A Wife's Hidden Desire for Her Husband and a Lover

I recently asked about being a “cuck” to a wife who takes on a lesbian lover. Part of what drove that question comes from my fantasies and part comes from a realization that my wife has made several “hints” suggesting she shares this fantasy. Here is a story, based on a fantasy my wife wrote for me last year. I have edited it slightly to build the narrative and describe events better because my wife isn’t a great storyteller (she admits this). The theme and events were all her idea though. :D:o:D:o:D:o:D I had fantasized about it for years, but never shared it until recently. When my husband asked what I wanted, I avoided hinting at my deepest desire. Perhaps I was embarrassed or too uncomfortable to let it out. That changed when I realized my power and truly took control over my sexuality. Oddly enough, fulfilling his fantasies allowed me to grow. Our sex life seemed to come and go, typical for a marriage. After 15 years together we were at a low point in our sexual relations when I came up with an idea. I offered to tie him to the bed and torture him—something he had often asked—to which he agreed readily because being tied and tormented was too good to pass up. In exchange, he would have to listen to me reading my sappy love story books. After finishing the first series of books, we sat down and discussed what other fantasies he had. This is when we seriously began discussing enforced male chastity (He bought a device in the past, but I wasn’t in a great emotional place then so it went nowhere fast). After reading about real-world (not just fantasy) male chastity, I decided to try it. What I found was that holding the key to his sexuality changed a great deal… especially for me. I gained a new level of control in our relationship. With me controlling his orgasms, I stopped feeling bad when he didn’t have sexual release. There was no more guilt or pressure to please him… it became all about him pleasing me. That is what led me to today.

It took some planning on my part. I had to make special arrangements so that every detail worked out perfectly, otherwise things could easily turn into a bad experience for my exploration. But I was certain I had planned it completely and even double-checked everything to ensure nothing was forgotten. As my husband arrived home, he was surprised to find the house empty. The kids were at a friend’s for the night, ensuring us an uninterrupted evening to enjoy what was coming. I greeted him at the doorway with a passionate kiss, hands exploring his body freely. My body was so nervous yet aroused that I tingled from head to toe. As we kissed, I led him by his tie up to our bedroom where I instructed him to undress. Seeing his beautiful nude form present itself to me, I couldn’t help but admire the only thing left on him… the shiny chastity tube holding him tightly and providing such frustration. I studied the excited look on his face, wondering how it would change through the night as my fantasy moved into reality. Directing him to a chair I had positioned alongside the bed, he happily took his place. To ensure he stayed there, I secured leather restraints to his wrist and ankles. His wrists were drawn behind him and securely locked together and to the chair. Next, his ankles were secured to the legs of the chair. It was always so easy to take away his freedom. To complete his bondage, I removed my cotton panties which I had worn most of the day. They were drenched in my essence; impregnated with sweat from a three-hour gym workout and juices that poured out as I prepared for tonight’s excitement. Wadding them up just right so the soaked portion would remain on his tongue, I shoved them into his awaiting mouth and wrapped tape around his head to ensure they stayed in place. With my husband properly restrained, I had one last task: finishing his preparations. A light blanket was placed tidily over his lap, covering his most sensitive area. I noticed a quizzical look on his face but chose to ignore it for now. Instead of answering his unspoken question, I bent close to his ear and whispered “I have some other things to tend to… don’t go anywhere,” and with that, I walked out of the room.

As I headed down the stairs, I realized this was the point of no return. I thought about how much would change for me and us tonight… feeling my body become so aroused I could hardly stop myself from sitting on the stairs rubbing to an orgasm. The doorbell refocused me on reality. My husband’s head turned toward the bedroom doorway as he heard me walking in. However, his expression showed he did not expect to see my best friend following behind me. After a brief moment of shock wore off, he began protesting her presence, shaking his head and making muffled demands. I quickly ended this by looking him straight in the eye, inches from his face, stating, “Enough! This isn’t about fulfilling your fantasies anymore; it is mine now. I have gotten what you want… I keep you well locked and aroused. Now it is my turn to get what I have always wanted.” As I moved away, I turned to my best friend. Her eyes closed as her mouth moved toward mine for our first kiss. Slowly… passionately… tenderly our tongues entwined as we embraced. With burning desire, we explored each other’s bodies. We were both new to this… but the attraction had always been there and seemed most natural now. In moments, our clothing was on the ground mixed together just like our bodies as we laid down on the bed. Before things progressed further, there was still a little more needed for my dear husband. Reluctantly breaking from my lover’s embrace, I approached the confused male form tied to the chair. “Not your fantasy, but certainly mine,” I reminded him, “but the good news is that there is something in it for you… If you watch closely—and I know you will—you can learn the secrets of how one woman pleases another.” “Watch closely at how her tongue brings me to a mind-blowing orgasm and perhaps you can learn a thing or two from it.” “Oh, and if you even try to turn away or stop looking… I will beat your balls with the spoon until you cry for me to stop… 40 slaps for every infraction should be enough incentive,” I concluded. With that, I returned to the loving embrace and shuddered as my best friend and now lover kissed at my breast then down my body until her breath was on my mound. In moments I felt her licking, sucking, and kissing me like never before. It seemed she knew exactly where and how I wanted to be touched. I could feel the impending orgasm building inside of me. It grew and grew until pressure became so great I couldn’t breathe… and then it happened. I went over the edge as my body began spasm-ing with sheer ecstasy. I let out an earth-shattering scream; I couldn’t help myself. As my eyes opened, I looked to my husband and saw him closing his eyes… perhaps from shame or embarrassment, knowing he never brought me such a powerful orgasm. “That is 40 whacks… Keep your eyes open and on us or you won’t be able to walk for a month,” I said as a reminder.

As my lover and I lay in a lustful embrace on the bed, I realized I had been selfish… after all, I was the one who got that mind-blowing orgasm. So, I began kissing her, tenderly working from her mouth to her perky breast and nipples then finally to her mound. As I kissed and licked, my body seemed

I naturally knew what to do to make her happy. We were in sync… like only two women could be. My mind raced as I felt her body tense up with a rising climax. “This feels so natural now,” I thought, and just then, her body tipped over into an amazing orgasm. What happened next caught me by surprise: she screamed out in ecstasy while her sexual fluids, pushed by the powerful contractions, squirted from her directly into my waiting mouth.

The excitement and that sense of power I felt from bringing her off so strongly gave me a fresh burst of energy. I grabbed one of my favorite toys, a vibrating rabbit, and decided to show her the pleasures I had discovered for myself.

We kept working through my collection of toys until we were too tired to move. Each of us completely drained after wave after mind-blowing climax. Meanwhile, my devoted husband watched our display of passion and sensuality.

Eventually, it was time for my best friend… er… girlfriend and me to rest enough to break apart and say goodbye. As she stood up to leave, I stopped her right in front of my husband to thank her. “This has been the most incredible night by far. Thank you! We really need to do this more often.”

“After all,” I added while gesturing toward my still-bound husband sitting there, “with orgasms like that, I don’t think I’ll ever need to unlock him again…” His eyes widened in surprise and fear.

After seeing her lover out the door, I turned back to my husband. Kneeling before him, I pulled back the blanket while explaining, “As I said, this was all about my fantasy… just because she got to see me naked doesn’t mean she could see you like that, so I had to cover things up.” I moved my hands to his balls and began gently massaging them. Then I changed my hand motions to a pulling and trapping squeeze as I reminded him of the 40 spoon slaps still waiting for him.

“Too bad for you tonight,” I said. “I got to have the best orgasms of my life while you stay locked and orgasm-free… in fact, all you get are these whacks.” With that, I delivered his punishment. He probably didn’t realize it then, but he was lucky because the night’s activities had exhausted me so much; with thoughts running through my head about never needing his penis again, I might have damaged his balls without a second thought.

As I unlocked my husband and released the tape holding my panties in his mouth, I placed a single finger across his lips and simply said, “be careful what you wish for…”

That really stirred *me* up.

What a great tale.;)

Wow! My lenses are fogged up once more!