Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

He internally despaired, preparing to put on his boxer shorts again. His massive cock cockblocked his own relationship. Why was this happening to him!

“…You don’t need the dick transplant.” Xue Ning said, stopping his hand as she eyed the red, weeping cock. “Is it painful?”

“It’s not life-threatening,” Jingwei said, amused at her concern. “And you don’t have to touch it if you’re not ready. I can touch myself just fine!”

To prove his point, Jingwei eagerly stroked himself the way he preferred it, with long slow strokes from the bottom of his cock to the tip, using his own precum to lubricate himself further for a smoother stroke. With every stroke, JIngwei’s breath grew more laboured, and more precum gathered at the tip of his head.

He was going to come soon, by his own hand, fuelled by the knowledge that Xue Ning was standing right in front of him, naked, watching him masturbate as though she was hypnotised by the movement of his hands.

“Stop,” Xue Ning ordered, grabbing his hand. Jingwei stared at her, confused and slightly frustrated. She smiled at him and stretched her fingers out.

“Let me do it for you.”

“Are you sure?” Jingwei asked again, a smug look on his face. “It’s okay if you’re having second thoughts. My dick is very impressive.”

He said this in a matter-of-fact tone, as though he didn’t mean to brag, but he was just speaking the truth. Xue Ning rolled her eyes and retorted.

“How would I know if you’re telling the truth? I’ve never seen any man’s real cock before! Unless you’re implying I should go out and see other men and get them to strip for me so -“

“Definitely not,” Jingwei growled out. The thought of Xue Ning pursuing other unworthy men, using her lovely hands to pull down their pants just so she could examine their hard cocks nearly choked him with jealous possessiveness. “You’re only allowed to touch mine!”

Xue Ning internally smirked at his petulant possessiveness. Somehow, it was endearing especially because she knew, deep down, she’d probably never like any other man enough to even want to see them naked. Jingwei didn’t need to worry about her eyes straying.

“I shall be the judge of that, now let me touch it,” she said pompously, immediately laying a hand on his cock. It was warmer than she expected, and she felt it pulse in her hand.

She ran an exploring hand over the shaft, marvelling at the veins and skin, and another hand went to touch his balls.

Jingwei shuddered, barely restraining the urge to spill in her hand. Xue Ning’s gentle, exploring touches were teasing him to the brink of no return, causing tension to build up in his groin, just waiting to be released.

“Xue Ning…” He panted. “Stop teasing me…”

“But I’m not teasing you,” Xue Ning protested, finally looking up from his cock. She took in Jingwei’s flushed face and how he seemed to shiver at her touch, and how his poor cock seemed almost painfully hard with veins raised, his shaft nearly twitching from her fingertips.

She gave him a good long stroke, ending at the tip of his cock. His precum was hot on her hand.

“Ah, I guess I am, sorry,” Xue Ning said wonderingly, staring at her own dirty hand. Jingwei must have been feeling what she felt, when he refused to touch her clit and kept her on the edge of orgasm.

“After how you teased me, maybe I should keep continuing to do so,” she continued, and the horrified look Jingwei gave her almost made her laugh.

“Xue Ning!” Jingwei protested, groaning at her fingers idly petting the head of his cock, as though it was a pet dog. He was this close to rutting in her hand. “You’re a much better person than me, don’t torture me like this! I’ll die!”

“…Fine,” Xue Ning took pity on this poor man, who was staring at her with sad puppy eyes, even his massive cock seemed like it was weeping. It was time to put him out of his misery.

Besides, she really wanted to see the look on Jingwei’s face when he came. She began to do what Jingwei did before, rubbing the precum all over his shaft for a smoother glide, stroking him while he gasped and shuddered under her hands. The precum was barely enough, and Xue Ning suddenly remembered the bottle of lube she found in the bathroom.

“No wonder you need so much lube,” Xue Ning commented as she pumped his cock. It was so thick that so much lubricant was needed.

“Now you see…” Jingwei still had the mind to wink at her even as he rocked his hips, thrusting into her hand. His cock seemed to feel more tense. Was he coming soon?  “But I’m… hogging… all of it. You’re so wet…. You don’t need…. any…”

Xue Ning flushed. “Stop making fun of me or I won’t let you come.”

“I’m not! It’s – ah – a good thing – don’t bully me… I’m a pitiful man…” Jingwei said, nearly desperate enough to go on his knees if Xue Ning did decide to not let him come.

He knew, technically, there was nothing stopping him from giving himself an orgasm, but that’ll ruin the fun of it all! Having Xue Ning take him in hand was one of his fantasies come true, so he’s definitely not going to resign himself to his own lonely hand.

Maybe once they talked about it, Xue Ning might be willing to order him around, making him please her. If he asked real nicely, maybe he could even convince her to step on him.

“Come for me then,” Xue Ning said, increasing her pace, watching as he whined and bucked into her hand.  “Be a good boy and come for me.”

His desperation gave her a heady rush of power such that these shameless words easily slipped out of her lips. Any other time, and she would have rather stuffed her head down the toilet bowl!

Jingwei didn’t need any more encouragement – he came with a loud guttural groan that echoed through the bathroom, spilling his hot seed all over Xue Ning’s hand.