cucktn
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useful male
Thanks so much for the feedback, useful male. Boobs are definitely my favorite part of a woman's body too, so to have them denied to me is one of the most intense aspects of cuckolding.
I'll tell you a true story, well... maybe 95% true at least, which may interest you. I'm no longer married now, but this one thing that happened when I was a cuckold to my wife...
She and I were in what I would consider a Femdom relationship for quite a few years, with intense T&D, chastity, domestic servitude, etc., but without any cuckolding involved. Eventually, we started to delve into the idea of her taking a lover. However, I think she was always a little insecure about the way her natural boobs looked, so the first thing she wanted to do before finding a lover was to get a boob job. I was the sole bread winner of the family, so yes... I paid for that operation. Her new 36-D boobs were sheer perfection, and from day one I wasn't allowed any access to them, other than to look. In her words... she was saving them for her future lover.
I think the new boobs actually helped transform her into a more confident woman, so the proposal of cuckolding escalated quickly and more easily after that. She found a lover (with my help of course), and suddenly she was getting fucked by another man while I suffered for long periods of time in my chastity device. Of course, the thought of him freely enjoying her pussy and every facet of her amazing body was excruciating, exhilarating , and intense... as we all know how that can be for a cuckold. But, the fact that he was sucking, groping, fucking, and cumming on those perfect tits that I was yet to even simply touch, was on the verge of being unbearable. She was well aware of this overwhelming desire that I was experiencing with being denied her breasts, so she often used that dynamic to increase my frustration. She would prance around the house topless, come to bed at night in a sexy bra, make me buy her lingerie that would "show off her tits", and she often referred to them as "his property". One thing I found especially maddening was when she would put a shimmer lotion on them prior to a date with him. The lotion had a like tiny glitter infused in it, so it would leave them with an oily, glistening appearance. Needless to say, I was obsessed with them.
Anyway, she controlled all our household finances, but I basically received a small allowance from each of my paychecks ($50/week), that I could use for things like the occasional eating out lunch at work, expenses for my personal hobbies, etc. All other purchases were at her discretion. It was a rare thing for me to have much, if any, spending money in my wallet.
But one day I made an offer to her... graciously asking if I could use my extra money, from time to time, as a payment to touch her tits, for just one minute. I pleaded my case, saying that the money could be put into a "fund" for weekend getaways with her lover, or to buy the sex swing that she was wanting at that period of time. I initially offered $100 for that experience, but she immediately opposed and required $300/minute. It didn't matter... all that mattered was that she agreed. I, of course, was tremendously excited.
It took me almost two months to amass $300, but the day finally arrived. To this day, the following remains as one of my most intense cuckolding experiences...
It was late at night, and I waited for her to come to bed. I was naked, except for my chastity device which hadn't been off in weeks. I also hadn't had an orgasm in over three months. I'd put the money in a card for her, which explained how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. Finally, she emerged from the bathroom immediately adjacent to our bed. There was only candlelight in the room. She was in a tiny, sheer, red bra and panties. And yes... I immediately saw that she had coated her tits in the same glistening lotion that she did for her lover. She looked amazing as she laid down on the bed beside me. I can remember my heart pounding. I gave her the card and she seemed pleased of what was written inside. I told her that I wasn't deserving of this, but I thanked her and professed my love and admiration of her.
As we were laying together side by side, she began to expand on what was about to happen... applying some rules. She explained that I was only paying to touch them... squeezing them or gripping them was not allowed. Touching her nipples was not allowed. I was only to touch them gently, with an open hand, or with delicate fingertips... and I was only allowed to touch with ONE hand. If I touched them too firmly, it would immediately end and result in punishment.
After agreeing with my "yes Ma'am", she turned over and told me to undo the clasp of her bra. Then turning back around, she allowed me to grab the straps and slowly peel it down and away from her tits, exposing them completely. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with a thought of the many times I'd seen her riding her lover's cock. Her tits would hang down in his face, and he would often squeeze them together or reach up to suck her nipples, while his cock was impaled deep in her pussy. Visions also hit me of other times when she would suck him off he would spray his load all over them. It was hard to fathom all the pleasures that he derived from them. So here I am... her husband of 15 years... paying $300 to put my fingertips on them for one minute... to just get a tiny bit of understanding of all the bliss that he received from them. I was mesmerized.
It's as if she read my mind, and in a half-taunting, half-tender manner she placed her hand on my cheek. "This is for you, darling. Try to enjoy it without thinking about ALL the things he gets to do to them, and ALL the things that you'll never do to them."
She then set the timer on her phone and tapped it to start. I had one minute. I eased my fingertips from her upper chest down to where her tits begin to protrude outward, and then following the perfect curve down the side of one of them. I let my hand flatten out so that I could ever so gently feel the shape of that curve. From there I moved my fingers to the underside of that breast, to the point that it pressed firmly against her other breast. I slowly and tenderly explored that little gap of cleavage with my index finger, with thoughts rushing into my head of how wonderful it would be to slide my penis into that spot. Envy flooded me when I imagined her lover pumping his cock in between them. I then slid my fingers up her entire cleavage and back down again. And again I put my open hand on the underside of one of tits. I had an extreme urge to cup my hand completely around that perfect curve. And I had another urge to lift it slightly, just so I could feel the weight of it in my hand. But, I knew that would break her rules. God... they were so soft and warm and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were so hard and erect. My time was running out...
I stared at her tits the whole time that I was touching them, except for a brief moment that I looked up at her face. She had a wicked grin, as if she was fully enjoying my desperation... and as if she knew that I was only causing myself more eventual frustration.
The timer went off and I quickly removed my hand. At that moment, I think I gasped in disappointment that it was over. She giggled. My penis was strained to the brink in its small prison, and my balls were burning from the ring encasing them. She gently touched my balls... raking her fingernails across them, while leaning in to give me slow, suckle-type kiss on my cheek. I adamantly thanked her for what I received.
As she did many nights, she then turned over and pressed her butt up against my chastity cage, leaving me in utter desperation while I tried to fall asleep.
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