The Key to SexbyRod_Walker©
My name is Linda. I am on my way home to my husband of 6 years, to tell him he is now a cuckold. I spent last night at a hotel with Ron. I keep wondering if I have gone too far, I love my husband to death. I want to spend the rest of my life with him and grow old with him. Most of all I look forward to having children with him, raising them and driving them to soccer games.
I ask myself why I spent last night with Ron if Andy is my man. I know the answer, I have an itch. Last night Ron scratched that itch and did a very good job of it as well.
No, I don't have a craving for large cocks. I'm not looking for an interracial experience. I'm not a slut. I don't even like sex all that much. Well, OK, I guess I like it just fine, but not like a slut or a woman that needs to open new sexual horizons. I just need to be in control. Having a lover gives me control in my marriage. Or at least I think it will, and I hope it will.
I am 5'9" and I have a really good body, blonde hair and pretty face. Some say a beautiful face. I used those assets in college to snag Andy. He was not a jock but there was something about him that attracted me right away. The strong, silent, slightly nerdy type. After I started dating him, I found out his family had money, and that didn't hurt.
Andy asked me to marry him right after graduation but there was a hitch. His parents insisted on an iron clad pre-nup agreement. They wanted to protect the family business, which I guess from their point of view, was reasonable. But remember, I said I have control issues? I tried my best to talk my way out of it, but it was no use. It was pre-nup or nothing. I signed it with a forced smile on my face.
I wonder if I would have cuckolded Andy last night if it was not for the pre-nup? I started the marriage one step behind Andy, and I didn't like it. I needed to catch up even with him, perhaps even pass him a little.
Right away I used sex as a weapon. I'm not proud of it, but the fact is I got my control in the bedroom. Andy performs oral sex on me but I have never had his cock in my mouth. I tell him I just can't do it, that I would throw up if I tried. I tell him he does not have to do oral on me if he doesn't want to. However I treat him like a king when he does it, and like a dog when he doesn't. So of course, he does it often, and he does it well. Naturally anal sex is not even on the table.
A couple of years ago I started thinking about having another man. The sex with Andy is good to great, and sometimes even fantastic. Andy loves to pamper me with little gifts, flowers and such, and I love to reward his efforts. So it's not about sex, really, I just want another man.
I read stories online about cuckolding. Most of them didn't help me, but here and there I picked up ideas. I started working on Andy slowly, using little games. I would talk to him like he was my lover, and not my husband, "Hurry up George, my husband will be home soon!" That kind of thing. Over time I cranked up the fantasy. I would put an empty chair in the room and pretend Andy was in it. While I had sex with the real Andy, I would look at the chair and say, "I hope the ropes are not too tight Andy. Thank you for letting me fuck George while you watch. Once he is done, I want you to do your duty and eat me out!" Andy mostly laughed at this.
When Andy went along he received great sex nightly. When he didn't I had headaches, or I was tired. Finally one night I took his cock in my hand, got it nice and hard, then suggested we try cuckolding for real. His reaction was not good, confusion, puppy dog eyes and his erection disappeared in record time. I was tempted to call it a joke, but decided to push my way through and see what happened. I told him it would be great for us both, It would just be sex, not love, I would reward him like never before, in other words the usual bull.
It took months of work but eventually Andy agreed, almost. He was reluctantly to be sure, but I had my go ahead, sort of.
I am aware that my story so far makes me seem like a cold calculating bitch. And at some level that might be true. But I really do love my husband and I am a good wife to him. Yes I play games, but don't we all? I keep a good house for my man, and give him all the hot meals and hot pussy he needs. We have a great social life, and I know he loves to have me on his arm when we go out. We travel quite often and both enjoy it immensely. We visit weekly with both our families and soon we will start making a baby. I just need to do this one thing first, I need to be with another man. I was not a virgin when I started dating Andy but I might as well have been. I had a couple of boyfriends but they didn't last long and the sex was not very good. Awful is more like it.
I met Rob a few months ago at the workout room of our country club. He is a little older than us and has been divorced for a few years. He did a little flirting with me, and I did a little back. You know how it is. When I finally told him that I wanted to have sex with him, and that my husband was OK with it, he was amazed and very interested.
Andy was very quiet the last week before my date with Ron. I had to be careful because I knew Andy would never allow it if he knew what I had planned. I told him I had a date that weekend but at the same time made it sound like it was a fantasy, that I was roll playing about a date. I gave Andy great sex every night that week and even considered giving him a blow job. I considered it, but I didn't do it. The control thing, you know.
I got ready for my date with Rob and left the house while Andy was still playing golf. I left him a note telling him I was going on my date and I would be home early the next day.
"Did you have a good time," Andy asked as I entered the house. I could see he was very tense, angry and upset.
"A very good time, Ron was wonderful, very charming!" I said with a smile. "We had a lovely dinner, some dancing, it was very romantic. Then we went back to his place for the night."
Andy's voice was almost a croak, his emotions barely in check, "Did you sleep with him? I mean did you have sex with him?"
"Yes, of course. You knew that was going to happen. You gave your approval!"
"I NEVER gave any fucking approval! You told me it was going to happen, and made it sound like you were role playing a fantasy, I never had an option!"
"You accepted it and that is the same thing! Look it's been done and there is nothing either of us can do to change it now. If you didn't want me to have sex with him you had weeks to tell me!" Actually Andy had made it very plain he never wanted me to have sex with anyone else, I was revising history a little. But I was feeling pretty guilty at that point, and the best defense is offense.
I had a sudden feeling that I may have made a big mistake. I wanted to have sex with Ron, so I had wheedled and bulldozed my husband into it. Now it was the cold light of day, and there was no way to undo what I had done. All I could do was put the best face I could on it, and move on.
Andy said, "I need to have a talk with this Ron asshole!"
"Ron is not an asshole, he is a very nice guy. I have told you before, I will not be giving you any more information about him. So there is no way you will ever be speaking to him."
"If he goes around fucking other men's wives then he is a first class asshole! I think I should have a talk with him and then maybe his wife."
"Ron is not married!"
Andy looked at me with surprise, then he smirked a little, "Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, quite sure!" but looking at Andy I wasn't really all that sure now. I started to think that my husband may know more than I thought. God, that could be real bad. After all we did have a pre-nup. Once again I had that feeling that I was getting in over my head.
"You just had to do it Linda." Andy said full of anger, "You had to go and give your pussy to another man. You did give him your pussy, didn't you? You cheating little cunt! You gave him what was mine!"
He had called me a "cunt", I had never heard him use that word, and I was furious! I now wanted to hurt him back. "And that's not all I gave him! I also gave him a first class blow job, and I swallowed!"
"Did you give him your ass as well? Your skanky cheating ass?"
"No, not yet! But we are meeting on Thursday and that will be the first thing I offer him!" I said with triumph. Then I immediately regretted my words I saw the anguish in my husband's eyes over my last revelations. I never planned on telling him about the blow job. And I certainly was not going to give Ron my ass. My anger had gotten the better of me. I was stupid, stupid, stupid, how could I take back those words now? There was no way.
I wanted to have my children with this man, why was I cutting him to the quick like this? Was control this important to me?
"Six years of marriage, and I can't get in your mouth without you being sick! Now asshole comes along and you suck him off like a pro! Why would you do that to me Linda? Please tell me why?"
I didn't have a good answer to that, I couldn't tell him that not sucking him was my personal power trip. So I went with something from one of the stories I had read. "I wanted to have something special that I could share with my lover and not with my husband. Something that made our relationship unique." Even as I was saying it, it sounded idiotic. And it was another kick in the balls to my husband. What the fuck was I doing! I had had high hopes for this conversation with my husband, but it was quickly going to hell in a hand basket!
"Can you think of anything else to say to humiliate me more Linda? It seems like that is what you are trying to do here. Everything for your asshole lover, and you husband gets shit! Do you have a clue at how it makes me feel to know you are doing things for him, that you would never do for me. Every word you say, is another nail in the coffin for this marriage. Do you think I can ever make love to you again after this?" Andy was crying now. His voice full of anger and frustration.
"You have already let me know he was better than me in bed. Why don't you finish me off by telling me his cock was larger than mine!"
I should have spoken up at this point, and let him know that Ron was not any bigger or better than him. That sex with my husband was twice as good as I had ever had with anyone else. But I didn't say anything, I let the moment pass. I was in shock, this could not be happening. Then things actually got worse.
Andy took control of himself, picked up the phone and made a call, "Hello is this Mrs. Carter?
"Mrs. Carter my name is Andy Young. Last night your husband Ron had sex with my wife Linda at the Embassy Hotel.
"No, I'm not kidding, I wish I was. I'm sorry to be the one to give you the bad news. My private investigator will be sending you a packet of information. You can use it against him if you want. May I speak with your husband?"
I was frozen in place with fear! Andy knew Ron's last name and phone number! Ron was married! Private Investigator? It was like I could hear my marriage going right down the toilet!
"Hello Ron! How are you doing? This is Andy Young, Linda's husband. I'm sorry but I just let your wife in on your little secret. It didn't sound like she was happy, then again it didn't seem like she was all that surprised either. I just wanted to let you know, that if you ever again lay a finger on my wife, I'm going to kill you!" Andy was screaming into the phone at this point. "Don't get me wrong asshole, I'm not saying that I'll beat you up, or put you in the hospital! I'm saying that I will come up behind you some day, as you walk through a door, and put my 38 to the back of your head, and blow your brains all over the fucking ceiling! Got that asshole? I mean dead, as in you in a coffin with your veins full of formaldehyde!" Then Andy slammed the phone down and turned to look at me.
For the first time in my life, I felt I was in physical danger. Andy might be furious enough to do anything. At this point I was wishing I had a time machine. I needed to go back 24 hours and not fuck Ron. Not fuck married to a wife Ron! My mind was searching for a way to undo this mess I was in. I was coming up with nothing!
"Did you forget about the pre-nup Linda?" Andy was a little calmer now. "Did you forget that if you fuck around, you get pretty much nothing?"
"You knew about us, you gave permission."
"In the first place, I did not give any fucking permission! In the second place you can't prove I gave you any kind of fucking permission. In the third place my attorney is of the opinion that, according to the language of the pre-nup, you are in violation even if I did give you permission! Which I did NOT!
"The private investigators I hired appear to be expensive, but very good. They tapped our phone and found out where you were having your fuck session last night. They were there way ahead of you and your lover. They put a video camera in the room. I have not seen the video but I understand it's a slam dunk for my side."
"You have video of Ron and I?" Every time I think it can't get worse, it does.
"The video will not be admissible in court, but the hotel register, and pictures of you kissing him as you enter the room from a public corridor can be admitted. The video however could find its way to the internet plus every family member, neighbor and friend you have."
"Andy please, you wouldn't do that!" I was shaking now and afraid my knees were going to buckle.
"I will do exactly that if you don't do exactly what I say, when I say it, now and in the future."
"Yes Andy, I will do whatever you want. I am so sorry for being so stupid. I didn't understand how cruel I was being to you. Please don't throw me away! You know I love you, and only you. Ron was a stupid piece of vanity for me! I will never see him again, or any other man. Please believe me, I am so sorry darling!"
"I'm going away for a while Linda. My bags are already in the car. If you have a brain in your head then you will stay away from Ron, and every other man." Then my husband walked out on me. What a mess!
Ron called me later that day saying, "Hello Linda."
"Ron, last night was the worst mistake of my life, never contact me again in any way! Say hello to your WIFE for me!" And then I hung up. I don't know if they were still tapping the phones, but it didn't matter. I would have said the same thing either way. It was the truth.
How could I have disrespected the man I love so terribly? My desire for control had all but destroyed me, and it still might. My only hope was to do whatever I could to hang on to Andy. I wondered how I would have reacted if my husband had done to me, what I did to him. Could I forgive him if the shoe was on the other foot? I don't really think so. So why did I deserve a second chance? I didn't deserve one, I simply wanted one, and hoped to god I would get it!
I kept wondering if Andy had watched the video of that night yet. My best chance was that he never looked at it. If he ever sees me with Ron's cock in my mouth, he will never forgive me. Why should he? I gave a lying cheating asshole something I had always refused my loving husband. What a controlling bitch I was! If I ever get another chance, I will give my husband anything he wants with a smile on my face.
I was in daily fear that I was going to be served divorce papers, but they didn't come. About a week after he left Andy sent me an email, "Linda- If you wish to stay married please measure yourself per the attached instructions and send me the results. You must measure carefully - Andy"
I opened the attachment and found drawings and instructions on measuring myself for a female chastity belt. My first reaction is that it was a joke. The instructions referred to a website that I immediately checked out. These things were not a joke. It was a stainless steel and rubber chastity belt, custom fit to a woman.
The pictures at the website both frightened me and aroused me at the same time. Did Andy expect me to wear this? Would I wear it? I imagined myself locked into this thing, unable to remove it. The thought gave me butterflies in my stomach. I imagined Andy going off to work, with the key to my sex in his pocket.
Clearly if I was wearing one of these I would not be cheating on my husband. It would be physically impossible. I have heard of spouses that had been cheated on saying "trust but verify" it looked like Andy was going for "don't trust, lock up her pussy". The entire idea was hot. At least it was hot if you were not the one wearing it. That's not true, the idea of a chastity device had me very aroused.
The site had links to chastity blogs. I spent many hours reading posts from people that loved their belts, or were having problems with them. It seems having a bowel movement, when locked in one, might not be much fun.
I printed out the instructions and started taking measurements. I had to stop and calm down because my hands were shaking. I emailed my measurements back to Andy with a question, "If I wear this, do we have a chance?" I waited for an answer barely able to breathe.
"I'm not sure. But if you don't wear it, we have no chance. Trust is very important for me. This allows me to trust." Was Andy's email reply.
Well I had my answer. He didn't put it so many words, but it was chastity or divorce. Well so be it. Andy was not a cruel man, he was a very kind and considerate one. He would make me wear the belt if it was uncomfortable or annoying. He would not however, keep me locked in it, if I was in pain, of if it was dangerous.
Two weeks later the belt arrived at my door. I noted it came from Andy, not the website. I had the belt and the instructions but no keys. Obviously Andy was keeping the keys. Inside the box was a note from Andy, "Lock it on then send me an email."
I tried it on with more trembling fingers. The fit was good, I'm glad I took my time with the measurements. I was getting very wet as I put it on. I also had the butterflies back in my stomach. I had quite a thrill when I head the lock click home. There was no backing out now.
I sent Andy an email. At the last minute I chose to spice it up, "Andy -- Your wife is chastised! -- Love Linda" Now what was in store for me!
Two days later I was still waiting. What an experience having my pussy locked up! Talk about a rush. I was taking three showers a day to feel clean. Going to the bathroom was not as bad as I feared, and I was already learning little tricks on dealing with the belt. Reading the chastity blogs was very helpful.
When was Andy going to show up with the key? Soon I hope! Wearing the belt made me horny all the time but there was nothing I could do about it. Sometimes I thought I would scream. I considered writing Andy an email and begging, but I wanted to give him some space on this. I planned to give him one more day.
Then at 7 at night the doorbell! Thank god it was Andy. I have never been so happy to see anyone. "Why did you ring the doorbell Andy, this is your house honey!"
Andy didn't answer me he just came in then looked me up and down and said, "Let me see it." I was happy to undress for him.
When I was naked I stood in front of him with my heart beating so loud it was a wonder he couldn't hear it. Andy took a close look at the belt the said with a smile, "It smells like you like this thing!"
"Bastard!" I whispered, but I was giggling and Andy didn't take offense.
"Damn, that is sexy looking. Now I wish I had brought the keys!"
"What, you don't have the keys?" Panic was setting in until I saw Andy was laughing. He was having a joke at my expense. Now he knew how much I wanted out of my belt.
"I'll take the belt off, then you can get a good shower." Andy walked with me to the master bath. I was trying to walk sexy but the belt had a lot to say about that. In the bathroom Andy took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and told me to turn around.