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She flew back home to me after a five-day work retreat in Las Vegas. She told me it was a team building trip that her boss at the trucking company wanted all of the managers to attend. She was in charge of the company sales and marketing division, almost all of the other regional managers were men. While we were apart, she was unable to call or text me, her husband. She warned me that might happen since it was an electronics-free, team-building retreat for her work. Any outside phone calls were for emergencies only. I wondered if she missed me as much as I missed her, or was she kept too distracted by work to think of me?
Over the years, she has learned to handle the men around her at work with the same ease she keeps me in line at home. I knew she could handle herself at her retreat. None-the-less, I was worried about the potential temptations of a Las Vegas retreat. Although we had talked about making our marriage more open in the past, she didn’t seem interested. “Just keep me satisfied, and I won’t have any reason to want an open relationship.” She once joked. At the time, I responded that I planned to work very hard to keep her interested, and she has never complained since.
Bad weather delayed her return flight until after midnight, and I spent the extra time cleaning the house and putting fresh sheets on the bed. When I was finished, I showered. As the warm water and ocean-scented soap enveloped my skin, I wished she was in the shower with me. As I rubbed my fingers across my trimmed chest, I thought of the last time I soaped her small, firm breasts in the shower and washed her long, black hair. That session ended with me on my knees in the shower trying not to choke on the water pouring over her body as I lapped her pussy until her knees got weak.
A tightness grew between my legs as my hands soaped my constrained testicles and cock. The morning she left for her work trip, she woke me up by stroking my morning erection. Then, she asked me not to touch myself while she was gone. In my aroused state, she knew she would get what she asked of me. When I agreed, she stopped stroking me. I suddenly became breathless, and my cock bobbed amusingly in the air, desperate to cum. Instead, she handed me a stainless steel cage to fit around my cock and balls. “It’s a present.” She told me. “This way we both know you’ll keep your promise.” She continued. The cage was short, only about a long as my flaccid penis, so getting any erection while wearing it would be nearly impossible. She smiled and said, “Now, go put it on and give me the keys.” I recalled the sting of her playful slap on my bare ass cheek when I stood up to put on the device. Like mentioned earlier, she knows how to handle men.
The water turned lukewarm as the hot water started running out, and my mind returned to the task of showering. I rinsed the soap off my body and turned off the shower. I felt my cock straining against the metal bars of the cage as it futility tried to expand to a full erection. I could shake the cage and yell out in frustration, but I could not stroke myself to the orgasm that I desperately craved. I would need to wait until she returned with the key tonight to unlock me and set me free. None-the-less, the warm water and soap had felt good, and I justified the long shower by telling myself that everything should be clean for her. Finally, I dried off from the shower and put on my loose-fitting sleep shorts.
She always brought me something special after her work trips. Usually it was treating me to seeing her in a new lingerie set. I often wondered how she had time to shop for lingerie on business trips, but I never asked. I waited up for her and expected her to reveal her newest, sexy lingerie when she came home. Instead, I was rewarded with a the feeling of her bare breasts against my chest as she slipped into bed next to me without a new outfit to show me. My disappointment over her lack of lingerie was short lived until she slid her fingers past the waistband of my shorts and gripped the cage. A satisfied smile appeared on her face, “Oh, I forgot all about this while I was gone.” She teased. “I bet you really want to get out of this thing, don’t you?”
“I do.” I whispered
She got out of bed and retrieved the key from inside her purse which she had placed on top of her dresser. “So were you a good boy while I was gone?” She asked teasingly.
“You know I was.” I responded smartly.
“Maybe I should leave you locked one more night.” She teased. “After all, it looks so cute in such a tiny, compact package.”
“Please, don’t make me wait.” I said expectantly.
She unlocked the cage, and my erection quickly sprang to life. It felt good to be fully erect after almost a week of being locked in a tiny cage. It felt even better when her fingers ran up and down the shaft. Her fingers touched the tip of my cock and rubbed the slick precum around the head. My cock was sensitive after being locked up without being touched for so many days. I shuddered from her touches. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the tingles running through my body.
“It’s nice to know I’ve been missed.” She told me. “But, it has been a very long day, and I want to have more time to enjoy you. We will have more time tomorrow to catch up.”
She pulled her hand away from me. I groaned in frustration as she learned over to turn off the light beside our bed. She snuggled up next to me as I lay on my back. She put her arm across my chest and her leg over mine. I listened as her breathing became deeper and slower. Her body twitched against mine as I realized she had quickly fallen asleep. I lay awake for a while longer until finally, dreams overtook me as well.
We slept until late in the morning. By “sleeping,” I mean that she and I silently snuggled for almost 2 hours between the soft sheets of our bed. Our body heat kept us warm under the covers. My eyes stole glances at her body as we lay nude beside each other. Sometimes, we were a little too warm, and we slid apart. Then, we became too cold, and we embraced each other. My morning erection throbbed in anticipation of the attention I hoped it would receive soon. I decided to be patient instead of rushing and risking spoiling her mood. Eventually, my desire won out and my hands began to trace the curves of her well-toned body as she rested beside me.
While caressing her, I lightly touched the curly hairs of her bush. I thought she was still asleep as I touched her softly, but she was only enjoying our closeness under the covers of the bed as was I. She spoke first and said, “How about I get my vibrator?” I eagerly agreed. She slipped out of bed and retrieved her pink vibrator from the night table drawer. It started buzzing as she quickly returned into bed and buried herself under the warm covers again. She placed it between her legs as she lay back next to me. Sometimes, I’m jealous of that vibrator and how easily it gives her an orgasm. Today, I was just excited she was home with me.
As I watched her play with the vibrator, she teased me, “How does my pussy look after so many days away?”
I looked down between her legs, “Oh, wow!” I exclaimed in surprise. Below her tuft of bush, she was completely bare from her clit down to her ass. I caressed her body, neck, breasts, and stomach as she held the vibrator against her clit.
“I had a spa day and got waxed. I thought you’d like that.” She giggled.
“What made you do that?” I asked. “I mean, I love it, but you’ve never even shaved down there before. You always hated the idea of maintaining a smooth pussy.” I tried to reach between her legs to feel her smooth pussy, but she slapped my hand away, telling me to wait. Meanwhile, her vibrator kept its prized place against her clit. Instead, I retreated to the periphery and caressed her thighs and kissed them.
She paused before answering my question and focused on her clit. “Mmmm, what makes you think I did it for you?” She told me, then “…Actually, I need to be honest with you, I lost a bet. You’re not mad are you?” Her hand found my rigid cock, “Your cock doesn’t seem mad. Besides, It was just a stupid bar bet. There was a game on in the casino, and I was drinking. The guys were talking about going out to a strip club.”
“Wait. Strip club? You went to a Vegas strip club for work?”
“No. They wanted to go to the strip club. I wanted to stay in my room all night.” You corrected me before continuing, “Anyway, one thing led to another, and there was a drunk bet. I lost the wager and ended up getting waxed.”
“Sounds like quite the wild time.” I responded, suspicious over what else may have transpired. I kissed my way from her thighs to her firm bottom and down her legs to her toes. I became lost in the sensation of her skin against my lips. Her toenails appeared professionally polished in a feminine pale-pink color. “You polished your toes, too I see. Also not for me?” I teased her. Then, I brought my lips to her toes and worshiping each toe separately. “Nope. That must have been for me.” I declared before I licked my way upwards to her inner thighs. She finally rewarded my efforts by opening her legs to invite me to the intimate regions between them.
I slid my head between her legs. I inhaled her intoxicating scent and licked around the vibrator that was buzzing on her clit. She started moaning. I licked my way towards her clit, and the vibrator gave way. It slid off her clit and allowed my tongue to tease her sensitive flesh. She ground herself into my face, and I tasted her for the first time in almost a week. I savored her as I would fine chocolate or carefully aged wine. Her bare pussy against my tongue felt new and exciting. I could feel more precum dripping from my cock. She moaned, and her breathing quickened. Her arousal fed my own and I groaned in response to her moaning. My face felt her growing wetness. She needed something firm inside her wet hole. I took the vibe from her and pushed it against her opening, but she would not allow it.
“No.” She told me. “I only want the real thing inside me right now.”
I returned the vibe to her hand and straightened myself up. I positioned my hips between her legs as I knelt on the bed. With one hand on the vibe, her other hand took my cock and guided me inside as she lay on her back. In the morning light, I could see the woman I loved in front of me. Her perfect, round breasts and erect nipples deserved caressing. Her long black hair highlighted the soft features of her face against the light-colored pillow. Seeing how beautiful she looked underneath my body made my mind cloud as the fire of passion burned brighter inside me.
My mind tried to fill in what happened during the time she was away. I thought about how she makes other men lust for her just by walking around in her form-fitting tights or a flowing dress. I thought about how jealous I was that other men got to enjoy seeing her while I was denied it by our distance from each other. I remembered last year when we started sharing fantasies about sharing her with other men. I wanted more than a fantasy, and she agreed as long as whatever she did would be her secret to tell me or not. So, I wondered, did she make our fantasy real while she were away? I thought about her comment that she spent the night in her hotel room.
“That night you made the bet and you said you stayed in, were you alone in your hotel room?” I could not resist asking as the thought nagged at me more.
“That is for me to know.” She replied fueling my fantasies further. She loved to tease me, but she told me that my jealousy was why she would not share the secrets of any possible conquests with me. Yet, in spite of my jealous feelings and suspicions, I grew more excited as I thought about her sharing herself with another man.
As I buried my cock in her pussy, my eyes noticed the signs of another lover on her body. I missed those signs last night in the darkness, but in the morning sun, her secrets were revealed. I saw the minor bruise on her left hip and the reddened skin near her right nipple.
“How did you get that bruise? It looks like a bite.” I accuse her.
“Oh, I guess I bumped into something.” She replied, but in my mind I knew better. It was a leftover bite from her secret lover. Who was it? Was it someone I knew from her work, or was it a stranger she met in the bar? Despite my growing jealousy, I kissed her lips, realizing that they were likely wrapped around someone else’s cock this week.
“Did you suck someone’s cock?” I suddenly needed to know if someone else’s cum had been on her lips, pussy, or breasts.
“Let’s not talk about that right now. Just fuck me!” She encouraged me, but the questions keep building in my head. The realization that she didn’t say “No” further fueled both my imagination and my arousal. Did he take her just before she left for her flight this afternoon? Did he send her home to me with her pussy full of his semen? Was the fact that she had not washed before we went to bed also the reason why she seemed reluctant to have me kiss her pussy?
I had many questions. I had to ask the big question. “Did you get fucked while you were gone?” I asked as my cock penetrated her swollen pussy.
“Oh for fuck sake, Yes!” She replied as her pussy enveloped my cock with each stroke, my fingers swirled around her wet clit. Her moans filled ears as she exclaimed, “Oh Yes! Oh fucking yes!” As the wetness of her pussy covered my cock, I was lost in my lust. My judgement clouded. I told her how sexy she looked, how easily she turned men on with a wink of her eye, how much she teased them every time she went out in her strappy, high-heeled shoes, and how much all of her feminine charms turn me on. I told her how fortunate I felt to have her as my own and to have her here at home with me again.
She cried out in moans and sighs as her own arousal grew underneath my body. “Ohhhhh, You are so …Mmmmmm….fucking dumb sometimes!” She shouted. “Why do you think I…oh God!… come home with new lingerie every trip?” My thrust became deeper, harder as the realization that she had been living out our fantasy for several months, and her lovers have been dressing her in the sexy lingerie that I loved to see her wear. “Oh damn! If you always fucked me …Uhnnnn….like this I ….Uhnnn….won’t have any need to ….Mmmm…to fuck around.” My emotions were too mixed-up to find the right words, so I responded by fucking her harder. I was lost in a fog of lust, jealousy, and anger. Her legs wrapped around me and pulled me into her as deeply as I could go. “Now are you going to reclaim your fucking wife or not?” She challenged me. Then she shuddered, and her orgasm overtook her. The muscles of her pussy pulsed around my cock. The bare emotion of her orgasm produced a flush on her face and body that gave her the glow of a goddess.
As her orgasm tightened around my cock, I felt a familiar feeling of my own. I had intended to hold out, to make things last a longer, but in my rage of lust that was not going to happen. I paused my thrusting to regain control. But that control was just an illusion. She had all of the power now. “Make me yours. Fill me with your cum. Reclaim your naughty wife.” She breathlessly told me as I looked downward at her soft, dark brown eyes. They were eyes that had been gazing upon another man’s cock as she suck her lover between her plump, lipstick covered lips before taking it inside her wet pussy. “Tell me you love your naughty wife. Oh! I need to fucking hear it right now.” She pleaded for redemption. Her words pushed me over the edge and past the point of no return.
“Oh my God, do I love you! I fucking do!” I exclaimed as I erupted inside her. I filled her with all of my pent up lust and fantasies. But afterwards, my jealousy was not satisfied, and I kept fucking her and forcing my semen even deeper inside her, reclaiming her. She surprised me by crying out one more time as another orgasm overtook her. I kept fucked her until I had nothing left inside me, and I suddenly collapsed on top of her in a sweaty, heaving, crying mess.
She stroked my neck and reassured me, “It’s OK. I love you too. Don’t you ever forget it!” As she reassured me, I finally grew soft and my cock slipped out. We lay motionless in bed together. She was back home with me again, and we had reclaimed each other.
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