ‘stretched’ in a different way that evening.

“I can’t wait to see Roy today. I’ve been dreaming about him all night while I slept next to you” Constance teased as she began to notice the affect discussing her lover had on her cuckold’s less than impressive, but very hard package.

“Cucky, you shouldn’t  get so excited this early. I need you to ache all day and perhaps all night, thinking about what I am doing while I am out with Roy .” She casually reached up and to tease and test his aching erection as she spoke. “Now I want you to help me get ready for him. You know what to do. When you’re done, meet me in the shower.”

She rose from her bed and took her leave. His erection bopped in utter frustration as he watched her bare bottom sway as she walked down the hall sipping her coffee. Steeling himself once more, he quickly set about finishing his tasks. When they were completed he fetched the warm towel he had placed in the drier,just minutes before, for this purpose. He rushed to join her.

Entering the bathroom, he was greeted again by the sight his unclothed Goddess. It caused an involuntary but audible moan escape from his lips. While he had seen her naked in the shower many times before, seeing Constance never failed to take his breath away. He paused, but for only a moment, to admire her moistened perfection as she glistened behind the glass doors. Thousands of, oh so fortunate, drops of water cascaded off her warm skin and full breasts. The steam from the hot water beginning to rise and wrap itself around her legs and hips, as he too had wrapped himself ,so many times, while sitting at her feet.

“I have your towel Mistress.” Announcing his presence with little more than a whisper. Only momentarily able to beat back his longing to speak. He always found it difficult to speak in this submissive state of mind.

Constance emerged from the shower. As she did, he wrapped the warm towel around her. She was to his eyes a vision of perfection. While his hunger and his arousal, for her, never abated for even a second, he somehow managed to concentrate on the task at hand. Patting her soft shoulders dry, he thought of how other men, more worthy men, enjoyed this body he was denied.

After she was satisfied, they both walked into the bedroom where her clothes had already been arranged neatly for her. Casually, Constance dropped the towel to the floor, again exposing her flesh to his long suffering glaze. His Mistress pretended to be indifferent to his aching, but in reality, she knew full well how this tease was making her cuckold insane with lust. He was helping her get ready for her golf date and his act of submission and his pitiful gaze thrilled her. She knew he would never try to do anything more than look and obey her every command. He knew his place in her life. That of a cuckold, and thrilled to be one.

“I have set out a list, on the Frig, of things I expect you to finish today while Roy and I play” Constance giggled as she finished dressing. “Now go put my clubs in the trunk and get started, if your chores aren’t’t done when I get back later”…………She then grinned and laughed deviously……..”I won’t let you watch us and there will be no cummies this weekend for you!”

With that he knew without a doubt Roy would be accompanying her home tonight.. He started his chores obediently as she left the house. The last thing he saw, while peering out the window, was the sight of her tight white golf shorts sliding into her car before she drove off. He knew Roy was going to go wild seeing her perfect ass and long legs in those shorts……… It would be a long afternoon waiting and wondering what she was doing with Roy .

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