Megan
She stepped into the door to find me seated on the couch eagerly awaiting her. The mixed smells of her perfume, cologne, alcohol, and the musk of sex aroused me immediately. Her short summer dress clung to her small frame nicely, accentuating her perky, small B cup breasts, flat stomach and shapely hips. She was carrying her wedge heeled sandals, her bare feet, accented with freshly painted red toenails, padded across the hardwood floor toward me.
Her naturally curly, brunette, hair, which falls to her shoulder blades, was pulled up into a loose bun on the back of her head with wisps of hair pulled loose at the top of her neck. This combined with her wide shouldered style dress that dipped low in the front and back, accentuated her long neck. I stared at her mesmerized by her beauty and noticed the kiss marks on her neck and shoulders. As I stared in rapt amazement at my beautiful wife, I realized she was grinning from ear to ear and I knew that she had had a wonderful time. I sat up straight on the couch and looked expectantly at her as she took a seat on the ottoman in front of me. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her panties and handed them to me. They were very damp and after raising them to my nose I knew that she had soaked them on her date before getting to the nights final events. She sat looking at me, her knees slightly raised, pointed at me, due to her perch on the ottoman, and peering down her long thighs I see streaks of dried fluid on her inner thighs. My cock sprang to new life in its confines at the thought of her freshly fucked pussy so close.
I reached out and slid my hand up her thigh until I felt the dried fluid, some dried and rough, some still tacky, and pressed further where my fingertips found and brushed her sticky wet lips. She pushed my hand back.
"Not yet." she said. "That comes later; first I owe you something."
My heart leaped in my chest, as I knew what she was referring to. She placed one hand on my chest and gently pushed me back the cushions in a reclining position. Then she reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I rose up and allowed her to remove my shorts and boxers with a single move. Her hands moved up my thighs and began caressing the sensitive areas around my balls and up to my stomach and chest. She then lightly scratched her French manicured fingernails down in reverse order until she reached the hard metal of the chastity cage and clicked them against it teasingly.
"You've been so good baby." she whispered in the dim room. "You have not asked about your release this time and I am proud of your restraint."
I smiled at the praise and my cock tried in vain to escape the locked device. She saw the jerk of my restrained organ and let out a soft laugh.
"Someone is excited." she said still smiling.
Her smile is amazing. Her full lips are gorgeous. They are talented lips. I think often of these talents; the talents I used to experience before we began this journey of my sexual denial and her freedom to explore all aspects of her sexuality. They were still tinged red from her lipstick that had been worn off over the course of this evening. Worn off using her talents on another man, no doubt.
"Are you ready for your release?" she asked.
"Yes, I am." I replied.
"Have you earned it?" Megan asked in a teasing manner, her smile growing.
"Only if you feel I have, Megan." I replied, hoping it's the answer she wanted.
Two weeks before, we were in much the same position and I was prepared for release and feeling very frisky. She asked if I was ready and I replied far too quickly and showed my desperation. This is something that we'd been working on and I knew immediately that she wasn't pleased by my over eagerness. She proceeded to tease me and I thought that my transgression had been overlooked but after about ten minutes of teasing caresses and dirty talking, she announced that she was tired and ready for bed. Standing up quickly, she walked to the bathroom to shower and not another word was spoken about my release.
The next morning, a new star was drawn on the calendar for today's date and the previous day's star had a huge red X over it. Looking back I saw the last star circled in green was over six weeks previous on my birthday.
So the past two weeks I have been in far more control. Everything I have done now has been with her in mind. It's hard at first to put someone else entirely ahead of you, but as time goes by I've found that my sexual frustration actually drives me to want to please her.
"I think you've been great, baby." she said.
Then she pulled a chain up from her top exposing a small key that hangs constantly against her chest, between her breasts and so close to her heart. She held the key gingerly between two slim fingers and leaned over close to my locked cock. It jerked again uncontrollably as she takes the small lock in her left hand and proceeded to insert the key.
There is a quiet click as the mechanism releases. She removed the lock and the pressure on my dick subsided slightly. Then the cage is removed entirely and it springs to life. Never before had I realized how good a simple erection feels. She removes the ring and I am completely free for the first time in over eight weeks. The sensation is amazing and I moan with relief.
She giggled and asks if that was enough or do I need some more stimulation. I told her that it is her decision but that I am so very grateful for her letting me have this erection.
She giggled more and began caressing my thighs and hips, moving all around, narrowly avoiding touching my cock and balls with every pass. My cock jerked and spasmed wildly with a life if its own. This amused her and she continued longer just to see my frustration build.
"Did you have a good evening, baby?" Megan asked me.
"Yes, how was yours?" I respond.
"Oh, mine? Umm...it was amazing." she said with a devious smile. "Would you like to hear about it?"
"Yes, please." I said, genuinely anticipating her tale.
"Well, Tyson, you know, picked me up and we went to dinner." she started as her hands continued to slide around caressing with her pads and gently scratching with her nails.
"We went to that new steakhouse out by the university. Tyson was glad you gave me your credit card because he ordered the most expensive steak on the menu. And we got a great bottle of wine; it was only $95. Of course I just had a salad."
"We had a good time talking and laughing; he is so funny." she continued, the back of her hands absently brushing against my balls and cock as she caressed.