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Everything started in earnest when I had to go on a short work trip. Per se, nothing special, but it came at a very inopportune time. I was gone on Thursday and returned on Sunday.
But Friday was my wife's Birthday. I told her on the Monday before I had to leave. Violet had been looking forward to our date. But I had to cancel on her. Vi was understanding, but I could see the disappointment and how her face fell when I told her.
I should have gotten suspicious when her mood improved suddenly the next day. I attributed it to promising to make it up to her. I leveraged my willingness to go on a trip with my boss on short notice to get some personal time off. Vi loves hiking, so I booked a room for a getaway the week after her Birthday and told her as much.
I should have known better. Vi was happy about the getaway. But she was still pissed about me not talking to her before accepting the assignment. She was planning a delicious and wicked revenge I knew nothing of.
The week passed in a blur, and I was packing my bags for the trip before I knew it. Everything seemed fine on the surface, but Violet's eyes had a quiet intensity that I couldn't quite decipher. I kissed her goodbye, promising to call her every evening.
Vi kissed me passionately and told me we could still have fun on Friday even if I weren't there. She told me to video chat with her. I was touched by her effort to keep things interesting despite my absence. Little did I know what she had in store for me.
Thursday went by with the usual rush of meetings and presentations. By the time I got off work, I was exhausted. Vi called me, and we chatted for a while. She sounded cheerful, which eased my guilt a bit. She told me she had put a little surprise in my bag and didn't want me to open it until she told me to.
Then came Friday. I finished my work early in the afternoon and strolled around the city. The evening approached, and I found a quiet spot to call Violet. She answered almost immediately.
I wished her a happy birthday, feeling a pang of regret for not being there with her. I told her she would find her present in the garage in my toolbox. I had planned to give it to her during our dinner. But shit happens. Vi values thoughtful presents far more than expensive ones. I had enlisted her relatives to help me make a photo album of all her past birthdays. She loved it. So at least I was absolved from the sin of giving her a shitty present.
She teased me a little about the surprise she was planning for that night. I tried to get her to tell me what was in the package she put in my case or to give me some hints. Of course, I had suspicions. Both of us played with ourselves as we video-chatted. I could almost see the glint of mischief in her eyes as we talked on the phone. In the end, Vi told me nothing. But told me to be ready for a video call at around 8:30. We said our goodbyes. I went about the rest of my day.
At 8.30, after dinner and a shower, I had my laptop set up and headphones on. The screen flickered to life. I only got a glimpse of Violet's leg in purple stockings.
As I saw her purple-stockinged leg appear on the video call, my mind raced with anticipation and excitement.
"Hey babe," Violet purred, her voice sultry and teasing. "I bought something special for tonight…" She let the words hang in the air, her tone dripping with seduction. "Too bad you aren't here to see more."
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the screen, my eyes fixed on the tantalizing glimpse of her leg. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Show me more, please."
Violet giggled, clearly enjoying this. "Oh, you'll see soon enough," she teased. "But first, why don't you open that little surprise I packed for you?"
I couldn't resist her suggestion, my curiosity piqued. I reached for my bag and rummaged through it until I found a small, wrapped package. I tore it open with trembling hands.
As I tore into the package, my heart raced with anticipation. I found a cardboard box with a padlock, keys, a chastity cage, and an unsealed letter. I looked up at the camera, my eyes wide with surprise.
"What's this, babe?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
Violet's face lit up with a mischievous smile. "Well, since you couldn't be here for my birthday, I thought I'd give you a little… challenge," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "Read the letter, and you'll understand."
It read something like this:
"Hey, babe! Happy Birthday to me.
I love you and forgive you for ditching me on my Birthday. I understand why you said yes to going on this work trip, and you know I wouldn't have stopped you. But I still expect you to talk to me before you decide stuff that knocks over our plans. And now it is payback time.
I bought something special for the night of my Birthday. Just for you. If you want to see it and the show that comes along with it, you'll have to lock up your pretty cock. Put the keys in the envelope and seal it when you are done. I am going to want to see that when you come home. You'll get punished if you are a bad boy and taken out of the cage for anything less than an emergency.
Love you,
XOXO Your dirty girl
It was signed with the pet name I used for her when we roleplayed.
I read the note, my eyes widening with each word. A challenge? A chastity cage? I looked up at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Violet, what are you planning?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
She giggled. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," she teased, her voice low and seductive. "But first, you need to put it in that cage. Show me how much you love me and want to make it up to me."
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with thoughts. I had never worn a chastity cage before, and the idea both intrigued and intimidated me. We had dirty talked about it a dozen times. But we never acted on it.
But the thought of Violet, dressed up in something special, putting on a show just for me, was too tempting to resist.
"Alright, dirty girl," I said. "I'll do it. I'll wear the cage for you."
"Good boy," Violet purred, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now, why don't you show me how it's done? I want to watch you put it on."
I felt a surge of excitement rush through my body at her words. The thought of her watching me do this was nerve-wracking.
The leg disappeared from the screen. Vi's face appeared, her makeup all done up, and her reddish-brown hair in two braided tails. She was wearing a bathrobe to hide her outfit from view.
I took a deep breath and positioned the laptop so Violet could see me. I unzipped my pants and slid them down.
Violet let out a soft moan as she watched me, her eyes showing a glint of mischief; she giggled. "Looks like someone's excited," she teased.
I couldn't help but chuckle, my nerves dissipating slightly. I picked up the chastity cage, examining it closely. It was made of metal. The base ring looked like it would fit snugly, but the cage part was too large to fit snugly. I still wouldn't be able to get a full erection, though.
I took the cage in my hands. My cock was in the process of growing. I wanted nothing more than to stroke myself to full mast and relieve the pressure. But I resisted the urge. I slid the base ring over my cock, wincing slightly as it gripped me tightly. I then slid the cage over my shaft, adjusting it until it was secure. I fumbled with the padlock and sealed the keys away.
I looked up at the camera. "It's on," I said, my voice hoarse with desire. "I'm locked up for you, dirty girl."
Violet let out a low moan of approval, her eyes glinting with desire. "Mmm, look at you," she purred. "My little slave, locked up just for me. You look so sexy like that."
I felt a thrill run through me at her words, my cock twitching in its confinement. "I'm all yours, dirty girl," I said. "So, are you going to show me what you've got on under that robe?"
Violet giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh no, not so fast," she teased. "First, I want you to do something for me."
"What is it, babe?" I asked. She leaned forward. "I want you to beg," she said, her voice low and seductive.
I looked into Violet's eyes, seeing the mischief within. I knew she was serious, and I was more than willing to play along.
"Please, Violet," I whispered, my voice husky with need. "Please show me what you're wearing under that robe, dirty girl."
Violet giggled softly. "Mmm, I like it when you beg," she purred. "Good enough for now." She spoke.
She positioned her so I could see her entire body. She made a teasing show of having her hands roam over her body and only incrementally revealing what lay beneath. She was a vision in purple. She was wearing a brand-new purple lingerie set—her favorite color.
"Damn, babe," I said, my voice thick with desire. "You look stunning. Happy Birthday, dirty girl."
Violet smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Thank you, love," she said softly. "I'm glad you like it."
I watched in awe as Violet's fingers trailed over her body, teasing and tantalizing. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently and letting out soft moans of pleasure.
She then slid one hand down between her thighs, rubbing herself over her damp panties. I could see the growing wet spot, evidence of her arousal. The sight made my desire spike, and I had to bite back a groan.
"Oh, dirty girl," I whispered hoarsely. "You're driving me crazy, dirty girl. I can see how wet you are for me."
She spoke. "Too bad you aren't here, baby. I am all horny and needy. Think I should get some help to satisfy me since you ditched me."
My eyes widened at Violet's teasing words, and I felt excitement and nervousness. I had no idea what she had planned, but the thought of her getting help to satisfy herself while I was locked up and unable to join in was thrilling and frustrating.
"What do you mean, babe?" I asked breathlessly, my mind racing with possibilities. "What kind of help are you talking about?"
Violet giggled mischievously, clearly enjoying the power she had over me. She leaned back on the bed, her fingers still teasing herself through her damp panties.
"Oh, I don't know," she said coyly. "Maybe one of my toys. Maybe a vibrator or the big one you bought me? Or maybe something else entirely."
My heart raced, and I couldn't help but imagine all the possibilities.
I squirmed in my seat, my cock straining against the confines of the chastity cage. "Please, babe," I pleaded, my voice hoarse with desire and frustration. "Don't tease me like this. I want to be the one to satisfy you, to make you feel good."
Violet let out a soft, sultry laugh. "Aww, poor baby," she cooed. "Locked up and all alone while I'm here, all hot and bothered, needing release. So. What do you think? Should I get a big toy to satisfy myself? I got a brand new one to try out."
My mind raced with possibilities as Violet teased me, my heart pounding with anticipation and frustration. I wanted nothing more than to be there with her, to touch and please her in every way imaginable. But I was stuck here, locked up and helpless, forced to watch as she played with herself and hinted at even more tantalizing possibilities.
"Please, dirty girl," I begged, my voice thick with need. "Let me watch you use your new toy. I want to see you pleasure yourself, to see how beautiful you look when you come."
"Good boy!." Violet smiled and went off. My heart skipped a beat as Violet returned to the camera, this time with another man by her side. I stared at the screen in shock, my mouth agape, unable to comprehend what I saw. I was too shocked to register immediately that it was Ray, my best man.
"Violet, what the fuck?" I exclaimed, my voice rising in panic. "What is Ray doing there?" He was only wearing boxershorts and already sporting a big bulge. "Hey, brother. I am just here to give Vi her birthday present. Hope you don't mind!" He said smirking.
My heart was pounding in my chest, my mind reeling with confusion and shock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing: my best friend half-naked in front of my wife. My wife, dressed in a skimpy purple lingerie, had her body on full display.
"What the fuck is going on, Violet?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief. "Why is Ray there? What the hell are you planning to do? And don't you brother me. Get your hands off my wife."
Violet just smiled at me, her eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "Oh, baby," she purred, her voice dripping with seductive innocence. "Don't you remember? You told me to have fun on my Birthday, to do whatever I wanted. And right now, I want to have some fun with Ray." My jaw dropped, and my brain struggled to process her words. Had I said that?
"This isn't what I meant. I meant going out partying or having a spa day." I whispered hoarsely.
"Come on, babe, don't be like that," Violet cooed, her voice like silk. "You know how much I love and want to be with you. But you're not here, and I need someone to care for me. And Ray was your best man. Who better fill in for my absentee husband, who left me alone? Needy and unsatisfied on my Birthday."
I felt a pang of guilt at her words, knowing that I had abandoned her on her special day. But still, the thought of her fucking my best friend was too much. We had roleplayed involving Ray a hundred times. We also had a roleplay involving one of her female friends. But this …
I shook my head, my voice trembling with emotion. "Violet, please," I begged. "Don't do this. I love you so much and don't want to share you with anyone else. Please wait for me to come home, and I'll make it up to you. I promise." I kept tugging helplessly at my cage. My cock pulsing despite everything.
"It is not sharing if you aren't here, babe." She kissed Ray passionately. He looked like he was in heaven.
I stared at the screen in disbelief, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched Violet and Ray making out passionately. This couldn't be happening. It felt like a surreal nightmare I desperately wanted to wake up from.
"Please, Violet," I pleaded, my voice cracking with emotion. "Don't do this."
But my words fell on deaf ears as they continued their heated embrace, oblivious to my desperate pleas. I felt a sickening twist in my gut as I watched Ray's hands roaming Violet's body, exploring every curve and contour.
My mind raced, trying to comprehend how we had reached this point. We had shared fantasies about threesomes and swinging in the past but never acted on them. This was different.
Violet looked at the camera. "Don't worry, baby," she cooed, her voice dripping with honey. "I love you. But if you want to watch it, you must beg for it. Beg me to let him touch my breasts, my body."
My heart skipped a beat at her words, my cock throbbing painfully in its confines. The thought of begging her to let my best friend fuck her was both humiliating and strangely arousing.
"Ray! Stop this! Please!" I growled. My hand was still playing helplessly with my caged cock, desperate to find any way of relieving myself. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even think of the keys in the envelope.
"Relax, buddy. Dirty girl here told me all about your little fantasies. Threesomes, swinging … cuckolding." Ray looked at the screen, winking. He let the last word hang in the air. "Just relax and let it happen. I can see how much you are trying to jerk off that cage of yours."
"She told you about that," I said, flustered. Ray chuckled. "I already knew. You blurted them on New Year's Eve when we were drunk like sailors on shore leave. I don't think you remember, but we discussed intimate details of our sex lives."
"What the fuck," I muttered, my head spinning. I had told Ray about our fantasies. What else had I told him? I couldn't remember anything from that night after a certain point. I had been drunk out of my mind. My head was still spinning. Ray's revelation was not helping my pounding head.
Violet was kissing Ray's chest, her hands roaming his muscular body. His hand was between her legs, rubbing over her panties. She moaned.
"Please, Violet," I begged again, my voice hoarse. "I'm sorry I left you alone on your Birthday. Please, stop this. I can't take it anymore."
Violet looked up at the camera, her eyes filled with lust and amusement. I know what she saw. I desperately stroked my cage.
"Come on, baby," she cooed softly. "Don't you want to see me feel good? Don't you want to watch me enjoy myself on my special day?"
I stared at the screen, my heart hammering in my chest. I couldn't believe this was happening. My best friend was about to fuck my wife, and she wanted me to watch.
Violet giggled. "Stop." She said to Ray.
My eyes widened in surprise. Maybe she had changed her mind. Perhaps she was going to call this off after all.
"I want to tease him first." She smirked.
She walked over to her laptop and positioned it at an angle so I could see every inch of her sexy body. She stood in front of the camera and slowly peeled off her panties, revealing her glistening pussy.
I groaned in frustration as I watched her tease me, my cock straining against its cage. I wanted nothing more than to be in that room with her, to touch and taste her.
But instead, I was forced to watch as she spread her legs and began to play with herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt.
"Fuck, Violet," I moaned, my voice thick with desire and frustration. "You're killing me, dirty girl."
Violet smirked at me, her eyes glinting with mirth. "I know, baby," she purred. "But don't worry, I'll let you watch everything. You'll get to see me come all over Ray's big, thick cock."
She kept rubbing herself while looking at the screen, her other hand pinching and pulling. "All you need to do is to beg. Beg Ray to help you. Beg Ray to fuck me until I forgive you for ditching me on my Birthday. And most of all. Beg him to call me dirty girl."
She continued to rub her clit, her moans growing louder and more urgent. The thought of Ray calling her dirty girl felt somehow even more wrong than thinking about them fucking. It was something intimate between us. Something we only did when we roleplayed our greatest desires.
I stared at her in shock, my mouth agape. I couldn't believe she was serious. She wanted me to beg my best friend to fuck her? To call her my pet name?
"I… I can't," I whispered hoarsely, my mind reeling. "I can't do that. It's too much."
But even as I said the words, my resolve weakened. The sight of Violet's naked body, her fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy, was too much to bear. I needed to see her come, to watch her writhe in pleasure.
"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please, Ray. Help me."
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