A Cuckold Story Ch. 33-37

This had been a magnificent bonding session between Cheryl and me and when she finally rolled off my face, my wife gave me the sweetest smile ever as she cooed, "That was really great Mike."

Those words meant a lot to me and I added my own, telling Cheryl that I loved her with all my heart and even confessing that being locked in chastity wasn't so bad so long as when she let me out, we could do this again. Cheryl and I lay side by side for several minutes, each of us lost in our thoughts while occasionally uttering endearments to each other and the entire time my hand never left my penis. Though now flaccid and sticky with come, I was savoring this opportunity to touch myself not knowing when I might be next locked back into my chastity cage. As it turned out, it was a good thing I did savor my moment of freedom as once we had showered together, Cheryl told me to put my cage back on as she was contemplating seeing the Gym Guy that Wednesday evening.

I initially thought to remind Cheryl that she had said she was only going to keep me in chastity when she was with other men, not several days beforehand. But, to be honest, I was still basking in my recent orgasm and I didn't want to say anything that might wreck the mood. And so, I dutifully slipped my chastity device back on my penis, handing my wife the key while thanking her profusely for letting me masturbate earlier.

The following week was my first real introduction to prolonged chastity and as it turned out, Cheryl did not get together with the Gym Guy that Wednesday. However, Cheryl did inform me that she was planning on spending the weekend at her lover's and they were intending to meet up with their friends Pam and Greg that Saturday night. Now the thought that my wife was planning to spend the weekend with her lover was difficult enough but knowing that they would be swapping with this other couple had my dick continually trying to swell in my chastity device. Despite my frustration, I was careful not to whine or complain as Cheryl had made it clear that I was going to remain locked up while she was out, and I knew any whimpering on my part would not be welcome. And so, I acted the perfect cuckold husband, hurrying home from work that Friday afternoon to help Cheryl get ready, shaving her pussy and helping pack her suitcase with various alluring outfits and shoes.

As I busied myself assisting Cheryl, she kept up a running commentary about how she was really looking forward to seeing Pam and Greg again and how she couldn't wait to fuck Greg in front of the Oakland Guy. "I like making him jealous," giggled my wife as she was clearly planning to tease her lover when fucking his friend. My wife's naughty banter only exacerbated my frustration but all too soon, she was listing off some of the chores she wanted completed that weekend and I was kissing her goodbye before she sauntered out to her car.

Watching Cheryl drive off I was struck with how different our weekends would be. My wife would be enjoying two lusty days with her lover, fucking and sucking whenever the mood struck and even swapping with another couple, my wife enjoying Greg's thick cock, while her boyfriend had his way with Greg's wife. My weekend, however, was to be agonizingly frustrating. With my penis securely locked in chastity, I could do nothing to relieve my pent-up sexual desires and I steeled myself for a long two days and nights. Cheryl had asked me to thoroughly clean and organize the garage and so, at least, I had something to occupy my time as I fantasized about my wife's weekend escapades.

I knew better than to dwell on my predicament as I started in on cleaning the kitchen and baths, specifically leaving the organization of the garage for later. And that night I slept uneasily, my thoughts continuing to drift to what Cheryl and the Oakland Guy might be up to only to feel the pinch of my cage as my penis attempted to stiffen.

The next day, I was a bit better as I spent a good part of the morning taking a long hike which helped clear my head. I knew from wearing the chastity cage all week that it tended to chafe when I walked but I was able to mitigate that issue by wearing my Speedo bathing suit rather than briefs. With the tight pouch of the suit holding my chastity device firmly in place, it was perfect for this purpose and when I returned from my walk, I ordered a couple of similarly styled men's briefs knowing that I was likely to be in chastity on a frequent basis.

After eating a light lunch, I decided to tackle the garage and after pulling everything out, I scrubbed down the shelves and swept the floor before carefully putting everything back in place. All in all, this project hadn't taken as much time as I thought and as I neared the end of my work, I heard my phone ringing and I saw that it was Cheryl.

Now, Cheryl rarely calls when she is with other men and I was fearful that there might be something wrong as I answered, "Hi, Honey. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine, Mike. I was just calling to see how you're doing. The Oakland Guy had to run to the store to pick up some wine for tonight and I thought I'd check in," replied Cheryl.

"I'm fine, Sweetie. I'm just finishing up the garage," I said while smiling to myself as I appreciated my wife's concern.

"You're okay with your little dickie all locked up?"

"Yeah, it's fine," I replied before adding, "I hope you're having a good time."

Cheryl giggled at that as she said, "I'm having a great time. We went out dancing last night. I got a little too drunk and ended up getting naughty in the taxi home. It was fun though."

With my dick locked in chastity I didn't ask what Cheryl meant by "getting naughty in the taxi" and instead just asked, "So, you're having that couple over tonight, right?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun. I think I'm going to wear that black dress with the zipper down the front. Guys always seem to like it," giggled Cheryl before asking, "What do you think though, should I wear those really tall platform sandals I brought or just my black pumps?"

It was kind of sweet to think that my wife wanted my opinion and although I thought she'd look fantastic wearing either pair of shoes, I told her the platform heels would probably look "sexier."

"Yeah, I was thinking that too. And I'll probably wear the black thigh-highs too. Guys always love that, don't they?" cooed Cheryl.

Before I could respond, my wife then interjected, "All right Mike, I better get going. I'm really glad to hear you're doing okay. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

"Uh, okay. Have fun tonight. Love you," I replied before Cheryl hung up the phone.

Although our conversation had been brief, it meant a lot to me and that night I slept much better, even though I continually flashed on what my wife might be doing with her lover and the other couple. The next morning, I awoke feeling refreshed and I decided to take another hike which only served to lift my spirits even further. And since I had completed all my chores the day before, I decided to head to the store to pick up groceries for dinner. I was really look forward to seeing Cheryl later that day and I picked up some salmon (my wife's favorite), vegetables and a bottle of expensive French Chablis. I was going to welcome Cheryl home to a fabulous dinner and I hoped she'd be up to it after what was undoubtedly a late night.

As I was putting away the groceries once I returned home, I realized that spending this second weekend in chastity really hadn't been that bad. Unlike many of my wife's times away with other men, I hadn't spent hours with my dick in my hand, fantasizing about all her escapades. In fact, my inability to masturbate had given me time to contemplate how much I loved Cheryl and how I would do anything for her. And these feelings were not clouded by my zeal to get myself off, they were genuine and heartfelt. Wearing my chastity cage knowing that Cheryl had complete control as to whether to free my penis, or not, was a liberating experience. My wife had my complete love and devotion and now, she also had my very manhood. And that afternoon as I tidied up around the house waiting for Cheryl to return home, I felt almost euphoric, my love for my wife was that overwhelming.

Cheryl didn't get home until almost six-o-clock and by that time I had cleaned, and recleaned every inch of the house as I awaited her return. And when my wife walked in the door, looking fabulous as always, I rushed to her and held her in my arms as I gushed out endearments. Cheryl was somewhat taken aback by my outpouring of love, but she didn't pull away and instead let me say my piece before telling me she wanted to change into something more comfortable. While my wife was changing, I took her suitcase to the laundry room and began sorting out her dirty clothes, some items going into the handwashing hamper and others into the washing machine. Because the Oakland Guy insisted that Cheryl not wear panties, I didn't find any evidence of soiled underwear although I did note that there was a large dollop of dried semen on her thigh high stockings and what looked to be similar spot on one of her dresses.

Once I'd sorted through Cheryl's clothes, I headed back to the kitchen to start dinner preparations and not long thereafter, my wife came strolling in, now dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans rather than the sexy miniskirt, low-cut blouse and heels she'd arrived home in. Although I was dying to hear about her weekend, I let Cheryl initiate the conversation as she thanked me for organizing the garage and telling me that the house looked "fabulous." In fact, it was only as we were sitting down to eat that my wife giggled, "You know, Mike, I had a really fun time this weekend."

My dick twitched in its cage hearing this, but I didn't want to appear too eager to hear the details as I replied, "That's great Sweetie. I hoped you would." I then added, "Did you see that other couple?"

"Yeah, we did! I really like Pam and Greg," remarked my wife as my penis attempted to swell in the confines of its plastic sleeve. Cheryl then giggled, "You know, Mike, I really like knowing you're being a good boy when I'm out. It's funny, I used to like knowing you were playing with yourself, but this is so much better." When I didn't say anything at Cheryl's statement, she added, "Pam and Greg couldn't believe I left you with your little dickie locked up all weekend, but I showed them the pictures and said you don't mind at all." Cheryl then paused for a second before sincerely asking, "I hope you're really okay with being in chastity? I think it's really sweet and shows that you love me."

Although I winced at the thought that my chastity was the subject of conversation, I had to admit that Cheryl's words rang true. I did love her with all my heart, and I couldn't help but confess that I'd had much the same thoughts about chastity being a symbol of my love for Cheryl. Hearing this, Cheryl leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss, cooing, "And I love you too, Baby." The rest of the meal we ate in relative silence, occasionally discussing some innocuous subject but each of us secure that we were still in love with each other despite our rather unusual marital arrangement.

That night as we were headed to bed, Cheryl asked for a rain check on telling me all the naughty details of her weekend. As I'd suspected, my wife had gotten little sleep the night before and wanted nothing more than to put her head down on her pillow and to fall into a well-deserved sleep. Although I was disappointed, I did my best to hide it and my wife and I were soon fast asleep.

The next night when I arrived home from work, Cheryl greeted me at the door dressed in one of her sexiest lingerie sets complete with a garter belt, g-string, stockings and a lacy bra. It was a dream come true and any residual disappointment from the previous evening vanished instantly as I took in the mouthwatering sight of my wife dressed as she was. Cheryl ushered me up to the bedroom where she took a seat on the edge of the bed and told me to undress. I tore off my clothes without hesitation and I was soon standing before Cheryl naked except for my pink chastity device. My wife then directed me to kneel before her and as I did so, she extended her foot and it was then that I noticed that dangling from the thin gold chain around her ankle was my chastity key. When I looked up at Cheryl in surprise, she gave me a naughty smile and said, "What do you think? Pam suggested it."

I flinched as I thought what others might think when they saw the tiny gold key dangling from my wife's anklet. Would anyone know what it meant? And what if they asked? Would Cheryl tell them? These thoughts flooded my mind but as I glanced back up at my wife, I saw that she was still waiting for my response as I merely said, "It looks really sexy."

Cheryl smiled again as she said, "Well, don't you want to unlock your chastity thingee?"

My hands were shaking as I reached over and began fumbling with the tiny clasp on my wife's anklet. After several attempts, I finally was successful in unclasping the gold chain and I then slid the key off and hurriedly unlocked my chastity cage. Before reaching down to fondle my neglected penis, I reattached Cheryl's anklet, sliding my key back on the thin gold chain and marveling at how sexy it looked encircling my wife's stocking clad ankle and how it drew attention to the spike heel pumps on her feet.

Cheryl could tell that I was riveted with the tantalizing vision of her anklet and high heel shoes and she twirled her foot teasingly, cooing, "Okay, Honey. Do you want to hear about my weekend?"

I suppose my enthusiasm was apparent as I blurted out, "Yes!" while reaching down to run my hand along my dick. Cheryl then began to tell me all the juicy details of her weekend with her lover, all the while posing erotically on the bed to graphically illustrate the positions in which they'd fucked. I stayed kneeling on the floor beside the bed, my right hand frantically pulling on my dick as my wife regaled me with her story. Although there was no physical contact between us, my wife's performance and raunchy description of her trysts had me beating my dick like a virginal teenager. And when I came, it was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life as semen spurted out of my dick and into the paper towel that my wife handed me earlier. Cheryl's effort to make my masturbation session as sensual as possible was endearing and as I mopped up my sperm, I couldn't help but express my undying love and devotion to my beautiful wife.