**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.
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I awoke to a note from Angie that said she was going to spend the day at a spa being beautified and pampered in preparation for her date. The note included a very stern warning about ensuring all of my cuckold tasks, as she referred to them, were completed prior to her return. She said she would be home by four and that I should be available to get her ready for Jerome. I consumed a light breakfast, grabbed her sizeable list from the fridge, and ventured out to brave a few stores where I was likely to be the only man in a sea of women shoppers.
I had a very specific vision in my head of how I wanted to doll my wife up for Jerome. I am sure most of you think I am crazy by now but going back and rereading that last sentence has me doubting my own sanity. Well if a fetish was the norm, I guess it wouldn’t be a fetish, would it? It took some lengthy visits to eight different stores before I had all the items I was looking for. I received all types of looks from the shoppers and employees as I thumbed through the clothing racks but the worst ones came while perusing the lingerie. Judging by their sneers, more than a few soccer moms just thought I was some pervert looking to get off from touching the silky, intimate garments. Well, I am a pervert but not in the ways they thought. As I checked out, I made it a point to mention that my wife needed an outfit for her date tonight. Surprisingly, most of the cashiers just assumed it was a date with me, but I got an eyebrow raise and a smile from three of them.
After a quick stop at the pharmacy to grab a three-pack of thin magnum condoms, I was on my way home with all my tasks completed and a swollen dick that was being expertly contained by the metal sheath of my chastity belt. It made me think of how far we had come in our cuckold relationship. We were already at the point where her lover enjoyed the power of tasking her husband with preparing the wife for her dates. Add that to the fact that I had not been allowed to put my cock inside her pussy for more than half a year, and it was becoming clear that he would soon want to take ownership of her.
I wasn’t opposed to Angie becoming Jerome’s little white toy. On the contrary, I found the idea very appealing. To put it blatantly, I was horny as all hell, not just a desire to empty my balls, but a deep wanting of having the fantasy of watching my wife fucking a black man fulfilled. The fact that she has had another man’s cock in her married pussy a few times now while denying me the chance to witness it was starting to drive me crazy and slowly chipping away at my resolve to continue our little game. At the very least, I wanted to see his thick cum leaking from her pussy after he got done using her. And to that end, I devised a little game of my own.
Once I got home, I grabbed a small sewing needle and used it to pierce the foil packaging on one of the condoms. I had read that baby oil has a tendency to break down latex, causing it to tear more easily. If Jerome wasn’t going to intentionally fill my wife’s pussy with his spunk then perhaps, I could steer him down this path with a broken condom. Maybe he wouldn’t realize that it broke until after he shoved it in to the hilt and released his load into her. After forcing a few drops of baby oil through the hole in the foil, I put all three condoms back in the box and put them on the nightstand for her. Consider this my own little game of Russian roulette with a thirty-three percent chance of her choosing the weakened condom.
Angie and Kelley came through the front door a little before four o’clock laughing and having a good time. It was obvious that she had gotten her hair done and a quick check of her fingers revealed a fresh French Manicure. Ladies really go to the extreme when they want to get laid and the “I need to get fucked!” look in her eye was not lost on me.
Kelley finally acknowledged my presence and noticed my new hardware. “Wow Sis! That looks like some medieval shit right there. Get over here limp dick and let me get a closer look at that.”
I took two quick steps before Angie interrupted, “You have all night to get a closer look at his new cage. Right know I need my cuckold husband to help me get ready for my date. That’s right baby. Kelley is going to cuck-sit tonight while I am out getting banged. Ask her nicely and maybe she will tease you a bit. Now come upstairs with me my darling husband.”
I followed her up the stairway, watching her giddy skips, the extra pep in her step from the anticipation of the night’s sexual activities, no doubt. I had left all the items I purchased today concealed because I had a plan in mind.
“I want to blindfold you while I get you dressed for your date,” I began, cautious with my words in case I was overstepping my boundaries. “I don’t want you to see what I picked until I have you fully dressed. Will you let me do that Goddess?”
“Mmmmm, that actually sounds incredibly hot,” she complimented me. “I can’t wait to see what you bought to properly present your wife to her lover.”
I quickly grabbed the blindfold from the nightstand and slipped it over her head, careful not to mess up her styled and curly hair. As she stood in the middle of the room, I unbuttoned the pink cotton shirt down past her belly button before slipping it off her shoulder and allowing it to flutter down to the hardwood floor. I ran my hands over her skin as I moved behind her and brought my fingers to her full cup, lacey white bra. With a snap of my thumb and forefinger on the fastener, the left and right side of the elastic band snapped outward allowing her breasts to drop ever-so-slightly. Moving both hands up her shoulder blades, the index finger of each hand pushed the straps off her shoulder, allowing the undergarment to join her shirt at her feet. I tried not to remove my hands from her body as I transitioned to her loose fitting white cotton shorts. I reached around her body and unbuttoned the waist snap before pulling the zipper down slowly. With a quick yank, the shorts traveled down her smooth and shapely legs unabated before coming to rest at her ankles. Only one article of clothing remained until I was rewarded with a bare pallet. Putting my thumbs into the waistband of her light blue cotton boy shorts, I peeled the damp panties down her legs while dragging my palms down the smooth, pale skin of her thighs and calves. I held her hands and supported her as she stepped from both items, first the right, and then the left leg.
I started adorning my unfaithful little wife with the sheer black strapless brassier, bringing the three-quarter cup bra under her heaving chest and wrapping the thin material around her ribcage before connecting the clasps in the middle of her back. The bra provided the perfect amount of lift and drew her tits together for some well-defined cleavage that came to just below her neck, yet the sheer material was so thin that it contoured to every curve of her breast. Her hardening nipples were clearly visible through the material. Next I removed the black lacey garter belt from the shopping bags, wrapped it around her trim waist just above her well defined hips, and allowed the four stocking straps to dangle down her thighs. Blind fold or not, she knew that stockings were coming. I took a quick moment to run my right index finger between her legs and elicited a sharp intake of breath from my blindfolded beauty when I parted her pussy lips. As I suspected, my finger came away dripping in juices that I sucked off of my finger.
I grabbed her by the arms and walked her awkwardly backwards until I could gently lower her to a sitting position on the bed. The stockings I chose for the outfit were black in color with a thick and vibrant black seam that was meant to transition up the back of her legs. The tops of the stockings had a shimmering and stretchy black border that was more than two inches wide. I rolled the stockings up her legs, watching the stretchy material hug every surface of her smooth legs until the upper border clung to her upper thigh. After standing her up, I attached the garter straps and drew them taught as a bow string before ensuring the back seams were straight and running my hands up and down her legs to inspect my work. I snapped the two back straps of the garter playfully and elicited a small growl in warning.
