She’s never been out alone until anywhere near this late before.
This is the kind of moment when the thinking of a cuckold husband, or rather a ‘would-be’ cuckold, really reveals itself. Different parts of my mind hope for totally different things. My desires fight amongst themselves.
One part of me is outraged, hurt and angry that my wife has left me here alone, locked and unable to even pleasure myself while she stays out somewhere presumably ‘partying’ over night. This part of me wants to tear her off a strip when she returns. It wants to try to forbid her any more contact with, or influence from this friend of hers.
Another part of me has started to feel nauseous that something might have happened to her. That she’s lying somewhere, longing for me to find her and help her. Or worse.
In a third dimension though, the crack of my ass is damp and the pit of my stomach hollow with the excited possibility that she may be cheating. My trapped cock starts to ache in its cage as it expands, engorged on the imagery of my wife’s potential unfaithfulness.
Perhaps her and Becky are being fucked somewhere by a couple of hung studs. Or maybe even just one guy. Some alpha male they find so hot that they fight with each other over his cock.
I’m still listening to the birds and moving the cage around my groin trying to force some degree of satisfaction for my throbbing shaft when I hear a car pull up outside. A door slams. Heels click inconsistently up the driveway and the car pulls away. It’s a little after quarter to seven.
The front door closes and I’m still running through which version of my thinking to confront my wife with, when the bedroom door opens. I wait motionless with my eyes closed, listening to Lynne try to quietly place her glass of water down on her bedside table.
“Where’ve you been until now?” I ask as I feel her softly settle in bed next to me.
“I thought you were asleep” Her reply is whispered. She has her back to me.
“I went back to Becky’s. I fell asleep there.” Her head turns towards me on her pillow.
All sorts of visions sear through my mind.
“Where did you fall asleep?”
“Becky wanted to play a trick on Dominic.” Her voice is thick, tired-sounding.
“What kind of trick?” I can feel my heart pounding at the thought of my wife drunk and dressed so sexy in Becky’s house in front of her lecherous old husband.
“She said he’s always going on at her, trying to get her to sleep with another girl. So we decided to call his bluff.” I feel her take my hand under the covers.
“What do you mean call his bluff?” My throat tightens and I become aware that outside the birds have quietened.
“Becky said Dom would probably run a mile if he actually did see her with another girl.” Lynne turns and reaches up to her bedside table for her glass of water.
I feel my cock desperately try to stiffen inside its cage at the thought of my wife in some sort of compromising clinch with Becky- even if it was only ‘staged’.
“What did you do?” My mouth feels dry and my breathing is labored.
“At first we were going to get into bed together, but then Becky suggested we could run a bath.” I can smell the wine now on her breath.
“You had a bath together?” For a second I think I detect the faintest whiff of Becky’s familiar perfume along with Lynne’s as I wait for her answer.
“Did you get in the bath together?”
“Yes.”
“Without any clothes on?”
“Duh, how else do you usually take a bath?” she laughs, her voice suddenly louder
A groan escapes from my lips and Lynne laughs in my face at my response.
“Take this off me babe” I rub my incarcerated cock against the outside of one of her bare thighs.
“Not yet…” she knocks the chastity belt with a knuckle making a muffled sound under the covers.
I want to ask her what Becky looked like naked, how wonderful those monumental breasts of hers were uncovered; but I know I daren’t.
“Did you……did you touch each other?” The words stutter from somewhere deep inside me. Part of me doesn’t want to hear her response. My eyes are adjusted to the light now and I search her face for clues.
“We just soaped each other down a little” Lynne moves her position next to me.
“It was a bit embarrassing at first. I mean Becky’s got such a fantastic figure. But she said I have lovely pretty little titties".
I feel like the merest touch of my aching shaft if it was free, would have me ejaculating until I choked.
“What happened next?” I’m still gently rubbing my groin against my wife, my super-charged desire over-riding any discomfort in my cramped cock cage.
“Well …it all sort of backfired.” Lynne avoids my eyes.
“Dom wasn’t embarrassed or shocked when he came into the bathroom and saw us together. Before we knew what had happened he’d thrown his clothes off and was climbing in as well.”
Now her eyes hold mine. Is she making this up?
I sit bolt upright in the bed and look down at my wife.
“Oh he didn’t stay in there long. Becky went mad with him. Shouted at him to get out. I don’t think even Dom argues with Becky.”
“Did he try to touch you?” I feel each word individually stick to the roof of my mouth as I try to dig them out and say them to my wife.
She moves in closer to me and I feel her hand circle my swollen balls.
“He didn’t really get the chance; Becky chased him out so quickly.” Lynne looks away, seemingly smiling at the recollection.
“I’ll say one thing for Becky. She hasn’t been lying whenever she’s complained about Dom being so big ‘down there’. I couldn’t help seeing when he tried to get into the bath.“
“Please take this off me Lynne, I’m desperate” I inhale her hair, trying again to detect the dwindling twin fragrances of the perfume I bought for her birthday and Becky’s fruity scent.
“No!” She kisses me softly on the lips, “Becky doesn’t want me to yet.”
I’m still trying to compute what she’s just said when she adds:
“He’s absolutely enormous, Dom. I mean he wasn’t even ‘excited’ if you know what I mean, and it was swinging around, honestly Stuart...” She’s sitting up herself now, her eyes wide and a hand momentarily over her mouth.
“I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. No wonder Becky goes on about it so much.”
I reach down between her legs and once I’m through the tightly trimmed little mound I’m surprised by how moist her folds are.
“Did it turn you on, seeing how big Dom was…” I move in close to her with one finger starting to stroke rhythmically between her legs.
“And being in the bath.. with Becky?”
Lynne lets out a little moan.
“Come on babe, get the key for this. I’m desperate to come after what you’ve told me. “I’m kissing her fully, my tongue darting into her mouth. Three fingers squirm their way around inside her soaking pussy as she moves on the mattress below me
“I can’t’.” she replies without opening her eyes.
“What do you mean you can’t?” My fingers freeze inside her.
“Becky asked me not to. She said you’d be more docile and obedient at hers later today if you were locked for another night.”
I feel my whole groin is ready to explode at this revelation. I want to be angry. I feel I should be angry about some other woman trying to take charge of our sex life. Dictating when or indeed if, I get to orgasm with my own wife. But the perverse truth is that I’m not annoyed. I’m so excited I can hardly get my breath.
Not only because Becky wants me to go back to hers. But also the arrogance of this gorgeous woman, issuing her instructions which both my wife and I are ultimately going to obey.
“Are you serious Lynne?” I try not to sound like I’m desperate to hear that she’s been telling the truth.
She nods
her head from the mattress and takes hold of my wrist. Still her eyes remain closed.
I can resist no longer. I push her hand away and slide down under the covers in the direction of the little “V” between her legs.
As I reach it she raises her hips and then I feel her bare feet on my naked back. I lap so furiously at the musk that my whole tongue quickly begins to ache. I’m panting like a dog and my wife’s thighs tighten around my head as she bucks her hips quickly nearing orgasm.
I struggle with what to focus my own thinking on. So much has happened since she went out and left me here last night. As she writhes on my tongue and against my face I find myself wondering whether the equivalent of a wet dream is possible in this device. Could I actually come without my cock being touched at all? I feel like I might.
My head bobs between my wife’s legs as if I have some kind of chronic shaking affliction. The images and thoughts flood me: Dominic’s huge cock dangling in front of my nude wife. Perhaps it even touched her bare leg or hand as he pushed his way into the bath between his own wife and mine. Becky, gloriously nude with my wife.
They soaped each other.
Was Lynne aroused being so close to Becky’s bare body? What about when Becky touched her? And when she touched Becky?
Again I want to ask whether Becky’s body looked as good in the nude as it does in her clothes. What her tits were like close up. How did her flesh feel? How big do you think Dominic’s cock actually is?
My jaw starts to hurt so much that I can hardly continue moving it. I’m reminding myself over and over that the reason I’m being starved of sex is because of my wife’s gorgeous friend. That it’s on her say so that I’m being denied an orgasm again tonight.
Lynne gasps above me and grinds herself into my face as she climaxes, her juices flooding my mouth. This doesn’t stop her moving on my face. My tongue hurts and my head moves stiffly and slowly now but it doesn’t seem to matter to her. She squirms out from under me and pins me to my back.
Before I can even speak she’s landed her pussy down on my face and is riding me, making me gulp for air. I get a quick glimpse of one of her hands high above me as it pulls on one of her stiffened nipples. Between her legs I suck the rigid little button of her clit.
There’s no usual premature orgasm of mine to bring proceedings to a hasty close and in her own time, Lynne climaxes again. All over my face.
Chapter Three
Lynne fell asleep almost as soon as she’d come for the second time. I thought I might drop off myself but it was impossible after what she’d told me. Every time I felt the slightest movement of one of her bare legs or thighs next to me here in bed, my cock would surge with an aching frustration.
I keep going over everything she said when she got back in. Like the fact that I’m supposed to be visiting Becky’s again today. Remembering my last visit; I’m scared about what could happen this time. I’m so fucking sexually frustrated. I don’t trust what I might do – or what I might let Becky do to me.
I feel Lynne moving beside me and she raises her head to check the clock.
“Don’t forget, Becky needs you there by noon.” Lynne moves her head on the pillow and holds a forearm across her eyes.
“Are you really not going to let me out of this today?” I hold my belt in my fist.
“Not until you’ve been to Becky’s. I told you.” Lynne sounds exasperated.
“Well how long is this going to go on for?” My anger and need for sexual release momentarily overcome the thrill of submission as my wife’s bare breasts are exposed.
“You better ask Becky.” Lynne takes a sip of her water then slides back under the covers, pulling the duvet over her ear.
“Don’t be late for her – she’s going out to see a movie this afternoon”
40 minutes later I’m walking around the side of Becky’s house in the midday sunshine. My heart is pounding hard and as I round the corner of the house and arrive in her back garden I’m stopped in my tracks.
She’s there on the patio. Becky; sitting elegant and upright in one of the white garden chairs. She wears a fluffy dark brown dressing gown and slippers and has a newspaper spread open on the table in front of her. Her long black hair is piled up loosely and pinned on top of her head by a purple bow. Her lips sip from a gold-rimmed mug.
“At least you’re on time.” The strength and clarity of her high-pitched voice take me by surprise. She looks me up and down, making me feel like I’m shrinking in front of her.
How can a woman manage to look so sexy without a scrap of make-up on and before she’s even dressed?
“Go and clear the breakfast plates away then bring the bins out. I’ll be there in a moment”. She pulls the sides of her dressing gown tightly together over her chest as I pass her on my way into the house.
I take off my shoes as usual before entering her house then clear the cereal boxes, bowls, mugs and plates with remnants of bread rolls and honey from her table. I wipe the table clean and stand filling Becky’s sink ready to wash up for her.
I look out the window at the back of her head on the patio as she studies her newspaper. As well as a pair of tight balls and a throbbing cock I feel a perverse sense of adoration. A feeling that this woman so deserves my subservience. Like the TV ad says: “Because you’re worth it.”
Once I’ve washed and dried everything she’s used, I have to open and close several of her gleaming white cupboard doors to find the right places to put them away. Then, while I’m wiping down the last of the surfaces in the kitchen, I hear her voice behind me.
“Didn’t I tell you to take the bins out?” An elegant finger, unusually for her free of nail polish, points to the overflowing pedal bins. I feel my face flush.
“Oh, yes Becky” I mumble. She stands over me as I pick up each small bin which wells over with her trash and take it outside. The main bins beyond the patio are rammed full and to get them closed I have to force the pedal-bin contents in by hand.
Then I return to the kitchen, once again going through the ritual of taking off my shoes before re-entering her house.
Becky is now perched on a stool facing the door as I enter. Her legs are crossed and the dressing gown has slipped away to reveal the bare flesh of her knees, the lower part of her legs below and her delicately shaped ankles. Her brow suddenly furrows and she draws the gown across her legs, covering all but her ankles and part of her shins from my hungry eyes.
“Now, before you get started, I trust you’re still wearing your ‘thing’?” She motions down towards my groin with her head and simultaneously raises her eyebrows. I slowly nod my response. She moves a hand across her chest, pulling then holding both sides of her dressing gown together.
“You’re going to need to prove that.” Her voice is flat, but stiff with authority. For a moment I can’t quite process her instruction.
“So let me see!” Her eye brows rise again and she smiles without opening her mouth.
I feel like some small animal trapped in the glare of oncoming wagon headlights. For a split second I seriously consider just turning and running. Then I look at her, those beautiful, mocking eyes glaring at me.
“Don’t be shy. Your wife’s told me exactly what to expect.” She laughs and this time does display her perfectly straight teeth.
I want to say something funny, to somehow share the moment without ruining the mood. Fear, shame and sexual excitement surge through me and my mind short-circuits leaving it unable to think of anything but obeying her.
My hands look as if they belong to someone else entirely as I watch them tremble at the belt of my jeans. Why didn’t I take more time choosing which underpants to put on today? I wince inside as I recall the old faded grey ones about to be displayed to this woman.
“I've only got a couple of pairs of underpants that are bearable to wear with this damn thing” I mumble, hoping to explain away the ugly shorts I’m wearing.
I can feel my face burn as I move my hips to open my jeans an
d lower the top part of my underpants a little. The pubic hair below me looks unkempt too. Why haven’t I noticed it before? It wouldn’t have taken long to have trimmed it if I’d known this was going to happen.
“I can’t see it!” Becky moves her bottom on the stool and the dressing gown slides from her legs again.
I lower my shorts further and the top of the pink chastity belt emerges. My heart is pounding in my chest. My eyes sneak a swift look at Becky’s face opposite me. That was a mistake. She’s smirking, her pupils swollen in her eyes.
“Let me see the whole thing.“ She leans forward on the stool. Her hand releases the lapels of her dressing gown and it falls slightly open, momentarily presenting the top of her cleavage to my awe-struck gaze as it spills towards me. I suppress a groan. Becky snorts and quickly pulls the gown closed, cutting off the tantalising hint of her chest.
“Show me the whole thing.” Her eyes are wide and glowing as she looks below my waist.
I try to steady my shaking as I lower my shorts still further, exposing the whole of my chastity belt along with my balls underneath it.
“Move your hands so I can see properly.” Becky raises one of her hands and covers her mouth. I let my arms fall to my sides and stand with my jeans midway between my hips and my knees, being inspected by her.
“Look at you in your pretty pink chastity belt. “ She swings her legs on the stool making my cock surge. “And all because I said so.” She lifts her chin and looks at me down her upturned nose.
“I bet you’d do anything I told you to wouldn’t you Stuart?” She speaks slowly and I feel myself blush to the roots of my hair.
“Is that an elastic band around the padlock?” She leans further forward turning her head to the side and wrinkling her nose. “What on earth is that all about?”
“It’s to stop it making a noise when I walk Becky. The padlock knocks against the belt itself and people might be able to hear it when I walk by. Just to stop that really.”
Becky’s smirk broadens. “You really must try not to mumble when you talk Stuart. It’s very tiring trying to understand you.”
I hear myself apologizing and then repeating what I’ve just said in a voice so loud that it embarrasses me. Becky folds her arms across her chest and pulls herself up straight on the stool.
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