As my wife lay there on the floor still recovering from the fucking she took from Tim and John, I could not help but stare at her. I was so turned on and hard despite having cum in my pants without ever touching myself. She eventually told me to lie beside her. She then began to speak.

"This has all been fun and extremely enjoyable. Since you revealed your fantasy to me, and we have done all this, I feel it is time that I fully disclose my fantasy to you. Yes, my fantasy was to fuck Tim, and you have witnessed that come to life. There is more to it than just that. Over the past month, you have done things at my behest. I didn't ask you to do them; I guided you to them. You wanted to see me with another man. I fantasized about that for a long time, and so much more. I've wanted more from our sex life. I wanted to bring others in and not only fuck them, but get you involved, and you have done so well. Now that you admit to being a cuckold and accept it, we're going to push boundaries together."

I lay there, listening and wondering what she meant by pushing boundaries. I have to admit that I was definitely curious and scared to death. Something in my head told me this was going to be a hell of a ride, and I hoped I was up for it.

I looked at her there, lying on the floor with that look in her eyes. She smiled at me and said, "Be a good husband and gently clean me up."

Shocked by what she had said, I did as I was told. I crawled between her legs and separated them slowly. I got close to her gaping, used pussy, still wet with John's cum and her secretions. I slowly started to lick her outer lips, making sure to get every drop left behind. The more I licked, the more cum oozed out of her hole, so I slid my tongue in there as well. She was moaning softly while her hips gyrated to a slow rhythm.

I ventured farther south to clean her asshole and was surprised at how easily my tongue slid in and started cleaning up Tim's mess. She was definitely enjoying this slow cleaning. Her hand grasped my hair on the top of my head, and she pushed upwards into my face, ensuring I got it all. Suddenly she started panting, saying, "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck I'm cumming!"

She came hard and drenched my head for the second time in our marriage. I swear it looked like a water fountain shooting out from her pussy. So much nectar flowed from her gorgeously used hole. I loved it. She pushed me away; she couldn't take anymore. I stood up, and my cock was so hard it tented my pants something fierce. She looked at me with a loving smile and said, "No cumming until I say so."

Days passed since that double penetration adventure, and I still had not cum. My wife teased me, but there was no sex. At night we'd lie in bed cuddled together, and she would drift off to sleep. I'd watch her chest rise and fall, wanting nothing more than to reach over and grab her luscious tits. No, I was too nice for that. "Why am I such a good boy?" I'd ask myself.

That Saturday morning, while I had a cup of coffee, my wife came into the kitchen and said she was going shopping for a bit and would be back soon. I looked over to reply, but no words escaped my mouth. She was gorgeous, wearing this lacy top, practically see-through. A pleather-type skirt barely below her ass and some high heels. Let's not forget that beautiful smile on her face as she looked at me.

"You look amazing," I said as she leaned in and kissed me.

"See you in a bit," she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. A moment later, the front door opened, then closed, and I was still sitting there, dumbfounded. I looked down; once again, I was hard, sporting a serious tent in my shorts.

I had to get up and do something; otherwise, I was going to jerk off right there at the table. I did a few chores around the house and headed out back. Once outside, I cleaned up a bit, then went back to the living room to watch some TV. As I sat there, I realized it had been about 3 hours since she left. "Where the hell is this woman?" I thought.

About an hour later, I heard the front door open and close. My wife walked in, looking rough. I said, "DAMN! What happened to you?" She grinned at me and walked straight up to me. She leaned down and kissed me just as she had before she left, only this time it was open-mouthed and with tongue. She tasted different, odd even. I wasn't sure what it was.

She knelt before me as she continued to kiss me. She pulled at my shorts, trying to get them off me. I lifted some to help her. Once she'd removed my shorts, my dick was hard instantly. Grabbing me at the base, she stopped the kissing and lowered her head to engulf my dick straight into her mouth. Lightly moaning, she glanced up at me to meet my eyes. She let go of my dick after a few minutes and stood up.

She straddled my lap and slid my dick right into her extremely wet pussy. Now that she was this close, I could see some form of marks on her upper breasts through that lacy top she was wearing. She noticed me looking as she rode me. She crossed her arms, grabbed the shirt, and pulled it up and over her head. I could plainly see huge hickeys on her tits. She released her bra and set them free. I reached with both hands to grope her and asked, "What happened to you?"

"He was so good. Huge and good. He fucked me forever. I came over and over again," she stated.

"Who, what, where, are you serious?" I said as she kept riding me. She just smiled.

She said, "Shopping, I ran into John. We chatted, and he told me how much he enjoyed fucking me with Tim. Said he wanted me for himself. I told him I'd like that, so we went to his place. No conversation, no small talk. We ripped each other's clothes off and fucked. My god, that man can fuck!"

I listened to her as she recounted the things they did, and I was so fucking hard. I started crying and listening to her. She saw the tears and picked up the tempo of her fucking.

"Is my baby jealous of the big dick John fucking his horny wife?" she asked sarcastically. "Does it bother you that I fucked that man and allowed him to fill my married pussy with a huge load of cum? I swallowed a load also after sucking as much of that dick as I could in my mouth."

She was relentless and never left me enough time to reply. I was enjoying the fucking, but the words were killing me. The tears kept flowing. I could not stop them. It was like I didn't know this woman, but I swear she looked just like my wife. She just kept taunting me.

Her pussy was so wet and sloshing sounds so loud. She fucked me harder, and I knew I was not going to last much longer. My oh my, I had never seen her fuck like this before, and I was about to blow what felt like a volcanic eruption inside her. Right then and there, at the last possible moment, she jumped up and off me before I could cum.

"There will be no cumming for jealous husbands," she stated loudly and clearly as she walked away. A moment later, I heard the shower start.

I sat there frustrated and crying, not knowing what to do or think. My mind spiraled. I breathed hard and felt dizzy from the lack of release. I was still horny and confused, jealous and frustrated, all mixed as one emotion yet separate. It felt like my head would explode. I heard the shower turn off.

I reached to pull my shorts on as my wife walked back into the living room. She was smiling. She looked at me, leaned down, and kissed me. She sat beside me and held my hand. "How's my little cuckold?" she said with a shit-eating grin.

"I'm frustrated and horny, confused and a bit lost!" I stated irritably.

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, honey, I am with you always, and we're in this together."

"How are we in this together if you're the one fucking and cumming at will and I am left high and dry? You get all the dick you want, and I get nothing but leftovers and no release," I stated.

"This is all part of the fantasy; you will get your release soon. Remember, if this is ever too much, say so, and it all stops," she said loud and clear, leaving no mistake. She leaned her head over and onto my shoulder.

I did everything I could not to pout like a child. I was seriously fucking horny and wanted release. She noticed my tension and asked me to relax and trust her.

Days went by, and I still got no release. The tension in my dick and mind was real. I struggled to concentrate at work but managed somehow. Home was completely normal. I was deciding whether to request a release or wait. Being a cuckold was definitely confusing, and I needed to figure this new dynamic out.

I was a confident man not long ago. I had control of my life. Ever since revealing my fantasy to my wife, I seem to be lost and no longer able to be in control. Despite our life being seemingly normal, she has taken control of the sex. As much as I enjoy watching her, I am not sure I can handle being a cuck. I am a man after all.

The next weekend, I still hadn't released, and I desperately needed to. My wife was out shopping again, and I couldn't wait any longer. My mind wandered; I released my dick from my shorts and started to stroke myself. Right there on the couch, it felt good to masturbate. The precum slicked me up nicely, and the rhythm was steady. My mind was picturing my wife in all those different positions and scenarios. I was really getting into it, and my moans were steady. So steady, in fact, that I didn't hear my wife come home and enter the living room.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" she yelled. "I told you no cumming until I said so," she stated loudly.

I was shocked and stopped masturbating immediately. My jaw dropped as I was caught red-handed. "I am sorry, I'm so horny and need release," I said. "I have not cum in two weeks while you have, and I am so desperate!" I stated like a weak man.

"You asked for this, you wanted this," she stated matter-of-factly. "You brought this fantasy to life; now I decide when you cum, not you. I oversee your orgasms, not you," she exclaimed.

I was at a loss for words. Not knowing what to do or say, I just sat there completely hard and stunned. I truly was no longer in control; definitely a cuckold.

"You will be punished for this; just you wait and see," she said, then turned and walked away.

A moment later, I heard her talking; she was on the phone. I wondered who she was talking to. Little did I know that I would soon find out.

A few moments later, my wife came back into the room and told me she'd be back. With that, she turned and walked out of the room, then the house.

I was truly lost and confused, but I knew it was my fault. My stupid fantasy had to come into reality. I just had to share it with her, and now look at me. About an hour had passed, and my wife returned. She walked into the room with a brown paper bag in her hand.

"I had to go shop for one thing after catching you playing with yourself. You need to be punished so this never happens again. I think I have just the right punishment for you to ensure you never attempt to cum again without my permission," she stated harshly.

She set the bag down by my feet and knelt in front of me. Slowly, she reached for my shorts and pulled them from my waist down to my ankles. My dick started to rise at the thought of what she was about to do. Then the shock of a lifetime hit me. She flicked my hardening dick as hard as she could. Then again, and again. My dick shriveled as I yelled, "Ouch."

She looked me dead in the eyes with a smile on her pretty face. She reached into the bag with one hand and grabbed my dick with the other. Before I knew it, I heard a snap, then a click, and felt a cool sensation on my skin. I looked down and saw a shiny stainless-steel thing on my dick.

"A chastity cage for you, my dear," were the words that came out of her mouth. "Now you will not be able to cum until I say so. Be a good husband, and it won't last long, but you must be punished."

I was again shocked and left in awe. There I was on my chair with my shorts around my ankles and a cage on my dick. There was no way things could be worse than this; then the doorbell rang.

My wife got up with a wicked smile and said, "Punishment. Remember you brought this upon yourself." Then she went to answer the door.

The next voice I heard was familiar, and suddenly I was scared. My wife returned to the living room holding the hand of Mr. Johnson, my department manager, my boss. "Let the punishment begin," she said with the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face.

I looked dumbfounded and stupid. I sat there in that cage, plainly visible to all. Not saying a word but thinking, "How did I get here?"