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But I LOVE Her...
The phone rang and the muscles of my back tensed. I got up from wiping
the baseboards in our livingroom and hurried to answer it before the
third ring. I was certain it was my wife and didn't want to upset her by
taking too long. I picked up and made sure to speak softly.
"Hello?"
"I'm leaving the mall now. I want you ready to help me with my packages
when I get there. Be right inside the front door wearing nothing at all
-- except your chastity, of course, not that you have any choice about
that." She giggled prettily and my heart melted. "See you in around
twenty minutes."
I gently recradled the phone. Then I put away my cleaning items, got out
of the brief jockey shorts I'd been wearing, washed my hands and feet in
case they'd gotten dirty, and checked the time. I still had a few
minutes but didn't want to risk having her arrive sooner than expected,
so I stationed myself at the door with my hand on the knob and peered
out the fanlight. Sure enough, her car rolled down the street and turned
into our driveway. I wished I could see her sliding off the front seat,
flashing her legs and maybe even giving a glimpse of her panties. I
remained where I was, obediently waiting. Moments later I saw her
approaching and turned the knob. Timing the action carefully, I pulled
open the door far enough for her to enter easily but not so far -- I
hoped -- that anyone outside could see me. I didn't want to be spotted
standing there naked with my cock encased in its short, downcurved tube
that was held in place by a ring around the top of my scrotum, a ring
that was securely locked.
"Here," Babs said as she showed me three full shopping bags.
I gently closed the door. The bags were from from a popular national
lingerie chain, a leather shop, and a store that catered to young
fashionistas. As I accepted the first two I snuck peeks inside, hoping
to see what she had bought, but my wife made a throat-clearing sound, so
I shifted my gaze downward. That didn't help much, as I found myself
staring at her stiletto heels. Feeling my cheeks grow warm, knowing I
was blushing, I brought my eyes up and found myself smitten, as always,
by her exotic face. Babs's hips and thighs are full and shapely. Sometime
before we met she had her breasts enlarged, so that they overfill the snug
tops she favors and draw every man's attention wherever she goes.
There was a shopping bag in each of my hands and she lifted the last one
to my face. When I cooperatively opened my mouth she put the handle
between my teeth so I could hold it. I shut my jaws, and followed her
through the house that way, naked, my chastitied penis trying to erect
in it's prison. I couldn't stop staring at her rolling bottom as she led
me to our bedroom. How I must have looked to her, naked, my male member
confined, toting the bags? I suppose I looked exactly like what I was --
her submissive, controlled husband.
Babs sat gracefully in a wingbacked chair. She crossed her legs and
didn't bother to keep her short skirt from riding high up her stockinged
thighs. I drew an audible breath through my nostrils. It was a privilege
just to be in the room with her.
She sighed at my familiar worshipfulness. "You know," she told me, "it
still surprises me sometimes how far we've come. Remember what it was
like in the beginning? When we were just married and even having regular
sex for the first few weeks? And then you had one glass of wine too many
and started confessing your fantasies." She chuckled. "I didn't believe
it when you said you dreamed of having me lock your dick away so you
couldn't put it into me. But it did fascinate me how powerful it made me
feel. I even made you tell me, more than once, that it was honestly what
you craved. Imagine if I hadn't gone any further, hadn't discovered that
it's a thrill to tease and deny you, and that I don't miss real sex as
long as I can have your talented, devoted mouth to give me pleasure."
She smiled languidly, relishing those memories.
"But I did go further," she went on. "Didn't I?" I nodded slighty.
"Remember when we ordered that chastity on-line? I was so excited
waiting for it to arrive. I kept getting you aroused in bed and then
only letting you touch me between the legs with the tip of your tool
while I toyed with your nipples. That got you soooooo aroused. I even
made you admit that you had a nasty case of blue balls. But you still
insisted that you wanted more of the same. It made me feel wicked. I
wanted to be bitchy to you." She was in a deep reverie then, thrilled to
be recounting our sexual history, to be reminding me of how my current
state had been reached. "Once I put that clever device on you and locked
it -- " She paused to savor the thought before repeating, " -- and
locked it, I was in keyholder heaven. Look at your key, lover."
It was on a narrow gold chain around her ankle. Babs liked that she
sported it so casually, as if it was an inconsequential charm rather
than the only way to free my trapped manhood. It amused her to hint that
the chain might break sometime while she was out and I would be left
stuck. I was almost certain that the chain was extra strong, but the
possibility that she was serious was at once frightening and
exhilerating. What if she wasn't just playing a mind game with me? What
if it did get lost and my enforced erectionlessness became permanent?
"How long," she asked, "has it been since I used that key, dearest?"
With the bag's handle still clutched in my teeth I managed to tell her,
"Ith been thix weekth, deewetht." "Only six weeks? I don't think I
should give you any 'free time' yet. The hornier you are, the better you
eat my pussy. Isn't that true, darling?"
"Yeth, deewetht." I felt tears forming in my eyes.
"Or would you rather I release you right now?"
As I heard those words my feelings became instantly confused. As much as
I would love to be released and maybe even permitted an orgasm, I wanted
to show my devotion by remaining locked up. Besides, I loved the idea of
being under the control of my gorgeous, sexy wife. Not entirely certain
what I wanted, I
nevertheless shook my head no.
"All right," she said with a mischevious smile. "If that's what YOU
want, lover."
I instantly regretted my answer, at the same time that I was glad I had
given it. She stood and pulled her top up over her head, undid her
front-fastening bra, and exposed her oversized breasts, at the same time
shaking her head to resettle her luxuriant hair. I whimpered with need
and she chuckled at my
predicament.
"Poor baby. You're soooo weak around me. That makes me want to take
advantage of your vulnerability. That makes me want to be mean to you.
Do you want your Babs to be MEAN to you? Is that what you need?"
Again, I was torn between the two possible answers. But as before, any
hope of asserting myself vanished, this time as she unfastened her
wraparound skirt and threw it aside. When I nodded, she smiled wickedly.
"Good husband. Put the bags on the chair. Then get down on your knees to
remove my panties. The stockings and heels you can leave alone."
I did as I was told. Once I was on my knees I gently hooked my
forefingers under the elastic waistband of her high-cut panties and
carefully worked them down her smooth legs. She stepped out of them and
I reverantly laid them atop her other
discarded clothes, making a mental note to pick up everything later.
Babs stretched out on the bed on her back. I knew better than to move
without being told.
After a few minutes of relaxing she said, "All right, up you come. Put
yourself between my legs. Good. Now pretend you're allowed to have sex
with me. Get into position. Very good." She rubbed her inner thighs
against the outsides of mine, making me moan with need. "Let me feel
your chastity tube against my pussy. I love to be reminded how
thoroughly contained your unlucky penis is."
When I had done that she reached up and began rolling my nipples between
her soft fingers. I groaned from the stimulation and the way my cock
strained against its confinement. She knew she had me at my weakest.
Then she made her shocking announcement.
"Sweetie, I've decided that I need a good hard cock inside me on a
regular basis, and since you're not likely to be able to provide that
more than a few times a year, if at all, I'm going to have to start
dating." My face must have been a study in stunnned surprise. "I know,
baby, it's not something you want, but I can't think of any other
solution. Your mouth gives me wonderful pleasure but a woman requires
the real thing from time to time. So right now you can get your face
down there and do what you do best. At the same time I'm going to phone
my friend Dee and see if she has plans to go out clubbing tomorrow night.
I'm sure the two of us, would have absolutey no trouble getting picked up
-- and laid."
So I slid down, still in a daze from her news, and got my lips and
tongue into their accustomed position and began pleasing her. She
squirmed her bottom happily as she slipped on the hands-free headset and
hit Dee's number on pre-set. Unfortunatly for me, her girlfriend
answered.
"Hey, Dee, it's Babs. You know how you're always telling me I should go
clubbing with you. Well, I've decided to take you up on your offer. Why?
Well, remember how I told you about my husband's fantasy, and how I
didn't understand it at first, but then I really started to like it?
Since then I've gotten totally into it and now I feel like cheating on
him. Turning him into a cuckold. No, I'm not kidding. I think it'll put
him in his place and keep him there. So how about it? Tomorrow night?"
She listened for a minute and then said, "Sounds like a plan. Mmmmmm.
You're going to have to excuse me right now, Dee. I've got my husband's
face between my thighs and he's eating my pussy. That's all he's allowed
to do with me in bed now, unless I decide otherwise. What?" Whatever Dee
said made Babs laugh. "That could work, too. We'll see. Right now I want
to concentrate on tomorrow night. Well, first I want to concentrate on
loverboy down there making me cum." She said goodbye.
Babs told me, "Slow down, suck boy. I want this to last awhile. I'm
enjoying feeling so good -- while I'm thinking about getting taken to
bed by some hunk I meet in a club." She purred. "I can see me talking to
him, and then letting him put his hand on my thigh while we sit at the
bar, and then moving to a table so I can touch his crotch without anyone
else seeing. I'm going to have such a good time."
She kept talking like that, not letting me finish her, for a half hour,
until she finally had a loud, animated climax. She left me down there to
contemplate my soon-to-be status as a cuckold while she dozed,
occasionally muttering something about going out with Li. I was
distressed. My desirable wife would attract men effortlessly. She would
have her pick of them. It upset me but I had put myself in a position
for it to happen, so that I had no right to object. All I could do was
to wait and see what developed.
The next afternoon, Babs began talking about having me get her ready for
her night out. She saw how sad I looked and gave me a warm hug, pressing
her full bust against my narrow chest. That got me physically excited,
despite my unhappiness. Babs tweaked my nipples, making me wince, being
mean, something else I was always of two minds about. What if she got as
addicted to mistreating me as she already was to teasing me and keeping
my member in chastity? I could only imagine what my life would be like
then.
Soon she had me join her in the shower so I could wash her back and then
kneel to do her bottom and legs. Again, I was aroused -- and frustrated
by my tube. Babs made me dry her with a large soft towel, letting me
feel the contours of her body through the material. I had to follow her
to our room and watch her pick out a seductive, borderline-slutty,
outfit, and put it on. I brushed her hair for a quarter hour. She
applied make-up, overdoing it a bit to go with her clothes. The key to
my chastity went back on her ankle and she commented that it might make
a good conversation piece at the club. I mentally heard her revealling
my state to some strange man and cringed inwardly. Perhaps she was only
taunting me, with no real intention of carrying out that threat.
Babs completed her eye-catching outfit with a pair of red heels that I
had never seen before. Had she been planning this occasion for a while?
I couldn't stop thinking about everything that was happening. Then, all
too soon, Dee called on her cellphone to tell my wife she was on her way.
The other woman pulled up in front of our house and came inside. I got
some small consolation from Babs letting me be dressed in casual
clothes. I hadn't seen Dee in some time but, as always, the sight of her
left me weak. She looked a lot like Babs, except that she wore her hair
short. That evening she had it pulled up and tied into two little
ponytails on the sides of her head which, along with the schoolgirl
uniform she wore and her big chest, made her appear innocent and sinful
at the same time. For my benefit they hugged each other and rubbed their
bodies together. I got so horny it hurt.
After they were gone I stripped down to my jockey shorts and began
performing the long list of chores Babs had left. That was kind of a
blessing because I didn't want to think about what was happening
wherever they had gone. I continued to work until after midnight, when
my wife at last called. She sounded a bit tipsy as she told me that Dee
was bringing her back to our place. I knew Dee wasn't a big drinker and
would be okay to drive. There were other things for me to worry about.
Babs came in a short time later. She had obviously been drinking, though
she wasn't drunk, just buzzed. Her clothes were somewhat disordered and
if that didn't confirm my deepest fears, what she said upon entering
did.
"We had a great time, husband dearest. I got laid in the back of some
guy's car. It was cheap sex but that was just what I needed. Now help me
get undressed and into bed. I'll give you more details later and get my
shower in the morning. You can sleep next to me, both of us naked, and
you'll smell the scent of sex all over me. And I do mean all over. That
guy was fantastic."
It was a rough night for me but I got through it. I kept telling myself
that Babs had gone along with what I desired, so now I had to accept
what she desired. She had two more dates, the following weekends, and
tormented me about her infidelity. Then she came up with an alternative
solution.
"Here's what I've done," she told me one night while we were in bed
together, after I had gone down on her and she had teased me mercilessly
with her incredible body. "I ordered something else from the company
that sold us your chastity tube. It's a strap on dildo. Don't look so
frightened, darling. It's not for me to use on you, not unless you're
exceptionally difficult. No, it's for you to strap on and use on me.
That way I can have the sex I need without cheating. It was fun while it
lasted but I think I might prefer to get all my kicks at home. Maybe The
trick is that you'll have to do a terrific job and leave me extremely
satisfied. Otherwise, I'll head straight back to the clubs and get my
jollies that way. Want to give it a try?"
Did I? Of course I did. It was very strange to be having intercourse
again, but not getting any satisfaction for myself, even though I was
providing plenty for her. And she even had the added fun of making me
use my mouth on her whenever she pleased, especially right before I was
allowed to penetrate her with the artificial member. It was sort of
humiliating, somewhat exciting, and she made it very attractive by
teasing me with her hands while I pleasured her that way. And it kept
her at home. I came to feel even more worshipful toward her than before,
though I wouldn't have believed that was posssible.
So that's how matters are now. I keep my wife contented, using every
method I'm allowed. She enjoys hinting that she'll cheat again, knowing
that it makes me try my hardest, and enjoying how much the possibility
of more episodes between her and other men distresses me. I know Babs
loves me but the control that I encouraged her to exert has become an
aphrodisiac for her. I can only hope that my efforts prevent her from
returning to the clubs. At the same time I'm wondering if she ever went
past the flirting stage while she was out with Dee. Perhaps her stories
of infidelity were an elaborate game she was playing with me. Look how
much more deeply in her thrall I am now.
Oh, and one last thing. Two weeks ago I secretly sent an additional
order to that company that supplies the sex toys that make our fantasies
possible. I bought an even larger dildo to use with the harness I wear
for sex. And I got a second chastity tube, this one lined with short
sharp points that will jab into my penis everytime it tries to erect.
I'm hoping that the combination of those two additions will increase
both her pleasure and her ability to be mean to me when she wants to --
and keep her at home. Now I have to reveal what I've done and see where
it leads us. Babs has become more dominant than I had originally
hoped for, and can be bitchy sometimes, saying she'll extend my periods
of chastity longer and longer. But I love her.
I'll show her our new toys tonight. Wish me luck.
.. Cuckboy
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