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I woke up early the next morning, in what I normally would consider heaven. I had both arms wrapped around Gemma, one hand gently cupping her perky boob and her silky smooth legs entangled with mine. The problem was instead of my morning wood being pressed up against her ass my caged cock twitched helplessly against her bubble butt cheeks. The other problem only occurred to me once she woke. She stretched so incredibly luxuriously, like a cat in a patch of sun, and then relaxed with such a self-satisfied sigh I couldn’t help but think that it was the stretch of a woman who had been really well fucked recently. And I knew that it hadn’t been me. I watched her closely throughout the day and it was the first time in my life I understood what people meant when they said that women “glow” after they’ve had good sex. Her tanned skin was even more flawless than usual and her dark hair shone brightly. On top of that, her mood was as good as I’ve ever known it to be. She smiled quietly to herself when she thought I wasn’t looking, she seemed to bounce around the house as if the floor was a trampoline, she laughed at all of my jokes and her usually playful and cheeky nature was turned up to 11. For me this is what cuckolding was all about. Gemma is so beautiful and sexual and kind and wonderful she deserves anything she wants. If I have to make some sacrifices in pride and manhood to see her like this then it was all worth it. I’d spent a lot of Saturday thinking about the event of my cuckolding but her mood today made me *realise* I was a cuckold. There was nothing I could do or say to change that fact, I just…was a cuck now. Forever. That realisation seemed to sink right into my bones, and I entered a level of sub-space I didn’t realise existed. I found myself doing favours for her subconsciously and watching her to try and figure out what she might need next.
I even let her win our little play fights. She always fights super dirty, trying to grab my balls or put a finger in my ass. She’s so petite though that I can stop her easily and the fight usually ends with her pinned comprehensively to the bed with our tongues exploring each others mouths. But today I couldn’t bring myself dominate her quite like that. She was a goddess who had sex with other guys now, and while I’d always worshipped her, something in me had changed. Which was how I found myself with a finger from each hand held awkwardly behind my back by one of her hands while she reached her other hand into my pants. I wriggled desperately, but the moment i felt my sphincter relax and allow a joint of her pointy finger to enter me I gasped and froze. “Good gurrrrl” she purred and wiggled her finger further in. Using my hands behind my back and a finger in my ass she positioned me so that my face was pressed against her pussy. The only problem was she was wearing her comfy tracksuit pants. I tried to lick her but it was obviously weird and uncomfortable. So instead she just decided to grind on my face until she came. The whole time I was thinking about how much better the guy had it than I did. Caged and not even getting to taste her properly while he at the very least got to dance with her in that sexy outfit. And probably a lot more
Sunday dragged on and I began to wonder if I was ever going to get out of my one inch cage. Finally, as we were getting ready for bed she turned to me and asked “aren’t you gonna ask to reclaim me?”. Id been trying to make moves on her all day and not getting very far, but of course I instantly asked her if we could have sex. “Hmmmm. Ask more like a cuck.” I thought for a minute and then hesitantly asked “can I please be the second guy this weekend to fuck you? Please mistress?” She laughed – “that was pretty good! Go on then” and she laughed again as I launched myself on top of her. She unlocked me and I of course instantly got hard. I can’t even begin to describe how nice it was to get an erection. I gave her one of the most passionate and desperate kisses of my life but she responded very strangely. She opened her mouth ever so slightly but otherwise basically didn’t kiss me back. I even pushed my tongue between her teeth which normally has her moaning but her tongue didn’t even respond to mine. I pulled back and asked her if everything was alright and she just smiled and said “I won’t need much foreplay for this”. Well ok then! I somewhat frustratedly flipped her over and arranged her in my favourite position- prone bone. I sat back and admired her gorgeous, round butt cheeks and sexy back. Unfortunately at this point a rogue thought slipped into my head. I was about to enter a direct competition with this mystery stud from the club. She couldn’t help but compare her very recent lover with her under endowed husband. I suddenly grew very nervous and for the first time in my life I started to get performance anxiety. My little guy started to go soft. I tried not to think about cuckolding, I tried to check out my hot wife, I even spread her cheeks and kissed her arsehole but it didn’t work. I couldn’t get hard. Eventually I admitted the most embarrassing thing I’d ever admitted. I needed some help and some foreplay. Gemma kind of laughed and rolled over but as she spotted the problem she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. I nearly died of embarrassment. Honestly it would have been better if she’d kept laughing or teased me or something. She clearly thought that would be going too far though. She pulled me in for a cuddle instead and held me for a minute while I tried to get over my embarrassment.
“I have an idea” she said and got back into prone bone position with me lying next to her. With her hand down by her side she reached over and started stroking my soft cock. Nothing stirred but she took her time and just smiled at me reassuringly while I blushed. Eventually she looked me in the eyes and deadpan said “you know, Friday night was the best sex I’ve ever had. He was soooo big and he really knew what he was doing”. Instant hard on. Genuinely soft to fully hard in seconds. I groaned out a “really?!” But she couldn’t answer because she genuinely got a giggle fit. At first she tried to keep a straight face and cover her mouth with her hand but eventually the giggles broke through and she rolled about laughing. She eventually caught her breath enough to kind of wave me behind her and say “hurry before you lose it!” And collapsed into giggles again. Unfortunately, despite how embarrassed I was I realised I needed to take her good advice. I quickly put on a condom and straddled her from behind in prone bone. “God you’re such a cuck” she giggled as I lined myself up and of course that got me rock hard as I slid into her. And god damn did she feel amazing. It was heaven on earth. So warm and soft and wet and she was so damn fit and hot. I nearly came right there. As I held myself still so I didn’t prejac I made a promise to myself. I would show her how good I could be. First point of order? Last. So I closed my eyes and started thinking about anything and everything that wasn’t how good she felt, how hot she was and of course, the fact that I was a cuck. I slowly started rocking my hips back and forth, getting into a rhythm. To my own surprise it was all actually working. It felt good but I could tell I wasn’t close to coming. So I went a bit harder. And harder. I kept my eyes closed the whole time and my mind on things like sport and work and it actually worked! This was probably the hardest and longest I’d ever fucked her and it was after 72 hours in chastity! The hottest 72 hours of my life too. The bed was creaking the headboard was banging my hips were slamming into her ass with every stroke. Genuinely it was by far and away the best performance of my life. I was really pounding her. I’m not sure how long I was going to town on her for but eventually I decided it was safe to open my eyes so I did. And I froze instantly. There was my gorgeous sexy wife lying face down on the bed with her head turned to one side. And her face looked bored. Dead bored. She was holding her phone in one hand and it’s not like she was looking at porn or anything. That would have been fine. Great even. She was just scrolling on Instagram. As I watched she stopped at a news story and started reading through it. Despite the fact that I wasn’t even thrusting I instantly went from “I’m fine” to over the edge and past the point of no return. There was something so incredibly hot about me giving my best ever performance and she was bored out of her mind. I held on for dear life, tensing every single muscle in my body to try and stop the inevitable. She sensed that I’d stopped thrusting and glanced over her shoulder, smiled and said “oh good, you’re done!”. And I was done. The damn wall burst and I collapsed on top of her. The orgasm was so intense i couldn’t even thrust properly to finish off, it was more of a spasm. I nearly blacked out. It was by far the best and most intense orgasm I’d ever had. And the longest lasting too. I can’t describe how powerful it was. When I came to my senses and shakily pushed myself off her I noticed she was still just…scrolling away. As if nothing had happened. I was a bit dazed but after I’d dealt with the condom and cleaned myself up and I went to her and she was all over me. Kissing and cuddling and play wrestling. It was a huge relief. At one point I stopped her kissing me and asked “how did you know pretending to be bored would turn me on so much? I didn’t even know that was a thing!”
“Who said anything about pretending? If anything, I stopped pretending”
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