I want to share a time saving preface for you. This is only a fantasy, as with most stories here. There is infidelity, chastity and denial, and a small bit of cuckoldry. I enjoy constructive comments and ratings. If you do not enjoy the subject matter, save your time.
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They sat at opposite ends of the small dining room table in her swanky high-rise apartment. They were not at opposite ends because of any trouble. He liked to be able to look at her while they ate. So, as he ate the spaghetti and meatballs she had prepared for them, he watched her. She was oh so easy to look at.
She had smooth, soft, mocha tinted flesh, which was accented perfectly by the light brown peasant blouse she wore. The plunging neck line of the blouse also accented one of her other attributes...well, both of them. She was very well endowed. He imagined sucking one of her large erect nipples into his mouth, as he had so often before. His manhood stirred...always did in her presence.
She caught him staring and flashed that big, toothy smile at him. Her bright eyes twinkled mischievously.
Nobody would believe that despite her thick, perfectly fit physique, it was that smile and those eyes which had first stolen his heart.
But she knew it. And she used it without any malice. She knew very well how to use that smile to seduce or win someone over.
She was the whole package. Smart...much smarter than him, in his opinion. Witty, adventurous, and she just exuded sensuality. He was one lucky son of a bitch.
Damn, he was going to miss her.
They worked in the same firm. Their affair had begun about a year before when they'd been on the same project team for a month. That smile, those eyes, her laugh, and yes, that incredible body, had made him rationalize their relationship. Despite the beautiful wife he had at home.
He had no idea what she saw in him. He was no slouch...women hit on him all the time. They both made good money, and she had never asked for a dime, so she was no gold digger. Whatever it was that had smitten her, he was glad.
They each took off from work the third Thursday of every month and met at her apartment. They would watch movies, go to a museum or hiking, or any number of things young lovers could do in a day.
And fuck each other's brains out. She was insatiable, and she caused him to be also.
He knew he was a sonofabitch. But he was a LUCKY sonofabitch.
He had been tempted to enjoy her charms one last time before he told her. But he respected her too much to use her like that. Damn he was going to miss the way it felt to be inside of her. To touch her. To be touched by her. She had such a magical touch.
"J-Judith, we need to talk."
She laughed, "Well, that's never good...sounds ominous, whats up?"
Then she looked into his eyes and saw the anguish in them. She saw the tear roll down his cheek...the first tear she had ever seen her strong man shed. She did not have to hear the words. She knew.
Her fork clattered to the table even before he spoke.
"I...I can't do this anymore." He barely managed to choke out the statement.
He saw the anger flash in her eyes. All the passion she put into life, into her love-making, could also find release in her temper. He had just incurred her wrath.
She was up in an instant, and stalking around the room in frustration. "Fuck! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUCK!!"
She was so angry she could not form a coherent sentence yet.
As she paced stridently back and forth, he watched, frozen. And now he felt even more like an asshole. Because even as he was fearful that she was going to start throwing things at him or stab him with that fork, seeing her muscles flex in that perfect ass had his cock straining.
"MOTHERFUCKER!"
Now she did pick up a framed photo of him and threw it against a wall, shattering it. The pacing and an occasional scream went on for several more minutes.
"You...YOU think you can just dump me like some cheap side ho?!! MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE!"
Now he was on his feet, pleading.
"NO! No, no, no, it isn't like that! I love you! You are fantastic!"
His fervant response calmed her...slightly. Her voice lowered. He had never once treated her like just a piece of ass. It was part of why she was with him.
She almost whispered, "What then?"
"I...I just. I just feel I should try to make it work more with Mary Ann. Its not you..."
"What does one have to do with the other? You know I don't want to get married. That's why this works. I would never want to break ya'll up. Mary Ann is a sweetheart...and I don't want the complications of a real relationship..."
She caught on to the fact that, despite his assertions, his eyes continued to focus on the depths of her cleavage and the way her body moved. She leaned over to move an item on the coffee table. She did not need to move it...she needed to bend over so her breasts would nearly fall out of the low cut peasant blouse, so the darkness of her areola would hint at their presence. It worked. She heard him gasp softly.
Judith made the distance between them in seconds. She had him flat against the wall, her breasts pressed against him before he comprehended she was there.
She squirmed against him, then kissed him. "Are you sure you can give these girls up, daddy bear?" She spoke with a slight pout.
Her right hand had a ring on the index finger, nothing fancy...her sorority ring from college. But...
When Judith swiftly drove her hand down on to his crotch, to remind him of her talents, she heard a distinctive "Tink!"
"What the fuck?" There was obviously something metal inside his jeans.
Now he really was sweating bullets and trying to make an escape. She kept him hemmed in and then quickly grabbed his belt...he tried to pull her hands away but she just slapped his hands aside.
Quickly his pants and underwear were at his ankes.
Now on full display was his high-tensile steel chastity device. Not just a tube, but a small cock cage built in to a waistbelt. It was not coming off without a key. Only his swollen testicles were visible. Precum leaked from a slot at the head, but his penis was completely covered and could not be seen.
"Dayum, dude. That is some serious shit!"
She began laughing, holding her hand over her mouth. She was laughing so hard that no sound escaped her. She was in hysterics. She backed up a few steps so she could take in the view better.
It took her awhile to regain some semblance of composure. Tears of anger had been traded for tears of laughter.
