Samantha lay poolside on a chaise. Her auburn hair cascaded over her pale, rounded shoulders and beads of sweat covered her bikini clad body as the strong Caribbean sun beat down on her. Her pretty golden brown eyes were shielded from view behind dark, oversized sunglasses and I grinned knowingly as I returned from the bar with a pair of tropical drinks in my hand.
"How does it feel," she giggled as I adjusted myself and settled into the seat beside her. I was acutely aware of the somewhat heavy device secured around my cock and balls and I shrugged.
"It's weird and kind of uncomfortable but sexy in a strange way," I replied honestly. I had never dreamed of wearing a male chastity device. It hadn't even been on my radar when Samantha had suggested it. She had always been the more reserved of us and while she had at times expressed an interest in being dominant over me sexually she had never had the temperament or knowledge to do so but she'd read up on the hotwife lifestyle and the idea of controlling my orgasms intrigued her.
"Does the little fella want out," she giggled and I felt a flutter in my belly. Her referring to my dick as little was oddly titillating and my dick began to tingle and plump in the metal confines of the restraint.
"Yes ma'am," I said quietly. "Have you been checking out the eye candy?"
"I have," Samantha purred. "Some really hot guys." Her comfort level talking about men she found attractive had increased exponentially in the 18 months since we'd opened our minds and begun sharing our lurid fantasies. She often told me about guys at work or at the gym who she wanted to fuck. It had become a regular part of our foreplay and it never failed to make me hard and utterly ravenous.
"The guy to my left is certainly your type," I replied quietly. He was a muscular black man with very dark skin and a smooth, shaved head. The contrast between his bright white teeth, his wide eyes and flesh wash striking and I knew he was my wife's type. Her attraction to black men had become center stage in our role-playing and fantasizing though she had not flirted with anyone since our trip to Disney a year earlier. Part of that was due to the COVID lock down and the fact that we hadn't traveled more than 40 miles from our home in more than seven months.
"That's the one," she giggled quietly. "Too bad he's with his wife." It was an empty threat, we both understood what her boundaries were. Samantha had not waivered in her insistence that she liked the fantasy but would never bring someone else into our sex life and I respected that but at times I did wish she would give it a try.
"What would you do if he was alone?" I asked softly. I felt my cock grow and I winced in pain as the chastity device pinched the head and forced it to retreat. Wearing it was still very new to me. I had done so in our bedroom while licking her pussy and fucking her with her favorite big black dildo but I'd never worn it outside in public.
"I'd invite him back to our room and suck his dick while you watch. Would that make you happy my little Piggy?"
