Jamesfromjess - James Cuckold

Hat schon mal irgendjemand die Erfahrung gemacht, jemanden (vielleicht sogar erstmalig) in einen Keuschheitskäfig zu sperren, während er schläft? Oder bist du schon mal ungeplant in einem Keuschheitskäfig aufgewacht, ohne das anziehen mitzubekommen?

He’s got on interest in even trying chastity? I feel a little rejected. I’ll wait until he’s asleep to slip it on him.

Was würdest du antworten??

je aufreizender und gewagter du dich für ein Date anziehst, desto mehr sehne ich mich danach das es ein Date mit einem strngen Gentleman wird, der weiß wie man sich einer Hotwife annimmt...

Und? Wärst du es?

With tears in your eyes, all you can do is look down and say "Yes dear".

♥️On Friday we wear red♥️

And take off our panties...

Watching her with him, your cuckold brain spinning with jealousy and strife. She’s absolutely fawning over him. She clearly adores him, clearly, she’s in love with him.

You remember her telling you about him when you had “the talk”. When she told you she met someone. How pathetic you felt when you responded by asking her what she meant by that, and how sick you felt when she answered by telling you she’d been seeing another man, for quite some time, and things were “getting serious” between them. You remember how she laughed when you remarked that you had no idea, how she called clueless and inept, and how when you meekly asked if she planned to stop seeing him, she flatly said no. She went on to explain that at the time she married you, she was overweight and felt unattractive, she thought you were kind, and sweet and funny and would make a good, faithful, dutiful husband, so she agreed to marry you, thinking you were the best she could hope for. But then she began hitting the gym, getting in shape, losing weight, and feeling really good about herself, gaining confidence and becoming more outgoing. She met him at the gym- they became workout buddies, and though she had no intent on cheating on you, she acknowledged he was extremely attractive, and was flattered by his flirting. She enjoyed his wit and playfulness, and over time, he became more and more assertive, openly flirting with her and even asking her out in dates. She told him she was married, but he didn’t care at all, just kept persisting, until one day she agreed to go for a cup of coffee with him. “Just coffee-“ she told him, feeling like it was harmless and would get him off her back. It didn’t.

She sat down at the coffee shop as he went for their drinks. He brought them over, and reaching around from behind her, set them on the table. As he did, he leaned up against her and whispered in her ear “I’m going to have you. You know it. I know it. So I want you to stop resisting me and give in. Give yourself to me now, today, and I promise you’ll have the best, most life altering orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.” As he said these things, he kissed and licked her ear, and caressed her shoulders, upper arms, and the sides of her breasts. She was melting. She let him take her hand and walk her to his car. They never even touched their coffees.

By the time sh finished telling you all this, you were heartbroken and had an embarrassing erection. You felt betrayed and turned on at the same time. And through your frazzled brain, all you could think to ask was if she was happy. She smiled at you then, a smile filled with pity, and said “oh honey, yes, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, he makes me cum so hard, I realized I’ve never really had an orgasm before him, and I feel so safe and protected with him…he’s so much more man than I ever thought I could have, so strong and confident… so yes, I’m so happy, and so deeply in love with him. I am sorry, but I hope you can understand?”

All you could do was bow your head. You always wanted her to be happy, above all else, and seeing her describe him and talk about him this way, you knew you wouldn’t deny her such happiness, even if you could. “It’s okay,” you said softly, defeated, “I just want you to be happy… I’ll sign whatever you want and of course, you can have everything…” you conceded.

“Oh honey, you’re the best! I just knew you’d understand!” she said smiling, “but I don’t want a divorce… you’re a great husband and my best friend. Can we please stay married?”

You looked at her, confused, and she explained “We wouldn’t have sex anymore, but, I mean, we hardly did that anymore anyway. We would just stay married and stay best friends. I’ve already asked him to move in, and he’s okay with it, as long as you move into the basement guest room. You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you friend?”

Of course you would, and you did. It still hurts when you see them together. You still feel jealous. You still feel the pain of losing the best thing that ever happened to you. But you always knew she was out of your league, you always knew you weren’t man enough for her, and you also knew you were lucky to get to stay with her as her friend zoned cuckold husband.

It would have been worth a try. I don't know when I would have been ready if I hadn't had any prior knowledge of my desires to be subjected to this fetish. Thoughts along these lines, of being humiliated and in a submissive position, perhaps even with a more dominant lover as a third partner, were already there in my very first real and committed relationship/marriage, even though I didn't yet know anything about chastity. I would have been in love enough to try this experiment.

You knew they like each other -- and your friend had even told you on more than one occasion how lucky you were to have such a beautiful and sexy wife -- but you still had never anticipated that your wife would ever be telling you what she is telling you to do right now.

"And hun" she continued "If he asks if I'm likely to say yes, of course you should tell him that I will, and also tell him that both you and I are expecting that even on the first date that I'll spend the night with him."