Caged Holiday

CHAPTER 1

We agreed that the holiday this year would be her choice. Part of my punishment, I suppose. A really quiet and peaceful two weeks in beautiful nature. Pretty much the opposite of what I would have chosen. But then it was my behaviour which had been the problem. Too much drink and willing girls in skimpy clothes, even flashing their tits had led to my behaviour which led this punishment. I didn't really think it counted as adultery, but had accepted she didn't like it.

Don't get me wrong - nature's wonderful, but it does get a bit boring after ten minutes. Now I was going to get two weeks of boredom. I even had to leave my phone at home! Could have been worse, I suppose.

Our hotel was OK as a hotel, but the clientele was mainly older couples, quite a lot of them Germans, so not at all exciting. The town looked pretty with its red roofs in the Adriatic sunshine. In the morning we crowded into a little boat with other hotel guests to go to a little island. The only bright spot was that we had bought snorkels and masks, so I was looking forward to that.

The boat puttered along for about half an hour with the conversation around us mainly in German while my wife, Ella, enthusiastically pointed out natural things which I immediately forgot.

As we came close to the island, I began to suspect something, which was confirmed when the boatman said something in German and "Welcome to nudist island!" in English and reminded us of the time of the boat back.

"We can't!" I said.

"Of course we can!" she retorted.

"Everybody does. At last I can get a tan with no bikini marks. And look, there are some lovely girls for you to drool over!"

"But, you know, my... if it..."

"Don't worry! Nothing's going to happen."

We had to walk quite a way to find a section of beach which had not been grabbed by Germans, some the colour of walnut all over, and mostly shaved genitals. Those were the prime spots, of course. They arrived by an earlier boat, we learned later.

She told me the island was uninhabited, but there were toilets and a stand selling cold drinks and snacks.

She put down the towels and stripped right off, while I stripped to my shorts.

"Off!" she told me

"Or people will think we're odd. Oh come on!"

She grabbed them and pulled them down, so I shamefacedly stepped out.

My cock cage gleamed in the sunlight.

I had agreed to wear it for the whole of the holiday, and we practised till I could wear it all day, to stop any naughty business, as she put it.

"I'm embarrassed," I told her.

"Why should you be embarrassed? I had to get one of the larger sizes. I would be embarrassed if you got an erection, so it's comforting to know that won't happen. And I think it looks rather good. Think of it as jewellery, drawing attention to your most attractive feature."

She got a bottle out of the bag.

"Now right away, let's put some sunscreen on your delicate areas."

She rubbed it in to spaces between the bars, and also on my balls. My cock strained as hard as it could in response.

"We'll have to repeat it, of course to keep you protected. Now you put lotion on me, and I'll put it on you."

I had to oil every inch of her body, and she did the same to me. Normally a very pleasant task, now it was stimulating but not pleasant. The final touch was on the face, neck and behind the ears, with some sunblock on the nose.

"Now let's introduce ourselves to our neighbours."

There was an older couple, who I guessed might be German, and were. Ella had lived in Germany for a few years, so spoke to them in that language and they laughed.

"I told them why you were wearing a cage, and they said good idea. She said more young men ought to be put in them."

"Hello!" she addressed two girls coming by, probably in their twenties, with a union jack carrier bag, with faint bikini tans.

"I'm Ella, and I'd like you to meet my husband, Gavin."

"I'm Ella too. Snap! And this is Cynthia." came the response.

"Nice to meet you, Ella2, and Cynthia," my Ella replied and the girl was always Ella2 after that.

"What's he got on his thingy?" said Cynthia as she peered short-sightedly at my crotch.

"It's a cock cage. Stops him getting it up and causing embarrassment. There's a padlock, and I have the key."

"I wish I had one for my brother," laughed Ella2, which made her tits wobble enticingly.

It was clear that not only was I to be on view, my 'jewellery' was to be explained to anyone.

It was something quite new, which my wife had actually got sent from America. I was not looking forward to being a trendsetter. I decided I would demand to have it taken off once we got back to the hotel, but the key was locked in the hotel safe and there was three hours until the boat back.

It was a relief to try out the snorkel. Ella (my wife, not Ella2) had always enjoyed swimming, but I had never properly managed to coordinate breathing with the stroke, meaning I tended to gasp a lot, and get water up my nose. The snorkel made everything so easy! It was amazing to see the underwater world. And I don't just mean the fish and the life on the seafloor. Seeing naked people underwater with parts floating about was quite amusing. My parts weren't floating of course.

Coming out we towelled off and she poured some drinking water over my cage so that salt did not dry on it. And of course there was then the unwanted stimulation of oiling each other's bodies, and her special attention to the gaps between my cage bars.

There were two English lads, probably in their late twenties or early thirties, quite big and muscular. I guessed they probably worked on building sites or something similar, as their tops were tanned but they were white below the waist.

She went over to talk to them, and there was an amazing sight of my naked wife standing close to these fine specimens of manhood. I think she's pretty damn attractive, and I think they agreed. Their cocks definitely rose a bit and mine was trying painfully to do the same.

I knew what she was telling them. They laughed as she pointed, and one of them leaned forward and said something.

Was he offering to fill her gap while I was unable?

Oh fuck! I couldn't help finding the idea so exciting. It was horrifying but impossible not to think about this hunk pumping into her.

A little later Cynthia came by with her spectacles and was a permitted to peer closely. She and the two Ellas went off a little way and sniggered together.

It was a relief when the boat came put-put-putting back and Ella said that was enough sun for the first day. The two English girls thought the same, but the walnut Germans and the English lads stayed on. Somehow I didn't get the courage to demand to be released. I think I was too relieved not to be on display. There was a bit of a bulge in my shorts but at least it was pointing down, and I don't think anyone was looking at me, when there were so many other people worth looking at.

The afternoon was spent on a bus tour of local beauty spots. (Boring!) That evening I found Ella had invited the two girls to join us for dinner. Ella2 was wearing a really low-cut dress, and Cynthia's smaller boobs moved enticingly through a nearly transparent and clinging top. My wife got me to agree that they looked really good, and they said they fancied me, and what a shame I was married. Obviously a put-up job, and I certainly would have put up if I'd been able.

The girls had somehow missed the British beefcake, so Ella said she would introduce them tomorrow.

My cage came off for a shower, a bit of after-sun lotion and a short bit of freedom, before cold water and fresh imprisonment. As it seemed OK, she said I would just have to shower with it on for the rest of the time, unless some soreness developed.

That evening I had to finger and lick her to two orgasms. Afterwards she said one was for Ben (circumcised) and one for Ernie (uncircumcised), the British lads, and invited me to dream of Ella2 and Cynthia. I had an uncomfortable night.

CHAPTER 2

Next morning the girls were in the boat with us, but the boys weren't and the boatman told us there was a second landing at the North of the beach where another boat came from a different dock.

The girls decided to walk up to the North to see if any English-speaking talent was about. My wife insisted I oiled the girls' backs, including bums and thighs, before they set out.

While queueing at the drinks stand, I noticed there were condoms on display and remarked on the fact. Two very brown Germans in front of us turned round, and the man said "You are English?"

I said yes, and said "come with me," and waved us to one side. Ella spoke to him in German, but he insisted on speaking English. He pointed to the grassy dunes behind the stand and told us there were many hollows there where people went to make love. He said if I and my wife wished to make love, it was accepted, providing we respected other couples' privacy and looked away while finding our own hollow.

His wife said something, and he added that we should put used condoms in the bin behind the stall.

She said something else, and pointed down. He looked a bit surprised, before telling us something else.

He said the North side was the family area with shallow water for paddling, games pitches and other facilities for children. It was understood the South beach was a quiet area for adults. I got the message but his wife had something to say.

"In naturist clubs, genital decorations are not permitted, only the pure body. But I think yours is very nice. I have not seen such a thing before. I perhaps shall have one on Wolfgang at home if you tell me where to buy."

Ella got her phone number and promised to send details.

The girls got back without seeing any talent. It was mostly old people and families with kids, but they were pleased to know about the bonking facilities, and hoped to use them tomorrow.

Still, they borrowed our masks and snorkels, and were amazed by how good it was both swimming and seeing underwater. I of course had to oil them afterwards. Meanwhile friends and friends of the Germans Ella had spoken to yesterday came round to chat to her and peer at me. I didn't need to know German to know what they were talking about, but I noticed the word Peniskäfig for my prison, which Ella repeatedly used.

"German's easy," she told me. "You can make up your own words. I just put the words for penis and cage together. Maybe there's a different word, but they all understood."

The boys had not been seen by the time our boat came back.

In the afternoon there was a walking tour of local architecture (boring!) while the girls went off to do something more interesting (anything!) They didn't join us for dinner, so we hoped they had pulled. Ella invited me to think about the lucky boys with them tonight.

On the third day the girls came with snorkels which they'd bought. And Ben and Ernie were back with arses like baboons! Ella introduced them to the girls, which went down well with both.

Ben and Ernie shook hands with me, and I could see they wanted to say something but managed not too. They were laughing with the girls as they went off towards the dunes. I think I heard the words "poor sod!"

Many Germans came to chat with Ella and sneak a peek at me. Don't say the Germans have no sense of humour: I have rarely seen more people more amused. I wished I could embarrass her as much.

The girls were not on the boat back. The afternoon non-treat was a museum and art gallery.

In the evening we were joined for dinner by the girls and the beefcake (who sat down rather carefully). It was entirely clear that they had all found what they were looking for. More people having an enjoyable holiday.

Then something happened which made me smile just a little.

By the gents' toilet, Ernie pulled me to one side.

"Er, you know, with your thing. Does she take it off at night? So you can, you know?"

I told him no; I was caged all the time.

"Kinky! So does she put out? Go with other men? Is that part of the domination? Can we have her?"

I was just starting to say no, when I got an idea.

"But you've got Cynthia and Ella. Why would you want her?"

"They go home on Saturday, but we've got another week, and its mainly old folks or girls who are spoken for. Your missus isn't bad, and if there's a cunt going spare, be a shame to waste it."

That's it. I would let her see what it's like when you have sex offered, or as good as on offer, and have to turn it down!

"Well," I said, "She does go with other men, but not just for the asking. You have to take it slow, like with any girl. And don't say I give permission. That's the point of our relationship. You've got to ask nicely and expect her to say no for a couple of times before she agrees."

"Okey-dokey, we'll do as you say. Slow and subtle."

I was in a good mood that evening. How would they approach her? How would she react?

CHAPTER 3

On Saturday the beach was relatively empty, between one lot having left and another lot arriving at the airport. Still plenty of Germans, but Ella2 and Cynthia had gone. They had both given me a kiss on the cheek the day before and wished us well.

I had just oiled Ella's front and she had settled down to toast it some more, when a shadow fell on us. She lifted the hat off her face and looked up.

Ben was standing there, just wearing a hat.

"Hello," she said, and I nodded.

He didn't say anything, just stood there, and we both watched mesmerised as his cock grew. When it was well up, he took off his hat and took out a condom packet which he held in his left hand. He put on his hat then held out his right hand.

Ella sat up and took it, and he pulled her to her feet and led her away. Not a word was said as they walked towards the dunes. I saw Ernie following.

I put on the mask and snorkel and went for a swim.

I was just putting on sunscreen when they came back with a drink each and one for me.

"Thanks," I said.

"Can we borrow your snorkels?" Ernie asked. I told them yes, of course and they went for a swim.

I looked at Ella.

"Both?"

"Yes," she said with a somewhat amazed face.

"Good," said, not as a question, but she took it that way.

"Yes, very."

"I'd better get the sand off you and redo your lotion."

We didn't talk till it was time to get the boat. We visited the toilet and the boys brought back the snorkels, that was about all that happened.

She didn't talk in the boat, not to me or the Germans.

It was only when we got back into the hotel room, where she went straight to the safe and said "Well I guess that's it. I'll let you out of your prison and we can both draw a line under what happened."

"No," I said. "We'll finish the holiday."

Her mouth dropped open.

"You want to carry on being caged?!"

"Yes. I'm quite a celebrity now, so it's a shame to spoil it. Anyway, if we took it off, it would spoil the rest of the holiday for Ben and Ernie."

She sat on the bed and shook her head.

"But I've been unfaithful to you!"

"No you haven't. It wasn't secret. I was there and didn't say anything. I could have stopped it. But I love you and thought you'd enjoy it. Didn't you?"

"Well yes, but..."

"I should hope so! Two fit lads like that! I love you, so go for it while you have the chance!"

"You're telling me I should do it again?"

"I'm saying you should fuck them as much as you can while we're here. I think they're decent guys and they wouldn't do it if we took the cage off. They think we're like this all the time, so they're not harming me, and they think you're a very sexy woman."

I didn't quite understand it myself, but really more than anything I wanted to be caged and have two fine specimens of manhood fuck my beautiful sexy wife. It just proved how sexy she was, and there was something satisfying about the restraint on my lust. Some kind of painful pleasure, like scratching an itch.

After that, the holiday was rather good.

For a start, it was less boring, as we all hung around together, and I could talk about sport while drinking beer. They were even a bit interested in some of the cultural visits, and if not, joked about it with me. We went on a nature trip and she was fucked in some long grass while I stood guard. In the sand dunes each morning, of course, sometime most afternoons, and we took it in turns in the evening to go to their hotel for dinner, drinks and a shag or they come to ours.

On the final morning she unlocked me, cleaned and put the cage away in the luggage with electric cable wrapped around it, which we hoped would make it less visible on the X-ray. Although of course my cock inflated, I felt a bit deflated emotionally, so although she offered, we didn't have any kind of sex till we got home. There I had a tremendous and very satisfying orgasm.

CHAPTER 4

Actually, Ben and Ernie didn't live too far away, and Ella had kept in touch. Eventually we made a regular arrangement. After coming home from work on Friday, I was caged until Monday morning. That meant it was open house for Ben and Ernie to fuck my wife as often as they wanted. Not too early, not too late in the evening, and always checking in advance by phone so she wasn't out shopping or something. Normally their intentions were made clear by text, and of course they were declined when she didn't feel like it, from a period or other reason. They usually travelled together, but not always. They were, as we suspected, building workers, so sometimes they came direct from work and had a shower here. Male sweat might have been acceptable, but brick or concrete dust is decidedly not! They may have a snack while they're here, but don't normally stay longer unless they are watching some sports on TV with me. And no overnight stays.

All they had to do was turn up as arranged. Ella decided everything else, particularly how and where she fancied being fucked. Never in our bedroom, but we have a spare bedroom which gets plenty of pounding. However she fancies - missionary, standing, cowgirl or whatever. She might be fully dressed with makeup and go through some seduction or routine, or naked and ready in bed, or anywhere in between - whatever she fancies. She fucks them in the hallway, on the stairs in the kitchen, on the sofa or the living-room floor, the bathroom or the spare bedroom, as the mood takes her. They are both strong enough to lift her and fuck her while standing, which I could never do, which she quite likes. It's all about pleasing her, but with no objections from the lads.

She decided (and the lads quite liked the idea) that I shouldn't watch as such, but should pop by for a moment to see them at it. Ernie usually says something like "I'm fucking your wife!" or "Look what I'm doing to your missus!" She often sucks them for a bit, but never all the way. They can kiss and fondle her tits and bum, but no fingering or oral on her pussy. They are there for fucking.

It's an amazing sexy feeling to be in the cage while my wife is enjoying one of these cocks, and the fit young man attached to it. And it really gets me going, thinking how sexy she is, so I'm bursting to fuck her when I get home from work on Monday. I usually fuck her on Wednesday, but am not allowed on Thursday, just to build up the pressure. Instead I have to satisfy her orally which is deliciously frustrating.

We don't expect it to last for ever. They should settle down with steady girlfriends or marry, maybe quite soon, but everyone involved seems to be enjoying it while they can.

Ella sent details of where she bought the cock cage to the German woman who asked. Her name is Hilde, and she was pleased with the result on her husband Wolfgang. They invited us to stay with them for a week at Christmas in Bavaria for a naked house party, with other naturist friends. Wolfgang and I were caged for the duration. All of the other guests were interested in our cages and were permitted to handle them. The women were more enthusiastic than the men.