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A Cuckold, a phone call and some regrets

The warm, humid air of the tropical island hung heavy in the room. As Julie stepped out of the shower, Dale watched her with a mixture of longing and despair. He was a cuckold, a role he had learned to embraced, and tonight, he was to play his part once again. Though Julie was now considered a senior citizen, she didn’t look her age and was still a woman of striking beauty who moved with a sultry grace as she prepared for her evening rendezvous. As she applied the final touches to her makeup, a mischievous grin spread across Julie’s face as she was handed the key to his cage.

Dale had been instructed to don his cock cage, a small, metal, restrictive chastity device that would keep him impotent. This had been the norm since he was no longer able to get or keep an erection long enough to satisfy his wife. He knew he had brought most of this situation on himself. Dale had been a voyeur since he was a teenager. He was really turned on by the idea of watching his wife have sex with other men. Hotwife and Cuckold porn was his internet video of choice, but the ones where the husband got to watch and masturbate was his ideal situation. He longed for that scenario with his wife.

After some convincing conversations over a few months time, she agreed to try it. At that point Dale did not have ED but developed it later, which he blamed on the chastity device. The thing is, she not only liked it, she loved these rendezvous with other men, and craved it every chance she got. Once you open Pandora’s box, there is no closing it. At first, Dale was allowed to watch and masturbate, but Julie soon found it somewhat distracting and wanted to strap him to a chair, so that he could watch, but could not play with himself. The problem was Dale would get so excited that he would climax within a few minutes, and then get irritated that she would keep sucking there cocks for a second, third, or fourth round of fucking for an hour or more. Dale wasn’t too keen on that idea of being strapped to a chair, especially with strangers they just met online or had been picked up at a bar. So the cock cage was offered as an alternative, and the rest is history. A choice he regretted agreeing to later.

Now that she was almost ready, she had her husband fix her a drink to calm her nerves. This was the first time she had ever met up with a lover without her husband being there. He had also been tasked with painting Julie’s toenails a bright, seductive red. As he knelt before her, his heart ached with humiliation, knowing he was helping to make his wife look more attractive for another man, but he obeyed without question. As he put on the polish he glanced under her dress and noticed she was not wearing any panties. Her shaved pussy with a small landing strip looked delicious, but he knew his opportunity to get any closer to that sexy mound was still hours away. She really had become such a slut.

As she finished her drink, she said "Ready to drive, honey?" she purred, her voice laced with barely concealed amusement. Dale nodded, his voice barely a whisper. He knew the drill. She didn’t like driving at night. He'd driven her to this man before while vacationing previous years, though in the past he had always been allowed to stay and watch. But not tonight. Leroy had asked if she could have a hall pass and leave her husband behind. When she was told he would cook her a romantic dinner, and enjoy the warm breeze out on his deck, she thought that sounded like a great idea. When Dale told her that he didn’t know if he liked that idea, she said “that response just cost you another week being caged.” Dale obviously had not learned his standing in this complex relationship. She finally agreed that he could listen to her having sex over the phone.

As Dale drove, he could hardly keep his eyes off of Julie’s outfit that was so low cut, her nipples were ready to pop out and the dress was so short it barely covered her snatch. With his manhood confined, he drove the car, a silent witness to the betrayal unfolding before him. As they arrived, a handsome looking Black man named Leroy, with a reputation for a colossal endowment, stood at the entry door of the apartment building. He had 9 inches of meat with a girth the size of a soda pop can. The mere thought of Julie entwined with that monstrous cock sent a wave of envy and shame washing over him. He had watched Julie get fucked by this Black gentleman before, but this time was going to be different.

Dale got out and opened Julie’s door. As she got out, dressed in her revealing outfit that accentuated her curves, she slipped into Leroy’s arms as he greeted her. The way she looked at him, the way she clung to him, it was a sight that filled Dale with a strange, twisted pleasure. It was a cross between an adrenaline rush of lustful excitement and humiliation.

Dale was instructed to return to the condo and await a call. As he drove, his mind raced. He imagined the scene unfolding inside that apartment, Julie’s cries of ecstasy echoing in his ears. He pictured Leroy’s massive cock, slick with lubricant, plunging deep into her, filling her up with his massive load of cum like he’d seen him do before. Her sucking his cock and never even getting close to deep throating him because of his size, unlike what she had been able to do so easily with Dale in the distant past.

After arriving at the condo, Dale fixed himself a drink, stripped naked and laid on the bed anxiously waiting for the phone call. He knew that it was likely going to be an hour from the time he left his wife in the arms of this other man. There was the romantic dinner that was going to happen first, before his wife became the dessert for the night. His caged cock was already oozing drops of pre-cum. Then the text message came with a 30 second video attached. It was his wife sucking on Leroy’s Big Black Cock.

Dale couldn’t stand it anymore. He immediately called his wife and asked why she had started without making the agreed upon phone call. She said it was just a little warm up and that he wouldn’t have heard anything anyway. Then he was told that they were heading for the bedroom and would put the phone on the table next to the bed so that he could listen.

The scene that followed was extremely exciting but also a torment to Dale’s soul and ego. He was forced to wait, a captive audience to the intimate sounds emanating from the phone. He heard Julie’s moans and screams, each one a dagger to his heart. He was a cuckold, a mere spectator to his wife's sexual adventures. It left his cock trembling with uncontrollable spasms inside his tiny cage. He listened as her lover's deep voice called her a slut as she told him to fill her whore hole cunt with his Big Cock. She loved talking dirty when having insatiable sex with other men. This dirty talking behavior turned Dale on as well, though she had never expressed herself like this with him. He guessed that aspect of her personality exuded once she became a slut for other men. At this point, she liked the idea of her lovers fucking her and treating her like a whore. The lust in the room was filled with primal satisfaction. Dale heard his wife moan and gasp, her voice rising to a fever pitch as she obviously was being brought to another climax. He had heard the rhythmic slapping of flesh, the wet, sucking sounds of oral sex. He knew she was being satisfied far beyond what he had ever been capable of. It was a sick feeling without a cure.

They decided to take a few minutes break to have something to drink and catch their breath. Then Leroy shouted “You like what you’re hearing Cuck” and then they both let out a big laugh as they left the room. The Cuckold husband had no control over what had taken place or when and what would happen next. Dales cock was actually tight against the small metal bars of his cage. The pressure he was feeling was intense. Though Dale was feeling somewhat tormented, he was hoping they were not done for the night.

Then he heard the action starting up again. Julie said “I love the way you kiss, but I enjoy the way you eat my pussy even more.” Leroy was one of those guys that just loved eating pussy, and had perfected the art of cunnilingus. He knew how to work the clit into a frenzy. Julie’s pussy became a gushing puddle of goo. This went on for another twenty minutes until Dale heard Julie say “oh yeah, put it in, put it all the way in, oh yes fuck me hard.” Then the pounding began, mixed with screams and moans and dirty talking. It finally went quiet for a minute while they changed positions. Then I heard Leroy say “climb on that pole and fuck me like a whore.” Then the sounds of ecstasy began again. This went on for quite a while and hearing things said like “oh yes, squeeze my nipples.

Finally the earth-shattering climax was heard. Julie’s final screams filled the room, a primal cry of pleasure. Dale felt a strange sense of satisfaction, but also a feeling of shame, knowing that his wife was experiencing a level of ecstasy that he could never provide. Then there was the low growl by Leroy, hollering “I’m cuming I’m cuming. Followed by Julie saying “yes, yes, fill my cunt with your cum. I want it filled for my Cuckold to eat.”

When the ordeal finally ended, Dale was summoned to collect his wife, knowing what was in store for him. With the call ended, Dale got dressed and drove back to the apartment. His gratification was still on hold. Would his wife allow him to remove his cage and at least let him masturbate? He knew fucking her was out of the question. Would that be too much to ask? There was a mix of arousal and anticipation. As he opened his car door, Julie emerged from the apartment building, her hair disheveled, her eyes glazed with the look of satisfaction and her lustful desire completed. She was a different woman, a woman transformed by passion.

Once again Dale held the car door open for his wife. As she got in, she smiled and smirked "He's so much better than you ever were, Dale," her voice dripping with contempt. He had gotten use to the humiliation. As they drove home, Julie recounted the night's events, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. She detailed her lover's prowess, his size, his stamina, painting a vivid picture of her own sexual ecstasy. As Julie described these things, Dale felt like he was almost ready to climax right there in the car. Oh how he hoped he would be released from his cage soon. Would she have empathy for him and hand over the key?

Back in their condo, the humiliation continued. Dale was forced to be Julie’s little Cuckold cleanup boy. Without panties, some of Leroy’s cum had dripped down her thighs and the crack of her ass. He was her slave, her plaything, her obedient Cuckold. She laid on her back with her knees pulled back tight against her breast. Her pussy now open and oozing the white goo he had become accustomed too. Ordered to lick away the remnants of her lover's pleasure. It was a warm salty tasting gooey slime combination of Julie’s and her lover’s cum. Dale was use to this taste and almost craved it, as this was the only time he was allowed near his wife’s pussy for over two years. The smell of sweat was intense. Dale had become accustomed to that odor by now and it made his cock tremble at the first whiff.

After licking and swallowing as much cum as he could, he was told to lie on his back, as she sat on his face and slid back and forth until his face was covered in a gooey slime. She then got off and thanked him for convincing her to have sex with other men years ago, just to taunt him. She knew that being a full blown cuckold was not what he had envisioned when he first asked her to fuck other men. He had had no idea at the time what that request would lead too. Somehow watching his wife get fucked while masturbating had morphed into being a caged, cum licking full blown Cuckold. Dale wondered if turning him into a Cuckold was a revengeful payback for turning her into a whore for other men to use. Probably he would never know all the reasons for what had transpired.

As he followed her every order, he knew that his role as a cuckold was far from over. He begged to be released from his cock cage as his cock now felt like it was being squeezed by a vise. She said she was sorry, because the key had been left at the apartment on the table by mistake. Then she looked straight at him, giving a sneering smirk that let him know that no mistake was made. She had left it on purpose. She just liked tormenting him. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. He knew this night was destined to be repeated many times over in the next two weeks. The vacation was just beginning, and with it, a series of escalating humiliations and feelings of shame and inadequacy. Without her even saying it, he knew he would be wearing his cock cage for the rest of the vacation.

After she fell asleep, he went into the bathroom with his dildo and massaged his prostate until he got the release he so desperately needed. This was the one way of being able to cum while being caged. As his cum dropped into the toilet, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of inadequacy. He wondered, was this really the life he was responsible for creating? Was this the way his sex life was going to be from now on?

Except for this crazy sex relationship that had developed, the rest of their life together was pretty normal and happy. He still loved Julie and felt she still loved and wanted to be with him. They had grown children and grandchildren and he felt a breakup could be difficult when dealing with the rest of the family. How would they explain why they were breaking up. He longed for his old life before he let his perverse desires complicate his life. Hundreds of thoughts were going through his mind.

He quietly slipped back into bed and was finally able to fall asleep, now that his cock had once again shriveled in his cage and the tight pressure that had been there for the last couple of hours, was relieved.

He was just hoping Julie was in a compassionate mood when it was time to fly home, because he really didn’t want to experience the humiliation of going through a TSA screening with his cock cage on.