Carols Fantasy Pt 02

Carols Fantasy Part 2

It had been several weeks since Carol and I experienced our first session exploring chastity and the practice of denial.

We both found it incredibly erotic, raw, intimate, and unlike anything we'd ever shared before.

It awakened something in us.

For me, it was helplessness, the aching anticipation and desire for sexual release.

For Carol, it was control, ownership, power... a quiet confidence that existed beneath the surface.

In the days that followed, our sex life became electric. Every touch was loaded, every glance charged. And yet, to my surprise, Carol had not brought it up again. Not once.

It lingered in our thoughts, unspoken, like a secret we both shared.

Just when I began to wonder if Carol had moved on from it, she surprised me.

"I want another chastity session with you baby," she said one night, her voice calm and cool.

She let the words hang in the air, giving me a moment to take them in, to say yes or walk away. But how could I resist her?

I nodded. "Okay baby, I want to please you. Last time worked out great."

From that moment on, the evening shifted. Carol lovingly put my cock and balls in the cage and locked it.

She began teasing me, giving me slow, lingering touches on my ass and tracing her fingers between my ass cheeks, around the cage, pulling at the cage gently.

I knew she would make me wait a while before allowing me to explode.

For the few minutes, her teasing kept me on edge, every part of my body burning with desire.

Carol reached in the nightstand drawer and grabbed a large vibrator.

"Kneel," she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress Carol"

"Oh, baby you remembered. Good boy"

She turned the vibrator on high, kneeled on the floor in front of me and pressed the vibrator against my cock cage.

My cock immediately reacted and began to swell and press against the cage. I felt the extreme pressure, and my cock wanted to be free of it.

As the evening continued, Carol leaned in, her lips near my ear, and whispers softly.

"I have a delicious new idea. You know... there's one more thing I've been thinking about. Something a little more daring. The next step in our role play if you agree."

"What do you mean?"

"What if we... explore adding someone else to our sessions?

"Someone who would give me what you can't when you're in chastity.

Would you be willing to watch me with say another man? To see me... taken by someone else while you're locked up, helpless?"

My heart skipped a beat. The thought of it stirred something deep within me, excitement, fear, jealousy, and desire all wrapped up in one.

I was torn, but the idea did excited me more than I expected.

"I... I don't know. I've never thought about that before Carol."

"I know my love. But I want you to consider it. What it would feel like to have me, totally taken, and you watching, unable to do anything about it. You think you can handle that?"

I felt like I was dreaming this.

Carol changed directions. She began to slowly undress in front of me slowly, each movement was teasing me.

I began feeling the cage pressing against my cock uncomfortably, it was swelling from Carol's teasing, reminding me of my place.

Carol took her time, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Tonight is just the beginning, my love. There's so much more I want us to explore. I want to see how far we can go with this... and how far you're willing to trust me."

Unexpectedly, she released me from the chastity cage earlier than expected. I was so horny. We fucked doggy style on our bed until I came hard.

We turned out the lights and spooned for a while before falling asleep in each others arms.

The next day I put the idea of bringing another person into our chastity adventure out of my mind. I knew time would tell if we continued.

It had been a week since Carol first introduced the idea of sharing our chastity sessions with someone.

The next night, just as we finished dinner. There was an undercurrent of nervous excitement in the air coming from Carol's direction.

Carol's voice was calm but deliberate "Honey, we've talked about this a few days ago. About the idea of introducing someone else into our chastity role plaing. And I think we should discuss it some more. I need to know if you're comfortable with the idea."

I shifted nervously in my seat, my thoughts whirlwind. I was slightly aroused by the thought but also filled with dread.

The idea of seeing Carol with someone else, of being on the outside, locked, unable to fuck her felt both thrilling and terrifying.

I took a deep breath" I... I don't know. I want to trust you, baby. I do. But I can't help but feel... jealous. You've always been mine, and now you want someone else to be with you, too?"

Carol placed a hand gently on my arm, offering me a reassuring smile.

"Baby, this is about us. It's about pushing limits and discovering things together. I need you to trust me. Trust us. This isn't about replacing you or taking anything away. It's about expanding our connection, making it stronger. And you'll be right there, watching me. You won't be left behind. You'll be included baby."

I looked in Carol's eyes, my heart racing. I was't sure if I was ready, but I did not rule out the idea of including another person either.

I finally replied to Carol. "I'm open to the idea of another person being included in our sessions, If you really want us to try this. It must be someone we both trust and know. I must be comfortable with whats going on throughout the entire session. If at any point I become uncomfortable we stop immediately. I love you and I must trust you, but we need guard rails."

Carol kissed me and gave me a tight hug. "I love you baby. You can trust me to stick to the rules."

Over the next few days, Carol and I spoke at length about the possibility of including someone else in our sessions.

We were careful, deliberate, and honest with each other about what we wanted and what we needed. We considered a few names, but one stood out from the rest: David Ozman.

We had known David for years. He'd been one of our closest friends, even when his late wife Debbie was still with us. The four of us had shared dinners, weekends away, and countless laughs.

Since Debbie's passing four years ago, David had remained part of our lives, quietly, consistently, and with his usual warmth. He and I still played racquetball every Saturday morning, and Carol had always spoken highly of his kindness, his trustworthiness, and yes, even his quiet sex appeal.

David was handsome, confident, and grounded. He was respectful and, more importantly, safe. Carol and I both agreed, if we were going to explore this path with anyone, it should be him.

We invited him to dinner one Saturday evening. Carol made her famous Chicken Marsala, and I opened a special bottle of cabernet we'd brought back from Napa last fall.

The evening was easy and familiar. We reminisced about the old days, the four of us laughing at beachside restaurants, the goofy Halloween party where David and Debbie showed up as Sonny and Cher.

The nostalgia made everything feel warmer. Closer.

After dinner, we moved to the living room with our wine. Carol waited until the conversation reached a natural lull before gently steering it in a new direction.

"David," she said, her tone light but sincere. "George and I have something we want to run by you. It's a little unconventional, so I hope you'll keep an open mind."

David gave us both a curious look, smiling. "Carol, you know how I feel about you two. We've been through a lot. I trust you. Whatever it is, I'll hear you out."

Carol nodded, took a breath. "Okay. So... this is going to sound surprising, but it's something George and I have been exploring privately for a while now.

We've been experimenting with roleplay, with power dynamics... specifically, chastity play."

David blinked, but didn't speak. He looked from Carol to me, sensing there was more.

Carol continued, delicately. "It's brought us closer in a way we didn't expect. There's a level of vulnerability, trust, and intimacy in it that's hard to explain. But recently... we started wondering what it would be like to involve someone we trusted. Someone who respects us both. Someone who could be part of something... deeply personal."

David raised his eyebrows slightly, his wineglass still in hand. "You mean... me?"

Carol nodded. "Yes. You. George and I both feel you're the only person we could even imagine having this conversation with. We'd never ask this lightly. And we'd never want you to feel pressured."

There was a pause, measured, not uncomfortable.

David looked at me. "You're really okay with this?"

I met his eyes. "I wouldn't be asking if I weren't. It's not easy to admit how far this trust goes. But the idea of Carol experiencing something new, while I watch, while I'm in chastity, it's something we want to explore. And we both trust you enough to even entertain it."

David leaned back, setting his glass down slowly. "Wow," he said finally. "That's... a lot. I mean, I'm flattered. And surprised. And... kind of overwhelmed."

Carol reached for his hand, gently. "We don't need an answer tonight. We just want you to know the door is open. This would happen on clear terms, with full respect. No expectations. Just honesty."

David was quiet for a moment longer, then chuckled softly. "Well, I didn't see this conversation coming when I woke up this morning."

We all laughed nervously, but warmly.

"But" he continued, looking at both of us, "I'm honored you trust me enough to even bring it up. Let me think about it, okay? Not a no. Just... let me sit with it. Carol, you know how I feel about you. I'll get back to you, give me time."

Carol nodded. "Of course."

I added, "That's all we ask."

David stood to leave about half an hour later, and as he hugged Carol goodbye, there was something softer in his eyes. Thoughtful. Curious.

As he walked out the door, he turned back briefly and said, "You know... this might be the most interesting offer I've had in years."

Almost a week passed by, and we had not heard from David.

Carol nor I brought it up again, at least not to him. We agreed to give him space, to let him process it on his own terms. But between ourselves, we speculated, wondering what he might be thinking, whether the idea scared him off or sparked something deeper.

Then, one evening, my phone buzzed.

It was David, "Hey man. You and Carol free to talk tonight?"

I showed Carol the message. She gave me a quiet smile and simply said, "Invite him over."

David arrived just after 8, dressed casually in a button-down and jeans, carrying a bottle of red wine under one arm.

"I figured we might need this," he said, holding it up.

Carol took it with a grateful smile. "That's very thoughtful of you."

We poured three glasses and settled into the living room again, the atmosphere quieter this time, more deliberate.

David was the first to speak.

"I've been thinking about our conversation all week," he began. "I've replayed it in my head a dozen times, trying to figure out why I didn't just say no immediately. But the truth is... I didn't want to."

He looked at me. "George, you, and I have been friends a long time. I admire how open and honest you are about this, about something most men wouldn't even consider sharing."

Then he turned to Carol. "And you... you presented something intimate, vulnerable, and respectful. Not once did I feel manipulated or objectified. Just... invited."

Carol smiled gently. "That's all we ever wanted, David. For you to feel safe. Seen."

He nodded. "I appreciate that. And I've come to a decision."

The air stilled.

"I'm willing. I want to be part of this, with clear communication and boundaries. Not just for the physical side, but because I care about both of you. And if this experience brings you closer, deepens your bond... then I'd be honored to help make that happen."

Carol reached for his hand. "David... thank you. That means the world."

I swallowed a lump in my throat and said, "Truly. We know this isn't a small ask."

David gave a small, wry grin. "Well, it's not your typical racquetball invitation."

We all laughed, and that broke the tension beautifully.

Then Carol's expression softened. "We'll move at a pace that feels right. Nothing will happen that we don't all agree on. This isn't about pushing anyone. It's about exploring something new--together."

David nodded. "So... how do we start?"

Carol's smile deepened, laced with warmth and something more--something electric.

"We start," she said, "with trust. And conversation. Tonight, we talk. And when we're all ready... we take the next step."

Later that evening, the three of us stayed in the living room a while longer, talking over wine. Not about logistics at first, but about life, how strange and wonderful it was that things could change so much and still feel like the right direction. When the conversation naturally shifted, Carol sat forward, setting her glass down gently on the coffee table.

"I think we should talk about boundaries," she said, her voice calm, but intentional. "If we're going to explore this together, we all need to know exactly what's okay, and what's not."

David nodded. "I agree. Just tell me what you both need from me."

Carol looked to me, and I gave a small nod. I was nervous, but I trusted her. I trusted them both.

"First," Carol said, "George will be in chastity for the session. That's central to the dynamic. He'll be present, watching, engaged, but not physically involved unless I say so. That's important to both of us."

David's expression remained composed, respectful. "Understood."

"Second," she continued, "This isn't just about sex. It's about energy, presence, trust. You're not here to dominate me, you're here to participate in something that's emotionally intimate for all three of us. I lead. my husbandvobserves. You follow my pace."

"Got it," David said softly. "And George... are you really okay with that?"

I hesitated, then looked him straight in the eye. "I won't lie--this challenges me. But yes. I'm okay. Because I trust Carol completely. And I trust you. This is something we've talked about a long time."

Last but most importantly, "There can be no penetration, other forms of sex are on the table but only my husband is allowed to penetrate me. George and I are firm on that. Those are the three guard rails or boundaries if you will, we must all be in total agreement.

Carol leaned back and crossed her legs, the fabric of her silk dress falling open just slightly at the knee. "David," she said gently, "I want you to understand something important. Tonight isn't about performance. It's about connections. We go as far as it feels right. If anyone feels uncomfortable, we stop. No explanations required. Just honesty."

David exhaled, tension softening from his shoulders. "Thank you. That helps."

David finally agreed to all the terms. He nodded. "When do we begin this adventure?"

Carol stood, "George and I will pick a date and time and give you a call."

"Sounds great," David stood gave Carol a hug and a kiss on the cheek, shook my hand and we said our good nights."

It had been a few days since that first evening with David, and the energy between Carol and I was different, closer, more charged. We'd been talking more openly than ever. Every brush of her hand, every glance across the dinner table felt infused with a deeper current of trust.

One night, after dinner, we curled up on the couch together. Carol was quiet, thoughtful, sipping her wine and running her fingers along the rim of the glass.

Then she turned to me. "I've been thinking," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. "About...?"

"David. About when to invite him over, while its still fresh on our minds. I think we're ready for this to happen.

I nodded slowly, "You're sure?"

She smiled softly. "I am. I am excited. "

Carol and I decided that Friday night would be a good night to invite David over for our first session.

Carol called David on the phone and invited him over and he gracefully accepted.

Friday, David came over a bit early. He arrived wearing Jeans and a white dress shirt untucked. He brought flowers and a bottle of wine.

Carol greeted him with a kiss at the door, smiling from ear to ear.

We all sat in the living room. I opened David's wine, and we began relaxing into the evening.

Carol was dressed in a one of her sexy short Lilly dresses that showed off her world class legs and a pair of black high heels.

There was a pause in the conversation.

Carol stood, her movements graceful and sure. She looked at me with that quiet authority that I'd come to crave. "Follow me to the bedroom baby. I need to take care of something."

She turned to David, "Back in just a little bit David, please make yourself at home."

David nodded, "No problem. Take your time."

I followed Carol to the bedroom.

She whispered "Baby, would you like to put on the cage now?"

I swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Mistress Carol."

She grinned. "Your sexy."

Carol retrieved the chastity cage from the bedroom dresser. She had me stand still while she gently placed it on me and locked it tight. The cool metal clicked into place, and with it came that familiar sense of surrender. I put my boxers and slacks back on.

We returned to the living room. We began chatting softly.

Carol turned to David, her voice calm, gentle. "David, thank you for being open with us tonight. This isn't about rushing into anything. We take things one step at a time."

David nodded. "I appreciate that. I wasn't sure what to expect, but... I'm here. And I trust you both."

Carol stepped closer to him, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder. "Then let's begin with something simple. Just presence. Just connection."

She glanced at me as if to say, You're part of this too. I sat in the nearby armchair, my body humming with tension and curiosity, the cage already reminding me of my role.

Carol turned back to David and slowly sat beside him on the couch. Their conversation paused, replaced by a comfortable silence. Then, she reached for his hand, slowly, deliberately, and laced her fingers with his.

They sat like that for a long moment.

Then Carol leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Nothing more. Just that. A gentle, grateful kiss.

David turned to look at her, and this time, their lips met, soft, exploratory, restrained. Not lustful, not rushed, just a kiss. The kind of kiss that says I see you. I trust you.

Carol placed her hand lightly on his chest, her thumb tracing the line of his collarbone through his shirt. He responded by wrapping an arm gently around her, drawing her into a warm, close hug.

I watched, caged, silent, eyes wide with emotion. There was no jealousy, not yet. Only wonder. And a rising tension in my chest that I couldn't name.

Carol pulled back just enough to meet my eyes.

"You with us, baby?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. "I'm here."

She smiled. "That's all we needed tonight."

David gave her hand a final squeeze, then stood and turned to me.

"This was... more emotional than I expected," he said. "But it felt right."

He gave Carol another hug and a kiss on the cheek, then reached for my hand and shook it with quiet sincerity. "Thank you for trusting me."

We said goodnights, and after the door closed behind him, the house felt different. Softer. Deeper.

Carol turned to me, her eyes full of warmth.

She kissed me on the lips.

"See?" she whispered. "We're not rushing. We're learning. Together."

And I started to believe her.

After a week passed Carol and I were on the couch relaxing. I was giving her a foot rub.