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Role Playing: Part V (the final chapter)

Part 1

https://emotionally-cuckolded.tumblr.com/post/677195092457635840/roles-part-1

Part 2

https://emotionally-cuckolded.tumblr.com/post/677197795652993024/roles-part-ii

Part 3

https://emotionally-cuckolded.tumblr.com/post/677287941707644928/role-play-part-iii

Part IV

https://emotionally-cuckolded.tumblr.com/post/677404741351915520/role-playing-part-iv

Role Playing [Part V – the final chapter]

As more and more days passed since Steve and Kate and Brad had begun their role playing game, the roles they were no win seemed to be becoming more and more real even to Steve, to the degree that he now often forget that – legally at least – HE was the one married to Kate. It had now been a couple of weeks since Steve had seen Kate and Brad, and his old life as her husband seemed almost foreign to him. He had run into some old friends a few times, in stores or on the street, but they had obviously felt uncomfortable talking with him, which made his previous life seem even more distant and different from the role he was “playing” now.

After missing two Friday evening get togethers, Steve was expecting to visit Kate and Brad this coming Friday, and was desperately hoping that when he did, they could all agree that the game had gone on long enough. Steve was certainly willing to say that he was fine with whatever had taken place between Kate and Brad during the game – having sex together, sharing the bedroom, socializing as a couple – but he was ready to go back to how things were before the game began. But then, early that week, Steve got an email from Kate telling him that Friday was off for them because they were taking a five-day long weekend together in Vegas. Going to Vegas for long weekend “flings” had been one of Kate and Steven’s special treats with each other, so it pained Steve to think that even that was now something where he was being replaced by Brad. But the, FINALLY, the following week, Kate sent Steve and email inviting him to visit on Friday. She even said in the email that she and Brad would have something special to say on Friday – which, to Steve, obviously meant that they were ready to end the role playing and everything would then get back to “normal”.

When Steve arrived and what had been his and Kate’s house – but which now had basically become Kate and Brad’s house – he was surprised to see a lot of cars already there. When he went inside, the place was full with all the people who had been Steve and Kate’s friends – but who had, for the past month, been friends with Kate and Brad – along with Kate’s parents and Brad’s sisters and parents. Everyone got a little quiet when they saw the Steve had arrived, and mostly just whispered after that, without anyone seeming to want to talk with Steve, who stood awkwardly and anxiously by himself. He was grateful, therefore, when just a few minutes after he arrived, Kate and Brad called everyone into the living and asked them to stand around them in circle. Then, with Kate and Brad holding hands and looking into each others’ eyes with looks of intense love, Kate told the assembled that while they were in Vegas she had gotten a divorce, and then – almost before Steve had really processed the meaning of what she had said – Brad got down on one knee in front of Kate, took out a ring, and took her hand and put the ring on her finger and asked her to marry him. Kate immediately said yes …yes …YES – and everyone there (except for Steve) broke out in spontaneous applause.

As people gathered round to congratulate the happy couple, Brad then said that there was MORE. After giving Kate a huge hug and long loving kiss, he again got on one knee in front of her and gave her a kiss on the belly, and Kate said – “AND I’m pregnant”. Once again, everyone there (except for Steve) cheered and applauded, and Steve noticed that Kate’s mom and Brad’s mom were standing together and both had tears of happiness in their eyes.

Steve now realized that his continued presence there would not be appreciated, so he quietly started to leave. But Kate noticed him, and called out to him to stop – saying that there was something she wanted to say to him. What flashed through Steve’s mind at that point was that she was going to say something kind to him – perhaps an apology. He was wrong. “Steve” she said when she reached him. “I just want you to know that I have always loved Brad, even from before when you and I got married. For me, he always has been "the one”.“ That news didn’t exactly make Steve feel better, and in fact, a tear or two started to go down his face as he turned away from Kate and started to leave again. "Wait, Steve” Kate then said. “Before you go – one more thing. Brad is selling his house, so we need you to move out by tomorrow." Now Steve felt completely overwhelmed and he started to really cry. "B..but Kate. Where can I go? Can I come back here – to, uh, to our house. Since, well, since it really is half mine, isn’t it?”. Kate’s answer was basically the final blow. “No, Steve, it’s not. During the past few weeks I’ve been putting everything in my name and in Brad’s name, and according to the divorce decree, you get nothing. Good bye." And with that, Steve left, never to see Kate again.

The End

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2 months ago

My Own Chastity Story

I’ve mentioned that a few years ago my wife and I tried some chastity play for a while. It started off as “just for a couple of weeks,” and when a couple of weeks went by, we (and yes, it was a “we” decision, we’re not into any serious D/s) thought we’d go for a month. The month turned into two, then three and then six, and it ended up being almost 8 ½ months of 24/7 wear in my CB3000. Although I was unlocked for sex periodically, I was not allowed to have an orgasm during that entire time. Since it was mostly her idea in the first place – we had been looking for a kink to experiment with and that seemed to grab her fancy – I went along with any decision she made about it, just so she could get comfortable with the idea.

At first, she unlocked me a couple of times a week to have sex, and then I would clean up and we would replace the cage. After a month or so, we invested in a good strap-on harness and a good silicone dildo, and my unlockings became less frequent, several times it being four, five, or six weeks running. She prefers penetration over oral, so the harness really worked well for her. When the time came for our agreement to end, we were in the middle of some marital differences, so we put away the toys for a bit. We thought about playing once in a while, but frankly, after 8 months, going for a couple of weeks just didn’t seem quite as exciting, so we didn’t bother with it for a while.

Anyway, about seven or eight months after we had ended the last session, my wife left for a trip to visit some family for a week. I stayed home because of work (and because I enjoy my alone time anyway). So after spending the first day masturbating a few times out of boredom, I dug out the CB3k, cleaned it off and locked it on myself. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for me to get used to it again, so I left it on for the rest of the week. When it came time to head to the airport to pick her up, I was going to remove it, but at the last minute decided to leave it on. I got the bags, we had dinner, and she didn’t discover it until we got home. She felt it against her leg, but didn’t say anything until later on when we went to bed. She then asked why I had put it on and how long I’d worn it (just for the hell of it, and all week). We talked and then made out for a few minutes, and that’s when I discovered something: she was wet. No, I don’t mean the moistness that women get when they’re aroused; I mean literally dripping down her legs with excitement.

I made love to her with my fingers and my mouth for a while, maybe 20 or 30 minutes, and then she asked me to put on the harness. I entered her, slowly at first, resting my weight on her and remembering how to angle myself for her pleasure. By this time I was rock-hard inside my cage, my balls were tight against the ring, everything straining to be free. I found my rhythm, and brought her to a tremendous climax literally within a minute. I slowed to give her time to breathe, and she indicated that I should keep going. As I continued my slow, deep thrusts, she began talking to me – something she rarely does during lovemaking – asking me how it felt to be locked up again, telling me that she missed me inside the device, and telling me how hot it made her to feel the dildo deep inside her with my hard cock inside the cage bumping into her ass. In no time at all she was coming again. And again. And again. It seemed that each time was more powerful than the last. Finally, I whispered in her ear that I didn’t want her to allow me to come that night, that I would stay locked up because it was obviously making her so hot, and she came so suddenly and so hard that she gave herself a headache. We relaxed for a few minutes and then went to sleep. Well, at least she did – I was awake for a while longer, trying to calm down.

We had things to do during the week, so we didn’t even get a chance to talk, let alone have a repeat of that first night. But finally the weekend came, and Friday night found us freshly showered and in bed, our bodies hot against each other. I reminded her that I hadn’t come in over two weeks, and in response, she placed my hand on her mound so I could again feel how wet she had become just thinking about my frustration that week. No oral tonight, she asked me to put the harness on right away, and we spent the next hour in some more serious lovemaking. Again, I noted how turned on she seemed to be, and she kept repeating that she was getting off more and more on the idea of having me locked up. And that’s when it started to come out; she whispered that she wanted to keep me locked up even longer than the last time, to not even let me out for a moment. Each time she mentioned it brought her to another climax, and by the end of the evening she was as worn out as I’d ever seen her. She went right to sleep from sheer exhaustion, while I lay awake for a while, not just from my own frustrated arousal, but also from this new development on her part. Was she really serious?

A few days later I began to get an idea of just how serious she was. We went to bed early one night, and began kissing and fondling each other, and she said that because she was tired, she only wanted me to take her with the dildo for five or ten minutes. So during our lovemaking, I asked her how serious she was about not letting me out and about going for longer than last time. Nine months? Ten? Perhaps a year? She started to respond that the idea of my agreeing to go for a year was so hot… and she climaxed right in the middle of her sentence! Oh yes, she was serious; she’d love to see me frustrated, to know that I’d be aroused and excited all the time just for her. Our “five or ten minutes” soon turned into 45, and again she fell asleep out of exhaustion. Needless to say, I was awake – again – for quite some time.

Fortunately, we managed to make time for each other a couple of days later, and I tried to keep our lovemaking slow and paced. I asked her how serious she was, and each time she kept responding that she wanted me to stay locked up for a long time. Then she asked the tough question: Did I want to know how long? I thought about it, and told her no, I didn’t want to know – I was willing to leave it completely at her discretion. Oh, how that sent her into a series of short, fast orgasms; and when she was done, she asked me to tell her again, to beg her to keep me locked up. Each time I told her that I didn’t want to come sent waves of pleasure through her like I’d never seen. She even suggested that we make a replica of my own cock, so that she’d never have a reason to allow me to be out, and I told her that we could check blowfish.com for something, since they had several that were very natural looking. She wondered how I’d feel about being “replaced”, and of course, I told her that as long as I was keeping her satisfied, it was good enough for me. Ah yes, that was the right answer, and she soon finished, exhausted and happy.

Needless to say, by the end of the week we had checked the Blowfish site and had decided on the Bent Realistic (medium) because it seemed to be the closest thing to my own natural shape and size. I spent the money for the expedited shipping, and soon found just how closely it resembled me – close enough to make her very excited and me very nervous. We couldn’t wait to try it out, though, and soon I was half proud and half jealous of this new addition. The large head stimulated her better than the dildo we had been using, and best – or maybe worst – of all, she kept saying how much it felt just like my own cock. I found that I could position it just a little lower on my hips, and before long my wife was whispering in my ear thoughts and fantasies of keeping me locked in the device for longer and longer periods, of not ever allowing me to come, of forever feeling my cage pressed against her ass while I filled her with my new silicone “friend”. And each time she whispered a new fantasy brought her another wave of pleasure, another climax, and another satisfied sigh.

We finished with her asking me to lay on my back so she could ride me. This is my favorite position because I enjoy watching her. As she pressed herself onto me, I felt the stirrings of a “release”, what I call it when my body is about to release its semen without an orgasm. I told her what was happening, and she paused and asked me to stop. It was very difficult because I’d gotten so completely turned on from pleasuring her, but I managed to hold on. When I was back in control, she told me that she didn’t even want me to release unless she gave me permission, perhaps once a month or so. She continued to move her hips on me, slowly, just enough to keep herself aroused, but not quite enough to come. She told me that she found herself even more excited this time around than the previous session, and while she couldn’t explain what the attraction was to her, it became obvious that she had developed a serious kink, perhaps even a fetish for this. As she worked herself into the last climax of the night, she confessed that the hottest thing in the world at the moment was knowing that I was caged, frustrated, and aroused just for her. She said that she was serious about not allowing me to come, and in fact, about not even allowing me out of the cage for at least six months and probably for a year, to a year and a half – right up until the summer. Could I handle it?

I don’t know.

Could I?

Could you?