This story will involve Naked Camp run by Gay Naturists International. I've gone three times, once I wore a cage and collar the whole week. I'm not gay, but I love being naked and caged in front of people. I'll probably go again this year in my steel collar and chastity cage. This is a fantasy about that.
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Sometimes, the second time around is the best. Certainly, for my wife and me our second marriage was the best. We had each been married before. Had each been single and dating for a long time and after we met took our time getting to know each other and build a relationship. When we finally got married we were ready and very happy. Not everything was perfect every day, but it was a successful and joyful relationship.
We had a pretty good sexual relationship, also. Something that had been more difficult in my first marriage. I was definitely kinkier than Jane, my wife. I had lots of desires and fantasies. Jane was more vanilla, but willing to play along and have fun. I was able to be open and frank about fantasies without her being threatened by them. We played a bit with power games. That was my fantasy. She really didn't want to be a Top, but she was accepting of my wanting to be a Bottom. We found ways to make it work. I always wanted to try public nudity. We went to a clothing optional resort. Jane didn't get naked, but spent the day with me nude. It was ok. Not really what I wanted but fun. We went to a BDSM party once. Jane went as my Top, but she just couldn't see herself in that role. The great thing was that there was no judgement. She tried. It wasn't for her, but we loved each other and knew that was more important.
We settled into a good compromise arrangement. I always wanted to be controlled and dominated including being made to wear a chastity cage. She didn't want to be a "Keyholder" in the classic sense of denying and controlling me. So the way we made it work was that I stayed in the cage all the time except if we wanted to have sex. Either of us could initiate it and there was no drama taking the cage off. She may have been mostly vanilla, but she was also lusty and fun in bed. Really, it just meant that I couldn't wank on my own. Jane was happy to do some role play at home and often would give me handjobs while whispering kinky scenarios in my ear. And she was happy to whisper any of my fantasies to me, including homo erotic stories. Neither one of us wanted to act those out, but she enjoyed seeing how wound up I got when she told me tales of what some strong, forceful man would do to me.
Overall, it was lovely and loving and erotic and satisfying to us both. But nothing good lasts forever. Ahd what happened to us was menopause. It affects each woman differently of course. For Jane it not only destroyed her natural desire, it made sex uncomfortable for her. As she went through change of life, she initiated sex less and less. Eventually, she never initiated it but was still receptive to me. But that dropped off too. We talked about it and saw a therapist, but the truth was that she just didn't have any desire at all anymore. And her body wasn't responsive to foreplay or romance. For a while we tried to have gentle lovemaking once in a while, but she told me it just didn't feel good. It was actually uncomfortable. It was rough, but we really did have a strong bond and loved each other.
Over time we settled into our new routine. I stayed in the cage except when I would ask Jane for a handjob. Or sometimes she would suggest it. Then we would lay side by side and she would tell me to talk about one of my fantasies while she played with my cock. It didn't do anything for her, but she knew I needed relief. The only part of my kinky repertoire that we kept was that I was in the cage except for the handjobs and often I would wear a collar and kneel and worship her feet. She loved getting foot massage from me and often in the evening I would kneel nude and rub and moisturize and massage her feet while she read a book. I was doing just that one evening when I sensed her put the book down. I looked up and she was watching me with a gentle look on her face.
"Am I doing it right?" I asked.
Jane smiled.
"It's lovely. As always."
"Tim." She said.
I looked up at her.
"Are you happy?"
"Of course," I answered.
"Not just now. In general. I know this change has been tough on you. I know you miss what we had."
I looked up at her.
"Honey, I love us together. I am committed to you and our relationship."
"I know you are," Jane said. "I just feel bad that these changes are affecting you so much."
I got up and sat next to her on the couch and pulled her close.
We stayed that way for a while, just holding each other and occasionally kissing gently. Jane shifted and we stood up and walked to our bedroom. I felt a little self-conscious since I was nude in my collar and cage, but only because we had had such a tender moment. We went to bed curled up together.
Over the next couple of months, Jane brought up our sex life again. We tried being physically intimate, but her body just didn't cooperate. We continued our occasional handjobs and my kneeling and serving at her feet. Jane brought up ideas of ways to get more excitement for me but nothing seemed right. Neither one of us thought it was a good idea for me to have a lover. Too easy to catch feelings from that. We went to another clothing optional beach, but it didn't feel right to me. We stopped discussing it and I figured that was the end of it. I was wrong. One day I was kissing and sucking Jane's toes when she pulled her foot away and called my name. I looked up at her.
"Do you trust me?" she said.
I thought that was an odd question.
"Of course," I answered.
