Keeping my Husband Pussy Free and then becoming a Hotwife
Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2025 6:09 am
I Keep my husband Pussy-Free Because I Can
I’m 48 years old, and I’ve never felt more powerful, more desired and more in control of my life and of my marriage.
My body is everything a man dreams of touching, but so few ever earn the right.
My breasts are full and crowned with sensitive pink nipples that grow impossibly hard when I’m aroused.
My hips are wide, inviting and my butt is Curvy.
My husband is 55. His penis is less than three inches when fully erect. He cums far too quickly and even when he does it's a weak, pathetic dribble—barely a few drops of cum. In all the years we’ve been together, not once has he made me orgasm through penetrative sex.
The Power of my Pussy-Free Control
This is the third time I’ve kept my husband pussy-free—and each time, it’s lasted longer than the last.The previous denial lasted a full year.
This time it has been 24 months. Two whole years of complete denial. Two years of making him ache, beg, and worship me—without ever letting him enjoy the one thing he craves more than anything my beautiful pussy.
He’s not just pussy-free. He’s completely forbidden from receiving oral sex. That little worm he calls a cock doesn’t come near my lips or my mouth as it gives me no pleasure whatsoever.
Don’t get me wrong—I used to suck his cock. I use to a lot of sexy and fun things. But times have changed and now, it’s all about my pleasure, my rules and satisfying my body.
He’s never been more attentive, never more devoted and never more obsessed with me. He follows my every move like I’m a goddess on Earth—his eyes clinging to my naked body and every word I whisper about my lovers. Especially when I share stories about being with younger, stronger and well-hung men.
When I first told him he’d be pussy-free, he thought it was a joke.
Now It is the air he breathes. His new reality and he wants me more with every passing day.
He worships my body and wants it so bad, however, he knows the rules. He’s ONLY allowed to worship me with his mouth and tongue and he does—with the hunger and desperation of a man who’s been denied for two long years.
But his hands? NOOOOO. They are never allowed to touch my naked breasts or any part of my body while I am naked. He may touch my breasts only when I’m clothed—in a bra, a top, anything that keeps my bare skin away from those useless hands. My naked breasts, my ass, and my pussy—those are for his eyes and his tongue alone. I remind him that it’s a privilege to see my body and an honor to taste it.
And when I’m fully satisfied after him providing me a wonderful orgasm… I have to decide on what I am in the mood to do with his small penis.
There are times when I slip on my long black satin gloves. This Smooth satin that glides like silk over his worm reminds him that my hands—my bare hands—are too valuable to even touch him. As touching him feels like charity. The gloves are elegant and cruel.
Then I’ll slip into a sheer top and panties—just enough to tease him with glimpses of the body he’ll never have again. I begin to glide my gloved fingers along his tiny, stiff little penis. While I do, I will often scroll through my phone—admiring photos of big, thick cocks belonging to the kind of men I deserve.
Now please put this in perspective and think about this number....Three inches. That’s all he has. That’s all he’ll ever have and this all he deserves to feel. In addition, he’s never made me cum from penetration. Not once. Not even close and that’s exactly why he’s pussy-free. Wouldn't you agree with me?
As I continue to glide my gloved fingers up and down his hard, trembling little worm he moans, desperate for more. But I purposely keep my touch feather-light—just enough to torment him but not enough for him to enjoy pleasure. I whisper how utterly useless his cock is and how he’ll never feel my pussy again and how he’s completely pussy-free.
Sometimes it’s one gloved finger and sometimes three. Up and down… slowly, deliberately… teasing him and bringing him right to the edge—until I whisper, “No.” Then I pull away, leaving him panting, begging for more. Then I repeat until he is begging for a release.
I’ve ruined more orgasms than he can count. He does often get to cum. But there are times I would prefer to ruin them so that clear liquid leaks out of the top of his penis, like it is crying and then I stop and say to myself, Why should he cum? His orgasm is my choice—my power.
And when he does cum, it’s never ever on me ad his pathetic little release of cum only touches himself. Never on any part of my body. Funny thing, If his cum is on my gloves? I wipe it right onto his face.
Then my second choice of cruelty is when I Don’t Even Touch Him.
When I’m not in the mood to even use my fingers, I tie his wrists to his upper calves and bring out the electric vibrator as It lets me control everything without having to feel his little worm in my hand. There are few reasons why I enjoy this:
As I am gliding the vibrator up and down his shaft and the head of his tiny penis, he grows to appreciate my fingers more. Then at times I can force an orgasm on him I keep the vibrator pressed against the head of his cock for minutes afterward, inflicting pain.
Since his hands are tied, so he can’t stop me and he certainly can’t touch my breasts and he can’t escape.....YUM
My favorite new discovery is a hands-free penis vibrator that I control with my phone.
While his hands are bound, I can go about my day—watching TV, making a snack, even chatting on the phone. I like this as I can remotely slowly turn the intensity up… and up… until he’s screaming or I turn it way down making him beg for more pleasure but he can’t because when I use that toy, I make sure I stuff my panties in his mouth and bind him tightly. This truly is the most fun I’ve ever had because my pleasure is everything. Part of my pleasure is tormenting him by depriving him sexually.
My husband used to think marriage meant access and now he knows better as he now he knows it means ownership. And I own every part of him.
And If He Ever Gets Inside Me Again? Well It will be with two Magnum condoms. Not for size—obviously and not for safety. But so that he feels nothing, just memories of what he used to have. A sexual punishment dressed up as a privilege.
So yes, for the last 24 months, he’s been more than just pussy-free. No sex. No oral. No touching my breasts. He’s completely denied and there’s no end in sight as I told him that he was on the 36 month pussy free plan and that could change for any reason. And the most delicious part, he wants me now more than ever. He craves me obsessively when he sees me wearing something tight or when my nipples press through a sheer bra.
I send him to the moon when I send him a little text that says: “Just a reminder: you’re sooooo pussy-free. Your sexy wife's pussy is still off-limits.”
He actually gets so hard just hearing these words from me.
Taking the Next Step as a Hot wife which is Satisfying My Pleasure.....
There are quite a few websites out there for hooking up, and after reading dozens of reviews, I decided to try Tinder.
I told my husband I was going to post an ad. He didn’t protest as he knows better. A couple of days later, I opened a new account using his credit card so that it could never be traced back to me and I carefully adjusted the town I live in to stay anonymous as well as increasing my age up to 51 as I didn't want to be recognized by someone that we may know in town
My ad was pretty simple but direct as it was honest since I didn't want to receive responses from just any Tom, Dick or Harry.
“Sexy 51-year-old married Hot Wife seeking a younger, well-endowed man in his late 30s or early 40s who knows how to completely satisfy a woman. Must be drama free as well as D&DF. Must be well-endowed—greater than 7 inches, long-lasting, and in excellent shape—no exceptions. Not looking for a relationship since I am married with a husband that is consensual with my sexual needs and desires. Send face and cock pictures, your age, and the town you live in. If this info is not provided nor will a response.”
I seriously didn’t expect much in responses and I also contemplated that I might delete the ad by the end of the week if nothing happened.
However I was quite surprised as my inbox exploded as I received more than 50 messages within a couple of days. There were so many cock pics with bold introductions and promises of intense sexual pleasure. And the size on some of these men…OMG just incredible
It felt like I’d walked into a candy store—every delicious flavor of raw, dominant masculinity right at my fingertips. Thick, veiny cocks. Tatted abs.
Many of these men were begging to take me out—and take me down sexually.
And suddenly… I knew that this wasn’t just about curiosity. It was truly about my transformation into a Hot Wife. One guy that I really wanted to meet was Ethan. (This wasn't his real name) He was 39, 6’1” with a long and thick cock. He was clean cut with a couple of tattoos. His cock was gorgeous!
Ethan told me he liked to take his time with me and that his idea of foreplay wasn’t something he rushed. He said, “I want to leave your legs shaking uncontrollably and your voice hoarse.”
I told my husband and he was supportive of my new friend. We were to meet up on a Friday. That afternoon, I dressed carefully wearing a black lace thong that barely held my curves and a sheer, lacy black bra that left nothing to the imagination. Low-cut jeans and high heels and a low cut blouse that skimmed over my breasts like a tease knowing that he would stare.
By the time I reached the hotel—one town over—I was already soaked. I was very nervous yet excited. When we met, he didn’t waste time. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to feel your pussy wrapped around me.” And OMG… I wanted it too.
He undressed me slowly. Like I was meant to be savored and he left me in nothing but my bra, panties, and high heels. He bent me over the bed, his palm landing on my ass in a sharp, claiming smack—not to hurt, but to possess. Then came the whisper: “Take it off.” Your bra and panties only.
He knelt behind me, spreading me open with his strong hands. And then his mouth and tongue were devouring my soaking wet pussy. Then he pulled me to my knees. “Take my cock in your mouth,” he said. His swollen cock filled my mouth. I licked the head slowly, savoring the weight and the taste. Sucked it deep, enjoying the heat and the pulse against my tongue.
It was everything I had dreamed of. Everything my pussy-free husband could never give me. Ethan’s tongue returned to licking my pussy. He kissed, sucked, and gently bit the inside of my thighs—leaving marks. Marks I knew my husband would see later. He sucked my nipples hard.
And when I came…Oh God, I came hard my body was trembling and my thighs clenched around his head as my voice gasped his name over and over again. Then he stood up. Put on a condom and with one look—one deep, hungry stare—he pushed inside my wet, desperate pussy. I swear my eyes rolled back. He filled me in a way I’d never felt before. Made me gasp from the sheer size and how wonderful it felt. He was everything my body had been begging for.
His hands gripped my waist and pulled me back against him with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping, the wetness, my moans, his low growls was raw and so so hot. Then he lifted my legs—both of them—threw them over his shoulders, and slammed into me. I felt a little embarrassed as my breasts were bouncing up and down. And then I came again, harder than before, totally dripping wet and shaking uncontrollably.
But he didn’t stop. He kept going and I tried to pull away due to my orgasm but he held me tight so I couldn't escape. His Cock was pulsing deep inside the condom and he pulled out, ripped it off and came all over me. His thick, hot cum sprayed from his cock like a fire hose. It coated my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my pussy. More cum then I have ever seen in my life. My married pussy had finally been fucked and it was better than I could have ever dreamed.
Later, I stood in front of the mirror. My hair was wild and my inner thighs and breasts had the unmistakable bite marks from Ethan. My body was covered with Ethan's thick, sticky cum. I didn’t clean up as I didn’t want to. I wanted to go home to my pussy-free husband, covered in the evidence of what he could never give me. I wanted him to see see the cum and the marks showing how Ethan ravished me.
When I walked in, my husband was waiting up in bed I slid into bed beside him totally naked. I leaned in close and whispered, “I’ve been properly fucked and you’re still pussy-free. Now lick my well-fucked pussy so you know can savor the scent, the flavor, the ownership of another man taking ownership of your married wife.
My pussy free husband gets the leftovers. The lingering taste of men he could never compete with. He’s not locked up as he doesn’t need to be. There’s no going back. Because once a man learns he’s not enough… And once a woman learns what she truly needs…the ir relationship only gets better!
And then… after my husband licked for a third orgasm, I slipped on my long black gloves stroked him with three fingers, provided him with a ruined orgasm. I was then at that point totally satisfied with a knowing smirk.
This is my life now. I take what I want and he begs for what he’ll never have again. We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night. Both of us fulfilled and both of us lost in our fantasies.
And both of us already craving the next adventure. My husband continues to still be Pussy-Free… Still Begging, because this is what control looks like and this is what real marriage feels like. I continue to deny him every day and all I have to do Is say “no.” And watch how his cock gets hard and that is his enjoyment!
I hope that you enjoyed our story, My husband still has 12 more months of being pussy free. Should I continue to keep my husband pussy free for that long, or should I allow him to have penetrative sex with me again earlier than 12 months??? Your input would be greatly appreciated!
I’m 48 years old, and I’ve never felt more powerful, more desired and more in control of my life and of my marriage.
My body is everything a man dreams of touching, but so few ever earn the right.
My breasts are full and crowned with sensitive pink nipples that grow impossibly hard when I’m aroused.
My hips are wide, inviting and my butt is Curvy.
My husband is 55. His penis is less than three inches when fully erect. He cums far too quickly and even when he does it's a weak, pathetic dribble—barely a few drops of cum. In all the years we’ve been together, not once has he made me orgasm through penetrative sex.
The Power of my Pussy-Free Control
This is the third time I’ve kept my husband pussy-free—and each time, it’s lasted longer than the last.The previous denial lasted a full year.
This time it has been 24 months. Two whole years of complete denial. Two years of making him ache, beg, and worship me—without ever letting him enjoy the one thing he craves more than anything my beautiful pussy.
He’s not just pussy-free. He’s completely forbidden from receiving oral sex. That little worm he calls a cock doesn’t come near my lips or my mouth as it gives me no pleasure whatsoever.
Don’t get me wrong—I used to suck his cock. I use to a lot of sexy and fun things. But times have changed and now, it’s all about my pleasure, my rules and satisfying my body.
He’s never been more attentive, never more devoted and never more obsessed with me. He follows my every move like I’m a goddess on Earth—his eyes clinging to my naked body and every word I whisper about my lovers. Especially when I share stories about being with younger, stronger and well-hung men.
When I first told him he’d be pussy-free, he thought it was a joke.
Now It is the air he breathes. His new reality and he wants me more with every passing day.
He worships my body and wants it so bad, however, he knows the rules. He’s ONLY allowed to worship me with his mouth and tongue and he does—with the hunger and desperation of a man who’s been denied for two long years.
But his hands? NOOOOO. They are never allowed to touch my naked breasts or any part of my body while I am naked. He may touch my breasts only when I’m clothed—in a bra, a top, anything that keeps my bare skin away from those useless hands. My naked breasts, my ass, and my pussy—those are for his eyes and his tongue alone. I remind him that it’s a privilege to see my body and an honor to taste it.
And when I’m fully satisfied after him providing me a wonderful orgasm… I have to decide on what I am in the mood to do with his small penis.
There are times when I slip on my long black satin gloves. This Smooth satin that glides like silk over his worm reminds him that my hands—my bare hands—are too valuable to even touch him. As touching him feels like charity. The gloves are elegant and cruel.
Then I’ll slip into a sheer top and panties—just enough to tease him with glimpses of the body he’ll never have again. I begin to glide my gloved fingers along his tiny, stiff little penis. While I do, I will often scroll through my phone—admiring photos of big, thick cocks belonging to the kind of men I deserve.
Now please put this in perspective and think about this number....Three inches. That’s all he has. That’s all he’ll ever have and this all he deserves to feel. In addition, he’s never made me cum from penetration. Not once. Not even close and that’s exactly why he’s pussy-free. Wouldn't you agree with me?
As I continue to glide my gloved fingers up and down his hard, trembling little worm he moans, desperate for more. But I purposely keep my touch feather-light—just enough to torment him but not enough for him to enjoy pleasure. I whisper how utterly useless his cock is and how he’ll never feel my pussy again and how he’s completely pussy-free.
Sometimes it’s one gloved finger and sometimes three. Up and down… slowly, deliberately… teasing him and bringing him right to the edge—until I whisper, “No.” Then I pull away, leaving him panting, begging for more. Then I repeat until he is begging for a release.
I’ve ruined more orgasms than he can count. He does often get to cum. But there are times I would prefer to ruin them so that clear liquid leaks out of the top of his penis, like it is crying and then I stop and say to myself, Why should he cum? His orgasm is my choice—my power.
And when he does cum, it’s never ever on me ad his pathetic little release of cum only touches himself. Never on any part of my body. Funny thing, If his cum is on my gloves? I wipe it right onto his face.
Then my second choice of cruelty is when I Don’t Even Touch Him.
When I’m not in the mood to even use my fingers, I tie his wrists to his upper calves and bring out the electric vibrator as It lets me control everything without having to feel his little worm in my hand. There are few reasons why I enjoy this:
As I am gliding the vibrator up and down his shaft and the head of his tiny penis, he grows to appreciate my fingers more. Then at times I can force an orgasm on him I keep the vibrator pressed against the head of his cock for minutes afterward, inflicting pain.
Since his hands are tied, so he can’t stop me and he certainly can’t touch my breasts and he can’t escape.....YUM
My favorite new discovery is a hands-free penis vibrator that I control with my phone.
While his hands are bound, I can go about my day—watching TV, making a snack, even chatting on the phone. I like this as I can remotely slowly turn the intensity up… and up… until he’s screaming or I turn it way down making him beg for more pleasure but he can’t because when I use that toy, I make sure I stuff my panties in his mouth and bind him tightly. This truly is the most fun I’ve ever had because my pleasure is everything. Part of my pleasure is tormenting him by depriving him sexually.
My husband used to think marriage meant access and now he knows better as he now he knows it means ownership. And I own every part of him.
And If He Ever Gets Inside Me Again? Well It will be with two Magnum condoms. Not for size—obviously and not for safety. But so that he feels nothing, just memories of what he used to have. A sexual punishment dressed up as a privilege.
So yes, for the last 24 months, he’s been more than just pussy-free. No sex. No oral. No touching my breasts. He’s completely denied and there’s no end in sight as I told him that he was on the 36 month pussy free plan and that could change for any reason. And the most delicious part, he wants me now more than ever. He craves me obsessively when he sees me wearing something tight or when my nipples press through a sheer bra.
I send him to the moon when I send him a little text that says: “Just a reminder: you’re sooooo pussy-free. Your sexy wife's pussy is still off-limits.”
He actually gets so hard just hearing these words from me.
Taking the Next Step as a Hot wife which is Satisfying My Pleasure.....
There are quite a few websites out there for hooking up, and after reading dozens of reviews, I decided to try Tinder.
I told my husband I was going to post an ad. He didn’t protest as he knows better. A couple of days later, I opened a new account using his credit card so that it could never be traced back to me and I carefully adjusted the town I live in to stay anonymous as well as increasing my age up to 51 as I didn't want to be recognized by someone that we may know in town
My ad was pretty simple but direct as it was honest since I didn't want to receive responses from just any Tom, Dick or Harry.
“Sexy 51-year-old married Hot Wife seeking a younger, well-endowed man in his late 30s or early 40s who knows how to completely satisfy a woman. Must be drama free as well as D&DF. Must be well-endowed—greater than 7 inches, long-lasting, and in excellent shape—no exceptions. Not looking for a relationship since I am married with a husband that is consensual with my sexual needs and desires. Send face and cock pictures, your age, and the town you live in. If this info is not provided nor will a response.”
I seriously didn’t expect much in responses and I also contemplated that I might delete the ad by the end of the week if nothing happened.
However I was quite surprised as my inbox exploded as I received more than 50 messages within a couple of days. There were so many cock pics with bold introductions and promises of intense sexual pleasure. And the size on some of these men…OMG just incredible
It felt like I’d walked into a candy store—every delicious flavor of raw, dominant masculinity right at my fingertips. Thick, veiny cocks. Tatted abs.
Many of these men were begging to take me out—and take me down sexually.
And suddenly… I knew that this wasn’t just about curiosity. It was truly about my transformation into a Hot Wife. One guy that I really wanted to meet was Ethan. (This wasn't his real name) He was 39, 6’1” with a long and thick cock. He was clean cut with a couple of tattoos. His cock was gorgeous!
Ethan told me he liked to take his time with me and that his idea of foreplay wasn’t something he rushed. He said, “I want to leave your legs shaking uncontrollably and your voice hoarse.”
I told my husband and he was supportive of my new friend. We were to meet up on a Friday. That afternoon, I dressed carefully wearing a black lace thong that barely held my curves and a sheer, lacy black bra that left nothing to the imagination. Low-cut jeans and high heels and a low cut blouse that skimmed over my breasts like a tease knowing that he would stare.
By the time I reached the hotel—one town over—I was already soaked. I was very nervous yet excited. When we met, he didn’t waste time. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to feel your pussy wrapped around me.” And OMG… I wanted it too.
He undressed me slowly. Like I was meant to be savored and he left me in nothing but my bra, panties, and high heels. He bent me over the bed, his palm landing on my ass in a sharp, claiming smack—not to hurt, but to possess. Then came the whisper: “Take it off.” Your bra and panties only.
He knelt behind me, spreading me open with his strong hands. And then his mouth and tongue were devouring my soaking wet pussy. Then he pulled me to my knees. “Take my cock in your mouth,” he said. His swollen cock filled my mouth. I licked the head slowly, savoring the weight and the taste. Sucked it deep, enjoying the heat and the pulse against my tongue.
It was everything I had dreamed of. Everything my pussy-free husband could never give me. Ethan’s tongue returned to licking my pussy. He kissed, sucked, and gently bit the inside of my thighs—leaving marks. Marks I knew my husband would see later. He sucked my nipples hard.
And when I came…Oh God, I came hard my body was trembling and my thighs clenched around his head as my voice gasped his name over and over again. Then he stood up. Put on a condom and with one look—one deep, hungry stare—he pushed inside my wet, desperate pussy. I swear my eyes rolled back. He filled me in a way I’d never felt before. Made me gasp from the sheer size and how wonderful it felt. He was everything my body had been begging for.
His hands gripped my waist and pulled me back against him with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping, the wetness, my moans, his low growls was raw and so so hot. Then he lifted my legs—both of them—threw them over his shoulders, and slammed into me. I felt a little embarrassed as my breasts were bouncing up and down. And then I came again, harder than before, totally dripping wet and shaking uncontrollably.
But he didn’t stop. He kept going and I tried to pull away due to my orgasm but he held me tight so I couldn't escape. His Cock was pulsing deep inside the condom and he pulled out, ripped it off and came all over me. His thick, hot cum sprayed from his cock like a fire hose. It coated my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my pussy. More cum then I have ever seen in my life. My married pussy had finally been fucked and it was better than I could have ever dreamed.
Later, I stood in front of the mirror. My hair was wild and my inner thighs and breasts had the unmistakable bite marks from Ethan. My body was covered with Ethan's thick, sticky cum. I didn’t clean up as I didn’t want to. I wanted to go home to my pussy-free husband, covered in the evidence of what he could never give me. I wanted him to see see the cum and the marks showing how Ethan ravished me.
When I walked in, my husband was waiting up in bed I slid into bed beside him totally naked. I leaned in close and whispered, “I’ve been properly fucked and you’re still pussy-free. Now lick my well-fucked pussy so you know can savor the scent, the flavor, the ownership of another man taking ownership of your married wife.
My pussy free husband gets the leftovers. The lingering taste of men he could never compete with. He’s not locked up as he doesn’t need to be. There’s no going back. Because once a man learns he’s not enough… And once a woman learns what she truly needs…the ir relationship only gets better!
And then… after my husband licked for a third orgasm, I slipped on my long black gloves stroked him with three fingers, provided him with a ruined orgasm. I was then at that point totally satisfied with a knowing smirk.
This is my life now. I take what I want and he begs for what he’ll never have again. We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night. Both of us fulfilled and both of us lost in our fantasies.
And both of us already craving the next adventure. My husband continues to still be Pussy-Free… Still Begging, because this is what control looks like and this is what real marriage feels like. I continue to deny him every day and all I have to do Is say “no.” And watch how his cock gets hard and that is his enjoyment!
I hope that you enjoyed our story, My husband still has 12 more months of being pussy free. Should I continue to keep my husband pussy free for that long, or should I allow him to have penetrative sex with me again earlier than 12 months??? Your input would be greatly appreciated!
