I met my wife, Beth, one glorious summer and quickly realised that she was the girl of my dreams: beautiful, fun, intelligent and exciting to be around. She was also incredibly sexy. We had a whirlwind summer and then decided to give ourselves a chance at something serious and, despite the hard times, we both benefitted from it.
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The sex was great from the start: fucking her on the beanbag in my student flat; her dressed as a maid after a fancy dress party giving me the most incredible blowjob; a quickie whilst walking through the woods. Our early adventures were seriously hot!
As we got serious, things got hotter still. My natural submissive streak (explored in past relationships) came through and we fell into a ‘female-led’ relationship that got cemented after some big conversations. I confessed to enjoying wearing women’s underwear, chastity cages and being teased and denied. She revelled in it and we explored this gently for a long time together. I would be locked up and wearing panties on a date or a night out and she would get me worked up – take her fill of orgasms and decide if I got to cum or not at the end of it all. She found a real sadistic thrill in denying or ruining me. I confessed to enjoying a bit humiliation and she would feign boredom during sex sometimes, or tell me I was smaller than her exes, just to get my going. We had plenty of ‘vanilla’ times too and sometimes she would let me take control, fuck her brains out or give me more of those intense blowjobs. Our sex life was pretty great.
I harboured secret fantasies of taking things to the next level, making the femdom dynamic a more significant part of our life, and of watching her have sex with other people but it didn’t seem like something that would be likely to really happen – until a couple of chance encounters changed everything.
We were out drinking one night, when her phone started going crazy because one of her colleagues, Carl, started putting pornographic gifs in a group chat. He had been sleeping with a woman at work and it turns out that she had asked him to send her some examples of what he was into and it took him about twenty minutes to realise he was sending them to the wrong chat. As you can imagine, all hell broke loose, but the really fun part for us was going through the gifs and giving them a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to whether it was something we were into or not. It included things we had explored and talked about, chastity, humiliation, teasing, denial, bondage, a little pain-play. It also included some gifs of a man watching his partner have sex with someone else. Fuelled by the alcohol and how turned on we both were, I said ‘yes’.
‘You’d like to watch me have sex with someone else?’ Beth replied.
‘I would.’ I told her, ‘I think it would be sexy and fun.’
‘Maybe we can make it happen one day.’
‘For now, I get really turned on when you flirt with other guys.’
‘I know,’ she said, ‘Like when I was flirting with Carl the other week. You took me back and fucked me like crazy.’
We chatted some more about this fantasy that night and went back to hers and had some fun and passionate sex.
Carl left the job not too much longer after that, but him and Beth stayed in touch for a while. He messaged her while we were on our way home from a night out and I encouraged her to send him a flirty picture, so she sent him a cleavage shot with the key to my chastity cage visible.
He quickly replied: Is that key what I think it is?
What do you think it is?
Well, I’m guessing you saw those gifs I sent – I thought you two had an interesting dynamic.
Does that turn you on? She messaged him. We were back at my place now, sat on the bad as she messaged him. She ordered me to take my clothes off as she slipped out of her dress. ‘Kiss my back,’ she told me. I strained in my cage as she lay face down on the bed and started kissing her perfect back.
She read his reply out loud to me while I kissed and caressed her. Yeah, it really does.
How much? She messaged him, sending a cleavage shot in her bra, key still hanging between her breasts.
Do you want to see how much?
Go on then.
She gasped at his reply. ‘Look at this,’ she told me. I looked over her shoulder at the picture she’d received. It seemed that despite his submissive tendencies, Carl had a decent cock, easily an inch larger than mine.
‘Take my bra off,’ she ordered. I complied and unhooked her bra from behind, she rolled over and slipped out of it, handing her phone to me.
‘Take a nice titty pic,’ she said, ‘I’m going to send it to him.’
I strained in my cage and followed her instructions, snapping as best as I could, even though my hands were shaking slightly.
I handed back the phone, she turned back over, gave me my next orders and sent the picture with some text:
I made him take this picture for you. He really wants to fuck me tonight, but I’m not sure if I should let him. Right now, he’s licking my ass.
I did as she told me and buried my face between her cheeks and licked eagerly. I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and caressed gently. She didn’t read his next reply to me, but took a picture of her bare back and my face buried in her ass and sent that to him next. She rolled over and guided me between her legs, where I eagerly began licking, straining in my cage and listening to her moans and wondering what she was texting.
‘I want to fuck you,’ gasping for breath after giving her a shaking orgasm with my now aching tongue. ‘Please unlock me.’
‘I don’t want your cock tonight,’ she said. ‘I want someone else’s.’
‘Carl’s?’ I asked.
‘Mmm,’ she smiled. ‘It is impressive. Shall I ask him to come over and fuck me?’
I nodded.
‘Say it,’ she said, ‘Say it and then lick me.’
‘Please ask Carl to come over and fuck you while I watch,’ I said and then buried my face back in her dripping wet pussy. She gasped and started typing out another message.
Several minutes passed with a clear back and forth while I continued licking despite an aching jaw, and my cock straining and dripping in my metal cage.
‘Oh, damn it,’ she said, tossing her phone gently onto the bed. ‘He can’t come over; he’s out of town and doesn’t know when he’ll be back.’ She sighed. ‘I guess you will have to do.’
She gestured me to come towards her, taking the key from around her neck and handing it to me. ‘Unlock yourself and fuck me.’
A little story from the earliest days of our exploration, more to come.
I unlocked myself and gently pulled the pieces away from my straining manhood. I grew to attention instantly and gasped slightly at my new found freedom.
I climbed on top of her, she turned her face away and gave a bored sigh – a playful grin on her face, part of a game we had played a few times. I slipped inside of her and her wetness was slick and pleasing, instantly making me moan with delight. I started fucking her slowly, gently, while she gave another sigh of fake boredom. ‘Come on then.’ She encouraged.
I fucked her as hard as I could but was on edge pretty quickly, so slowed down again. She smiled up at me, checking in briefly before resuming the game. I gave her as good as I could and watched as she suppressed a moan.
It wasn’t long before I was on edge again, she looked up at me with a wicked grin.
‘Five,’ she said.
So I started pumping harder, feeling another edge coming towards me.
‘Four,’ she moaned, enjoying the faster pace.
‘Three. Two.’
And just as I was about to cum, she pushed me forcefully away and instead of bursting forth with a jolt of ecstasy I felt my orgasm ruined, the cum dribbling gently out of me and onto her stomach. I gasped in frustration while she laughed.
I looked down at the drops of cum spread across the lower part of her belly, then looked up at the saucy smile on her face.
‘You’d better clean that up,’ she said, placing a hand on my shoulder and gently pushing me down.
I licked up the pools of cum from her, the sickly sweet and salty taste sticking to my throat, while she chuckled.
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