Author's introduction: A very dear friend and fellow author here recently contacted me following the publication of my story 'Kidnapped'. She asked me if I realised that I have had stories published that start with every letter of the alphabet except X. This rather contrived title is my attempt to put the record straight. Most of what follows actually happened, although I've written the story as if the events described occurred along a linear timeline. They didn't. And I didn't get to travel to California to meet 'Queen' and her cuckold, 'caged'. Mind you, that doesn't mean to say that I wouldn't have, given the opportunity. 'Never say never' is my motto.
As in all of my stories, all sexual activity described below takes place between consenting adults of at least 18 years of age. I am grateful to my dear friend for her diligence in pointing out the gap in my works. I hope she, and all of my lovely, loyal readers enjoy this almost factual story. Please consider scoring it, and leave a comment if you can. All authors appreciate feedback.
Richard and I had just celebrated our third wedding anniversary. A lot had changed in the last year. We had joined a swinger group about eight months ago, and for the first time in my married life I knew what it was like to be fucked by a real man sized cock. To say that I was hooked on sex was an understatement.
I was head over heels in love with Richard, and I will always be grateful to him for suggesting that we try swinging. We became a lot more adventurous in our own sex life too, and we both enjoyed going on the internet and looking at porn. It was while we were surfing a particular site that specialised in erotic photography that I spotted a set of pictures that led me to click on the home page of the people who had posted these particular images.
"Look at these " I said to Richard, who was just coming into the small room upstairs that we both used as an office. He put the two wine glasses that he was carrying down and sat next to me.
"What on earth is he wearing on his cock?" I asked, genuinely mystified. "And look at his balls! They're huge, and I'm sure they're not supposed to be that colour."
Richard smiled and passed me my wine.
"It's a chastity cage," he replied knowingly. "Some couples practice what they call tease and denial. If you look carefully, you can see that what he's wearing is locked on with that little padlock, look. It means he probably can't get a full erection, and he can't get himself off either. That's why his balls are so swollen."
As I looked carefully at each of the pictures that this couple had posted on their home page, I became aware of a lovely tingling feeling between my legs. I scrolled down, and I heard Richard inhale deeply. He seemed to be concentrating on one particular photograph,which showed the bottom half of a woman's face.
Her full lips were coated with a very bright shade of red lipstick, and she was holding a thin cigar in her mouth with fingers that were topped with similarly coloured nails.
"Who ever she is, she's a cigar smoker " he muttered hoarsely, and I immediately thought of Richard's Aunty Alice, whom we had met at a family wedding a few months previously.
"Just like your Aunty Alice," I teased Richard. "I wonder if this woman is anything like her?"
"What do you mean?" asked Richard quietly.
"Well you know," I replied with a mischievous grin, "swears like a trooper, drinks like a fish, smokes cigars and sleeps with women."
Richard blushed deeply and wriggled uncomfortably on his chair.
"Aunty Alice is the black sheep of our family," he replied. "I was so embarrassed when she came to talk to us at that wedding. She was pissed out of her head!"
I laughed.
"Yes, she was very drunk," I agreed, "but I seem to recall that later on that night when we were in bed together, we were fucking and when I said I could smell her cigar smoke on your hair, you shot your bolt almost immediately afterwards."
Richard blushed again, and used the mouse to scroll down the page.
"They seem to have adopted a Female Led Marriage," he said, clicking on a set of photographs which showed the woman's bum cheek which sported a tattoo of an elaborate looking key. There was another picture of what I assumed was the same man, wearing a different type of chastity cage. His bum cheek was also tattooed. It read
"Owned by", above an image of a crown but the name of his Owner had been pixelated out.
"Bloody hell!" I giggled, "they're into this in a big way, aren't they? I wonder how they cope if either of them has to go to the doctor for an examination?"
"Look at this one," Richard chuckled, scrolling down the page even further. He clicked on a photograph which showed another image of the man's cock. It was a wider image, so that it could be seen that he was completely shaved above his chastity device.
On one side of his groin was a tattoo of a lock and on the other side he had been tattooed with the words 'Negata est voluptas' in copperplate letters.
"What the hell does that mean?" Richard asked. "I didn't do Latin in school!"
"Me neither," I replied, taking the mouse out of his hand and using it to open a new screen. I pulled up Google translate and typed the words in. When the translation came up, we both looked at one another and burst into laughter.
"Bloody hell! 'Pleasure is denied'!" I giggled. "This is one very kinky couple. Why on earth would he want to be denied pleasure?"
Richard looked at me soberly.
"Pleasure comes in many guises," he said softly. "You've discovered pleasure in having a nice big cock to give you an orgasm. I get pleasure from knowing you are being looked after in a way that I can't manage. I suppose he gets his kicks from not being allowed to have a proper hard on, and by the look of his balls, he hasn't cum in ages. I bet they're really sore and tender!"
I looked at Richard, who blushed deeply.
"What?" he asked.
