My whole world changed one Saturday night.
When I woke up that morning, it appeared to be typical, but little did I know I'd be in for the experience of my lifetime that same night.
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A little backstory. My wife, Alyssa, was a very hot wife, but she dressed very conservatively. She had 34D tits, but never wore shirts that showed off even the tiniest peek of her cleavage. I continued to push her to show herself off more, but up until recently, she'd mostly ignored me.
I'd long been mentioning the idea of cuckolding me, but my wife was very reluctant of the idea. She had the typical reservations—how would it affect our relationship and having a mysterious guy inside of her. Slowly, she started to play along in the bedroom, but she continued to say, "This is as far as it will go" and "I'm only doing this because I love you."
Things had started to shift, lately, as she'd become a lot more dominant than normal. Her new favorite thing was to get herself off in front of me, but not allow me to cum. Other times, she'd allow me to cum while she laid there talking about how much better her vibrator was than me. One time, she told me I didn't cum quick enough and made me pull out of her.
Her dominance was displayed when she surprised me with a cock cage. She told me my cock was no longer under my control—it one hundred percent belonged to her. She wouldn't lock it often, but when she did, I knew she meant business. That, again, stayed in the bedroom as she'd never lock me up when we were out in public.
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Saturday night started out fairly normal—we had dinner reservations (which was common) and I'd always shower first. While I was in the shower, Alyssa started to put her plan into motion.
When I got out of the shower she said.
"I put something on the bed for you. I want you to wear it tonight."
For those few seconds, I was wondering what she'd put out for me. I'd told her I wanted to know what a thong felt like, but she didn't appear to be interested. I thought, 'Could tonight be the night? Did she buy me a new outfit?'
When I walked into the bedroom, I saw it was my cock cage. I was instantly excited because I knew it was a big step for Alyssa. My average sized penis, six inches long when erect, immediately became fully erect as I knew it was going to be a fun night.
After the excitement wore off, I was finally able to lock myself up and finished getting ready as I waited for Amy to get out of the shower. I had many questions.
When she got out, she asked.
"Have you locked yourself up?"
I immediately answered.
"Yes."
I felt trapped but also very aroused. I knew it was a big step for her and I wondered what else she was going to do. I mostly wondered if she'd allow me to cum that night or if it'd be another night I'd have to get her off without getting to cum myself.
"Good, you're about to be in for a very fun night. I need to be in full control of your cock all night and, if you're a good boy and well behaved, you will be rewarded."
Something was definitely different about her that night. While she'd been dominant before, she was never that dominant. It'd turned me on more than I could handle, and the night hadn't even started!
"Now that you're going to obey me all night, come over here and pick out something for me to wear under my outfit. I bought a new outfit for tonight, but I want you to pick out my lingerie. That way, you can think about it all night as your cock presses against the steel of the cage."
I immediately ran over and started going through her underwear drawer. I picked out a red, lace, very sexy thong and bra set. Amy had worn them in the bedroom a few times, but never out of the house. If I could get her to wear them, I knew we'd be in for a special night.
"Are you sure? I'm wearing a white blouse tonight, so everyone will be able to see."
I immediately said.
"Yes, I'm sure! You know how much I've wanted to show you off so this is perfect."
She finished getting ready and we were off to the restaurant. All I could think about was what was going to happen. My cock was in a cage and my conservative wife might as well have been wearing only a bra because you could clearly see it through her shirt.
She also left a few buttons open, for the first time, so you could see directly between her tits. I couldn't stop staring, which was only making my cock throb harder as it was stuck from getting fully hard.
Everyone checked out Alyssa as we walked into the restaurant. I couldn't blame them because she was extremely hot and the way she was dressed was definitely asking for attention. I tried to make small talk throughout dinner, but I was as nervous as if it was our first date. My wife, who was completely in control, continued to tease and torture me, but would stop before she'd get me too aroused.
When the final bill came, my wife told me to get it, which was weird because we shared a credit card.
As I was paying, she asked.
"Are you ready for the fun to really start?"
Puzzled, I looked at her and said.
"Fun? As in, back at the house?"
"No, silly. I thought we'd go to a bar. You're locked up so it's not like you can do anything to me anyway. Besides, I dressed up tonight so I don't want to go home to not get fucked."
A lot of thoughts immediately rushed into my mind—'Who's this lady whom I thought was my wife? Is this just her teasing me all night and we'll be home in an hour? Would she really want to show herself off to more people?'
My voice started to shake with nervous excitement.
"Yes, let's go to a bar. We can dance and you can continue to tease me."
She immediately said.
"Oh, I'll continue to tease you, but I won't be dancing with you."
I almost came in my cage right then and there. She was my wife, but after many months of asking her to hit on other guys, that night was the night. Was I ready for it? Would she really go through with it? I tried to enjoy the moment, but I was already picturing her dancing and grinding with another guy.
She gave me one "out".
"This is the only chance to get out of this. If you aren't comfortable, we can go home, I will unlock you, and I'll let you fuck me, but never again will I lock you up, never again will you talk about me cuckolding you, and we will move on. If you want to go to the bar, I will not stop until another guy has satisfied me. You don't have a say after we leave here."
I must've screamed as my excitement came flying out of my mouth.
"Yes! Let's go through with it!"
"Good. I was hoping you'd say that. Especially since you picked out what another guy will get to take off of me."
When we arrived at the bar, I was trapped—done for.
I was told.
"Go sit on a barstool and don't move unless you're told to do so."
I couldn't talk to her. She immediately went onto the dance floor and had her pick of guys. She wasn't there for a minute before a flock of guys had approached her. Some were aggressive and tried to grind on her while others tried to introduce themselves. I was helpless on my barstool, but I'd done it to myself.
My wife narrowed her flock down to one guy and, by the time I came back to reality, they were getting pretty hot on the dance floor. She was bent over, which gave him a great view of what he might expect later, and had her beautiful ass pressed into his crotch.
At one point, I saw her reach back to feel his, what I imagined, rock-hard cock. She was teasing both him and me at the same time.
Since my wife had started it, he was getting a little frisky himself. Since her back was to him and her ass was pressed against his cock, she arched into him and welcomed his hands as he started to run them up her body and grabbed her tits.
I was even enjoying the show from a distance.
After what felt to be an eternity, my wife finally came back over to me. I figured she'd had her fun and we were going to go home.
She asked.
"Are you enjoying yourself? Are you ready to go home?"
