Cuddles.
After Elise and Dan had left that Sunday evening, Deanna and Jerry were almost too exhausted to make it to the bedroom. Once there, they fell together and slept soundly. As slumber took them, they were both thinking the same thing...how much love they felt in each other's arms, and how secure they felt there. It had been an amazing weekend for each of them, if for different reasons.
The alarm woke them in the morning. It was a work day. As they both took in a quick breakfast and coffee, Deanna smiled, taking in the view of her husband with his large attachment swinging from his crotch.
"Elise says she straps Big Dan to Dan's leg when he goes out. Sophie has to leave Big John pointing upwards because John is more...umm...well endowed. I don't think you'll have that problem...sorry. But I'll leave that up to you. You could even try it both ways to see which is more comfy for you."
She watched in amusement as Jerry's expression went from plain, to confusion, to trepidation.
"Okay, but I have to go to work today...won't people notice?"
"Oh, undoubtedly. You are going to be very popular..."
"But...but, why??"
"What do you mean, why? The other ladies said their men wear their new penis all the time, so they are always ready..."
Jerry's mind worked overtime, trying to avoid the embarrassment at work. "But we aren't doing anything this week, right?"
Deanna marveled at how easy this was. She wasn't even really trying to manipulate him. He just seemed to fall into it. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. Hurry into the bedroom, we don't have much time to fix this."
Once in the bedroom, she directed him to place his wrists behind his back, and clipped his wrist cuffs together. Then she replaced the blindfold.
Jerry was confused. "Uhh...why?"
Deanna smacked him playfully on the ass, "Don't ask questions, husband."
Jerry heard the lock open, then felt the device assembly being removed. He stood for a moment, relieved. Then his confusion and trepidation returned as he felt the assembly being reattached. "What? I thought..."
SLAP! Deanna smacked his ass again, without comment. But he got the message and remained quiet.
SNICK
His wrists were released. Then the blindfold was removed again.
He looked down. The huge, proud phallus was gone, removed from the belt which served as its mount. In its place was what appeared to be little more than a chromed steel nub covering his penis. His testicles were separated and spread wide by the penis tube, which he guessed could not be more than an inch and a half long.
His eyes went wide, "I meant...I mean..."
She stood before him and casually played with her own nipples, pushing up her bare breasts. She knew he had a thing for breasts, her's in particular. It had the desired effect.
"Ooohhhnnnggggkkkk."
His manhood, which was not big but certainly was nowhere near that small, tried to expand. The tiny chastity cage was designed with absolutely zero play in it...his cock couldn't even push it up. He quickly filled the tube, which squeezed his cock firmly and mercilessly.
Bent over slightly from the shock, he looked at his wife in surprise.
She grinned. "I decided you were right. I won't need Mr. Gerald for at least two more weeks, and I wouldn't want one of those hussies at work breaking him in for me."
She fondled his encased member, caressing his balls, "And I wouldn't want you to sneak into the little boy's room and whack yourself silly...so here you are. You better get ready for work, darlin'. You don't wanna be late..."
Work was an ordeal for Jerry. He quickly realized he should have kept his mouth shut. Dealing with women staring at a sudden increase in tumescence would have been a blessing if he could have enjoyed an erection. Such intensive chastity, continuously trying to get hard, may have been a long-term fantasy. But it was much more than he expected it to be. He could not wait to get home so he could go back to the penis extension.
Standing nude in the bedroom, impatient and expectant, he waited for her to get home. When she walked in and saw him presenting himself, she casually finished changing out of her work clothes. She put on a sleep set consisting of light flannel top and matching loose fitting shorts. No panties, no bra. She was comfortable.
She understood what he was wanting. She made a point of not approaching him, not touching him.
"Did I not make myself clear? You pointed out that I did not need your dick for at least a couple of weeks. If DEANNA doesn't need Mr. Gerald, then Jerry doesn't need Mr. Gerald."
She indicated his midsection, "This is you until I decide otherwise. Hell, you may end up wearing this full time, unless me and Mr. Gerald want to play."
She blew him a kiss, turned and walked away dismissively. "Let's have dinner. Then we need to talk, hubby."
Oh, shit. We need to talk was never good.
They fixed dinner together, and she talked about her day as they ate, and asked about his. He explained about the frustrations of repeated erection attempts. Yes, he could go to the bathroom fine...he just had to sit to pee, that was an adjustment.
"Welcome to my world, hunny. So, why were you getting hard at work? Somebody after you?"
He explained that no, nobody noticed him normally. But a man's penis had a mind of its own...he would normally get a hard-on several times a day for no apparent reason. But after last weekend, it only took a stiff breeze. And honestly, any cleavage or legs, or the right smile, and little Jerry responded.
She laughed, smiling. "Good to know."
After dinner they adjourned to the living room. She was dressed, albeit lightly, he was nude. This CFNM dynamic was to become the norm.
She asked him to sit on the couch, then she sat on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. She wanted to be able to read his eyes while they talked, to feel his responses through his flesh, via his slightest bodily responses.
She lay her wrists on his shoulders, "So. Are you happy?"
He tensed up a little. Was this a trick question? Was it sarcasm or a legitimate question?
She kissed him quickly and smiled, trying to relax him. "Seriously. You have fantasized about this stuff for years, but this is the first time it has actually happened. Some fantasies are meant to be just that, and nothing more. Are you happy we are doing this?"
He had to think for a moment. Not about how he felt, but about how to express it. She could see the wheels turning.
"Just start with a yes or no, then you can explain. Relax...there are no wrong answers. We just need to be on the same page."
"YES."
He said nothing else, which made her laugh. "Okay, now tell me why. And why you're hesitating..."
His shoulders sagged almost in resignation. "I know I'm a freak. But the truth is I am loving it."
"So you really like other guys fucking your wife?"
"When you put it like that it sounds really bad, doesn't it? I guess I like seeing you get such great orgasms...and the humiliation of it. But mostly..."
"Yes?"
"I like you being in charge. I like not having a choice in what happens...doing what you want and you not caring what I want."
