Page 36 of Jealous Wife
“Rollo,” Ava breathed, her voice husky and quiet. “I need a break.”
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he gave her a small smile before returning his eyes to the road.
“Rollo, please,” Ava begged.
Her chest heaved as sweat dripped down her forehead and the back of her neck. Large, damp spots were pooling at the base of her spine, making her blouse stick to her back. It squeaked against the leather as she shifted in the seat.
All Ava wanted was a chance to catch her breath. The dildo inside of her had been going crazy, vibrating and pushing against all the right nerve endings. Her body was verging on the edge of climax almost continuously.
Fortunately for her, the device would stop vibrating whenever the car was stalled at a traffic light, giving her much-needed respite.
She didn’t have long to take a breather right now, though. Rollo’s hand gripped hold of the gear shift and shoved it forward, and a split second later, he stomped his foot down on the gas. The car shot forward. Ava held her breath as she waited for the device between her legs to follow suit.
Rollo had engineered this thing that was now inside of her. He’d called it ateledildonics prototype,but those words meant nothing to Ava. All she understood was that it was somehow connected to her pussy as well as to the car, and the faster Rollo drove, the more pleasure the device gave her, but never quite enough to bring her to orgasm.
A loud, aching scream came out of Ava’s mouth as Rollo sped around a corner, the wheels spinning beneath them as they slid across the road. The vibrations caused her hips to buck and quiver as it brought her close to orgasm once again.
Ava felt the waves of heat washing over her body. Her face felt hot to the touch, covered in huge beads of sweat. The vibrator went crazy inside of her as Rollo’s foot pressed against the gas pedal, Ava let out another groan and squeezed her eyes shut. Her legs started to shake as she felt her muscles tighten around the vibrations.
Rollo slammed his foot on the brake, causing the car to skid to a halt in front of another set of red lights. As her thighs began to clench, getting ready for her body to climax, the vibrator suddenly stopped. The screen attached to the dashboard turned blue, and across it flashed the wordrest. Ava panted and leaned forward, her whole body relaxing as the orgasm was ripped from her.
Ava panted, her chest heaving, as she leaned her head back against the headrest. She looked over at Rollo, letting her head lull to the side.
“Please, Rollo,” Ava moaned. “Let me cum.”
Rollo smirked, but he didn’t look over at her. Instead, he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn green. Playfully, he revved the car, causing the vibrator to pulse inside her. Ava’s body jerked in reply.
“Rollo,” Ava moaned. “Let me cum!”
“No,” Rollo growled. “You need to learn self-control.”
“This is torture,” Ava moaned, almost whimpering. “Please, just let me finish.”
“Nope,” Rollo snapped. “Not until you can control yourself.”
“You’re just making it wor—” Ava couldn’t even finish her sentence.
Just then, the traffic lights flashed to green and the screen in the car turned red. The cars in front started to move away slowly. Rollo revved the engine over and over as he waited patiently until there was a big enough gap for him to speed off. Ava’s whole body jerked and spasmed as the vibrator whirred deep inside of her with each rev, sending her into a craze.
Within a second, the whole world was passing by in a blur. Ava’s body was continually brought to the brink before the screen would flash blue and the vibrator would stop. It repeated like this, over and over, for hours.
Rollo had taken the afternoon off work just to instill some discipline into her with this brand new device. He had been teaching her to control her urges over the past few weeks, telling her that by denying her permission to orgasm, her mind would clear and she would be able to make better decisions.
His plan wasn’t working, though. The more he refused to let her cum, the worse she got. She had become so desperate to orgasm that she had started waiting by the front door each day when he returned home from work, naked and on her knees, her juices dripping down her thighs as she begged to be pounded. Rollo, however, always denied her now.
Now that Zoey’s parents had disowned her, now that Zoey had quit college to work full time with Rollo, the only woman he was allowing to orgasm was Zoey.
Just the thought of that drove Ava to the brink. The vibrator suddenly stopped inside her, sensing her muscles clenching.
Knowing that her husband was pleasing someone else while denying her did something strange to Ava’s body. It made her yearn for Rollo in ways she had before. She was so desperate for his physical affection that she no longer had any priority in life other than to be constantly horny for him. To be his living, breathing sex doll.
It was all she thought about. It was all she dreamed about. Every second of her day was filled with images from her imagination. She could see Rollo fucking Zoey in her mind whenever she wanted, and imagining them fuck was enough for her. Actually watching them do it might have been too much for her to handle.
Even while Rollo was out fucking Zoey, Ava didn’t disobey her husband by allowing herself to cum.
After hours of painstaking research, she had found an entire subculture known ascuckquean. The cuckquean community was comprised of married women who got off on the idea of their husbands having sex with other women.
Some cuckqueans claimed that they were so connected to their husbands, emotionally and physically, their bodies no longer experienced ultimate pleasure from having their own physical needs met. Instead, they derived the highest form of pleasure from having their husbands' needs satisfied to the fullest extent possible. And if maximum satisfaction was to be obtained from a younger, sexier, and more energetic girl, then so be it.