Rosalind and a Teasing Touch for the Cuckold

Will she let him touch beneath the hem of her nightshirt or continue his torment?

Oh, good morning, Darling. I see your text messages from last night. There are so many and they’re so poetic. Thank you, Baby.

You couldn’t sleep? Because you were thinking of me. Aw, that’s so sweet, but, yes, I can see that.

I’m scrolling your messages now. Mmm, so passionate. I love this one that you wrote:

You’re everything to me, my life, consuming my every thought.

Thank you, sweetheart. That’s beautiful, it really is.

What am I wearing? Mmm, you want to know, hmm?

I have on that silky white blouse you bought me. The one that was on sale for $90. Yes, believe it or not I wore it as a nightshirt. I love how the hem teases along my thigh.

What’s that? You — you, what?

You want to reach beneath the hem and touch my thigh?

Would you like that, Baby? To touch my leg? To touch beneath my my blouse along my leg? Just the thought of it makes you hard? Your cock is already throbbing?

Perhaps I can let you touch right at the hemline, Darling. Yes, at the hemline, but not any further up my thigh.

Why not?

Because I’ll be seeing Mark today. I’m going with him to get a couples massage at the spa so the masseuse will be touching up my legs — and then I’ll be letting Mark touch me, too, so my thighs will be nice and touched today. I might even have Mark lick my thighs.

Yes, I’m using the gift certificate that you bought for $300. Thank you, Darling.

Will I let Mark fuck me after the masseuse leaves? I’m not sure. I may decide to tease his cock, run my fingers around his balls and suck him off. You know, suck him deeply and run my lips up and down the shaft of his cock until his cum pours into my mouth and I gag as I swallow.

You know I like the taste of cum.

But, no, Honey Babe, I don’t need to taste your cum because I have so many wonderful men who want me to suck their cocks.

Yes, I’m so glad that you like my thighs. You’re thinking about me taking a bath the other night, aren’t you, and how you watched me soap inside my legs?

Oh, yes, I loved that, too, how you stood there while I soaked in the tub and you begged me to let you stroke your cock in front of me. You got so incredibly frustrated when I told you no. In fact, you were naughty and disobedient for pacing back and forth and not staying in one spot.

You get so tense, Baby, so frustrated. It’s amazing to watch you.

Did you like how I ran my fingers into my pussy?

Yes, you did like it?

Oh, it felt so good with the hot water around my tits.

So you want to touch my thigh? Yes, I love having my thighs caressed so slowly and gently.

I don’t know. Should I let you? My concern is that you’ll want to reach up my leg and then I’ll have to punish you and you won’t be able to see me naked for many weeks.

Think long and hard about touching me, sweetheart. Do you have the self control to only touch my thigh at the hemline?

Hmm, wait. I have an idea. Why don’t you walk down the hallway and let’s meet at the bathroom? I’ll let you watch me unbutton my nightshirt, real slowly, so you can see me take a shower.

How much longer will you have to sleep in the guest room? I don’t know. Indefinitely, is what I envision. It’s so fun having a king-size bed for myself and whoever I want to share it with.

I think it’s erotically hot that we’re together, even though we’re not.

But stop in the bathroom. I’ll bend and you can have a nice view of my ass and then watch as I step inside the shower. But the hot water will get steamy so you’ll only be able to see an outline of me. I can let you stroke your cock and perhaps you’ll come.

What’s that?

You want to come when I’m with you?

I will be with you in the bathroom.

No, that’s not the same as being in bed with me, is it?

You’re shaking, Babe? Feeling like crying again? It’s rough, isn’t it?

I know it’s tough, Darling, and I know how you suffer for me. The problem is that I love it so much — so fucking much. And, yes, I know you’ve giving me everything and you have nothing left for anyone else.

That’s good because you shouldn’t be giving anything to anyone else. You’re mine, after all. That was the arrangement we made and that you knew going in.

You want to stroke your cock while touching my thigh.

What is about my thighs, sweetheart? Don’t you want to touch my tits and kiss my lips?

Yes, you’re right. I won’t allow you to kiss them. Not now, anyway. Perhaps another time.

You’re stroking your cock, Darling? You can’t help yourself? Oh, my. Does it feel good?

It teases, yes, I know. It hurts, yes. But I love it, Darling. I love that you’re so weak for me and so adoring. It makes me so fucking wet and makes me want to have Mark fuck me today after the masseuse leaves.

I’ll lie on my back, spread my legs and let him slip his cock into me. Oh fuck, it’ll feel so good.

You’re trembling? Oh, Baby. That’s so beautiful. You’re trembling. I’m sorry, Darling. I love it, too much. Yes, it’s cruel and sadistic, I know. But you like it, too, don’t you?

And you came just now — without my permission? Naughty boy. Oh, too bad. I was going to let you touch beneath my shirt, but not now. You’ll have to wait.

Yes, dear. I’m going to take a shower and you’ll get ready for work.

Yes, slow your breathing. Kiss your pillows if you have to. I understand. And I love you, too, Babe. I really do. No other man would suffer for me like you do. And I love you for that so much.

Have a lovely day. I’ll send you pictures while Mark fucks me.