My descent into cuckold/sissy[40][MF][Chastity]

I wake up the next morning determined to talk about this with Daisy, although to be honest I’m not really sure what I’m going to talk about.

Cuming while watching a video of “Steve” just giving her such pleasure last night….it did something.

I love her and honestly think she’s loves me, but I can’t, and probably never could, fufill that part of our relationship. Steve could.

I wake her up with a kiss and she welcomes it, and tell her I’m going down to make her breakfast before I leave for work…so I head down stairs.

She joins me a bit later, breakfast plated and waiting for her…

“Good morning”, she offers.

“Hi…you already look nice this morning.”

“Thanks hun…”

“Can….I wanted to talk. I’m not sure about what. Sex related. I know I’m not the best…but, I’m also not blind.”

“What do you mean?”, she asks honestly.

“I saw how you were with that guy last night”, of course I remember his name…”you seemed, physically happy to be with him.”

“…”, she doesn’t say.

“I’m not asking about, or suggesting anything between you two, but i’m also not a fool. I get it, he’s a good lookin’ dude, and i’m…well, i’m me.”

“I don’t”, she is speechless, but interested in where this is going.

“I just wanted to let you know…I know my limitations, and I’m offering you an oportunity…”, I default to a technical explination.

She launches out of her chair and wraps me up in her arms….

“Really? You’d be into that?”

“I love you, and I think you still love me?…so if you need this, what ever it takes. I just want to give you the best of everything, and that is obviously not me in the bedroom, sooo…”

“I do love you!!” she kisses me…”and this means so much that you’re so kind and willing to do this for me. I’ll take care of everything!”

Well, that went better than I imagined, I think…? What is there to take care of?

“Ok, um…that was easier than I was expecting. Kinda shocked I guess.”

“No, no it’s perfect, and you’re perfect…except of course…”, she grins at me with a grin I’ve never seen before. “Perfect!”

She leaves the room without another word, so I clean up wondering what exactly has just happened. She’s been thinking about this for a while, or I just gave her an excuse if she had been cheating on me already…either way I’ve put my foot in it for sure.

I head to work for a lack of anything else to do.

I come home, late as usual and find that dinner has been made. Daisy is bouncing around finishing up a few things here and there and is seated when I return from the office and stop off to wash up.

As we eat, she’s almost giddy…asking about my day and touching my hand. I’m nervous and wonder if Steve is hiding in the closet waiting to jump out and take her on the dinning room table before I have a chance to clean up.

But no…we eat, I clean up and we relax a bit on the couch.

“Why don’t you go take a shower…I’ve got things ready for you…a gift”, she says.

Of course I eagerly follow her already laid out plan, and head to the bedroom. Showered, I head back into the bedroom and find her on the bed, still in her “night clothes”. I think I was expecting the gift to be something lacy and new, but…I guess not.

“Go on…lay down…”

Not being able to read the room, I lay down across the foot of the bed, still wearing a towel around my waist.

She stands at the edge of the bed between my feet, barely reaching the end of the mattress. I jump at her touch, as her hands hold my ankles still.

“Relax, babe…I know it’s been a while, but don’t be scared. I promise you’re safe.” Her words are reassuring, so I settle in.

Her hands ride up my legs to the bottom of the towel…and slide up underneath. It’s (finally?) obvious she wants me naked so together we get the towel out from under me and she tosses it aside.

My cock flops a little as it starts to chub up…my gorgeous wife looking at me, hands moving up my thighs now as she starts crawling onto the bed, between my legs. She pushes them further and further apart.

I catch my breath as the sensation is incredable…it has indeed been a while.

“Go on…lay back. I’ll take care of everything.”

I take a deep breath, and with a last look around to see if Steve might pop up out of no where, I give into my wifes touch, lay my head back and close my eyes.

She steps off the bed breifly but returns, and I hear the familiar sounds of a lotion bottle opening. My cock is happy to hear it, and starts to swell.

She quickly and unexpectedly grabs my package…all of me…scrotum and cock, and pulls at them. Her warm oily hand brings back memories of the past when this was a regular event.

I open myself a bit more to her as she “bundles” me in her hand, wrapping her slender fingers around everything. It feels good…warm. Tight. Her hands feel strong as they slide roughly over my cock and then down over my balls….

This might be the gift! Did she research new techniques? The sensation makes me arch my hips up into the air.

Her fingers press against the tip of my swollen cock, and push down the head, the shaft an I feel them in the base around my cock…pressing hard.

Never has she held me so tightly.

She fumbles a bit, but works with determination…I’m gasping for air at these new feelings, her fingers work my cock, pushing me repeatadly into my stomach…i hear … i hear the sound of metal banging together.

The gift must be a new toy, a device to stimulate me, and i love it…my cock feels as if it’s swollen beyond anything I’ve felt before.

“There…all done”, she says.

I don’t really register what she says. My cock feels so warm and tight in her hand, but I’m obviously not “done”.

I open my eyes to see her sitting up on her knees, still dressed, her hands on her own knees, something in her hand.

Confused, I look at my cock as the sensation of her soft but firm hands still press into me.

And I suddenly realize she’s put my in chastity! I’m now looking at my swollen, chubby chock, crammed tightly into a silver cage!

The feelings I felt weren’t her hands touching me softly, sexually….it was the feeling of the tightness of her shoving my swollen cock into what seems like an incrediably small device!

“What the fuck is that!?” I scream, quite uncharacteristically (I’m normally rather calm).

“What? We talked about this? Just this morning!”

“In no way did we talk about … THAT!” I point at cage where my dick used to be!

I try to sit up, but her hands land firmly on my thighs, pinning me to the bed. The best I can do is prop up on my elbows, but that just makes it worse because now I can see the cage, and her rob has opened in the tussle and her perfect titties and just hangin’ there in front of me.

“When did we talk about … whatever that is”…not wanting to admit what it is outloud.

“You said this morning you wanted to let me…explore…and, this is what that means.”

As she speaks, her hands are rubbing my thighs, and she stares directly at the metal cage she has slipped onto me.

Her tone and demeaner are somehow authoritative, yet sexy. She looks at it with almost a hunger in her eye.

My swollen, and very crampt cock is still throbbing. Wheather it is from the physical sensation, or just the idea of being locked up, unable to touch myself…being 100% dependant on her for pleasure how, I can’t say.

“OK”, I find myself saying, “if you want to explore this…”

The grin across her face…

“I think your dick might agree with you. Just look how it’s already trying to escape through the slots along the side.” She raises a hand and gently puts a finger and her thumb on the “tube” part of the device, lifting it, turning it from side to side, amazed at how much my cock is almost oozing out. The sensation of only feeling her touch in certain parts of my increasingly swelling cock is new.

I can’t help but follow her gaze, staring at my own dick, my wifes fingers manipulating me back and forth.

I drip pre-cum and she laughes. My heart skips a beat at the sound, my eyes roll in my head. I can feel my balls tighten as if I’m about to cum and she notices.

“No, no….no way”, she says as she tugs gently on my balls, pulling them away from my body. I want to kiss her so I lean in to try.

She dodges me and with the tip of her finger picks up the pre-cum from my caged cock and smears it on my lips. I make out with her finger now wet from my leaking cock.

Once she’s saticfied, she pulls it out and with both hands holding my face says: “This is going to be so much fun!”

I hope she’s right.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wnwyay/my_descent_into_cuckoldsissy40mfchastity

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