Oh Ronnie by senorlongo
Dive into "Oh, Ronnie" by senorlongo, an enticing erotic sex story that explores passion, desire, and the thrill of forbidden encounters. Join the journey of intimacy and exploration as characters navigate their deepest fantasies. Perfect for those seeking steamy escapism! Read more to uncover the allure!<br/>
Jerking off to porn can have serious consequences. , “OH, RONNIE” by SENORLONGO
This is a brief story that’s been bouncing around my brain for a while. If you’re looking for one sex scene after another you should look elsewhere. There’s not much sex in this story—just enough to make the story interesting. Of course, all participants in sexual activities are adults—above the age of 18. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. Longo
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“Oh Ronnie…Ronnie…come here, will you?” I knew she was just being polite. It was a joke she liked to play on me. “And, Ronnie…bring the ‘demonstrator.’ You know the one…your favorite.” She finished with a hearty laugh. Why not? The joke was on me and, worst of all, there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. I trudged into the bedroom, stooping to pick up the bag from her closet floor. Her closet! Who was I kidding? This was HER bedroom. Everything in it was HERS. Nothing in here was mine. MY stuff was jammed into the tiny closet and dresser in our smallest bedroom—the one we used for our home office. There was barely room for the desk, chair, and a file cabinet. That meant that I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor.
Gail’s friends were laughing wildly when I walked onto the back porch. Gail was regaling them on the incredible abilities of her latest lover, Jacob Green, M.D. He was taller than me at six feet three inches and heavier at 215 pounds. He was an athlete—basketball and track were how he paid his way through a Big Ten university until he received a scholarship to medical school. None of that mattered to my wife. All she wanted was his huge black cock.
I was anything but an alpha male physically. I was only five feet nine inches tall, slender—okay, skinny–with slightly hunched shoulders, weighing only 148 pounds naked, but 160 clothed. I know that seems like my clothes were heavy so maybe I should explain.
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I’d thought we had a good marriage. Dear God—how many times have you read that? I was doing extremely well with my own business as a certified public accountant while Gail, my wife of seven years worked as an elementary school teacher. We still made love at least three times a week and more if we rented porn on the weekend. Then I discovered online porn. It was free and it was available twenty-four hours a day.
I started to stay up later than Gail, watching porn for maybe half an hour at first. It wasn’t long before I found myself rubbing my hard cock and in less than two weeks, I found that I was jerking off at least twice a week. It was every night less than a month later. Our sex life dwindled to the weekends, but I never thought that Gail would catch on—not until she did.
It was a Wednesday in December around 11:30 when I was almost there, stroking wildly to “Barbara Broadcast,” a porn classic from the theater of the absurd. “Well,” I heard from the doorway. “This explains a lot.” Gail was leaning against the doorframe while her left hand played with her right nipple through her nightgown. My face had turned red and I tried to turn to cover my cock and hide my masturbation.
“Don’t stop on my account,” she said. “It would be a shame to waste all of that effort. Go ahead. I want to see you spurt. Come on…DO IT!!! She had practically screamed at me. I took my six-inch cock in my hand, tightening my grip, and stroked faster and faster, my lust fighting my embarrassment for dominance and winning in the end until my abdomen was covered in my spunk. I was about to wipe it off until Gail told me, “Leave it there!” For some reason I obeyed, even wiping my hand over my chest as Gail led me to bed. Back then I was still sleeping in our bed and our room.
Surprisingly, she didn’t say another word about it. I thought at first that the issue was dead. I had stopped staying up late in the hope that she would forget and eventually forgive me. Surprisingly, she never had sex with me again. I was rebuffed every time I asked until Gail finally just told me to go jerk off at the computer. “You might as well. You seem to enjoy that more than you enjoy me.” I felt bad, but she refused all of my advances. Then, about three months after her discovery, I found out why.
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I had gotten home late—tax season—and I was really beat. The lights were off downstairs and I trudged up to the second floor slowly. I noticed immediately that our bedroom was illuminated only by candles set on the night stands and the dressers. There, in the middle of our bed was my wife lying in a sexy pose and wearing a sheer red teddy. “Come here,” she whispered. “It’s time. I’m going to give you something you’ll remember for a very long time…maybe forever.” Then she laid back and spread her legs.
Her pussy was as bare as the day she was born and, even in this dim light I could see the droplets—the telltale signs of her arousal. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough.
I was kneeling between her legs when she held up a glass of wine. “Let’s have a toast, shall we? Let’s drink to our future.” I took the glass, touched it to Gail’s and drank. I finished the glass and handed it back to her. Then I felt it—the overwhelming fatigue. Gail just pushed me to my side of the bed and whispered, “I promised you an unforgettable night and that’s exactly what you’re going to get, but first….” My eyes were barely open when I saw the bathroom door open and a big black man walk to our bed. He was naked with his big cock erected as he sat and leaned forward to kiss my wife then everything faded to darkness until the following morning.
Gail was awake when I opened my eyes. “What the hell happened last night, Gail? I drank the wine and started to fall asleep. Just before I did, I dreamt that I saw a naked black man sit on our bed and kiss you.”
Gail laughed. “That was no dream. That was Jacob, my lover. I promised you a night you’d never forget and that’s exactly what I’ve given you. Now pay close attention. See this device. I call it a ‘demonstrator.’ Watch what happens when I push this bratwurst into it. Okay. See these three flaps? They lie flat on top of the bratwurst and everything is fine as long as the brat stays where it is.”
“What’s the point of this, Gail. I have to take a leak.”
“Just be patient. I’ll show you right now. Watch what happened to the bratwurst when I try to pull it out of the cylinder.” She pulled and as she did the sharp flaps caught on the brat’s upper surface slicing it into three pieces. It was grisly, but it was about to get much worse.
“I’m showing you this so you’ll understand that YOUR bratwurst is staying exactly where it is right now. It’s not coming out until I say it is.” She fingered a small shiny key on a chain around her neck that I hadn’t noticed before as she began to pull the blanket off my body. There on my cock and balls was a device obviously made of stainless steel that I recognized from my late-night online searches. It was a cock cage. It was a tight fit around my cock and I noticed the three sharp flaps that ensured my captivity flat against the upper surface of my penis immediately.