Going pussy free for my bull.

As we’ve moved onto our second full-time bull my wife has sunk more and more into the psychological torment she can inflict on me. She knows I eat it up (pun intended) and it’s her favorite part of this lifestyle.

Last night she was trying on some new underwear I got her and we were talking about her date with Ben the next day (tonight now). She was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pink, translucent thong. She could tell I was struggling looking at her like this.

She moved forward and had one of her legs between mine. She put the other up on the sofa next to me. Then she asked what was wrong and started playing with her thong. She pulled it to the side and was running her finger slowly up and down her pussy.

“What’s it been? a month? two months since your little thing has been in here?” I nodded and was staring at her pussy. “Do you remember what it feels like?” I nodded but then said, “Well, kinda.” She chuckled. “I think it’s so sexy how bad you want it but know you don’t deserve me.” I didn’t say anything but just kept staring.

“You know I love denying you my pussy, right?” I said, “Oh I definitely know.” She laughed and so did I. She said, “I struggle to think of a reason I’d let your puny little shrimp dick in there ever again.” My heart sank but obviously I thought it was super hot. She continued, “How does that make you feel?” I swallowed, “… Inferior.” “Good,” she said with a smile. “Scared,” I said. “Awww scared of what?” she said while she straddled me on the couch.

I said it’s just crazy to think of how long you might deny me. My face was right in her breasts when she pulled me closer and cradled my head like I was a kid with a boo-boo. “You know I’ll give you what you need in other ways, baby."

I thought of the night prior when I held her bull's cock just inches from her pussy, lining it up so another man could deposit his seed inside my beautiful wife. She saw the look on my face and asked what I was thinking, I told her how much I enjoyed helping her bull satisfy her. She reached down and gently grabbed the front of my pants, feeling my erection. "How pathetic are you sweetie?" she asked. "Did you like holding his throbbing dick in your hand, knowing that he would be getting the thing that you want so badly?"

I looked deeply in her eyes and saw the desire on her face as she said, “I want you to ask me for it.” I asked what she meant. She said, “I want you to ask me to never let you have my pussy again.” I could feel my heart beating. She reached down again, massaging my dick between her fingers and I knew I just needed to do it. “Please never let me fuck you again,” I squeaked out. “No, no. Say ‘never let me have your pussy again.’ It’s more final.” I said it. She said, “Finish it with ‘ma’am’ for me, sweetheart.” She was still inches away from my face and I said, “Please keep me pussy free forever, ma’am.” She immediately said, “Ooooh ‘pussy free,’ I like that term,” and started making out with me.

We made out for a few minutes and then she told me she’d be right back. She came back with her phone, and dialed a number. After two rings, a voice answered and said in a deep voice "Hey babe..." I recognized the voice instantly as Ben. She said my little cuck hubby has something that he wants to say to you as she handed the phone to me. I looked at her as if to ask what to say. She nodded and said "you know what to say baby." I stammered out "I want you to..." She interrupted and said "he wants to tell you that you own my pussy now". Say it hun. "You own my wife's pussy" I sputtered as a tear welled up in my eye. Good boy, she said as she ended her call with her bull.