My modest five

Over the last few years I have slowly been able to persuade my lovely wife Heather that her orgasm is the most important thing in our lovemaking. She admitted that she never particularly found my entering her very exciting, and on many occasions complained that it only made her uncomfortable and (even worse) that having to “clean up the mess afterwards” spoiled her just being able to drift off to sleep. So over time her favourite position has evolved to having me lie alongside her, caressing her breasts with my free hand and with my erect Percy rubbing against her thigh where she nearly always grasps it in her left hand as she guides her favourite vibrator in her right to bring her to orgasm.

After her own orgasm, at first she would always ask me if I would like to cum myself, either wanking me, or getting me to continue to rub myself against her side until I came, or persuading me to wank myself. Heather has always been loving and considerate, and would never say anything, but I could see that all she really wanted to do was snuggle down, and my cumming rather spoiled her basking in the afterglow and drifting quietly to sleep. Slowly over the last couple of years I persuaded her that I didn’t need to cum every time, and we moved to once a week, then once a fortnight and eventually to the point where I only came when the pressure became too much and I would spontaneously cum against her thigh, usually a she reached her own orgasm.

About once every three months, she would ask me to enter her, saying that she fancied the entirely different sensations, and although she would take much longer to cum, she would always cum more strongly and I nearly always came with her.

Astonishingly, I actually found that I really enjoyed being her sex slave in this manner, and that the frustration and sexual build up kept me feeling horny all the time. I found that I was far more attentive to Heather in every way, and my constant horniness made her respond to the point where we were making out as frequently as we had done in our first year or so of marriage. When we discussed this, she admitted that the focus on making the experience exactly what she enjoyed best was making her far more interested in responding than she had done for years.

So, to the last eighteen months.

Just after Christmas before last, I developed an infection in my apparatus and the subsequent investigation revealed a condition which while curable, would take quite some time, and the treatment meant that I should avoid both erections, but especially cumming. Cumming would be very painful, and a full blown erection would set back the delicate recovery of my apparatus generally.

We were horrified, as despite having been married 30 years, our new found lovemaking meant that we had been making love at least four times a week and usually every day (sometimes twice) when on holiday.

Initially I persuaded Heather to attend to her own needs during the day when I was out at work, or at weekends (or the occasional time when she felt really randy at bedtime), then to go to the bedroom on her own and use her vibrator alone.

However this didn’t work at all well for two reasons. The first was that over the years Heather had only very rarely made herself Cum without me turning her on first and me being there as part of the whole experience. She found that being on her own just didn’t work for her. The second was that I got a raging hard on thinking about her pleasuring herself, which was not helping my recovery at all.

The solution came in the guise of a CB6000 chastity cage that I had bought on a whim a couple of years earlier, and which Heather had disliked intensely so we had never used it. She thought that I had thrown it away, but I had hung onto it and had used it when I was away on business trips to stop me masturbating.

I hesitatingly told Heather that I thought I had a solution to our problem, and since she was beginning to feel quite frustrated at the situation herself, she didn’t blow me out when I sheepishly admitted that I still had the CB6000 and explained to her how it might work.

It did work. Perfectly.

We resumed our normal lovemaking, with me donning the CB6000 as we headed towards the bedroom (or even earlier in an attempt to get it on before the inevitable erection had a chance to get going). Snuggled up against her thigh in the usual position, she could now hang onto the cage as I lay against her. The CB6000 prevented me from getting a full blown erection and the limited one I could get did not appear enough to damage the healing process. Furthermore, the lack of sensation or ability to rub against her thighs meant that I didn’t have the painful orgasms that I had been warned about.

That worked for about three months, until one night Heather told me after we had made love, and unusually she had abandoned the process before she had her orgasm, that for the last few times she had been really fancying having me inside her, and because she couldn’t have me then each time we made love her craving was getting worse and worse to the point of her feeling so frustrated that she had not been able to cum without me up her.

Heather has never liked sex toys, which was one of her reasons for originally hating the CB6000. She had only taken to the vibrator out of the necessity to have speedy orgasms when the kids were young and could interrupt at any time. Anything else, such as dildos or bunny’s just never appealed to her. However, after a bit of research I persuaded her to let me buy a strap on dildo with a fairly unobtrusive harness. It was designed for men, and had a strap underneath the dlido mount to hold the man’s real cock and balls out of the way. After poring over the choice of dildo to clip onto the belt, we chose one that Heather felt looked most like mine and appeared to be the same size.

When it arrived in the post, a couple of days later on a Saturday morning while we were still lying in bed, Heather wanted to try it literally straight away. We often make love on a Saturday morning, a pleasure that started when we first met and were both working and continued after we had kids, because they both went to a private school that had Saturday morning lessons and Saturday afternoon sport.

However when we opened it we discovered that the dildo was considerably larger than we had thought from the picture (it turned out to be 7” long, against my modest 5”, and a similar increase in girth).

However, Heather had by now gotten herself so turned on that she decided to try it anyway, and having already donned the CB6000 before the postman had delivered the parcel, I proceeded to strap on the harness and clip the dildo in place while Heather looked on with amusement first at my caged apparatus being strapped underneath the harness, and then wide eyed as I clipped the dildo on.

I was soon alongside her, and she grasped the dildo pressed against her thigh in exactly the same way as she used to grasp Percy. She had chosen one in which the head was made out of a softish material which felt quite skin like, but the shaft (of necessity) was more rigid. As she started to build up using her vibrator she commented on how life-like it felt and told me to get some lubrication on it and put it to work.

The next few minutes were some of the most bizarre and erotic I have ever had in my life. My dear wife was lying on the bed in the warm morning sunlight, with her legs apart and her eyes half closed, and her vibrator playing over her clit as I positioned myself above her and slowly slid the well lubricated dildo into her waiting pussy.

It was crazy – I could see her eyes and mouth go wide in an expression of both sheer pleasure and amazement as the dldo slid into her, but I could not feel anything at all. Then almost immediately her face screwed up and her eyes closed and she screamed as she started to hump and grind her pussy against the dildo, pushing herself against the CB6000 as she tried to get more and more of it inside herself, cumming like I had never seen her cum before. And while she was getting off so conclusively on the feeling of my surrogate prick, I was feeling nothing at all except the pressure of Percy straining against the inside of the CB6000.

Heather had never ever had multiple orgasms, and always begged me not to touch her sensitive areas for at least fifteen minutes after she had her single short orgasm in the past, but now she just kept on cumming for what seemed like hours, but must have been about ten minutes. Every time I started to slow down or pull out, she would grab my arse with her spare hand and pull me back in deeper.

Eventually she quietened down and sensing that I slowed my thrusting down and just lay between her legs. A pool of pre-cum had accumulated in the end of the CB6000 and on my thighs and the sheets I had gotten so excited myself. She asked me to pull out and come and lie beside her again, which I did, and she grasped the dildo as it pressed against her side, grinned at me and then closed her eyes and went to sleep.

I didn’t dare move and disturb her, and she stayed asleep for nearly an hour and then woke up complaining that she was sore!

The dildo became part of our regular sex, but instead of wanting me inside her once every three months, it quickly became a common occurrence that she would want me to don the harness and dildo and satisfy her that way. I think it would have been every time apart from the fact that it was a bit of a hassle and made the love making sessions much longer, so weekday evenings we continued our former pattern of my lying beside her while she used her vibrator for a quick fix. Certainly when we went on holiday, the harness and dildo went with us and were employed at least daily and sometimes twice a day, only being set aside because she complained of being sore.

During these sessions, particularly if I could see her really getting off on the dildo, I would get so excited myself that I would cum spontaneously. At first it was agonising, as the doctor had warned, and I tried hard not to let it happen. As the months passed it became less painful as I healed, and eventually the pleasure outweighed the pain, but I still stayed locked up so that I would not gain full erections and possibly set the healing back again.

Then, three months ago the doctors pronounced me fully fit and told me that we could resume normal sex again.

Heather pretended to be delighted for me, and we celebrated by her letting me have normal sex with her for the first time in eighteen months. I could see from her expression that it was a disappointment to her and I could see that she hardly felt my five inches after her seven inch dildo had stretched her over the preceding year and a half. It wasn’t helped at all by the fact that I came in seconds, leaving her needing to finish off with her vibrator as I flopped out in a puddle of cum.

Heather insisted that we throw the dildo out, saying that we no longer needed it, and she made every effort to resume service as normal. But her orgasms were tame compared to what they had been like in the previous year, and our frequency fell right off.

Eventually, I managed to get her to talk about it after filling her up with the best part of a bottle of Chablis, and she admitted that she really missed the penetration and the size, and neither my lying beside her nor my five inches was working any more.

I immediately offered to buy a replacement dildo and resume using that, but she refused saying that the dildo had been OK as long as she had known it was a temporary stand-in because I was out of action, but she did not want to be using an artificial dick for the rest of our sex life together.

So, following her logic, I started trying to persuade her to take on a lover who had the necessary tackle to fit the need. Being Heather, that was initially out of the question, but a few weeks on and bedtime persuasion from me on top of and ever dwindling cellar of Chablis has been testing her resolve to the point where she told me last week that Chris, one of her schoolteacher work colleagues, who she had always liked, has gained a staffroom reputation for being well endowed.

I would never have ever expected her to even think of anyone else in those terms previously, but my persuading was obviously bearing fruit.

We bumped into him in the high street a couple of days after this revelation, and I suggested that we ask him over for dinner next week. Heather gave me a withering glare, but didn’t try and wriggle out of it and duly invited him. She gave me a hard time when we got home, and has said outright that there is no way that she would consider sleeping with him, but the seed is sown and I could see a distant look in her eyes as we discussed it. So he is coming on Thursday evening at 7pm, and I just happen to have forgotten that I have to be out at a work engagement that evening.

The cellar is restocked with Chablis and I have bought her a really attractive new slinky outfit which she has agreed to wear only because I will be there to chaperone her.

Pity I’ll have to phone up at 7.15 after he’s arrived, she’s dolled up and the food and drink are ready, and admit I’m tied up at work ‘till late.

Home and Away

I recently started a new job, unfortunately a long way from home, and since it really isn’t a great time to try and sell a house at the moment, I am in lodgings during the week, and only going home at weekends.

Heather, my lovely wife, came with me to check over the lodgings that the personnel department at the new job suggested, and although the lodgings themselves are perfect, she was horrified to find that the landlady is a young, very attractive divorcee. She was further horrified to find that the city has a very large university population, and with the university being fundamentally arts oriented, there are a larger proportion of very attractive young girls than normal. The final nail in the coffin came when we called in to meet my new boss and Heather discovered that Chris was short for Christine rather than Christopher, and that Chris is about 40 and also pretty attractive.

When we arrived home, Heather firmly stated her piece. Since we have been regular four times a week people, and even more on holiday, Heather was very concerned about me being on my own from Monday to Friday especially with all that temptation around. To say that she was concerned was an understatement. She even suggested that I might give up the job, but since jobs in my sector are not easy to come by, we decided to look for another solution.

One idea was for Heather to come with me, but as I have said, selling the house looked difficult and a combination of her leaving her part time job, and incurring more costs of renting a flat for two, rather than midweek lodgings for one, made it too expensive. I suggested what I thought to be a very practical idea, which was that we should make sure we had plenty of sex at the weekends when I was home, and then I would be sure not to be tempted during the week. However, Heather was still unsure that this would be sufficient. That is when I made my big mistake, and reminded her of the CB6000 chastity cage that I’d bought some time earlier and that we had played with on and off (mostly off, because Heather was not enthusiastic about chastity play).

“Don’t be silly” was Heather’s response to that, and so we left the subject in abeyance.

Over the next couple of days, as the time for me to start the new job came round, Heather was increasingly agitated and frosty, and then on the Friday night just before I was due to start the job on the Monday, she said “Were you serious about wearing that Chastity device all week?”

I must admit to have been gobsmacked by the question, and stood there with my mouth open for a while, before finally realising that one of my fantasies was about to be realised, and hastily responded (but careful not to be too enthusiastic in case Heather got worried) with an affirmative.

We agreed that Heather would service me well over the weekends and then lock me in on Monday morning with one of the plastic tags rather than a padlock, as I was expecting to have to fly off at short notice to solve customer problems all over Europe, and we couldn’t risk the padlock and the airport scanners.

Monday came around, and off I went suitably locked up!

The job was great fun, and so I didn’t dwell too much on the CB during that first week. I was always very horny talking to Heather each night on the phone as we both lay in bed at opposite ends of the country. It was not helped by Heather’s slight teasing questioning about whether I was still locked up, and that she expected to see the tag with the same number on it intact when I came home on Friday evening.

The first Friday evening came, and Heather was able to check the number to her satisfaction and consequently snipped the tag off, and serviced me as planned all over the weekend.

The following week the same pattern was repeated, and I was getting quite used to this as we moved into the third week which was when things started to vary from the plan.

When I got back on Friday night Heather told ld me that she had felt sexy on the Wednesday after we had had our usual bedtime chat, and so had used her favourite vibrator. Did I mind?

Now, as well as having this fantasy about Heather locking me up, I have also had this ongoing fantasy about her getting sexually fulfilled by an Alpha male (I‘m definitely a beta). I immediately visualised her not just using her vibrator, but imagined a lover as well, and since she was snuggling me at the time and could clearly feel Percy twitch as she asked me, she decided (rightly) that I didn’t mind, and getting herself turned on recounting her tale, checked the tag and then let me out for some fun.

The following week, she admitted to having done the same twice, and getting the same response from Percy was obviously pleased and relaxed about it. I did not at this stage admit to her my fantasies about the lover, as I thought she might get annoyed and either stop her pleasuring herself, or at least stop telling me about it! Once again, she got excited telling me and once again we had some great sex.

So far, no problem. Right?. Wrong!

The following weekend when I got home, instead of letting me out on the Friday night, she said that she had used her vibrator every night while I was away, each time imaging me lying frustrated in my Chastity Cage and was actually feeling a bit battered and bruised and not feeling at all in need of making love.

“What about me!”, I demanded, a little petulantly.

“Well, I’m not letting you come in me, because I’m sore and I don’t feel aroused or interested”, Heather replied, “and I don’t fancy you messing up the bed spraying a week’s worth of cum all over”.

End of story!

Although I as frustrated by this, I also got a big thrill from Heather’s new dominant sexual assertion, so I shut up, and we went to sleep in each other’s arms, with me still sporting a well caged hard on which lasted all night!

Saturday afternoon is one of our favourite times for love making, and Heather relented on Saturday, and let me out for a good session.

Monday, once again, off I went duly caged. The week seemed very long, because each night as we talked Heather started to tease me more and more, and even started to use her vibrator while we were still talking. I got very aroused and frustrated hearing her pants and moans as it did its reliable job.

At the weekend, she repeated the denial on the Friday night, but normal service was resumed again on Saturday and Sunday. Not too bad for me, as I had been rather enjoying both Heather’s teasing during the week and her new sexual assertiveness, so missing Friday night’s release was a price worth paying for that.

The intensity of these evening sessions apart grew even more the following week and all pretence at modesty was dropped by Heather who openly teased me on the phone each night and subjected me to listening to her using her vibrator and coming noisily, only punctuated by her asked breathlessly whether I was still locked up safely and whether I was feeling uncomfortable and frustrated. Then Friday came around, and when I got home I was half expecting a repeat of the previous Friday’s denial, but was not expecting what transpired!

When we got to bed, Heather grabbed hold of my caged Percy and demanded that I lie there “while I tickle myself off”!

“I have been imagining you all caged up as I have tickled myself each night this week”, she said, “and now I want to feel your frustration and discomfort as I do it”.

Now this was a radical departure in behaviour for Heather, and for me the sensation was electric. I could feel her orgasm building and building as she lay there with her eyes closed, me nestling against her left thigh, and with her left hand firmly grasped around the Chastity Cage, whilst her right hand manipulated the her favourite vibrator.

She repeated the exercise on the Saturday afternoon and the Saturday evening, only relenting and finally giving me release on Sunday evening in preparation for the following week.

Now, this was beginning to get to me. I had gone down from four times a week to just one, and Heather had gone up from four times a week to eight! I didn’t mind her eight times, in fact I was in many ways delighted that she was getting so sexy, but I was getting pretty frustrated, and having a sexy landlady, a sexy boss and all the nubile students around was definitely not helping.

Fortunately my boss and I had build a professional and respectful relationship by now, and there was not the slightest chance of anything happening there, but on the days when she wore a low cut blouse or had plenty of thigh on show, I was grateful that the Chastity Cage was confining what would otherwise have been a noticeable bulge!

My landlady was different though. For some reason, she had sensed both that I was attracted to her. She could sense that I was getting increasingly agitated by her teasing but clearly wouldn’t do anything about it (she hadn’t realised that it was couldn’t as well as wouldn’t!). As a result she would flirt outrageously with me. Over breakfast, she would appear in her dressing gown whereas she had always been dressed to start off with. She would then make sure she leaned over the table to serve me my eggs and bacon, letting the top of her dressing gown to reveal that she didn’t wear anything in bed!

More than once, I came across her on the landing in the evening wearing only a bra and pants as she went to the family bathroom. I had the only en-suite bathroom, which was just as well, as I hate to think what her response would have been if she had seen e wandering around dressed only in my Chastity Cage, as I sleep in the raw always.

Anyway, back to Heather and the progression.

That week ended up much the same as the previous one, with Heather apparently deciding that what she had done the previous Friday and Saturday was an acceptable part of the routine, so she repeated it again, seemingly really getting off on holding on to the tangible proof of my frustration whilst she had ever stronger, longer and louder orgasms.

When on the Sunday, she teasingly suggested that she might keep me locked up yet again while she tickled herself, I made the mistake of blurting out about the temptations of the previous week intending to make her anxious to give me a good servicing. It backfired however, as Heather was furious, suggesting that she had been completely right insisting that I should be in the Chastity Cage, and refused to make love at all. I remonstrated, reminding her that I had not been unfaithful to her in any way, and wouldn’t have been titillated in this way if she hadn’t left me feeling under-satisfied the previous week.

She had calmed down by the time I left on Monday morning, but I still left home on Monday without any sexual relief and facing a second week caged up.

Much to my surprise, Heather didn’t do her sexy bit on the phone at bedtimes, and we just talked about our normal daily things. When I hinted at being sexy, she just grunted in a clear “not interested” manner. I was disappointed, but also felt that I needed to give her space and hoped we might get back to the previous pattern of chastity during the week and plenty of sex at the weekend. How wrong can you be?

That weekend, Heather did not appear very interested in making love, but grudgingly let me out for a short session at the end of the weekend.

Her lack of interest appeared to continue on our evening calls the following week, but when I arrived home on the Friday she was very strange at bedtime, and I sensed something was wrong.

We don’t keep secrets from each other, and it wasn’t long before it all came out.

She has always quite fancied a work colleague at the school she teaches at, and she admitted that she had realised that she not only needed to make love the four times a week that had been our previous pattern, but in more recent weeks she had realised that a) she actually could and did enjoy sex seven or eight times a week and b) she got a real thrill from teasing and denying me. And since I was not around to pay attention to her needs, she had accepted her colleague’s offer of a drink after school the previous Monday, which she had then allowed to turn into sex back at his flat. Not only that, but she had repeated the exercise every evening after school. No wonder she hadn’t been interested in phone sex with me!

Then she dropped the final bombshell, “and that includes today, as I had time before your flight got in. And so not only am I actually full of his cum right now, which is why I was reluctant to make love with you but also, having just had sex, I really don’t much feel like it with you!”. Ouch!

Apart from a couple of one night affairs, which were with my agreement (and even encouragement), Heather has not strayed independently, and hence her nervousness. All this was recounted to me while she hung on to my caged Percy and I’m afraid that Percy completely ruined any chance I had of being annoyed, by straining with a rock solid erection against the confines of his cage.

“I guess from the way this feels”, she said, hanging onto Percy, “that you are OK about this”.

What could I say.

The trouble is that Heather has now decided that not only does she enjoy the regular sex that I can not provide while since I am away all week, but actually she really gets off on thinking about me being locked up as she is making love with her “alpha male”. Not only that, but she now thoroughly enjoys telling me every detail of their evening love making when we have our nightly phone calls often needing to make herself cum again as she does so, and leaving me horribly frustrated as she comes audibly having described every nuance. Then at the weekends, she enjoys feeling me twitch and strain against the sides of the cage as she repeats the highlights of her adventures during the week.

It is now three months since I came inside her, and she only lets me out about once a month when I really beg her to let me

The problem is that I’m loving it. Not only being a cuckold to Heather, but feeling constantly frustrated and aroused by my landlady, my boss and all the tottie all around, and not being able to do anything about it!

My Birthday Present

One night Heather and I were making love in what has become our usual pattern. After many years of encouraging her to focus on her own pleasure, she usually teases my Percy and balls gently until I am dripping pre-cum, all of which gets her turned on, and then she pleasures herself with her favourite vibrator in her right hand while keeping my Percy firmly held by her left hand, so she can feel my excitement growing as he heads towards her orgasm. After she has finished, she half heartedly asks me if she should wank me to completion, but far prefers to drift off straight to sleep, and that's what usually happens. I love the tease and denial, and she knows it and this works well for us. I get teased and denied, and go to sleep feeling well frustrated and very horny.

Heather also knows many of my other fantasies including the one of me being tied up and having to watch her pleasure herself from a chair at the bottom of the bed without being able to join in, and then being left tied there while she sleeps and I am left being able to do nothing about my frustration. She also knows that I fantasise about her being pleasured by other lovers, although in reality I am the only man she has ever slept with or even been naked with. Heather has always said she was neither interested in or liked my fantasises, and of all these, the only one we had tried is me being tied up, and that was only once as a special present. Heather said she didn't enjoy it, and so we have never repeated the scenario.

Anyway, back to the night in question. With this background, you can imagine my surprise when as well as teasing my Percy and balls she said, "Is this what you'd like then, to see me being pleasured by five men all at the same time. I suppose you'd like to be tied up at the end of the bed too and have to watch them all giving me pleasure?".

Quickly jumping into this, hardly believing my luck, I muttered "Oh Yes. And what are they doing to you?"

Heather replied "One is licking my toes, two sucking my breasts, one is kissing me deeply, running his tongue round my mouth and one is muff diving".

"Hang on a minute", I replied, "I didn't think you liked muff diving".

I love muff diving Heather, but she is not very keen for reasons I don't really understand. I nearly always bring her to a great orgasm whenever she does let me muff dive. And those times that I don't quickly succeed, then she gets so turned on that it only takes 30 seconds with her vibrator to finish the job off.

"I don't", she replied, "but this is your fantasy, not mine". Logical or what!

That was as far as the fantasy went that night, because she decided that she had teased me enough and finished her own arousal off with her vibrator and thence to sleep.

However, this had started something, and each time we made love I would ask her what her five lovers were up to now, and she would reply that they were my five fantasy men, not hers, but would go on to embellish the story a little more each time.

The basic plot remained the same, with me being tied up watching and the five men all making love to different parts of her body. Them all "filling her with their spunk" and "their spunk running down her legs", became the common theme. I talked about cleaning her up with my tongue afterwards, and although she didn't like me muff diving, this was added in to the scenario. I also added the idea that Percy should be locked up for this so that my inevitable erection while watching should be both useless and painful, and that I should not be able to ejaculate and certainly not climb on her and add my spunk to that of her lovers, even if I wanted to (which I could easily imagine to be the case, and so could Heather).

After about six months of this, my birthday was approaching, and when Heather asked what I wanted for my birthday present I said I wanted us to act out the scenario for real. Heather was dismissive, saying that firstly she couldn't imagine where we would find five men to oblige (good point), and secondly it would spoil the fantasy. However she did agree to tie me up at the bottom of the bed with a blindfold on, and then she lay out top of the bed herself and described the scenario in graphic detail while using her favourite vibrator. Heather is a good actress (we met in a drama group), so she painted a pretty good scene and it was a great birthday present.

Continuing to add to the fantasy over the next few months, we reverted back to the more familiar pattern of me lying beside her as she teased me with it. Then our wedding anniversary came around, and I again asked her to act out the scenario for real as my anniversary present. Heather repeated her dismissal, again rightly asking (rhetorically) where would we find five suitable men and that she wouldn't want to spoil the fantasy. But we did repeat the acting out, and I persuaded her to use a real cock shaped dildo during the performance so she could imagine being entered by each of the five men in turn. That added to her graphic description, but was slightly disappointing for me as I couldn't see it, and we decided that the next time I would not wear the blindfold (I could always shut my eyes if I wanted to).

Christmas was the next occasion, and the now familiar present request was followed by another performance, this time with a CB6000 cock cage on (which Heather didn't really like although she agreed to snap the lock shut with a satisfying and erotic click, and to hold the key) and without the blind. Without the blindfold this time, nothing was left to the unnecessary imagination as Heather described the scene graphically and I watched her pleasure herself with the dildo and her vibrator. All the while, Percy was uncomfortably straining against the CB6000 as I sat there impotently at the bottom of the bed, masochistically enjoying every second.

This was definitely the best of all and I told her so, adding that the only thing that would improve it would be the five men for real.

"Where on earth would we get them from", came her usual response, but I did notice that the usual dismissal on the basis that it would spoil the fantasy was missing.

Heather is an active member of a local ballroom dance group, and the following year my birthday coincided with a competition weekend away. The group usually perform at the competition and stay in a local hotel. This particular year, they were going to Edinburgh for the trip. As usual, I had asked for the fantasy act out as my present and so we had agreed to pack the ropes, CB6000, vibrator and dildo with the intention of giving me my present on my birthday in the hotel.

The weekend had gone well, with the group having been knocked out in the fourth round (a record for them in a national event), after two rounds on the Friday and two on the Saturday (my birthday), and so was having Sunday off before heading home on bank holiday Monday. As a result of their success we were all relaxing more than usual in the bar after dinner. As the evening went on, most of the couples and the single women had drifted off to bed, leaving just a small group of the single men still celebrating my birthday with Heather and me. Heather always enjoys these socials, showing off a bit to the men, one of whom I knew she liked a lot. Heather has about the best figure of all the women in the group, and although not the youngest by far, her innate style and looks always draws admiring glances from the men in the group. On this occasion she was also getting well oiled. I meanwhile was getting rather irritable as I wanted my birthday present, and from past experience with Heather could see that it was going to be almost impossible to separate her from the group until she had drunk so much she would pass out just as soon as I got her to bed.

After a while Heather snapped at me "Stop being so irritable. I know what you want, you just want your birthday present don't you?".

One of the men, Andy, the one that Heather particularly likes and so do I, immediately asked what my present was. We are both into gadgets, and I think he was expecting it to be something to add to the collection of gadgets. I looked embarrassed and stuttered something inane.

Heather, being well oiled came straight out with "He's expecting nookie, but as his birthday treat just wants to be tied up while he watches me masturbate!".

As you can imagine, at this, I felt myself redden in sheer embarrassment and wished I could disappear into the floor boards.

However Andy didn't even notice my embarrassment and looking straight at Heather said, "I'd enjoy watching that too".

I was so relieved at his response that I blurted out "Well, in that case why don't you join us and Heather can put on a show for us all", and then to the other two men added "and you are both welcome as well - it is part of the fantasy that Heather has five men joining in. You may not be five, but three will have to do!".

This time it was Heather's time to look shocked, but being a showman at the best of times and also well enough oiled to have lost her inhibitions, said "Well OK, but just to watch. Nothing more!".

Rather in silence, we finished our drinks and with various tentative "Are you sure?"s, we headed for our bedroom. Andy was still grasping a nearly full bottle of wine, and once in the room we poured wine into the plastic cups from the bathroom and sipped in embarrassment while Heather went to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, during which we had put on a porno film on the Hotel TV to relieve the atmosphere, Heather re-appeared in just her bra and pants, looking flushed, excited and nervous.

"I suppose you want to be tied up?", she asked me, and when I nodded "yes", she proceeded to describe what the fantasy was all about in full detail to the other s while getting me to strip, put on the CB6000 and tie me to the upright chair. I was still so embarrassed about the set-up that Percy was pretty shrivelled and easy to get into the CB6000. I ended up tied to the chair, feeling pretty stupid and beginning to wonder what I had let myself in for - could I ever face our dance friends again after this?

While doing this, her other paraphernalia (the vibrator, lubricating jelly and dildo) all came out, leaving little to the imagination.

There was also one of those sofa beds in the room that is there to make it a family room, and Heather pointed the men towards that and told them that they could sit there and watch.

Andy pointed that I was naked, and presumably so would Heather be, so would we mind if he stripped off too. Heather was a bit nonplussed at that, but after a bit of coaxing agreed, and Andy stripped off quickly followed by the other two men. As they stepped out of their underpants all three were clearly sporting huge erections.

Heather was a virgin when I met her, and had never actually seen any Cock close too before mine, and has been faithful in all our years of marriage. Yet here she was presented with three very different looking cocks. One long, one fat and one circumcised. Now my Percy is not particularly large, so the long one was longer, the fat one was fatter and I am not circumcised either, so these three clearly fascinated Heather, who could not help but stare at them. I started to feel myself getting hard inside the CB6000 watching Heather's interest in these strange cocks.

The foursome on the TV were getting into some hard action which was getting quite noisy, so Heather tuned the TV off and with a look that I recognise from her acting days, set out for the bed unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the ground as she did so.

Once on the bed, she stuck her bum in the air and wriggled out of her knickers, giving the first good view of her neatly trimmed pussy. I had only trimmed it earlier that afternoon, ready for "my present", and I was glad that I had and pretty proud of what the other men were gazing at intently.

Lifting her pubic mound and grinding it around in the air and stroking her nipples with both hands, Heather started the show. After watching the men's reactions and checking they were staying where she had told them (she later said that she knew I was safely tied up and so she knew she could ignore me), she closed her eyes and started to rub the dildo over her pussy lips. Then she started to describe our fantasy scene, this time using just three men rather than five and from the descriptions of how each of their cocks felt as she inserted her dildo, it was clear that the long one, the fat one and the circumcised one were the cocks being described and not three abstract cocks or their owners.

On previous occasions, Heather had managed to make the scenario last for about half an hour before she finally came, but this time she barely lasted ten minutes before she started to come noisily thrusting her pussy out in the direction of the three observers, who were each wanking their cocks vigorously. As Andy, the long one, came his cum streaked across the gap landing all over Heather's stomach. Feeling it, Heather opened her eyes in surprise, and then in delight as she saw the effect she had been having on them all, she gestured to the other two to come nearer and do the same. Soon, with three withering cocks dangling over her, she was streaked with beads of spunk. She looked so very sexy, very much a "just fucked" look about her.

Silence, only broken by heavy breathing followed, eventually broken by some comments of "Wow, what a show" and rather incongruous "Thank you"s as the three men dressed themselves and headed towards the door.

"Untie Bill please", Heather asked as the last one headed for the door, and they duly obliged, leaving me standing naked apart from my cock cage.

As the door closed behind them, Heather grinned at me and said "Well, they may not have come in me, but they have certainly come on me, and so you can finish off your fantasy by licking me clean".

She shuddered and giggled as I proceeded to do so, and to both of our surprises came again as my tongue moved from her tummy to nibble her pussy and clit.

Then she rolled over and drifted off to sleep, leaving me frustrated and still locked up. It was one of the most exciting experiences I have ever had.

The following day, grins greeted us from the gang of three, but being Gentlemen, nothing was said.

Over the next few months, various hints were dropped about what my next present might be, and clearly the three would like to be part of my next present. As for Heather, the fantasies have stayed with three rather than five, and the descriptions of the scene started with them spunking all over her but have more recently moved to them servicing her and filling her with their cum.

Our wedding anniversary is coming up soon, and we always have dinner out. I'm wondering what response I might get if I suggest dinner at home with Andy, Tim and Peter as guests.

I enjoy my subspace experiences

Heather, my wife and I have been married for 20 wonderful years. The more recent years have been pretty exciting in the evolution of our sexual relationship, but suffice it to say that I worship Heather and am so grateful for the pleasure and happiness she has given me over all these years.

We have seven children, whom I adore. Only two are biologically mine, but to us they are all our children and they know no different. But I am getting ahead of myself.

When I met Heather, we were both in our early 20's and both virgins. We adored each other from the start, and soon married, and despite still being virgin up to our wedding night it was a great success, although Heather seemed surprised at the size of my wedding tackle, saying that she had always heard that men were "much bigger than that" and that she had expected "to find the first time very uncomfortable". However, I made sure that I focused on her pleasure and even if I could not succeed in giving her an orgasm by penetration alone, I made sure she always had at least one orgasm whenever we made love.

After about 5 years, Heather stopped taking "the pill" and we had first a son and then a daughter in fairly quick succession. My job was progressing well at the big multinational company I work for, and we decided that Heather should stop working and focus on raising our children.

When our daughter was two, we discussed having more children and decided that two were enough. Heather is in a high risk group for taking the pill (her father died of a heart attack very young, and Heather seemed to have inherited his high blood pressure), so we decided that I should get a vasectomy. I was totally ok about that, as I was told (and it is normally the case) that there is absolutely no difference in orgasms pre and post vasectomy.

We were a very happy 2 plus 2 family, enjoying everything normal in life and love making. We were both 32.

This was the point where our life started to deviate from the game plan.

Despite what I had been told about the vasectomy making no difference to my orgasms and (being completely objective) I couldn't argue anything different, my mind started to play tricks with me and I started to be unable to get an erection. I was so convinced that as I was no longer "fertile", my cock was useless. I still loved Heather passionately and would always ensure that she achieved at least one (and often more) orgasms whenever we made love, but could not get an erection. My fingers and my tongue were getting really expert though.

Despite my personal disappointment with this state of affairs, I thought all was well with Heather until one night we went to a party and half way through the evening lost sight of her. We had always trusted each other completely, so I had no worries at first, but was quite alarmed as the party broke up after midnight and I could not find Heather anywhere. I thought of asking the few remaining people around if they had seen Heather but felt such a fool that I couldn't bring myself to do so, and after looking in all the bedrooms and round the garden I went home. Heather didn't have her mobile phone at the party, so I couldn't try calling her. I just hoped that she was at home.

I realised that this hope was forlorn when I was met at the door by the baby sitter, who was obviously surprised to see me by myself. I hurriedly told her that Heather had contracted a migraine and was staying over at the party hosts' house.

At 4am, I heard the front door open. I was too proud to rush out and greet or admonish Heather so I feigned sleep. Heather though was less circumspect. She flounced into the bedroom and announced that "she had been fucked properly for the first time in two years" and "by a cock that was what I had originally expected a cock should be like" and "not a weeny little boy's cock like you presented me with on our wedding night".

Ouch!

As she stripped off, revealing an absence of knickers and spunk dripping down her legs, I realised that I had an erection for the first time in two years.

"Heather", I gasped, "look - come here, climb on top of me".

But before she could climb on top, my little, but excited, penis erupted all over my belly and the bed without me so much as touching myself! My first orgasm for two years, wasted!

Heather laughed at that, but was also annoyed that the first erection I had had for two years had been wasted (as far as she was concerned), as before she could climb on top of me I had once again deflated. Still, she climbed into bed and actually snuggled up to me, and stroking and loving me she told me everything that happened.

It is for another story another time to tell you about her first experience of cuckolding me, but as she reached the part of her story where her new lover came inside her, I came again, and spurted again all over Heather's belly, without even getting an erection this time.

We slept the rest of the night in a sticky mess of my infertile cum and the copious quantity of her lover's fertile cum still running down Heather's legs.

Trying to make love again over the next couple of weeks was a disappointment. I still could not get an erection, even though Heather tried re-telling the story that had made me cum after her night out. I still did my duty with finger and tongue, but Heather was never quite the same about it and I could sense that she felt that it was not enough.

A few weeks later Heather came home after visiting a friend one evening and said that, unexpectedly, instead of it being just her and the friend there were actually about 10 people there and amongst them was the man she had gone off with at the party the few weeks earlier. They had drifted together into a quiet corner where they had finally ended up introducing themselves (his name is Colin). He told her how much he had enjoyed the evening and she had candidly admitted to him that she had also enjoyed it. She had told him about me and my failure to satisfy her any more, but had made it very clear that she still loved me and had no intention of jeopardising our relationship. She also told him that I had clearly "got very excited about them making out together" and so she thought I probably would be OK about her doing it again. He told her that a casual relationship suited him because his wife was very rich, and so he also had little wish to rock the marital boat.

"So, I have arranged to meet him again", she concluded. "I thought about asking you first, but after the way you responded last time I thought it probably would be OK"

"I can always cancel if it's not", she added with a look that clearly showed that she wasn't keen on having me tell her to cancel the arrangement.

I love Heather, and although slightly disappointed at the thought that I was no longer fully able to satisfy her, even with my tongue, I also love her enough to want her fulfilment. Feeling good that she had insisted with this man that our partnership was sacrosanct, I felt that I must agree to her going ahead.

The arrangement was for the following evening, a Tuesday, and after getting our children to bed, I sat and watched her as she showered and dressed. Heather always dresses up nicely and takes care of herself when we go out together in the evening and I love her for always making the effort. It was therefore with a pang of jealousy that I noticed that she made just a little more effort on each part of the routine. Her best shower oils, her sexiest undies, our favourite perfume - including a couple of dabs in places I had never noticed her dab before! All topped off with a very sexy dress which I did not recognise, and which she admitted she had bought that morning!

The front doorbell rang, and I watched Heather with another pang as she walked down the drive with his arm around her.

Almost as soon as Heather had gone, I started to experience all kinds of new feelings of sexual excitement. I have heard people describe the feeling as subspace and I now understand it, something totally different from any other sexual feelings I have ever had. I have never felt so sexually aroused inside. I imagined them intimate over dinner together, and about the time that I started to imagine them going back to his house (his wife was away) and starting to make love, I felt a sexual build up, an erection forming and as I imagined him sliding his generous tool (as Heather had described it) into her and without touching myself I came in a soggy mess inside my clothes. I just left the mess there as I continued my fantasies, with my cock completely deflated once again.

At midnight, I went to bed, and continued my fantasies. Heather arrived back at 1am.

She went through the same routine of flouncing herself and showing her absence of knickers again and her gaping spunk covered fanny, and was very disappointed when I failed to grow an erection as I had the previous time.

She was so concerned that I had not enjoyed the evening (because she certainly had) that I told her all about my own excitement and admitted my earlier erection and ejaculation.

She was pleased that I had been aroused but disappointed that I had not been able to save the erection for her, and didn't completely believe that I had done nothing to myself to make myself come.

Once again we had a sticky cuddly night together.

Heather had tentatively arranged to meet Colin again, and after my admission of excitement and with my agreement she went ahead and confirmed it for the same day the following week, which was the day Colin's wife always went up to London to play bridge and stayed over with her friends.

With the anticipation of her night out ahead, our lovemaking for the rest of the week was fantastic again, although I still could not get an erection even with a new set of stories from Heather. Still my tongue and fingers worked overtime and we were both happy.

When the night out came around again, the routine was much the same, but as the doorbell rang Heather asked me to make a special effort not to come by myself, with the promise of a lovely "sloppy seconds" if I could hang onto my erection.

I think that promise made it worse, because I almost immediately started fantasising about Colin depositing loads in Heather, and what it would feel like to me, and had come before she was gone 30 minutes. That still did not stop me having another evening of subspace excitement though.

When Heather came in again in the early hours, she could tell quickly that I has failed in my mission and was disappointed, about which I felt bad, but we both agreed how much we had enjoyed the evening yet again.

Heather and Colin had agreed that they would continue with this weekly arrangement, and I was happy to go along with it as I loved my evenings of subspace and the sexual release that came with it.

Over the next few weeks I tried a number of different ideas of stopping myself from cumming while Heather was out, including repeated cold showers, getting drunk, going to the gym (which required a babysitter), watching TV avidly, and even working. None of them worked. Either I came at some point when my mind wandered, or else (in the case of being drunk) I ended up not coming myself and still not being able to get an erection for Heather. So not much good for either of us!

After a few weeks Heather came up with the radical idea of a chastity cage. She had been looking on the Internet for some ideas on stopping erections and stopping men cumming and had come across sites devoted to chastity cages. She persuaded me to buy one, which took a couple of weeks to arrive.

That night I tried it on, and with a few adjustments it fitted comfortably.

Then I realised that I had my cock was straining against the thing to have an erection.

I called to Heather and full of eagerness she stripped off and lay down for action. I quickly removed the chastity cage, and immediately deflated!

We repeated the exercise three or four times, finally in frustration leaving the thing on all night. With it on I maintained an almost permanent semi-erection (which was all it allowed), resulting in the most physical sexual excitement (as opposed to the psychological sub-space) that I had had for two years.

The following day was a Saturday, and so we tried a number of possibilities of keeping me erect long enough to make love to Heather, none of which worked. We finally sat down to think about what was happening. It all seemed clear when we thought back to how and when my "impotence" had started, and my hangup about not being fertile which had started after my vasectomy.. If I couldn't get Heather pregnant, then if I couldn't have Heather at all then I got excited. If someone else was having Heather who could get her pregnant then I got even more excited.

There was no way of reversing the vasectomy, so we were stuck there. We discussed about me trying to get psychiatric help, but soon decided that actually we both thoroughly enjoyed our new sex life - strange though it was. I still felt that my sub-space episodes were the most erotic sexual experiences I had ever had, and so I wanted them to continue. Heather enjoyed having more than one man devoted to giving her constant sexual enjoyment and, looking me straight in the eyes, asked how I would feel about her spreading herself a bit wider than just Colin (especially as he was about to go on a three month trip around the world with his wife).

I enjoyed the excitement of having an almost permanent semi-erection, so it became almost routine for me to wear the chastity cage. I especially liked it when Heather locked me in and I didn't have the key to let myself out. It was almost as if she was punishing me for no longer being fertile.

She always locked me in it when I made love to her, as for the first time in two years I was able to get something of an erection and get a physical buzz as I stroked or tongued her to her orgasm.

Best of all were when she went out on her assignations with Colin, leaving me locked up and taking the key with her. The chastity cage succeeded in ensuring that in my semi-erect state I didn't end up cumming, and at least Heather and I could mutually enjoy her letting me out and her watching my rise to full erection and spontaneous orgasm as she described what she and Colin had got up to. We quickly found that if she tried to climb onto my erection, then I deflated, so we stopped even trying.

After a few weeks Colin left on his round the world trip, and Heather became quite strange for a couple of days before finally admitting to me that she hadn't had her period for two months and was almost certain she was pregnant.

Amazingly, I became immediately erect and "wonder of wonders" remained so to mine and Heather's delight while we made love and I pumped my now doubly useless load into her. Useless because she was already pregnant and useless because it was sterile useless spunk anyway.

Immediately our love life returned to how it had been early on in our marriage and before I had my vasectomy. We made love almost every day, and more often at weekends. Both of us felt insatiable for each other, and I had no difficulty in keeping both it up, and up with Heather's needs. How could I be annoyed that she was pregnant if our love life returned? There was no question of not keeping the baby and we there and then decided that it would be "ours".

When Colin returned from his round the world trip, Heather gently over the phone told him that she was not interested in resuming the relationship. He wanted to meet with her to discuss it, but she, of course, did not want him to see that she was pregnant lest he put two and two together.

For the rest of Heather's pregnancy, our love life remained fantastic, and "Our" second son arrived as expected. We both love him dearly, Heather because she is his natural mother, and me because he has brought us so much happiness and confirmed the strength of Heather and my marriage together.

Immediately after his birth, I once again lost my ability to make love to Heather, much to both our disappointments. It was back to fingers and tongue, and me wearing my chastity cage, and then six months later Heather came up with a new boy friend.

Once again, our weird sex life of me locked-up and subspacing resumed. Heather was excited and active again, and this went on until she once again found she was pregnant, whereupon the next boyfriend was dropped as my sexual performance returned - even if not my fertility.

We now have seven children in total and are back at the stage of a happy sex life together while Heather is pregnant with number eight. We have decided that this must be the last, as although my good job has allowed us to be able to afford the size of house we need, and to be able to clothe and feed our fantastic family, we are finding it increasing difficult to manage them all on a day to day basis. We are also finding it increasingly difficult to explain Heather's nights out to the older kids.

One drastic measure we have thought about is having Heather sterilised in the hope that if she can not get pregnant, then I might not lose my ability to make love to her again.
It is a big risk, as it may not work out, and even if it does Heather is not sure she wants to be permanently a one man woman. Neither am I sure about losing my subspace experiences.

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Deny yourself by all means

This tale starts three months ago when I arrived home from the USA from a ten day business trip to both the East and West coasts, ending up with the long overnight flight back from Los Angeles, arriving in the early afternoon into Heathrow.

While I was away, I indulged in my fantasy play based around my wife, Heather, being my dominant mistress who makes me wear my CB3000 whenever I am away from her, and even imagining that it is a permanent fixture.

In fact nothing could have been further from the truth. Although my wife knew that I had the CB3000 and fantasised about her being dominant with me, she actually was always too caring to want to deprive me (her words) and in fact really did not want to be involved with chastity play or be involved with the CB3000 at all.

Heather knew, because I told her, that I would play the submissive slave role out by putting on my CB3000 before I left home on these trips, and would keep it on until I got home again at the end of the trip. All the time secured by one of the plastic tags that do not set off the security alarms at the airport. She thought I was mad, but since I was away from her and it didn't affect her, she would say "Deny yourself by all means, but don't expect me to do the same", and I knew she meant that her favourite vibrator would be pressed into service when she felt like it, even if I denied myself.

I initially tried to get Heather involved with "tease and denial" at home, but she was not interested. However over the last two years, I encouraged her to focus on her own needs in the bedroom and had been making some headway with persuading her that she did not always have to accommodate me inside her, if she felt sexy but didn't want the bother of all the mess of me going off inside her. And so a form of "tease and denial" had been initiated. After a while of her asking whether I wanted her to give me a hand job after she had finished her own orgasm after these love making sessions, I had also persuaded her that I didn't need to be finished off. She came to realise that I did in fact enjoy this soft form of "tease and denial" and because this didn't require her actually to do anything other than enjoy sex, she tolerated it. She admitted that I had become a pretty attentive lover, and that my technique was such that she always had a really strong orgasm. She had muttered a bit about missing a good cock every now and again, but she didn't seem all that bothered as she seemed content to have me make her go off.

The overall effect of this was that she was willing to make love far more frequently (which I thoroughly enjoyed), although the times I went off inside her was becoming fewer and fewer (which I also perversely enjoyed).

Anyway, back to three months ago.

When I arrived at Heathrow, I was met by my usual taxi to take me home, and driving along the M4 the phone rang. It was Heather.

She had just popped out of work to welcome me back home, and to warn me that she had to go out to a club that she was involved with in the evening, but that she was going to be home from work as soon as she could to see me first.

When I got home I quickly unpacked as usual and had a shower and fresh set of clothes, and waited in anticipation for Heather to get home.

She wasn't long, but instead of our usual enjoyable re-union and a rush of exchange of stories about the time apart, I was very surprised when she announced that she wanted to "have a quickie" before she went out.

Not being one to turn such an offer down, it must have taken me all of 20 nanoseconds to get stripped off and between the sheets. Heather quickly followed and discovered to her pleasure that Percy was well risen for the occasion.

"Has poor little Percy been locked up while he was away from his little pussy", she teased, fondling Percy with one hand, and grabbing her vibrator in the other. "Well you might as well have stayed in your little cage because you're going nowhere just now. I don't have time to clean myself up before going out".

Wow! This was a radical departure for Heather, who had never before showed anything other than distaste for the CB3000, and always our first love making session after I was away included me coming inside Heather as I had by definition already been denied for a week or more. She always used to believe that I needed relief after being away from her for a week or more.

I didn't have much time to think about it though, as it took her less than five minutes to get to a crashing orgasm as my fingers fondled and her vibrator did the hard work.

There was no offer of "finishing you off" for me, and she kissed me sexily as she hurriedly pulled her clothes back on and headed out to her club, leaving me feeling as exhausted as if I had been in the middle of a whirlwind (which is what it felt like!)

After she went out I was tempted to finish myself off, especially as for years Heather has been a once (at the most) a day girl and so satisfaction later on was most certainly not assured. However, I mused that since I fantasised over "tease and denial", actually I had just been given what I craved, so resolved to see how the rest of the night panned out.

Heather usually arrives home just after 9pm from her club, so I waited up for her despite being tired. By 9.30pm she hadn't shown up, and so I though that she must have gone with the crowd for a drink, which is not unusual in itself, but she usually does call me up and tell me, and I usually go and have a drink with them all and walk her home. Anyway, I wasn't worried, and sure enough she arrived home at around 10.30pm, saying that she hadn't called me because I might have gone to sleep, and explaining that her flushed appearance was from her walking briskly back from the pub to see me.

This time, we exchanged all our news about the week, our kids (who have both left home) and I gave her the present of a set of hand made earrings which I had bought for her. She gave me a really big hug for those!

I pleaded that I was tired from jetlag, and so we headed for bed.

As we settled down, I thought to sleep, we snuggled together and as we clung to each other she said to my amazement "Let's make love again, I want to say thank you for the earrings".

Once again though, she said she would prefer me not to come in as "these are clean sheets, and anyway you get more excited by not coming in so I'm giving you a special thank you aren't I?"

As I fondled Heather and slid a finger up her, she was very wet, which made my denial even more sweet and frustrating. Her extra wetness intrigued me, and I thought that her new assertiveness and positive role in "tease and denial" must be turning her on.

Afterwards, we snuggled again and then went to sleep. As I drifted off, feeling frustrated but happy, I puzzled a bit over the evening. Surprise number one: Heather had jumped on me as soon as we met up, whereas usually we talk and may be make love at bedtime. Surprise number two: she had not wanted me in, whereas she usually does first time after we have been apart. Surprise number three: she wanted to make love again a few hours later, whereas she hasn't wanted to make love twice in a day for years. Surprise number four: she didn't want me in a second time, knowing we had had a long time apart. Well, maybe all my blandishments about tease and denial were really working. Surprise number five: how wet and ready she was. But most of all, Surprise number six: acknowledging the CB3000 and (I think) consciously giving me some "tease and denial".

The next day was Saturday, so the alarm was not set and we both slept in. When we woke up there was a distinct smell of dried semen, and I was worried that I must have cum in the night, but didn't remember doing so, nor did the bed around me seem matted. I just hoped Heather wouldn't notice because she would be annoyed about the clean sheets being messed up. When she awoke, true to weekend form Heather was frisky before we got up, but once again suggested that I just make her come and go without myself, which I was quite happy to do.

Thinking I was on a roll here, I was very attentive to Heather's sexual needs all weekend, but she wasn't interested again on the Saturday, or the Sunday.

Monday I was at work and, knowing that Heather would be out at an evening class until about 9pm, I told Heather that I would work late. I duly arrived home about 10pm. Heather arrived soon afterwards, again quite flushed from walking quickly up the road, and she was hot to make love again, although still discouraging of me coming in. I was delighted to find her quite wet again.

The pattern continued, with Heather not being interested in Sex on the nights when she and I were both in early, but was always keen and very wet and ready every evening that either she was out herself or else when I arrived home late. I began to find excuses for being home later, because I knew those would be sex nights.

However, she never encouraged me to come in her, and being (in my mind) her sex slave, I did not push it. I was very happy that she seemed to be getting so turned on so regularly. Our once or twice a week has suddenly risen to seven or eight times, granted it was Heather alone that was cumming.

Two weeks after I got home, on the Saturday, she said that she needed to go out shopping and left about 10am in the morning, saying that she would not be home until late afternoon. She actually got home about 4pm, and almost immediately encouraged me into bed, and, at last, to enter her. As it was nearly for weeks since I had that pleasure, I sunk Percy into her and I had never known her so slick and ready. Her wetness made her feel cavernous, and I could hardly feel her, but the slick warmth and my build up of four weeks quickly made me pump my seed inside her. She was not best amused, as I couldn't last until she had her orgasm, and as her muscles started to squeeze as she used her vibrator, she inadvertently and spontaneously pushed my now limp Percy out, together with a load of cum.

Although I felt that I had come a lot, the amount she squeezed out as she had her own orgasm, and which ran down her thighs onto the sheet, seemed far more than I thought I had pumped into her. I must be more macho than I thought.

The next two weeks were much the same, with me being denied the whole time, but Heather being definitely randy and very wet whenever I arrived home late or she had been out herself earlier in the evening.

On the Sunday afternoon, the phone rang and she rushed to it before I had a chance to answer. It was a friend of hers who had, apparently, just broken up with her boyfriend and so Heather had to go and comfort her. I may be away all night Heather told me as she left, see you tomorrow (Monday) when you get back from work.

On the Monday evening, I arrived home to find that Heather had been crying. She wouldn't tell me why, saying that her hormones were just affecting her. But she was not interested in sex, and remained uninterested for the next two weeks, and didn't seem to go out to her clubs nearly as much, and certainly was back pretty promptly from those that she did go to. I was not very happy, as by now I had been without for four weeks again, but being denied is only fun if there is some "tease" with it, and Heather being completely off sex hardly counted as "tease and denial". I kept asking her what was wrong, but she just rather shortly replied "nothing", and that she "just didn't feel like it".

Then at the end of those two weeks, later in the evening on Friday there was another phone call, and Heather said that this friend of hers, with the boyfriend trouble, desperately needed her comfort again and she rushed upstairs and had a shower and headed out dressed in some of her sexiest gear, including a very sexy black bra and pantie set that I had bought her as a present. I thought that it was extremely thoughtful of her as I guessed that she must be planning on taking her friend out to some club or other to help her get over the boyfriend trouble.

Heather arrived home late the following afternoon, and looked very hot and flustered. She had obviously had a very difficult time helping out her friend, and was keen to have a relaxing bath. I ran a nice bubble bath for her, and helped her get undressed and into the bath.

I couldn't help but notice that she had lost her knickers. Clearly she had got up so quickly that morning that she forgot them. That would also account for the matted pubic hair, as without her knickers there was nothing to soak up the sweat as she drove home in the heat. Our car has leather seats and it can get quite sweaty. She also had bruises around her nipples, and when I showed concern, she told me that some idiot had made her brake hard and that she had bashed against the steering wheel. I really must get the seat belts checked, that shouldn't have happened.

When we went to bed that night, she was obviously feeling pretty frisky, and since I hadn't been inside her for four weeks I begged her to let me enter her, saying that she must fancy a cock inside her after all this time. She seemed amused by the idea, although I couldn't quite work out why and once she got going she opened her legs wide and invited me to climb on.

As I pounded away inside her, she hardly seemed to notice, but when I started to come she got pretty angry, telling me that she could hardly feel me and that all I had succeeded in doing was making her mucky without giving her any pleasure. Almost before I had subsided, she pushed me out and rolled me on my back and climbed on top of me.

"I think there will have to be some changes", she said. "I can hardly feel you inside me nowadays, and I find you so much better as my 'Sex Slave' fondling the bits I tell you to, while I use my vibrator".

"I would like that to be your permanent role", she went on, "that and giving me a good licking whenever I feel like it. You can start by licking me to the orgasm I missed, and by the way cleaning all your cum out of me".

And so I did. It was the first time I had licked her out after cumming in her and the taste seemed different, but I have now learned that this is the way she tastes most of the time. When I finished she climbed up astride me and looking down at me said "And, since you wont be using that little Percy of yours on me, I don't want you getting any other ideas, so I will permit you to wear your CB3000 whenever you leave the house - and you can leave the key with me"

So, for the next six weeks up to now that has been my role. After a week or so of me taking the CB3000 on and off, she got fed up with me asking her for the key and told me to leave it on permanently (apart from a weekend cleanout).

She nearly always now asks me to lick her to an orgasm when she gets in late and is feeling sexy. She often seems to lose her knickers nowadays, and she is always wettest and keenest to have me lick her to orgasm when that happens.

I did offer to buy her a nice big dildo, since she complained about not being able to feel me, but she answered that "she only enjoyed the real thing". I apologised to her that I was not bigger, and that I was sorry that she was having to go without. I couldn't quite work out why she thought this was so funny, she was almost hysterical, but I was glad my offer had pleased her so much.

It is six weeks since I last came, and after begging her, Heather has agreed that she will let me come in her in another two weeks on our wedding anniversary.

So, my fantasy has become a reality. I wonder what has changed her?

I know there is no point in trying

From time to time I fantasised about my wife "controlling" me, and even tried to get her to keep me locked up in a CB 3000 that I had bought. She didn't want to know, and some time later actually told me that my intensity about the whole scene nearly drove her away from me. So I backed off, and ended up just fantasising about her being dominant whilst having a very loving and caring relationship.

I would resort to using the CB 3000 when I was working at home, and often when I was away on business trips, leaving the key at home and pretending that I was locked up by my wife.

I have never ever felt tempted to stray in the direction of another woman, and have (after a fashion which I will explain) kept true to her. However wearing the CB 3000 on business trips ended up having an unexpected consequence.

When I belted myself up and went away on business trips, I would very often spend the long flights and the even longer evenings staying in hotels by myself, fantasising about the uncontrollable stud that was needing to be belted by his wife. LOL! One quite long trip to the USA, I belted myself up before I left home to go to London airport for an early-morning flight and because of the airport scanners I used one of the plastic tags that comes with the CB 3000 and which has a serial number on it. Once installed, the only way of getting out of the CB 3000 is to break the tag, and since they are all individually serial numbered "your key holder" would know that you had been a naughty boy. That's the theory anyway.

It was a very long week moving from hotel to hotel, visiting companies during the day and, unusually, none of the people that I visited invited me out for the evening. So the evenings ended up feeling long and boring. I usually spend half an hour in the fitness room at the hotel before going down and having a leisurely dinner and then end up watching American football or a film on the television. During dinner I would take a novel down and sit there reading.

One evening I looked up from my novel to realise that about five or six other singles were around the restaurant all doing exactly the same thing. Two of them were quite attractive women, although neither in the full flush of youth, and so my fantasies started to work away. I started to imagine that I really was this megastud and was bold enough to go over to try and pick up one or other of these ladies. One of the things that has always held me back from chatting up single woman in hotels, has been the fear of success rather than failure, because I want to stay faithful to my wife, and was worried how I would extricate myself without upsetting someone if I did chat to them and they wanted more than just a casual friendly conversation.

Over the next couple of nights this scenario more or less repeated itself, until by the third night I had the radical idea that I actually had the ideal defence against my concern. If I were to find that one of these ladies did expect me to take them to bed, I could use the CB 3000 as the excuse as to why not. All of a sudden, lonely evenings in hotels looked to be a possible thing of the past. That night I slept on the idea, firmly resolved to give it a try the following evening.

The following evening found me in a Courtyard Marriott hotel near White Plains, and as luck would have it two more moderately attractive single women having dinner. Over the top of my novel I sized them up, and had just about decided on one of the two when she took her laptop out of her briefcase and started to work. I switched my attention to the other one, and when she reached coffee I got up from my table and went over to hers.

"Excuse me", I said in a well rehearsed line, "I'm not trying to pick you up, in fact that would be a pointless thing to me to do as I'm well prepared to explain to you if you would like me to, but I did notice that you, like me, were sitting on your own, and I thought you might just welcome some friendly conversation over your coffee".

"Are you English?" she replied, as if that explained my weird behaviour. When I admitted that I was, she then went on to say "I have an aunt living in Cheltenham, I wonder if you know her?"

I'm sure that many Americans think that England is a small town of 500 people who all know each other; however the ice was broken and I sat down with her and she introduced herself as Sharon, and we spent a very pleasant hour talking together with no flirting whatsoever.

Eventually, she apologised and said that she needed to get to bed because she had to get up early to go to the airport. There was still with no hint of invitation in the "get to bed". But she paused "But, one thing before I go, please explain to me. What did you mean by it being pointless you trying to pick me up? When you originally said that, I thought you must be gay, but clearly from our talking about your family and your wife, you aren't."

The fantasy machine swung into action, "Oh", I said casually, "that is because my wife makes me wear a chastity belt when I'm away on business trips to stop me from cheating on her, so any attempt to take you to bed would be pointless".

The effect was everything I could have hoped for. She just looked at me in amazement. "You haven't in the least bit tried to get me into bed", she said, "so I can't see what she's worried about."

"Yes", I replied, "but that's because I know there is no point in trying"

Then to my amazement, she grabbed me by the arm, and steered me towards the lift. "Please" she said, "can I see this device that you have on. I have heard about such things but never met anyone who used one before".

I just didn't know what to do, and let her steer me into the lift and up to her bedroom. Once inside the door, we just looked at each other in embarrassment for a while, and then she said "why don't I go into the bathroom for a moment while you prepare yourself and then call me out when you're ready".

I took off my shoes and trousers, and then stood up to inspect myself in the mirror. The socks, shirt and CB 3000 looked so stupid, so I decided to strip off entirely, and then feeling horribly naked, I got into her bed and pulled the sheet up over my middle.

Sharon appeared out of the bathroom when I called, wearing only her bra and knickers, and looked really attractive. She was heavier than my own petite wife, which I found different and alluring.

"I hope you don't mind", she said, "but I thought it was unfair of me to ask you to strip off without me being prepared to do the same".

She came and sat down beside me on the bed, and after a gesture from me slowly peeled the sheet back to reveal my throbbing Percy in his cage. The sight clearly fascinated her and she asked if I minded her feeling and looking more closely. Did I mind!

After a few minutes, she took her bra and knickers off and slipped into bed beside me, and still fondling and feeling around the CB 3000, she asked "this is making me so hot, it's unbelievable, would you mind very much if I make myself go off while you snuggle up against me so that I can hold your caged up prick with one hand whilst bringing myself off with the other.

I think that the whole episode must have got her so hot, that it only took a couple of minutes of her to be writhing around on the bed as she had a very prolonged orgasm.

"Wow", she uttered at last, "that was amazing, and it has the benefit of not having to worry about "safe sex" or spunk all over the sheets. I think I know what my hubby is getting for his next Christmas present!"

"Is there no way that you can come in that device", she asked. I didn't quite tell all the truth in telling her "No", in that it is possible to pull out, but it is also uncomfortable to masturbate half in and half out, and you certainly cannot service a woman when you have pulled out and still have the contraption hanging round your balls.

We talked for about 10 more minutes, and then she apologised again and said she really did need to be getting to sleep in order to get up to catch a plane in the morning. After I had got dressed she kissed me very sweetly goodbye and I went back to my own bedroom to a very frustrated night during which I was sorely tempted to break the seal, but since I didn't have another seal with me, I resisted or else I would not be able to repeat the practice the following night, and the outcome with Sharon made me keen to try again.

Since that time, I have repeated the scenario a number of times, with (depending on how you measure it) different levels of success. The most part, I just end up having a pleasant hour with my lady of choice, but many of them at some point come back to my opening line. Some just look at me as though I am mad, some are disbelieving about my CB story, and one or two even angrily thought I was making it up just to put them off. Following those episodes, I carry a photo of a CB 3000 with me to show them, which not infrequently results in a request to see what it really looks like on, but apart from Sharon there have only been two other encounters which ended up as sexual encounters, and I'll save them for another time.