Barry's marriage to his childhood sweetheart had been unraveling for months. At 41, he found himself grappling with erectile dysfunction and an unhealthy obsession with porn, which had driven a wedge between him and his wife, Lynette. He was developing an unhealthy fascination with cuckold, chastity and even bnwo due to his lack of girth and length and ability to maintain a solid erection. This meant he was struggling to make love to Lynette and the fear of a droopy cock meant he started to back off and rarely pursue sex. Poor Lynette, a prudish brunette with glasses with a curvy figure and ample breasts said she didn't mind but Barry felt awful at no longer being able to properly fuck his wife. He had hinted at ways to spice up their sex life with toys and asked her to dominate him. She wasn't really interested, more interested in being a mother to their daughter and putting sex back of mind. His frustration grew and they had even started to sleep in separate beds with little scope for intimacy. She was very much dominant outside the bedroom and everyone knew who wore the trousers but he longed for those times in the past when she did show a devious and dominant streak in the bedroom. Times when she'd make him worship her body with his tongue, tease his cock all night without release or even most recently when guests were using the guest bedroom and he tried to get her to have sex, she grabbed his cock and told him no. She held it firm and said he was forbidden from cumming and she was going to lock him in chastity, a fantasy he had recently shared with her. His brain was in heaven as his lovely wife threatened him with something he had been craving since he was a teen. Lynette despised masterbation and expected Barry never to do the bad thing behind her back. This created a shame cycle where he would go from abstinence to a practical horn dog trying to mount his wife to secretly masterbating to relieve the tension as he could tell she was getting annoyed at his sex pestness.
After that epic night of threatened chastity, he bought a chastity cage, a cheap one off Amazon that nearly cut off his balls, and suggested her could wear it to Lynette so he could never ever masterbate behind her back ever again and that it could help turn him into the perfect husband that always put her first. Lynette felt reality too much and backed off the idea, feeling sheepish after her teasing when she was fairly tipsy.
Barry tried the cage when alone but it was not the same when he had the key and he went back to his wanking ways. Desperate for an escape, Barry turned to Twitter where he searched and followed all the hashtags and accounts related to his porn tastes until he stumbled upon Goddess Ashley's account. Her profile was a bold declaration of her Queen of Spades lifestyle, filled with teasing posts about preference for black cock and locking up white sissy boys in chastity. She also lived quite close to Barry and Lynette.
Intrigued and aroused, Barry began sending her messages. She replied back telling him she thought little of him and began belittling him because he was a whiteboi and saying she was only interested in black cock.
She humoured him as he told her the truth. Things he couldn't confess to anyone. His desire to be caged to stop him wanking to porn, his craving to be submissive to his wife and not have to worry about being able to maintain an erection instead wanting to fuck his wife with a strap on dildo or better yet, see her bouncing up and down on a much bigger virile cock like she deserved.
Ashley began to tease him back and mock him. Ashley herself was a similar age at 42 and saw something in the story of the husband she chimed with. Married to an under-endowed white husband for years, she eventually left him for a black lover and revelled in breaking him. She even send him videos of her fucking one of her lovers and he responded by sending a video of himself pleasuring himself to watching the video. Ashley fell deeper and began to use black men as meat and had a string of lovers to call upon. She loved tormenting her ex husband and he also seemed to crave it. This set her on the path of bnwo where black cocks took on a god like worship and she started to preach its message on twitter and reddit, sharing pics and videos of herself to tempt in black bulls and white bois supporting her life choices.
Their late-night DMs quickly escalated from cautious to explicit. Ashley probed into Barry's fantasies, uncovering his secret fascination with cuckolding and submission. She shared her philosophy: Lynette deserved more than Barry could give, and he needed to embrace his role as a supportive husband rather than a failing lover. She made him use his cheap chastity cage and on his days alone, she even made him wear his wife's clothes and take pictures of himself for her. She was breaking him into worshipping both her and still his wife. She wasn't looking to replace his wife, she was looking to unlocking his prudish wifes horizons and helping poor Barry get his cock locked up good and proper.. Over the weeks, they hatched a plan. Ashley would pose as a couples counselor, guiding Barry and Lynette toward a dynamic that would fulfill them both, though in ways Barry hadn't anticipated. Barry was over the moon and was happy to pay Ashley for this amazing service. Ashley's conditions were clear: Barry would submit to chastity, Lynette would be introduced to a "new lover" named Marcus (a large black dildo), and Ashley would steer Lynette toward embracing her own Queen of Spades journey.
The First Session
Having convinced Lynetts to agree to the session, the couple went with trepidation to Ashley's home that would be her office too. Lynette was a little suspicious but Barry kept reassuring her that he did his research online about her. They knocked on the door and Barry was standing in front of the lady he had been secretly sexting online for over a month. This had the absolute potential to ruin his marriage but his small cock was doing a lot of the talking. Lynette was also nervous but not for the same reasons. She did feel they were drifting apart and their daughter was almost grown up so had empty nest syndrome and perimenopause approaching so was scared how the couple would find the next few years. Ashley warmly embraced Lynette with a hug. Both ladies were very amply blessed and Barry almost got hard as their chests came close together.
Ashley invited them into her room and sat poised, her black hair swept over one shoulder, dressed in a pencil skirt and white shirt she was almost bursting out of. She examined her prey before her. Across from her sat Lynette wearing a wool sweater and jeans a stark contrast to the lacy black lingerie Ashley would soon convince her to wear. Barry sat beside Lynette, his hands clasped tightly, his face a mix of nerves and anticipation.
"Barry, Lynette," Ashley began, her voice smooth and commanding, "thank you for trusting me to help you rebuild your intimacy. She put them at ease with small talk before she said "Lynette, let's start with you. How do you feel about your sexual fulfillment in this marriage?"
Lynette shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Barry. "It's... not what it used to be. He tries, but... it's been difficult."
Ashley nodded, her eyes glinting with intent. "That's because Barry hasn't been meeting your needs, Lynette. You deserve pleasure, passion, a lover who can satisfy you completely. Barry, you agree, don't you?"
Barry's throat tightened. "Yes, Ashley," he said softly, his voice betraying his arousal at the humiliation.
Ashley began to examine the relationship and listen to Lynette's fears and struggles. She heard about his selfishness not just in the bedroom but his addiction to his phone and how she finds his attempts at initiating sex often off-putting and how she shuts down as a form of protection. Lynette said she stopped seeing sex as that important but when it does weeks without sex, she notices a bad change in his behaviour. He lacked discipline for maintaining good habits like eating and exercise, great grooming and learning and work advancements.
