Melissa Writes

Hi Guys...this is Melissa. I know, I usually don't write here, but today, after reading my husbands previous post I thought I would put in my two cents worth. After all, the idea of him wearing a chastity cage is my idea, so I told him I was going to write about it on his blog. It's part of my new femdom persona I guess.

I've been reading about the 'femdom' movement for a little while, and to some degree, before I even knew what it was, my husband and I have been practicing it. I think it comes very close to the cuckold lifestyle, only taken a little further, and even speaks to the idea of 'orgasm denial' which is something I have just started with my husband. He likes to watch me...so that is all he gets to do unless I say different. Having him in one of those cock cages, well that would just add to the sexiness of it. He couldn't even jerk himself off!

But...I am not sure if this is the way to go or not, so I am putting the idea out to you guys. Anyone have one of the cages, or male chastity belts? Does your wife enjoy it? Do you?

Male Chastity

Melissa is still talking about getting me some kind of male chastity device like The CURVE male chastity belt She says it will be fun! Uh-huh...for her...I dunno maybe for me too. It is something different that is for sure. I just don't know about being controlled quite that much. It's one thing to enjoy watching her, and sometimes participating, but now...well this is different. I've noticed her leaning more in that direction of late, treating me a little differently, living up to the cuckoldress name a little bit more all the time. Now, with this idea, we are getting into more of a 'femdom' relationship, and I am just not quite sure how I feel about it.

In truth, I probably feel turned on by the idea. In some of our experiences, she has turned on the woman in charge attitude and ordered me around, making me feel quite submissive. At the time, it turned me on, so I suppose it would be the same now. In fact, as I sit here writing this, the idea is gaining ground. The idea of the chastity device is kind of intriquing actually, depending on when and where she intends for me to wear it.

On the other hand, the idea of her teasing me all the while my penis is locked in a cage, unable to react, well, that has some merit. It might be fun to try it anyway.I am not going to say I won't do it, but I am going to need to think about it a little more. Imagine wearing that 'cage' when she is getting banged by some other guy, being forced to watch, maybe rub her feet or worse, his, or something like that. I'm not too keen on that idea....

Bringing A Guy Home

His name is Mark, and right now Mark is upstairs in our bed with Melissa. They are both naked and asleep, tired from a night of debauchery...sex....lots of sex. I just peeked in on them, they Melissa is laying on her back, with her legs open, her cunny looks so tender, her lips even look swollen. He is on his back, his cock is soft, but hanging between his legs, still looking big and powerful.

I'm not sure, but I think Mark is probably in his late 30's maybe early 40's. He's single, so he has no where to be today, Sunday, except whereever he ended up Saturday night. This Saturday night he ended up between my horny wife's open legs. She met him at the Corral, a local country music dance bar, where she had gone with the express purpose of meeting someone to bring home and it worked. Didn't hurt that when she left the house, she was in a mini dress with not much else, just a little thong and high heels.

I drove her to the bar and dropped her off, as per her instructions, returning about two hours later. When I went inside, paid the cover and strolled to the bar, I saw Melissa on the dance floor with the guy that turned out to be Mark. They were dancing close and she looked to be enjoying his six foot frame, her arms around him, his around her, with her dress pulled up. As we had arranged, I got myself beneath one of the neon bar signs at 10:30 so she could see me and let me know how things were going. I caught her eye as the song ended and they headed back to their table. I saw her excuse herself and head for the washroom. Waiting in the hallway, when she came out, she handed me something, all balled up, I took it, it was her thong, and it felt damp....

"Yes" she said, smiling at me, "He's coming home with us."

Melissa had told him about me, and how she cucked me regularly, and that I wouldn't mind, infact I would love to know she was fucking him. He had been cool with it, she told me later, not even raising an eyebrow.

So, after a brief introduction, where he shook my hand, I offered to drive them home....

What followed was a wonderful night, culminating in Melissa screaming in orgasm, as Mark slid his swollen cock between her open legs, her pussy stretching to take him, her legs wrapping around his back as they began a long, deep, missionary fuck.

I watched from the side of the bed, dressed in the little thong she made me wear, my hard cock stretching the fabric, as the sight of my wife taking it deep and hard, drove me crazy. At one point she reached over and pulled my thong down, giggling as she pointed to my little cock, and whispered something to Mark, he smiled, but didn't stop fucking her, infact, drove deeper, bringing her attention back to him.

Afterwards, they cuddled on the bed, her arms around him, her legs open, letting me see where he had been, giving me a good view of her open pussy, still wet, and so pink.....

I have to go make some coffee for them now, I wonder what today will bring......

You Don't

Melissa's pussy had the scent of a man, as I crawled in between her open legs, moving up on the bed, until I was face to face with her slit, which was open, and red, and wet.

Traces of white cum still lingered between her lips, at least until I took the first lick, sliding my tongue over her swollen lips, making almost a slurping noise as she moaned, obviously enjoying the feeling of my tongue on her pussy.

"Yes...that is good...sooo good..."she moaned, "lick me...lick my pusseeeee....."

I licked, tasting her, fully aware that she had spent the last four hours fucking and sucking her latest bull, knowing she had probably cum several times, knowing he had enjoyed her before me, leaving me with her freshly fucked body. I knew he had seen her cum, knew he had seen her body, naked and wanton, ready for him, urging him to fuck her, hard...I know what she would have been saying to him....

She would have told him how much she wanted his big cock, how she needed it, and how he satisfied her. She would have sucked him voraciously, taking as much of his hard cock in her mouth that she could, until she was almost gagging....I wondered if she told him how much smaller I was, how I didn't have what she needed....but I didn't ask, she would only tell me what she wanted me to know anyway.

Now, she was home, bringing her body back to her cuck, telling me she needed to be cleaned up, needed some tenderness, footrub and then some licking maybe, if I did a good job on the footrub....I guess I did, because she laid back on the bed, spread her legs wide and said, "Go ahead, lick my pussy, give me your tongue...that's it...that's a good boy....mmmmmm" She held my head in her hands, holding me to her crotch, pressing me against her wet lips.

My cock was throbbing, wanting release, needing to fuck her, but she wouldn't have any of it, "Just lick me, you know the rules, I decide when you fuck me, and when you don't, right now you don't."