“Thanks for dinner sweetheart,” she said. “Absolutely delicious!”
“No problem. I've been enjoying cooking more and more.”
“So how are you doing? This is the first time it has been two weeks.”
“Comfort-wise it is okay, but I’m pretty needful.”
“Come here,” she said.
He walked over, standing between her knees, only wearing the black, thin silk robe she bought him several months ago. It was what she preferred he wear around the house.
Parting the robe and reaching in, she gently held his balls.
“They do feel full. The little guy is locked up tight,” she said in a kind of baby-speak, as she playfully jiggled the steel cage encircling his penis and the top of his balls.
“Tomorrow I will take care of that. After my date with James tonight I won’t shower so you can smell the sex on me and taste whatever is still left in me. I am really so pleased how this has all worked out.
“Who would have dreamed that your thought of me fucking another man would lead to this? You are a better man for it, and I get to fuck whomever I please. Imagine twelve different men in twelve months. James is really the best of the group. I am so glad you were there the first time to see him plunge his enormous black cock in and fuck me insane.”
Knowing exactly what she was doing, she finally stopped touching his penis prison. His excitement level had risen, but not nearly enough for him to cum.
“Be a dear and clean up while I get ready for James. He is taking me to a club where others equipped like him party. He assured me I can enjoy any of them before he ravishes me senseless with his massive black cock. Don’t worry about me. I will be extremely well taken care of tonight.”
She went to the bedroom. He began to clean up the leftovers, wondering how it had come to this. A year had gone by. He had progressed from what he thought was a little kink that would be fun for their sex life, to having his cock locked beyond any use other than urination.
His wife had progressed from faithful woman to “hot-wife”, as she called herself, fucking any man she desired, whenever she desired. Jon got what she felt like giving, when she felt like giving: hand-job, blow-job, or sometimes an actual fuck. To his amazement, most of this he actually enjoyed, but there were times when he really needed relief, and sometimes, like tonight, it was not forthcoming.
The key was always around her neck on a wire rope necklace. There was no lock to cut off if he wanted to, it was integral to his cage. He had no options. Amazingly, when he did get relief, he freely locked himself back up. He was totally mystified about how he had become habituated to this existence.
Paige soon came out of the bedroom wearing glittery, four inch heel sandals, a denim micro skirt, and a cropped halter top.
