My wife Diane and I have been together for almost ten years. I always thought we had an exciting and slightly kinky sex life.
I had over the years developed a fascination with chastity and orgasm denial which Diane knew all about, and she had kept me in chastity on several occasions, the longest was for almost two weeks.
I also had an embarrassing cuckold fantasy. I had, like most guys, always looked at porn on the internet (Probably too much if I'm honest) and once you start looking for chastity porn, you will inevitably find cuckold porn as well. The two seem to appeal to the same demographic, I guess, guys who have a masochistic desire to be humiliated and/or controlled by a woman.
It took me a long time to admit to Diane that I found the idea of cuckolding exciting although we didn't hide much from each other. In the end, I decided that it was something that would never happen (Far too many obstacles) but that maybe she might tease me about the subject occasionally.
It took her quite some time to warm to the idea that I actually imagined another guy fucking her (And that I imagined myself locked, passive and humiliated while it happened) but once she did, it became a normal subject for us to talk about and for her to joke about.
My imaginary protagonist became a guy named Mike and it became a standing joke that Mike was better endowed than I and obviously superior in every way. I don't think he had any discernible features in either of our imaginations though, he was just an abstract pipe dream.
I suppose I thought about chastity and cuckoldry far more than Diane did and although I would look at porn regularly (Ok...daily...) we would often go months at a time having a completely vanilla sex life, (What was in my head at times though, definitely wasn't vanilla).
Things took a dramatic change of direction when Diane met Sarah. Sarah was transferred to Diane's office from another town and they quickly became BFFs. I was totally unprepared for how quickly their friendship developed as Diane had never really had a close friend before, and certainly not since we'd been together.
Sarah was also married; her husband was named David, and he had his own business supplying and maintaining computer networks.
Diane and Sarah started seeing more and more of each other outside of the office and it became normal to see Sarah in our home too. The two of them looked as if they could easily have been sisters, both were fairly petite with dark hair except that where Diane kept her hair long, Sarah's only just reached to her shoulders.
They always seemed to be together and if for whatever reason they weren't, they would message each other on Whatsapp.I never realised how much they were sharing until one occasion when Diane reminded me in front of Sarah that I hadn't finished tidying the garage and I snapped back,
"I'll get to it when I'm ready"
Diane looked pissed but it was what Sarah said to her that caught my attention.
"Maybe it's time to get that chastity cage out again Di'?"
They both laughed and I blushed a little, uncertain how to respond. Both women looked at me and then Diane surprised me even more by asking,
"What do you think Paul? Do you need to have your 'little man' locked up for a while?"
"I...erm.." I stuttered," I think I'll leave you two alone to talk, you clearly seem to have been chatting about allsorts." I left them, still laughing at my discomfort and went back to my home office.
I had a shit-ton of work that needed doing but instead,I logged onto my alternate computer profile (the one I keep solely for porn) and began surfing chastity sites. That the two of them had discussed (My) chastity was incredibly exciting and the idea that keeping me in chastity was once again on Diane's mental radar soon had my trousers open and my hands around my cock.
I edged myself several times, mostly looking at images of cuckolds in chastity, and then allowed myself to cum into a tissue, quickly discarding it in the nearby waste basket.
I reluctantly returned to work but kept trying to imagine the conversation Sarah and Diane might be having.
I heard Sarah leave about an hour later and Diane began preparing dinner for us. I finished up in my office around 5pm, sending the last email before shutting the monitor off and went to see Diane in the kitchen.
"Dinner won't be for about another hour" she told me.
"Not a problem, I may go and shower first then" I replied, desperately wanting to ask about Sarah and how much she knew about our chastity games but not having the guts.
Diane continued preparing our meal, the TV we have in the kitchen showing one of her soaps, and I went upstairs to shower and change.
When I came downstairs, the first thing I saw was the crusty, cummy tissue from my office wastebasket sitting in the middle of the dining table.
Diane's eye raised a little as she nodded at it.
"Been doing a little DIY have you?"
I blushed and answered,
"Oh, it's nothing...I was a bit horny and I...erm... I had a cheeky wank" (Honesty is the best policy, right?)
Diane has never been a prude and is fully aware that most men masturbate so she's never given my any grief about it, but I was surprised when she asked,
"So, what were you thinking about, or should I say looking at, when you shot your load?"
"Just regular porn I guess..." I muttered, aware that I was lying.
"Really? Be honest", She pressed.
"I was looking at chastity stuff and..erm... some cuckold stuff too" I admitted shamefaced but honestly.
"Ok" She said, taking the tissue absently and throwing it in the trash, "I was just asking...No judgement here, you pervert" She smiled but said nothing else.
We didn't mention any of the day's events all throughout dinner, nothing about chastity and nothing about Sarah's comment.
It wasn't until we went upstairs to bed after watching some TV together that things escalated.
Sat on my bedside cabinet was the small steel chastity cage we had purchased a couple of years ago. I hadn't worn it for six months or so and actually had no idea where Diane had kept it in the meantime.
"How come that's out?" I asked warily.
"Oh, I got that out after Sarah's little comment earlier. I know you have a thing for chastity, I mean, you rushed back to your office and played with yourself like a horny teenager afterwards didn't you?" She looked intent and interested. "So, I thought you might want me to keep you denied? You know, be a mean chastity wife like on all those sites you visit?" She went on.
"Do you want to?" I asked meekly (But hopefully).
"Oh no... I asked first. Do you want me to lock your little dick up?" She looked stern and serious.
"Well, yeah, I mean...It's a real turn on for me" I answered.
"No! That's agreeing to be locked up. I want you to ask me to lock you up and also to tell me why" She was smiling slightly but more at my discomfort, she was clearly taking this all the way.
"In fact, I think if you really want this, you should be naked and on your knees when you ask me"
"Oh, fuck off Di', You can't be serious?" I was shocked.
"I'm totally serious..." and she was " If not, give it back and I'll put it away and we won't mention it again."
I could see my fantasy of Diane keeping me locked and denied was slipping away. I had desired this for so long and the possibility was in front of me, here and now.
