It Started With Chastity pt 8.

You looked up as you heard the front door. You were hoovering the rug in the front room, in your household uniform of panties and house keeping apron. This had been a recent edition, your wife had insisted upon, it was a tiny, black and white frilly trim, not unlike a French maid's pinny. You looked up from your housekeeping to see your wife standing in the doorway wearing just a sports bra and skin tight gym leggings. She had a mischievous grin on her face, her gym bag by her feet where she dropped it.

"Wh-where have you been?" You asked, trying not to sound judgemental.

"The gym." She grinned, nibbling her bottom lip.

"Again?" you asked "But that's the sixth time this week! Are you sure you're not overdoing it?"

"Nope. Barry has written me a really good program. He's helping me build a bigger booty and leaner torso!" She walked towards you slowly, "Barry's a great training partner." She beamed.

"Barry? So you go to the gym with him now too?" You felt hurt, but didn't want to show it, not wanting to piss her off and receive another spanking.

"Couples that train together stay together." She grinned.

Couples? It had been six months since your unexpected introduction to Barry, her hunky black boyfriend... boyfriend... the word sent a chill down your spine. But that's what she always called him, ever since that first date. Not content with seeing him every day at work, and all her co-workers now knew they were a couple - much to your indignation, and seeing him most nights, she was now training with him at the gym?

She cupped your face, "training, lifting weights, getting all sweaty always makes me horny, especially when I'm with him." She lowered her voice to a whisper, "I just blew him in the car."

She clamped her lips around yours, her tongue slid into your mouth and tangled with yours. Despite everything, you still loved your wife with all your heart and, physical contact with her was few and far between these days. The salty taste on her lips, on her tongue, on her breath confirmed that she wasn't lying.

She pulled away and smiled at you, "I love you honey."

Her hand slid down to the front of your apron, she cupped the small metal cage. This was the second cage. About three months ago, the last time she had released you for inspection, she had replaced it with a smaller one. Just because she enjoyed humiliating you.

"Mmmm..." she groaned, "I love your tiny caged cocklet honey!"

Her words stung, but you said nothing. Her hand cupped and gently squeezed your balls.

"Aw... is my girl feeling full?" She mocked. "I guess we had better do something about that then."

You knew what this meant. The only way she allowed you to ejaculate now, was by fucking your arse with her strap-on. It was degrading being fucked, even more degrading that when you came your orgasm never reached it's full peak because of the cage, leaving you constantly on edge, even after having your balls drained. But, seeing as anal sex was your only pleasure now, apart from orally pleasuring her, you had come to accept it as normal. Your anus was now your primary sexual organ, and getting fucked by your wife the newly conditioned normal.

"Go get my cock." She whispered seductively in your ear.

Your wife stood in the front room, naked now, but for the harness that held the 9inch black dildo between her legs. She looked down at you as you removed your panties and knelt in the receiving position, over the arm of the sofa.

"Not yet." She said, "Sit on the sofa dear."

You frowned, wondering what this was about. She sat next to you and unlocked your cage. wow! You thought is she really going to let me cum? She giggled as she saw the look of expectation on your face. She spat on her palm and began to rub your cock and balls.

"Heheheh..." she giggled, "It's so small!"

Despite her taunt your dick got hard, very quickly. Three months of denial will do that.

"Oh honey!" She giggled again, "Your hard cocklet is half the size Barry's is soft!"

She leaned in and hovered her lips over yours, pulling away each time you tried to meet her lips with yours. She picked up the pace and within a few seconds you were bursting a huge load. What you didn't notice at first was that she had caught some in her hand, but was now letting your semen ooze all over the dildo.

Your eyes closed as the relief washed over you, your wife slid two fingers into your mouth, feeding you your own cum.

Standing up, spreading the cum over her cock your wife snapped her fingers, "Now lock it away!" She snapped.

You always had a very quick comedown after orgasm with a long refractory period, meaning that you took ages to get horny again after ejaculation. You followed your wife's instructions and locked your sticky cock back in its cage.

"Assume the position." She snapped, her demeanour no longer playful, or seductive.

You bent over the arm of the sofa and heard her walk behind you. "I have lubed up my cock with your own cum, let's see how you like having your pussy fucked and filled with semen!"

You wanted to protest, but you knew there was no point, your wife was very much in charge.

What followed was the most humiliating, frustrating and unsatisfying fucking of your new life. For over an hour your horny wife rammed and slammed your arse. The buckle on her harness stimulated her clitoris and she came hard, three times. She always came while fucking you, but she seemed to cum harder than usual this time. She revelled in fucking you. Especially as you, in your post orgasm depression, got no pleasure from it this time.

Eventually she pulled out and slumped down into a sitting position on the floor behind you. "Wow, that's really hard work! I have no idea how Barry keeps going for hour after hour! How was it for you dear?"

You rubbed your glowing red arse, decorated with her palm prints and looked back down at her, "I- I didn't enjoy that, it was very unsatisfying, being fucked and not cumming. IT was painful too!"

"Good!" She said as she rose to her feet. "Now you know what sex was like for me, for all those years before I locked you in chastity. I don't know why every wife doesn't lock up and fuck her husband. This is the best thing that ever happened to our relationship." She slapped you one more time on your tender buttock, "now clean this place up, it looks like a mess!"

TBC

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