The Year Is 2026…

Loving Wives #29-24

Doubly screwed…

Hmm, I have to admit, sis. I do feel a little sorry for him. I mean he always had a thing for tight shiny clothes. Now that the two of us are teasing him endlessly in these shiny pants, he must be dying a little inside now. Especially now that his penis is locked in that chastity cage. He looks really defeated and remorseful.

Yeah, he knows how to work his puppy-dog eyes. But, that won't save him this time. He will remain chaste and locked until I can be reasonably sure that he can be trusted not to play with his penis every chance he gets. I found hundreds and hundredths of pictures on his computer. One more kinky than the next. Not only that. I caught him jerking off to them! I had no choice but to put a stop to his chronic masturbation habit. Once he will no longer get an erection in his chastity cage just from seeing a lady in shiny clothes. Maybe then I'll consider unlocking him. But, until then he has to stay securely locked in the chastity cage.

You are probably right, sis. Maybe you could lock him in a spiked chastity cage. That should help with the unwanted erections. Maybe he learns quicker that way.

That is a wonderful idea, sis. Did you hear that, sweetie? Your penis will be fitted in a nice tight spiked chastity caged very soon…

Ground Rules

His wife was unhappy and unfulfilled. Their marriage was in jeopardy. They had decided it would be best if she began dating another man, and she wanted it to be someone they knew. Out of all of their acquaintances, she chose me, his boss. They invited me over to discuss their proposition to help save their marriage.

We sat in their living room and he brought me a beer. She sat next to him on the couch, while I took a seat in a chair across from them. Nervously, he asked me if I wanted to begin dating his wife. I was stunned by the request, but remained calm and collected. While the idea appealed to me immensely, I told him we needed to establish a few ground rules that he would have to agree to.

He asked what they were. I said I would agree to begin dating her if he agreed to the following:

He has no say on when or where I date her or what we do together

He has no say on when the relationship ends

I have priority with her, even on birthdays and anniversaries

When I visit, I am the man of the house in every respect

When the three of us are together, she is my woman and he is the third wheel

He walks me to the door and thanks me after every visit

After a long silence. He said. “Okay. I agree.”

I said, “Very well then. Let’s begin.” I held out my hand and his sexy wife rose from the couch and took a seat on my lap.

Being in the friendzone, I often found myself left behind and ignored at parties by my female best friend. Even if we always arrived together I would soon notice her engrossed in conversations with other people, a drink in her hand. I figured she was having a good time, so I continued mingling alone, trusting that we would reconnect soon. But it almost never happened. By the end of the party I would see her laughing, her arm intertwined with a stranger's. It was clear that she had forgotten about me entirely.

Sometimes she would come and tell me she`s leaving with someone else and that I can go home and not wait for her. But she could also just take off with other people. No messages. No calls.