not sure where to post this. true story.

huwen...thank you for the lovely pictures....you have the perfect touch...you know i love your taste in asian women...the reamister is because they have the same perfect, smirking, bitchy attitude my wife has....the women in a1 and a3 look at me exactly the way my wife does...with this bemused, vaguely disdainful look that makes me weak for her...which one looks most like her?...it's hard to say....they all have elements of her...but none exactly like her....my wife is korean instead of japanese, which is the main reamister...she's a bit older than these girls too...but still looks a girlish 30 even though she's almost 40....thank you so much for looking in, and for posting the pretty pictures...it makes me feel strange to think that you are reading this exchange, since i kind of sort of know you from trading pretty pictures here...thank you again...

joguy...yessss....exactly...that's the effect that so many of huwen's posts have had on me the past few months....he has delectible taste in women...or so i think...because so many of them remind me of my beautiful....forever distant...wife....if my wife caught me wearing her panties, she would be truly disgusted...and not in a good way, which is why i haven't told her about that...she would be disgusted, though probably not completely surprised...but she has caught me with a pair of her dainty panties wrapped around my cock, and so far gone that i couldn't stop, even as she stood over me, sneering that she's ashamed to be married to such a pervert...the couple of times that happened, i immediately spasmed and soiled her tiny underthings...once she did slap at my penis disdainfully, told me to do the laundry immediately, turned and walked away, with a click click click of her heels...i crave her so much...i thank you for letting me talk about her with you...

that must have been so humiliating, to be caught jerking off with her panties and unable to stop, to cum as she watched in disgust. well, I guess fucking her panties is about as close as you can get to her pussy with your little cock most of the time! she must suspect that you do it often.
joguy

Thank you dale and joguy , your encouragements always made me
want to post more . You are a lucky man having such bitch wife in
your real life.

more pics , maybe these two look like your real wife some way,dale.

a6

a7

Dale , come over here !

a8

Your wife was talking to you .

a9

Beautifully done, Huwen. I'm sure that when Dale sees these he will squirm and blush as if his adorable bitch had uttered the words herself.

Dale, I missed your thread but I see that huwen and joguy kept you aroused as you would have wished. So lucky to be aroused and used by a dominant asian beauty.

jesus, huwen...your last group is so delicious....you're so kind to caption them to me....they're even closer in spirit and looks to my wife....and putting her words on them....it's exhiliarating...i'm so grateful to you...the first two are closest to how i see my wife...the aloofness...the icy bitchiness....but i'm also weak for the two princess bitches, who talk to me the way my wife does....

huwen and subwm....yes yes yessss....i am so lucky to be married to a wife as beautiful and bitchy as mine...and so very lucky to have found the exquisitely painful eroticism in her sexual denial....

joguy...you are right...i'm still embarrassed to think about the times she caught me with her panties...but i'm so weak and aroused by the memory of the look on her face, and the fact that she'll mock me for it....if even the slightest thing is out of place in her closet or her chest of drawers, she'll tell me to stay away from her panties....

but you can't stay away from her panties can you, dale? even the thought of her mocking you can't be enough to keep you from touching them and yourself with them, can it? if that is enough you're stronger than i am, lol!
love the caps, huwen!
joguy

those are sexy women
they are so hot

Hello Dale,...how is your beautiful bitch wife? Haven't heard any more from you for a few days. I see you are online so what are your thoughts on her today....perhaps gently kicking your balls as you play with and soil her panties?

subwm....thank you for your message...yes, i've been away....i wish i hadn't missed you when you posted a week or so ago....and thank you for the image...my lovely little wife kicking disdainfully at my balls with her pantyhosed feet, sneering at me while i masturbate into her panties....hurry up, she tells me....hurry....why are you taking so long?

here's what she did to me last night...

i was working late at the office....my wife called to ask when i'd be home...i told her that because of a pressing deadline, i wouldn't be home until much later....she put on her pouty bitchy voice on the phone to me....oh...that's too bad, she said....because i've put the youngren to bed, and i thought that maybe tonight...if you got home at a decent hour, i might just let you kiss my feet....isn't that too bad, darling?....

the tone in her voice...her taunting....i couldn't bear it...so i told her that i didn't care...i'd finish up quickly, and find a way to talk myself out of the problems i'd create by leaving things undone at the office...she giggled, and said that that didn't surprise her...she said that she'd be waiting for me in the guest room, dressed pretty the way i like....

needless to say, i rushed home....when i got there, i took a quick shower and rushed to the guest room....it was empty....i checked in the youngren's room....they weren't there....sure enough...in our bedroom...there was my beautiful wife....still awake....looking so pretty...just the moonlight through the window casting shadows on her pretty face and her hair and her little nightie....she was cooing and talking....not to me, but to our dreaming youngren....she got out of bed....she was so lovely....the flimsy nightie grasping at her tiny body...she pulled up close to me and nuzzled my neck....such a good boy you are to come home early to me....she gave my aching cock a little squeeze...and then she patted my bottom....there's a good boy....go relax in the guest room....i won't join you tonight, darling...i'm so tired....

dam she is playing u
did u masturbate

yes...i was so hot for her...but i didn't let myself cum...

another evening in the life of my lovely wife....

last night we had dinner with a couple of friends at a neighborhood restaurant near our home....since one of them is an old friend of mine, John, who has long enjoyed a flirtatious relationship with my wife....and who my wife enjoys flirting with....i was looking forward to the evening....i can't say how much i crave the look on his face when he sees her....how she teases him....how he can't keep his eyes off her body....how she knows this, but somehow acts as if she's oblivious to it....it was a casual restaurant, so we were all dressed casually....but my wife wore a clingy little powder-blue button-down cashmere sweater, jeans and winter boots....she looked lovely, with her hair pulled up, and a modest string of pearls around her neck that matched her ear rings....i sat across the table from her with the other friend, and John sat next to her....

although i wish that some of the things people post on this board had happened...and although sometimes i crave these things so much i can imagine being tempted to write fantasy or even pretend that certain things happened that didn't....well...by the standards of this board, nothing much happened at dinner....nothing except John flirting openly with my wife....nothing except my pretty wife flirting openly back....all of us enjoying good conversation, good food, and plenty of wine....since we're old friends, and very comfortable with one another, it wasn't so unusual for John to become more and more affectionate with my wife as he got more and more takes....a couple of times he would pause, and appropos of nothing, look my wife over and tell her how beautiful she is....how lucky i am to be married to her....all i could do was nod along helplessly....my wife....ever the coquette....would hit him girlishly....taunt him that he says that to all the girls, which would naturally spur him to more elaborate and heartfelt testimonial to her beauty and sexual appeal....when they get this way...as they did last night....he'll pull her to him....a big brawny arm around her....she looks so tiny and fragile in the grasp of a man....her shoulders are so slender and small....her neck so fragile....her hands tiny and white....at some point...when this sort of thing happens....John will get a little "handsy"....a big hand slipping down from her shoulder to caress her back....maybe rest on her hip, with a thumb or finger or two gently caressing her rib cage under her breast....not last night, but once years ago...when the three of us were takes on a southern california beach, he actually did start caressing her tiny breast....then, like last night, at some point as John pulled my wife close to him, his beefy hand around her slender waist, she put her tiny hand on his barrel chest, caressing it for an instant, her arm pressing her breasts together to create a glimpse of cleavage between two open buttons, before patting his chest and said, "My goodness, John! You'd better be careful with me. My husband is here!"...as everybody laughed in worldly good humor, she gave him a final pat on his chest and looked at me in faux anger, "Honey! Don't just sit there! Aren't you going to save me from this lecherous man?"...the image of that moment....the situation....my secret hopes and dreams....it was exquisite...i nearly messed my pants....and that was that...everybody laughed....and soon we'd finished dinner...

as we walked home...my pretty wife clinging to my arm...i told her how beautiful she was...how in love with her i am....how i'd do anything for her...she enjoys this sort of talk....mmmm....that's a good boy...i like it that you love me....i've had such a nice evening....and you've been such a good boy lately....would you like to meet me in the guest room tonight?...(the guest room is important in our house, because our youngren freely come and go to our bedroom, so my wife refuses anything remotely sexual in our own bedroom)....i was high from the evening...watching my wife admired by an old friend...the flirting and teasing....not the least of which how lovely she looked....the delicate outline of the lace of her little bra showing through the sweater...all of it....i could barely speak when she offered, but managed to squeak out a helpless....yes, dear...yes....

i was there first....my wife prefers it that way....to warm the bed up for her....i waited and waited...it seemed like an eternity....i thought that perhaps she'd forgotten....she has before....and because lately she's more and more boldly made promises she doesn't keep....but not last night....i heard the click click click of her bedroom mules approaching...the sound of her heels on the floor almost made me cry with anticipation....and when she arrived...oh....she took my breath away...even in the low light i could see how lovely she was....she paused for an instant at the doorway before turning to close the door....for a woman so cruel, it is almost strange how kind and dear she is to me....she knows what kinds of clothes make me weak for her, and last night she gave me that gift too....the prettiest, daintiest little french chemise....tight on top, pressing her tiny breasts to her chest....pantyhose...and the heels....."You like?"....

i was struck dumb...and then the words came babbling out in pathetic incoherence....oh...god...honey....you look so lovely....jesus...i want you so much.....oh....god...honey...thank you....

she joined me in bed and told me to shut up....she continued, coldly and clinically, "I'm only doing this because you've been such a good boy lately. I like that. So I'm going to reward you tonight. Okay?"...i nodded...i was afraid to disobey her...i was afraid that she might desert me..."Kiss my neck," she said...i obeyed as she gave me her lovely, pale neck, her perfume taking me over....her tiny breasts so close to me, protected by the lace of the chemise....i ran my hand over her slender legs and bottom....she wriggled in next to me....."Mmmm....that's a good boy....you know how to make me feel nice"....she turned her back to me...."Kiss my back. Be gentle and pretty with me"....i obeyed....i kissed and nibred the bare white skin between the flimsy straps of the chemise and caressed her legs and bottom and chest....she let me...for the first time in months....she pulled her hair up....i knew that she wanted more attention on her neck...i obeyed....she was gently undulating....her slender legs pressed together....and she was letting me touch her....her breasts....her feet....her bottom...even between her legs....she was aroused....i could tell by her breath...her cooing....the way her body was moving....the wet between her legs, spreading through the nylon....and by how thick and long and sensitive her nipple were through the lace of the chemise....she let me touch her this way for a long time....she let me rub my penis against her leg while i touched her....it's a miracle that i didn't cum....eventually, she reached behind her and tugged at my little cock...."Mmm....Do you like it, darling?....I think you like it....Your little penis is so very hard....Do you want me, baby?....Do you want to fuck me?"....i could only moan in assent at first, but her taunting questions...knowing the answer...knowing that she hasn't been this way with me in months and months...it made me open my mouth again...i couldn't help it...."yes, baby...oh...yes...i want you so much....please, baby...please....please, let me make love to you"...

"Shut up," she said...."Shut up. I hate it when you're so weak and pathetic. I need you to fuck me. I want a man to fuck me, not a babbling fool."...i knew enough not to say anything else...i just kept caressing her...hoping that she was too aroused to stop now....i kissed and nibred at her back...i gently squeezed her tiny breasts through the chemise, her nipples hard and thick and swollen in my palms...."That's better," she said...and she wriggled and cooed and pulled her pantyhose down enough to give me access to her pussy....even there in the low light, i could see the sight i'd craved for months...the tuft of impossibly long straight black hair poofing out from her pale little bottom...something about that sight....almost an archetype....maybe it is....a tiny natural with a tail...a bird with a tail feather....something about that image makes me go so weak...."Fuck me," she said...so i pressed my penis into her....she wriggled herself on to me...i'm small and have to be at exactly the right angle to be inside her enough to please her....but we've been married for almost fifteen years....and i was able to do it....she began fucking me....my hands on her hips, pressing myself into her..."You like it, baby?...Do you like fucking me?...Does it feel good?...Such a good boy you are to make me feel so good."

And, as complicated as my wife is...as delicious and unpredictable as she has become...as she has more and more embraced the bitchy sexual permistera she knows i crave from her...well, as complex as all that is, at heart, my wife is a pretty simple girl when it comes to sex....when she wants sex, she wants to have it, and get her pleasure, and be done with it....and so she fucked me that way...her back to me...for just a few minutes...until she descended into the shudders of her first orgasm...when she does that, her pale skin turns pink...and the gentle coos and whimpers that escape her lips almost inevitably make me cum....but she told me that i better not cum....not yet....and she had her orgasm....bucking back against me....her creamy flesh quivering with each thrust....and she reached a plateau where she can come and come again....i had to take myself out of the moment to keep from cumming myself....so that i could give her all the pleasure she wanted to take from me....she came several times in a row....not ever coming down, but just a few seconds after the spasms of one orgasm, she would build quickly to the next one....she can continue orgasms like this as long as her strength holds out...but she is tiny and weak, and after just a few is literally exhausted....she pulled away from me, my little cock aching wet hungry on fire for her....i was ready to explode....she lay on her side, facing away from me....out of breath....exhausted....

but i wasn't....i put my hand on her leg...running it up and down as she tried to catch her breath...i ran my hand over her breasts, thrusting my little penis against her pantyhose....she let me do this for a few minutes while she recovered from her orgasms....and then she turned toward me....she smiled at me and touched my face, even as i lay next to her tugging on my own cock...."Mmm...such a good boy to me. You made me feel so good, baby. You know how to make me feel so good."...i was afraid to say anything, but was so needy of her....i kept tugging on myself....she ran a finger down my chest until it found my aching cock....she giggled...."You're wet. Poor baby. You want me so bad, don't you?"...i nodded and kept tugging away..."Do you want to touch me?...Do you want to cum on my pantyhose?"...i nodded....listening....crazed with desire for her....she wriggled just a bit closer to me....facing me on her side....her breasts were near my face...i could just glimpse a long black nipple jutting up from her pale flat chest....i was so close to cumming....i masturbated with one hand and reached to touch her leg with my other hand....

she slapped it away....i was so needy...i craved her so much...i tried again....a shaking hand on her leg, caressing it through her pantyhose....she pushed it away..."Stop it, I said"....

"Baby, please...i want you so much"...i reached for her chemise, tugging at it so that i could see her tiny breasts quiver...so that i could see the thickness of her nipples....she slapped my hand away..."Don't touch me. I don't want you to touch me. Look at you, jerking off like that right in front of me. Stop it. Stop touching me. Stop touching yourself."

i couldn't stop....i told her so....she smirked at me while i tugged more desperately at my little penis...she propped herself up on an elbow...my face was so close to her...between her breasts....she caressed my face, the top of her arm pushing her tiny breasts together, exposing one long black nipple..."Poor baby. Wants me so bad."...i nodded...jerking...almost ready to cry....so grateful that she was taking pity on me....i touched her leg again, running my hand over her pantyhose....she slapped my face..."I told you not to touch me. Don't touch me. I don't want you to touch me. You're dirty and disgusting. Look at you."

she slapped my face again...and again...."I told you to stop touching yourself...Stop it."...i tried to stop....my dick was so hard...on fire...i couldn't help myself...i begged her..."Baby...please...i need to cum so bad...please...please...let me cum...please, baby"

she smirked at me....she looked me over...i felt helpless and humiliated...completely weak and pathetic...."No. I mean it. If you want anything like this to happen any time soon, you will stop touching yourself and you'll stop touching me. Now stop it."...and with that she gave me a final slap...one on my face...and one on my cock...i obeyed her....i didn't touch myself anymore...it was several minutes before i could stop my body from shaking, and for the fire to abate a little...when she saw that i was obeying her...she said, "Okay. That's a good boy. Let's go check on the youngren and go to bed."

i followed her to bed....

her appetite for sex seems healthy enough
surely she must need it more frequently than you are servicing her?

I know how much i want my wife right now but like you it is out of the question.

I guess your orgasm will just have to wait.....

Love the tease and denial, Dale. I had that happen to me one time and it took about an hour to stop trembling. Deliciously told...she is a hot woman.

thank you for your comments....

tonight?

well tomorrow is lovers night
we will all have to detail how it went

i haven't posted here in a few months...my wife hasn't let me put my penis into her since that night in mid-February...the night i wrote about in my last post...but she torments me more exquisitely than ever....i'm actually disobeying her this second as i write this...but i can't help myself...

just a couple of hours ago, i was at an expensive boutique in manhattan shopping for her...carefully perusing tiny lace bras and panties...pretty little matched sets that my wife now makes sure to leave carelessly around our bedroom and bathroom...to taunt me....mercilessly...to remind me what i cannot have now...maybe ever...i'd found something perfect....a delicate little bra...ivory colored, with just a hint of pink...the most fragile, feminine little thing...just her size...an a cup demi-bra with little pads that i know will bunch her tiny breasts up into the bones of her chest...i had it in my hands, resisting the urge to bring the fabric to my face, when in they walked....a man about my age...well dressed...and accompanied by a woman perhaps ten years younger than him....beautiful and slender...a massive diamond glittering from her left ring finger....but otherwise dressed casually in low-cut jeans, lovely stiletto heels, and a very tight gray t shirt that celebrated her lovely quivering breasts....they walked by me hand in hand, the man trailing like a good puppy after her, the heels clicking on the wood of the floor...i ogled her shamelessly, my eyes roving up from her perfectly pedicured feet, her legs in the tight jeans, to the space between her slender thighs, past the sliver of tan, flat belly to rest on her chest...there, pasted for all to see was what was written on the tight little t shirt: "Taken, but still looking"...my face must have blanched with arousal...the man's eyes met mine for a split second before he looked away sheepishly...i almost came in my pants...the sight of a man like me...desperately trailing a woman with the attitude of my wife....advertising her sexual disinterest in him for all to see...somehow, i felt the offense right along with him...the longing...the merciless *** of the situation....i didn't bother to try to hide my erection....

the reamister why in writing this post i'm disobeying my wife is because not long after that night in february i somehow forgot to cover my internet tracks....my wife discovered this cite on our home computer....to make a long story short, there were several miserable days in which i thought i might lose her....she was enraged that i'd obviously spent time here....fantasizing about being a cuckold...just to be clear, my wife has never expressed anything but disdain for "wimpy, pathetic men"...men like me....for interminably long days after her discovery, she berated me...asking me what she was supposed to do...was she really supposed to enjoy being married to a pathetic half-man who wanted other men to fuck her?....what kind of life is that?...what kind of woman does that make her?...i did what i had to do to keep her...i lied...i haven't stopped lying since..."no, honey...please...it's just a silly fantasy...of course i don't really want you to be with other men..."...and so on and so forth....eventually, she seemingly dropped the subject...but she forbade me to visit here...she made me promise...she told me that she would leave me if i did....i've tried to be obedient....partly because, ever since, she has fully embraced her bitchy teasing ways with me....all tease, all denial, all the time...it is miserable...it is lovely...all at the same time....it is almost perfect...almost perfect, except that private offense is not quite the same as public (or semi-public) offense...there is still this part of me...deep in my marrow...that craves the feeling of knowing that other men know that my beautiful wife denies me the pleasures of her body...there is still this part of me that craves the craving of other men for my wife...that craves the knowledge that they know about her...about me....that she is a woman who needs a husband...a good husband...a man for a husband...a man i can never be...the kind of man that is enough for her....

so here i am....unable to keep my promise to my wife...needing to tell anyone interested...there are so many things i want to tell....little episodes of the way she taunts and teases me....little episodes i've engineered to let other men know that i'm helpless before her, and that she takes advantage of that....fantasies i have about her....things i know about her...that i want other men to know...

i want you to want my wife....i want you to know things about her that will make you crave her...she has always like the sexual attention of other men...i want you to know that...i want men to know who might vicariously enjoy the ways she humiliates me....i want men to know who might enjoy taunting me about the beautiful wife who is taken but is now happy to say she's looking...

Its good to clear your mind,dale...well done....i love the t-shirt as well.

i want her so badly
but please do not tempt fate

i want to tell you about this past week...for one thing, my wife has been sexual with me for the first time since the summer...more about that later....for another thing, my wife has been looking especially good in recent months...she has always taken care of herself, and she always looks extra bitchy and hot in the little suits she wears to court....even so, lately, there’s something more....not sure if she’s changed her makeup, or perhaps she’s using just a bit more....i do know that she’s changed her perfume...anyway, in recent months there’s been a change...she is somehow more exquisite than before....

last tuesday we went to an inaugural party in the city at my friend John's sprawling apartment....i’ve written about him before....he’s more successful than me...we’re old friends....he’s a long-time shameless flirt with my wife, even though he’s married and has a new baby....there were lots of people there....there was lots of takeing....my wife looked utterly lovely in a thin, clingy pale pink cashmere sweater, string of pearls around her neck with matching earrings, and a cute little black skirt over black tights and high-heeled boots....a perfect, feminine outfit that really emphasized how tiny and delectable she is....throughout the evening as I made my rounds, i kept an eye on her....everyone did....and every time i spotted her, she was surrounded by two or three men....as she always does in these kinds of situations, she was enjoying the attention....i think i’ve told you that she is very responsive to men’s attention, despite feigning anything but professional interest....

in the cab on the way home, she was slightly takes from all the champagne and feeling affectionate....her tiny hand was on my thigh....i was ashamed of my little erection....she asked me if i had fun....i said yes, that she looked so very lovely, and that i was happy to see that she seemed to be enjoying herself...typical of my wife, capricious to the end, a certain haughtiness began to temper the coquettish affection... “I did enjoy myself. Very much, as a matter of fact. Some of John’s younger colleagues are very handsome, don’t you think so?” she gave my little erection a quick squeeze... “Hmm. I guess you think so too,” she said....she looked away and kind of shook her head....i was nearly speechless, shaking, and barely squeaked out a “yes.” her hand was back on my thigh...i was weak with heat....the evening....my wife...this new situation...

my wife said, “Is that all you’ve got to say?” i stammered weakly....i didn’t want to break the spell... “no baby…i mean, yes…i mean…it’s just that you are so beautiful…you looked so beautiful tonight…sometimes you looked so tiny and fragile…especially when you were surrounded by some of the men.” she laughed, gently almost imperceptibly caressing my thigh... “You’re right. Some of those boys were so big. So big and strong and handsome.” she shivered for effect, with a little giggle, and gave my little erection another quick squeeze... “It makes me feel kind of funny when I think about them, baby. I think at least a couple of them were attracted to me. Could you tell?”

it took all of my self-control to keep from whimpering... “yes, baby. of course. it was so obvious. you are irresistible. John even asked me if I minded that they were flirting with you so obviously.” my wife pouted and gave my thigh a slap hard enough to sting... “It wasn’t that obvious was it?” she was pouting... “Besides, you and John should be talking like that about me. I hope to god you didn’t tell him the truth. Did you tell him the truth?”

i lied to my wife...i told her that of course i didn’t tell John the truth, even though, of course, i had....and my wife was suddenly affectionate again... she leaned in next to me and cooed, “That’s my good boy. Maybe I’ll let you touch me tonight since you were such a good boy.”

later, in bed with her, she kept her promise...she turned her back to me and lifted her little chemise and made her little pantied bottom available to me... “Touch me, darling.” she looked so beautiful...she was being so tender and sweet....i caressed her bottom, the way she likes, her panties so dainty and pretty....i could smell her....she was very wet...i bent to slady my face into her, but she pushed it away.... “Your fingers, darling. Just your fingers.” and so i pleasured her with my fingers....it didn’t take long....it never does....she reaches orgasms easily....when she had had her pleasure, she turned back around to face me, still squirming from residual sensations....she caressed my penis. “Mmm. That felt so good, baby. Do you want me to touch you?” she laughed when i squeaked out a yes, please baby…please touch me....and she gently caressed my penis for a few minutes....and then she stopped and patted it maternally.... “That’s enough for tonight, baby. Now be a good little boy and go to relax. Sweet dreams, darling.”

These are wonderful experiences you're sharing. I hope you'll continue to do so.