If you haven’t read my last two posts, you should go back to understand the week I’ve had.
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I got to see my wife’s pussy for the first time in over a year last night. She’s kept me locked and pussy free all this time. She finally decided to reveal herself to me again, flaunting a shaved, sopping, slightly agape, and dripping pussy.
She was dripping with another man’s cum, and it was the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen.
I was a total mess around the house leading up to the weekend. I knew she was planning to cuck me soon and it was all I could think about. I was straining in my cage all week and even had to change after dripping through my pants while writing my first post and update. I hadn’t cum since had me begging to be cucked but I was leaking from my cage enough to stain my pants.
Sometime after our run to the store my wife caught me staring at blank TV screen in bed. “I know you’re ready for this,” she said breaking me out of my distant thoughts. “And I have a feeling that you’re going to enjoy it the most of anyone.” The smirk on her face owned me.
“What’s going to happen this weekend exactly? What do you have planned?”
“I’m going on a date Friday. And you’re going to stay right here.” She sat at the foot of the bed as she said this. Patting the mattress and bringing her feet into my lap. She was still wearing the same thick socks I had seen her in all week. I knew they were the same pair because of how dirty they looked. “You’ll be here. And I’ll be back sometime later. I’m not sure what time. You’ll wait for me, though, because if you’re a good foot boy you’ll be rewarded.” She snapped the elastic and of her left sock with a finger as if to emphasize the possibility of reward.
I opened my mouth to protest. Not because I didn’t want her to go on the date Friday. At this point I don’t think I wanted anything more. But I just felt like I was suppose to protest. Make one last stand for my last sliver of sexual manhood. But she as soon as she saw my mouth open she placed a socked foot inside of it. At that moment my cock swelled further against its cage and any thought of protest was replaced with a combined yearning to both cum and to please.
“We already talked about it earlier so I don’t want to hear any complaints,” she said as she thrusted her dirty socked foot just enough to make me gag. “Like I said, if you’re good you’ll be rewarded. You have no idea how much I have in store for you. But until then, it’s about me! That means no feet, no cumming in your cage, and no moping around the house.”
She was practically fucking my face with her socked foot in rhythm with how she talked. With my eyes I told her exactly what she wanted to hear.
I was going to go along with whatever she wanted. And I was already looking forward to my reward. Whatever it was.
She pulled her feet away and returned them to the floor. A girlish smile came across her face that I hadn’t seen since we started dating years ago. She did need this.
She got up gleefully. “I can’t wait for Friday,” she said looking me the eye. “I can’t wait to finally get fucked.”
She left me alone in the bedroom with that statement. Alone with a straining caged cock thinking about how I could help make sure she’d deem me worthy of reward come Friday. Thinking of there was anything I could do to help my wife get ready for her date. She couldn’t wait to get fucked after all this time, and she deserves it.
Anticipation hung between us for the rest of the week. It was only a couple of days, but they were long. I focused on my work and putting extra effort around the house. Household chores are always my responsibility but I made sure to do things I don’t do every week like deep cleaning the bathroom and cleaning out some accumulated junk from the drawers. I was mostly just focused on making sure my wife had a good week and nothing to stress about going into her date Friday.
It was really hard for me not to cum in my cage at all leading up to Friday. Cumming caged is the most frequent way I get to cum, but my wife told me not to this week so I was going to obey. She kept those socks on too. I thought I could make out the ring where my slobber dried half way up the arch of the socked foot she fucked my face with. Thursday was mostly calm though. My cage was still tighter than usual, but anxiousness has subsided.
I woke up Friday morning to my wife already in the shower. We both work from home Fridays and she typically showers at night, but I didn’t think much of it. Once she was out and dressed I went into use the bathroom and noticed the mound of hair caught in the shower drain. It’s been 15 months since I’ve seen my wife’s pussy and the image of it bare and glistening was shot into my head at the sight of that pile of wet pubic hair.
I cleaned out the drain and turned on the cold water. I stepped into the shower with a long strand of precum dripping from my cage down between my legs. I needed the cold water to shrink myself enough in my cage so I could properly complete my cleaning routine. As I shrunk under the cold water everything felt normal for a moment. I finished getting ready for the day. The day my wife and partner of the last 8 years was going on a date to get fucked. Fucked by someone that’s almost certainly never been locked, never been pussy free, probably never even worshiped feet. But that was what she needed, someone different.
The work day melted by and before I knew it I heard my wife’s heels clicking down from her office to mine. She opened my door and me eyes were instantly to her feet.
She was wearing high heeled leather ankle high boots. I could just barely see the top of the socks she’d had on all week poking out the top supporting the anklet holding my key. I slowly brought my gaze upward admiring every part of her along the way. She didn’t usually dress so provocative. She looked ready and excited for her date.
“I’m leaving in about 30 minutes.”
I just swallowed and nodded.
“I want you in nothing but your cage waiting for me on top of the covers when I get back.”
I just nodded again. As I did we both looked down at the bulge of my cage as it stitched under my pants. I felt as if I was about to step on the world wildest rollercoaster that I had been waiting in line for 8 years.
She left the room without saying anything else and I just sat there listening to the sounds of her continuing to get ready.
I met her at the door on the way out to tell her I love her and to be safe. She gave me a peck on the cheek and told me it was going to be a wonderful night.
“Go upstairs and wait for me. Keep your phone on you too.” With that she stepped out the door and into a whole new world for us.
I wasn’t sure when she’d be back so I spent almost the whole time naked but for my cage on top of the covers of our bed. At this point I wasn’t thinking about her having sex. I was thinking about the date. Her outfit, making small talk, having dinner and some drinks. I wasn’t sure what the date was but a whirlwind of possibilities tossed through my mind.
The straining in my cage was bad enough for me to make myself an ice pack at one point. My biggest concern was cumming in the cage before she got back. While iced I was able to browse Reddit and talk through some of my feelings with some folks that dmed me after my first posts without bringing myself over the edge. I thought over what go us here. My obsession with her feet, me PE, chastity, being denied the sight of her pussy and body.
But there I waited. One hand on my phone. The other alternating between unconsciously fiddling with my cage and bringing ice to it when I got too close. I couldn’t help but stroke my cage to images of cuck porn as the hours ticked by.
At around 10pm, over several hours since she’d left I got a text from her. It was a photo of her socked foot with her toes digging into a mattress. The socked foot led to a naked ankle that went out of frame. It was dark and I could see much else but it was enough to have a strong idea what position she was in. She was bent over on all fours. I assumed wearing nothing but those socks she’d had all week.
This wasn’t just a plan anymore. This was happening in that moment. I pushed the ice against my cage, desperate not to cum. My premature problem, the problem that got me caged and into this situation, threatened to spoil the night and I suppressed it with all I had. She told me not to cum in my cage, so I wouldn’t. Without her feet, without her body, without her touch, and with barely any acknowledgment she had put me right up against the edge. I am a desperate pathetic cuck to be so close to cumming in that moment.
But I held it in and I continued to wait. Another couple of hours passed, during which I checked my phone compulsively, pulling up that image of a single dirty-socked-foot of my bent over wife each time I did. Just after midnight she texted me again. “On my way home. Be ready.”
It was nearly 1 in the morning when I heard her come in the front door. She didn’t say anything and I didn’t dare move from my vulnerable position, naked on top of the covers with cage reaching for the ceiling. I heard her shuffle about downstairs, make her way upstairs, and it sounded like she was changing in our bathroom, but I had no idea into what. My mouth dried out as I anxiously waited for her.
When she came into the bedroom I was entirely awestruck.
She was totally naked apart from the pair of dirty socks on her feet. My wife who changed in private, locked the door when she showered, and made sure I didn’t get a glimpse of her body for the last 16 months stood before me completely naked. Her breasts and pussy displayed be for me. My first instinct was to look away as if I’d stared into the sun too long, but she stepped towards me. “No, tonight I want you to see me,” she said.
I took it all in and settled my gaze in on her pussy. I could see plain as day just how hard she had been fucked. I felt guilty for how long her poor pussy had been neglected by me. Neglected by men. Her lips were swollen and wet, slightly parted as if to invite me in. I saw that there was not only cum dripping out of her but entirely covering the outside of her pussy too. I noticed a think string of cum dangling down, connecting one of her lips to the inside of her thigh. It reminded me of the precum that dripped from me that morning as I got into the shower.
After all this time being pussy free she had broken it by revealing a pussy that didn’t belong to me. Between the time I saw it last and now it had been taken by someone else. Taken by a stranger much more capable than myself. By the sight of it, I was reminded just how far from being able to please it I really was.
“Don’t say a word,” she said. “You’re going to clean me up now. I know you’ve missed my pussy and I think you deserve a taste.” She met me at the head of the bed, turned around and straddled my chest while facing my cage. I felt a sticky dampness fall onto my chest as cum and her own wetness dripped out of her. “Control yourself, okay? I want us both to savor this,” she instructed.
She backed up onto my face pressing herself into me hard. I dove in. Her folds spread across my face applying brush strokes of cum and wetness to my chin, nose and cheeks. As I lapped at her, almost immediately forgetting her instructions, she squeezed the sides of my head with her socked feet, engulfing me into her. “I told you to control yourself.” She said as she lightly slapped at my cage. “But I guess cucks like you aren’t capable of that are you. Not capable of much of anything anymore are you?”
She was right. I felt as though I was being drowned after days without water. I had no control. Only desperation and an overpowering need to taste her. Of course it wasn’t just her that I tasted. I knew the taste of cum from her feeding me my own, but this was different. Stronger and thicker. She moaned as I began to find a pace with my tongue that she enjoyed. I was unpracticed and not very good at eating her pussy, but the longer it went on the more I was able to respond to the feedback her body gave me.
She left my caged cock mostly ignored. Shed slap at from time to time but wasn’t interested in my pleasure. I appreciate this actually because I wasn’t ready to cum, and I’m sure just a stroke of my cage would have been enough.
“I came so hard on his cock tonight. So many times. Are you going to be able to get me to cum on your face just once?”
Some more time went by with her riding my face and talking at me.
“You’re pathetic,” she moaned. You’ve always have been a cuck haven’t you? Such a disgusting foot boy. A pervert degenerate. You must be so grateful to me.”
She was right. I’d never felt in more of a place of belonging. Caged and throbbing under my wife’s ass and cum drenched pussy I felt at home. At peace. I didn’t want it to ever end.
I continued lapping at her until I finally felt something stir inside her. She squirmed and flexed and pulled herself tighter onto my face, depressing my entire head into the mattress.
She was cumming. The first time I’d had access to her pussy in over a year and I was making her cum. For the moment I had never felt so proud.
As she finished, she pulled herself off of me. Strings of my slobber and her cum kept us connected for a brief moment. Once far enough away the connection broke and I felt those sticky strings silently slap against my face. I felt confident that the cum the stranger had left inside my wife was now inside of me as I had consumed it all. I cleaned her up and in turn she made a mess of my face and I made a mess of my cage with precum.
She changed positions, flipping her socked feet up by my face and positioning herself next to my caged and impossibly swollen cock. I looked down and couldn’t believe how ridiculous my caged cock appeared as it kept my erection contained only by technicality.
“Locked foot cucks like you don’t need to be let out do they?”
She peeled a single sock off and the sent of her permeated through me. She stretched the dirty sock over my cage and peeled off the other. She leaned forward using the second sock to sop up the mess from my face. She then abruptly stuffed it into my mouth.
She wiggled her perfect stinking toes in my face. “You’ve been such a good boy for me this week.”
She grabbed ahold of my sock covered and caged erection and squeezed. “You can cum for me now, cuck.”
I hadn’t realized that all I needed in that moment was permission. She barely gave me a stroke over that sock and it was enough for me to unload a week’s worth of gooning mess into it. I bit down and sucked on the sock in my mouth as I did tasting her flavor from the week.
It was the longest and most satisfying caged orgasm I’d ever had, and the first time in years I actually made my wife cum before I did.
She removed the sock from my cage and the other from my mouth. “I wore these all week for you. Now you’re going to wear them all week for me.” She swapped the socks placing the drool covered one back around my cage and the cum soaked one into my mouth. “You’re going to keep that cage covered for me, okay? And once you’ve sucked that other one clean you can set it aside. It can be your souvenir to remember the first time you had a satisfied wife.”
She left me to take a shower and get ready for bed. I felt to spent to move, washed over with a sense of accomplishment. I finally did it. I finally satisfied my wife. Or at least I helped.
So I think I’m still pussy free because I can’t imagine my wife letting me fuck her and even if she did I know I wouldn’t last, but I’m so happy that I got to see and taste her again.
I’ve been tight and leaky all morning, already anticipating a next time. I don’t know who she’s seeing or when she’ll want to get fucked again. Now that we both know that I can please her by cleaning up her pussy after she gets filled by someone else, I’m hoping she might let me watch at some point. Is that asking too much?
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