by J. C. Wittol
I was surprised at how good Collin was with kids. He was able to converse easily with Jasmine, but also switch gears and make April laugh. While it was awkward at first, by the time our meal arrived, we were all laughing. He was a hit. Jasmine definitely liked his company, and she laughed at all of his jokes. I also thought I saw the barest hint of a crush forming. I’d speak to Nicole about it later, and if Collin noticed, he didn’t give any indication.
The crab was good, and the girls enjoyed cracking the shells. They were good with the little pincers and it was a fun dinner. We ordered too much dessert. Nicole shared with both Collin and I, while the girls shared their own dessert. She fed Collin a piece of chocolate cake, and while the girls didn’t notice anything, I certainly did. The chastity device pulled hard against my scrotum, and I dug my fingernails into my palm. Dinner finally ended and Nicole and I picked up the tab for Collin.
As we were leaving the restaurant, the girls suggested seeing a movie. Jasmine actually turned to Collin and invited him see the movie with us. After a nod from Nicole and me, Collin agreed and we headed off.
It as a nice night and a movie was perfect.
We picked the latest superhero film and filed into the theater. I sat next to the girls with Nicole and Collin sitting on the other side of me. The girls were captivated and barely took their eyes off the screen. I glanced over at Collin and Nicole occasionally, but they were behaving themselves. Well, for the most part anyway, I did see Nicole squeeze his hand several times and whisper into his ear, but that was it.
The movie was long and it was past 11 pm when it finally let out. The girls were tired and I could tell my youngest was about to fall asleep. I loaded them in the SUV, while Nicole walked with Collin to his car. I glanced at Jasmine.
“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to say good bye to Collin. I’m going to lock the door, so just don’t get out or you’ll set off the alarm.”
She responded through closed eyes. “Sure thing, dad.”
Collin and Nicole were kissing passionately when I stepped up to his SUV. He’d pinned her against his Range Rover, and she looked tiny against his bigger frame. Collin’s hand covered her breast, and she moaned softly into his mouth. I wanted to give them some space, but the girls needed to get home. I cleared my throat as I approached and they broke apart. Nicole’s face was very flushed, an unsatisfied hunger clung to her expression, and she gave me a shaky smile.
“Sorry, baby. How are the girls?”
“The girls are tired and we need to get them home.” I paused and transferred my eyes to Collin. “It was a pleasure having dinner with you. You were definitely a hit with the girls.”
“Thanks. I had a nice time.”
Nicole looked up at him and smiled. I knew she wanted to go back to Collin’s hotel, but the kids came first, and he seemed to understand.
“Go,” he said with a smile, and kissed her briefly. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She put her arm in mine, rested her head against my shoulder, and we walked back to our SUV. I was happy she didn’t suggest staying with Collin. It was further proof that while Collin was her boyfriend, family would always come first. I held the door open for her and helped her inside.
We got home in a few minutes and the girls shuffled off to bed. Nicole handled most of it, while I got undressed in our room. I lit a few candles, took the extra pillows off the bed and made it ready for us to sleep. I brushed my teeth and slid in between the sheets. I was naked except for my plastic cage, and the sheets felt cool and soft against my skin. Memories of Collin and Nicole kept flashing through my mind, and causing my plastic prison to pull strongly against my scrotum.
I tried to focus on something else.
Nicole’s voice carried to me from the bathroom. “Collin was great tonight at dinner wasn’t he?”
“Yes. The girls liked him, and dinner went a lot better than I anticipated.”
I could hear the excitement in her voice. “I’m so happy.”
“Things are going pretty well.”
The bathroom light clicked off and she walked into our bedroom. Completely naked, she stood by the side of the bed. Her necklace gleamed dully in the candlelight, and the chastity device key hung down in the center of her chest. She flung the covers back, and a delightfully naughty smile grew on her face, when she saw I wore only the chastity device. She slid onto the bed next to me.
“Why didn’t you take it off?”
The smile that lit up her face was a little scary, and her fingers played over the clear plastic. Blood rushed into my cock, my heart pounded, and the plastic prison gripped my scrotum tightly.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged and tried to act nonchalant. “I guess because it didn’t hurt, and I got used to it after a while.”
“Is that so?” She ran her fingers over my thigh. “My little Cucky likes have his cock locked away, doesn’t he?”
Her voice became light, playful, and teasing. It drew an even stronger reaction from my caged cock. My head jerked of its own volition, a poor excuse for a nod. It was all I could manage. My erotic prison gripped my scrotum, bringing a twinge of pain now, as my cock tried to expand. I took several deep breaths. Her eyes carefully studied me, her smile growing bigger at my discomfort.
“I may take your key away, chastity boy.” Her hand cupped my scrotum. “I’ll leave you in your cute little prison for a loooonnng time.” She kissed my cheek and whispered. “How does that sound?”
Discomfort faded to pain, and I winced briefly before shaking my head.
She gripped my balls and gave a sharp pull. “Answer me!”
“Ahh! It sounds awful,” I gasped.
“I don’t think it sounds awful,” she said after a little giggle. “I think it sounds fantastic. You were such a good little cuck today. I noticed that you cleaned almost the whole house and even vacuumed.”
She ran her fingers over my chest and kissed my cheek.
“I wonder how good you’ll be after a few weeks.” She paused. “I bet you would do anything I asked, wouldn’t you?”
My muscles seized, my breathing caught in my chest, and I felt as if I’d suddenly become paralyzed. My cock strained against the plastic, and the ring around my scrotum pulled painfully. I realized she was right; I’d probably do anything for freedom after a few weeks locked in my plastic hell.
Her eyes met mine. She knew the direction of my thoughts, and enjoyed the power she held over me. “I don’t need your cock tonight, but I do need your tongue.” She straddled my face. Her lips were wet, glistening, and I could smell her musky scent. “If you do a good job of licking my pussy, I’ll let you out.”
“Okay.”
It was the first word I’d spoken in several minutes more a plea than a response. A superior smile reflected back at me. “If not, I’m taking your key away! Now, clean Collin’s pussy!”
I’m not ashamed to admit that I attacked her. I couldn’t help myself. Licking her pussy focused my attention, and took my mind off my throbbing cock. My tongue probed, licked and flicked her flesh with reckless abandon. There wasn’t a part of her sex that I didn’t reach with my tongue.
Already aroused, she came almost immediately. I grabbed her hips, and held her steady above me. My tongue continued its assault on her folds, and I focused on bringing her orgasm after orgasm. She moaned and jerked above me, each orgasm ripping and exploding through her body.
I loved it.
A part of me enjoyed it more than having sex with her myself. Another part of me worried I’d grow to prefer this situation. My cock locked away, and my mouth pressed against her sex.
Would that be my future?
Would that be so bad?
Chapter Five
Nicole finally grabbed my wrists with a groan of protest. She forcibly detached my hands, and sat back with her ass resting on my abdomen. Her chest heaved from our exertions, and a light sheen of sweat covered her body. I wiped my face and smiled up at her.
“I love
doing that for you,” I sighed.
A tired smile crossed her face. “You are so good at it. I can hardly move.”
She half-fell, half-rolled onto her side, and let out a tired, satisfied groan. My cock was still uncomfortably full inside the chastity device, but I waited quietly for her to recover. Her hand found my chest and she ran her fingers over my upper body. Patiently, I waited. Several minutes passed, before I glanced over and realized she’d fallen asleep.
I rolled my eyes, and let out a quiet snort.
Frustrated, unsatisfied, and wearing an uncomfortable plastic cage, I lay there debating my next move. Sure, I could let myself out of the CB, but I wanted her to do it. I wanted her to take it off and fuck my brains out, or at least reward me with a blowjob.
Obviously, that wasn’t going to happen now!
I cursed under my breath, and slid out of bed. She remained dead asleep, so I covered her with an extra blanket, slipped on some clothes, and headed out to the living room. A partially read paperback sat on the end table.
A few minutes later, I’d armed myself with a glass of whiskey on the rocks, a good novel, and some peanuts. Reading had always been a place of refuge for me and I definitely needed it now. The chastity device could come off easily, I had the key; but I wanted a different outcome. I can’t explain why, it’s just that she was there when I put it on, and I wanted her to be there when it came off.
The paperback was an action/adventure with a tortured hero, who was exceptionally good at killing. Perfect. Despite having a simple and predictable plot, I found myself engrossed. The author was good, and the action sequences were crisp, with excellent background on each of the characters. Reading had always allowed me to block out the rest of the world and it happened again now. I jumped as a hand fell on my shoulder and looked up to see my wife smiling at me.
“You left me?” She whispered.
“You.” I paused and closed my book. “Fell asleep on me.”
I beckoned her to sit next to me on the loveseat.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that it was a long day and you were good tonight. I think I came at least four times, maybe five, I’m not sure because I stopped counting.”
She leaned against me. Her hand rested in my lap for a second, before exploring my crotch further. Suddenly, she pulled back and looked at me. “Why are you still wearing it?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged and looked down at the book in my hands. “I just thought that since you put it on me; I wanted you to take it off.”
Her lips grazed my cheek and she hugged me tightly. She stood and grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s go into the bedroom. I want to satisfy my husband now.”
A big smile landed on my face and decided to stay. I let her pull me into the bedroom and push me onto the bed. She slid her t-shirt over her head in a seductive wave of fabric. Her hands found the buttons of my shorts and she took those off as well as my underwear. I sat up, so she could remove my t-shirt, and she peppered my chest and stomach with kisses. The soft touch her lips across my body, combined with the soft caresses of her hands; resulted in my plastic prison becoming uncomfortable again.
My discomfort was obvious. She offered me a sympathetic smile, and then gingerly removed the first piece. My eyes found the ceiling. Piece by piece, the plastic prison fell away, but it wasn’t until the final ring came away from my scrotum, that a huge sigh of relief blew out of my chest.
Free at last.
Cool air embraced my junk, and blood rushed to my cock. Barely a second later, was my cock hard enough to cut diamonds. Her lips wrapped around my shaft, and her tongue gently tickled the head of my dick. A loud groan burst from me, followed by a soft laugh from my wife.
“You like that don’t you, baby?” She winked at me.
“Damn straight,” I said. “You are so fucking good at sucking cock.”
“Collin says the same thing,” she teased. “I like making you feel good. Now sit back and just enjoy getting your dick sucked.”
Anyone reading this is probably nodding his or her head. Are there any husbands out there who don’t feel lucky to get a blowjob from their wife?
It’s like Christmas morning.
Anyway, that’s how I felt as my wife’s lips coaxed an unbelievable amount of pleasure out of my groin. I’d expected her to constantly tease and taunt me, but she didn’t, and that meant to the world to me. We were a couple again.
Just us two. It was all I ever wanted. All I ever needed.
A sense of reassurance filled me, because even though we were walking a road with Collin, Nicole and I remained a couple. I wasn’t losing her and I swore I’d never allow that to happen.
“I’m all yours tonight,” she said a moment later. “How do you want me?”
Her hand continued to stroke my cock gently.
“Get up here.”
It wasn’t a request. I needed to be inside her. She slid forward, rolled onto her back, and pulled me on top of her. Her lips found my neck. She kissed and sucked all over my upper body. The touch of her lips on my flesh felt electric, and combined with the scent of her body, the effect was intoxicating.
I pushed inside her, reveling at the indescribable sensation. Her quick intake of breath let me know she felt me enter her this time. Unwilling to let this moment slip away, I left myself buried inside her for several seconds, before pulling out at a snail’s pace. Our eyes met, and she mouthed ‘I love you’, before I pushed back inside her.
She felt different. Her time with Collin had stretched her; we both knew it, but her pussy still felt amazing. My rhythm was slow, deliberate, and it allowed me time to study the woman who held my heart. Her dark brown hair spilled over the pillow, gleaming in the candle light. She matched my thrusts with her hips, our bodies moving together in perfect unison. I felt her hands pulling me inside, and her fingernails dug into my skin. I kissed her lips gently, savoring the texture and taste of her lips.
A beautiful, sensual, perfect kiss.
“I love you,” she whispered after our lips broke. “Never forget that.”
She started thrusting upwards with her hips, quick and hard. It was all I could do to hold back, but I matched her thrusts for a short time. We set a timeless rhythm, and it was only a few minutes later that I finally released. A powerful orgasm rippled through me, and it felt like it lasted forever. She held me tightly against her the entire time, and continued to hold me even after I’d finished.
Eventually, I rolled off her and slipped into the closet for a towel. I slid the towel underneath her when I returned and lay next to her. I never tired of seeing her naked. My fingers ran along her stomach and over her chest.
She clasped my hand in hers, and kissed it softly. “Why don’t we put the chastity device away for a while?”
“Why?” I asked.
She shrugged. “It’s not as exciting as I thought, and I’m not sure I see the point of it.” Her eyes met mine. “I mean, you have the key. We’re not into dominance or submission, at least at this point.”
“Yeah” I said slowly. “I have to agree. It’s kinky and new, but honestly, I didn’t get much out of it. I mean, I was focused today on getting things done, because keeping busy took my mind off it, but that’s it.”
“I also don’t like to deny you anything. You’re my husband and I still want to have sex with you.”
“Awwww. Thanks, baby.”
I nudged her playfully.
“I’m serious. I don’t want us to lose this connection. Ever. I realize we have less sex now that Collin is in the picture, but let’s not lose our own closeness as a couple. Okay?”
“Damn straight.” I looked over at her. “Collin can be a little intimidating sometimes.”
“He is a little perfect,” she said with a nod. “Too perfect.”
Her voice trailed off to a whisper.
“Is everything okay with Collin?”
“Yes. Everything is okay.” She kissed my shoulder. “It’s
just that he’s too polished, too gorgeous, and it’s too good to be true. It’s hard to describe, because he is a nice man, but it’s too much sometimes.”
“Must be tough,” I replied and sarcasm dripped from each word.
“Enough about Collin.”
We slipped under the covers together and fell asleep.
Chapter Six
A lazy Sunday. Is there a better way to finish a weekend?
Since I’d worked my tail off the day before, there was literally nothing for me to do. I made breakfast for everyone. My specialty is “Waffle French Toast.”
Yes, you read that correctly. It’s a huge hit. I was king of the kitchen for that Sunday morning. I got hugs from the girls, and kisses from the wife. All was right with the world. Every time we got near each other, Nicole touched me, not in a sexual way, but in a nice intimate fashion. It started with a slow rub on my shoulders, then a quick pinch on my ass, and several kisses on the cheek.
Yep. It was a good morning.
I set out steaks to defrost for dinner, and claimed the best spot on the couch. A classic car auto auction had started on TV. Nicole was doing the laundry and refused any help, so I was all set. A beautiful 1969 Corvette went up for auction, followed by an equally cool 1967 Ford Mustang Fastback. Yes, I’m a classic car nut. A Shelby Mustang had just come up when the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Nick. How’s it going, bud?”
“Great, Collin, how’s your Sunday going?”
“Not bad, man, not bad. Hey listen, I was calling because I want to borrow your wife for today. I have several homes to visit, and I could use a woman’s opinion. Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” I lied.
Last night and this morning had been so good with Nicole, I felt more secure than ever in our relationship. Still, I’d hoped to spend the day as a family. I knew Nicole would love to go view houses, especially the kinds of houses in Collin’s price range. She peaked around the corner, and I motioned her over.
“Hey handsome,” she said after she took the phone. “What’s going on?”
