Fantasy Week

CHAPTER 1

As she handed orange slices and juice boxes to the eager young soccer players, I watched from behind. Her long brown ponytail swung like a lure dangling from a hook, enticing unsuspecting prey to sample the treats. The ponytail extended from the opening on the back of her pink golf cap. Over the brim on the front of the cap, there was a logo for a golf course in the Bahamas.

I wondered if she was wearing it today to remind me of our trip six months ago when I bought her the pink cap. I remembered watching her that night when she wore nothing but the golf cap and high heels as she stood under the bright light of a full moon. She was hitting golf balls from the tee box while I took her picture. Our bungalow was only a short walk from the edge of the golf course to the tee box, but it must have seemed a mile when she was naked. However, she didn't show any hesitation when I told her what I wanted her to do. She had dropped her clothes just inside the bungalow door and, after grabbing a driver from the golf bag, she strode confidently across the lush green grass with her ponytail swinging enticingly in front of me. I was fully clothed with an erection as I scrambled after her. I couldn't believe she was actually doing it. Her nipples were hard with excitement as she stepped up on the tee box. She looked at me over her shoulder before bending over sexily to give me a great view of her ass and pussy as she pushed the tee into the ground. She looked over her shoulder again to give me a wink as she wiggled her hips seductively. She cradled the driver in her long fingers as she extended the club in front of her. I snapped pictures as I walked around in front of her and placed the first ball on the tee. Her spread legs and smoothly shaved pussy were quite a sight with the moonlight reflecting off her untanned, pearly white skin. She licked her lips before getting ready to hit her first drive. "So, no anal tonight if I hit it over the pond, right?" I nodded skeptically. She took a deep breath and then started the slow, careful backswing she learned from her golf instructor. Somehow, even in the dark, she managed to make firm contact with the ball and it shot off the tee with a 'Crack!' A moment later, we both heard the distinctive 'Splash'. I smiled triumphantly and with a 'Harumph' she said, "Double or nothing?"

She willingly and eagerly paid up on her debt that night and during the nights that followed. It was Fantasy Week after all, and, at least so far, neither of us had played our "I Surrender" card where we could back out of any task. However, if you 'surrendered' then you couldn't take your turn being in charge during the next Fantasy Week and we both liked being in charge. For that trip, I had booked us at a couples resort with a nude beach so I could show off my usually modest wife's body. My wife, Kim, even played along when we seduced a young, repressed, recently divorced schoolteacher into coming back to the bungalow with us. Well, truth be told, it was probably more my wife's idea than mine to have another woman join us. She had asked, "Why haven't you ever proposed having a threesome? I thought that was every guy's fantasy." I tried to play it off like it never occurred to me but, in reality, I just assumed she would ki!l me if I ever mentioned it. By the next night, we had found our playmate – Bonnie. At the urging of the schoolteacher's friends, she had come to the couples' resort with the intent of 'getting laid', but she was too shy to follow through with any of the single guys. Her friends had given up for the evening and gone to bed while Bonnie stayed for a final glass of wine. That's when she met my wife and within an hour we were all back in our bungalow getting naked. The poor woman hadn't enjoyed decent sex during the entire three years of marriage and then her husband left her for another man. I got to enjoy every guy's fantasy of watching two women together and then taking pleasure in every possible way I could think of with both women.

We had come a long way in the four years since our therapy sessions with the marriage counselor. It was shortly after the birth of our second kid when the problems started and we realized our marriage might be in trouble. We were barely having sex at all and when we did it was obvious that neither of us was enjoying it much anymore. When my wife admitted she found sex to be nothing more than another chore she had to take care of, I blurted out that I found sex with her to be boring and less satisfying than jerking off. Well, that earned me some time on the couch ("so you can do something more satisfying than sl_eep with me") before the thera_pist suggested we try some roleplaying and doing something spontaneous to spark our desire for each other again.

We agreed to get a babysitter and to meet at a hotel lounge. We would act like two single people on a business trip that had just met for the first time. Our goal was to remember what it was like to meet and seduce someone. The thera_pist had suggested we not have sex that night and instead we should, "Let the spark grow like a newfound love and anticipate seeing each other again the next day." However, we ended up getting a room at the hotel and fucking our brains out while calling each other by our fake names. I doubt our thera_pist was contemplating how far we would take her advice when we started 'having an affair' and started 'cheating on each other' by meeting at lunchtime for a quickie with our alter egos. My wife would even wear a different perfume than her usual scent or leave a bit of lipstick on my collar to find later when she'd accuse me of being unfaithful. I'd deny it at first but then I'd finally admit it and we'd have passionate makeup sex and promise to never be apart. Although 'Ned' and 'Eileen' still get together for a torrid illicit fuck every now and then, we decided to try something new and to take a vacation every six months that we call Fantasy Week (which was usually less than a whole week).

We take turns being in charge of planning the vacation and deciding what we'll do during the trip. The other person's role is to play along and help fulfill whatever fantasies the other has planned. Our first trip was just an extension of our Ned and Eileen affair. During that trip, Kim had commented on how easy and exciting it would be to have an affair. "How would you feel knowing I was off with my lover while you were home taking care of the kids?" she had asked. I told her it would drive me insane and I would be obsessed the entire time she was gone. For the rest of that trip, she would tell 'Ned' about her husband back home that couldn't satisfy her the way he could, and how she was glad 'Ned' owned her pussy now. She sent chills through me every time she talked about her 'little-dicked husband'.

After that first trip, we started coming up with other scenarios. We got a cabin in the mountains where I was the mountain man and she was the runaway Indian girl that was hiding from her tribe so she wouldn't have to marry the evil chief. She was a virgin and needed me to teach her the ways of love. That was the first time I had ever spanked my wife. The sex afterward was electric.

When it was her turn again, we were spies in a large European city that were trying to steal the same secrets. She had cleverly hidden some clues at museums, cafes and tourist attractions. If I solved the riddle then she would be my prisoner to do with as I pleased, but if I didn't then she would 'interrogate' me until she got whatever information she needed. That was the first time my wife ever spanked me and fucked me with a dildo. I told her whatever she wanted to hear – including how much I loved what she was doing to me and I begged for more.

Today, as the kids scampered off to the car after the soccer game, it was the trip a year ago that I couldn't stop thinking about. The trip we took before the Bahamas trip. In some ways it was the least eventful of our Fantasy Week getaways. It was certainly the least amount of sex – at least for me. I had none during that trip. As we drove to the airport, Kim had declared that I would only refer to her as Mistress and she would call me 'boy'. She was a royal countess and I was to be her 'seen but not heard' consort. She would tell me, "Boy, take care of that" in front of other people as she shooed me away impatiently, and would tell me to stand quietly beside her as she slowly sipped tea at a sidewalk café. At night, I would massage her feet and bring her to orgasm with my tongue but I was not allowed to be naked except for supervised showers where I could not touch my penis. She enjoyed it so much that she insisted we continue for another week after returning home with the promise she would make it worth my while if I played along. Finally, after I begged her for an orgasm, she let me jerk off on her tits if I promised to lick up my cum after I finished. She had watched me with an amused look as I reluctantly complied. She sat on the end of the bed as I stood in front of her masturbating. I couldn't help thinking that it would be so easy for her to bend forward and take my cock into her mouth, but I did what she requested. I stroked myself until I couldn't hold it back any longer and shot my cum all across her bare tits. She waited until I followed through with my promise and knelt in front of her to lick all of it up. I spent extra time licking and sucking her hard nipples. Finally, she patted my head and said, "There, now don't you feel better?" I realized this is what she meant by "making it worth my while", but, as I knelt before her with my arms wrapped around and cuddling with her, I couldn't deny that I felt strangely thankful and satisfied as she sat on the bed stroking my hair.

I could tell this Fantasy Week was different than the others. She had thoroughly enjoyed her time as The Countess and there was something different in her demeanor that was left unsaid. She liked being more dominant with me. She really liked teasing me and denying me sexual gratification. "Isn't it more important that you make sure I'm satisfied, than worrying about your own selfish pleasure?" She could tell she was driving me crazy with lust and I would do anything to please her. However, within a few weeks we fell back into the routine of being parents and life in general. Before long, we were mostly back to our usual sex life.

After the Bahamas trip, I knew Kim would have something exciting planned for her next adventure. Many nights she would tease me about how I got to live every man's dream with two women in his bed fulfilling his every desire. Then, she would tease that maybe she would get to do the same at the next Fantasy Week. She would say, "Wouldn't it be great if I got to actually enjoy a nice big cock for a change? Would you be more jealous or happy for me?" We only got away as 'Ned' and 'Eileen' once after the Bahamas trip and Kim had really turned on the cheating wife talk about her 'small-dicked husband' that she was going to cut off from sex. When 'Ned' asked her if she still loved her husband, she had replied, "Of course, and that's why I'm going to give him exactly what he wants – to let another man take care of my needs that he can't satisfy. He wants me to be a happy, fulfilled wife." Then, she added in a conspiratorial tone, "If you want to know the truth, I think he likes getting fucked more than doing the fucking. He was begging for more." I wanted to object and say I was just roleplaying, but, as her lover Ned, I just laughed and told her she was an evil, sexy bitch. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious when we had sex right after that conversation. Especially, when she stuck her finger up my ass and made me cum. The amused look on her face seemed to say, "See, I told you."

As our next Fantasy Week vacation grew closer, I wondered what she had in mind, but she refused to give me any hints. Well, at least until this morning when we were getting ready to leave and the mailman delivered a package. Kim's eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "It's here!" I looked at her questioningly and she whispered in my ear, "It's for you, boy. It's for our trip next week, but you get to try it on as soon as we get back today." She hadn't called me 'boy' since our trip a year ago.

So, here we are driving home and she keeps looking over at me with a devilish smile and will only say, "I can't wait."

CHAPTER 2

Kim sent the kids out to play and then wiggled her finger to indicate I should follow her as she grabbed the box off the kitchen counter. I was intrigued as I followed her up the stairs with her ponytail and ass coaxing me forward toward the bedroom. She closed the door behind us and locked it. She handed me the package and said, "This is something to get us ready for our trip next weekend. I want to set a mood so we will both be ready when we get there. I've missed my boy. Have you missed your Mistress?"

I smiled excitedly at the prospect of sexual play acting and said, "Yes, I have. Very much!"

"We'll see," she said with raised eyebrows. "Open it."

I struggled with the tape on the box but eventually ripped the box open. The label said it was from A.L. Enterprises but it shipped from Amazon so I was mystified at what was inside. As I pulled the contraption out of the box, I looked at my wife with wide eyes and asked incredulously, "Is this a chastity device?"

She was grinning excitedly and nodded her head, "And I want you to put it on right now. There should also be some numbered plastic tags in there that you can lock it with. You should be able to wear it on the airplane and go through security without setting off alarms but I think that would be pretty funny anyway. Can you imagine the security people's eyes when they saw what set off the alarms?"

I was not nearly as amused as my wife by the thought of being embarrassed in airport security. However, the novelty of wearing a chastity device was strangely exciting. I looked at the plastic pieces and wondered how I could possibly fit my cock inside of this thing for more than an hour or two. I started to have my doubts about the whole thing and looked at my wife with uncertainty. Kim put her hands on her hips and taunted me with, "So, are you finally going to play your 'I Surrender' card before we even go? If I were you, I'd consider saving it up for what is to come."

She was challenging me and I didn't want to back down. What else did she have in mind? After the Bahamas trip, I suspected she would want her own threesome and I had been mentally preparing myself for that scenario. The more I thought about another man having sex with my wife, the more excited I was becoming. Sometimes, I imagined myself just watching while they had sex in front of me, and other times I was actively involved with my wife taking us both on at the same time. So, how did this chastity device fit into us having a threesome? And, how did our roles as the Countess and 'boy' play into it? I didn't know if I wanted to have another Fantasy Week where I didn't have any sex. Especially, if she was busy having sex with some other man!

Finally, I made my decision and removed my pants and underwear and tried to figure out how to assemble the pieces of the device. Kim grabbed the instructions and sat on the end of the bed as I stood in front of her. She took the plastic pieces from me and put them on the bed next to her. As she cradled my balls in her hand, I could feel myself getting an erection. Kim laughed and said, "It won't go on if you get a hard-on. I guess we'll need to take care of that first." Then, she leaned forward and took the head of my penis in her mouth. She squeezed my balls lightly with her hand as she sucked the head and then slid her lips further down the shaft to take the full length into her mouth. She kept doing this until I was fully erect. I put my hand on her head but she reached up and brushed my hand away. I relented and closed my eyes while enjoying the sensations of the blowjob. It wasn't long before she had me on the edge of orgasm and I was moaning lightly. She started sucking more urgently and moving her mouth faster up and down the shaft until I was reaching the point of no return. When she sensed my release, she swallowed the entire shaft and put a finger up my ass. I wanted to hold her head with both of my hands, but I resisted as I gasped desperately and exploded against the back of her throat. She never tried to remove my cock and swallowed all of my cum before pulling my shaft from her mouth saying, "Okay, now I think we can get this thing fitted properly."


A week later, as we were driving to the airport, Kim was sitting quietly next to me with a glimmer of a smile on her face. "You seem excited," I said cheerfully.

She turned toward me and slid a hand into my lap and squeezed the device under my pants. "I am excited, boy. And you will be excited too, but it may not be the kind of excitement you are used to. Are you ready for the wildest ride of your life?"

I swallowed uncomfortably and said, "I'm not sure. I don't know how much longer I can wear this thing. It is so uncomfortable and I'm wondering when I can finally fuck you again." Kim was horny all week and made me eat her pussy every night before bed. She told me it would be good training and put me in the right headspace for our trip. If the 'right headspace' was feeling so horny I wanted to cry, then I guess it was working.

Kim removed her hand from my lap and sat back with a satisfied, smug look, "Perhaps you should stop thinking about your own selfish needs and start thinking about how you can take care of your Mistress instead. It will be much easier for you that way." She was using that same line again.

I rolled my eyes and wondered what I was getting myself into. I had a feeling this Fantasy Week would be one I'd never forget, so I decided to get into character and see where things would go. Besides, it would be my turn in six months. "I think I've been taking pretty good care of you this week ... Mistress," I offered encouragingly. "I liked when you sat on my face and wouldn't let me stop until you were done with me."

She softened her look and said, "Yes, I know you liked it." Then she added, "And I liked it very much too." She turned in her seat to face me again and said pointedly, "You know I'm going to fuck someone else during this trip, right?"

I almost veered off the road at the shock of her blunt assertion. I shot her a startled look and then returned my eyes to the road. We were approaching the airport exit. "Well .... um ... yeah, you've kind of been hinting that you wanted to do the same thing I got to do on the last trip. I ... uh ... well, I've been kind of excited imagining that." My face was turning warm with embarrassment and my penis was becoming uncomfortable in the cage as my cock started getting hard.

"Boy," Kim said, emphasizing her pet name for me, while letting the name linger in the air. "I'm going to make sure you experience excitement like you've never had before." She reached for her purse on the floor of the car in front of her. She pulled a wooden hairbrush out and showed it to me. "Do you see this? I am going to wear your ass out with it whenever I think you need it. As a matter of fact, I bought you a little speedo to wear and you're going to wear it to the pool this afternoon so everyone there will know you got your ass spanked when they see how red your ass and thighs are. They're also going to be able to see that cage through your tight little swimsuit. There will be no doubt in anyone's mind who is in charge. Will there?"

I was too shocked to answer her. As I imagined being spanked and humiliated later that day, I missed the turn for the parking garage and had to go around the airport loop an extra time. "That will cost you an extra twenty strokes," Kim said menacingly. I looked at her with pleading eyes and couldn't decide if I was feeling more afraid or more excited at what lie ahead.

What a fantastic start, I'm really horny for the next chapter please! ❤️🙏🏼

CHAPTER 3

I almost couldn't do it. I almost played my 'I Surrender' card but my wife wasn't having any of it. She was convincing in her argument that I wasn't being asked to do anything I hadn't already expected from her. "Didn't you make me golf naked in the Bahamas? And, wasn't your main reason for taking me there to make me sit around naked on the beach for everyone to see? You know I'm very modest and that is why you wanted me to do it, right?"

"Well, yes, but ... it was a nude beach and everyone expects you to be nude there. Besides, who wouldn't want to look at your naked body? There was nothing humiliating about that and ... well, public humi_liation is something I'm really uncomfortable with," I complained miserably.

"So, it wasn't meant to be 'uncomfortable' when you told me to walk to that tee box completely naked and hit that drive?" she asked pointedly with raised eyebrows. "And, yes it was humiliating when I stripped down at the beach and laid there naked. But, did I complain or hesitate when you told me that's what you wanted me to do?"

"No," I mumbled.

"No!" she snapped. "I didn't. Because that's what these trips are for. We push each other's boundaries and after it is over we both feel elated that we actually did it." Then, she softened her voice a bit and said, "Besides, this couples resort doesn't allow total nudity so you'll still have your speedos on. If we were in the Bahamas, I'd make you go naked."

I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror on the wall of our condo bedroom. I was standing sideways to the mirror and you could definitely see the glowing red on my thighs and ass from the spanking my wife had just given me. The outline of the chastity cage was also clearly visible against the thin fabric stretched over it. When my wife finished spanking me over her knee with the hairbrush, she had pulled the speedo up so they fit like a thong and told me to leave them that way.

Kim started playing with my nipples and said, "Believe me boy, at a place like this, there will be others that have done far kinkier things today than get a spanking or wearing chastity. You won't be the only one showing off your kinks." She saw me softening and implored, "Now, come on! We've been here almost an hour and I need a margarita! Once we get there, you can stay in the pool so nobody can see below your waist. Maybe we can even get seats at the swim-up pool bar so you can keep hiding under the water."

I finally relented and we walked to the pool as I did my best to avoid everyone's eyes. However, it was hard not to notice the people doing doubletakes and snickering when they saw us walk by. Kim held her head high with a commanding smile on her face as she led the way to the pool. She was wearing a flowery bikini that showed off her athletic, hourglass figure and the ever-present ponytail swung like a pendulum in front of me. I was carrying the beach bag with our things and, as ordered, I was following a step behind my Mistress. I'd never felt so embarrassed or submissive.

We were sitting at the pool bar and I was already on my third beer when Kim pointed out another woman and said, "See honey, there's another one with pierced nipples." This was the third woman she had identified with the telltale bumps under her bikini top indicating nipple jewelry. Somehow, she thought having pierced nipples under a swimsuit was no different than the obvious outline of a chastity device. As an afterthought, she asked, "Did you know some chastity devices require a piercing to hold them in place? Aren't you glad I didn't get you one of those?" I paled at the thought of getting a piercing in my most sensitive area.

Another couple swam up to the seats next to us and the woman sat next to Kim while her husband took the next seat down. They smiled at us and introduced themselves as being from the Midwest. After some idle chit chat, the woman said to my wife in a conspiratorial voice, "We saw you two come in and I was wondering if I could ask you something."

"Well, of course," Kim answered cheerily.

"Is he wearing a ... chastity thing?" she said with an embarrassed giggle.

Kim turned to me and smiled before looking back at her new friend and said, "Yes, it is."

"Oh...mi...gosh!" the Midwest cherub chuckled with her hand over her mouth. She glanced at her husband and then said to Kim in a quiet voice, "I'd love to get one of those for my husband. You'd love that, wouldn't you baby?" Her husband grinned and nodded his head enthusiastically. Obviously, he has never wore one I thought miserably. "Where did you get it?" Midwest Molly asked.

"Just Google CB-6000 and you'll see lots of places that sell them," Kim offered cheerfully. "I ordered his from Amazon. It was really easy." You would have thought they were trading a recipe or talking about a pair of earrings they liked. I took another big swig of my beer and wanted to disappear into my barstool.

Just then, bubbles started pouring out of the biggest bubble machine I had ever seen and the pool rapidly started to fill with bubbles. The crowd cheered and a DJ announced, "It's a Bubble PARTY!" I was thankful that everyone was no longer interested in the cage between my legs as Kim and her new friend squealed in delight and said they wanted to go play in the bubbles.

"I'll let you play with my boobs if you get in the bubbles with me," Kim told me playfully. I couldn't pass up an offer like that, so I slid off the comfort of my bar stool and waded into the pool where the bubbles were rapidly rising over our heads. I noticed Midwest Molly had her legs wrapped around her husband's waist as he playfully guided her into the bubbles. Apparently, she had overheard Kim's suggestion and offered to let her husband do the same with her tits.

"It looks like you've made a new friend," I told my wife as she piled bubbles on top of my head. The bubbles made her skin slick as I slid my hands over her hips and up her rib cage.

She laughed and replied, "The way she was looking at you and he was looking at me, I think they're hoping to do more with us than chat at the bar." From the cover of the bubbles, I lifted her bikini top to expose her breasts and ran my soapy hands over them. Kim smiled at me, saying, "Too bad group sex isn't what we're looking for on this trip. Although I wouldn't mind watching you get all worked up, knowing there was no way you could do anything. Maybe we can do that on another trip." She wrapped her legs around my waist and ground her pussy against the bulging cage under my speedo as she enjoyed my hands massaging her breasts. "Is it getting uncomfortable in your little penis prison?"

"It's awful," I responded truthfully. "I just want to fuck you so bad."

Kim put her lips against my neck and sucked lightly before whispering, "I know you do. Seeing you so horny is really turning me on." The sexual frustration was becoming unbearable as my cock was being crushed by the confines of the cage. I had to quit playing with her tits to try and quell my lust. As I pulled her top back over her breasts, she cooed teasingly, "Aww, is my little boy all done? I thought you liked playing with my boobies."

"It hurts," I whined. "Can't I just take it off for a while? We don't have to have sex."

"Nope. We both know you'll beat off as soon as you get a chance and I like you just like this." Kim tried to look over the bubbles and then said, "Why don't you go back to the bar. I'm going to get some sun on one of the lounge chairs." When I told her I'd sit with her, she said, "No, you should go sit at the bar. How am I going to find somebody if you keep hanging all over me?" I was surprised at her response. She really seemed serious about picking someone up while I watched. I just shrugged and waded through the pool to the bar.

Kim made sure I could see her from my bar stool. She had found a lounge chair toward the other end of the pool and was sunbathing facedown with the strap of her bikini top undone so there would be no tanline across her back. Despite there being plenty of other chairs available, it wasn't long before a tall, muscular guy took the chair next to her. He was reading a paperback book and waved for a server to make an order. I saw him say something to my wife and she turned her head to look at him. They were too far away to hear anything, but he must have asked if he could buy her a dri_nk because the waiter scurried off a moment later. My wife sat up while holding her bikini top against her breasts. She said something to him and then turned around so he could reattach the bikini buckle even though I knew she could do it by herself. They chatted for a minute longer before she laid faceup on the lounge chair and he continued to read his book.

After the waiter returned with their margaritas, Kim sat up and they clinked glasses together. They continued to talk and enjoy their dri_nks while laughing and enjoying each other's company. Kim was blatantly flirting with him and he was eating it up. It was odd to watch them, knowing my wife was looking for a sex partner. I couldn't help but compare myself to him. Although I was fit, I certainly wasn't the physical specimen of this guy. He looked a bit older than my wife and took good care of his body. I noticed that, unlike mine, his chest was completely smooth. I never understood why a guy would shave his chest. I always thought a hairy chest made a man look more masculine, but my wife had told me in the past that she loved seeing actors in movies with smooth bodies. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that many of Hollywood's hottest actors had shaved chests. I still couldn't imagine doing it. I didn't even like shaving my face every day.

As I sat there trying to act like I wasn't watching them, I started thinking about this cuckold fantasy thing, and how it had taken over our sex life recently. I couldn't put my finger on when it all began, but there was no doubt my wife really enjoyed the fantasy. It was her enthusiasm for it that got me so excited. She seemed so powerful and sexually uninhibited in our fantasies that I couldn't help wanting to watch her be ravished by another lover. It made my brain cloudy with emotion and desire as I imagined the different sex acts they would do with each other. When she called me a cuckold or talked about her "little-dicked husband", I could feel the grip of erotic humil_iation that made my heart beat faster and my lust for her grow even more. It was probably this submissive, cuckold mindset that made it possible for me to be here doing this today.

I finally noticed my wife look my way and wave. Then, her new friend turned and checked me out with a smile as my wife said something to him. He shook his head and laughed, leaving me to wonder what the big joke was that everyone thought was so funny. I had a feeling I knew what it was. I quit looking at them and ordered another beer, but I couldn't help stealing glances to see what they were doing. Eventually, they both stood up and she took his hand as he kissed her on the cheek. Then, she walked back toward the pool bar where I was sitting as he went back to reading.

"I'm going back to the room to shower and change for dinner. See you there?" Kim said sunnily.

"I'll be there as soon as I finish this beer," I replied sullenly from my bar stool in the pool. I was feeling a bit humiliated and sorry for myself.

I was watching her ass as she walked away when I realized someone had sat next to me. I turned and saw the Midwest couple had returned to the pool bar. "That is one sexy woman you've got there," Midwest Molly said with a tipsy slur in her voice. I nodded my head in agreement. "She really knows how to get all you men worked up, doesn't she?" I looked at Molly questioningly and noticed her nipples were hard. I suspected my wife was getting more than us men worked up. "I noticed her flirting with that hunk at the other end of the pool. He was like a bee to honey! And then there's this one," Molly giggled as she grabbed her husband's thigh under the water. "She's got him so worked up I thought he was going to do me right there in the pool. I finally had to warn him, he was going to get a spanking like you got if he didn't behave himself. Do you know what he said?" I shook my head 'No' and she laughed, "Do you promise?" They both started laughing loudly as I shifted uncomfortably on my stool, hoping others weren't listening. Tipsy Midwest Molly leaned toward me and asked in a voice she thought was quiet, but was anything but quiet, "Will she let you take that thing off while y'all are here?"

I took a long dri_nk of my beer to finish it and then shrugged, "I really don't know."

As I got out of the pool, I noticed several people look my way. I assumed they wanted to see the guy with the obvious chastity device under his speedo. I wrapped my towel around my waist and tried to look straight ahead when Molly yelled out, "We'll be in the lounge later if y'all want to have a dri_nk with us!" I waved back to her with a friendly smile and hurried back to our condo.

Kim was naked, drying her hair with a blow dryer when I walked into our room. I removed my swimsuit and walked behind her on my way to the shower. If this was a typical vacation, I would have wrapped my arms around her to feel her tits before bending her over the makeup table and fucking her from behind. It would be the perfect way to get ready for dinner. However, with the cage dangling between my legs, this was hardly a typical vacation. I did go ahead and playfully pinch her butt anyway.

Kim smiled as she turned off the hair dryer. "Did you have fun at the pool today?" she asked.

"Not as much fun as you," I replied sardonically. "Apparently you were getting all the men worked up."

"Oh, was I?"

"According to your new friend from the Midwest. They're probably back in their room getting it on right now and both fantasizing it is you they're in bed with. I think she wants you as bad as he does. She especially liked the guy you were flirting with next to the pool."

Kim smiled at me in the mirror and said happily, "He really was cute, wasn't he?"

I shook my head in amusement but inside I felt a twinge of jealousy as I got in the shower to wash away a day of embarrassment that I knew was just beginning. I wished I could at least jerkoff while I was in the shower.

As we were finishing dinner, Kim's good-looking, muscular hunk from the pool walked up to our table. Kim's eyes lit up excitedly as he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it. "Honey, this is Roger," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Roger shook my hand and said, "It's a pleasure." I noticed he didn't bother to ask for my name.

Kim told him we were just finishing dinner, but he was welcome to join us for a cup of coffee or an after-dinner cocktail. In his deep voice, he said, "Actually, I was in the mood for some music and dancing and when I saw you over here, I thought maybe I'd see if you might want to join me."

I couldn't believe the balls on this guy. Who walks up and invites another guy's wife to go dancing with him? However, before I could raise my objection to his affront, Kim squealed happily, "Oh, that sounds like fun! Honey, you don't mind, do you?" She looked up at Roger and added, "My husband doesn't like to dance."

I could tell she intended to go whether I went or not, so with a tight smile on my face I replied, "I'd love to hear some music and I know how much you like to dance, so that sounds like a lot of fun."

Kim clapped her hands together and said, "Great, let's go!" I followed behind while they walked out hand-in-hand from the dining room.


I was watching his hand on my wife's ass during the slow dance and Kim had her head on his shoulder. They must have looked like newlyweds on their honeymoon to any casual observer. They had been dancing for well over an hour and the margaritas and wine at dinner were starting to have the usual impact on my wife. She was getting flirtier and overtly sensual. This was the time of night I usually suggested we go find somewhere to get more comfortable. Horny, dru_nk Kim meant a night of wild, passionate sex where anything goes. However, she had barely looked at me all night. There was little doubt where she hoped this would be leading and I couldn't decide if I was excited about it or scared to death she might actually go through with it.

As the final few notes of the Righteous Brothers' Unchained Melody flowed from the speakers, Kim raised her head from Roger's shoulder and he leaned down to kiss her on the lips. She whispered something to him and he nodded enthusiastically. They walked hand in hand back to our table and Kim leaned over and, without releasing his hand, whispered in my ear, "I'm going back to his room now. You don't have to wait up for me if you don't want. I may be a while." Then, she kissed me on the cheek and looked at me with twinkling, excited eyes before they walked away.

I sat there stunned as I watched them walk out the door of the lounge. My emotions were swirling and my breathing was shallow. I hadn't anticipated they would go back to his room without me. I just assumed I would be there to watch them have sex. I had a moment of anxiety where I felt abandoned, rejected, confused. My wife had just walked away smiling, knowing she was going to get fucked by someone else. "Don't wait up!? I'll be a while!" What the fuck? A moment later, the Midwest couple seemed to come out of nowhere and sat down at my table.

"You alright, honey?" Molly asked with concern in her eyes. Her husband was sitting with his arm around her and had the same concerned look.

I stammered, "Yeah, yeah sure, I'm fine."

The sympathetic look on her face told me she didn't believe me. "We're going back to our room for a final dri_nk if you want to join us," she said with a hint of anticipation.

"Oh thanks, but I should really be going. Don't want to overdo it on the first night of vacation, right?" I said with the most sincere voice I could muster.

She put her hand over mine on the table. "Well, I think you're incredibly handsome. If it were me, I'd want BOTH of you in my bed." She glanced at her husband and winked at him as he hugged her tighter against him and kissed her cheek. "If you change your mind, we're in Room 762 and we'll be up for at least another hour. Longer if you come." She squeezed my hand and then they got up and left.


I must have just fallen asl_eep after tossing and turning for a couple of hours when I heard the door open and close. Kim tiptoed into the room barefoot and with her hair messed up like she had been in a windstorm. She no longer was wearing her signature ponytail. She dropped her dress from her shoulders and it fell into a pile at her feet as she stepped out of it. I realized she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. She had a serene, blissful look on her face as she crawled into bed next to me. In a weary, soft voice, she said, "Did you wait up for me?"

I nodded my head. I figured a little white lie wouldn't matter. She put a hand tenderly against my cheek and I responded by putting my arm over her naked waist. I slid my fingers along her back as she brushed her fingers through my hair. As my fingers slid down her lower back to her ass, she moved even closer to me and put her lips against mine. We kissed each other desperately as I squeezed the cheek of her ass with my hand. I rolled over on top of her and felt the damn cage pressed between us. I looked at her naked body under me. Her breasts shone in the moonlight coming through the window. They were like soft mounds of buried feminine treasure that wanted to be discovered. I couldn't help it as I leaned down and took her nipple in my lips. She ran her fingers lovingly through my hair as I sucked on one nipple and then the other. "Such a good boy," she cooed softly. "My sweet, sweet cuckold boy."

I stopped sucking her nipples and looked at her with yearning eyes. She watched me looking at her and just smiled. I ran a hand down her stomach, across her pubic mound and felt the lips of her pussy. She spread her legs slightly to accommodate me. My middle finger stretched across the length of her lips as I moved it back and forth with increasing pressure. She was still smiling and watching me with her messy hair and slee_py eyes. I could feel the sticky wetness and her pussy seemed to be partially spread open – wider than usual. Lips that were stretched around another man's cock only a short time before. I pushed my finger into her pussy and she squeezed my upper arm with her hand and sighed. Her outer lips had been sticky wet, but inside her pussy there was so much moisture that it felt my finger had been inserted into a warm, crème-filled doughnut. She moved her hips against my hand and squeezed my arm tighter as my finger explored her unfaithful cunt. I started to move my lips back to her nipple when the pressure from the cage became unbearable and I gasped in frustration.

Kim moved her hand back to my cheek and stroked it while saying, "Aww, poor boy. Why don't we go to sl_eep and I'll tell you anything you want to know tomorrow morning."

My sexual frustration was making my head pound and my breath to come out in raspy gasps. I wanted to fuck her so bad that I felt I might explode. However, the chastity cage guaranteed that I would get no relief that night. I flopped down, throwing my head on the pillow and groaned in frustration. Kim rolled over and leaned over me. "I love you," she said earnestly. "Thank you for this adventure." When I didn't return the sentiment, she kissed me on the lips and then laid her head on my shoulder and fell asl_eep.

CHAPTER 4

"He was a total gentleman and a very considerate lover. As a matter of fact, I told him the next time we fuck, I want him to take me roughly and use me for his own pleasure. I already have a darling pussy-licker that will massage me to my heart's content. What I need is a man that pulls my hair and slaps my ass and fucks me like he can't get enough. He seemed happy to hear that and is eager to give me exactly what I asked for the next time we get together."

Kim was naked and lying face up across my lap as I sat up in bed with my back against the headboard. She had just told me how they went back to his room and she practically ripped his clothes off before he slowed her down so he could undress her and kiss her entire body. He used his tongue and fingers to repeatedly bring her to the verge of orgasm before she finally begged him to fuck her. He had a thick cock and was being careful to enter her slowly, but she was so wet and horny that she pushed him onto his back and lowered her pussy onto his cock until it disappeared inside her. They fucked like that for a while and then he picked her up without removing his cock and fucked her on her back. She came multiple times before he asked if she was sure it was okay to come in her pussy without a condom. She answered by getting on her hands and knees and offering her pussy to him doggy-style.

"So, when are you planning to see him again?" I asked coyly.

"Well, I thought maybe the three of us could have lunch today in one of the cabanas by the pool, but I wanted to make sure you were okay first. I know it couldn't have been easy seeing me leave with him. Especially knowing what we were going to do. Was it exciting to see your wife leave, knowing she was going to get fucked?"

She was looking up at me from her position in my lap. She was so beautiful and so sexy. I sighed and said, "I was excited but I also was kind of ... pissed off. I thought I'd get to watch you. I've been imagining it a lot lately and I always thought I'd be somewhere in the room watching you."

Kim made pouty lips like she was feeling sorry for me. "I know you wanted to be there baby. But, to be honest, this was about me cuckolding you. If we all went back to his room together, then it wouldn't have been any different than the Bahamas where we had a threesome. I didn't want this to be a threesome. I wanted this to be all about your wife having sex with another man while you waited for me to come back to you." Kim sat up on the bed and faced me while sitting with her legs crossed under her. She thought for a moment and then said, "You may not realize it but you actually started this whole thing. When we met at that hotel the first time and you seduced me as Ned and we started talking about my husband waiting at home ... well, I really started getting turned on by the whole thing. Before I knew it, I wanted to have sex with Ned more than I wanted to have sex with you. I loved the whole idea of having a secret lover and I was seeing you more and more as my cuckold husband. I don't know how to explain it, but I've been feeling like my pussy belongs to Ned now and I only have sex with you to fulfill my wifely duties."

To say I was feeling shocked and confused would be an understatement. However, I was also incredibly aroused. My wife was admitting to cheating on me with ... ME! I was both the cuckold and the bull.

"There's one other thing I need to tell you baby and I really hope you won't be mad," Kim said uncertainly. She looked at her clasped hands and then back up at me. "I know Roger. As a matter of fact, I asked him to come and meet me here."

My eyes flashed with surprise and my mouth dropped open in disbelief. Before I could say anything, Kim said hurriedly, "But last night really was the first time we ever had sex together."

"I don't understand. How do you know him?"

"He works in the building next to mine and we go to the same gym. He's been flirting with me for almost a year. He got divorced recently and we started having lunch together. We never did anything ... well, I did kiss him a few times ... but, we never did anything more than that. As a matter of fact, he was getting frustrated and accused me of leading him on and wanted to call the whole thing off when I promised him we could take it to the next level, but he'd have to wait until we went on this trip. I figured that after the Bahamas ... well, and the fact that you always seem to get so excited when I talk about cuckolding you ... well, I knew this would be exciting for all of us. You don't hate me, do you?"

I was feeling hurt and betrayed. I couldn't believe she hid all this from me. I thought we were open with each other about everything but now I'm finding out she only likes having sex with me when I'm acting like someone else and she's got a secret boyfriend she brought along on Fantasy Week. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands as I tried to wrap my brain around the situation. Kim pleaded to me from the other side of the door. "Oh honey, please don't be mad. I was really just trying to do something that I thought we'd both like and maybe to even make it something that could go beyond our Fantasy Week fun. We both seem to love the whole cuckold thing. It's all I can think about sometimes. I thought for sure you'd be as excited as me." She waited but I didn't say anything, so she added earnestly, "I love you as my husband and I want us to have this adventure together to see what happens. If we ever find it coming between us, then we'll stop doing it because nothing is more important to me than you."

I opened the door and looked at her with an impassive look as we both stood there naked – well, except for the chastity cage dangling between my legs. I didn't say anything for almost a minute. "So, you think about it all the time, huh?" Kim's worried look softened and she smiled uncertainly while nodding her head slowly in agreement. I shrugged and asked, "So, what kind of things do you imagine us doing?"

Kim burst out laughing and hugged me in her arms. "Let's go to breakfast and I'll tell you some of the things I'd like to try and you can tell me some of yours. It is Fantasy Week after all."

I was nervous as I sat in the cabana. The romantic setup should have been setting the mood for a lovely day at the pool. The white linen curtains surrounding the cabana were blowing gently in the breeze. Originally, there were two chaise lounge chairs made of teak wood with white cushions in the cabana, but Kim requested they add another. It still wasn't too crowded with a bucket of ice in the corner containing water, beer and a bottle of champagne. At the foot of the chaise lounges, there was a table made of teak wood with a plate of fruit and some snacks. Kim was stretched out on one of the lounges with her eyes closed. She was wearing a sexy emerald green bikini and the pink Bahamas golf cap with her ponytail sticking through the back.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw what she was wearing. Undoubtedly, she wanted me to remember that trip and the things I got to do with the other woman. It was all making sense to me now. Apparently, she had been obsessing about having a cuckold relationship with me for quite some time. She had started having lunch with Roger before our last trip. She must have been planning the whole thing all along. She didn't want to sl_eep with another man until I'd slept with another woman. She had been the one to suggest adding another woman in bed must be one of my fantasies. It was an easy assumption. She had increased the rhetoric about cheating on her husband when she was with 'Ned', and our bedroom talk about her fucking other men had certainly been an ongoing theme for quite some time. I should have been upset at her deception, but I couldn't help respecting her cunning and patience in laying the groundwork. I also was incredibly turned on after hearing some of her fantasies at breakfast.

She certainly wanted the excitement and sexually satisfying adventure of a well-hung, handsome lover that all suburban housewives dreamed about, but her fantasies went beyond that. She also wanted the long-suffering cuckold that would do anything to please his wife while knowing his rewards would be few and far between. She wanted him to prove his devotion and sub_mission to her. She wanted her cuckold to do humiliating and difficult things and then to be denied his expected pleasure while she enjoyed his suffering and frustration for her. Her eyes lit up when she confessed how it turned her on when I groveled and lusted for her and she knew she would be denying me any relief. She reminded me of the spy weekend we shared where she abu_sed me with the dildo and I begged her to do whatever she wanted to me. She loved the power and speculated on just how far she could push 'whatever you want with me.' "Perhaps we will find out how far you are willing to go before this Fantasy Week is over boy. Does that excite you?" I admitted it did. Then, she asked what my own cuckold fantasies involved. I was embarrassed to say much so she asked me a series of questions. "You want to watch your wife act like a slut with another man?" "Of course." "You want to watch his big cock stretch her like you know you never could?" Well, that kind of hurt, but "Yes." "You want to put his cock in her pussy and beg him to fuck your wife for you?" I'd never thought of that, but "Sure ... yes!" "What if you got your ass spanked and told to stand in the corner while they had sex?" Wow, that was unexpected, "I guess so." "Would you rather she spanked you or him?" Definitely "Her!" "When they were done having sex would you like to clean them both up? To lick all of their juices from her pussy and his cock?" Wow, she really had spent a lot of time thinking about this. The pressure in my cock was becoming unbearable at this point and I had stopped eating. Kim burst out laughing and asked if I was going to be alright. "You look like you've seen a ghost or are going to have a stroke or something."

After breakfast, I was so horny I thought I'd explode. I knew she wouldn't remove the chastity, but I needed to do something, anything sexual. I offered to give her oral sex and she responded, "Aww, does somebody have licking up the mess on his mind? It's too late now, baby. I already took a shower and cleaned up down there. But, don't worry, you might get a chance later." She wrapped her fingers around my balls and jiggled the cage. A drop of semen dripped on her fingers and she licked it off with a smile. "Poor thing. Your suffering is so fucking hot!" Then, she told me it was time to go to the pool cabana she had reserved.

Now, we were waiting for her lover to show up. He was joining us for lunch, and I could only imagine what else. I was wearing the speedo again, but Kim let me wear a long linen, button-down shirt that covered the outline of the cage under the speedos. I usually didn't care for day drin_king but the last two days were an exception. I already had a beer and it was barely noon.

I saw him coming from the other side of the pool. I wondered how someone working in the city could have such a nice tan. The sun seemed to make him glow like an Adonis as he glided toward us. I noticed more than one woman take notice of him from their poolside lounge chairs. He had on a tank top that accentuated his muscular body. I tried to imagine him naked on top of my wife, thrusting into her while she begged for more. It wasn't hard to see why my wife was so turned on.

"Right on time," I heard Kim say. I hadn't even realized that she sat up in the chaise lounge next to me. She was sitting on the chaise in the center of the three lounge chairs. Each chair had a big, fluffy pool towel with the resort's logo imprinted in the middle of the towel. Kim got up and stood at the opening of the cabana. The bikini barely covered her ass and her hard nipples were obvious to anyone that looked our way.

As he walked up to the cabana, Kim threw her arms around his shoulders and gave him a big kiss. He returned the kiss with his hands holding her by the hips before looking at me. I got up from the chaise lounge and didn't know what to say or do so I stuck my hand out to shake his hand. Roger released my wife from his grasp and didn't say anything at first when he shook my hand. Kim was watching us with twinkling eyes and a smile.

"Thanks for letting me join you for lunch today," Roger said warmly.

"I'm glad you could make it," I answered. "But, I think it's more appropriate to say that I'm joining the two of you for lunch, because I'm pretty sure my wife was planning to see you whether I came or not." At first, Roger wasn't sure if I was mad, but I started laughing and added, "I'm pretty sure she only invited me to be the personal pool boy for the two of you." I noticed Kim's eyes light up happily and she nodded appreciatively. I was playing along willingly and she would take it from here.

"Speaking of that," Kim said in a take charge tone, "why don't you pour us a glass of champagne, boy." Hearing her call me 'boy' in front of her lover made me shiver. She sat on the chaise lounge in the middle and told Roger he should sit on the other side of her. "Let's get comfortable while boy gets lunch setup for us." Roger nodded his head with an amused smirk on his face. I wondered what my wife had told him about us during their months of lunch dates and kissing. He clearly had no problem seducing my wife in front of me and taking her away to his room for sex. Should I try to assert my manliness in front of my wife's lover or just accept that she wanted me to submit to my role as the subservient cuckold? I think I knew the answer to that after our little chat this morning.

The waiters brought our lunch of seafood and tropical fruits and vegetables shortly after Roger's arrival. They were planning to serve all of us, but I told them to leave it on the tray at the entrance of the cabana so I could take it from there. Before long, my wife and Roger had their plates full and glasses of bubbly on a small table between their chairs. I thought about joining them but decided I should stay out of the way and nibbled on the food at a distance while keeping an eye on them like an attentive waiter. When I cleared their dishes away, my wife complimented me on my lunch service and encouraged me to "keep it up." Roger thanked me graciously, but I could tell he was growing more comfortable with the situation when he held his glass up for a refill without saying a word. As I filled it, neither of them paid any attention to me. Like new lovers, they were engrossed in flirty conversation and blocked out the rest of the world around them.

I was clearing the lunch dishes during a lull in their conversation. They were sitting in their lounge chairs with eyes closed while Roger ran his fingers over my wife's extended arm. Her hand was resting on his flat, muscled stomach. The bulge in his swimsuit was only inches away from her fingers. A warm breeze blew through the closed cabana curtains and the sounds of people playing in the pool and laughing at the pool bar wafted through the air like a peaceful backdrop to the serene tranquility of their sanctuary. I was startled when Roger asked me, "Isn't that thing uncomfortable?" He was looking at the cage pressing through the fabric of the speedo. "I noticed it when I was watching the two of you come down to the pool yesterday."

I realized that meant he also saw my red ass when my wife made me do the walk of shame. "It is pretty uncomfortable, but after more than a week, I'm starting to get used to it," I answered semi-truthfully. "As long as she's not teasing me, it's tolerable."

Roger laughed, "Yes, she is quite a tease, isn't she?"

Kim had opened her eyes to listen to our exchange and in a seductive voice said, "But I wasn't teasing you last night, was I?"

Roger shook his head and said, "No, but that was the least you could do after the months of teasing you did before that. I might as well have been wearing one of those things myself." Then, he turned back to me and said, "You must really love her. I couldn't have worn that contraption while she was having fun and not been able to join in. But, I've got to say that I'm kind of turned on by the whole thing. It's like being a king with his eunuch guarding the harem. You don't need to worry about him messing with your queen when you're not around."

Kim sat up, intrigued, saying, "I love that idea. My boy, the eunuch, keeping me chaste for my king. And what does my king have in mind for his queen tonight?"

Roger laid back down on his chaise lounge and thought about that. "I believe we will need to settle the account for all those months of teasing first. Then, I will find a use for you, milady."

Kim squealed excitedly and said, "I do hope you'll forgive this poor wench's poor behavior, my lord. Perhaps I could show you just how sorry I am right now." She said to me with a wave of her hand, "Boy, please close the curtains behind you while you stand watch outside to make sure nobody bothers us. We're going to take a little nap."

"As you wish," I replied anxiously. I couldn't believe she was going to do something with him right here in the pool area. The cabana was somewhat private, but it was still near the path to the pool. I made sure the curtains were closed and then stood outside looking around nonchalantly. Within minutes, I could hear sounds inside the cabana and could see the outline of my wife on her knees between his legs as he sat sideways on the lounge chair. I assumed anyone else would be able to see their silhouettes as well. She was obviously giving him a blowjob. I really hoped the waiters wouldn't come back for the lunch dishes right away. I could hear Roger's voice saying softly, "Ah, that's good babe. You're such a little slut. Mmmm, suck my cock." I could feel the discomfort growing in my chastity device as I watched the silhouettes and listened to the unmistakable sex sounds coming from a few feet away.

It was only ten minutes or so later that Kim called out, "Boy, come fill our glasses with champagne." I hurried inside the closed curtains and saw that my wife was back on her own lounge chair and Roger was reclined comfortably on his with a big smile on his face. After I filled Kim's glass, she said, "Kiss me." I leaned down and put my lips against hers. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I could instantly taste the salty remnants of her lover's lust in her mouth. She pulled back with a seductive smile and laid against the cushions of the chaise as she closed her eyes in delight. I filled Roger's glass and he watched me silently until he laid back and closed his eyes as well.

Later, Kim enjoyed having both of us rub sunblock all over her body and then we all played in the pool together and sat at the pool bar. She tended to hang on Roger more than me, but it was obvious she was there with both of us. I noticed the Midwest couple watching us throughout the day. I hoped they wouldn't come over. I was still trying to get used to the embarrassment of watching my wife openly cavorting with her lover as her husband sat idly by. I didn't want to see their sympathetic looks or to answer their curious questions about our 'new friend'.


Later that afternoon, when Kim and I returned to our room, I commented, "I can't even begin to imagine what all those people must have thought seeing all of us in the cabana and pool today."

Kim dismissed the thought, saying, "Every woman there was wishing it was her being attended to by two hunks."

"Aww, you called me a hunk, baby."

"Even cuckolds can be hunks, sweetie," she said before kissing me on the cheek. "Now let's get cleaned up. We've got dinner reservations in an hour. We don't want to be late." She chuckled impishly, "It sounds like I'm already in trouble for making him wait for sex all those months."

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CHAPTER 5

Roger was waiting for us at the dinner table. He looked dashing in all-white. It made his tan stand out even more. My wife was equally attractive in her flirty, low-cut sundress with a hem that barely made it to her mid-thighs. Before we left our room, when she bent over the counter to apply her bright red lipstick, I could see the sexy, red, satin panties that were barely visible under the thin material of her sundress. I would have loved to eat her pussy, but she was already in a hurry to leave.

"Wow," Roger exclaimed appreciatively when he saw my wife. "You look ravishing tonight! It's a good thing you didn't dress in my room or we might not have made it to dinner." He pulled out the chair closest to him and offered it to her. There were only three chairs at the round table and I noticed the place settings had been moved so that two of them were close together with a view of the ocean and the other was on the opposite side of the table facing them. I took the other chair and immediately felt like the third wheel at a romantic dinner. I suspected that was intentional.

After the waiter took our dr_ink orders and told us the dinner specials, Roger asked my wife if she still wanted to go dancing after dinner. "Absolutely," she said excitedly. "Especially if 'going dancing' means the same thing as it did last night." She gave him a sexy smile and they exchanged a quick kiss. From my vantage point across the table, I had to admit, they made a stunningly beautiful couple.

Roger looked across the table at me and said, "You've been doing a wonderful job of taking care of us all day. I'd appreciate it if you could make sure my condo is setup for us tonight. I'd like for you to transform it into a love palace. Imagine you were bringing your new bride across the threshold on your wedding night. Make it something special, something romantic!"

I looked at my wife and her eyes were sparkling with glee. She was enjoying her lover taking charge of the cuckold. She squeezed his arm with both of her hands and put her head on his shoulder momentarily. I couldn't decide if his audacity was pissing me off or making my cuckold dreams come to life even more vividly than I could have imagined. I think it was a little of both.

I gave him a tight smile as I nodded my head in acknowledgement and began to wonder how I was going to pull this off. After years of marriage, my romantic skills were lacking but I started to come up with a few ideas. The problem was how to do this in the next couple of hours. I would need to contact the front desk and get some help in pulling together all of the items I was going to need. I was mulling over what I could do as I hurried through dinner and told them I should probably skip dessert and get busy.

Roger agreed and said, "Before you go ... Kim, I'd like for you to take off your wedding ring and give it to him to keep until you go back home. Last night, I was privileged to share his wife. But, for the remaining nights we are all here, it will be different. Now, I am your king and you will focus on taking care of your king. You are my queen and our eunuch will serve us both."

He looked at my wife for her reaction and was rewarded with her puppy dog eyes of devotion. Then, he looked at me and I swallowed hard before answering him, "As you wish ... your majesty." Then, I reached across the table with an open hand to receive my wife's wedding ring. It was a devastatingly impactful moment in my cuckold experience.

As I stood to go, Roger said, "We won't be gone dancing too long so you'll need to hurry. We'll meet you in the room and I do expect you to do a good job." He handed me the key to the room and then turned back to my wife to indicate that our conversation was over.

As I waited impatiently in Roger's room, I looked around one more time to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Roger had left the room slightly messy so I had to straighten everything up. I was sure he did that on purpose as I scrambled around folding clothes, wiping counters, straightening up and making the bed. Then, I went to the front desk and told them I wanted to surprise my wife with a romantic evening and gave them a list of things I needed as soon as possible. The woman at the desk thought I was the greatest husband ever and offered to have the resort staff setup the room, but I assured her I wanted to do it myself. Since they knew my room number, I had to wait at my room for the items to be delivered and then rushed the cart of materials across the resort grounds to Roger's room. I thought for sure Roger and my wife would be back before I was finished, but they stayed out dancing longer than expected. When I finally heard the door lock disengage, I jumped up from the chair a bit nervously.

The room had a red glow from the red cloth scarves that I draped over the lamp shades. There were incense and candles burning despite the hotel's policy against these items in guest rooms. The guest services lady had approved adding these to the other items from the wedding supplies they kept onsite. They also had artificial palm fronds and flowers in vases, artificial rose petals on the floor and bed, and pink curtain sheers draped over the windows and tables. Romantic soft jazz was playing from one of the music stations on the television.

My wife's eyes lit up and her mouth hung open in shock when she saw the room. Roger looked around and was clearly impressed. His arm was around my wife and he gave her a hug saying, "Our boy did a fine job, didn't he?"

"Ohmigod, this is so awesome," she said in disbelief. She gave me a big, appreciative smile, but she never left the embrace of her lover. "I can't believe you got this done so fast."

I wanted to tell her about her lover's sloppy room but knew that was ill-advised, so I just took the compliment with a slight nod of my head. The balcony doors were open and a slight breeze blew into the room, making the pink curtains flutter and the candles flicker. Roger pulled his lover to him with both arms and gave her a passionate kiss that lasted more than a moment. When he finally lifted his lips from hers, he said, "Should we give the boy a reward before we send him on his way?" I was crushed when I heard him say, 'send him on his way'. I wouldn't get to watch, again? For some reason, I assumed that this time I might get to stay.

Kim looked up at him and nodded her head 'Yes'. Roger released her from his embrace and said to her, "Are you usually naked when you spank him?"

She was surprised by his question and shrugged, "Not always ... but, yeah, I guess so." She hadn't spanked me many times so she didn't have a lot of experience as a reference.

"I'd really enjoy watching you spank him," Roger said. He looked at me, "Why don't you both get undressed and then you can get across her lap so she can show me how you are spanked."

I was a bit unnerved by his request. I'd never undressed like this in front of another man. I'd undressed in a locker room plenty of times but never for something like this, and especially never while wearing a chastity device. However, when I saw my wife begin to undress without hesitation, I figured I had no choice and did the same thing.

Once Kim was naked, she sat on the end of the bed and patted her knees. I laid across her lap without looking at Roger as he sat in the chair I was sitting in previously. She started to spank me with her bare hand and I was thankful that she was being easy on me. She was a tennis player so I knew she had more power in her arm. However, after about ten swats, Roger said, "Surely you can do better than that. His ass was pretty red when I saw it the first day." Kim explained that she didn't have her hairbrush, so Roger said, "Maybe this will help." He stood up and removed the leather belt from his white pants. He doubled it over and handed it to her.

Kim held the doubled-up belt about halfway up from the buckle and proceeded to spank me. It was a much more aggressive spanking and I was gasping after just a few swats. I heard Roger tell her "That's better" and she seemed to get into it even more. I was trying to be stoic in front of her lover but the belt strikes caused me to squirm at first and then I was getting desperate as I struggled to stay on her lap. She held me tight against her with her arm over my back as she swung the belt in a steady rhythm. I must have been quite a sight as my caged penis swung between my legs and my ass got redder and redder.

"Oh god ... Ahhhhh!" I cried out as I tried not to pull away from my wife. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Kim stopped and put the belt on my back as she ran her hand over my ass.

"Mmmmm, that's a pretty shade of red," she cooed happily.

"Now let me see that thing he's wearing," Roger demanded from the chair he was sitting in.

I got up from my wife's lap and rubbed my ass with both hands. I gave my wife a pitiful look and she returned it with a fake sympathetic look of her own. She got up from the bed and took me by the hand to stand in front of Roger. I was embarrassed as I stood in front of him, naked except for the chastity. Kim bent forward and put her fingers under my balls to bounce the cage playfully. Seeing her naked and playing with my balls in front of her lover was causing my penis to react.

"It's kind of cute, isn't it?" my wife teased.

"And he's been wearing it for more than a week?" Roger exclaimed. "You must be getting really horny, huh?"

I shook my head forlornly and said, "You have no idea."

"Oh, I do have an inkling. She's had me worked up for quite a while. As a matter of fact, you just took her spanking for all those months of teasing. I asked her if I should give it to her or you. At first, she wanted it, but then she decided you should get it instead."

My wife broke in, "Yeah, but I thought you were going to give it to him. I really wanted to see that!"

Roger raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Well, you should have been more specific."

Kim replied sexily, "I've always thought it would be hot to see a man have his way with another man ... in more ways than one."

Roger laughed and I looked at her in disbelief. Roger said, "We'll have to talk some more about all those other ways, but I do want to see one more thing. You told me you haven't let him enjoy your pussy yet, and I really want to reward the boy for all his good work in here. So, how about he shows me how good he is before I give you what you really want? I intend to take you every way possible tonight and he can get you good and ready." Roger pointed at the bed and told me, "Pile a few of those pillows on the floor in front of me so she can lie over top of them. You can lick her pussy and then tongue her ass."

I quickly did as he commanded. The thought of eating my wife's pussy in front of another man was strangely erotic. When I returned with the pillows, my wife giggled, "Somebody's excited." She reached her finger down and caught a drop of my cum on her fingertip. She held it up to my lips and I sucked her finger. She smiled sexily and said, "The next cum you taste will be in my pussy and it won't be yours. But, you've already tasted his cum once today, haven't you?" I thought of his taste in her mouth when she kissed me earlier.

I didn't say anything in response and piled the pillows up on the floor instead. Kim dutifully laid facedown over the pillows with her legs spread so her boyfriend could get a good view of her pussy from his chair. I was a little surprised at how compliant and obedient my usually strong-willed wife was with him. However, during Fantasy Week she took each challenge as a dare and always wanted to prove she could do it. I reluctantly got on my hands and knees between her spread legs. As much as I wanted to taste her succulent pussy, it was unnerving to do it at the feet of her lover and for his entertainment.

Kim was displayed lewdly with her hips thrust up in the air so her pussy and ass were exposed and available for the taking. It occurred to me that I had never ate her pussy in this position. She was always lying on her back when we initiated foreplay. I put a hand on each of her asscheeks and pushed her thighs even further apart to accommodate my face as my tongue sought the top of her slit near the clit and made a slow, delicate pass along the entire length of her opening. She was already a bit wet. I wondered if it was from spanking me or in anticipation of what was coming after I warmed her up for him. Probably both.

My tongue kept up an insistent rhythm up and down the lips of her pussy before I focused more attention on her pleasure center. Her clit grew firmer and stood out prominently like a tiny erection demanding attention. My own erection was becoming more uncomfortable within the confines of the evil cage. She began to moan as my tongue kept up the assault on her clitoris. Her pussy was warm and the honey melted into my mouth as she became wetter and wetter. I knew it wouldn't be long until she had an orgasm. Her ass began to move and her hips thrust rhythmically with the beat of my teasing tongue. As she gasped to signal her imminent orgasm, Roger said, "Okay, that's enough of that. Now, put your tongue in her ass. I want that to be ready for my cock as well."

Kim sighed in frustration. She was so close to orgasm. As I changed my angle of attack to focus on her asshole, I realized that I'd never done this before. I had fucked her in the ass a number of times, but I had never put my tongue there. As I spread her asscheeks, I hesitated for a moment anticipating my task. My brain was repulsed at the thought of putting my mouth against the pink, puckered opening. Fortunately, it looked totally clean. Then, I closed my eyes and moved my mouth toward the target. My lips encased the wrinkled flesh and then my tongue cautiously flicked the sensitive flesh. I was relieved to find that the taste was not horrible. When I heard her moan pleasurably, I forgot about my reluctance and began to press my tongue deeper and more for_cefully into her opening. I moved a hand between her legs and one of my fingers found her wet pussy. I pushed one finger and then another in and out of her pussy as my tongue continued the assault on her asshole. I imagined his cock entering the tight opening that seemed reluctant to allow my tongue to pass. If he was as big as my wife claimed, she was in for a challenging night. Kim was gyrating her hips and moaning loudly. Apparently, the thought of him fucking her ass wasn't as big of a concern to her. Her loud groans of pleasure were making the pain of my own erection even more painful.

Then, Roger commanded, "Okay, that's enough, boy. You've got her horny enough for me. I think you've got her as worked up and frustrated as she likes to keep us. I think I can take it from here."

I reluctantly stopped pleasuring my wife. I loved to bring her to orgasm, so stopping before giving her blissful release was almost as frustrating to me as it was for her. However, her bliss was only being delayed. Mine would not be coming tonight.

I got up from the floor and turned to see Roger smiling lustfully at both of us. The large lump in his pants showed his excitement from the show we put on for him. "It looks like someone enjoyed himself," Roger commented as he looked at the long, sticky drip of cum hanging from the chastity cage. When Kim rolled over and sat on top of the pillows, he asked her, "Would you like to lick that before he leaves us for the evening?" She licked her upper lip sexily and leaned forward on her hands and knees and caught the drip on her tongue. She followed it up to the source and used her tongue to tickle the head of my cock through the plastic bars of the cage. I desperately wanted to feel her lips engulf the entire length of my cock. She looked so damn sexy as she knelt naked on her hands and knees.

Her eyes were twinkling as she looked up at me and grasped my balls in her hand. She squeezed them gently at first and then a bit harder. "Time for you to get dressed and go, so your slut wife can give her lover everything he wants. Maybe he'll leave you something tasty so you can finish what you started when I come back to you tonight."

She released my balls and turned to her lover. She straddled his lap and wrapped her hands behind his neck. She leaned forward and they kissed passionately. I took this as my cue to get dressed. I quickly put on my clothes as I watched them. His hunger for her was evident. He held her hair in his fingers and pulled her head back as he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. He was sucking her tits as I made my way to the door. Neither of them paid any attention to me as I slowly closed the door. He was standing up from the chair with my wife's legs wrapping around his waist as the door clicked shut.

My heart was beating rapidly in my chest and my breath was ragged as I stood outside the door. I listened through the closed door and thought I could hear my wife moan. Just as I heard the unmistakable sound of my wife yelling out, "Ohmigod, YES! YES! YES!!", a couple rounded the corner at the end of the hallway. I immediately started walking away from the door and mumbled a greeting to them as we passed. I wondered if they would also hear my wife's cries of pleasure when they passed the door.

I decided I couldn't go back to our room alone. The pain of my blocked erection, and the knowledge of what was going on in the room I had just left, guaranteed I wouldn't be able to sl_eep. So, I decided to go to the bar and have a glass, or two, of good whiskey first.

I was midway through the first glass of Colonel Taylor bourbon when the Midwest couple took the barstools next to me. "Hiya!" the ever-chipper Molly greeted cheerily. It was evident she had already enjoyed several margaritas. "Mind if we join you?" I feigned enthusiasm at the prospect and told the bartender to put their dri_nks on my tab.

"So, it looked like y'all had a fun day today," she said in a tone that suggested there was more left unsaid.

I nodded, "Yes, it was quite a fun day. Especially for Kim." I decided there was no use in acting like nothing unusual had occurred. The couple had watched us all day.

Kim leaned in close and in a voice she probably thought was quiet, said, "The two of you have got us so worked up that we can't keep our hands off each other. It's like we are on our honeymoon again." She looked at her husband and he winked at her with a big grin on his face. She added, "I don't even care that he's fantasizing about your wife, because I'm doing the same thing and imagining myself with that big hunk of man your wife is with." Then, she put her hand over her mouth and said, "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I probably shouldn't have said that, should I? I mean, you seem okay with it but ... are you?"

I smiled back at her and imagined what she looked like when she was younger and before she added the middle age weight. Her breasts were full and round and she had a cute, cherubic face. Her always present smile was mirrored by her sparkly eyes. It was obvious she was fascinated by the cuckold scenario we were playing out before their eyes, so I decided to play along.

"Yes, actually, I'm perfectly fine with it. My wife is an amazing lover and I know she can have another lover and still love me too."

Molly brightened at my response and considered her next question. "But ... what about that thing you're wearing? We looked at them on the internet yesterday. I really think he wants to try it so I might surprise him with one for his birthday." I didn't think it was going to be a surprise since he was sitting right next to her, but I didn't say anything. She continued, "So, how do you ... you know ... have sex with her?"

I nodded and finished the rest of the bourbon. I held the empty glass up so the bartender knew I wanted another. Then, I sighed and said, "Well, if I'm very good, then she may let me out in a month or two. She'll give me a choice on what we do next. It all depends on how many points I've earned. If I have enough, then I can do just about anything with her. If I don't, then I may only get to ... well, you know ... take care of myself while she watches. She won't make me put it back on until I get in trouble and then, oh boy, she can be pretty hard on me. But, it's not like I don't get to do anything with her. She makes sure I'm kept really busy taking care of her needs. Believe me, that woman is insatiable so I spend a lot of time on my knees, if you know what I mean. Besides, it's not like she doesn't have plenty of men to take care of those other needs I don't get to enjoy very often."

Molly and her husband were riveted by my story. She was staring at me with wondrous eyes and her mouth hung open slightly as she hung on every word. She nodded her head and a smile crept onto her face, "I do know what you mean. I know somebody else that likes to do that too," she giggled as her husband threw his hands up comically and said, "Guilty!"

"So how do you earn points?" she asked.

I took another sip of the new bourbon the bartender placed in front of me. "Well, there are a lot of ways. The obvious ones like housework, massages, romantic dinners, doing her toe nails and other things like that. Then, of course, there's my favorite way to earn points – well, apparently I'm not the only one that likes to earn points that way. Am I right?" I reached across her and gave her husband a fist bump as we both laughed together. Then, I got a more somber look and said, "But, sometimes it can be other things. Like doing things for her lovers. Things that ... well, I'd rather not talk about."

They both had a confused look on their face as they tried to imagine what those other things might be. Molly looked flustered as she said, "Well, that's none of our business anyway. Right?"

I held up my glass and made a toast. "Here's to always pleasing our wives, no matter the sacrifice!" They both clinked glasses with me and I saw them smile at each other. "I hate to leave such good company, but my wife will be returning soon and I want to be there when she arrives." I looked at her husband with a conspiratorial look and added, "I gotta earn some points, if you know what I mean." They both laughed uncomfortably as they realized what I was insinuating.

Molly stood up and hugged me before I was able to get up from my barstool. "I think it's just wonderful how much you love your wife. I hope she knows how lucky she is." Then, she shocked me and kissed me on the lips. The kiss lasted longer than a quick peck and I thought I could feel her tremble as she held me. I looked over her shoulder at her husband and he looked as surprised as me, but his surprise was more excitement than disapproval. When Molly quit kissing me, she leaned back and gazed into my eyes as if she was searching for something to say. She leaned close and put her lips near my ear and said very softly, "Tonight it won't be the hunk I'm thinking about. It will be you."

I stood up from the barstool and this time it wasn't Molly that initiated the kiss. I took her in my arms and pulled her tightly against me. I had one hand on her back and the other cupped her ass as I squeezed her hips and tits tightly against me. I could feel the satin of her panties through the thin material of her sundress and taste the margarita in her mouth. I stuck my tongue into her mouth and let her tongue dance with mine for a moment. I wondered if she could detect the lingering taste of my wife's pussy and ass on my tongue. I hoped so.

As I walked away, I could hear her husband ask, "What did you say to him?" I didn't hear her say anything in response. In my mind, she was still standing there awestruck, watching me.


Kim didn't return to our room until the wee hours of the morning. I was asleep and woke when I heard the door open and close softly. I'd left a lamp on in the living room in anticipation of her return. When she turned off that light, I turned on the lamp next to the bed. As she entered the bedroom, the soft light of the low wattage bulb bathed her in a warm glow. She looked a lot like the previous night – tired, a bit disheveled and blissfully happy. She was undressing as she walked toward the bed. Just like the night before, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Despite being tired, her eyes were smoky as she approached me. She stopped at the side of the bed and let me gaze at her naked body. She did a slow, seductive pirouette with a shimmy of her shoulders and hips. I could see the red marks on her tits and the red handprints on her ass. Her makeup was a mess but that made her look even more sensual and sexual. She still hadn't said a word when she pulled the covers down and laid in the bed next to me. She faced me in the bed and rested her head on one arm while stroking my face with her other hand. The smoldering look never left her eyes. Her fingers massaged my ear and then snaked through my hair before she pulled my lips to her own. Her fingers more aggressively pulled my hair and pressed my head more tightly so that our lips were crushing each other. Then, she pulled my head down until my lips found her hard nipple. I sucked one nipple and then the other, but it wasn't her nipple that needed attention. "We both know what you really want. What you want to do for me." She pushed my head further down as she rolled onto her back. I repositioned myself onto my knees and climbed between her legs. She spread her legs further apart. That's when I could see the surprise she had brought home for me. Her pussy lips were open like a blooming flower and there was sticky cum everywhere. It was on her pussy lips, her thighs, her ass and the bare mound of her shaved pussy. I decided to start with the mound and work my way down. I was surprised at my eagerness to taste another man's cum so directly. It was one thing to taste it on my wife's tongue, but this was something totally different. I was going to lick his seed from her body. I could see that the cum wasn't only seeping from her pussy, it was coming from her ass as well. I swallowed hard and felt my cock twitch in the cage as I imagined his cock plunging into her ass.

I put my hands on her hips and placed my lips against her bare mound as my tongue slid over the remnants of their lust. I could remember the look in his eyes as I left the room and the certainty that he would be fucking my wife before I got to the end of the hallway. The taste was salty but not unpleasant. As I licked, my wife urged me on with her fingers in my hair and her hips responding to my tongue. When I buried my tongue between her pussy lips, she gasped in pleasure and moaned, "Oh yes, baby, eat his cum. Lick my slutty pussy." I redoubled my efforts and continued to devour every drop with gusto. When I couldn't find any more cum to clean from her body, I returned to her pussy and found her clit with my lips. I nibbled and then sucked softly before flicking my tongue in a rhythm around and around her clit. She was breathing heavy and moaning before I felt her hands grab my head and press my face against her pussy. "Oh god, yes, yes, YES!" she shouted as I held her asscheeks and trapped her clit with my sucking lips.

We fell asleep in each other's arms that night. It was one of the most exciting and life-changing events of our lives.

Oh my lord! Nine chapters! What a feast to look forward to!

Thanks Mr Fire!

Well now! a sensual and exacting masterpiece for sure. Hopefully more to come (cum?)! Very well-written, herboy, and a true delight to read. You are very welcome.

CHAPTER 6

When I woke up, I was still horny. My wife was already awake but had stayed in bed enjoying the songs of the birds coming through our window and recovering from her very exhausting night. When I offered to give her a 'good morning' orgasm with my tongue, she had cheerfully declined and suggested we have breakfast first. I took that as an encouraging sign of hope.

As we sat on the balcony of our condo and enjoyed the room service breakfast, I marveled at my wife's fervent sensuality on this trip. I'd never seen her so openly sexual and passionate. Not only was she passionate in the bedroom, which was not unusual, but she was not hesitating to flaunt her sensuality in public. When I mentioned this to her, she asked, "What excites you more? To see your wife acting like the neighborhood slut, or that everyone else knows you are my cuckold?"

I answered in a surprised tone, "Well, I was just referring to how sexy it was to watch you be so sexually uninhibited, but I guess it has been exciting for me too. I'm still trying to deal with the public humil_iation and decided to just embrace the situation and roll with it." Then, I related my conversation with the Midwest couple at the bar the night before. We both laughed at their reaction and then my wife looked at me with a sexy look as she ate a strawberry.

"That makes me wonder," she said slyly. "Were you just trying to shock them, or were you telling them what you hoped would come true? Because, to be honest, I hope it's what you want to become true."

"Oh really," I replied with false bravado. "I can't imagine wearing this thing for a month, or months, at a time. I can't wait until we get home and I can take it off."

"You said yourself that you would only have to wear it if you got in trouble. Obviously, you don't have to worry if you behave yourself."

I considered that for a moment and said, "Yeah, but I like our sex life back home. I like it as Ned and I like it when it's just plain old me having sex with you."

She sipped her coffee and then leaned forward on the little patio table so she was right in front of me. Her robe fell open and I could clearly see her tits. She wasn't wearing anything under the robe. "But baby ... you must not have been listening to me yesterday. I want you as my loving cuckold. I want to deny you my pussy and save it for Ned and my other lovers. I don't want to be your cheating wife that sneaks around behind your back. I want to be your cheating wife that comes home and tells you all about it and sees the lust in your eyes. Wasn't last night the best sex we've had together in a very long time?" I swallowed hard and nodded my head. "Well, I agree and that is exactly the awesome sex I want to keep having with my cuckold hubby." She gave me a loving, but piercing look. I sipped my coffee as I tried to hold her gaze. She wasn't just saying this because it was Fantasy Week. She was serious.

"And, by the way, I think that point system you thought up is a wonderful idea. I think we should start it as soon as we get home," she said cheerfully. "But, we're getting ahead of ourselves. We still have a couple of days left here and there is one more thing ..."

The old 'one more thing' ominous warning hung in the air. I waited to see what surprise she was going to throw at me as she leaned back in her chair with the cup of coffee balanced in her fingers. She stretched her bare foot from under the table and slid it up my leg. She allowed her robe to open more so that it now barely covered her at all. She let the knee of her other leg spread apart so that her pussy was just barely visible from under the robe on the other side of the table from me. The taunting look in her eyes was a tease that unnerved me as I waited for her to speak.

"Can you believe that Roger came in me three times last night? I can't even remember the last time we had sex three times in one night." Her foot pushed against the chastity cage and it made her smile. "He was so excited watching you get me ready for him, that he put his big, thick cock in me before you were barely out of the room." I didn't tell her that I lingered outside the door and heard her shouts of pleasure. "After he came, he stayed hard. I didn't know a man could do that." Her eyes were still watching me with that same taunting look. "That's when he told me he wanted to take my ass. I thought he would be too big, but he was gentle and patient and wouldn't be denied. He pulled my hair and slapped my ass until he was all the way in. It was incredible." I could feel the pain of the chastity cage becoming worse as my heart beat faster. "Later, we made love slowly. It was much more romantic. We came together in a noisy, passionate orgasm." Her bare foot on my thigh and her toes under my balls felt heavenly. "He wanted me to stay and sl_eep with him, but I knew you were waiting for me." She pressed her toes a bit more firmly against my balls before removing her foot and sitting up in her chair. This time, she let her robe open completely so her beautiful breasts and pussy were fully exposed to me. "I hope you don't mind, but I told him I would stay with him the rest of our days here." She waited to see what affect her words had on me. She wasn't asking permission. She was telling her cuckold what she was going to do. She could see the dismay and uncertainty in my eyes. "Don't worry, darling," she said as she leaned forward and put her hand on mine. "You'll still spend the day with me .. and with him, of course. But, I'll be his alone each night."

I sat there stunned and highly aroused at the same time. The visual of her lover fucking her ass was stuck in my brain. The moan I had heard from the hallway was actually when he stuck his cock in her. And I would be spending the night alone, thinking about them, unable to jerk off, for the last couple of nights of our vacation. She squeezed my hand and said, "I could go for that 'good morning' orgasm now." She stood up and pulled me along behind her to the big king-sized bed.

EPILOGUE

I was sitting on the barstool nervously spinning a coaster on the countertop as I fretted over what I was going to say. 'Ned' was meeting 'Eileen' for an afternoon tryst. It had been almost six months since our Fantasy Week cuckold trip and this was only the second time since returning that we had got together as our alter egos. I was thinking about the last meeting when we were sitting in this same hotel bar and she had strutted in looking incredible in her business suit with an air of confidence and sensuality. She had kissed me and sat next to me in the booth in the corner. She told me about her recent vacation with her husband and how she made him wear a chastity cage on his "tiny penis" and how she had cuckolded him with another man. "I know you're not the jealous type," she had told me. "Besides, I told him that my pussy belonged to you now. That I see him as my cuckold and you as my lover." She had put her hand between my legs and squeezed my growing erection and asked, "Do you want to own my pussy, Ned? Although I do hope you won't mind sharing it with my new lover. He's really quite good in bed." She was pleased that my cock was getting hard as she teased me.

Then, she quit rubbing my cock through my pants and turned to me, saying, "You won't believe what my cuckold did." I raised my eyes and wondered what I did. "He tried to compare himself to you. Can you believe that?"

I knew what she was talking about. We had been back from vacation for a couple of weeks and Kim had only let me eat her pussy. She seemed to be constantly horny since returning from our trip. Although she had let me remove the chastity, she reminded me that she wanted to try not having sex with me for a while. She wanted to save her pussy for her lovers, but she did expect me to give her lots of oral sex. I was free to jerk off but only if I let her watch since she knew it embarrassed me. She had already got together with Roger a couple of times and I was getting incredibly horny. So, one night, after the kids went to bed, I told her I was Ned and I had missed her and she should get herself naked so we could get caught up. She raised her eyes and said, "Believe me, you are no Ned, mister. You are a cuckold that should save the fucking for real men that know what they're doing." But, I was persistent so she finally got in bed and laid there while I had my way with her. When I was done, she got up and said, "That, my friend, was a pity fuck. I hope you enjoyed it. Obviously, I didn't."

When she was done telling the story, Ned asked her, "So, what did you do after that?"

"Well, I thought you and I should decide what to do next. I told him it was your pussy now so it's time for him to understand what that means."

I was intrigued by her cunning and guile. I was also getting caught up in my character and declared, "When you get home, give the wimp a good whipping with that hairbrush and tell him he's wearing the chastity for a week."

"Only a week?" she asked teasingly.

"Make it two!"

After that, we went to our hotel room and fucked for hours.


When we were back home the next day, she told me that Ned was unhappy with my antics. She proceeded to whip my ass to a bright red and made me stand in the corner. Then, she made me put the chastity cage on and secured it with a small padlock. She wore the key on a chain that hung between her breasts as a constant reminder. For the next two weeks, I couldn't stop looking at that key and wondering how I got myself into this situation. She would tease me each night about how I got myself locked up and I'm lucky Ned wasn't meaner. She thought I deserved a tougher punishment. She would rub her naked body against me in bed and ask if I missed fucking her. She would whisper that I shouldn't worry, her hot body was being well taken care of by her lovers while her cuckold was locked up – just the way she liked it. Then, she would kiss me and roll over to sl_eep. At the end of the two weeks, she asked me if I had anything I wanted to say to Ned as an apology. I reluctantly said, "Tell him I'm sorry and I promise not to try and pressure you into any unwanted sex." Kim seemed very happy with that apology and, after unlocking the chastity cage, gave me a handjob as a reward.

Since that visit with Ned, she had been with Roger at least weekly. When I whined, "when are we going to start having sex again?" She reminded me of my promise to Ned, but 'sympathetically' offered to ask Roger. After her next visit with Roger, she told me he wanted to know if I had done anything to deserve such a special treat. When she couldn't think of anything, he told her I should try harder. She really liked that answer! After that, I started keeping a list of things I thought were nice (extra chores, flowers, things like that) and I would give it to her to show Roger. The first couple of times, she would return home and hand the list back to me with an apologetic shake of the head and a shrug. Then she would whisper in my ear, "But I do have a surprise for you. Hungry?" And we would lock the bedroom door and I would taste her salty, sticky surprise. Every once in a while, she would offer me a 'pity' fuck and blowjob. She would make sure I understood she was only doing it because Roger told her to, so I should try to get off as quickly as possible. I was actually starting to feel apologetic for putting her through it!

So, here I was – Ned – waiting to meet his lover. I had to decide how I was going to play this thing out. I wanted to tell her that meeting every few months was not enough. I was also trying to decide what to do about our upcoming Fantasy Week. It was my turn so I could do whatever I wanted and, after the last one, I'm sure she was expecting me to get even with her.

I saw her coming before she even walked through the door. I told the bartender I was moving to the booth in the corner. As she approached, I was surprised by her appearance. Her makeup was a bit messy, and her hair looked like it had been quickly brushed. She looked like she had just been fucked.

"Hello lover," she said sexily before we sat down. She French kissed me and I could taste and smell the red wine on her breath. She didn't make a move to sit down and put her lips near my ear. "Have you ever had sloppy seconds?" I was shocked and shook my head 'No'. "Want some now?" she asked softly in the sexiest voice I can ever remember her using.

I grabbed her by the hand and told the bartender to put the bill on my room. My wife said, "Actually, put it on mine," and gave him a different room number. As we entered the elevator, she gave me a slightly remorseful look, saying, "I was so horny thinking about meeting you that Roger and I came here after the gym. I thought you might like to try something different. You're not mad are you?"

I decided to up Ned's game just a bit and responded, "It sounds like someone needs a trip across my lap to remind her who this pussy belongs to." She looked surprised at first and then smiled as she squeezed herself against me with my arm wrapped around her shoulders. This was going to be quite a fun night.

When we entered her hotel room, I saw the half empty bottle of red wine and could smell the same cologne lingering in the air that I smelled in Roger's room at the resort. He must have left right before we got there. The bed was still unmade with the bedspread on the floor and the sheet halfway off. There was a pillow on the edge of the bed where he must have bent her over and taken her from behind. Kim was watching me with twinkling eyes as I took in the aftermath of her recent adultery.

As badly as I wanted to fuck her, I couldn't pass up this opportunity. "Strip!" I demanded.

She shivered at my tone and pulled her dress off her shoulders. She did a little shimmy and the dress slid down her body and piled at her feet. She stepped out of the pile and was standing naked except for her high heels. I looked over toward the bed and saw her panties and bra had already been removed by her first lover. As I looked at the beauty standing before me, I could see her nipples were hard and there were still beads of cum in the small strip of hair over her pussy. Usually, when I saw those beads, I would be getting down on my knees and ready to eat her pussy. One part of me really wanted to do that. But, today it would be different. Today, her lover Ned would be taking charge and she would be the one on her knees.

"It looks like your lover already got things ready for us. Bend over that pillow," I said, pointing to the bed. Kim skipped across the room excitedly and leaned over, facedown on the bed, with her ass and hips raised up over the pillow while her feet remained on the floor in her sexy high heels. Her long ponytail laid across her back haphazardly. I pulled my belt through the loops of my pants as I imagined her bent over like this as Roger fucked her from behind. She teasingly spread her legs just a bit so I could see her recently fucked pussy.

Without much for_ce, I swung the belt and it slapped across both asscheeks. My wife wiggled her ass and let out a soft gasp. I swung two more times and was surprised when she raised her ass up higher like she wanted more. So, I put a bit more for_ce into it and swatted her two more times with a bit louder sound coming from the belt and my wife's gasps. When she continued to raise her ass up for more and spread her legs wider, I couldn't take it anymore and dropped my belt and then my pants as I stepped up behind her. I reached for the ponytail and took it in my hand, like taking the reins for a mustang that needed to be tamed. For the second time, in less than an hour, she was fucked aggressively while bent over that pillow.

As we lay cuddling in bed, enjoying the afterglow of sex, Kim said, "Oh, Ned, you were really worked up today. I'm gonna say you must have liked sloppy seconds."

"I always love fucking your tight, little slutty pussy. I have to admit that it was extra wet today," I said with a lascivious grin.

She giggled and rolled my nipples between her fingers. "The way you spanked me reminded me of my other lover," she said slyly as one of her hands slid down and played with my balls. "Lately, he's been playing rougher with me." She explored my eyes to see what this revelation would trigger. I was curious but decided to let her tell me more. So, she added, "He says he wants to train me to be his submissive slut."

That definitely got my attention! "He does, does he? And how do you feel about that?"

She continued to massage my balls and switched to tweaking my other nipple. "I think it's hot as hell," she said sexily. "He doesn't just want to turn me on, he wants me body and soul. He wants to own my body."

I looked at her a bit concerned and wondered if she was falling a bit too hard for Roger. "I thought your pussy belonged to me," Ned said in a defensive voice.

"I know," Kim cooed. "It always will, but I really want to give this a try. Perhaps we can give it a little while to see how things go?" She raised her hand to my face and ran her fingertips over my face and through my hair. Her eyes kept watching me in that teasing, sensual way. "He also wants to start training my cuckold."

"Oh?!" I exclaimed uncertainly. She could see she had my attention now.

"Yes, and it's all thanks to you, Ned," she said with a smile. "When I told him how you punished him after his pitiful attempts to have sex with me, he thought that sounded really fun. Apparently, he really got off on how submissive my husband was during our last trip." I felt her hand wrap around my semi-hard shaft and realized I was becoming hard again. She stroked me slowly. "As a matter of fact, for a while now, he's been telling me when I can give the cuckold a treat and when he doesn't get anything but teasing. I think it's working really well, but now he wants to actively start training both of us. He wants the cuckold to start seeing him as his dominant and taking orders directly from him. I think he's got some pretty kinky ideas he wants to try with us. He's warned me that both of our boundaries will be pushed if we do it." Her hand continued to stroke my erection. "I think the boy is going to love it. He told me about his fantasy of doing nasty thing for my lovers. I think he's getting ready to realize that fantasy." She rubbed her fingertip in the slick pre-cum that was leaking from the tip of my cock. Her eyes twinkled as she saw the excitement in my eyes. She knew she had me.

I desperately needed to regain control of the situation. "So, when will you be able to see me? I was hoping it could be more often," Ned whined.

"Oh, don't worry lover. We'll still get together and I'll more than make it up to you. But, I think the cuckold and I need to do this together. There are some things I can't wait to see my lover do to him." She put her fingers back on my nipple and twisted much harder than before. I gasped at the sudden jolt of pain. She also stroked my now fully-erect cock much more assertively. "By the way, did I tell you what the cuckold told me to tell you?"

In a gasping voice, I said, "No, what did he say?"

"He said he was sorry for trying to be you and he promised never to pressure me with unwanted sex again. Isn't he the sweetest?" Then, she crawled down under the sheets and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock to give me a fantastic blowjob.

The next evening, when we were at home and getting ready to retire for the night, I said, "Honey, I was thinking about our next Fantasy Week that is coming up and I rented that cabin in the woods again."

Kim looked at me and I could see the disappointment in her eyes. "Okay, babe. It is your turn."

"Well, actually ... I was thinking maybe you could take my turn for me. That will give you the next two vacations to plan however you want. I mean, the cabin is kind of isolated and ... well, what do you think?"

Kim's eyes lit up happily and she ran over and hugged me. "You won't regret it, babe!" Then, she gave me a great big kiss on the lips and skipped off to text her lover.

All I could think was, "I'm soooo going to regret it."

THE END

Thank you Herboy! What a great read, it's left me utterly frustrated in my cage 😈❤️ x

What a nifty twisty ending! Coils upon coils! Another really great story.

BumNote you don't know how happy that makes me!

Mr Fire thank you so much. It was fun to write and there's nothing better than a twist at the ending!

herboy63,

Thank you! Excellent work, well written and finished in time to keep us interested!

Kinky69 you are most welcome! Sometimes, a quick, fun story is just what we need.