Denial Edging Story

 Denial Edging Story

The night began with two rules: my husband remains tied, and he can watch. However, he can never touch. A hotel key card and a chair were all that we needed. My hands slipped the lock, then his cuffs clicked shut. Without a doubt, my nipples immediatley felt the chill of the room, the minute my robe hit the floor. Just then, a stranger stepped inside without a word, quietly closing the door behind him. Subsequently, everything seemed to go in slow motion. My husband’s pulse jumped against the restraints, and mine wasn’t far behind. This was the beginning of our Denial Edging Story.

The stranger was the first one to make a move. Immediatley, he kissed my neck, and then stepped back. My panties were slid halfway down and left resting on my thighs. Then my clit received one light brush, but nothing more. Wetness came, yet the reward was withheld. A mirror faced the bed so every angle was visible. My hips were held still while entry was delayed. Minutes passed as my knees bent over the mattress edge. The tip pressed in and then pulled away. A moan left my throat, and my husband’s followed, but the ropes held us firm. The heat pooled, and seconds stretched. This was the first layer of denial, locked in place.

Denial edging story stretched toward its limit

It felt like time blurred after that.  My back arched, my wrists were savagely pinned above my head. He then lifted my Legs and lifted me onto his shoulders. The angle was perfect, depth denied. His shaft slid along my slit, penetrating me. Subsequently, rubbing my Clit to the edge. I could feel sweat forming against my skin. My husband begged once; the stranger shook his head. I could feel the strangers intense and deep thrusts. Causing my thighs to shake, as my moans were muffled. Neither my husband nor I would ever forget our Denial Edging Story.

Consequently, the stranger flipped me, causing me to be on my belly and face towards my husband. Cheek pressed to the sheet, strain reflected in my spouse’s eyes. A hand spread me open, entry refused again. The stranger’s tongue traced my opening, then disappeared. Quickly replacing it with his fingers. Undeniably, one knuckle only, then it was gone. Every tease is logged as debt. The hot stranger chased air and found nothing. My Husband’s jaw clenched, and I could hear his restraints creaking. Denial shifted from foreplay to the main act.

Night Delivered What Was Promised

Eventually, the stranger decided the debt had grown large enough. It was then that he gripped my hips and pulled me into him. One smooth drive filled me, and what had been held back finally gave way. My body responded immediately, sharp and overwhelming. The mirror caught the tension as it broke, relief rolling through my legs and tightening my stomach in aftershocks. Subsequently, the stranger stayed until the shaking slowed. Then he withdrew at his own pace. I couldn’t help but glance at my husband.

The stranger got dressed, nodded once, and left without a word. When the door clicked shut. I sat on the bed with trembling thighs. Moreover, my mind replayed every second. My husband exhaled and ran his hand down my spine. He looked grateful and soon pressed me against the bed. It was then that he spread my legs and began to lick between my legs. Tasting every bit of the strangers’ and my cum.  . We would replay this moment often. Each time starting where the denial ended. Meanwhile, the next denial edging story waited. “Happy Valentines Baby,” I moaned.

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