(Part 5)
And Then It Happened - Cuckolded
The weeks turned into months, and then into a few years, as we settled in to this lifestyle. Our sex life had never been better. Cass kept me locked during the day, well most days, at least when I was away from her. It became a game. Wearing it at the office, playing golf and even traveling for work. That gets embarrassing going through TSA, but I've learned to deal with the brief humiliation. She says it only reinforces her control over me.
She likes me locked whenever we are out, always wearing her necklace with the key hanging from it if we are not at the club or with friends. It remained an ongoing, sexual mind-fuck, just as Fran said the first night Cass introduced this in our lives. It didn't take long for me to enjoy Cass' control over my orgasms. I was having more and better sex now, so her having that kind of power over me just did something that kept me on the edge and constantly aroused. She never went more than a couple of days with me locked up, but when she released me? It was great!
I began losing weight, 50 pounds from my heaviest, as I started walking every afternoon, which led to more vigorous workouts. I now have this energy I didn't have before, which makes the sex even better.
Fran and Warren became good friends, and we see them about once a month for BBQs at one of our houses. Warren will tell me of Fran's latest rendezvous with Tommy, but we never talk about it while we are all together. Mostly, we just talk about life, travel, kids, their grandkids and having fun in this season of life. Cass did copy Fran's idea though, introducing what she called a 'check-up' spanking once a month.
Several weeks after my initial spanking, she decided I needed to remember what the paddle felt like. Depending on her mood, I'll get between 20-30 smacks. She doesn't bring me to tears, but she makes sure my ass bright red and I feel it when I sit the rest of that evening. While it hurts, it's also stimulating and erotic. I can't explain it, but I like the pain. I crave it at times.
During my first 'check-up' spanking, she admitted she had searched my computer a couple of months before she introduced FLM, finding the stories and videos I had saved. She teased me about my fantasies, asking which ones were really desires. Yes, I watched cuckold, creampie, femdom, MMF and BDSM porn. I had numerous stories saved on wife sharing, coercion, cuckolding and forced bi. Not that I would want some of those things to really happen, I did fantasize about them. It was then she admitted that she knew a FLM would work, as she knew my kinks. Finding Fran, someone practicing FLM, made it all the easier.
She did start using the strapon with the 6" attachment. She's even used the 8" a few times. I've still never cum from it, like the prostate massages, but I look forward when she brings it out and love her taking me with it. She now lets me take her anally, as I know how it feels and am more sensitive to how I do it. We don't do that often, but she enjoys it at times.
After admitting and openly talking about my kinks, she embraced them with our role-play. She also opened-up to some of her fantasies about coercion, being forced, swinging and even being with a woman. Sometimes, we will sit in bed at night and she will read stories out loud from Literotica. She always moans and gets into character when a woman is being taken. I just lay there, straining in my cage as she teases me.
We also frequently use the toys, pretending they are other guys. She even has names for each of them. Sometimes, I'll use the strapon on her, and have figured out how to have the small attachment in her ass, while taking her pussy with my cock. It isn't the best angle, but she loves the double penetration.
Exploring and talking about our kinks is a fun game, again, a sexual mind-fuck that keeps things interesting. Our marriage had never been so much fun. We talk frequently about why we never opened-up before about our kinks and fantasies. We are married, have kids together and will grow old together. This was adding a dynamic we had never tapped and were enjoying each other in ways we never had before. We regretted not doing this sooner.
We talked about Fran's trysts with Tommy and how it drove Warren crazy. It always led to us discussing it in the bedroom, pretending it was Cass that had just been with him. She would make comments about coming back to me afterwards, her pussy wet from his cum. She even talks about letting me watch, while being tied to a chair, locked in my device. The more we used this in our fantasy, the more it moved from fantasy and became a desire. For both of us.
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Six months ago, we did a weekend getaway at a resort on Kiawah, just south of Charleston. After dinner one night, we decided to have a drink in the bar before retiring back to our room. We took a booth in the back, where it was quiet, as it was a little crowded at the bar and loud. She was wearing a low-cut sun dress, which showed off her breasts. She also wore the necklace with the key hanging from it. She wasn't wearing a bra, which is something she had started doing when we went out of town. It was all part of our game. She likes the attention of men staring at her breasts.
After the first round appeared, a younger guy, early 30s, sat down at our booth beside Cass. He touched her necklace, looked at me and back at her, saying he has been a 'bull' for cuckold couples in the past and was confident he would be fucking her tonight.
The guy was overly-confident, obnoxious, and quite frankly, a complete douche. I could tell Cass thought the same, but she played along. He was so confident, I was thinking it would be fun to hear what this dick had to say. He bragged about his experience and how he likes to humiliate cucks while he fucks their wives in front of them. How he gets them to suck his cock after he fills them with his cum. She looked at me, bit her bottom lip, and let him go on. He bragged about his large cock. I could tell she was getting turned on by his directness, but I knew this wouldn't lead anywhere, at least so I thought.
Then she surprised me.
I watched as her hand moved over his crotch. He smiled, looking at me, while she rubbed him through his shorts. She said she couldn't tell, so she unzipped his shorts, and started stroking his cock. She commented how big it was, as it became erect. This went on for a minute, when she pulled her hand back and smiled at me.
The conversation kept going, and the second round of drinks were delivered. He had put his cock back in his shorts, and started getting touchy with her. The place had thinned out, and there wasn't anyone within four tables. He kissed her neck, slipped his hand inside her dress, cupping her breast and tweaking a nipple, which was hard by this point.
He then moved his hand to her lap, obviously under her dress, and was rubbing her pussy. He commented about wet her panties were, as I watched him play with my wife. I was getting turned on as well, but the fucker wouldn't shut up. He was being even more obnoxious and just being an arrogant ass. Cass let it go on a little longer, letting him even slip a finger inside her pussy. She looked at me, with her eyes rolling in her head, and I thought she was going to have an orgasm right there.
She looked back at me, then turned to him and told him while it was fun playing, it wasn't going to happen. He protested, and grabbed her again, forcefully. I had enough and stood up. Seeing I was at least 6" taller than him, he got the point. He got pissed and stormed off, calling her a tease. Maybe so, but as I said, he was a douche.
It did something to me inside, seeing another man not only hitting on my wife, but putting his hand on her thigh and playing with her pussy. It also turned me on to see her grab his cock, and play with it. She was turned on too, as she was dripping wet when we got back to the room.
We both stripped and she pushed me to the bed. She sat on my cage, coating it with her juices. She then sat on my face, rubbing her dripping pussy over my nose and mouth. Teasing me, she said he was the one that made her wet. What did I think about that? I was leaking pre-cum and my cock was twitching. She just laughed and pulled the key off her neck. We fucked like rabbits into the wee hours of the morning.
What that experience did was open the door for discussion. He wasn't the guy. But someone else? Sure, we had played with toys, fantasizing they were another guy fucking her, but it was play. They were toys. This was real, like a real-life sex toy. From that point on, whenever we would talk about it really happening, we were fucking like teenagers within minutes.
She would bring it up frequently, discussing cuckolding me. We would talk while I was locked up, unlocked, before sex, after sex. The same thing always happened. As she would describe a situation, like South Carolina, I would always end up hard again and take her. It was then we agreed that if she found someone, she could do it.
While we practice a Female Led Marriage, it is still our marriage. She had not taken control of everything, just our sex life and my masturbation. We both openly enjoy discussing our kinks and fantasies. It has made our sex life so much fuller than it had been throughout our marriage.
But for this, we had to mutually agree. So, we did. As for the agreement, we set three rules.
