Hard Lesson Learnt Pt. 04

To continue our story from the previous chapters.

As always, it would help you understand the next chapter, if you have read the previous chapters. I will also remind that, except for some detail and name changes, this is a largely true account of how I managed to get myself from a happily married man with a devoted and loving wife to a cuckold, locked in chastity and watching my wife get fucked by another man.

I had just suffered my first cuckold experience at the hands of my beautiful wife, Rachel. She had also humiliated me in front of the young waitress at one of our local restaurants and allowed the waitress to exert some level of control over me. These incidents, combined with the fact that I had only had 1 ruined orgasm in almost 3 weeks and was now locked in a CB-6000S chastity cage had got me so unbelievably horny, I felt like I might go mad. The fact that I was in this state after being chastened, humiliated and cheated upon, proved to me that I was actually way more submissive than I had ever realized.

As I had been informed would happen, at 7pm the following night, I was sat in the heavy chair placed in our bedroom. I was naked, other than the chastity cage, and cuffed, hands and feet. Rachel had gone downstairs to wait for Chris, who unsurprisingly turned up pretty much on time. She then led him in to the bedroom. Chris looked at me and seemed unsure about whether to acknowledge me. Rachel picked up on it, "Don't worry about him, he won't say or do anything. He loved what we did last week, and he's getting a front row seat every time. It's part of his humiliation kink! He also wants me to be happy and satisfied by a man like you because he knows that he can't do it for me, even if his little dick wasn't locked away. So you have his permission to do whatever you want to me. Isn't that right, dear?" she said, turning to look at me. Chris, I noticed was looking at the cage and, very faintly, shaking his head.

I knew what I had to say, she had made clear that I would agree to anything she wanted, and I was happy with that, I think! My overly horny and perverted brain was also quite excited to watch my beautiful wife being fucked by this big black stud. I had realized from this that I was a willing cuckold. I answered, "Yes Ma'm, whatever you both want."

Chris responded simply by uttering "Cool," and reaching his arm around Rachel and pulling her in for a deep passionate kiss, which went on for way longer than I expected. As before, kissing seemed so intimate, and cut in to me probably more than the sex. While still kissing, he undid the belt of her silk wrap and pushed it off her shoulders to find, to my surprise, that she was totally naked underneath. He had been in the room for about 2 minutes, and she was already naked. It was within the next minute that she had gone to her knees pulling down his sweatpants as she went, pausing only to stare at the majesty of his penis, before taking it in to her mouth.

I won't go in to a blow-by-blow, excuse the pun, but safe to say that they repeated the previous fuck fest, spending a bit longer at it this time. They pretty much ignored me, for the most part, but the final position was Chris taking her from behind, and for this, Rachel went on her hands and knees facing towards me. As he pounded away at her and built towards his climax, she never took her eyes from mine. It was intoxicating, we had a connection, and I could sense that she was feeling things that she had never encountered before last week.

When Chris pulled out and spurted down her back, Rachel had already had 8, 9, 10 orgasms. I'm not sure. I had been throbbing in the cage and felt desperate to do something, anything, just touch myself to get some pleasure and relief, but that wasn't going to happen. After the calm down, clean up and Chris leaving, Rachel released me from my bindings, while telling me that this arrangement was the best thing that had ever happened. Without being asked, she confirmed that she still loved me and Chris was nothing more than a sexual partner, but also, when asked, she told me that I was not being unlocked yet and that asking again would not help my cause.

The next day, I was informed by Rachel that she had already arranged the next 'date' with Chris, he would be back on Wednesday evening. The whole thing, including verbal humiliation, my straining in the cage and desperation for sexual release, was repeated. The variation this time was, another surprise to me. As Chris was clearly nearing the end, he was standing, with his back to me, again taking her from behind, while she was bent over the bed. His ass was about a foot away from me, and Rachel asked him to give her a bit of warning

When he did, she pushed back, turned him to stand side on to me, and got on her knees. She engulfed his cock in her mouth, and they both let out a deep groan. I watched as my wife gobbled on this massive black cock, right in front of me, she was like a woman possessed. The amount of his dick that she managed to get in, at its deepest, without gagging, was shocking considering she had so little experience.

Chris was standing, looking down at her, and she was looking right back in to his eyes. He told her he was about to blow, and she kept right on sucking. When he groaned and his hips thrust slightly forward, I knew he was cumming in her mouth. I sat with my mouth open, and feeling shocked and jealous, Rachel had rarely sucked my dick and, other than the early days of our relationship, I had not cum in her mouth. What she had never done was swallow my load, yet I could tell that that was exactly what she was doing now.

Other than a small gag a few seconds in, she was taking it all without issue, which, having seen the volume of his cum shots, was an impressive feat. As he was slowing, she even started pumping his dick to get more out, then taking him out of her mouth she pulled at it slow and firm to bring the last drops to the tip and lick them off. He just said, "That was nice."

She looked back up at him and smiled, "I've never tasted anything like it, so nice, Dave's tastes bitter and vile. I could drink this all night!" I was sure that she was just being cruel, surely it all tastes the same?

After he had left, and I had been released to do my now regular tidy up, while staying caged, horny and frustrated, Rachel told me that she had wanted to do that so much that she had been practicing on a Dildo to train the gag reflex, another shock and an insult to me. She was already going out of her way to find ways to explore new pleasures with him, where we had been vanilla for years and the only changes had come slowly, at my suggestion. Look where that has gotten me!

I asked her about the taste comment, and she insisted there was a difference and that, while unable to describe the taste specifically, she liked it. She remembered my was not pleasant, and had no desire to try it again, as there is no need when she can get 'that'.

Chris was back again on Saturday. All repeated, but this time they alternated pace between frantic fucking and slow love making. That part felt uncomfortable to me and made sure that Chris lasted longer. It was over an hour and a half before he came down her throat again and as he left, she just flopped naked on the bed, right in front of me. She had a sheen of sweat covering her whole body, and her skin was glowing with exertion and satisfaction.

She let out a big sigh, "Christ, I love this, I can't get enough, I need more! Sex was always just a small part of our relationship, almost a chore sometimes, just doing what was expected, but this, this is a complete other level. It hits me so deeply," she laughed, "literally and emotionally." I was getting a little concerned about where she might head with this. She turned to look at me, still strapped to the chair, aching and horny, and answered my thoughts, "Don't get me wrong, it's exactly like something I read online, with him, it is just sex and wild passion, you and me have love, and I do still love you. I still want to be the married couple that we are, I just don't need to have sex with you anymore!"

I felt a bit of panic welling up and could feel tears in my eyes, was that it for my sex life, forever? I had thought that this was a big release and a bit of a game for her, and we would return to having a sexual relationship, but now wasn't sure. Again she answered my thoughts, "This was all your idea, but I'm pretty sure that you didn't expect it so heavy," I shook my head holding back any tears, "well for now, like I say, I can't get enough of his cock, it's like a drug. I also love how dedicated you are to me while I am having so much fun, and while you are wearing that cage. I do think that you have almost served your punishment, so, if you behave, you have 1 more week locked, after Chris has gone next Saturday I will release you, and you can get some relief!"

I asked, "With you?"

She just smiled and said, "We'll see."

That was wonderful to hear. I hadn't cum properly in over a month, I could last another week! The promise also washed my other concerns out of my mind. She hadn't even hinted at unlocking me before, I don't even know what she had done with the key. But now there was a goal.

Rachel was enjoying mind-blowing sex on our marital bed, with a hung black man, while I was locked in chastity and desperate, with a front row seat. I was spending the rest of my time at home running around doing chores, catering to her desires and carrying out slave tasks, naked, when instructed. The promise of release next week though was all I needed. Being honest, though, I was enjoying my slave role for her, and the humiliation, which still turned me on. I couldn't do enough for her, she was everything to me.

Work during this time had been a distraction, although I sometimes struggled to concentrate. Being locked and so horny had my mind racing at times about sex and chastity, and my associated submissiveness had started to come out. I found myself attracted to and admiring women at work who had never caught my eye before, not that I could or would do anything about it, it was just as if the female form had raised itself to a new level, it was almost as if it was above me. I also found myself doing tasks myself, not feeling that I should ask a female staff member to do it, and talking apologetically. Not that I was ever a harsh task master before this.

At one point my PA had given me some information on a client and, as she turned to walk away from my desk, told me that I should probably give them a call, I automatically responded with, "Yes ma'm." I caught myself as I was saying it, so the phrase did trail off. I'm not sure if she caught it, but I think I detected a slight break in her stride, but nothing more. I almost died on the spot.

I had gotten used to the bathroom situation. I don't think any of the other guys would notice that I was always using a cubicle, but I didn't have a choice. I had also been down to the warehouse on a few occasions and, as before, Chris reacted normally to our encounter. He did play me one of those times by starring me down for a few seconds, with a stern face, when I asked him and a colleague to do a specific job. He held it, then smiled and, almost sarcastically, said, "No problem, you're the boss." In those seconds of silence, our relationship flashed through my mind, him pounding my wife, her swallowing his load, me holding his cock and him laughing at my shrivelled dick leaking cum. Also, the fact that the last 2 were safely stored on his phone. I withered when he just walked away, I slunk off, back to my office, in a sweat.

On the Wednesday before my potential release, while sitting at my desk, I received a text message, from Chris. This was unusual, I never had before and didn't even have his number in my phone. The message read, 'Hi Dave, I wanted to let you know that I will be late back from my lunch break. I know that it is alright as the boss lady said so, but she thought I should let you know. Chris'. My mind went straight to thinking 'why is he telling me this, why was Rachel aware and involved in him being late'. I thought for a few seconds about questioning him or checking on her, but realized I no longer had any authority with either of them, so just replied with 'No Problem'.

I sat, wondering again, what was happening, and then got my answer. My phone started ringing with a Facetime Call, from Chris's number. I looked at the phone, took a breath and answered. As the picture became clear, it was Chris, close to the camera, but clearly sat in a car. "Hey Dave, sorry about being late back inside, we thought you deserved an explanation." With that, he flipped the camera and his tardiness became clear. There, on my screen, was Rachel, apparently naked, lying across from the other side of the car, with Chris's cock deep in her mouth. She was bobbing up and down and pumping what couldn't fit in her mouth with her left hand. She was looking up at the camera, as best she could, then broke off from her activity for a second to blow a kiss to the camera.

I was shocked, but my dick gave away my true emotion as it immediately thickened in my cage. Chris then said, "Man, she's good, thanks Dave." Obviously this was on speaker so was loud and clear in my office. I looked up, my door was open, so I jumped up and trotted round to close it - my standard for Do Not Disturb.

As I walked back to my desk, looking down at my wife giving Chris's dick all that she had, the camera moved a bit. Two things became apparent, one was the Rachel wasn't naked, but topless, with her top rolled down round her waist. The second, hit me hard, they were in her car, which was sat, as I looked out of my office window, just yards away, below me, in the parking lot.

"Jesus Rache, what are you doing, you're right outside, what if someone sees you?" I was panicking that part of our secret life might suddenly become public, Rachel didn't respond though, she just kept sucking the big black cock.

"Don't sweat it Dave," Chris said, "only your office and Suzie's (my PA) face this way, she's at lunch, and the tints take care of anything else. We're pretty sure no one saw us get in either." he said with a chuckle. This wasn't overly reassuring, but as I looked down on to the side of her car, I couldn't actually see anything to be fair.

"But, this is crazy risky!" I said,

To which Rachel lifted her head, looked at the camera and said, "Stop talking Cuck, one more word will involve a major punishment. Just watch us have fun. Don't look away or Chris will see!" She went back to sucking the head of his cock and pumping rhythmically with her hand.

I did as I was told and just watched, throbbing in my cage, as my wife alternated between sucking the head and doing her best to deep throat him. She was moaning gently and Chris was sighing, with occasional words of encouragement. After about 10 to 15 minutes, his moans started to increase and Rachel responded with an increase in pace. I felt this massive pang of jealousy, watching her pump his dick and knowing he was going to cum, when I am locked in this cage, can't get fully hard and can't even touch myself, let alone feel her touch.

As Chris built towards ejaculation, his camera skills diminished, I could only see Rachel's back. "I can't see," I blurted out, because I really did want to see, but then realizing that I was demonstrating my true cuckold submissive self.

Nothing changed, but I heard Chris say, "Oh god, I'm cumming baby, come here," and with that he either hung up or the connection went. My heart skipped, my main thought being that I missed seeing her take his load. I reverted to watching the car out of my window and after a few minutes Chris emerged from the passenger side, looked up at me and smiled, before heading around the building toward the warehouse. I looked around frantically but couldn't see anyone else, I just hoped that Suzie wasn't looking out, because I was positive that she was back from lunch now.

I watched, waiting for Rachel to get out of the car, but she didn't. Instead, my phone rang again, this time it was Rachel on Facetime. I answered straight away and was shocked to be greeted by my smiling wife with cum streaked down her face. To remind again, she has always despised the feeling of it on her skin and never, ever, had any of mine on her face. "Jesus Christ!" was all I could say.

"I know," she said, chuckling.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well, I was expecting to swallow but just as he came, he pushed me off, and it spurted everywhere, he then pushed me back down, really deep, to finish the last bit. When he finished, he told me that I'm not allowed to wipe it off my face before I get home," again she chuckled, "it actually gave me a bit of a thrill being used, and ordered like that, I might understand what you like about it."

"No, I meant what are you doing, doing that in the parking lot? You're not going to really stay like that, are you?"

"He ordered me to stay like this, so I will. I'm going straight home though, I just hope I don't get pulled over or see the neighbors when I get back!" She was still grinning. "When I told Chris that his control and orders had turned me on, he said that that was a good thing because his cousin likes to be in control."

I was now confused, "What do you mean, his cousin?"

"Well, that's what I was doing in the parking lot! I saw Chris earlier in the warehouse and started to get wet just seeing him, so I messaged saying that I can't wait until the weekend, but he said that he couldn't make it this week, but even worse, he can't see me for the next 2 or 3 weekends. His auntie is really sick, and he is taking his mom up there this weekend and has promised to go back to help on the other weekends, for as long as needed." she was telling me this, with ropes of cum resting on her forehead, cheek and chin, and hanging off her hair, which was very surreal, as it obviously didn't bother her. What had I turned her in to?

"Okay," I said, thinking that this might be the natural break in proceedings that we needed to get back to some normality.

She continued, "Well, when he said that I almost lost my mind, so I actually called him and begged him to not go, but obviously it's family and health, so that wasn't fair. I told him I needed his cock, I was desperate, and he could tell." She then paused, thinking of me she said, "I'm sorry Dave, but I am still on a high about this and am craving it, it'll calm down soon, I know it, but right now I need big cock sex."

"So, has your lunchtime fun scratched the itch for you?" I asked.

"Oh, no, that was payment!" she said.

"For what?" confused again.

"Well," she was a bit hesitant, "I got a bit manic with Chris on the phone, when he said that he wouldn't be about, and was rambling about needing his big cock. After a while, he calmed me down by offering to hook me up with his cousin, who would be perfect for us, as he is very much in to 'our' situation."

"What does that mean?" I asked, panicking slightly that someone new was entering our arrangement.

"Chris said he had acted as a Bull to other white couples before, and that I'd enjoy what he offered. But, if he was letting someone else in on our sweet deal, he needed a payoff. Which is why we were here."

I could feel myself welling up, "Seriously Rachel, another man, when is this going to end?"

"Stop blubbering, I can't help myself at the moment, thanks to you and your fantasies. Anyway, this cousin, Trey, is just a stop gap to fulfill my needs for a weekend or two, I'll calm down by then I'm sure. And, I'm still going to let you out, as promised, if you behave."

That helped, the thought of some release in a few days sharpened my mind. It also reminded me that I should stop moaning now, in case it pissed her off. "Thank you, Ma'm." I said, clearly accepting the new arrangement.