Author's Note:
Let it be known that this story depicts a pathetic middle-aged man who gets cuckolded by his wife, whom he treats like his mommy. It's not going to be for everyone. If that sounds like something you're into, please read on. If not, don't say I didn't warn you.
Doug lay in the bed, waiting. She would come to tuck him in. She always came, every night. She pulled the covers up to his chin and smoothed them out across the bed. Then she would give him his goodnight kiss. Doug looked forward to it all day, especially after he put away the dishes from dinner. It made him all tingly knowing he'd get his kiss in only a few hours. She's coming. She wouldn't forget him.
Please don
't forget me, Mommy.
Doug lay helpless in his bed. He tensed his muscles, straining against the rumpled sheets. His chastity cage -- the small size -- gripped his penis tightly and pulled his scrotum up and away from his body. She would come. He had waited so long and been so good. So good, and it had been so hard. He couldn't believe it had only been 10 days. The last week and a half had felt like a year.
The clock in the shape of a smiling sun ticked on. Each second was interminable as the hands thudded their way around the dial. It had been five minutes already since Doug told his wife he was getting into bed. He had to knock twice and wait several moments before she distractedly called through door of the master bedroom that she would be down soon. He'd turned around and walked quietly down the stairs. He roamed around the ground floor, straightening pillows and collecting pieces of strewn-about clothing in the living room before ending up at his small bedroom at the back of the house.
Of course, he hadn't been in the room when the clothes were removed from their bodies. At that time, Doug was cleaning the stainless steel pan with steel wool in the kitchen, his chastity cage banging against the cabinet under the sink in sync with his forceful scrubbing motions. The jarring sensation had ratcheted his tension up, making it hard to focus on his task. A dim pulse of music was emanating from behind the living room door down the hall. The last he'd seen of his wife, she was taking two after-dinner drinks on a tray to the living room. One for her and one for --
Back in bed, Doug heard a sound on the stairs. Doug always left his door about a foot open as he was waiting for his wife to tuck him. She hadn't told him to do so, but he had started the practice over the past few weeks. His mommywife's mind seemed to wander recently. She never gave Doug much attention, even when it was just the two of them in the house. Her thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, even as Doug hung fervently on their every interaction. He used his open door as a way to hear the rest of the house but also as a signal, so his wife would know he needed her.
Doug snuggled himself into his bed, hopeful and eager for what was to come. After what seemed like an eternity, he saw the shape of a woman fill his doorway. His mommy had come!
He scooted over in the bed to make room for his beloved mommywife as she pushed open the door and entered the room. The hallway light illuminated her wavy brown hair, which was pulled back in an ad hoc bun with many stray frizzies, and her skin was rosy and slick with exertion. The interior curves of her large, firm breasts were tantalizingly visible through the opening in her white robe. She sat down on the bed.
"Hello, hubby," she said, smiling indifferently down in his direction.
"Hi Mommy," Doug began earnestly. "I'm so glad you are here. I missed you!"
"Oh, what honey?" Her focus had floated away while he was talking. "Yes, me too. You are a good little boy."
Doug couldn't hold in his tension any longer. It had been 10 long days. "Will you release me tonight, Mommy?"
His question brought her mind into his bedroom for the first time. She looked down at her husband, his balding head lying on his dinosaur pillowcase. His unsightly body filled out the lumpy blankets. Her mouth flattened into a line.
"I suppose so."
She pulled the covers back, revealing his hairy chest and protruding stomach. Doug's chastity cage came into view. His groin was completely hairless, as she required him to be when she agreed to become his mommywife. She reached down and touched his cage -- Doug saw her fingers grip the clear plastic shaft but felt no pleasure, no connection, nothing. She shook the cage, jangling his aching balls back and forth. He arched his back in anticipation.
"This little thing is more trouble than it's worth," she said. "It doesn't do anybody any good. You might as well not even have it."
Doug's stomach turned queasy at the thought, but it did nothing to quell his horniness. The fact that his little penis was finally getting some attention had his adrenaline pumping. He didn't know what to say, so he uttered a meek, "Yes Mommy."
His mommywife sighed loudly. She turned toward his locked cock, then paused. She put one hand to her chest and then into the pocket of her robe.
"Shit, I don't have the stupid key."
Doug almost groaned. She would have taken the key off after she and her ... her guest had retired to the master bedroom. It was probably sitting on the dresser in there, a small metal key on a silver chain, hastily cast aside next to all his mommywife's other jewelry and makeup products. That key, the center of his universe, so easily forgotten. His mind reeled.
He knew that if she went upstairs to fetch the key, there was a good chance she wasn't going to come back down. He knew that what was waiting for her up there was infinitely more appealing than the sad situation in this small back room. She was already looking around as if preparing to leave.
If he pressed her on the key, she would go and maybe,
just maybe
return and unlock him. But it felt so good to have what passed for her undivided attention. The anxiety of his choice almost brought tears to his eyes. He lay there, his locked cock exposed while his distracted wife pulled her robe closed, hiding her breasts from view.
"M-m-mommy," he finally stammered. "I really could ... it's been so long ... I'm sorry --"
She cut him off. "Yes, yes, I'll go get your key." She rose to leave. "You are too needy for a pathetic cucky boy."
"I love you Mommy!" he called after her, but she had already left the room, leaving his door completely open.
He loved her -- no, worshipped her -- so much. He had demanding job out in the real world, where he must pretend to be another man, but that was just an act. A necessity. Serving her was his real life. He shivered as he watched her shadow disappear along the hallway wall. He heard the familiar groans and squeaks of the stairs as she ascended them. A door opened and closed. The clock in Doug's room ticked on.
He held his breath, straining his ears for any signal. With his door wide open, he could hear the sound of muted voices. Suddenly someone laughed. A man's voice. It was a loud and free sound.
A few moments passed, and Doug's heart began to sink. He envisioned the big, warm queen-size bed that just this afternoon he had made up with pink sheets -- his mommy's favorites. The sheets would be rumpled and sweaty now, or balled into a knot on the floor. He lay in his twin bed and was very aware of the cage imprisoning his small cock.
But he didn't move a muscle or pull his covers up despite the draft in the room, hoping against hope that his wife would return and release him. He didn't know which he yearned for more: the intimacy (such as it was) or the orgasm. It didn't matter, anything was better than being forgotten and ignored by his mommywife.
