My name is Grace. Trent and I have been married for about 4 years, happily. Or at least I thought so.
We had met in school and fell in love. A whirlwind romance, and within a year we were married. Other than some heavy petting with others, Trent had been my first lover, and as far as I was concerned, would be my last.
One night we were making love when things took a turn I had never expected. He had gone down on me briefly to make sure I was good and lubricated, then entered me and begun stroking in and out of me as he kissed my boobs.
He felt good. Trent has a nice dick, as far as I know. I had fondled a couple before we got married, and he seemed to be about the same as others. He did not have a monster like I had seen in the few porn videos we had looked at, but I figured those guys were freaks, or the film had been faked somehow.
I was just beginning to build towards an orgasm when his breathing became labored and he groaned. I felt his dick flare inside me and felt the warmth of his semen filling me.
He apologized... again... as his member deflated and fell from within me. I know it bothered him as much as it bothered me that he had never, not once, been able to give me an orgasm with his dick.
I knew what I was missing... or at least I thought I did. I am no prude. I masturbated when he was not around, I had some toys. I could cum like that... I just figured it was normal for guys not to last long enough to finish the job.
When I returned from cleaning myself up that night, I was surprised to find him still awake. Normally by the time I got back after he nutted, he had dropped off to sleep. Sometimes if I was really worked up, I would lay next to him and finish myself off as quietly as I could so as not to wake him.
But that night he was awake, and looked nervous. I crawled back under the covers, anxious about this change in routine, and a little disappointed he was not only unable to make me cum, but now was managing to block me from doing it myself.
I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice, to remain pleasant. "So, what's up?"
He stammered, "We, uh... I mean... can we... can we talk?"
Now I was even more anxious. Trent was normally a pretty confident guy, not prone to stuttering or hesitation. I was concerned whether this was going to be "the talk." Was he leaving me? Had he found someone else?
I answered, "Of course. What's up?"
I was completely floored by what he said. I just sat there, quiet, trying to maintain my composure and keep my poker face while he stuttered and stammered for the next several minutes.
He explained that it really bothered him that he could not make me cum when making love. He continued, interspersing his talking points by repeating how much he loved me.
He told me I deserved better. It took him a long time to get it out, but he finally managed to get out, "You sh-should... cuckold me so you can... c-c-cum the way you deserve..."
I was confused. What did a bird have to do with me getting off? He used the word as a verb. "You're gonna have to help me here. What does cuckold mean?"
"L-l-letting a re-real... cough... a real man make love to you so you can have orgasms. You should lock me up and make me watch... you de-deserve better than me..."
I did not know whether to laugh, cry or scream. I kept it together. "You want me to fuck somebody else?? Do you think I'm a whore? Is this so you can fuck around?"
He told me he did not think I was a whore, far from it. He told me I was his queen, and I deserved to have what he could not give me. He added emphatically he did NOT want anyone else, and that is why I should lock him up.
"What do you mean lock you up? You mean tie you up? Lock you in a room?"
He shook his head. "Ch-chastity..."
He picked up his phone and showed me a website that had photos of several little penis shaped tubes with padlocks on them. Some were plastic, some clear, some black or pink, some were metallic. Some were more complex.
I never knew something like that existed. WTF?? "Why? Why would you want to do that??"
He explained it was partly to punish him for failing me. Partly to make sure I knew he was being faithful; so I could ensure he did not so much as masturbate. He stammered out that the biggest part of it was that he wanted me to be in charge in the bedroom. He wanted me to decide when or IF he got to cum at all. Whether he could even get hard.
This was all too much information. I had never even considered cheating on him. It had not occurred to me that he was jacking off, even though I did. Is that why he could not last with me? The whole chastity thing... controlling his dick... I have to admit I thought he was some kind of freak. But at the same time, the thought of that had my pussy moist. Now I really needed to get off.
I was so confused. I was hurt. I was angry. I was fucking turned on. I needed time.
"I am going to have to think about this. You have laid a lot of stuff on me all at once."
He said he understood. How long?
"When I say so... I have no idea."
We turned out the lights and lay down to sleep. After a few minutes laying there, hot and bothered, it occurred to me. If he was really so worried about my needs, if he wanted to be denied, I would test him.
I reached into my nightstand and retrieved my bullet vibe. I turned it on and placed it against my girl. I knew he could hear the hum of the vibrator, and he could hear my breathing becoming ragged.
I felt his hand as he began to caress my breasts. I used my off hand to slap his hand, hard. I struggled to keep my voice even.
"Don't touch me. And don't you fucking dare touch yourself. You want me to get off while you don't... prove it."
I kept working my pussy, eventually focusing on my clit. I could feel my orgasm building. I felt him shifting on the bed and could tell his dick was hard as a rock. This turned me on even more.
"Be still. Don't distract me."
My orgasm began to crash over me. It was such a relief not to have to be quiet. I screamed as I came, clutching at the sheets desperately with my off hand. Rather than a subdued release of pent up energy, I kept working my clit and my orgasms came in waves.
"Oh god! Oh, god! Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck! Yes!"
I woke up horny again in the middle of the night, and again got myself off. Again, I made him watch with no relief for his hard-on. I did the same thing in the morning.
I was still uncertain. I still was put off by the idea of "cuckolding" my husband. He had explained it was not cheating since he knew and encouraged it. Uh-huh.