The next day there was a whirlwind of activities. Kristin planned to meet John at 8 o'clock that evening. David got into the shower when he woke, trying to see if a cold shower really did work. It didn't. He then spent most of the day helping Kristin with one little task or another. Some were fun, some were not.
He booked a room at a luxury hotel near downtown. Kristin was going to take a ride sharing service to the hotel that evening. She had insisted that it was not a 100% sure thing that she and John would really have sex, but David knew they would, or much to his amazement, hoped they would. His feelings were undeniable he thought, he wanted this to happen, that he could not deny. He honestly hoped John would fuck his lovely wife that evening. His throbbing cock, tucked safely away in the chastity device confirmed this thought.
As weird as it felt to call and pay for a hotel room so that another man could fuck his wife. He had been hard the entire time he was on the phone. He had tried to do it online but had to talk to a customer service agent to be sure that he paid for everything upfront. Kristin had requested that he pay for the room. She thought it would be a fun way to turn him on, having to pay for the room, while John and Kristin got to have the fun.
"So, you will not be present at check in?" the woman had confirmed when they spoke.
The question embarrassed him even though she had no way of knowing that his wife would be using the room to get fucked by another man, with her husband's consent. He knew that there was no deeper insinuation in the question, but he still felt strange, a tingle in his balls if he were being honest, as he pictured Kristin all dressed up, flirting with John, as they got their key cards. He knew the desk clerk wouldn't know, or couldn't know, but he thought about the desk agent smiling as she watched Kristin and John walking toward the room, knowing exactly why they were there.
Later that day Kristin called him to the bedroom. Of course he dropped what he was doing to oblige her request. She smiled when he walked into the bedroom, patting the seat where she sat in front of her makeup mirror.
"I love you," she said, a lustful look of desire in her eyes.
"But if you aren't ready, we can wait," she continued.
"Not forever," she quickly added.
"I do need this," she honestly confessed.
"I was OK with this little guy," she went on, playfully grabbing his chastity cage.
"But now that I have flirted with guys, talked to them, and I have come to understand your feelings, I do need this."
She smiled instantly, seeing David vigorously shake his head in denial.
"Please don't," he stammered.
"Please don't call this off on my account."
"That's all for now sweetie," she said, dismissing him, turning back to her makeup table.
"I'm so glad you WANT me to do this," she said as he walked away, placing emphasis on want.
He looked back in dismay, but she smiled softly, blowing him a kiss as the slightest hint of a smile reached his face. He quickly turned in embarrassment and left the bedroom. She smiled to herself, loving to push his limits, not making him say he wanted this to happen, but showing him this with undeniable clarity if he were honest with himself.
"I'm getting in the shower," she yelled a while later.
David sat, unable to concentrate on anything but what lay ahead for him that evening. He knew she did that on purpose, making it seem like he was the one who wanted this. He knew beyond any hint of a doubt that she wanted this as bad or worse than he did. But as he sat there, listening to the shower run, he had to admit to himself at least, that yes, he really did want this to happen.
He did want this. He wanted it with every fiber of his being. It made little sense to him, in the moment, but he could not deny how hard he was as he pondered the next few hours. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this would impact his marriage, and relationship with Kristin, the only girl he had ever truly loved.
"Sweetie," he heard her call a bit later, and, smiling to himself as he did, he rushed to see what she needed.
"Get undressed, I need some help," she said, popping her head out of the shower.
His pulse was racing as he hurried into their bedroom and quickly undressed. He knew there was no way he could be this lucky, but his cock ached in the cage.
"Yeah sweetie," he said, breathless with anticipation, as he opened the shower door.
She was seated on the bench in their walk in shower, her legs spread.
"On your knees," she ordered, pointing to a wet towel placed in front of her on the shower floor.
He knelt down in anticipation. He couldn't even touch her yesterday, she kept teasing him relentlessly about that. Now she wanted him to lick her pussy he thought in delight, trying to ignore his once again rock-hard cock. If only that fucking cage was a bit bigger, he thought.
"Not that," she said, trying to hold back a chuckle.
"But it's cute that you still hope."
"No sweetie. I want you to shave me."
David shyly smiled, feeling humbled. He had wondered why she would want to do anything with him when she was going to be with John that evening. The thought felt like a punch to the gut. He truly felt like a cuckold. This was far beyond a fantasy now. He was naked in the shower with his wife, and he had no chance at any sexual intimacy. He couldn't even touch her, or himself, for that matter. The reason for this was mind blowing. The girl he loved, his wife, who had promised to be faithful to him forever, was going to be with another man tonight.
As much as that thought filled him with dread, it also filled him with the most intense sexual desire. He really did want this to happen. He came to this undeniable realization on his knees in the shower, as he carefully shaved his wife's beautiful pussy for the enjoyment of another man. He truly wanted Kristin to have sex with John tonight.
"Oh, baby that feels good," she spouted out, shivering as the razor glided over her smooth skin.
David knelt down, slowly guiding the shaver, checking for smoothness, giving Kristin a shiver of delight as she thought ahead to this evening, being alone with John, as they touched and caressed each other, their primal needs taking over.
"OK, no cheating, that isn't for you, not yet anyway," she said, her thoughts returning to the present.
"Up you go," she said, playfully patting him on the head.
"Such a good little cucky."
A while later he was sitting in the living room when she called for him again. Once again, he rushed to see what she wanted. He hated that he did that, but he couldn't help himself.
"Which one," she asked, holding two dresses on hangers.
The black one was new, he knew that, she had modeled it for him, but the red one looked really hot, more sexy than slutty. He knew John was anticipating getting laid, so it wasn't like he needed to be convinced.
"The red one," he said, unable to hide his smile.
"Okay," she replied, drawing out the word.
"Is that smile because you know the 5-inch heels go good with this?" she asked, her brows raised.
"No, no, I just like it," he responded quickly.
"Why," she asked, a sly smile on her lips.
"It just, I just. Well, I think it makes you look really hot," he confessed, instantly turning red.
"Thank you, sweetie," she said, smiling brightly.
"And you think the heels will look ok?"
"Yeah," he replied, a shy smile spreading widely across his face.
She seductively turned and went back to what she was doing, effectively dismissing him. She was finishing her make-up and dressing for what seemed like hours to David. He couldn't sit still, he couldn't think. His wife was going to meet a man, for real. He knew that she would be getting fucked by another guy, not just some random guy, a guy she had met for this specific reason. Even with all these thoughts racing around in his head, his cock was throbbing.
"How do I look baby?" she asked, emerging from the bedroom at around 7 o'clock.
"You look really hot," he bashfully admitted.
She motioned him to the back deck where she took out a joint and lit it. She took a long drag before handing it to him.
"I guess I'm a little nervous," she finally confessed, as they smoked the joint.
"I will be back later," she said a few minutes later, as they waited for her ride to arrive.
"I don't know how long I will be, but I will be back tonight, ok?"
"Yeah," he nervously replied.
"I love you Davey, thank you for this," she said, as the headlights of her ride shown in the windows.
The feel of her tongue on his own was magical as she said goodbye. He had never felt so much love and passion for her, or for anyone. His cock was absolutely throbbing as he held her close, but he wanted nothing more than for her to go and see John tonight. It was the most surreal feeling to hold the girl he loved so tightly, so close, all the while hoping that John would satisfy her unmet sexual desires.
"I love you, Kristin. Have fun tonight," he said, looking into her eyes.
"I love you too Davey," she said, turning to leave.
He felt a rush of emotions as she turned, the 5-inch heels clicking on the hardwood floors, then on the sidewalk as he peered out the window to watch her walk away. She did look hot, John was going to fuck her, that much he knew for certain. And this was what David truly wanted to happen this evening.
He knew he should be upset, but he wasn't. He was uneasy for sure, but he was turned on too. He wasn't rock hard, but getting there. He just seemed to be floating, he felt every possible emotion, but like he was on the periphery, and could see himself reacting to what was happening.
He just sat for a while, pondering. She had gotten there, she texted him to let him know, but he had been watching the app anyway and had seen her arrive. That was 10 minutes ago. She would be at the bar now, laughing, flirting with John, half stoned already.
"Oh fuck, what are you doing," he said aloud to no one.
This just would not stop; it would not go away. He would be rock hard one second, throbbing, willing to do anything for release, then it would go away and he would feel utterly embarrassed. What if someone found out? How would he go to work if people knew he wanted his wife to fuck other guys? He paced, he thought, he paced some more.
She had arrived at 7:45, it was now 8:10, he thought in dismay as he looked at his watch. It hadn't been half an hour. He looked around the house for something to do. Then, like magic, it came to him. Kristin hated cleaning the refrigerator, she loathed doing that, and it definitely needed to be done, so to pass the time he began doing it himself.
He got so caught up in doing the refrigerator that he lost track of time, but only temporarily. It was not lost on him that he was home doing housework while his wife was having a consensual sexual experience with another man. He really was a cuckold he thought, a fact that moved him in a way emotionally. He was finally himself he thought.
It was barely 10:30 when he finally closed the clean refrigerator. Unsure of how to keep his mind occupied, he tried looking at social media, but all he could think of was Kristin. There was absolutely no doubt now, she was having sex with John.
The realization of this fact was another moment that would affect the dynamic of their marriage and overall relationship forever. There was no closing this door once it had been opened. But the truth was, even in this moment when he was questioning everything they had done, his emotions frazzled, he was still glad that they had taken this step. At least he was for now, he thought.
He ran around the house, trying to keep himself occupied so he wouldn't dwell on what Kristin was probably doing at that very moment, finally sitting down to rest a little after midnight. It was only a few minutes later that his phone notified him of a text. Kristin typed 'be home in 15 min, love u" and his heart soared. She loved HIM, and that is what mattered.
He paced the floor, back and forth until he saw headlights in the windows. He peaked out to see Kristin walking to the door, barefoot, the sexy 5-inch heels in her hand. Her hair that had been down around her shoulders when she left was now in a pony tail. He met her at the door, and she instantly dropped her shoes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
