Naked, blindfolded, and cuffed to a rolling office chair, Steve's cock was straining erect with the expectation that his wife Sophia's warm lips would soon be encircling his cock. After all, this wasn't the first time they had played out this particular kink.
Instead, Steve let out an ear-piercing screech as Sophia poured a glass of ice water onto his crotch.
Sophia roughly pulled the blindfold off his head and tossed it to the floor as Steve's hard-on withered.
Sophia opened a cabinet on the desk and casually dropped jangling bits of metal and a pamphlet into Steve's lap.
"Sophie, you can't be serious! I am not going to wear that damn thing." Steve exclaimed, looking down in disbelief at the chromed chastity cage his wife had just dropped between his legs.
"Oh, you're going to wear it, Steve. You simply don't have the balls not to. At this time, and I'm really not sure why, I've decided to continue on in our marriage. If you want to make me second-guess my decision not to divorce you, tell me now. My lawyer will make sure our prenup is rigidly enforced, and you will get absolutely nothing." Sophia replied, her green eyes flashing with anger as she walked behind Steve and unlocked the cuffs from his hands.
"You know, perhaps we're both better off just getting the divorce." She said, tossing the keys to the chastity cage to him.
"No!" Steve screamed, recoiling away from the keys as if they were red-hot. "Sophie, please, no."
"Are you sure? I'm thinking any new promise from you is likely just as hollow as the promise you made eight years ago at the altar." Sophia said, retrieving the ignored key from the floor.
"You've been running around showing your little dick to God knows who for apparently a significant amount of time during our marriage. I should have guessed you were fooling around when you began suddenly trying to convince me to do threesomes with other people and generally get me into the swinging lifestyle. Silly me."
"So congratulations, Stevie boy. You've finally convinced me to open our marriage to other people. Well, my side of the marriage anyway, as it appears your side has been open for a very long time."
"The difference between you and me is that I'm not going to be a little chickenshit and sneak around behind your back when I sleep with someone. In fact, I've decided to be very brazen and open about what I am going to do, and your pathetic little ass is going to be right there each and every time I let another man fuck me."
"If I decide that you've been good, and I feel generous, I might let you take your cage off so you can play with yourself."
"Have a seat back in the chair, Steve! We're not done." Sophia demanded.
Sophia retrieved and opened a thick, dark brown manila folder from the desk. She walked back to where Steve was seated and glanced at a sheath of photographs paper clipped to an incident report.
"Did you enjoy fucking Janet at lunch a month ago?" She asked, lifting a report and glancing at the photos. "The private investigator I hired to follow you seemed to think you did." Sophia punctuated her statement by dropping the report into his lap.
"How about last week?" She asked coldly, dropping additional photos and another report into his lap.
"And last month?" She almost screamed, throwing that report at his chest.
Visibly trembling, she pulled the final stacks of reports from the folder and threw them viciously at his face.
"Your fucking around with Janet bothered me enough, but those? What in the world am I to think about those?" She hissed. "You appear to be a willing cocksucker for almost any random man you meet in park bathrooms."
"Sophie..."
"Shut up, Steve!" Sophia hissed. "Clean up this mess before you leave for work! Also, put that damn cage on and lock it so you don't have any temptations while on your way to work."
Sophia retreated to the patio in a sudden rush of tears and dropped limply onto the wicker couch, her body shaking. In the month since she discovered Steve had been cheating on her and had hired the investigator to get the necessary proof, her emotions had run the gamut. Right now, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to be held and feel loved while she had a very good, long cry.
She waited a full 10 minutes after the alarm panel indicated the garage door was closed before heading to the master bedroom. She collected Steve's clothes and other items and tossed them on the bed in the furthest guest room. Afterward, she took a shower and got dressed. Turning in front of the full-length mirrors, she appraised her body. At thirty years old, she had managed to hold onto her lean figure from her college years. While occasionally she wished her breasts were a little larger than an 'A' cup, in all actuality, she knew the smaller cup size accented her 34-28-36 figure quite well.
She texted Steve's phone, "When you get home from work, please remove all of your things from the master bedroom and bath. You will now be staying in the back guest bedroom. A key that unlocks your cage will be in your soap dish by the sink. Use it to take your cage off, shave your junk, take a shower, shave your face, get cleaned up, and put the cage back on yourself. Put the key back in your soap dish when done. That key is never going to leave your bathroom without my express permission. We will be going out to celebrate your newfound abstinence tonight."
Steve texted back, "Whatever... Where are we going?"
Sophia rapidly texted back: "Tonight we are going to be staying at a hotel downtown. I am going to dance with the horniest-looking guy I can find. You are going to be a wallflower. While I plan on getting tipsy, you will not be drinking. When I am ready, I am going to invite the man to come to our room and fuck me while you sit there and watch."
She added, "Is there anything else you want to know about our plans for tonight?"
Steve did not reply.
At her hastily arranged salon appointment, she had her dark auburn hair trimmed back about an inch and styled to accent her squarish face, then she sat for both a manicure and pedicure, selecting a dark burgundy fingernail polish that would go well with the dark red, deep v-neck romper she planned to wear tonight.
After stopping for a light lunch, Sophia returned home to finish preparing for the outing. She laid out the clothes she was going to wear while dancing. She picked out the clothes and shoes she would wear the next day, then added a frilly camisole, matching satin shorts, and a slinky robe to the pile before putting the outfits into her suitcase.
Before taking her shower, she stopped and picked up scissors along with Steve's razor. While she generally preferred to keep her thick bush naturally furry, she was aware that, generally, men found it more appealing visually if it was trimmed and shaved around the periphery of the vulva. Steve had asked her to be completely shaved down there before, but since Steve hadn't been the one who would have to deal with the irritation of the stubble, she saw no reason to. For the foreseeable future, however, she guessed she could keep her lady bits at least neatly coiffed. That would certainly add a little salt to Steve's eyes when he saw her. Hell, she just might have Steve do the trimming for her the next time she goes out.
Sophia was dressed in the outfit she planned on wearing that evening and sipping a cup of coffee when Steve entered through the garage door.
"You look nice, Sophie." Steve said gently, trying to return to normalcy.
"Pretty much the same way I've looked since we were married." Sophie responded curtly, then added, "Before you quit noticing and began chasing after other skirts, oops, trousers."
"Remember to shave your entire crotch before you shower." She said over her shoulder, "I will be checking that and the cage lock after you're dressed."
