This story contains cuckold, bisexual, interracial and female domination themes; if this is not your thing then please do not read on. I welcome comments but if criticising, please do so constructively - this is my first attempt at writing a story on Literotica. Abusive comments or emails will be deleted without being read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and let me know how you would like to see the story progress.
Part 1 - The Beginning
"Are you serious, you'd honestly want me to do that to you?"
Katrina sounded shocked but to my surprise, not completely against the idea. "I just think it'd be quite exciting, and you know how that sort of thing really gets me going," I replied.
By 'that sort of thing', I was referring to an ever increasing fantasy of mine to be humiliated by my wife, to have her compare me to another lover, someone who satisfied her more than I ever could and who I was forced to share her with.
We had been married for 12 years and had often shared fantasies of bringing others into our bed, but more often just lately I had been getting off on Katrina having a permanent lover, who she would fuck regularly and share the details with me when she got home, sliding her used pussy onto my cock as she described what they had done together and how much she had enjoyed his cock filling her up. I had learnt that this was not as rare a fantasy as I had first thought and had even been given a name, 'cuckolding'.
I read stories on the internet about the subject and my fantasy developed to where Katrina would put me into chastity, making me wear a CB 6000 cock cage for weeks at a time, only letting me use my tongue or fingers on her, while getting fucked on a regular basis by her lover and making me clean her of his cum when she got home, covered in love bites and smelling of sex. This was the fantasy that I had just shared with her, although in the heat of the moment I had made one more revelation - that I would love her to make me wear feminine panties over the cage, keeping me in complete orgasm denial as I experienced the feeling of the lace and satin panties against my balls and ass.
Katrina looked at me as she slowly caressed my now softening cock. "I don't know what to think, part of me thinks it could be fun, but another part of me worries why you would want to be denied having actual sex with me; you do still fancy me don't you?"
"Of course I do," I reassured her. Katrina was a knockout, at 34 years old she still looked in her twenties and was forever getting attention from other men, she would often come home from work and tell me how she had been chatted up by male colleagues or clients. I would feel small pangs of jealousy, especially if she admitted that the guy was good looking, but these jealous feelings were overridden by my submissive nature and I would become aroused thinking of my gorgeous wife being hit on by someone else that she found attractive.
I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my iPad, where I found one of the cuckolding and chastity websites that I had been regularly visiting. Opening up a page giving women advice on the benefits of cuckolding their husband and keeping them in chastity, I handed the iPad to Katrina and told her to have a look, while I got out of bed and went for a shower. Returning to the bedroom about 15 minutes later, I found Katrina still surfing the site and after a while she closed the cover and put the iPad back onto the bedside table.
"Well?" I asked, "Did you read it?"
Katrina said she had, but changed the subject quickly. I attempted to reopen the subject but she just told me to let her think about it, that she wanted to give the whole idea some thought. I didn't want to put her off by being too pushy so I dropped the matter and decided I would just wait and see if she brought it back up herself. We had sex most days that week but whenever I went to speak, she would 'shhh' me, her eyes closed as if enjoying her own thoughts.
Nothing further was said on the topic for the next few days and I thought that Katrina had probably dismissed the idea. It wasn't until I got home on the Friday afternoon that Katrina met me at the front door with a wicked smile on her face and handing me a beer, told me to come and sit with her in the lounge.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Katrina reached over and rubbed my thigh as she moved closer to me. My eyes were drawn to her smooth legs as her skirt rode up slightly, feeling myself get aroused in anticipation; I knew the look in her eyes and was certain that she was in a horny mood.
"Remember what we talked about at the weekend, what it was you wanted me to do?"
Of course I did, it had been on my mind almost permanently since!
"Well, I have some surprises for you," she said, her hand moving from my thigh to my groin and rubbing my hardening cock over the material of my trousers.
"You said you wanted me to take a lover, to offer myself to another man? Well all week I've been thinking about it and I think, no, I know I have someone."
My cock was now solid. "Who?" I asked, my mind reeling as to who the man could be. "Do I know him, are you serious?"
"Well, his name is Steve and no, you don't know him, but I did tell you about him a few weeks ago, he was the one who asked me out for a drink after work. The black guy, remember?"
Now I remembered, Katrina had told me how this Steve guy had hit on her over lunch and even though she had declined, explaining she was married, he had still continued his efforts to seduce her. I had loved hearing about this, it was made even more exciting because he was black, my mind working overtime as I imagined her beautiful pussy being stretched wide by a well hung black guy.