Thirty-Seven Days and a Waeup

Author

Robert_Anthony

wrote a story,

Thirty Seven Days

, which I read, and imagined a different future outcome. I've reread it a few times, and decided that Robert's hubby therein was too much the sub slave to alter his fate. So I had to write something from scratch instead. But Robert's story was definitely the inspiration, so kudos to him for getting someone else to write a story stemming from his original idea. I emailed Robert and got his OK. This basic plot has been in my head quite a while, and I finally decided to let it out.

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It had been three days since Liz found Rob's cock cage and wedding ring flattened together, lying on his note, left on the kitchen table. The short note simply said "Not sure how we got here, but I realized that I don't want to be here anymore. Give me some time without you harassing me to talk, and I will call you when I'm ready. If you don't give me my space, then it will be that much longer before we talk." That was it. Neither name was used in the note. No 'love you' and no signature.

Liz texted twice, and called once, and received nothing in response. She had no idea where Rob was. She wasn't even sure if he was local or had flown back to the project site. She was beside herself, fearing her five-year marriage could be in real danger. Which, on the face of it, seemed unfathomable, since the hot wife outings and subsequent chastity games had been discussed in advance and agreed upon by Rob.

So, Liz honored Rob's request for space and time, but her patience was wearing thin. By mutual agreement, their sexual games were completely unknown to any of their friends. That was one of Rob's strictest requirements. He considered every piece of these games to be private and demanded that they be kept entirely under wraps. That meant Liz had no one to talk to about this sudden departure by Rob. She had gone over their last night together, trying to figure out what had happened that obviously upset Rob so much, and she had found nothing. They had some hot monkey sex, and then some slower mind-melding loving, and nothing seemed to be wrong, or even that different from recent weekends together. Liz was at a loss.

The next day, Rob texted Liz, asking if she'd be home that night. He was ready to discuss their marriage and future together. 'Shit,' Liz thought, this is much more serious than I feared. She quickly replied 'Yes! 6pm for dinner?' to which Rob replied, 'No to dinner; 7pm just to talk. And I won't be staying the night.' The remaining hours of work for Liz were a waste, and she left early to go home to get mentally prepared to talk with Rob.

Rob knocked on the door right at 7pm, and then slowly walked in, announcing his arrival.

"Sweetie, why did you knock? This is your house too, you know."

"Hasn't felt like it since Sunday morning, to be honest. Are you ready to talk?"

"Yes, absolutely. I must admit I've been struggling to keep myself from trying to find you, and I'm at a loss as to why exactly you left me. I thought Saturday night was amazing! I unlocked you, you reclaimed me, which was incredible as always, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Please tell me what upset you so much you left me like that."

"All these kinky things we've been doing stemmed from ME giving YOU more. First, I simply wanted to give you a little freedom to have some casual safe sex with other men, since I was traveling so much and exhausted when I was home. I knew that I was suffering through an intense period of work that had an end-date, and when I brought it up, you seemed to appreciate the gift I was offering to give to you. We agreed to try it during this work project, knowing that we wanted to start planning for children once this project was completed, and I'd largely be at home again. We also agreed that your liaisons would be only when I was gone, and you'd discuss them only with me, and only if I asked. I didn't really want to know the details. Agreed so far?"

"Yes, and I did, do, appreciate the freedom you gave me. I thought we were handling it well."

"WE were. But things changed when you brought my chastity into the mix. You told me that

you'd

read some hot stories online about hot wives that kept their husbands in chastity. It didn't make a ton of difference to me, since I was gone every week, and you were eager to have me home and we enjoyed the unlocking and hot monkey sex that followed. I certainly enjoyed being drained and satisfied each time before you put the cage back on."

"So, Rob, what's happened? I love our games, I have enjoyed the few times I've been with others, and I felt you were OK with that part of it. What happened to make you leave me for three days with zero contact?"

"What happened was I saw your phone light up with a message while you were showering Sunday morning. The message was from Mark."

Liz tried to keep a neutral poker face, but could feel the tension tightening up her facial muscles ever so slightly.

"I saw the notification, so I didn't have to open the message itself. I was surprised he was texting you in the first place, and his comment shocked me. I decided to say nothing and wait and see what you did. Nothing. You said nothing to me about it. And then later that morning, you went to the bathroom, and I checked your messages again. There was no text history with Mark, except for your latest reply, which was 'That sounds so wicked! Let's do it.' So, I deduced that you'd had a text conversation of some length with Mark, had been deleting messages as you went, and ultimately agreed to his initial idea, which I'd seen myself."

Liz felt all the blood drain from her face. She had no idea that Rob had seen any of the text exchange with Mark. This was a disaster.

"I'm so sorry...I was going to discuss it with you later that day. It was just an idea from Mark to spice things up even more. What was the harm in at least discussing it? I never would have done anything without first talking with you."

"Just an idea? From Mark? Was it Mark's idea for you to put me in a cock cage? How many of our rules would Mark's latest idea break? How about only when I'm out of town? How about not too many times with the same guy? How about never in our bed? How about me not wanting to know any of the details? When did this arrangement change from me giving you the gift of a bit of freedom, to your lover taking so much more from me? With your apparent fucking agreement?"

"I'm so sorry, Rob. I never thought about it like that. It just seemed like a natural step, so I thought we could discuss it at some point. Again, I never would have just planned to do it without your agreement after we talked it through. I hope you understand at least that much."

"OK, I accept you would've done nothing without talking to me. But......where was your outrage at his suggestion? I offered you some infrequent sex with others outside our marriage, trying to show you I understood you had needs I was not meeting. This arrangement had term limits, rules to adhere to, and I didn't want to know any of the specifics. Did you honestly expect me to even remotely consider Mark fucking you, in my bed, in front of me, while I was locked up? Exactly how did Mark even fucking

know

I was locked up? And when did Mark become the 'idea guy' in our sexual relationship and marriage?"

"Rob, I get it. I'm so sorry. You're right. I didn't realize how wrong all that really was. I can't believe I didn't see it for what it was. What can I do to make things right? Certainly, Mark is history. What else? I don't want to lose you over this stupidity of mine. Please tell me you're not going to leave me. I would just die if that happened."

"I spent these past few days trying to decide a few things, so here's what I've gotten through so far. I still love you, but I'm extremely disappointed in you. And my trust in you has taken a serious hit. And there's layers to that trust: my trust in you, as a person, and also my trust that you will keep our relationship number one, always. I also feel seriously taken advantage of by your failure to want even more than the pretty amazing thing I allowed you to do in the first place. And betrayed, I got a fair share of that as well. Granted, you didn't go through with it. But you said it sounded wicked, and you told Asshat you'd pursue it. Think that through, Liz. I give you what I thought was a pretty incredible gift, and you let Asshat twist it into something mostly for his ego and my humiliation. And let's not forget he either brought up the cock cage idea, or you told him yourself, and broke our bond of secrecy."

"I really fucked up; I get that now. So where are we? You said you had decided a few things? As long as you're not leaving me forever, I accept whatever punishment or consequences you think are appropriate."

"My big decision was that I wasn't responsible for fixing this mess. You broke us by appearing ready to take even more from me, and then give it to Asshat. I had spent the past thirty-seven days in chastity while away from home. That's clearly over, evidenced by the flattened piece of shit I left for you. I have roughly the same amount of time of five weeks left at the project site. I am taking a red-eye flight there tonight, and I'm not flying home every weekend for the next five weeks. You wanna see me? That's where I'll be. With no cock cage. And probably horny. It's up to you how much we see of each other over the next thirty-seven days. It's up to you to entice me, seduce me, lure me into bed with you. First step will be a clear STD report, as I now don't really trust you always had safe sex with Asshat, or the other guy for that matter."

"Shit, I really screwed the pooch here, didn't I? OK, Rob, I see I have my work cut out for me. I will bring you that STD report next weekend, and if I have to spend the weekend naked on my knees, I will happily do it."

Liz did deliver an 'all-clear' STD report to Rob, and she repeatedly affirmed that she'd used condoms every time with her two other men. Rob re-asserted himself in their relationship as well, having realized his gesture was a bridge too far. The pair had some serious conversations over the next five weeks, with Liz traveling every weekend to meet Rob. It wasn't easy by any means, but they mutually decided to affirm their wedding vows again, with Liz slipping a new ring on Rob's finger in front of the small gathering of friends and family. Rob's successful leadership of the project led to his promotion four months later, and a year after that, Liz and Rob welcomed their first child home.

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Another short one, bugging me to get out. Never say never, as I dislike all cuckold stories where the guy's a wimp, so it was a challenge to write something where the guy was doing the giving, and not a selfish wife taking. Until she did. One reason the original story caught my eye was my parents were married thirty-seven years; I'd like to think my couple here make it that far, surviving some dicey games they played. The phrase "and a wakeup" comes from the Navy, where sailors who know they're leaving the service start counting the days, telling all who will listen "just thirty-seven days and a wakeup." Lastly, this was another quickie, taking three hours to write, and one hour to polish off, write these notes, and to click Submit. If you have an idea, just start writing to get it started and see where it takes you.