Cuckold Conversation

Cuckold Conversation

"What's the name of the snowman in 'Frozen'"? I asked as I looked up from my iPad.

"Olaf," my wife answered without looking up from the book she was reading.

She was sitting at the end of the couch with her feet resting in my lap. She was wearing a well-worn t-shirt without a bra and loose-fitting sl_eep shorts without panties. I couldn't actually see that she wasn't wearing panties but there was no problem seeing the dark hue of her nipples pushing against the thin material of her t-shirt. I loved her perky breasts and never tired of looking at them. If I asked her to flash me, I knew she'd probably roll her eyes and then she'd raise her shirt and let me ogle them for a moment before she'd say, "Happy?" and I'd grin and thank her as she lowered her t-shirt and shook her head with an amused smile. It was just one of our things we did together. Kind of like what we were doing now. Sitting on the couch doing a crossword together with a cup of coffee as we enjoyed a quiet Sunday morning.

It was our chance to reconnect and bond after a hectic week. After twelve years of marriage, we still loved spending time with each other. Despite our busy work schedules and my wife's seemingly endless social calendar, we always tried to start each week just like this – cuddled up on the couch, sipping coffee and enjoying each other's company.

"What wood is used to make a hope chest?" I asked confused. "And, what's a hope chest?"

My wife looked up from her book, explaining, "They were given to young women so they could collect things they would need in 'hopes' of getting married," she replied derisively. "They're usually made out of cedar for the smell and because cedar naturally repels insects."

I checked and 'CEDAR' fit in the five empty squares of the crossword. "How do you know so much?" I marveled with a shake of my head.

My wife put the book in her lap and replied, "I can't believe your mom doesn't have one. She probably still has your baby blanket and teddy bear in there." My wife always teased me about being a mama's boy. Although she got along with my mom, it annoyed her whenever my mom would fuss over me or do something my wife thought I should do for myself. I felt my wife's bare foot press against my groin. "Speaking of wood," she said with a teasing look on her face. "How's our little fella doing?"

I shrugged shyly and replied, "Just fine, I guess."

She pushed her foot harder and rolled the ball of her foot on the hard plastic nub under my jogging pants causing the ring of the chastity cage to push uncomfortably against my balls. I looked down in my lap and saw the pearl ankle bracelet her current lover had given her. "You guess? Does that mean you're not sure?" she teased coyly. She made pouty lips and said in a babytalk voice, "Aww, is being all locked up making somebody grumpy?"

I looked up at her tits and could barely see the key under her t-shirt dangling between her breasts from the chain around her neck. The key that controlled my torment and my relief. This new chastity device was the flat type that wouldn't allow an erection. The discomfort from the confinement was beginning to grow as she continued to tease me. "How many more days until the little fella gets released?" she cooed in her teasing voice.

"Five," I answered dejectedly. I knew I shouldn't be so glum. Chastity was my idea after all. Of course, my wife has grown to love it as much as me. Ever since I gave her the key to the lock on a silver chain, she's proudly worn it whenever I'm locked up. For the past two years, she's had the key around her neck almost daily. We first started "playing around" with chastity during Locktober a few years ago, when I told her I wanted to try being locked up for the whole month. She found the long-term chastity to be very much to her liking and decided we should try something new this year. We started with one month of chastity followed by one week of freedom. Then, we would add a week to the next chastity term before my next week of freedom and continuing to add an extra week of chastity after each week of freedom. I'll save you the trouble of doing the math. I'll get one week of release six times this year, and only four times next year. I'm currently five days away from getting my fifth week of freedom after completing eight weeks of chastity.

"Well, you should be happy sweetie," my wife said cheerfully. "Only five more days until you get to show me what I've been missing. That's got to be getting you excited," she said encouragingly. Although she doesn't get much out of having my penis in her, she likes to reconnect with me by allowing me to fuck her as a reward for my confinement. When we first started long-term chastity, I told her I knew I couldn't give her an orgasm with my cock and was willing to be denied penetration if she wanted to cut me off, but she was disappointed. She wanted to know I still desired her and that we could bond as a couple 'in that special way', but she also assured me it wasn't something she needed or wanted to do too often.

I responded to the devilish look on her face by lifting her feet from my lap so I could get up from the couch and declared, "What's getting me excited right now is an Irish coffee. Do you want one?"

She nodded and said with a twinkle in her eye, "That sounds perfect. You can bring them up to the bedroom so we can cuddle and talk. And put extra whipped cream on mine so I can put it on all the places you like to lick."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled in a show of enthusiasm at the prospect of licking cum off my wife, but inside I felt my stomach tighten. We were going to have a "Cuckold Conversation".

Occasionally, my wife likes to check in with me and make sure everything is going okay in my world and between us. A cuckold relationship requires a lot of communication, trust and compassion if it is going to work well. Even though cuckolding was originally my idea and my kink, it is her intuition and emotional nurturing that allows us to make this relationship work so well. It was during one of our deep conversations when she first admitted she never had an orgasm with me when I was fucking her. She admitted the only way I could make her cum was orally or by using one of her toys. I was shocked and asked if any of her previous lovers had been able to give her an orgasm while fucking her. "All of them did" had been her simple answer. She assured me that I gave her great orgasm with my mouth and she could even cum when I sucked on her tits while fingering her, but "I guess it just doesn't last long enough when we do it and ... well, maybe it's just not big enough." My first thought was to feel apologetic. Although every other man had been able, I couldn't give her the one thing a wife needs the most from her husband – satisfying sex. A moment later, my brain went into problem-solving mode and it was her turn to be shocked when I asked, "Have you ever thought of having a lover?"

It was almost a year later and after many conversations before my wife seriously considered having sex with another man. First, she had to be sure I wasn't encouraging her to try it so I could have a tryst of my own. Then, she had to get past the ethical doubts of feeling like she was cheating on me and 'acting like a slut'. Finally, she had to face her fear of actually meeting another man purely for sex. When she shared her dilemma with one of her girlfriends, the final wall was broke down when her friend, Sue, set her up a Tender account. Almost immediately, she started getting interest from men that wanted to meet the 'hotwife seeking well-hung fun'.

She enjoyed the naughtiness of her first few hook-ups and admitted it was wonderful to finally have orgasms from sex again. The two of us couldn't keep our hands off each other and the fantasy talk in our bedroom was creating an amazing sexual charge. However, despite the fun we were having together, she realized these one-night stands left her feeling empty afterward. She needed to feel something more if she was going to keep doing it. So, after a lot more talking and discussing my concerns of her falling in love with another man, we finally agreed she should look for a true lover.

It turned out to be harder than we thought, but she finally found someone she connected with at work and started a relationship that lasted a couple of months. He was also married, and everything seemed to be going well until they were lying in bed after having sex and he declared his love for my wife and suggested they leave their spouses for each other. After that, she avoided married men and settled for hooking up with an old boyfriend that reached out to her on Facebook after his divorce. That went well for a couple of years and our own sexual relationship was evolving into almost exclusively me giving her oral and using her dildos to pleasure her. For our anniversary, she bought a harness with a latex sheath that fit over my cock so I could fuck her. I couldn't feel anything, but it was the first time my cock was in her that she had an orgasm. During one of our 'cuckold conversations', she made me admit how much I loved when she would tease and humiliate me. She asked me what humiliating thing I wanted but was afraid to ask for and I confessed I wanted her to peg me. It was during another of these conversations when I suggested chastity would be exciting. Much to my chagrin, she couldn't wait to tell her girlfriends and show off the key hanging between her tits. They all thought our sex life was really kinky and wished they had one just like it.

So, I had mixed feelings about 'cuckold conversations'. They could be a great opportunity for the two of us to just chat and discuss anything on our minds, or they could end up being the beginning of a whole new direction in our sex life. This was the first time we had one of these conversations in almost a year. The last one had been right after she met her current lover, Jason. The relationship with her old boyfriend was fizzling out when she met Jason at a business function. My wife was a panelist discussing a controversial new initiative and Jason was the dissenting point of view. She found him to be arrogant and insufferable and told him as much when he asked her out to dinner when the event was over. She would tell me later the sex with him that night had been aggressive and passionate like a couple having makeup sex after an argument.

As I walked up the stairs to our bedroom with the mugs of Irish coffee in my hands, I thought about the night before when she came home from her overnight at Jason's house. She had spent Friday night and all-day Saturday with him and apologized when she got home for not spending more time with me during the weekend. Of course, I told her it was fine with me and I was glad she had a great weekend, but she knew I was irritated. I had wanted to go out to dinner and then to a bar for a few beers, but it was obvious she was wiped out. I assumed they had spent most of the weekend in bed together. She promised to make it up to me and we got a pizza and watched a movie. By the end of the night, we were cuddled up on the couch and laughing at the movie together. She fell asleep with her head in my lap before the movie was over.

The bedroom door was open as I walked in and I heard my wife in the bathroom. She had lit some incense and turned the lights down low. I put the mugs on the bedside table and started to sit on the bed when my wife said from the bathroom, "Why don't you get comfortable and take off your clothes?"

I smiled as I eagerly began undressing. Cuckold conversations were usually conducted in the nude. We would cuddle on the bed, holding each other as we casually chatted. She has an amazing talent for disarming me and getting me to slowly open up and reveal more and more of myself to her as she strokes my skin with her fingertips and nibbles on my neck and sensitive areas. These conversations used to end in sex but, now that I was in chastity, the outcome was far from certain. For us, chastity doesn't necessarily mean I'm never released. It simply means I don't have any control over when I'm released or what she may decide to do with my cock if she does let me out of the cage for 'playtime'. Sometimes, she might let me out once a week or so and other times, like this time, it could be more than a month. When she does unlock the cage, she may give me a slow handjob or make me masturbate for her. The big question is whether or not she'll allow me to have an orgasm before telling me it's time to put the cage back on. Over the past year, she's grown fond of making me beg to sacrifice my own orgasm for the pleasure of giving her one instead – as if she wasn't going to get one anyway! I never know if she'll say, "Well, only because you are begging me, you can go ahead and put your cage back on and then you can eat my pussy," or surprise me with something like, "I know you want to suffer for me but I think you should masturbate on my pussy and then lick it all up until I cum."

My wife walked out of the bathroom naked except for the chain holding the key around her neck. I could smell her perfume as she walked toward me with a sexy, expectant smile on her face. She reached down and cupped my balls in her hand and looked at the chastity cage that was smashing my cock tightly against my body. She pressed her tits against me and turned her head up so her lips were almost touching mine. "Should we let the poor fella out for a little while?"

"Yes," I gasped.

She stepped back and released my balls, saying in a sultry voice, "Okay, but I've got something for you first." She opened the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out two pairs of panties – a red pair and a blue pair. She handed me the blue pair and said, "I should have let you take these off me when I got home last night. They probably still had Jason's cum on them and I know how much you like the taste when you eat me. They should still smell the way you like them though." She gave me an accusatory look and said, "You've been sniffing my dirty panties, haven't you?"

My face turned a little red and I nodded my head in shame. I don't know how she could know. I only did it when I was alone and I always put them back in the hamper afterward. My wife put her hand on the side of my face and said affectionately, "Don't be embarrassed. I'm glad you like my scent. Go ahead. Smell them." I looked uncertain as I stood there foolishly holding her panties. So, she urged, "Do it for me. Smell them and lick them if you want. I want to know if you can taste us. We had sex right before I left to come home."

I did as she wanted and sniffed her blue, satiny panties with a slow, deep inhale. It was absolutely heavenly. A musky, pungent smell of sex. I let my tongue lap at the stain in the crotch and thought I could detect her familiar flavor combined with something else. I loved to eat her pussy when she came home from a date so tasting their combined juices wasn't new to me. On the other hand, sniffing and licking her panties in front of her was a first.

My wife handed me the red pair of panties and said, "These are the ones I wore the day before. He teased me all night long so they were soaking by the time he finally took them off me in his bedroom. I also made sure to wipe myself with them after we had sex to make sure there would be plenty for you to smell and taste." She watched me with a curious, amused smile before urging me, "Go ahead. Tell me what you think."

So, I held the crotch of the red satiny panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. The stain on this pair was darker and larger than the other one. The smell was also much stronger. I could feel my head swoon in exhilaration. These were the moth_erlode that every panty-sniffer searches for. Her womanly scent would be there for days. You could easily imagine her excitement as she moistened her panties and knowing she wiped herself with them after having sex made the fragrance even more intoxicating.

"So, how long have you been sniffing my panties?" she asked in a soothing voice.

"Years," I replied in a soft, embarrassed voice as I lowered the panties from my face. I started to hand both pairs back to her and she stopped me and said, "No, you can keep them until you're ready to wash them for me. I want you to hand wash all my panties every week for me, okay?"

I nodded my head in agreement and she pulled my lips to hers and kissed me. Then, she climbed onto our bed, pausing to wiggle her bare ass at me, before sitting in the middle of the bed. I stared at her tits and hard nipples for a moment. She saw me staring and smiled, putting one hand over the top of her breast and massaged the outline of her nipple with one of her fingers. She saw the cum oozing from the tip of the chastity cage and her smile grew bigger. Then, she grasped the key and asked, "Are you ready? I know it's been a long time."

I scrambled onto the bed and got on my knees behind her to undo the clasp holding the silver chain. She lowered the key and chain into the palm of her hand and waited for me to move in front of her. As I knelt in front of her on the bed, waiting, she looked at my caged penis before asking, "Do you know who loves that you're locked up?"

"You," I replied.

My wife laughed saying, "Well, yes, that's true. I love knowing I control when our little friend here gets to come out to play. I also love how attentive you are when locked up. You make sure I'm happy whether it's here in bed or any other time. And I love knowing how much you want to do this for me. But, I'm not talking about me, silly."

I frowned and said, "Your girlfriends."

My wife laughed again as she reached a finger between my legs and caught a drip of my cum on her fingertip. She raised it to my lips and I licked it off as she said, "Well, that's true. They're always asking me if you're still locked up. Carol even bought her husband one but he doesn't seem to like it as much as you. He can't go more than a day or two. But, that's not who I'm talking about."

I shrugged to indicate I wasn't sure and my wife moved her hand back to my balls and squeezed them gently. She didn't say anything for a moment and then looked me in the eye and said, "Jason." She watched me as she continued to massage my balls. I shifted on my knees uncomfortably. Not because they hurt, but because I felt the humil_iation building as I thought about her lover holding her naked in his arms as they laughed about her caged, cuckold husband. Of course, he would know about the chastity. The key hanging around her neck was an obvious signal to everyone that she was the keyholder. That was the whole reason for giving it to her, right? She had told me many times when complete strangers would ask about the key. She always told them the truth. After being with Jason for a year, it would be implausible that the topic had never come up.

"He's become quite interested in you," my wife said as she raised another fingertip of cum to my lips. "I think he'd like to meet you. Would you be okay with that?"

I could taste the salty cum in my dry mouth and the pressure of my restricted cock in the cage. Her question had caught me off-guard. We had talked about me watching her having sex with her lovers for many years. However, I've never actually had the chance to do it. Well, there was one time when we were at a party and she snuck off with one of the neighbors and I peeked through a window and could barely see them in the dark room. And, I had heard her having sex on a number of occasions when her first boyfriend would bring her home, but that was not their usual routine. From the beginning of her hotwife lifestyle, she was honest in telling me she would feel weird having someone watching her have sex – even me. So, I always did my best to allow her the space to enjoy herself without my interference. But, it made for hot sextalk and teasing when we were alone together in bed. So, was this just an introduction to her lover, or something more? The longer they were together, the odder it seemed that I had never met him. After a year of being together, I felt like I already knew him. He called her on the phone and I would hear them flirting with each other, and my wife would tell me about their get-togethers if I asked or if she wanted to tease me.

I nodded and tried to be casual when saying, "Of course. I've been wondering when I'd finally get to meet Mr. Wonderful."

My wife laughed at that and put the key in the lock of my chastity device. The click of the lock disengaging was audible and the pieces of hard nylon separated slightly. My wife pulled the cage covering my cock off first and my trapped partial erection sprung out from the confinement. Then, she wiggled the base ring of the chastity device and pushed on my balls until they slipped through the ring. Finally, she pulled the base ring over my relieved shaft to completely free 'her toy'.

My wife's face had an amused, conciliatory look as she said, "Awww, the poor thing looks like he's so happy to be loose again." The marks of the cage were imprinted on the head of my penis. The cum that had been leaking from the tip was smeared on the shaft and head. My wife reached for my penis and stroked the shaft with her thumb and two fingers. "So, do you still like wearing your chastity device for me?"

It made me happy to hear her say I was wearing it for her, even though it was my idea to give chastity a try. Undoubtedly, she knew I was more willing and less likely to give it up if I was 'doing it for her'. Knowing how much she loved being in control of the key and teasing me when I was wearing it made the kink even more alluring. "Yes," I answered truly. "I love wearing it for you."

This made her smile sexily and she responded by stroking my cock with a bit more pressure between her thumb and two fingers. Then, she looked in my eyes like she was trying to see my soul and eventually asked, "And what about being my cuckold? Does it still make you excited when other men fuck your wife? Are you glad I have a lover?"

Her slow, steady stroking with her fingers continued as I gazed into her eyes and, without hesitation, I answered, "Yes. Yes, I am. I love when I see the sparkle in your eyes before a date. I love when you tell me how wonderful the sex was with him and how you can't wait for him to take you again. Knowing you are being satisfied and able to experience it with someone you have feelings for, while still loving me, makes me very, very happy."

My wife stopped stroking and knelt facing me, wrapping her arms around me to hug me tightly against her bare body and kissed me. She slid a hand down my back and squeezed my ass. "I'm glad your cock will be in me in five days. It's been a long time." She rubbed her body against me and asked, "Do you know why Jason likes that you're in chastity?" I shook my head 'No', so she replied, "He likes knowing he's not sharing my pussy with you." She put her other hand on my other asscheek and pulled my hips against her, trapping my erection between our bellies. Her face had a taunting look when she said, "He likes knowing the total time you'll be in my pussy this year is less than we usually spend in one position when we fuck." She pushed harder pressing my cock between us tightly and asked teasingly, "Awww, are you embarrassed he knows what a quick trigger you have? He just wanted to know why I needed to have sex with others if I was so in love with my husband. Once he heard about how small the little fella is and how quickly you cum, he totally understood. He just couldn't understand how you could be okay with me doing it. Know what I told him?"

I was getting worried I might cum if she didn't stop pressing against my cock while she talked to me. Is that what she was trying to do? I gasped as I answered, "Because I love you so much?"

My wife smiled broadly and put her face against my chest and squeezed her arms around me, relieving the grinding pressure that was bringing me closer to the edge. "Exactly," she gushed. Then, she pushed me back and I landed on my back on the bed. She shimmied up my body until she had a knee on either side of my head. "I know what you want. This is even better than sniffing my panties, isn't it?"

"Yes," I replied breathlessly. She lowered her hips and I raised my head off the bed so my lips would meet her pussy as it came to me. My upper arms were trapped against my body by her legs, but I could still raise my hands to find her ass. My tongue explored her pussy as she moved her hips in appreciation. I found her clit with my tongue and trapped it between my nibbling lips. My wife gasped pleasurably and moved her hips faster. I kept up the oral assault until I could tell she was getting very close. It was obvious our conversation had made her very horny. She was going to have her first orgasm very quickly.

"That's it baby .... Don't stop!" She shouted urgently. I kept licking and lightly sucking her clit at a faster rhythmic pace. Her hips were grinding much faster and her thighs tightened against both sides of my head. It was getting harder to breathe as she trapped my nose and mouth under her very wet pussy, but I kept up my efforts until I was rewarded with her groans and shouts of pleasure. "Aaahhhhh, Ohmigod, oh god yes, yes!" she cried out appreciatively. It made me happy when she was so obviously pleased with my performance. She rolled off of my face and laid on the bed next to me. She was still breathing heavy and asked in a breathless voice, "Do you wanna play with my titties before I fuck you?" She reached over and gave one of my nipples a hard twist. She knows how much I like that.

My face was still smeared with her moisture and my cock was fully erect as I rolled onto my side. I slid a hand across her stomach and felt her smooth skin. I thought about what she said. She was going to fuck me. My cock twitched just a bit as I thought of it. My hand cupped her breast and I squeezed it gently. It felt so good. So, soft and firm at the same time. I leaned over her and took her other boob in my mouth as I continued to massage and squeeze the other. I flicked my tongue on her hard nipple and then took it in my lips. I got onto my knees and moved my mouth to her other breast that I held in my hand, offering it to my eager lips. I sucked on that nipple and let my teeth graze gently on the nipple before taking it in my lips again. I did this for several more minutes until my wife asked, "Are you finished?"

Reluctantly, I nodded my head and said, "Yes, I guess so."

She kissed me again before she got up from the bed. I watched her sexy, naked body as she walked to her dresser and opened a drawer. She pulled out a dildo and a harness, turning toward me with a taunting look on her face, and said, "I know you were mad at me last night and I'm sorry for getting home so late, but we were having so much fun I lost all track of time. It's like you always say, 'It can be tough being a cuckold sometimes.'" She walked toward the bed and retrieved the lube from the bedside table. Putting the lube and dildo on the bed in front of me, she continued, "You may be surprised to know that I was thinking of you while I was lying under him being fucked gloriously." She put the dildo through the O-ring of the harness and then snapped it in place on the front of the harness. She put her legs through the harness legs and buckled it around her waist. The dildo was swinging ominously in front of her as she stood at the side of the bed. She put her hands on her waist and said, "I had my legs over his shoulders as he stood at the edge of the bed fucking me and I was thinking, 'This is how I'm going to fuck my hubby tomorrow. I'm going to make him feel just as wonderful as I'm feeling right now.'" She let her words sink in as I knelt on the bed watching the erotic vision in front of me. She couldn't possibly have looked any sexier.

I tried to deflect how nervous I was feeling by saying, "He must have thought it weird when you started shouting out your husband's name while he was fucking you."

My wife laughed and said, "He could tell I was getting more excited. It doesn't matter if he knew why. I'm sure he wouldn't have cared anyway. He think it's sexy that I fuck you."

You've got to be kidding me, I thought. Another embarrassing thing he knows about me. I'll bet her girlfriends know too. I could just imagine what they must think of me. "Poor little chastised cuckold gets bent over and fucked in the ass by his wife as punishment for not being able to fuck her properly." But, the joke was on all of them. She was only doing all of this because it turns me on. There's not many wives that are willing to satisfy their husband's kinks like my wife. If she felt like she was punishing me, it would probably only make me hornier.

My wife told me to lay on my back at the edge of the bed with my feet hanging over. "I'm going to fuck you the same way he was fucking me. I want to see your face the same way he said he wanted to see my face." I did what she said and moved to the edge of the bed. She told me to hold my knees and squeezed some lube on my asshole. She quickly pushed it in with a finger and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. Even though her finger is small, it always felt big when she first pushed it in. It only made me more reticent about the imminent deflowering that was about to take place with that large dildo bouncing ominously from her pubic mound.

My wife pushed a lubed finger into me two more times before she lubed the dildo by stroking it like she was masturbating her cock for me. She was becoming quite efficient at preparing me to be fucked. I noticed her nipples were hard and her eyes were bright with excitement. The whole scene looked terribly lewd from my perspective. She told me to raise my legs in the air and placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to my tight opening. She held the cock in one hand and started to push with her hips until the head was wedged between my asscheeks. Then, she pulled my legs against her shoulders and put her hands on my hips. The lustful smile on her face said it all. She was going to enjoy this. As she leaned her weight forward and pushed the head against my sphincter muscle, she said soothingly, "Relax baby. It's going to feel wonderful in just a minute. Imagine it's me where you are and Jason is pushing his big, fat cock into my pussy and how awesome it is going to make me feel. Beg me to fuck you. Tell me how bad you want my cock, just like I did with Jason."

Despite my growing panic from the stretching pain against my sphincter, I yelped out what she wanted to hear, "Fuck me baby! I need your big cock in me. Please, fuck me."

That made her very happy and she pushed harder as two inches of the cock popped past the tight resistance and slid further into me. I gasped and groaned with urgency but she kept telling me "Sssshhhh" as she pushed and withdrew the intruder in and out slowly until she was all the way buried in my ass. She stayed like that for a moment as she watched my face in fascination. I tried to adjust to the width of the dildo but it was still uncomfortable. My wife moved one of her arms under my leg and grabbed my nipple and twisted it cruelly. I cried out in a mixture of pain and lust and she started riding me slowly. She would repeat the nipple twisting every few thrusts until she could tell I was getting used to the dildo and was groaning with more pleasure. She moved her hand from my nipple to my now deflated cock and stroked me with her slick with lube hand. She tightened her grip to use my cock as leverage and really started fucking me. Her nipples were very hard and I could see beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She was becoming enraptured in her lust.

After a while, she told me to turn over. My head was completely fuzzy in a lust-filled fog of my own and I felt like I was in a dream as I moved to my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. My wife got on her knees behind me and without hesitation replaced the dildo in my ass. She started a good rhythm and with a breathless voice said, "This is exactly what he did to me after I had my first orgasm with my legs over his shoulders. He fucked me from behind and told me how much he loved fucking me. Then," she slapped my ass hard with one hand, "he slapped my ass and fucked me harder." She slapped my ass on the other cheek and said, "He kept doing that until I had another orgasm." She proceeded to fuck me like that – thrusting in me while slapping my ass – until I almost collapsed under her.

Afterward, while we lay holding each other in bed, my wife said soothingly, "Wanna hear a little fantasy I have?"

"Of course," I replied slee_pily.

"It's not something I'm saying I want to do. Just a fantasy is all," she reassured me. She paused before saying, "But, thinking about you eating my pussy while Jason fucks you in the ass would be one of the hottest things I can imagine. My two boys and me in the same bed having sex together. It's just a fantasy but damn that would be hot."

She moved her hand to my cock and stroked me. I had oozed cum the whole time she fucked me, but I still hadn't orgasmed yet and I knew she would be telling me to put the chastity cage back on before we went to bed for the night. My semi-hard cock responded to her hand and she smiled, "It doesn't seem like my fantasy bothers you too much. Want me to tell you more while I help you cum?"

I didn't want her to stop so I just nodded my head.


THE END?

Thank you for sharing

Please, not the end! As always I love your stories HerBoy, so I would love to hear more 😈❤️ x

Great plot and storytelling. Thanks for sharing it!

Thanks MrBigCuckold, BumNote and YouKnowWho! I've got another story swirling in my head and one I still haven't finished. I'll try to get one of them up soon.