My Wife, My Seed Harvester

By Jean Zee

Like most couples, Ron and Kathy's married life had started out with very little money, so sex had been one of their main recreational activities. But, after fifteen years of marriage, things were boring. Kathy decides to take matters into her own hands and forces Ron to sign an agreement that gives her total control of his precious seed. It must not be wasted and it must be harvested only by her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Rising Publishing
• Release date: Jul 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370455423

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My Wife the Seed Harvester

Male Chastity

Jean Zee

Copyright© 2015 Jean Zee. All rights reserved

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Chapter One

My sad story begins on a gloomy Saturday morning one winter. My wife had gone out to the hairdresser, leaving me with a few hours to myself. Kathy and I had been married fifteen years in June and happily married at that.

Like most couples, our married life had started out with very little money, so sex had been one of our main recreational activities. We had become creative, dabbling in a variety of diversions and perversions from one end of the sexual continuum to the other.

As our fortunes increased, other interests and opportunities caused us to place less emphasis on sex, and more on the more mundane things such as work. We are both successful in our fields and make more than enough between the two of us to support us in a comfortable lifestyle. We had decided early in our marriage not to have children, so we didn’t have the obligation of child rearing to deal with.

Since Kathy had become very involved in her work, which could be rather stressful, she hadn’t felt the urgency of regular sexual release. She had taken to going sometimes several weeks between desiring sexual pleasure. I, on the other hand, had a strong sexual desire, and I had taken to providing my own sexual relief.

I was sure she was aware that I did this, but it was something we had never discussed. I had no desire to go out into the world and look for another partner. That sounded much too complicated. Mother Palmer and her five daughters would do nicely for me, thank you.

There had been some times where I had relieved myself, and then my wife hunted me up later that day with desires of her own. I must admit, getting a little older and rounder around the belly, it took a while to get the motor running after frigging myself earlier in the day. My wife was kind, but I could tell that she was a little disappointed.

Kathy had told me that today she was going to get her haircut, colored and have her nails done, so that would take her at least three hours. I nodded as if disinterested, but inside I was musing as to what I could do with three hours of uninterrupted time.

As soon as she had left the apartment, I had my library of Variations magazines pulled out and spread out on the bed, pulled an old blue towel out of the dirty clothes, and got the tube of KY Jelly from the bathroom.

With no need to hurry, I lubed up my rapidly firming cock and read while I stroked him slowly. I had been doing a rather slow work up, and had read a couple of stories and I started to sense