Power Dynamics In Marriage Ch 04

Chapter 4

Sorry this took so long to get out, I had the storyline mapped out but didn't have time to sit down to write it. I already know what I'm doing for the next chapter too, let's just hope it doesn't take too long to get to. I appreciate all the positive feedback and follows.

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We had come home from dancing, well, Kim danced while I sat in the corner and watched. Back at home she springs on me that she's going out with this guy on a date tomorrow night. Although I was very mad, I hatched a plan to get my chastity cage off my dick so I can start taking control back from my life. But Kim was able to flip the script and the next thing I knew I was jacking off thinking of Kim being fucked by her new big cock friend. She knew how to push my sexual buttons and I had no chance to resist. She was even able to slip in that I was jealous but not for her but for him as I secretly wanted to suck Marcus's cock.

I laid in bed after another role play session in the morning, my head still spinning from the direction of the dirty talk. First it was about her getting fucked, then it was about how beautiful his body was and how I wanted to rub my hands across his chest and it ended with me practically begging to let me suck his cock. Kim was pulling the strings and she was loving it. How quickly she was able to mold me into the person she wanted me to be.

Kim was a manipulator, she was able to convince me this was all my idea and in fact her desire to take on a lover was her ultimate goal. But she knew that idea would have to originate with me, or at least make me believe it did. I had to admit this was another strong orgasm, I was really starting to like the intensity of my orgasms as it had been a number of years since that has happened.

I needed to stay focused on keeping that chastity cage off of me so I could have a chance of flipping the power dynamics back into my favor. I was devising my plan to shower, change in the bathroom and then head off to work before Kim could realize that she didn't put the cage back on. By the time I would be at work I would have 8 hours of freedom and my hope was my mind would start deprogramming all these submissive behaviors. Although I did enjoy serving Kim, she's so hot and sexy and I would get so aroused from it. But I hated the other aspects which included her taking on a lover and then treating me like a house servant and not her husband or equal.

I must get to that bathroom with my clothes before Kim wakes up. I slowly and quietly sneak out of bed, grab my clothes from the closet and slowly close the bathroom door to shower. So far so good, the plan is working, I kind of felt like one of those POWs in the Great Escape with Steve McQueen trying to escape a German prison camp.

I was in the shower enjoying the warm water and mapping out my next steps. Then the shower door opened and in walked Kim. We rarely shower together but she grabbed some soap and started lathering me up. She started on my chest and worked her way down to my cock which started to get hard again. She spins me around to do my back and eventually lowers her hands to my butt where she gently runs her fingers in and out of my anus area (no penetration, she gently and sensually rubs across the rose bud). It was turning me on which she quickly realized when she did a reach around and found my rock hard cock. With one hand stroking my cock and then the other teasing my asshole I was ready to explode in less than a minute.

She whispers in my ear, "Do you like the idea of getting fucked by a real man as much as I do? Maybe if you are a good boy, or should I say girl?...I'll let Marcus take your virginity."

That did it for me, I shot my cum out and landed on the shower wall. Kim giggles to herself knowing that she can push my buttons at will. She quickly stepped out of the shower leaving me alone.

"Make sure you clean that up," she says as she gets out. It wasn't a request, it was an order.

I finished showering and cleaning up my cum from the tile. Like with most dicks, once we ejaculate the blood flow retreats and the dick shrinks down to normal size. As I step out Kim greets me with a towel and wraps it wound me nice and tight. And then before I knew it she's got my dick in her hand along with the chastity cage attaching back into place. I wanted to resist, I wanted to tell her NO, I wanted to push her away but I did none of that, I simply let it happen. The simp mindset was too strong to reverse from the short time I had my cage off. I'm afraid my mind is too far gone to break free from this. It's not that I mind being subservient to my wife but if she starts fucking other guys then it's just a matter of time that I lose her for good, that's my only fear.

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The next night Kim is all giddy about her date, she went to the spa for a fresh mani / pedi and then stopped by the tanning salon for a quick spray tan. She's Italian and as such her skin is an olive tone which makes her look like she has a tan year around but when she actually lays out her skin gets a beautiful dark tan, very rich and deep looking. But she went for the quick fix and got a spray tan that looks just like the real thing. She was stunning, with her brown eyes, deep tan, beautiful smile and just the right size body that sports some curves and complemented by her C cup breasts. You would think she's 10 years younger easily.

I was moping around the house doing some odds and ends, not feeling good about this date at all. When Kim comes down from our room, she has this beautiful tight fitting dress and the same 5" heels that really accentuate her legs.

She twirls and asks,"How do I look?"

"WOW, you look amazing. You make me want to grab you and take you back upstairs to fuck you."

"Now, now, Terry, you know this is Marcus's night, you promised you would behave yourself. Remember, when he gets here I expect you to apologize for the other night when you left abruptly. And ask him if he wants anything to drink. Once you have gotten him seated and a drink I want you to come get me so I can make a grand entrance. I want to see my man's reaction when I come down the stairs."

I was a mess...Kim looked better than I've seen her look in years, I really did want to fuck her so bad. Apologizing to this guy seems like a slap in the face, I'm the husband and he's the outsider, he should apologize to me for hitting on my wife. And now she wants me to serve him a drink? Also hearing her refer to him as "her man" made my stomach turn into knots. Despite my internal fighting, I knew I would do exactly what she asked as I was in love with her and we both knew she was now in charge of our relationship.

Kim seemed nervous, about what you expect on a first date. She was walking around inspecting the house to make sure it was clean enough. She would occasionally find something she wanted me to clean or straighten up. In this nervous and frantic state she seemed even more bossy than normal.

"Terry, see this? I don't want Marcus seeing these shoes here, go put them away in the closet."

Of course I would run over and do what she wanted.

"What the fuck Terry? Why aren't there fresh towels in the bathroom? What if he needed to use the bathroom before we left? Hurry up and lay out fresh towels and new hand soap."

She continued to walk around inspecting the house. Interestingly we never formally determined that the house work was now my responsibility. Previously it was a joint effort but ever since putting on this cage I've become more docile and domesticated. And Kim was becoming more the Alpha in the house ordering me around. Even threatening me with punishment if it's not done to her standards.

"Why is the bed not made? Do I need to take you over my knee and give you a spanking?"

"No mam." As I ran upstairs to make our bed.

Not sure why that was so important because they were going out on a date and to my knowledge were not coming back here for anything. But I knew better than to question it so I just did it.

Finally I heard a car pull into the driveway. Kim screams out for me to go get the door and make sure to offer him a drink. I rush downstairs and get to the front door just as the bell rings.

"Hi, I'm Terry, you must be Marcus," as I extend my hand.

This felt awkward but I tried to seem cool about it. He was taller and more muscular than I remember. And he had to be 12-15 years younger than me. I could feel the jealousy stirring in my gut.

"Um, can I offer you something to drink?"

"A beer would be nice."

"Sure, coming right up," as I ran off to the kitchen to grab it.

On my way back I told him to make himself at home and directed him to our living room.

"Kim is just finishing getting ready. I just want to say how sorry I am for my rudeness when I met you at the club. I was in a bad mood and took it out on you. Hope you can accept my apology."

"Sure dude, it's cool," as I detect a slight smirk on his face knowing he is the one calling the shots now.

"Let me go check on Kim."

As I got to our bedroom Kim was nervously pacing, "How does he look? What's he wearing?"

"He's wearing a sports jacket, dress shirt that is unbuttoned ⅓ of the way down. And some nice slacks and expensive looking shoes."

"What if he doesn't think I'm cute enough for him? It was dark in the club and now he will see me in a much brighter environment?

I've never seen Kim like this, she was just like a schoolgirl crushing on the class stud.

"Kim, you are fucking stunning...there's no way he won't want to rip off that dress immediately and fuck the shit out of you."

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. The very thing I was afraid of happening I now was outlining it to Kim just to make her feel better. That's how deep my submissive perversion had gone.

Kim heads down to meet her date, and as soon as she's halfway down the stairs Marcus gets up from the couch and whistles at her. He closes the gap and meets her at the bottom of the stairs and grabs her and starts kissing. Kim's arms wrap around his neck, one of her legs kicks up behind her as she kisses him back. So much for no intimacy, there was a connection and that made me feel worse.

"You look great Marcus, love the shoes."

"You are looking fine yourself baby," he says.

They continue small talk with me just feet away feeling like a 3rd wheel. I finally excuse myself into the kitchen to watch and listen from a distance.

Kim is running her hands up and down his body making comments on how fit he is. While Marcus has confidently moved his hands around to her ass to caress and squeeze it as if claiming his territory. If he had any trepidation it was long gone the moment I apologized to him and he knew he could do whatever he wanted to my wife and I wouldn't have the balls to stop him.

"Don't wait up!" Kim yells from across her shoulder and off they go.

Once they left I sat quietly to think about what was happening. Even though we had role played scenarios of "outside lovers" it was only fantasy. Now reality was setting in and I started to cry. The flood of emotions was washing over me and I didn't want to lose my wife.

I replayed how I got here, and in doing so I felt myself getting aroused. This must be what I want, I seem to enjoy the emotional pain, I guess they call that masochistic. My beautiful wife that we raised children together and lived the bulk of our life together was now out with another man.

To help keep my mind off of her and Marcus together I started to do housework. I grabbed the dirty laundry from our hamper and ran it downstairs to the laundry room to do a load.

There's no doubt in my mind that they will be having sex and if that wasn't bad enough the one thing I do get from this is sexual arousal but I couldn't even sexually gratify myself because I was locked up. This is a lose / lose for me and I felt helpless.

What felt like an eternity but was only a few hours I heard them pull into the driveway. I anxiously wait in the living room while I pretend to be watching TV. It seemed like they were sitting in the car forever, I can only guess what they were doing.

Finally the front door opens and in walks Kim. Her face was flush, her hair a tad messy, but she had a big smile on her face. The kind of smile you see when someone is smitten, a combination of excitement and butterflies rolled into one.

"OMG, I had such a great time," she says.

Feeling put out I didn't know how to respond. She didn't seem empathetic to me at all, she was self absorbed into how wonderful a night she just had.

She starts rambling, "Marcus this, and Marcus that..." She really was falling hard for this man, that much was obvious. And the more I listened, the more my stomach was in knots. It was killing me to hear about her night, how they danced, how handsome he was, and how he was such a great kisser. I think above all else the intimacy parts hurt the most. Sure I knew how this night would end, her being fucked by Marcus but hearing about how he is a great kisser meant they were connecting at another level, the level of 2 lovers, not simply fuck partners.

Eventually we head up to bed, I help her out of her dress and heels. She asks if I would massage her feet because they were sore from all the dancing. Of course I did so without hesitation. She hadn't mentioned anything about sex up to this point so I had to ask.

"Did you have sex with him?" I asked but came out kind of whinny.

"'I'm not sure I want to discuss my sex life with you."

What? I'm your husband, we always discussed our sex lives with each other. But I had to know, so I sounded even more pathetic when I started begging for details.

"Please Kim, I've been dying to hear all night. Just give me at least that much since I had to sit home by myself."

"Ok, but I'll need to ask Marcus for permission to share with you, it's only fair."

She starts texting Marcus. Kim is giggling at his responses, I have no idea what they are talking about, only that Kim is lost in her conversation with him as I wait patiently.

Eventually Kim turns her attention away from her phone and back to me. She starts telling me how they went back to his condo after dinner and dancing. He took charge quickly and she said how dominant he is and it made her get wet just from his demeanor and authority. She melted in his arms and when he told her to get down to her knees she quickly dropped to the floor and grabbed his belt and zipper.

But she explained that he made her ask for permission to give him a blowjob instead of just letting it happen. Kim loved that and quickly gave into his demands practically begging him to let her suck his cock. My wife was never so submissive with me the whole time I knew her. Kim had this thing about not wanting to be taken advantage of, I think it stemmed from an old boyfriend that cheated on her so she was always cautious not to fall for that again. Yet, here she was describing how she was begging him for permission to suck his cock.

Of course my own dick was pressing hard against my cage as I listened to my wife turn into a submissive slut for this guy she just met. It was like a different person sitting next to me as I listened.

Kim tells me his stamina was amazing and that even though he was rock hard and almost 7" long he didn't cum from the BJ. He ends up fucking her for about an hour before cumming in her, and he wasn't wearing a condom.

I am hanging on every word, my dick is ready to explode despite not being able to get erect and at the same time my stomach feels like I got punched from a heavyweight boxer. My emotions were spiraling out of control, from lust to jealousy and everything in between. I wanted to hear more but at the same time I wasn't sure I could handle much more.

"He told me that from now on this is his pussy and I'm not allowed to cum without his permission. And that I'm not to have sex with you because I belong to him now."

"Wait, I don't understand, we are married. You are my wife, this is turned around. He should be checking with me if it's okay if he can fuck you again not the other way around," I said

"Terry, I'm not a cheater and he's my man now so I can't disobey him and cheat on him. What if he left me? I would be heartbroken, you don't want me heartbroken do you?"

"Of course not, I never want to see you sad but I'm your husband. We agreed that this was just a fantasy we were acting out. I'm not okay with thi,." I explained.

"Things have changed, and Marcus is my boyfriend now so I don't want to disappoint him. If you don't like it then maybe this marriage won't work for us anymore."

Her change in attitude so quickly was blowing me away. It wasn't just a couple days ago we were role playing and we agreed to take the next step for her to get fucked by another man but also agreed that there should be no intimacy. That quickly changed after only 1 date and now I was feeling like I'm losing my wife (which I clearly am).

"Please Kim, I don't want to lose you, can't we discuss this?" I beg.

"There's nothing to discuss, I'm going to bed and I suggest you sleep in the spare bedroom as I don't like your attitude right now and I don't want to say or do anything I regret."

After a horrible night of sleep because I'm sexually frustrated and worried as hell that I'm losing the one woman in my life that has been there for me for years. I get up to make some coffee and breakfast, Kim is still asleep in our bedroom as I contemplate my future. I could just leave her and end my marriage, that seems like the most logical thing to do and the path that any real man would follow. But I'm not a real man, I'm learning that quickly, I let my wife lock my dick up, I let my wife fuck another man, and I let her coerce me into jacking off to the thought of getting fucked my her lover. Those aren't behaviors of a real man, those are characteristics of a beta male.

"Aren't you up early, did you sleep well honey?" I heard Kim say from behind me.

Just hearing her call my honey got me hooked again, I can't leave this woman, she's my everything and deep down I know she still loves me. She must still have feelings for me if she is calling me "honey".

"Not really."

"Why?" She asked innocently like it didn't dawn on her that I would not be okay with this.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how we aren't going to have sex and that you seem in love with this man you just met."

"I was chatting with Marcus last night about this, how you reacted to the idea that you weren't going to have sex with me anymore. He suggested that you come by his place to discuss this further. You should really go, he's a very understanding man. I'm sure you can work something out together."

This idea didn't seem as crazy as it sounded, if he's willing to talk I should seize that moment. Afterall, this is my wife and I want her to be happy but I also don't want to lose her to someone else.

"I guess I can do that, what's his address?"

Later that day I'm standing at Marcus's door ringing his doorbell. My heart is racing, my stomach is in knots as I am unsure how this will play out. Marcus opens the door wearing only a pair of shorts, damn he's muscular I thought to myself. As he lets me in I can't help but check out his strong back and perfect ass. I can't believe I'm checking out his ass like some starstruck school girl. I think to myself I need to get control of myself and just approach him as peers.