This is a cuckold story about a couples "decent" into a cuckold lifestyle. If that kind of story bothers you, please don't read it. I will not be reading your anonymous comments either.
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Marline:
It has been over two weeks since I spent the Friday night in a hotel with Kevin. That night I enjoyed the best sex of my life! My husband David ate a creampie with unbelievable enthusiasm when I arrived home Saturday morning. We have had sex twice since THE NIGHT. David has asked for every detail and he seems to be ready to take the cuckold lifestyle further.
During a conversation, Kevin asked if I had other lovers. When I said no, he cautioned that if I stayed with only him as my lover there could be issues of dependency on my part which would put a strain on my relationship with both Kevin and David.
Our 17th wedding anniversary was coming in a couple weeks, so I talked to David about gifts for the occasion. Since David admitted he masturbated on the Thursday before THE NIGHT (we were not to have any kind of sex from Wednesday till Friday for me and Saturday morning for David) I had a plan for gifts.
David gave up his rights to my pussy when he agreed to this new lifestyle, now I planned to take control of his penis with a cock cage. I assured David that we would only use the cage on special occasions of denial and never for more than four days. We measured David for a stainless-steel cage that was to be delivered in three to four days. We also ordered a hotwife bracelet for me to wear on my right ankle when we go out looking for a new lover for me. I ordered the first trinkets to attach to the bracelet, Kevin's initial's KJ. Also, I will attach the key to David's cock cage to the bracelet when David is locked up.
David:
I am adjusting to the cuckold lifestyle with Kevin as Marline's lover; however, the thought of going out to find another lover scares me. However; Marline seems very comfortable with a plan she has.
Marline:
On the day of our anniversary (Tuesday) we exchanged our gifts. David opened the box with the cock cage and looked baffled by the pieces in the box. I suggested we put it on and see if David could tolerate it for a few days. The first thing we were instructed to do is trim or shave the pubic hair on David's genital area. We got a towel and shaving supplies and started at it. In no time we were giggling and laughing. It seems David is quite sensitive down there.
After shaving we had to pass his balls (one at a time) through the ring then we were faced with "little peter" standing erect in front of David. The instructions had ideas on how to deal with this, we chose to make David cum.
Once "peter" was soft the rest of the cage went into place very nicely. David looked so hot, in a strange way, standing there with his cock locked up in a cock cage. We applied the pad lock then attached the key to my hotwife bracelet. Wednesday evening we checked and David had no signs of irritation.
Thursday was busy, I went for a hairdo in the am. Stopped at David's work to join him for lunch, then nail polishing and a stop at the drugstore to get some condoms.
We decided to go to the same dinner dance place I visited with Kevin three weeks ago since it is quite far from our home lessening the chance we will meet acquaintances. The host gave us a great table not far from the dance floor.
After a pleasant meal we had a dance (David is not fond of dancing) and I quickly spotted my target. A couple tables over a good-looking guy sitting with another guy was staring at me with a big smile. I smiled back and winked. I told David and he maneuvered to take a look; of course, the guy quit flirting when David was looking back.
We went back to our table and I grabbed my purse to head to the washroom. I passed close to the flirts table; we exchanged smiles and winks. In the washroom, I decided to remove my panties, it feels so sexy to know I am naked under my skirt. Back at our table I pressed my panties into David's hand. I never even got seated and the flirt was at our table asking for a dance. I accepted and looked at David; he smiled and nodded.
As soon as we arrived at the dance floor Alex asked, "Does that ankle bracelet mean what I think?"
"What do you think?"