Hello,
As part of my wife's and my tease-and-denial (i.e. chastity) play, I've browsed this great blog for several years. But NEVER in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be posting here. You can probably guess what that means...
My wife and I have been married for 19 years. About 8 years ago, we got into bondage and light S&M... which led to a little heavier D/s (with her dominant, of course)... and finally to chastity play (mine, of course). That progressed to lengthy tease and denial sessions, and joking about her taking another lover with a bigger cock, since mine is only average at 5.9". But these, of course, were only stories and fantasies. And, due to my wife's reserved nature, I believed they would always remain that way. But during the weeks-long chastity sessions, I would keep encouraging her by saying how much she deserved a larger cock. And she would reply that it would only happen if I was present (since that wouldn't be cheating), and because she could then humiliate me to fulfill my fantasy at the same time. We discussed "cuckolding," but she didn't like the sound of the word -- let alone the thought, because it implied cheating.
To make a long story short, we were on a 2-week cruise that just ended last week... and this is how events progressed:
My wife scheduled a 75-minute massage at the on-ship spa (with my encouragement), and chanced to get a very well-built man who was 10 years younger than her. It was fantastic, she said as his massage melted her body and zoned out her thoughts. But he never touched her breasts or other areas.
I teased her that maybe this was "our guy" and coaxed her to schedule a second massage, which she did, and it happened to be his last appointment of the day. This time, she left me bound spreadeagle naked to our stateroom bed with nothing on but blindfold and chastity device (CB2000), and a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. An hour and a half later, she returned with a glow and smile on her face. She slid up on the bed next to my naked bound body and proceded to whisper how he had massaged her breasts this time, and even fingered her vagina for an instant -- after her hand slipped off the table and rubbed against his hard cock in his pants.
At this point, having been in chastity since the 4th day on the ship, my submissive hormones were running absolutely wild. So the next morning, I pushed and coaxed her to schedule a 3rd appointment. She refused, obviously from fear of what might happen if she let her guard down. After all, THIS wasn't our fantasy since I couldn't be in the spa massage room with them. I pushed a little harder and said, "Look, if something did happen --which it probably won't-- it would still fulfill our fantasy since I'd be tied up here on the bed throughout the massage wondering what was happening. I'd be there in every sensation."
When I came up from breakfast, she said, "There were 2 openings, one tomorrow morning and one tonight at 7 - but it's pretty late so we'd miss most of dinner. Which should I take?" Knowing that we'd have time for cocktails beforehand, I encouraged her to take the evening appointment which she did. All through the day, we'd tease each other about how this might be "the one" and how, if it was, she wouldn't need my cock anymore. It was throbbing, and she was wet, all day I'm sure --even though we both knew nothing more than hot petting would likely happen.
That night, after a mutual martini, she left me bound spreadeagle on the bed again, with blindfold, chastity CB2000 (it hadn't been off in a week now!), nipple clips (for more erotic pain), and the Do Not Disturb sign out. She kissed me on the cheek and said "I'll see you soon, so don't go anywhere (and giggled)."
The mind of a bound submissive is a wonderment to behold. I clearly envisioned that he was getting her seduced and zoned-out under the massage. After what I thought was about 40 minutes (half-way through), I imagined that maybe he was fingering her to orgasm or even starting to take some of his own clothes off. Little did I know that by then he had already been in her --both vaginally and anally (which she's never let me do)-- multiple times!
As the door opened after almost 2 hours, I heard her walk quietly into the stateroom and she then removed my blindfold. Without saying a word, she walked over to the stateroom sliding door to the veranda, slid it open, stood there for a moment... and then held out her arm. Jingling at the end of her fingertips were the only keys to the locks on my CB2000, and with one swift motion she threw them out the door, over the veranda rail and into the ocean. I knew instantly, that meant she had been fucked --by another man-- for the first time in 20 years.
She then proceded to sit down beside me and tell me all livid details as she stroked my caged, swollen cock. It was a wild time, with her climaxing 5 times in various positions, and each time bringing him back to hard by sucking on his cock. It was the ultimate cuckold experience (although she hates, and refuses to use the word "cuckold"). The only disappointment, on both our parts, was that he didn't cum inside her. But that didn't matter too much as I enthusiastically ate out a pussy that had the muskiness of another man. She thinks she simply wore him out with her multi-orgasms until he was too intimidated to get it up again.
The emotional roller coaster of that first time is impossible to describe, with brief moments of guilt on her side, pangs of insecurity on mine, but both quickly overwhelmed by the excitement of fulfilling our fantasy. Looking back a week later (still in chastity, and without a single chance to cum yet), I have no reservations about encouraging and allowing it to happen. Our relationship is different, but it is not diminished.
My wife's feelings? Well, let's just say that when I wake up every morning and roll over to place my fingers on her pussy, and find it drenching -- I know what she woke up thinking about!
Caged
