I got home from work early Thursday afternoon around 3 pm. I went into my home office and set up the laptop and answered emails for the next two hours. At 5 pm I got a text from Sue, my wife of more than thirty years, to give her a call, and that it was not an emergency. She was at her private therapy practice office where she had been every day this week. She'd had a grueling patient schedule. Usually, she saw patients three days a week. The other two days were for records management and partner meetings, (she was a partner.) The private practice had been operating for about a year and became remarkably successful. They only saw private pay patients. It had become exclusively a high dollar club. Affluent people with sexual dysfunction issues. They had a rich and sometimes famous clientele, and discretion was bought and paid for. Sue had felt guilty at first, but she had spent more than twenty years as a Social Worker, helping the disadvantaged. Unfortunately, the pay never matched the long hours.
When several of her associates decided to form the practice and extended her a partnership, she all but jumped at the chance. I told her she had done her time and earned it. Now her concern was being able to retire someday. This practice had grown into a massive responsibility. It had both enhanced and deterred our married and sexual lives. Through the practice and some partner/client influences, Sue was always looking to expand our sexual horizons, try new things, and with varied partners, together and separate. I had concerns, and to be fair, so did she. Concerns we were moving too fast, seeking too much, going too far. We had agreed that communication was key. I knew her practice was having an influence. She would sometimes discuss certain sexual situations or difficulties clients were having, without mentioning names of course. As she spoke, she sometimes got excited. She'd rub her throat and chest, like the temperature in the room had suddenly risen. At times this enhanced our own sex sessions. Other times, like if we were discussing one of these situations at dinner, or while relaxing after, Sue would finish the discussion and leave me, saying she had to check on something, or go to the bathroom.
At first, I thought nothing of it, until I noticed she'd be gone too long. I then started waiting a few minutes, then would quietly hasten to find her. I'd quietly approach the partially closed bedroom or bathroom door. Peeking through I'd see her fingering her pussy and rubbing her exposed tits. Her eyes would be closed whispering things like;
"That is so HOT!!! What they were doing. We must try that."
I once, peeking in, caught her fucking one of her dildos. I watched as she stuck it deep into her pussy, whispering and moaning to herself. Viewing this got me excited too. I would stand out of sight rubbing myself, at times jerking off just outside the door. I loved seeing her pleasured, by herself and others. We had spent so many years working and raising a family, putting our own interests aside. I relished our sexual "awakening" for lack of a better term. Sue would then orgasm, trying to keep it quiet, I would retreat from the door and speedily run to the downstairs bathroom to complete my orgasm. Done, I'd head to the TV room or patio where we had previously been and acted like nothing had happened. I had gotten used to seeing her freshly flushed face as she entered the room to sit and make some unrelated comments to re-engage the conversation.
As I sat in my office thinking about this the text message prompt went off a second time, reminding me to call Sue. I hit the button on my mobile phone immediately. She answered on the second ring.
"Hey, what's up?"
"A whole lot I'm afraid Jay."
Sue sounded tense.
"What's the matter?"
"I've had all these clients this week and it's put me behind on my research presentation that's due for the board review tomorrow."
"So, you're telling me you'll be working late tonight?"
"Yes, but I also need your help."
"How can I help babe?"
"I need three test subjects for this. I've gotten two done and need one more."
"You want me to be the third? Does it matter I'm your husband?"
"Not for the purposes of the test. Could you come over to the office? It should take only an hour or so. Then I input the data into the presentation, and we're done."
"Okay, on my way. Be there in about ten minutes."
Thank you, Jay. I really appreciate this."
I was over to her office building in minutes. It was after 5 pm and as I entered and started up the stairs to her office only a handful of people were left in the place. I passed one of her business partners, Dr Franklin. He said hello and shook hands, then went on his way. I went into her office suite; the waiting room was empty. Her office door was only partially opened, so I peeked in cautiously and knocked lightly, not wanting to disturb her in session. Sue was sitting in one of her easy chairs across the office, on the other side of two adjacent couches reviewing her notebook. She motioned me in, smiling, rising to kiss me.
"Jay, thank you so much. I appreciate this. Please close the door."
"No problem babe, you know that."
I flopped on to the couch and laid down.
"So, what's this test all about."
"Well, it's a study concerning women professionals who dominate their relationships with their male partners. Women are becoming more empowered in society, especially in the workforce. This also translates to their home life and how they interact with their partners and children."
"Okay, I get it. Great subject. But I thought our relationship was as equal as we could get, and it has been for thirty-four years."
"Yes of course, but what if that wasn't the case? How would you react?"
"Hmmm, I'm not sure."
"I am. You'd have issues with it if I suddenly exerted dominance in the relationship, taking over everything from finances to the care of the kids to even the bedroom activities, right."
"Oh, I'm sure I would. Except the kids are grown and on their own. Feel free to dominate them. They'd say they didn't notice any change."
"Jay, be serious about this. Are you willing to participate in this part of the study and follow my instructions without question. Can you do that?"
"Depends I guess. Explain all this to me."
"Okay, since I'm a sexual therapist this study focuses on female dominance concerning sex. Specifically cuckolding."
"That's not dominance, that's cheating. Besides, I've seen you fuck other guys. We've agreed, as long as we both know about it."
"Yes, but what if I wanted to control the whole experience? And by the way, it's not cheating if you agree to it. I've had two other couples in this room over the last couple of months. Age range early thirties to mid-forties. All successful, all married, and the wife making more money than the husband. One couple had no trouble with the dynamic, the other did. I need us to break the study stalemate one way or the other. We'll go through exactly what they did, here in this office. Once completed and we leave, we're right back to the way we are, and happy to be. Agreed?"
"Okay, agreed."
I was still unsure of exactly what Sue was getting at, but it would either be fun, boring, or catastrophic, I figured."
"Alright Jay let's begin. Stand up and pull down your pants, underwear included."
I smiled, stood up from the couch and promptly downed my pants. Fun this was going to be, I thought.
"Yes, small cock. I have just the thing for it."
As Sue took notes she reached behind her, and pulled an object that was small and made of clear plastic. It resembled a penis. She held it up and examined it. I knew what it was. A male chastity cage.
"Yes, this will do. Come over here. Oh wait, I almost forgot."
Sue got up and went to her office side door. This led to a small storage room with another door into the main hallway. All the doctors had these so they could come and go from the office without going through the waiting room. She motioned someone to come in. A tall well-built African American guy walked into the room in nothing but his briefs.
"Jay, this is Carl. He's an assistant here at the practice. He'll be assisting us for a while. Remember, this is a study. It means nothing more than that to me. Know we are both about to experience what I hope is pleasurable, but not frequent in our relationship. Now, let me put this on you."
Carl nodded to me. His expression was stone faced and serious. I looked him over. Good looking guy, early forties, most likely, entirely bald, tall, and most notable the large bulge in his underwear. Well, Sue was going to definitely enjoy this. She gave her instructions in a flat dead pan manner, although she stumbled looking at Carl's concealed package.
"Alright, let's just get this on. Jay for the purposes of the study I need to restrain your cock, and both prevent and control your erection. Do you understand?"
I could only nod while I still looked over Carl. I felt the clamping on of this cage around my flaccid but reacting penis as Sue attached it. It wasn't overly tight, or painful, just snug. My balls were free and dangling. Sue locked the cage and put the key on a side table. Carl moved closer to us, Sue in the middle.
Sue, seated on the couch gave my cage a final wiggle, then rubbed my balls.
"Your cock trying to get hard honey? Look at Carl."
Carl's bulge was evident. Sue turned and slowly lowered his briefs, his large hard cock popped up. She grabbed both our cocks rubbing them, looking from his to mine and giggling.
"Oh, Jay my love, you see how this study is about to get really definitive."
Sue turned and took Carl's big cock into her mouth.
"MMMMM, MMMM."
She sucked his cock as if she'd done it a hundred times. Through her guttural sounds she told me to get on my knees. She continued sucking, looking back at me occasionally and smiling. Carl moaned and pushed her hair back, so I had a full view. My cock was straining in the cage to get erect. I loved watching her but would never admit it to her. I wanted desperately to be jerking my hard cock. All I could do was kneel behind her in pain.
