Servicing the Wife

l decided to put this story in 'Loving wives'

I suppose it could go into 'fetish' but also 'reluctance/ non consent', or even 'mature' because of our ages, or 'first time' see my point? Any body with a problem about that, can kiss my fetish!

I am in bed, beside my sleeping wife.

I hardly slept at all, as the sky begins to brighten, my cock is straining again.

But the chrome metal cage it is encased in, prevents it from getting erect, hard, bigger.

This is my life now, and I love it.

Rewind a month.

My wife again complained that I have to control my masterbating, I wake her up of a morning. Most mornings really.

That's when I am horny, and it's the only way I am allowed to enjoy sex, by myself, with myself.

Being married for 30 years has taken it's toll on our relationship.

My wife Wendy has lost the urge, energy, and is just not interested in sex, at all.

One rare morning that she was up early while I was still in bed, wanking, she strode in and sat on the bed beside me.

"Could you stop that please? I have something I need to tell you!" She commanded, with a look of disgust on her face as she looked at my cock in my fist.

"I don't want to have sex with you any more, and you need to stop doing that!" she stated, with that, she got up and walked out.

That softened my cock so fast that I gave up on what I had been enjoying.

I lay there thinking as the blood returned to my brain.

I began to get angry, in fact I think every emotion possible ran through my head. What has happened to our relationship that a wife no longer wanted to share her body with the man that loved her?

That one short statement rocked my whole life. Floored me.

How dare she? I'm her husband, she can't do that to me!

Why? Is this a divorce coming, is she having an affair? What?

I was dumbfounded.

I got breakfast, but we kept away from each other.

I really did not trust myself near her, violence was brewing, I felt it in my whole being, I wanted to lash out, In 40 years I had never touched my wife in aggression, but I wanted to that day.

I felt belittled, angry ashamed, insulted but mostly sad, sad that after so many years of happy marriage with the woman I loved, it had come to this. A total waste of our lives together. I kept remembering all the wild sex we enjoyed together. What happened?

The wild sex, her willingness to give herself to me was one of the things that made me ask her to marry me.

Any woman that allowed, and enjoyed what we did to each other, I needed to hang on to.

I wondered if maybe there was another, but no! We were too close, we did everything together, everything, shopping socialising, we rarely were apart, even though 2 of our male neighbours once admitted to me that they would fuck her given the opportunity, but that was years ago when we were young, and pretty active socially.

We never actually did IT with the neighbours but we did fool around a bit, as you do when there's booze and a pool, but that's another story.

Any way, time went on, and eventually I calmed down a little, after a few weeks I realised that my sex life with her was indeed over, and after admitting, that we all have the right to decide what is appropriate for our own bodies, I grudgingly had to admit that she does have that right to refuse me.

But I also have the right to enjoy sex if I wish, and she does not have any right to stop me. So divorce and look for another? No. not what I want. A secret affair? No.

Masterbating? Yep. The only option that suited me, but I still am angry at her trying to stop me experiencing sex. We're a long time dead, so I want as much as I can get to tide me over, also with arthritis setting in, orgasms are a good way to forget about the constant pain, so I continued abusing my cock each morning. I told her she can put up with it or join me. She put up with it, ignoring my self abuse!

We settled down after a while, accepted each other as we are, she began to understand my needs and came to tolerate my masterbation, and I accepted her decision for celibacy.

But I was missing the intimacy of my wife, the holding hands, sitting together while watching TV, the things couples do. Eventually I exploded in a rant, telling her that I understood her wishes but I'm getting older and want to enjoy my life as much and as long as I could before I die, and including intimacy, cuddling, sex of some description with her.

Again we stopped talking to each other, so I messaged her so she could read and re-read it as much as she liked, as follows.

I know you don't like talking about personal stuff specially sex. But I need relief so I am forced to masterbate, a lot, the pump has increased my size but already I am shrinking back to normal which happens if I stop using it.

But it seems to be keeping my prostate healthy, and relieve the stress of not having sex.

But I can feel your disapproval as you totally ignore me, even not looking at my cock any more. though you know what I'm doing.

Men need release.

I have decided to try a chastity cage, it will stop me from molesting you, by not allowing me to get hard!

I know you are not interested in having sex any more.

It has taken a long time to accept it, but if that is what you want then I have to accept that I will never experience that with you again in my life, and I still love you very much, but I still feel angry that you have taken away my right to have sex with my wife.

But I still need sex in some form. Masterbating relieves that urgency and keeps things working healthy.

I keep thinking of Tony, our neighbour, I do not want to end up with prostate cancer like him, I don't think I could live like that! And I don't want to!

So... I want to try wearing a cage, apparently a lot of husbands do. And their wives hold the key.

You would be in control of-my ability to get hard, in doing so I willingly give control of my cock to you.

It seems strange but by agreeing to do this one thing l feel like you do care!

I want us to try it, you have complete control of when I am allowed free and when I can masterbate.

I would have to ask you to release me for any reason and you can refuse if you wish.

It is actually a form of showing how much I love you by giving myself to you.

From what I have read, it gives me something to look forward to, because at the moment i am very bored with my life, I miss having sex with you, and this is something you may enjoy, control over my pleasure! I will.

usually once a week the wife teases the man to get him stiff, it is supposed to feel good but show that the wife decides completely what happens, and women seem to like having that power over their husband.

To remove the cage and allow me to have whatever relief you wish before putting the cage back on.

It seems like years that I have waited to make love to you, and only now have I come to accept that you no longer want me to show my love in that way ever again.

I love you but I need sexual release in some form, so I give the key to you hoping that you can do this for me.

I want you to control when i am relieved.

The idea certainly gives me a thrill, and i believe this will bring us back closer.

As far as I am concerned the key is yours to do what you wish, and so am I.

I hope you will tease me with it. I really miss you touching me

You can use this as punishment or for my pleasure, up to you, even to get your way over things.

It is what I hope for, I need it.

I need something to show that you love me because

I love you.

Please try this I beg you.

It took a few days, but she did decide to talk.

"I've been thinking, yes I'll try it, you're right it hasn't been fair on you, but this cage thing, you'll have to explain some more, I'm not sure I understand why you would do this." She started.

"Look, we both get something out of this."

I get some form of sex and affection from you, that's all I wanted, and I should eventually stop being so angry at you.

You get an attentive husband, and complete control over me, sort of a lifestyle game, you basically control me and my body, you can use that control for pleasure or punishment, to tease or taunt me." I explained.

"Ok but why the cage? Doesn't that stop you from enjoying yourself?" She asked.

"Yes, that's the point, I get so worked up that eventually when you let me out, the orgasm it so intense it's unbearable, and it plays on my mind that you are the one that controls it, not me, and by continual teasing me, strains my cock in the cage making me beg for release, which you decide whether to, or not, sort of cock teasing." I continued.

"Mmmmm I like that idea, you may regret this you know!" She replied.

"Ok what do we do" she added.

"I've done some googling, you can decide which one you want for me, here." I said as I showed her the various designs, my cock swelling in anticipation.

"Yes, there's plenty to choose from, there this one, it looks like it's too small for you, that should keep you under control"

She said showing me a really short cage, that only allows the glans to be exposed, and in stainless steel.

My cock began to throb at the sight of it and the expression on her face.

Over the next few days we chatted as we waited for it to arrive, my wife had already begun to tease me, she was getting into it, but I wasn't entirely sure it was for the right reason. One morning while I was stiff she remarked. " I think you need to shave down there, completely, all of it. Then show me!"

I did, and returned to her, still in bed sporting a hairless rigid seven inch hard-on.

When the cage did arrive, she commanded me to strip naked as she opened the box and turned it over in her hands.

When she looked up at me standing there naked with a full 7 inch erection, she laughed, holding it up beside my raging hardon.

"Wow, I'm no expert but, seven into one, won't go dear. But it's going to be funny trying." She giggled.

"Are you sure? Once it's on, it stays on!" She threatened.

I nodded. "Yes"

My wife grasped my cock and fitted the base over my balls but no matter how we tried my cock was too stiff to push through the ring.

"Problem. Ok this fellow needs to calm down, do what you do best!" She said.

I stared at her, my cock throbbing with excitement. " what are you..." I tried to ask.

"Masterbate, wank him off for me! We need to empty him to get him to bend!" She ordered.

I stared at her, excited at doing this blatantly in front of her. My cock even harder now, painfully

"Come on, show me your technique, cum for mama" she teased.

Without delay I grasped my cock and began, my brain, drained of blood began to fantasise about the situation, I was getting there when she said. " Here I'll help you" and began to remove her blouse, then her bra, exposing both breasts to me, nipples dark and stiff. She leaned forward.

" Cum on me, you used to pester me to do it before, shoot your cum on my tits so I can lock it up, one last show of strength, there that's a good boy, cum on mama's tits." She ordered.. Oh God I was so horny, I felt it coming, the most intense orgasm of all time. I was so hard it ached, Ordered to wank myself off onto her sexy breasts, another long time fantasy that she never allowed before.

My stomach and leg muscles straining, my cock throbbing, heart pounding as it happened. The first rope hit her square in the face, from then on, I coated her chest with constant ropes of thick white globs of sticky cum, my cock twitching and shooting over and over as my wife took each shot, flinching as she saw it coming, and it did keep coming, all that pent up semen from lack of sex, stored in my balls let loose, now coated my wife. I'm not sure who was more surprised, but when I stopped shooting, it continued to ooze out like lava from a volcano and flow onto The carpet.

Looking at her cum soaked chest, then the carpet, then to me, holding my spent cock in my fist, she said.

"Well I asked for that didn't I? Let's get that thing in his cage before he has a chance to recover."

I moved towards her as she grasped my slippery cum covered cock and forced the glans into the ring and pulled it through, the ring sat snuggly around my balls and base of my cock, then with the cage in one hand and my cock in the other, pushed the glans into the cage, it was a snug fit. Then carefully eased my cock back into my groin, easily as it was flaccid now, with some manoeuvring and pressure she matched the two halves together and slid the key into place and turned it, my cock was enslaved to my wife now, even shrunken as it was, it was a very snug fit, only the glans was outside my body now..

" There, I'm going to clean myself, you had better do the same then clean up your mess here" she said indicating the carpet and sofa.

I took a towel and cleaned my cock, pulled up my pants and cleaned the carpet and sofa, my heart soared, never in my life have I orgasmed like that before, and if that is what I can expect again, then I willingly give my masculinity and my manhood to my wife.

For the next week, she ignored me. Except grinning when she saw my caged knob sitting above my ball sack.

Each morning my cock tried to expand but could not, the sensation was weird but painless, I came to enjoy it. It stayed like that, straining within it's prison for a few hours before giving up and settling down for the day.

Then one day about a week later, my wife suddenly asked.

" So, how's it going, any problems?"

"No not really, it's more comfortable than I thought!" I replied.

"Well we can't have that can we?" And grasped it through my jeans, molesting my steel cage.

My grin soon began to change to lust as my cock responded, it strained within its confines, expanding straining as blood pumped in.

Wendy undid my jeans and lowered my jocks, then continued to tease my cock, the flesh began to fill out between the chrome bars the pleasant sensation began to give way to pain. She pulled downwards on my balls, stretching them while teasing my cock, the pain, mixed with pleasure was bringing me towards a climax. Suddenly she stopped, my orgasm cut short before I could cum. My cock, still hard! But only one inch long, the length of the cage.

" There, that should give you something to think about." She said as she walked off grinning.

I pulled my jeans back up over my constricted and frustrated cock yearning for completion that never came. I went about my day thinking constantly how much I loved this feeling of being used for her amusement.

That was how We lived, whenever Wendy took the notion, she would sexually abuse me, at home as I walked by, at the neighbours home when given the opportunity, even out in public, she would do her best to excite me, keep me on edge, purely for her entertainment. But since that day she put me in the cage, she has not released me. The pressure is mounting, my cock responds quicker lately, I will need to cum soon!

Our neighbour Jenny came over for a coffee and chat one day, she and Wendy are good pals, always together when they have time, Jenny's husband Steve is one of the neighbours that confessed that he would like to fuck Wendy years ago, as far as I know, he never got that chance!

Any way this particular day Jenny, Wendy and myself were sitting at the kitchen table chatting, I noticed that she was acting strangely, and her suggestive attitude seemed to be aimed at me, a knowing smirk on her face, suggestive remarks, finally with Wendy massaging my caged cock under the table with her foot, it dawned on me that Wendy had told Jenny about my restraint, she knew.

That evening in bed I confronted Wendy with my suspicion.

"Yes. I told her, she loves the idea" Wendy admitted. Giving me yet another teasing grope.

"Oh God, she'll tell Steve" I groaned.

" He already knows. He's about to get one too!" Wendy admitted to me with that mischievous grin again.

"She wants to see yours" Wendy added, her hand still teasing me.

"I suppose, At least I'll get some freedom for a while" I replied.

" How do you mean?" She asked.

"While you're showing Jenny the cage, I can enjoy him being free, parole!" I said.

"Oh, No. you are going to model it for her, that guy is not getting parole No" she commanded.

"No,no no. Not going to happen!" I exclaimed.

She pulled on the cage.

"Well if you ever want to be released you will do as I say, and who knows, he may just get parole for good behaviour!"

My cock twitched at the thought of being paraded with my manhood encaged and humiliated in front of Jenny. A rush of excitement at her seeing my enslavement, and humiliation at my symbol of masculinity being caged like a submissive beast.

I may be only a little above average size, but I would rather have Jenny see it in its seven inch glory than the one inch shame. But still it excites me also.

Sure enough, a few days later, Wendy, quite casually said.

" Jenny's coming over soon, I hope you're ready. Stupid thing to say, you're always ready!"

"Before she gets here, lose the jocks" she added.

With a straining cock I went to our bedroom and undressed, put my jeans back on without underwear.

My heart beating wildly with, with what? Excitement, lust, humiliation, shame? YES all of those!

When Jenny arrived, Wendy had me welcome her in, I think I blushed as she looked me in the eyes.

I sat at the table with them chatting about this and that, my coffee gone cold, until. " So Ross are you going to show me your jewelry?" Jenny suddenly asked

"Ah, yes, I suppose so" I stuttered, as I slowly raised up from the table.

Wendy quickly stood, grabbing her chair and dragging it next to Jenny.

"We'll get a good view from here.

Get it off!" She shouted.

As my jeans fell, my tee shirt covered my cock until I stood straight.

"Take your shirt off too." Wendy instructed.

"Wow" Jenny commented as I stood straight.

"And only you have the key?" She asked Wendy.

"Yep" she replied.

"And this is supposed to control him from playing with himself?" "Yep" she continued.

"Is he excited now?" She asked.

I was. I nodded.

"Is it stiff?" She again asked.

"I'm pretty sure it is." Wendy replied.

"Can I see what happens when you remove it?" She added, looking closely.

"Yeh why not, might be fun!" She replied. " Here you do it, here's the key"

My cock throbbed severely.

Grinning Jenny moved swiftly towards me and my straining member, key pointed towards the lock above my cock.

She knelt, trying not to touch my cock she inserted the key, turned. It swelled, as she removed both the key and brass sleeve, the cage shot forward powered by my lengthening cock, the cage still pressed over the swelling glans, she grasped it and worked it off.

My cock swelled to my full 7 inches and pointed skyward, throbbing.

"I've got to get one of these" Jenny murmured, still on her knees in front of me.

Slowly she backed away, the cage still in her hand, the retaining ring still around the base of my cock and balls.

Jenny eventually moved back and sat on her chair, placing the cage in front of her on the table.

Both women staring at my throbber.

" The only problem now, is we can't put the Genie back into the bottle-so to speak!" Wendy said.

"Yes I see the problem" Jenny agreed.

"Watch this." Wendy whispered.

"Ok Ross, paroles over, back inside!" She ordered.

Confused and horny, I asked.

"How? You know it won't go, yet."

I replied.

"Start wanking!" She ordered.

"You're joking, with Jenny..." I stuttered.

"Yep, start pumping big boy." Wendy ordered.

Oh my God, never in my wildest fantasies.

Slowly I grasped my steel bar shaft, it was already throbbing with anticipation. I began to stroke, watching both women watching me.

It didn't take long before I felt that familiar muscle strain in my thighs and stomach as my orgasm approached. My cock was super sensitive, the glans was so hard as my fingers touched over it.