"Mr. McCarthy, your tongue is still as skillful as ever. That was a really nice O. So much better than my fingers."
Marty McCarthy smiled hearing his wife, Mary's, praise.
He turned to look at her.
She kissed him and said, "I missed your face," followed by a brief pause, "between my legs. My pussy was so lonely without you."
She continued, "And the house needs a really good cleaning. I really missed being spoiled by you."
Marty assured her he would be spoiling her again.
She said, "I can't believe you're so domestic, but I love it. I don't think I could ever be a stay at home housewife."
She ran her hand across his chest and said, "Somebody has been hitting the gym. Your chest is so hard. You look really good."
Noticing his body was void of hair she observed, "It looks like your obsession is as strong as ever."
It had been a shock to discover her husband's kinks, but she had learned to accept them as they could have been a lot worse. Over time she realized how much power and freedom his fetishes gave her.
She didn't understand why he was wired the way he was but realized she failed to pick up on them when they were dating. It was only after they married did they slowly reveal themselves.
The biggest weren't as difficult to accept as a few of the smaller ones. One of them was Marty's shaving. He didn't have a hair on his body except for his scalp. She actually missed him having hair on his chest and abdomen as she thought it was sexy, but she also enjoyed there not being hair when she sucked his nipples, something which she discovered they both liked.
What had taken her longer to adjust was he shaved his privates. She didn't find a hairless penis and scrotum attractive on an adult man and told him so. It had the effect on her he wanted because she certainly paid less attention to it now that it was void of surrounding hair.
The other was the chastity device he now wore. He told her she controlled his orgasms and even gave him a key to the little lock securing it in place. She thought it silly, but she indulged him. Over time she grew to like being the focus of his lovemaking and not having to reciprocate.
She didn't completely deny him, but she did ration his climaxes. What she discovered is rationing them had a profound effect on not just his response, but on other aspects of both of their personalities. It had really been the big game changer in their marriage.
She might have him use his mouth on her every day for a week and not allow him to climax. He was she noted more focused on pleasing her both in and out of the bed when he wasn't allowed to cum. Household duties went from something they shared to something he alone did.
There was a bit of a ceremony involved in his climaxes. She would tell him it was time for his reward. She would take the key he had given her, unlock it, and remove it. His penis would be all wrinkled from having been caged and his scrotum swollen from the ring at its base. She also wondered if the swelling was due to the build up of semen in Marty's balls.
She would caress it or if she really felt like rewarding him lower her mouth and perform fellatio on him. Sucking him wasn't difficult as he really did have a small penis, barely three inches when fully erect. He'd quickly get hard and she would tell him she wanted him inside of her.
Within seconds of entering her, the fireworks were over for him. He had never possessed great stamina during intercourse, but since being caged he was competing with Usain Bolt for fastest man on earth. Only in Marty's case fastest had nothing to do with running.
The biggest hurdle she had to overcome was what he did next. She didn't mind being eaten after he came inside her, but it bothered her when he licked around her vagina, or worse, inserted his tongue, things she normally loved when she wasn't full of his seed.
She had told him it grossed her out because it was his ejaculate. She also knew he pretended it was another man's and he was cleaning her out. The idea of him doing that after she had been with another man turned her on because it made her feel so in control of him, but didn't turn her on when it was his.
She would clamp her legs together and force him to just lick her clitoris. The orgasm wasn't as good as having his tongue everywhere on her sex, but it was a hundred times better than having to not be grossed out as he ate his cum. She couldn't explain why one was gross and one wasn't.
Marty nodded in agreement to Mary's observation.
She gave one of his nipples a twist before softly caressing her way down his torso. She grabbed hold of the tube and pulled on it.
"Still secure. I'm sure it would like to come out and play. What's it been? Two months? Let me get the key."
She got off of the bed, walked to her jewelry chest, retrieved it and returned.
She put the key in the lock and said, "I'm surprised you haven't me asked me what I've been up to. I mean it's obvious what you haven't been doing, but I'm not in chastity or required to stay faithful."
This separation had been long, but required him to travel a lot. He was never in one place long enough to receive mail and the few phone calls he was able to make had been brief because they were so expensive. He had dutifully written her and purposely not mentioned his fetish.
It wasn't because he didn't obsess about her being with other men, but because he didn't want her to think that she wasn't his wife, but an object for his sexual gratification.
She turned the key. She was sitting cross legged on the bed while he was on his back.
Mary looked at him, "I really liked your letters. They were sweet, but there were times I wanted you to make them less tender and more salacious."
He explained why he hadn't which made sense to her and emotionally touched her.
She said, "I'm glad you see me as more than your mistress and you as a cuck, but I've grown fond of seeing us that way. I'm not ready for the world to see us in that light, but in our home I enjoy you seeing me that way. I don't know how to put this delicately, but I don't see us as equals. Sexually I don't know how to describe you. You've become an instrument for my pleasure. My flesh and blood sex toy."
She took the lock off and started to pull on the tube which wasn't sliding off so easily as Marty's penis was attempting to swell.
Marty smiled as she referred to him as a sex toy. As for the toy, it wasn't his penis she was referring to but his tongue. Lovemaking for them centered on Mary, more specifically Mary's sex. She had told him quite often the place for his face was between her legs.
There were times she purposely skipped foreplay or even totally undressed. She would remove her panties, open her legs, and have Marty pleasure her. When she was done she would thank him, ask him to dry off her sex, and send him on his way, usually to get her a drink or a snack as sex always made her hungry.
It turned Marty on to be treated so cavalierly by his wife. The sting of rejection aroused him for reasons he couldn't fully understand.
Marty asked as Mary tugged on the tube, "I'll take the bait. So what have you been up to the past few months?"
She smiled as the tube came off and his penis finished swelling, a bead of precum leaking from the urethra. She used her middle finger and rubbed the precum around the frenulum wondering after so many months if she would quickly trigger a climax. She hoped not as she wanted him inside of her, even if for only a few seconds.
