So here goes. I'll share some real experiences with you all. I've lurked for a long time, but have decided to share, mainly because I'm tired of a lot of the fantasies out there.
Lots of people claim to write true stories, and who knows if they are, but you'll quickly tell that this one is.
First the background. My wife (married 2 years, together 6) is not a bombshell, but she's cute. About 5'9", dark dark brown hair and a little chubby. Probably 20 pounds overweight, but she has some great curves and good proportions. Only her boobs are a bit smaller than they should be on a girl that size. B cups.
I don't think she had had sex before our relationship. She had definitely fooled around, maybe even gotten her clit rubbed but not sex. Permisterally, I had only had sex with one other girl before my wife.
I'm about 6'2", brown hair and average build. Not very muscular but I tend to work out. My dick is average. I have no problem satisfying my wife and have made her cum many times in the same session. We love having sex and have a great sex life. I like being dominant sometimes, but sometimes I like when she's dominant. Obviously, the following will relate to the latter aspect of our relationship.
We are both 27.
I knew I liked the cuckolding fantasy, or at the least the dominant, sexy, slutty female vixen fantasy for a long time - even before I met my wife. I never knew it but over time it became apparent in the things that would turn me on (read: online porn). I bought a chastity cage online (CB something or other) when I was still single (read: alone) and tried it one a couple times. Trying it on would turn me on, and then I'd masturbate. But I only used it a couple times and then kind of grew bored of it. It would only come out on rare occasions and only when I was alone.
It never really made an appearance with my wife until a few years into our relationship. As we grew closer I started to share more fantasies. So did she. I found out she loved being called a slut while we fucked and that would get her super wet. And it would get her to cum hard. But she also liked to be in control and when I sometimes told her that I wanted to be her slave, she would order me around and tell me to lick her pussy or fuck her hard.
Eventually I confided that sometimes I imagine us going out to a club or bar and her turning on other guys, especially guys with bigger dicks. I'm not what she thought of it, but she saw it turned me on and I think that turned her on to. She would make up stories and dirty talk along those lines when we fucked, but I knew she was doing it for my sake only. Sometimes I'd make dirty talk along the same lines while fucking her and she fed off my energy and I think liked it.
I can't remember when exactly but one day we had a conversation and I mentioned the chastity cage. She was curious and I showed it to her. Oddly enough it wasn't very sexual. We sort of just looked at it like a curiosity. She asked why I had bought it and said it seemed like a turn on, but that I didn't really use it much, which was true.
As time went on we really started to open up sexually, like we could tell each other everything and we did. One day I really started telling her in detail about how sexy it would be if we went out and she dressed and acted like a slut. It was turning me on so much I was visibly shaking. She saw that and was definitely into the idea. I mentioned that if I was wearing the cage, it would be that much hotter. Those ideas swirled in our head and we had great sex, but nothing much came of it...
Until recently. That's why I am sharing. One boring Friday night I suggested we go out. To my surprise SHE said something along the lines of "so I can be your slut?" out of jest. I immediately pounced on it and told her "YES". She kind of was joking, but was also serious. We both didn't know if we had agreed on something or not, but I could feel the excitement. She kind of looked at me sheepishly and thought about it and we agreed we could have some fun.
She went to get ready and put on some sexy lingerie and a tight black cocktail dress with no panties! I realize that sounds fake, but I will attach a picture to prove it. The dress was not spandex, but maybe had some spandex in it. Either way it hugged her body was not super tight. She didn't wear it very much because she was very body conscious and thought she was fat (what woman doesn't think that?). The dress had to be pulled down a bit to cover the top of the stockings and she didn't want that showing. But, the dress would constantly ride up exposing the stocking and she didn't like that, so she put tights on over the stocking and all the way up to her waist, so she was decked out in black. I obviously didn't want her to wear the stockings, but had no choice. She was loosening up, but wasn't that loose and comfortable yet.
She also wore black pumps, not super sexy, but still sexy enough. I permisterally think strappy sandal types are the hottest, but of course she couldn't wear that with stockings.
I wore a regular suit (slacks and jacket) and had the chastity cage on underneath. It was kind of funny cause the cage under my pant made me look like I had a huge bulge. I put on extra loose pants to hide the effect, and it was a bit better, but still a little bulgy. Then again, I was used to the way my crotch looked and figured no one else would notice. The cage went on fine, but I used a little vaseline cause it would rub and my hair kind of got caught in it. At first I noticed it but after sitting around, I'd forget about it and notice it again when I'd get up. I didn't know what to do with the key. I thought it would have been hot to give it to her, but we were afraid it might get lost (it's tiny) so we left it at home.
We didn't know where to go at first, but when we left the house my heart was pounding! We live in a decent sized city (about 500k resident, 1 million with suburbs). Big enough to be anonymous, but also small enough that we could run into someone we knew. We didn't want that. We took a cab to a bar/club outside the main clubbing district.
As a note, I should mention my fantasies did involve black guys more (I'm white), but only cause the general perception is they have bigger dicks. Not really for any racial reamisters. Anyhow, this place we went to generally had a good mix of black and white guys so that was a sort of bonus in my head, although the racial thing didn't come up much in our fantasies.
I'd like to say that it was super sexy from the beginning, but that isn't really true. At first it was kind of boring. There weren't many people there and we weren't really takes or adventurous. I think we were thinking about the fantasy too much. We just ordered takes and sort of talked as normal.
My wife is a bit of a lightweight and she started getting a bit takes after 2 or three vodka sodas. The bar started filling up (I think it was 11:30 or so) and the music started getting better. They started to play more hip/hop rap music which is better to dancing to.
We danced for a bit, but my wife, being self-conscious as she is doesn't like to dance in clubs unless she is very takes. Of course, I saw this as a reamister to take more. After a few more takes we started getting pretty takes and also groggy/tired. I saw the evening slowly going to cuckolds brownie, so I knew I had to switch things up.
The next time she went to the washroom I said I had to go too. The washrooms were down a long flight of stairs in the basement. At the bottom of the stairs, I stopped her, pulled her in and kissed her passionately, grabbing her ass. She pushed me away cause she was afraid someone would see. Again, she is self-conscious and doesn't like public displays of affection much. But because she was takes I got in a few seconds before she pushed me away. Then as she turned around to to the bathroom, I pulled her to a corner away from the stairs (so no one could see) and quickly put my hand up her skirt and down her tights and on to her pussy. She was wet! Not soaking, but I knew she was excited.
She gave me a dirty look and bit her lip and went to the bathroom. I did too, and it was a pain with the cage on. In fact, I had to go to a stall because I didn't want anyone to see at the urinal. I also had to shake a million times to get every last drop out and had to use toilet paper to dry off all the piss. Sorry if this just ruined your boner, but that's the reality of a chastity cage.
I was back up stairs before her and sort of scoped things out. There were lots of guys (white and black) in the club, but also quite a few girls and some way hotter than my wife, and wearing less. I ordered some more takes and looked around. When my wife came back, I noticed something different: she had taken off the tights! I saw this as a very good sign that she was starting to get comfortable. The dress was pulled down to cover the stocking tops, but still a great sign. I couldn't see from the side, but when she sat down I THINK her dress slid up enough to expose the tiniest bit of skin. I started to get very horny.
We drank more and were by around 12:30 clearly takes. Still coherent, but inhibitions were slowly fading. I suggested dancing again and at this point the limited dance floor was pretty packed, so she felt secure that no one would be staring right at her and we could dance.
We danced to hip hop/pop and it was fun. I genuinely had a good time and the sexiness of the night was sort of just background. I had my hands on her hips and ass and we were dancing close.
Maybe intentionally, maybe unintentionally, my hands caused her dress to ride up to its natural position without being pulled over the stocking tops. Suddenly I realized an inch of her upper thigh was showing along with the clips that attach the stockings to the garter belt. I suddenly could feel my cock swell and push against the cage. That of course amplified the horniness, not too mention that holy water was adding fuel to the flaime.
Luckily, my wife did not notice the dress riding up. So we dance like that for a bit longer, maybe 2 or 3 mistergs. She got a bit tired from dancing in heels and we walked back to the seats. As we started leaving the dance floor she suddenly noticed her dress and pulled it back down (must've have been the sudden draft hah). But just before she did I noticed two guys (one of them black) hanging out at the side of the dance floor checking people out. They both were looking in our direct, and although it was dark, I am pretty sure they noticed the inch of skin my wife had been showing. Who knows how long they had been checking her out.
Our seats had been taken, but that was for the better because this time we got a booth. The booth was round. Imagine a round table surrounded on by big comfy couch on most of its circumference. We sat in opposite the "entrance" to the booth. In the dark no one could see under the table so my wife and mines crotch was sufficiently hidden.
After we ordered some more takes (we were sipping at this point) I started letting my hand wander up my wife's thigh. She did the same to me and when her hand grabbed my crotch I was bulging in my cage. My hand crept up her thigh, sliding her dress up as I did. This made her pussy very wet. I lingered on her clit for a few seconds and then pulled back again. She looked at me, smiled and we kissed for a second, nothing too daring.
She said she needed to go to the bathroom again, but I said I'd stay so we don't lose the booth. She pulled her dress down again got up out of the booth and started to walk away, when she realized she wanted her clutch purse to reapply lip gloss or whatever. She turned and took a step back to the table and asked me to hand her the purse across the table. As she was saying this I saw a glimpse of the two guys from before looking in our direction (or so I thought at least). I decided to have some fun.
As she stuck her hand out I handed her the bag, but at the last moment I teasingly pulled it back away from her. To be clear, I would tease her like this all the time or in similar fashion. She'd do the same to me. We have the kind of relationship where we can jokingly say "I hate you" to each other and be cool with it. So it wasn't so surprising I'd teaser her with the purse.
Naturally, her reflex was to lean forward across the table to reach for the purse. As she did this, of course she bent over and on high heels with a short skirt you can imagine what happened! Her skirt rode up, a lot. I don't think it rode up enough to expose her pussy, but it definitely rose up enough to expose 2 inches or so of her thigh and butt cheek. I smiled and laughed and she blushed, got up and quickly pulled her dress back down. She wasn't too upset and I knew she kind of thought it was hot.
As she walked to the bathroom I tried to tell if the two guys or anyone else had seen it, but I couldn't be sure because it was so dark.
When she came back she sat back down and to get into the booth she spread her legs to move in. Maybe because she was takes or maybe intentionally she flashed the whole club and I don't know if anyone saw, but it was driving me crazy that someone did see.
I whispered some dirty talk into her ear telling her how hot and horny I was and that I wanted to fuck her bad like the dirty slut she is. She was loving it and told me cheekily that she wanted a big dick to fuck and not a caged cock. This of course drove me wild.
I then cheekily replied "well then go find one while I go to the bathroom"
And she said "I WILL then". Like someone says to spite someone or to prove them wrong.
I got up to go to the bathroom. It took me a while longer to pee than usual, because of what I described above, but I also took my sweet time. Deep down I sort of hoped she'd actually flirt with some guys, although rationally I knew she probably wouldn't. I was anxious about it. I didn't want her to actually have sex or fool around with another guy, but flirting and leading them on would have been hot. After taking several minutes extra to wash my hands, read the paper on the walls, send a text message etc. I went back up.
I looked at our booth and she wasn't there! I looked around and she was at the bar. Alone. Talking to a black guy. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if I should go up and "ruin it", whatever "it" was she was doing. Then again I wasn't sure she was doing anything and maybe she wanted me to come up to the bar to get this guy off of her. He wasn't too tall, shorter than me and a bit stocky. He didn't look particularly handsome, but he was definitely more muscular than me.
I lingered a bit and didn't go up right away, waiting in the shade near the dance floor, just observing. It seemed like he was buying her a shot and she was accepting. He kept raising two fingers to the bartender, but the bartender kept ignoring him. My line of sight kept getting interrupted by people. The place had gotten pretty crowded.
Then, my wife started looking around for me having noticed I was gone for so long. She spotted me and our eyes locked. She looked right at me and then did something so sexy. She turned her head back to the guy and laughingly stroked his arm like women do when flirting. She later told me it was because she knew I was watching, but who knows, maybe it was intuitive.
They did have shots. In fact they had two each. That's what his two fingers had meant, not two takes. This naturally made me even more horny because I knew the more my wife drank the more she'd loosen up and by this point she had drank a lot. I watched and watched and they leaned in to each other to talk like people do in a crowded, noisy club with music blaring.
My wife didn't want to tell me what they talked about later one. She knew that would turn me on. I figured it was the standard stuff. Then he must have asked her to dance because they went to the dance floor. They started dancing but only danced for half a misterg. She told me later it was too much, too awkward so she shook her head and walked away. For those thirty seconds though it was obvious he was trying to grind with her. It was so hot!
After the thirty seconds or so, she walked back to the bar and I met her on the way. The guy was looking after her and saw me and sort of looked away after that. I guess he got the point. At this point she wanted to leave and so did I. We headed for the door. On the way out we walked past the two guys from earlier near the dance floor. They were with a larger crowd near the bar on the other side near the entrance. As we walked by I cough the black guy looking at my wife (maybe her ass) and sort of licking his lips. It turned me on so much...
When we got home we started making out barely a second after the door closed. She was talking dirty telling me to fuck her but before that I had something else planned. I threw her on the bed, and got totally undressed down to my cage. I raised her skirt and started licking her pussy. The whole scene with her fully dressed, still wearing her heels, and me totally naked with the cage licking her was driving me crazy. She was lying on the edge of the bed with her legs in the air and I was on all fours (a pillow for my knees) licking her like a dog. It was one of the hottest moments ever. She came rather quickly after I started fingering and licking her at the same time. Her wetness and sweat were all mixing and it was so hot.
After she came she was all dazed as though she hadn't cum so hard in a long time. I got the key to the cage and unlocked it. It took some finessing to the the ring off, but once I did my cock got super hard instantaneously.
I fucked her really good for a few minutes and came really hard inside her.
And that was that.
