Cruel wife

Part one......
It was a walk in closet. A single louvred door with a small brass round handle and a key in the lock underneath it.
There were clothes and items on the shelves and on the hangers. A large mirror had been screwed to the wall at the back.
I often looked in whenever I felt like it.
Don't ask me why.
You would think someone who had been t0rtured as often as I had in that small room. Would want to steer clear of it.
But no.
If somehow drew me to it. As if every time I opened the door to peer inside. Something would change. It never did.

As a househusband, I had lots to do during the day while my wife was busy running her small legal office in town.
Not just housework. I was good at DIY and our garden and drive was the envy of all the neighbours.
I kept everything neat and in order. Just the way she liked it.

I could relate to you just how our lives got to this point in time. But it would take too long.
For now. I shall simply try and tell you about this particular evening. In the hope you will understand.

There was never any warning or a time where I could prepare myself for what I called "Moments of exquisite t0rment"
It was her way to simply inflict the pain and frustration that hurt me so much. I loved her for it, yet hated myself at the same time.
Not enough to leave her. I could never leave her.

Her text message simply read,
"The chair"

I swallowed and shivered as I read the words, then began the motions I had felt so often.

I was busy in the garage when my mobile vibrates and beeped. I stopped what I was doing and closed the outer door. Before walking through the internal doorway into the hallway and up the stairs.
I undressed in the small bedroom that comforted me every night then showered and dried myself in front of the bathroom mirror.
Still in good shape. I always said that to myself. A little tummy appearing but hey. I was middle aged now. Well, forty-nine anyway. Eight years older than my beautiful wife.

I sprayed the cologne under my arms and stood for a little while. Gazing down at the tight metal device wrapped around my testicles and penis. I could feel the tingle already. The swelling.
I thought of something else and walked out into the hall and opened the door to her bedroom.
I had changed the bed sheets only that morning. The open window blowing the scent of roses inside.
I turned the key to the closet and opened the door.

I turned and walked to the window and picked up the chair. Carrying it to the closet and placing it inside.
There were four small marks on the rubber mat on the floor. The chair always went in the same place.

I opened one of the drawers at the rear of the closet and took out the four leather fasteners.
Carefully fitting two to the front legs of the chair. The other two fitted on the back.

I stood quite still. Listening to my breathing. I could feel my heart.
Had I used enough cologne. A bead of sweat trickled from my under my armpit.
I used a tissue to wipe myself.

Then I stood perfectly still. Motionless.
Waiting.

This moment had no time. I lost all sense of it.
Then the sound of her car turning into the drive. The clink of the door closing and her heels on the cement.
The front door opening and closing.
I breathed, I swallowed. I closed my eyes.

She walked upstairs and into the master bedroom. Throwing her briefcase onto the bed.
She gave me a cursory look as she swung the closet door open. Before walking away and starting to undress out of her smart office suit, just out of my line of sight.
There was a click as she lit a cigarette and then the vision of her nakedness as she crossed the room to enter the en-suite bathroom.
I could hear her humming softly to herself.

I gazed down at the chair beside me.

A few minutes passed before the sound of the shower drifted into my small space. I imagined the water falling over her long brunette hair and cascading down her tanned body. Her hands caressing her breasts as she lathered every inch of herself.

I still stood in silence when she had finished drying herself and was now blowing the hot air from the dryer through her hair.
I stood and waited for the moment she would deal with me. It was expected but never failed to make my heart miss a beat.

The door opened wide and she looked at me. Always the same little curl of her lip.
"Sit"
As if I were her pet not her husband. But sit I did.
My hands automatically went behind the back of the chair and the restraints tightly held my wrists.
I could smell her sweetness and freshness as she knelt to secure my ankles to the two front legs.
The small silver key on a chain around her neck clicked the lock open on my metal chastity cage and she eased my already swollen manhood from the tube, leaving the ring in place around my balls.
She scolded me for already producing precum and wiped the small amount of glistening fluid from the back of her hand onto my thigh.
I looked longingly as she walked away. I ached for her hands to touch me. To wank me.
I could still feel her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. But only in my imagination, my memory. It was only once. It was for me to remember she had said.

I sat. I sat always perfectly still. Feeling the ***** flow to my loins. My cock aching to be relieved.
I could see her in the bedroom. Part of her tease.
Watching her put her make up on. The lipstick. Brushing her hair into the pony tail she knew I loved to see.
The perfume she sprayed onto herself before putting her silk underwear on. The hold up stockings and shining high heels.
A simple black dress to end.
She stood in front of me.

I wanted to talk to her. To tell her how beautiful she was. How I loved her so.
It would be pointless.
I sat. I sat still as she turned and walked out of the room.

As I said before. Time has no meaning. I cannot measure it. I only try to keep my mind clear of things, an empty place.
My cock eases a little. It has been three weeks since any release. The marks the metal tube makes are clearly visible on my skin. My helmet looks more purple. Is it only my imagination.

The doorbell rings downstairs. Her footsteps in the hall. The door opening and her cheery voice. A mans voice too.
I cannot make out the conversation but hear laughter.
The footsteps disappear into the living area. Perhaps ******, wine or champagne. Is he a beer man.

Time passes but again the sense of movement is gone from my brain.
It is only when I hear the sound of footsteps on the stairs that my mind clears. My senses tingle. As if given an electric shock I strain at the leather restraints holding my wrists.

The hum1liation of being seen like this by another man. It hurts and yet it is something she loves. It is just part of her cuckold cruelty.
My head lowers so I do not see him as if it is the same for him. I try not to listen to their talk. I close my eyes.

"Why don't you get undressed and make yourself comfortable" she says "I won't be a moment"

She stands in front of me. Close.
Her fingers unzip her dress and it falls to the floor at my feet. Her bra she drapes around my shoulders.
Her panties are neatly folded and pushed into my mouth.
I stare with watering eyes at her stunning figure. Her long legs. The neatly shaven area of hair above her cunt. A tiny triangle pointing downwards at her larger than average labia.
She smiles as she sees me shake emotionally.

I can only watch as she turns and walks out of my little prison room. Closing the Louvred door and locking it.
I am not permitted the privilege of watching her have sex.
Not because she does not like me watching. Simply because she knows it is something I adore.
Cruelty.

Not being able to see only makes my mind eye work overtime.
Is he licking her pussy, is she sucking his cock. I hear her moans of pleasure.
The pain I feel is indescribable.
How can I love a woman who treats me this way.
I cannot explain.

My cock stiffens with every sigh and moan. Every noise the bed makes as he thrusts in and out of her.
I ache for release.
I ache knowing it will never come.
stevensmiles

Amazing!!! Hopefully the start of great things to cum lol
Droopy and Miss

That is an incredibly well-written and erotic story. Please please continue.

I forgot the rather silly censorship on this site and have edited accordingly
stevensmiles

I was simply going to write this as a one off.
But do you think there is a need to follow it up ?
stevensmiles

I think so it deserves it chastity, sissification ****** cuck 69 too lol
Droopy and Miss

Part two.....


I guess you must be wondering exactly how I could have got myself into this whole closet cuckold thing.
Perhaps it's best if I start from the beginning.
My name is Bob by the way. Robert actually but everyone knows me as Bob.

It would be pointless going too far back. You are only really going to interested in things after I had met Helen.
She is my gorgeous, stunningly attractive and sexy wife. You probably guessed that.
How did we meet. ?

I was in a relationship already. Sally and I shared an apartment together and also shared the same interest in sex. We both liked to fuck other people. It wasn't like Sally and I were in love exactly. It was a partnership of convenience more than anything.
We were involved in the swinging scene and pretty much content with the way things were going in our life, our work and our time spent together.

I remember the date exactly.
It was day before my 29th birthday and Sally and I were at a party hosted by a couple we had met several times before.
The house was impressive. Detached of course, set in its own grounds of about an acre.
I had just had quite the most unimpressive sex with a woman a few years older than myself and was sitting with my towel wrapped around my lower half. Sally was still upstairs and with a couple we had also met several times over our swinging lifetime.
Unlike Sally I had no interest in members of the same sex.

Helen stood out from everyone at that party. The kind of girl you could not resist looking at. Not just because of her beauty. It was more than that. It had everything to do with her style, her mannerisms, the way she looked at you or even moved.

She was wearing a red satin robe and sat opposite me on one of the high stools at the neat little bar.
I smiled and said hello and was treated to the cutest curl of her lips showing gleaming white teeth. She was so young.
I couldn't help but feel she was out of place at a swingers party.
But I was glad she was there because like every other man who was there, and a few ladies. We all wanted her.
But at that particular moment, there and then. Helen and I were alone in the lounge.
The sound of her voice was crisp and caught me by surprise,
"I'm Helen. Who are you"

I had just taken a sip of water and felt stupid when I couldn't reply as quick,
"I'm Robert" I stuttered a little "It's Bob, really everybody calls me Bob"
Why was I flushing.

She smiled even more and stood up, opening her robe to reveal quite the most perfect body underneath quite the most beautiful face,
"Come with me Robert" she said.

We walked out into the hall and through the kitchen. Pat, one of the hosts was pouring wine into a bowl on the island and gave a cursory nod as Helen and I passed her.
It appeared that all the other guests were spread out in the many rooms throughout the house.
She opened the door to a walk in larder and giggled as she spoke to Pat,
"You don't mind do you"

Pat looked at me and then at Helen and laughed,
"As long as you don't knock any tinned food off the shelf" she turned away still giggling.

Once inside, Helen took the towel from around my waist and dropped it on the floor,
"How many times have you had sex tonight Robert" she said matter of factly.

"Twice" I replied.
I wanted to hold her and kiss her she was so incredibly beautiful. But something stopped me. Something told me Helen was controlling this little liaison and it was probably best if I just followed her lead.
"Your going to lick me Robert" she pressed onto my shoulders and I found myself dropping to my knees "Your going to lick my cunt and try your best to make me cum" she smiled down at me but there was no humour in her eyes, "Your going to lick me and then I'm going to leave you in here and go find someone else to have sex with. Do you understand that Robert"

I heard her voice and could decipher the words but my mouth and tongue was already savouring her perfect cunt. My hands gripping her buttocks as I pleasured her.
My cock free stiff. Her hands held tightly into my head as she pushed herself forcibly into my face.
All too soon she gently pushed me away and opened the door. She picked up her robe and looked down at me nonchalantly,
"Stay in here if you want Robert. But I am sure you would rather come with me and watch me get fucked"
She walked out.

I was kind of in a daze. Who was this young girl, why did she speak to me the way she did. I was about to say something to her but she had already left and was heading through the kitchen into the hallway......... with me fumbling behind and wrapping the towel around myself.
We did not get far because as she headed up the stairs, a man of about 40 or so was coming down.
Helen stopped him by placing her hand on his chest and with a beaming show of her perfect teeth she told him to fuck get.
To say he was surprised is a bad example of the look he gave her, then the look he gave me.
But as he too was lost for words at that moment. Helen put the corner of a foil square in her mouth and big it.
"Only if you want too" she kissed him tenderly and before I knew what was happening. She had unrolled the condom (where it came from is anybody's guess) onto his cock and was offering herself to him. She held the bannister as he thrust into her from behind.
Me............. I stood like some gormless idiot. Wanting to walk away. But I couldn't.
They fucked on the stairs and in a few seconds had a couple at the top watching them and cheering them on. The hosts themselves appearing at the bottom offering encouragement too.

She was in that moment in time. The sexiest most incredible woman/girl I had ever seen and of course I wanted her. I told myself I would be having sex with her later.
It is my mantra to this day. I still tell myself that exact same thought.

I did not have sex with her later. Sally suddenly felt the urge she needed to go home and brought on this strop. She wouldn't tell me why but I assume something just have happened in one of the bedrooms to have brought it on.
We drove back to ours with me trying to come up with an idea as to how I could find out who Helen was. So many questions in my head. All I knew was that I wanted her more than I have ever wanted anything or anyone in my entire life.
I did not know it then. But in having those thoughts. I was about to change the course of my life into a style I had never dreamt of, or even thought possible for that matter.

To be continued.............
stevensmiles

Very very good! Please DO go on! 😁😁😁👍

Intriguing....please continue. M

Robert here.....
I wanted you to see a picture of Helen.
I want you all to see the beauty that treats me so cruelly.
Yet I love and adore her more than words can tell.
stevensmiles

Wow love the whole chair idea, what a,mind fuck

She is gorgeous