Fiona, my long-term partner, and I had started dipping our toe into the chastity lifestyle after about five years of our relationship.
She had started to become dissatisfied with my sexual performance. Well, she said she had always been dissatisfied, but that’s a different story. She told me that the only way I had ever given her any kind of sexual satisfaction was with my tongue, but I didn’t do it often enough or for long enough, and she wanted it to change. A couple of minutes thrusting with my inadequate cock was not doing anything for her, so I may as well save my energy and keep it to myself.
That’s where the chastity cage came in. She said she had read somewhere that men in chastity were more attentive and easier to live with. I’d never heard about chastity devices until this conversation. Anyhow, a couple of days later, a package came for me. I opened it to reveal my first ever device.
She helped me put it on. I must admit I quite enjoyed the experience. It felt nice to wear, wasn’t uncomfortable, so I was happy if it made her happy. The best thing about it was her change in attitude. She became much more attentive, dressing more provocatively around the house and in public. She actually became a bit of a tease. The other effect of the cage was that she became more dominant when it came to getting what she wanted, when she wanted, sexually.
The first month was totally permanent. She said it would get us both used to the new lifestyle. It was difficult to sleep caged at first, but as the month went on, it got less of a problem. Shower time became a couple’s thing. She would make sure I was kept clean down there, and I would give her soothing, soapy massages. Then we would dry off, and I would pleasure her in any way she pleased. She even started to explore some anal play, which she had never shown any interest in before. I would lick her pussy while fingering her ass, or sometimes she would insert a vibrating plug in her ass while I licked, which got her off quicker if she didn’t have much time.
After the month had passed, she told me that this was how she wanted us to live now and, if I agreed to make it our little secret, she would take the cage off once a month and stroke my cock until I came—not just a quick hand job like normal, but a slow, sensual release.
We both agreed that this would be our new life.
Our little secret, as she called it, changed our relationship completely. Fiona seemed happier, more confident, and sexually charged. She started to dress to show off her body. We were in our late thirties, but she kept in shape, had a flat stomach, big, slightly droopy breasts, and a plump but firm ass. None of my friends had really noticed her until this change, but she had definitely started turning heads.
We had a good social network and often went out with other couples. Our closest friends were Alexy and Si, a similar age. Alexy was slim and athletic, with small breasts, while Si was a dark-haired, six-foot-something ex-footballer who loved the gym, playing golf, and suchlike since he stopped playing football. Fiona had always had an eye for him, but obviously, with him being her best friend’s man, nothing had ever happened.
One evening, after a lovely meal and plenty of drinks at their house, the subject of sexual prowess came up. During the conversation, the topic became dominated by the size of Si’s cock, with Alexy telling Fiona that it was so big that sometimes it was too much for her, and Si would get frustrated because she couldn’t take it as often as he liked. To my amazement, Fiona told them that she had the opposite problem. Everyone found this highly amusing—obviously, except for me.
After a couple more drinks, Alexy said she had an idea.
“Si can take Fiona upstairs and show her my problem and see if she can help. I’ll stay down here with Chris and see if he’s a better fit.”
Fiona, without hesitation, grabbed Si by the hand and pulled him towards the stairs. As they disappeared, she giggled.
“Perhaps she can help with your little secret.”
I was flabbergasted and became a little flustered. Alexy took my hand and put it on her knee, then moved it up until my hand was between her thighs, obviously intrigued to find out what my little secret was. Slowly, I started to relax a little, and we began to make out, kissing passionately.
Our embrace was broken when we began to hear Fiona moaning from upstairs, a kind of muffled moan. Alexy thought that Si was fucking Fiona’s mouth. I sat listening. When I came back to earth, Alexy was naked in front of me, her slim, athletic body tight and glistening with perspiration. She pulled my shirt over my head and started unbuttoning my pants. I didn’t know what to do. It was too late to say no.
By now, Fiona was moaning loudly, and I could hear the bed banging against the wall. It was obvious he was fucking her hard and that she was loving it. Alexy had now got her thumbs in my pants and was pulling them down. She wasn’t looking down, though; she was looking at the ceiling.
“He’s balls deep,” she giggled. “She won’t be the same next time you’re in her.”
In one movement, she pulled down my pants. I stepped out of them, and she looked down.
“Oh my,” she said when she saw the cage. “Is this your little secret, then?”
She gave my balls a good slap with the flat of her hand and laughed.
“You’d better get to work with that tongue.”
I climbed between her legs and started work on her beautiful shaved pussy. I licked her to several big orgasms while we both listened to Si hammering his big fat cock into Fiona’s pussy