Y'all are well acquainted with me (Sabrina, 39F) and my husband Andre's (40M) sexual proclivities. Yes, I send him to fuck other women in need of pity sex. Yes, I dress up as the women he fantasizes about. And yes, we have a child together who is adorable and our one-and-done.

Which means, he's up for the snip-snip because he's a good husband, and I'm ready to unleash my libido off birth control. Andre's first taste was when we were planning pregnancy and I came of birth control. Within 2 months my libido was back like I was 16 and discovered my clit. I was draining his balls into me every day, sometimes multiples times a day for months and never got pregnant. We discovered that having sex so frequently reduced his sperm counts. It was torture having to go every other day. But it worked. My libido calmed during pregnancy and I was dry as the desert while breastfeeding.

But his vasectomy was always on the schedule because we knew this baby was going to be our only. Then his doctor asked if he was sure. He had a confident yes (whew). Then the doctor gave us some what-ifs that had us thinking. Really, those scenarios were too terrible to think about, but given my age and his, we figured if we had to try pregnancy again in a few years, we'd probably need IVF anyway, so he got set to do some sperm storage.

Which meant he had to be abstinent. And to maximize his collection, he needed to abstain from cumming for a week. A WEEK. That man hasn't gone a week without cumming in or on me in YEARS.

I couldn't wait to tease him MERCILESSLY. Once his collection date was set for the next Wednesday, I made sure he got off exactly a week before and then laid my trap.

Day One was pretty normal. Life was busy. I managed to get to Victoria's Secret and the local adult store and buy myself some particularly revealing lingerie. I made sure to leave the bag and boxes conspicuously in the closet. I know he noticed them because I saw his erection before bed. "Hey, don't touch that!" I admonished him jokingly. He grunted and rolled over and went to bed (complaining of a headache, I'm sure).

Day Two was also pretty benign. I sent him a screen shot of that dog from Van Wilder with the giant balls. It got me a laugh. I made sure to wear really form fitting clothing that day. I happen to like my Mom Bod and he does too. Some well timed bends got my ass smacked a handful of times. I normally grab his crotch with a loving squeeze and I made sure to linger an extra second.

Day Three was the first day I started the teases. It was warm out and I sent him a picture of me with lipstick on sucking a coffee/cream flavored paleta from a local vendor captioned, "I need to suck something creamy." He sent back devil horn emojis. Dinner was spaghetti and I made sure to make extra sucking sounds. He glared at me and I laughed at him as he took his spaghetti bowl and went to his home office to eat.

Day Four was the first day I started sexting him. I started so innocently, "Hey, how are you?" "Good, you?" He was at work. "I need your opinion - what should I wear to my girls night out tonight?" This was a strange question, since I never really asked him this. He put the ? bubble on the text. The first picture was of me wearing a glimmering silver skin-tight dress I hadn't worn since we first started dating. It fit, but barely and needed some shapewear assistance, god bless Spanx. But with a pair of fuck me pumps and the help of a generously slimming mirror, my body looked amazing. My C cups looked huge with the nude-push up underneath, and the weave on the side ran up just high enough to let you know I wasn't wearing panties. All I got back was, "I hate you what's the other option?" The other option wasn't really an option because frankly, it was debatably something you'd call clothing. I was wearing a fishnet backless thong teddy and a pair of low rise distressed cut-off denim booty shorts. The top did nothing to cover my nipples and the bottom did nothing to cover my ass. In the pose I was standing, you could see my labia from the side.

I didn't get a response for a long time. "You better not be jerking off" I admonished him by text. "Well, option one is high class hooker and option two is 10-cent slut." It stung a little but I could tell it got to him and I loved it. He wasn't one to cave, and in any case, I knew the more merciless I was, the more he'd eventually cum and we could store it. "Well, which one do you want to fuck next Wednesday night?" He didn't sleep in the same bed as me that night, or the rest of the week.

Day Five I had a special surprise for him. We had our scheduled date night and we met at our favorite restaurant. I was dressed modestly and we always took a corner booth. We both had a drink with our appetizer and as our main course showed up, I excused myself to the bathroom. His phone blinked on with a text. From the stall, I had pulled my pants down and snapped a pick of my backside. One hand on the camera, one hand spreading my ass, I showed him his favorite pair of crotchless strappy panties and just poking out above the thin fabric over my pussy was the shimmering gem of a metal plug. I'd never worn it out and today was a first.

As I came back out to the table, our food was ready and I sat down and without a word began eating. I struck up conversation with him and he tried his best to take part. I relished every moment of him fumbling words and whole sentences because he couldn't stop thinking about that metallic shaft in my asshole. I snickered as he adjusted himself as we stood after dinner.

As we walked through the dark parking lot and came up to the car, I wasn't expecting him to grab me and push me almost roughly against the car. "Andre!" I exclaimed both in surprise and delight as he pinned me to the car and pushed his hands down my pants. His crotch was against my leg, and just his hand found the rounded gem between my cheeks, I began to grind against him as he slowly toyed my anus. My pussy was dripping and the thin fabric of that panty couldn't contain it. He began to pull it further and the stretch was so intense as the shoulder of the plug began to emerge, I moaned loudly. He released it suddenly and to my surprise, the sudden release made my pussy gush. He felt the wetness against his leg and his raging hardon. He pulled on it again but this time covered my mouth with his other hand. Each time I moaned a little louder. No one was more surprised than I that the fourth time he did it, I came. I don't squirt often, but when I do it can be a lot and this time was no different. I could feel my juices running down my leg and soaking my pants. I took my pants off and he made me sit in the back so he didn't get distracted and get us in an accident on the way home.

Day Six had taken some coordination, but this was the last day and tomorrow he'd get to finally release. He called off work for good reason. He couldn't focus or do anything work related and to keep his mind off jerking off, he wound up working out three times. Well he'd probably have just worked out once, but mid-morning as he was watching TV, he got his first text. It was his high school girlfriend, Gaia (39F). Gaia and I had become fast friends and I had given Andre permission to fuck her, and specifically, her amazing gravity-defiant ass.

"Hey, Andre, I heard you're getting fixed!"

"Yeah, I am, we're done after this little one. A little weird that you know that, but I guess you and Sabrina talk about everything."

"We do. And, just in case you were wondering, she's told me all about what she's put you through this week. I really feel for you, but your suffering is for a good cause, right?"

"I guess so, I hope it works!"

"Well, in any case, I wanted to give you a little gift, Sabrina's idea."

What he got next was a picture of me and Gaia together. Shot from behind, we were both completed naked, standing, looking over our shoulders at the camera, hands on our asses, spread wide as can be. "Good luck tomorrow!" He called me immediately, more shocked than anything. But once it settled in what he was looking at, I could hear in his voice his strain. His location showed him at the gym for the second time that day.

Little did he know.

He was back from the gym and back to mindless house work and minor repairs. I had him get presentable and then sent him on an errand, telling him we had a date when we got back home. I could tell he had some trepidation, but now he knew it was going to be a tease. The question was exactly what.

What it was was a plated dinner at home. I had set a full scene. Candles lighting the dining room, the good plates, napkins and silverware. And with the garage on the other side of the house, when he came home, he could smell the sumptuous Italian spices. I knew his stomach was going to rumble. "Just leave the stuff at the door and come to the dining room," I called out across the house. He came to the dining room and I was seated there, wearing a pretty little black dress and small stud earrings he bought me for an anniversary that glistened in the candlelight. "Wow, honey, you look beautiful!" "Thanks!" I beamed.

"She really does!" came a third voice, surprising Andre. The lilting tone was Sam, one of my best girlfriends, walking in with the entree plates. Sam, who had a massive crush on Andre. Sam, whom I let Andre fuck when I was postpartum. Sam was wearing a pair of strappy heels and the same lacy bra and panties she wore on the day he cooked her dinner and fucked her brains out. "Oh, Sam," Andre wasn't sure whether to smile, blush, or hide, adding inquisitively to both of us, "um, what's going on?" Sam and I giggled. "She's just your eye-candy for the night," and I playfully smacked her ass

"I don't know what to say," Andre trailed off.

"Don't have to say anything, just have dinner with me and enjoy the view!" I answered confidently.

Dinner actually went surprisingly well. Sam was mostly in the kitchen made sure to lean her voluptuous tits into Andre's face while refilling the wine. She not so subtly stroked his lap through his pants while she did it. And I really enjoyed looking Andre in the eyes while it happened. As dinner concluded, Sam cleaned up for us and got dressed. I sent Andre to walk her out. Through the window I saw him give her a hug, "Thanks for dinner, Sam," Andre said, Sam returned the hug. His body stiffened as she whispered the promise I made her in exchange for dinner. "Sabrina says we don't need a condom the next time you come over."

Andre came back in red as the tomato sauce on the pasta we just ate. "God your evil, but amazing."

Day Seven was finally the day. We checked into the clinic and got escorted to the room. I gave Andre a show wearing the lingerie I bought and he did his best. He struggled to get it up at first, but some dirty talk and a bit of hip swaying did the trick. It was tough. Couldn't use lube, couldn't use my mouth, couldn't use my pussy, just a straight up dry, raw handjob. After a week of teasing, this would probably be the biggest load he'd ever have for me, and I wanted it so bad. In my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I got on my knees and looked up at him wantonly like he likes so much. I could see it in his eyes, he was willing to waste it just to paint my face with a week's worth of cum and god I wanted him to so badly.

And as his balls tightened, I smiled and held up the cup.