Finding My Inner Cuck
My wife wears the pants. That’s the way that it’s always been and I like it. I enjoy catering to her needs and making sure that she’s always happy. That doesn’t mean I was overly excited when she mentioned bringing another man into the bedroom, though.
In fact, I was extremely apprehensive about it. The thought of being forced to watch her filled me with anxiety, but she was all for it. It turned out that there was already a man in her office that she had in mind. Still, though, it probably never would have happened if she didn’t make the decision that she did.
I forget what was going on that day but she told me she had a present for me. She disappeared into the bedroom and came back with a chastity cage in her hand and a big smile on her face. I was already used to my orgasms being in her hands, but this was a step I had never even considered.
She very calmly and very matter of factly told me that I was no longer good enough for her. She was bored with my small dick and hadn’t had an orgasm during sex in a year. I felt terrible, but as usual, she had a solution.
She told me that since she wasn’t cumming, then I shouldn’t be allowed to, either. I was to be locked up in that cage until I got comfortable with the idea of her fucking a real man for once. I didn’t have a chance to say no.
I was in that thing for two weeks before I just couldn’t take it anymore. I told her that I was completely okay with her fucking her coworker and that I would do anything to help her make it happen. She definitely took advantage of that.
She had her bull over the very next night. I prepared the room for them and turned down the sheets. I sat there and watched my wife fuck a giant man with a giant cock for two hours straight.
I had never heard her make the noises of pleasure that she made that night. I was able to pinpoint every single orgasm that she had while she rode him and there were a lot. I was so turned on that I was dripping pre-cum be the end of it. Now I’m a full-fledged cuck in a cage.