This is a continuation of Claire and her husband's story. It should read as a stand alone piece, but please look at some of the others for more of their history.
There are some themes of male chastity and male bisexuality explored, so if this isn't your thing then it may be best to read something else.
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They had discussed their bucket list of things they wanted to try together many times; some they knew probably would not happen ever; others were probably best staying as fantasy.
Tonight they would have an opportunity for them both to try some things. Tonight it seemed like something might happen.
Claire had given him a role-playing script, if they both wanted, and both played along then tonight might just be the night.
They were going out for a date night meal and drinks on the town.
They had set out looking fantastic.
He was wearing his new boots, dark checked pants and a well fitted purple shirt, the colour chosen to compliment his wife's outfit. His small pink carbon fibre cock cage was well hidden beneath his outfit, and Claire had told him to paint his toenails a matching pink as well as supplying him with a pretty pair of knickers to wear.
Claire was wearing a knee length, large, deep purple velvety dress, low cut to show some cleavage, but with a small lace trim which made the dress look classy rather than slutty. It was tight around her large BBW body and the black high heels she had chosen made her ample backside and bosom stand out to perfect effect. She wore minimal make up on her pretty face and had her blonde bob straightened perfectly, with one side tucked behind her ear and held in place with a sparkly purple clip. Around her neck she wore a thin silver chain which disappeared down into her cleavage, concealing the chastity key between her soft pale globes of flesh.
Underneath her dress she had on a matching purple bra, but had chosen to wear a special pair of knickers that her husband had bought her, small, black, and with a message printed on the front in bright pink letters.
Claire had asked her husband to shave her pussy totally bald for their date night and she could feel the sleek fabric against her skin every time she moved.
It had been a long, hard few months with work and Claire felt they were both fully deserving of a night out and she was ready to blow off some steam, she wanted tonight to be special and had several naughty things planned on top of their role playing, just to ensure the night would still be exciting even if one of them decide not to go ahead with their fantasy.
They had travelled by taxi into a small town they very rarely visited and all the while in the back seat of the car Claire had been stroking her husband's arm and grabbing and squeezing his upper leg while she flirted shamelessly with the taxi driver, a young handsome Asian man who clearly enjoyed the opportunity to trade innuendoes with the busty blonde in his rear view mirror while her husband sat smiling. She had even made sure she had flashed a good portion of her bare thighs as well as giving him a good view into the depths of her cleavage while climbing out of the back seat, carefully watching his eyes to make sure he was paying attention and giving him a naughty smile as she thanked him. Claire could feel her panties start to dampen at his lustful look.
She had held her husband's hand as they walked down the main road, taking their time and looking through the shop windows. Claire had kissed him deeply on the street outside their restaurant, pressing her breasts firmly into his chest and her wide, soft belly against his caged cock, she felt him squirm with excitement and pulled away slowly, leaving him flustered as she asked if he was ready for some food?
They drank red wine and ate garlic bread, followed by excellent rump steaks with pan fried potatoes and a second bottle of red as they shared a dessert, feeding each other their chocolate mousse while loving every moment of their date.
He was unable to keep his eyes off her, and Claire was enjoying herself by being especially flirty with him. The family running the restaurant had noticed, but did not seem to mind as Claire had been just as flirty with the tall dark brooding husband who was serving their food and drinks, as well as his slim blonde wife who was overseeing the front-of-house, Claire made it clear that she would happily have had either of them for her dessert, flashing her gorgeous smile around and laughing.
Claire's sexual energy was driving her husband to distraction with desire and Claire clearly loved his attention. She asked him in a whisper to remind her how long she had kept him locked for this time, "A full month" she purred, repeating his answer while stroking his leg under the table and allowing her fingers to wander further up his thigh until she felt his muscles tense, "That's a long time for your little cock to go without any fun. I don't think I could last the rest of tonight without at least three orgasms." She laughed and then kissed him on the lips as her fingernails traced the outline of his caged cock beneath the cloth of the table.
She had asked him to take a selfie of them both, cuddling close and pressing herself against the hard bulge in his crotch, both giving big smiles to the camera. It was only looking at the picture afterwards that he spotted his wife had pulled her chastity key out from between her breasts and had been holding it between her fingers, showing it off for the camera.
He looked at her and realised that she had not bothered to return the key to its hiding place, instead letting it swing freely at the front of her dress. He felt a mixture of embarrassment and lust, his wife's confidence and sexy smile making his trapped cock twitch painfully in its tiny prison.
The pretty blonde hostess approached their table with their bill and some complimentary Sambuca shots. She shared a look and a smile with Claire before giving a very appraising look at her husband, clearly having seen the key handing down around Claire's neck and obviously now having a good think about Claire's quiet submissive husband and his little locked cock.
They left the restaurant to find somewhere to relax and possibly dance, trying a cocktail at each of the two wine bars on the main street of the town.
At the second bar Claire left her husband sat at their corner table and excused herself to use the lady's room. He was left sipping his spiced rum and ginger beer, nodding his head in time to the loud music, struggling to recall the name of the band and idly admiring some of the ladies who were dancing in their short skirts.
He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out to see that Claire had sent him several messages. He realised that Claire must have taken the first step in their planned adventure, feeling a wave of relief that she was taking the lead and had decided to start their role playing
With great anticipation he opened the messages on his phone. He saw that Claire had sent a mixture of the texts they had discussed as well as several pictures he was delighted to see but had not been expecting.
The first was a close up of Claire's underwear; the large purple dress had been pulled up around her waist showing the slinky black knickers with their bright pink writing "Hotwife! Return to husband full". He felt his cage tighten and shifted uncomfortably as he continued to scroll Claire's messages.
Beneath the photo Claire had written "Surprise!"
More photos followed, the first with the small black panties pulled down to reveal the open lips of Claire's bald pussy, the next showing two fingers pushed up inside. The final image was a close up of the fingers, glistening in the light and coated with Claire's sweet juices.
"Look how wet I am" Claire had written.
