by J. C. Wittol
Eventually I drifted off.
I woke a few hours later and went to use the restroom. As I was leaving, I decided to check on the lusty couple. I didn’t have to sneak around anymore, Nicole had made that perfectly clear, and a shiver of cuckold excitement washed through me.
Of course, I grabbed a hand towel before I left the bathroom.
Nicole’s voice reached me before I made it to the bedroom. I peered around the corner, and saw Collin pounding her into the mattress. She was on her stomach, her head buried in a pillow, and her hands braced against the headboard.
He supported himself by his arms, while his hips thrust into her hard and fast. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin, and his torso glistened in the low light. Corded muscles moved under his skin, and outlined themselves after each thrust. Nicole moaned and whimpered, completely at his mercy, and loving every second. She made sounds I’d never heard before. As if on autopilot, I knelt at the foot of the bed, and stared mesmerized, as Collins cock slid in and out of her pussy. Her pussy lips stretched tight around his gleaming granite shaft. I was still surprised he could fit inside her, because his cock was so thick. It glistened with their combined juices.
I slid my boxer shorts down and started stroking myself.
Earlier tonight, after I came inside Nicole, I had second thoughts and seriously doubted the compromise I made with them. Now as I watched him fuck my wife senseless, those thoughts disappeared completely. My lust and desire had taken over again and I loved watching them together.
Collin gave a low groan, pushed inside Nicole, and held himself there. His heavy balls jerked as his cum flowed into my wife. She reached back, grabbed his hips, and pulled him into her. It was an awkward position for her, but it showed just how much she loved his cock. After several long seconds, he pulled out and rolled onto his side.
He noticed me at the end of the bed. “Hey, Nick. We didn’t wake you did we?”
Nicole looked over her shoulder at me and smiled tiredly. “Sorry baby, we tried to keep it down.”
“No, you didn’t wake me. I had to use the restroom.”
She moved onto her back, and motioned me forward with a smile. “Since you’re here; why don’t you come over here and sooth my pussy?”
The dirty talk from Nicole excited me even further. I can’t explain why. It’s just that hearing those words come from her normally proper mouth, sent shockwaves of electricity through my body. I between her legs without hesitation this time. She pulled my head down into her pussy, and I started caressing her swollen lips. A soft sigh, followed by a low moan washed over me.
I loved it.
A short time later, I returned to the bathroom. Fresh images of my wife and her boyfriend assaulted my brain and after a few short jerk, I blasted the toilet with my own orgasm. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help marveling at our new-normal. It felt weird and amazing at the same time.
Nicole and Collin engaged in some heavy morning-sex, and I watched again, and cleaned her again after they finished. My involvement had been hesitant at first, but no longer, now my role had become normal, even expected. They were kissing when I finished cleaning Nicole, and left to take a shower.
Surprisingly, she joined me under the hot spray. Tired, but very satisfied, we took turns cleaning each other. Collin had left several love bites around her breasts, so I handled her gorgeous breasts with care. She cleaned me as well, and when she was done, she produced a disposable razor. I gave her a questioning looked and received a very naughty smile in return.
“I want to shave your cock and balls.”
“What? Why?”
“Because, I read that it makes wearing the chastity device more comfortable.”
“Honestly, do I have to shave? Aren’t we taking this a bit too far?”
“No, baby. I want you to be comfortable when you wear it, otherwise it could be painful. Also, being shaven makes it a lot easier to keep clean. Now hold still, my little cucky.”
She rubbed some of her own shaving cream all around my groin; it smelled feminine, like strawberries. I hadn’t seen her carry it in here, but now that I looked, I realized she’d put it at the end of the bathtub.
I gasped and held my breath.
Having a razor, even a disposable one, near my junk felt supremely…awkward. I’ve never been a real hairy guy, so it went quickly. She used short, sure strokes, and rinsed the blade frequently. I held my breath once again as she got to my balls. The razor moved smoothly over my skin, and before I knew it, I was completely smooth all over.
I glanced down and a thought flashed through my mind before I could stop it.
I look like a boy!
Now free of pubic hair, my cock appeared marginally larger. She rubbed baby oil over my groin, and of course, I grew hard. I’m sure it had to do with the novelty of Nicole shaving me, or maybe it was the fact that she kept holding my cock; either way I was rock hard. Another smile, this one loaded with an expression I couldn’t identify, and then she grabbed the baby oil. She stroked me to an orgasm in record time, and allowed me to finish all over her breasts.
A few more minutes to clean up, and then we dried each other off. My clothes were still in the master bedroom, so Nicole and I donned robes and walked over.
“Why don’t you lay back on the bed baby?”
She held up the black pouch, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously. “You want to put that on me now?”
“Why not? You’re already shaved, so it’s as good a time as any.”
“Honey, I thought we’d do that at home,” I objected. “Y’know, just you and I. Alone. By ourselves.”
She laughed and patted my chest. “After last night, we don’t have many secrets from Collin.” She walked over and pushed me back on the bed. “Besides he knows all about it, and he won’t be holding a key, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”
With no options left, I opened my robe. As I lay back, I felt terribly exposed. Naked, shaven, and laying on my back with my legs open. Nicole emptied the contents of the pouch onto the bed. I heard the clicking sound of plastic pieces, as my wife assembled the chastity device. She used the largest rings, which offered the most room possible. Smaller rings were also included with the chastity device, so that it fit a range of cock sizes.
A cold sensation around my nuts caused me to gasp. My heart kicked into over drive, and the internet research I’d done echoed in my head.
She slipped the largest ring around my scrotum. This ring served as the anchor. It prevented the device from moving upwards when, or if, I attempted to get an erection. She attached another piece that went on top of the ring and it had holes on either side of it that would allow little posts to push through and secure the big ring to the rest of the device.
She tried a few different spacers until she got the right one. The spacers allowed for room between the base ring and the actual chastity tube that secured the penis. Depending upon the size of the penis, larger or smaller spacers were available.
I watched this with trepidation, but also a little amusement. Nicole giggled as she worked, and she flashed me countless excited smiles. She showed me each piece before she attached it. Since I had just had an orgasm, I was completely flaccid, and everything seemed to slide right into place. The last piece was the most difficult. Even flaccid, Nicole had a hard time getting me inside that little tube.
Nicole tried Q-tips….ouch!
Baby oil came next…total fail.
After the tube slipped out of her hand for the third time, colorful language filled the air. She was still cursing when she left to clean her hands and the tube.
Finally, she struck gold with a new idea. Stockings!
Stockings or hose, I’m not sure of the difference. She grabbed one of her stockings and put the open end around my penis. Then she threaded the other end through the hole at the end of the chastity tube. She positioned my stocking-covered penis at the entrance to t
he chastity tube and paused; she gave me a quick smile.
With painstaking care, she pulled her stocking through the end of the chastity device. The stocking gripped my penis, and pulled it into the tube. A gasp burst from me, because of the alien sensation. Nicole continued to pull on the stocking, until it exited the tube, leaving my cock fitting snugly inside the plastic tube.
Voila’. Success!
Nicole connected everything together, grabbed the lock and a positively evil smile appeared on her face. She attached the lock to the chastity device. Her eyes rose from the plastic prison until they met mine, we stared at each other for a several seconds, before she rose and our lips met.
Click!
The sound of the lock snapping closed echoed in the room.
Our lips pressed still pressed together, my wife locked my cock in the chastity device. Nicole stepped back and admired her handiwork. She motioned for me to stand. When I got to my feet, I felt the weight of the chastity device. It didn’t weigh very much, being made of plastic, but it was just enough to focus my attention.
My mind searched for an accurate description.
The chastity device wasn’t painful, and it didn’t pinch. The base ring sat securely around my scrotum, and pulled my cock downwards. Secure. No way, I’d be able to get an erection. Nicole motioned for me to walk, and after a few turns around the room, I knew it wouldn’t interfere with normal activity. My cock and balls swayed a bit, but otherwise they didn’t move any more than normal.
“Well?”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt, but it does feel a bit weird.” I paused. “I’m just hyper-aware of my junk.”
She laughed and clapped her hands. “We did it!”
I couldn’t help laughing with her.
“Let’s show Collin!”
“Wai-.”
She darted into the bathroom before I could stop her. He’d been showering for most of the process, but he’d apparently finished and started shaving. He was wiping shaving cream off his face when he stepped into the room. I couldn’t have been more mortified.
My face had caught fire. I’m sure of it.
“Wow. That’s quite a fashion accessory you’ve got there.” His face held no disapproval or derision, only a mildly humor expression. “It doesn’t hurt you does it?”
“No, it just feels weird.”
“Cool. It looks good on you, man.”
He gave me a light punch on the shoulder before disappearing into the restroom. A strong sense of relief and gratitude washed through me. No sarcasm, no humiliation, Collin treated this new development with only casual interest.
Nicole gave me a big hug. “I love you, baby.”
I kissed her. “You better.”
I can’t get hard!
My cock is locked!
I’m in chastity!
Those thoughts ran through my mind, a scratched record playing the same verse to an empty room. Part of me kept thinking it had to be a dream, but the constant weight around my junk felt all too real. I parked my ass on the bed, still in my robe, and studied the plastic cage securing my cock.
No pain. No discomfort.
The plastic prison made me hyper-aware of my cock and balls, but it didn’t hurt. I kept taking deep breaths to steady myself. It was surreal. Second thoughts pounded inside my head, and a tinge of fear surrounded my heart. At the same time however, it seemed deliciously kinky. An internal tug of war stretched my emotions until I couldn’t be sure of my true feelings.
Whether it was the loss of control, or being at the mercy of Nicole and Collin, my cuckold engine started revving. Blood rushed into my cock, and immediately I felt the chastity device grip my ball sack. An erection was impossible, but I suspected my little prison wouldn’t hesitate to inflict pain. Abruptly, I forced my brain to focus on something else.
Football! I thought feverishly, nothing sexy about football!
Another deep breath.
Thinking about my situation was only going to make it worse. I got dressed and went to the kitchen. Mercifully, the coffee pot was full and I helped myself. The chastity device was surprisingly easy to wear under clothing. Even sitting down presented no problems, and only required a little adjustment. Barely noticeable when I sat, I think I was able to see it because I knew I was wearing it. I was confident that it would go unnoticed in most of my clothes, except gym clothes. Cycling was out as well, because this thing would stand out if I wore my spandex bike shorts.
The coffee was excellent and I sipped it slowly, enjoying the silence. Nicole and Collin were still in the bedroom, and I couldn’t go in there wearing the CB. Arousal would surely follow me. I called the sitter and checked on the girls, everything was fine and the sitter was getting ready to head home. My oldest let me know everything was all right, and they had started on their chores. I told them we’d be home shortly, and we’d do something together. The excitement was evident in my oldest daughter’s voice. I knew she had something in mind for today. I hung up with her, got a fresh cup of coffee and retrieved the paper from the hallway.
The financial section caught my attention. I read an article about how long the bull market had lasted, and that it was likely to end soon. The article made a lot of sense and it seemed like a good idea to take a more careful approach to investing over the next several months. I made a mental note to check our 401k’s, and see if we should move some more money into cash. It also occurred to me that I should ask Collin. He did this sort of thing for a living.
A little gold key hit the table. Startled, I jerked in my chair, and looked up to see Nicole and Collin smiling at me. They looked good together. Nicole winked at me and motioned at the key.
“You forgot to ask for your key.”
She slid into the seat next to me, picked up my hand, and kissed it gently. Wearing only her bra and boy-short, cheeky style panties, I felt my cock stiffen. A knowing smile creased her face; she knew the effect she had on me. Collin moved around the table and headed for the coffee cup. His priorities were clearly in the right place.
“Thank you, honey.”
I considered putting the key on my key ring, but immediately discarded that idea. It was an unusual key, and it was likely to prompt questions. I slid the key into my pocket and took another sip of coffee. I glanced at Nicole again, and noticed the necklace that I bought from James Avery. She was also wearing the ring from James Avery that now signified our marriage. She saw where I was looking and kissed me on the cheek.
“Our wedding rings are in my purse. I’ll put them on when we leave.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She paused and let her head fall back a bit, as her hands brought her necklace out from under her shirt. Dangling at the end of her necklace was her copy of the chastity device key. She smiled over at me. “I’d like to wear my key to your Chastity device around my neck, if that’s okay.”
“Sure.” I paused. “But what are you going to tell folks who ask what the key opens.”
She giggled. “It’s so naughty isn’t it?” I felt my face get hot, and nodded in agreement. “I was going to tell them that it opens Pandora’s Box.”
Collin laughed as he took a seat across from me. His smile greeted both of us from across the table and he took a sip of coffee. “That’s funny. It also happens to be true, in a weird kind of way.”
He raised his coffee cup to me, and we toasted Nicole’s sense of humor. I was surprised at his response, I half-expected jokes and a little humiliation, but he acted as though nothing had changed. His behavior made a difference in how I looked at wearing the Chastity device. If he had been mean, or malicious, or even sarcastic, I would have taken it off already. Then it occurred to me that he probably knew that, and that’s why he was so accepting. I shook my head, I could spend days going around in circles, thinking this way. He was being cool about it and that was enough for now.
I told the two lovebirds about my discussion with the girls, and Collin mentioned that he
had a full day as well. We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, and Collin and I got into a deep discussion about the financial markets. We went deep into the weeds, and I was surprised at his depth of knowledge. He spoke easily and confidently about the stock, bond, and commodities markets and their potential direction in the near term. Because of our discussion, I decided to move some of our 401k into cash.
When we finished breakfast, I called the front desk to have our car brought around. Nicole asked me to wait for her downstairs. I nodded and shook Collins hand before heading towards the door. I took a quick look over my shoulder, and saw Nicole in Collins arms, kissing him passionately, while his hands roamed over her ass. Once again, my cock stiffened inside the plastic cage, and I felt the ring around my scrotum tighten.
I hurried out of the suite.
The challenge with being on the top floor is that it takes forever to get to the bottom floor on busy days. As I rode the elevator down and exchanged small talk with folks, I kept expecting their eyes to focus on my waist. The weight around my junk made me feel as though I must have a huge bulge. Casually glancing down, I was relieved to see that there wasn’t any bulge at all.
Nothing. I looked perfectly normal.
The car was ready, I got it started, and more importantly, got the air conditioning going. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long, before she strode confidently out of the sliding doors. She looked gorgeous. She wore the clothes that Collin had purchased for her. They accentuated her figure and managed to be sexy without being slutty. Heads turned in her direction as she walked towards the car. She smiled as she approached, and slid into the passenger seat. I got a kiss on the cheek and we headed home.
We held hands, but didn’t speak. She asked if everything was okay, and I replied that it was, and I had a great time. It was true and despite wearing a chastity device, I was happy with the way things were going. Even wearing my little cage wasn’t so bad. I had the key, so I felt like I was in control of the situation.
