"Honey I'm home!" I yelled from the front door as I walked into the house my arms bulging with packages.
The first thing that I noticed was the aroma of a delicious meal cooking in the oven. I realized my little boy wife had been busy since I'd left a few hours ago to go shopping. My boy wife is actually my boyfriend, but I call him my boy wife and for all intents and purposes that's what he is.
Tonight was going to be a special night. It was the first night my lover Patrick would be coming over and joining us for dinner. Patrick is wonderful, the ultimate yuppie type, tall, in shape, handsome, rich, well hung! We met at a biker bar down the street and were immediately attracted to each other. My boyfriend Steve was there and has shall we say a penchant for cuckolding.
I must admit at first I didn't understand the whole cuckolding thing. He had just gone through a tough divorce where his wife had left him for another man. When we first started dating he explained or tried to explain to me about his fascination with cuckolding, but I have to admit I was suspicious. I at first thought it meant that he wanted us to have this 'open' relationship where he could fuck anyone he wanted, which was not what I was looking for. But with his guidance I was able to research it more and more and gain a better understanding.
Steve showed me storied he had written, and pointed me towards several websites, and bought me several books on female led relationships, chastity, and cuckolding. I must say I became fascinated and it opened up a whole new world to me. He confided to me that he and his first wife had met and dated and then gotten married right out of high school and were both virgins when they wed, so he had never been with another woman. During our first sexual encounter he confessed that he was worried that he might not be able to please me and that he though his cock might be too small.
I took it very slow with him and told him that his cock size was fine (although in all honesty it was quite small) and that there were other ways to please a woman. I found it fascinating that he had only been with one other woman. Like any normal person I had my share of experiences while sowing my wild oats in college. And while I'm not a slut I've seen my share of cocks. I introduced him to the joys of licking my pussy to orgasm after orgasm. I also admit it took me some time to come around to where we are now, I didn't take to this whole female led relationship and cuckolding like a duck to water. But the more I read, and the more we talked, I began to slowly understand that it was not about being mean to someone or causing pain to someone, it was about eroticism. It was about what turns two people on.
I certainly won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that the more I read and became educated the more I put things into practice. I moved slowly as you would when you're training a dog or a small child to do things. I instituted a system of tasks and rewards based on how well he performed. And I must say he took to it like a duck to water! Within a year of starting to see him and traveling down this road, I had his cock and balls shaved and in a CB3000 chastity device. He was cooking, cleaning, and doting on me like I have never been doted on before. I learned an interesting lesson after putting him in the CB3000. When a man's sexual release is delayed, he becomes more and more aroused, the hornier he gets (and the more eager to please you). Your pleasure will become his pleasure as he strives to serve, and to deserve your gift of holding (and eventually using) his key.
Around the house I would sometimes put him in nothing but his CB3000 and a pair of pantyhose and make him serve me. I would spend long afternoons on the couch while he licked me to orgasm after orgasm. Some days I would have as many as five screaming orgasms while he remained locked and chaste in his cage, getting more and more eager to please me until I finally allowed his release. That's when I started to call him my 'little boy wife' another term he seemed to love and accept. In reality that's what he was, he was 'little' and when shaved he looked like a 'boy' and the way he served me and attended to the needs of the house he was a 'wife' in every aspect of the word. It seemed to turn him on to no end when I addressed him as that.
To the outside world we appeared as a 'normal' everyday couple. Like any other couple sitting in a bar or restaurant with a group of friends, we seemed like everyone else. But as everyone has little 'secrets' in their closet, we had ours. We were deeply in love and he was gentle, attentive, understanding, and I loved him very deeply and he loved me deeply too. That, I believe is the secret to our success in this relationship; complete honesty, a mutual degree of respect, a healthy dose of sex and unconditional love on both ends. There is no secret we have from each other and it's amazing. To have a boyfriend who is not afraid to let down the walls that society normally forces them to build up is refreshing. To have a boyfriend who is not afraid to tell you his deepest, darkest secrets, who is sensitive enough to cry in front of you, but not tears of weakness, tears of love, surrender, and acceptance is one of the most erotic things a woman can experience.
Between Patrick and Steve I have the best of both worlds. Patrick in many ways is everything Steve is not. He's tall, strong, arrogant, take charge, well hung, assertive. He was the quarterback of his college football team, went on to a successful career on Wall Street, and is gorgeous and fun to play with. When he fucks me he touches me in places that send tingles up and down my spine, places that Steven can't touch. He puts me on all fours and fucks me doggie style which drives me wild! Steven tried on one occasion, he got me on all fours, but his cock is much too small to penetrate me. After several frustrating attempts he ended our lovemaking session with his faced buried between my legs licking me to orgasm after orgasm. After I had cum, he lay in my arms and wept on my breast as I stroked his head and attempted to soothe his ego by telling him that I loved what he did with his tongue and that although he wanted to, he couldn't be the type of love Patrick is to me.
Tonight would be the first time the three of us would be together for dinner and some fun. Usually I would go to Patrick's house and we would fuck our brains out before I would return to my little boy wife, his mouth and tongue eagerly awaiting his 'treat' as we came to call Patrick's cum in my pussy. My little boy wife laps at my pussy, sucking Patrick's cum out of it like a starving man who has just been given a feast. Patrick has taken to the game also. While he doesn't quite understand the love and connection Steve and I have, he knows that I love Steve with all my heart and soul and there are no secrets between us. I view Patrick as a great friend whom I fuck on a regular basis, the ultimate friend with benefits if you will. Patrick has also become more educated in the field of cuckolding and has taken on many of the traits of the typical 'bull' in that sense of the word.
My little boy wife scurried from the kitchen to greet me and take the packages from my arms. He kissed me as I stood back and admired the outfit I had chosen for him before I left the house this morning. Aside from his CB3000 he wore pink maid's outfit and white thigh highs with a little tiara on his head.
