? The Three-Hour Challenge (L)

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Inspired by Climaxx’s recent Cum-a-thon story, I thought I’d post about a similar “game” my wife and I played a few months ago. We are both pretty competitive and enjoy concocting fun little competitions to keep things interesting.

I have no idea how or why the idea came into my head, but I decided it would be a fun challenge to see if we could have sex for three hours straight without orgasming. I knew keeping orgasm at bay until the three-hour mark while in the act would prove difficult—that’s what made it appealing to me. Typically, intercourse for us lasts anywhere from 15-25 minutes, with Lauren orgasming 1-2 times and me capping it off with my own. Sometimes, right as I enter her vagina, I almost cum right then and there, but I have developed tricks over the years to extend my staying power.

I sprang the idea of three hours straight of intercourse, with no orgasms until the end, to Lauren on a Friday night as we were preparing to “go to bed.” In other words, we were already naked in bed, and the heavy foreplay indicated this would be more than just the usual Friday quickie.

Lauren seemed perplexed as to why I wanted to try this rather arbitrary timed challenge. I had no good answer other than it seemed like a great idea. Furthermore, she stated she could not go three hours without orgasming, and if she did try, that her pussy might dry out, and then the sex would be painful unless we used lube. I agreed. She could orgasm as she pleased, and it would be me who’d attempt to last three hours. She laughed and told me I’d never make it but to go ahead and try—with the disclaimer that we’d need to stop if she started hurting down there.

“So you’re up for this?” I confirmed.

“Yeah! Go for it,” she answered in a girlishly playful way, getting into doggy-style position (our go-to).

I set my iPhone countdown timer to three hours and slid my cock into her twat, knowing this would be an uphill battle. She was very wet and immediately began masturbating her clit.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked her, already feeling my pleasure sensors light up.

“Hey, this is your challenge, baby, not mine,” she replied.

I thought about all kinds of distracting things to keep orgasm at bay, trying to ignore the fact that my wife’s absolutely stellar pussy was soaking wet, warm, and oh so inviting. Despite slow and, at times, shallow intercourse with long pauses to collect myself, about ten minutes after I entered her, she came. Great. And when she came, she acted even more animated than usual, saying some very graphic things to bait me into climaxing, like, “Shoot your cum into my pussy, baby.”

“I refuse to give in, you little bitch,” I said to her. She giggled.

Incredibly, I made it past a half-hour. She hadn’t cum again, and I was finding ways to avoid ejaculating. But then, at about 45 minutes, I knew I was in trouble. Another wave of wetness; she began to cum again. As before, she got animated again, begging for an injection of my semen, pleading for me to spank her, telling me my cock felt splendid. Again, I called her a bitch, and again, she laughed.

I slowed the pace and thought about things that would distract me from the extreme pleasure of this moment (such as a car crash). But it was no use. Despite slow, shallow intercourse, I’d crossed the threshold. The pleasure felt overwhelming, probably because I’d delayed it for 56 minutes, and then I pumped what felt like cups and cups of hot, gooey semen deep into her pussy. She loved it, giving me one of her sexy, “Oh yeah!” whimpers as I unloaded into her pussy.

“You didn’t make it,” she teased.

I was still inside her and softening. My cock felt very sensitive.

“Let’s stick with this,” I offered.

“But you came,” she teased.

“Let’s keep going,” I countered.

After ten minutes of uneventful intercourse, my cock returned to maximum hardness. Feeling my full length, she reached back and began masturbating her clit, lighting up my pleasure sensors like before. But Lauren’s legs and hips were starting to get sore, so we moved into missionary. My cum was seeping out of her vagina when I re-entered her.

Missionary is always a fun position for us because we enjoy many variations of it. I felt the smoothness of her bare pussy and knew making it to three hours without cumming again would be next to impossible. The one thing I had in my favor for staying power is that Lauren usually doesn’t orgasm in that position. What did not help, though, were the look on her face, the fingernails in my back, the things she was saying to me. “Fuck my pussy.” “Your cock is so big.” “I wanna swallow your cum.” etc. She was deliberately trying to get me to cum again.

And it worked. I glanced over at the timer, and it read one hour and 41 minutes to go when I unleashed what felt like a tidal wave of sperm in her box. She breathed deeply and kissed my cheek, telling me she loved me. I called her “teasing slut,”  and she laughed out loud.

I got on my back, and Lauren mounted me in reverse cowgirl position. Cum seeped out of her womanly hole all over my legs as she got on for her ride. I didn’t care. Working me over hard and deep, she leaned forward enough to give me one of the greatest views in the world—her ass. I cupped her ass cheeks and anally stroked her with my thumbs. When she’s riding me, I can typically last at least 20 minutes. Just as I felt optimistic about my chances, she again orgasmed, her third of the night.

Incredibly, I managed to avoid ejaculating again as she got through her orgasm. Lauren rotated to face me, again spilling more seed on me, and started riding me in a “forward” cowgirl position, and I cupped her breasts. Her large, pink nipples looked delicious. I checked the countdown—an hour and 10 minutes to go. Not bad. But this felt quite good, and again, I felt some early signs of ejaculation. Looking into her eyes, I noticed that she seemed to be in a deep state of pleasure. I was amazed she was still wet.

And not just her pussy was wet. She was sweating, as was I. (Thank goodness we had our sex blanket in place). Beads of her perspiration dropped on my chest. She leaned forward, and I sucked on her nipples, tasting her salty sweat as I exploded inside her. I was sure I barely had any seed to empty this time around—but, oh, did it feel good. The timer read 55 minutes to go when I came for a third time. It was now 11:30 at night, and we’d both hit the trifecta after two hours and five minutes of nonstop intercourse. The original rules of the game were now out the window.

Lauren had to pee and got off of me, sitting on the blanket with her long legs spread and her pussy in full view. (Yes, I paused the countdown clock.) Cum seeped out of her onto the blanket. Sitting there, very sweaty, she let her vagina drain a bit because she didn’t want to drip any sperm onto the carpet as she walked to the bathroom. I had never seen this side of my wife: my cum oozing out of her, her body so sweaty from sex, her looking actually kind of slutty. I got her a washcloth from the bathroom, and then she peed and jumped back on the bed.

“Shall we finish this?” she asked rhetorically, getting back into doggy style position.

“Finish what? I came. I didn’t make it,” I teased.

“Just have fun,” she reassured me.

I had a hard time sliding inside her as I was still a little soft, but I successfully managed reentry. She was either still very wet, or the cum I’d shot in her for the last two hours was seeping out. Whatever the case, she was soaked, and I was surprised how good this felt. She dropped to her elbows, reached back, and began masturbating her clit some more.

“Spank me, baby,” she begged.

I slapped her ass cheeks, cupping them with my hands, then spanking her again and again. She squealed with pleasure. Her sexual endurance impressed me. Now at maximum hardness, I thrust in and out of her, feeling surprisingly refreshed. The count-down timer read, as I recall, about 50 minutes to go. I felt I could make it to three hours.

At Lauren’s request, I kept spanking her and cupped her ass cheeks when I wasn’t slapping them. I felt no orgasm approaching, but my pleasure sensors lit up once more. She started to cum again—her fourth of the night. The clock read about 29 minutes to go. We were now both really sweating, and I needed something to drink. As I debated pausing to grab a glass of water, incredibly, she came for the fifth time. Her pussy felt sopping wet. The count-down timer read 20 minutes to go. After her latest “surprise” orgasm, I felt pretty turned on and close to ejaculating.

“Are you gonna cum?” she asked, both of us feeling pretty out of it.

“I think so,” I answered.

Silence for a minute or two.

“Can you make it to three hours?” she queried.

“I’ll try, but I’m not sure.”

“Do you wanna try a different position?” she asked.

“No.”

“In my mouth?”

“Really?” I asked back.

“Yeah.”

“OK.” I figured she had her reasons.

She quickly got on her back. I was still on my knees as she began sucking me off, our eyes locked. I felt the rush. The iPhone read 13 minutes to go when I erupted in her mouth. My fourth of the night. Again, it felt amazing, but there couldn’t have been much fluid coming out of me.

“Did anything come out of me?” I asked.

She opened her mouth, and I saw some white fluid pooled on her tongue. She then swallowed and milked me in her mouth.

We collapsed onto the sex blanket, quickly realizing it had cold cum and sweat all over it. We kissed. I could taste the cum I’d just shot in her mouth.

We had failed miserably to hit our goal. I’d cum four times, and she’d orgasmed five times when we pulled the plug at 13 minutes to go. We were both sweaty messes.

“Spread your legs. I gotta see this,” I asked.

I expected her to deny me this opportunity, but Lauren opened her legs wide. I spread her labia a bit, marveling as my hot, white goo oozed out of her. It oozed, and then flowed out, and then oozed, and then flowed… It was spectacular to watch, and I described it to her.

It turns out that Lauren really enjoyed the experience. I think she enjoyed it as much as, if not more than, I did.

As per usual, we showered, this time taking longer as she allowed her pussy to drain.

The sex blanket saved the day. It was cum-covered and, quite honestly, nasty—but nothing a wash couldn’t fix.