Being Cuckolded #27 Crunch Time

Bull sat back on the bed, sweaty and breathless, my wife's legs spread around him, full of his orgasm. "I needed that" my wife whispered, stroking his thighs. Bull laughed and glanced over at me, he said nothing, but I knew what he was thinking, or at least I thought I did.

"You ever get those balls empty boy?" I shook my head and shrugged. "Not intentionally no sir."

He nodded, then pointed to the bed. "Come up here and let your wife try". I did as I was told, feeling strangely surprised by his sudden concern for me. He'd been riding my wife twice a week for almost a year now, this was the first time he ever wanted me to cum.

I leaned over and kissed my wife softly, feeling the heat from her freshly fucked body as I touched her. "He can't cum" She was speaking to bull but still looking at me, her hand was gently playing with my cage.

"I could try" I said eagerly.
My wife kissed me, she pouted with pity. A mocking tease of a smile growing at the edges of her mouth. "You could, but I'm not sure I should let you"

Bull laughed "You're getting good at that".
She giggled enjoying her little moment of cruelty.
"Why don't you try squeezing it out of him" Bull suggested.
My wife glanced between the two of us. "Does that....does that work?".
I was about to say no when Bull quickly shouted over me "Can't hurt to try".

My wife suddenly sat up, folded her legs beneath her and shuffled toward me. It was the kind of enthusiasm which both excited and terrified me in equal measure. Taking hold of my balls she separated and cupped them in her hands. Bull was getting dressed now, he never stayed after he was finished. It was an unspoken agreement that after, he would leave us alone, he was taking his time though, watching us.

I could feel her nails scr****g over my scrotum, feeling my testicles within. She looked up at me grinning "How hard do I squeeze?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at her nervously...wondering how I quantified that.

Bull chipped in again. "Hard as you can, you'll never squeeze it out if you don't give it everything."

There was a brief moment of nervous laughter from me, as I heard him say that. I think my wife saw that as an "ok, go on" because she began rolling each testicle between her hands, squeezing them individually. Gently at first, then without warning, the pressure increased.

"Oh fuck" I jolted on the bed my hands reaching forward instinctively to stop her.
Bull shouted at me "Boy you let her work" he said, buckling his pants and nodding at me.

"They feel really spongy, I expected them to be hard...through lack of use." My wife was smiling at me curiously, rolling my balls in her fingers.
"I don't think they work like tha...ooh fuck nnggghn!" She squeezed again, grinning at my reaction, an evil twinkle in her eye.

Bull was sat on the bed having finished getting dressed. He kissed my wife's shoulder and whispered into her ear, I didn't hear what he said but she just smiled and kissed him back.

My arms instinctively jerked forward again, this time I caught bulls expression as he shook his head. I stopped myself, letting the throbbing ache pulse through my testicles.

"Good lad." he growled at me "See you Saturday", Bull said winking to her as as he left.

She giggled pinching my balls again, watching my reaction. "no leaking yet..." she frowned disappointedly.

"Maybe..." I gasped "Maybe you can't empty them like that".
She moved her head from side to side, mulling it over.
"I'll try doing it for longer"
"Oh..."

"NNNgggnnnn ffuuuck!" Without releasing pressure she kissed me, her fingers squeezing so hard the throbbing tingle began to make me laugh. Her thumbs rolling my balls back and forth, flattening them between her fingers. An agonizing dull ache that made me hurt but from nowhere in particular.

I gasped into her mouth as she moaned and kissed me again. I think it was turning her on. "You like it baby?" her tongue slipped into my mouth swirling around my own. My balls creating a confusing mix of pleasure and pain in equal measure.

"I'm...not... sure..nggnn" I grunted again as she released them. They continued to throb and tingle, my scrotum was deep pink from her nails digging in.

"Hmm not working" My wife looked a little frustrated.
"Told you they didn't work like that..."
"Maybe if we keep trying..."
"No it wo...ooh fuuuu"

After twenty minutes we discovered two things.

1. My balls can't be squeezed like juicing an orange.
2. My wife loves doing it anyway, it's now a monthly event.