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Progression- Best to keep it as fantasy continued

To say that it was a shock to be getting a mail from Leon was an understatement, especially as I had spoken with Ophelia and told her that I was giving up my idea of making my cuckolding a reality.

On opening the mail I was left in even more of a state of shock, combined with a degree of fear & excitement and a small side order of shame. Leon, it seemed was sold on the idea of becoming Cara's bull, to such an extent that he was not so keen on letting me off the hook.

Ohu,
I am a little surprised and upset following a telephone conversation with my cousin a short time ago!
She, my cousin, your Omolara tells me, that after all the time and effort, not forgetting the patience and expertise that she has honoured you with, you have decided that you no longer wish to follow through on your long held desires.
From all that I have heard about you and all that I have seen of Cara, I can only say that I am extremely disappointed that you have turned away from something that would have changed your lives. I say changed, but perhaps I could also have used the words, enriched, enlightened or blessed.
I can understand how you may fear how your relationship, or more precisely how your role within your relationship would change, should Cara decided that she wanted and needed me as her lover, but feel that you should stop thinking of yourself.
You should demonstrate your trust, your love and devotion to Cara, by giving her what she needs, and from what I observed, is obviously missing in the bedroom!
You must also understand that this idea is not something to fear, but something to welcome, a chance to fulfil your innermost desires, to be able to be free and enjoy an intimacy that most couples cannot understand and would never have the opportunity to experience. It is an idea that would not be thrust upon you, but one which would be entered into freely by your Cara
I say Cara, as it is she who will determine if you do take the leap into this lifestyle as it is she who has what we all seek!
I am sure that your Omolara has told you something of my experience with other couples such as you & Cara. In any of my dealings with wives and other Ohu's like you, I always consider what each of the parties want and need. I can tell you now Ohu, that I know that you need this, you need to experience the joys of knowing that you are giving your lady, your bride the chance to let go and enjoy pleasures beyond those which a marriage can provide.
Being the considerate and benevolent Oba that I am, I shall honour you and grant you that wish. I say considerate in that I shall not make any attempts to seduce Cara without HER acceptance of the idea, without HER willingly giving herself to me and making that conscious decision to make you the cuckold of your dreams.
That said, I expect that YOU WILL be a good Ohu and accept that this was meant to be, and not do or say anything that will prevent Cara from making HER own decision, from opening the door to unknown pleasures. I know that you may still question whether this is really what you want and whether you should divert Cara's thoughts from anything connected to this. However, I know that you will be a good Ohu and not stand in Cara's or your Oba's way.
I should also add that I still have to return that memory card to you. I was viewing it the other day and I have to say it does hold some very interesting images of our first meeting. As you have stated that you no longer plan on visiting your Omolara perhaps you would like me to drop it round to your house or maybe I could pass it to Cara when I next see her at the gym?

I look forward to hearing from you with your thoughts on the matter.

Your Oba
Leon

Now some may think that I was stupid getting myself into this situation in the first place, but I am not stupid enough to miss the implied threat that was Leon's final dig at the end of his mail. I sat stunned for a minute, fearful of what on earth Cara would think if she ever got to see those images taken in Ophelia's chambers. How would she look at me? What would she think of me for playing such games behind her back? Would she think I had been up to other stuff? I couldn’t risk that and realised I would have to try and placate Leon. I would have to respond and do as he asked, after all, he was claiming to be considerate, saying that he would not do anything unless it was Cara who wanted it.

I thought longer and harder about that and was confident form our games that Cara knew that they were just that, games. That we had found something that turned us both on but that it was something that would stay just between the two of us. I know that I had told Cara that I didn't want to wreck what we had and make it a reality, and I recalled Cara had acknowledged my wishes.

We have love, we have trust, and we also had an understanding. As long as I didn’t do or say anything that gave Cara the green light then there would be no problem and Leon would have to honour his promise not to do anything unless it was Cara who took the lead.

The weekend over, back at work I mailed Leon to thank him for his consideration and also his courtesy in accepting that any decision on making our play real was down to us. I didn't want to appear rude or risk his ire by being too confrontational about what I saw as his threats to expose my visits to Ophelia to Cara.

It was after mailing him that my thoughts turned to our impending trip to Amsterdam and the idea that we could play some games there. I knew I already had the lingerie to play the scenes and to make Cara feel sexy, and thought that it would be hot if Cara had a couple of new outfits for the trip. I started surfing and came across some dresses that I thought would fit the occasion. Besides lingerie I was surprised to find that Victoria’s Secrets also sold dresses and settled on and ordered a couple that I thought would give off the air of sophisticated and sexy.

As soon as I placed the order I couldn’t believe how hard I was. Images of Cara dressing in her lingerie, lingerie chosen by Ophelia with a bull in mind. Of her standing there showing herself off for me and telling me that the next time that the sexy stuff saw the light of day it would be for her lover.

Why was it I was getting off on the idea so much? Just thinking about objects, items of clothing, lingerie and dresses had me all excited. I pictured Cara in one of the dresses I had purchased, it was called “The date dress”, very apt I thought. The colour had been called “sparkling red” and it has a plunging neck line with a nice pulled in waist and belt appearance. The skirt was flared out and would allow for her to swing her hips and maybe a glimpse of stocking top as it rose up. Just above the knee, so not too slutty, hopefully enough to catch some horny studs eye in the hotel bar.

I recalled buying that sexy Gracya basque, and thought that without the straps it would go wonderfully under the date dress. Without the straps it would be perfect and then some sexy stockings and a pair of heels. I reckoned Cara would be able to pull any man lucky enough to be in the bar.

I then thought how hot it would be getting back to the room. Cara leading me by the hand after I had successfully “picked her up in the bar”. Seeing her stripping off, helping her disrobe and maybe seeing her change into that La Perla babydoll. I also thought that it had been a good thing that Ophelia had had the items gift wrapped. Had they not been so well wrapped and impressive looking then I know I would have simply handed them to Cara for a simple gift. No these items were going to make the trip special. They would make Cara feel romantic alive, sexy and hopefully a little kinky.

These thoughts caused me to start playing with my dick and got my wannabe cuck fantasies flowing again. How quick I was to return to the idea, even though I realised that I mustn’t allow myself to get so into it as to risk it becoming real.

I started thinking that maybe it would be better if I left Cara to dress in private, to be denied that delight and torment. To simply get to image that she was dressing for her lover. It would of course allow me plenty of time to find a good spot in the hotel bar. To allow me to gaze upon my sexy bride as she made her entrance. To watch all the faces of the other men in the bar as they see her walk in and imagine that they all want her. Knowing that she is mine and that they can try and chat her up, but that she would be heading for a hotel room with me.

It was ideas and plans like this that made this whole thing worthwhile. Knowing that we could play in safety yet play in public. I realised that I would have great difficulty hiding my erection once we were in the hotel bar, and wondered how many other men would be feeling the same as me, but would be having to head to their rooms on their own and relying on their own hands to give them pleasure.
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Progression progresses well Rover. Thanks for taking the time to give it to us.
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great stuff....do continue!
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I get the distinct impression that Rob is blindly walking out to the middle of a barely frozen lake. I am eager to see what happens next.

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peakmb:
Progression progresses well Rover. Thanks for taking the time to give it to us.



Thanks Rover. As hot and well-written as ever.
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Thanks all once again...slowly getting there

....GH...what on earth do you mean? Rob is in control!!!
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Mmmmm, please continue, the story gets better as it matures, much like your acceptance of Cara's power and your situation.....
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Fantastic writing. Thank you. More. Please. Unh. Unh. Ahhhhh.
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The tension is building. I'm loving this.

Thank you

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Bumpity bump bump bump
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Sorry GH shifts have got in the way of writing! Just started next bit
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The suspense builds. I am eager to find out what happens in Amsterdam.

Thanks for this story.

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Very nice. Can't wait for more.
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Need more
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Looking forward to more of this excellent story
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Do continue!
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Sorry about the delay. Got abit wordy in this section and still writing it as it got abit longer than thought so have split it and will finish over next day or so.



CHAPTER 21

Progression – Amsterdam

The day had arrived and I woke to once again see Cara disappearing into the bathroom in those redy PJ's. The en suite door was closed behind her and unusually I heard the lock click and then the faint sound of the shower and the soft tones of Cara singing. I couldn't be sure, but thought it could have been "Tulips from Amsterdam". Damn I loved this woman! and she was determined to deny me the sight of her sexy body and keep me horny until we got to there.

Rising and heading down stairs and sorting the breakfast out Cara eventually appeared. Wearing only one of her shortish robes she was teasing me again. The robe did not even reach mid thigh, and revealed those gym and ward toned legs, legs that would have suited a 25 year old let alone a woman about to turn 40. But for the games we had been playing of late I would probably not have noticed, well that and the fact that the last week had left me as horny as hell, she had the robe just loose enough to give that hint of cleavage that entices a man and leaves them wanting to see more. Sitting at the breakfast bar on one of the stools, she crossed her legs and caught me staring as I tried to catch a basic instinct moment. A smile came across her face as she lifted her coffee cup seductively to her crimmister lips. "Now now big boy, you have to wait until Amsterdam to see the goods".

The next couple of hours flew by as we did last minute packing and straightened the house for our departure. As per usual, as most men will appreciate, I stood at the foot of the stairs waiting for Cara to finish her dressing/packing. The wait however, was well worth it as my beautiful wife appeared at the top of the stairs. She had obviously wanted to make an impression, and not just on me!

From my lowly position I could see the boots first of all, dark brown and rising to just below her knees. A heel which must have been at least 3 inches added to her appeal. Above the boots my eyes saw tights, or were they? No, upward further the angle afforded my eager eyes the sight of a darker band signifying...stockings! Only a glimpse of stocking top mind, even with the angle, but denied the sight of her panties by a skirt which just was sensible yet sexy and provided that mix between satisfaction and frustration. I am sure so many could appreciate that. Short enough to give that hint of what is underneath yet teasingly long enough to deny you what you want!

Although my eyes rested for some time on the legs and skirt I saw that the ensemble was completed by a vest top that showed off her gym toned figure. The deep red of the top matched that of her nails and also showed off to wonderful effect her amazing cleavage. I surmised that Cara had invested in lingerie that made the most or enhanced what she had already been blessed with, as she looked to be bigger up top than I ever recalled.

Cara took her time coming down the stairs, knowing the effect she was having, knowing that she was playing to my image of what a hotwife should be, and of the possibilities this would provide for the weekend. Each step down the stairs and the movement of her legs provided those little glimpses of bare thigh that delighted me and gave me a sight of something she had been denying me for the last week.

Reaching the bottom step she stopped and with a mischievous grin on her face she reached her hand out, beckoning me forward.

"Well my dear hubby, I can see from your expression that you like how your hotwife looks, I was hoping you would approve and hope that lots of hunks over there will think the same".

"God Cara, you look so damn sexy, I love it and I love you", I said this as I took her outstretched hand, bowed my head and kissed the outstretched hand. At the same time, taking in the nails and the delicious smell of her perfume. The mix of sights and smells, I recognised the expensive Jo Malone, Pomegranate Noir I had bought Cara on our last anniversary.

"Good, I'm so glad to hear that robbie, I love you too, and I want you to now kneel before me, as I have a little surprise for you that I think you are going to love". Of course, I was on my knees almost before the last word left her lips, thinking I was going to get abit of that pussy that I had been denied for the last week.

Immediately in front of my face was Cara's pussy, hidden behind that tease of a skirt and no doubt some sexy little panties. Those nails came in to view and slowly curled under the hem of the skirt. "Is little robbie starting to get as excited as big robbie then", Cara just wanted to reinpower the idea of her pussy controlling my dick. The tops of her stockings came into view, then the red plastic clips of the suspender. I think it must have been an involuntary reaction but I think I licked my lips at that moment which brought about a little chuckle from Cara.

Ever so slowly the hem rose revealing more and more creamy white thigh. The little minx stopped. "I know little robbie will be twitching in a second", then with a final couple of seconds pause the hem lifted to reveal my surprise.

"I heart BBC", in red and black writing, there sitting directly over Cara's delicious pussy. The little white panties were smooth against her bald pubic mound, yet stated both Cara's desires and my desire for her.

Again, it must have been an involuntary reaction, or maybe one already hard wired into my latent cuck nature, but my head dipped and I lovingly kissed the panties, kissing the wording that appealed to my desires. The loving kiss was accompanied by a living stroking of my cheek as Cara enjoyed my presentation and playing to the moment.

The act done and the moment passed, I rose to me feet and took Cara in my arms and kissed her passionately. We exchanged words of endearment and headed out of the door to our few days of fun.

Some 5 hours later and our taxi dropped us off at our hotel. Cara dismissed the offers of help from the hotel bell boys and simply ordered me to carry the bags. I could tell she was in the zone, in the mood to play our ideas to the max. I think that it may have had something to do with her in-flight reading. Whilst I was being sensible with Dickens, I had caught Cara reading a couple of Loving Wives stories she must have saved onto her tablet. As we walked through the lobby of the hotel I caught a number of men eyeing Cara up. This filled me with excitement, but also a pride. That MY wife was attracting this attention fed my wildest fantasies, made me imagine that men were looking at her and desiring her. I also wondered how Cara was feeling, whether the in-flight reading coupled with the stares and attention were making those new panties moist.

Cara was taking on a new permistera. She led me into the hotel, took charge at check in, with me standing humbly behind her laden with bags. She delighted in flirting even at check in as the receptionist appeared to be of Caribbean or South American descent, I presumed maybe from Suriname to link in with being Dutch. Her attire and manner, and the sight of me laden down seemed to meet with some amusement by the receptionist. I was sure that he looked past Cara and fleetingly smirked at he made eye contact with me. Again, this fed my fantasies, being outed, people knowing what I was, or at least what I wanted to be.

Listening to the exchanges, I gathered that Cara was certainly flirting, and when the key to our room was handed over by the smooth talking receptionist, I caught a touch of hands that seemed to last longer than was altogether necessary. This perception was cemented as I heard him offer his assistance if the was "ANYTHING at all that you require Mrs Devine".

Heading up to the room Cara seemed to have a renewed spring in her step. She held herself higher, her chest out, displaying her charms, her breasts, her legs. I was so in awe, so in love. I was aware of the grand surroundings, the ornate marbling of the lobby and the glass ceiling of the staircase. The surroundings were amazing, but I was more in awe of my sexy Cara.

Getting to our room and placing the bags down, I we embraced. We held each other close and kissed passionately. It brought back memories of our first times together, the ardor of a new relationship, the lust for each other, and yet this was years on. Even though we were about to play with the idea of inviting another into our play. To play with the idea of breaking our marital vows of fidelity, we were both filled with a desire to be together, and to have fun together.

The situation combined with the weeks denial caused the embrace to end as Cara burst out laughing mid kiss. Pushing me away she pointed down at my crotch which was tenting, well tenting as much as my small dick could!

"Down boy, down" Cara said as she laughed before giving me another little peck on the cheek and a playful rub of my crotch. Cara then told me she was going to the bathroom and told me to break out the duty free for her return and we could then plan our fun.

Over the next hour we drank firstly a nice cup of tea, followed by the duty free champagne that had chilled a little. We wondered whether the hotel may be abit grand or too upper class to play our planned games, but agreed that maybe it would be an easier option as the risks of encountering any ne’er-do-wells would be reduced. We also agreed that due to the excitement and the travel that tonight would just be relaxing. We would just get room service and relax before doing a little exploring....and playing in the morning. This we agreed was even more sexy as tomorrow was to be Cara's 40th, and as she pointed out, "Life begins at 40!". We raised our flutes to this and sank our takes as we both giggled with the anticipation.
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This continues to be an outstanding story. You have my full attention. I loved Cara's panties.

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Very exciting. I would love to be in Cara's position. Thanks for sharing.
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Running away with it again. I will get to the end eventually!


CHAPTER 22

Progression – Life Begins at 40!


Bedtime in our suite had been yet another example of teasing as Cara had once again ensured that I was denied sight of any more of her body than that seen by all other men. Cara made ample use of the bathroom to keep me eager for the sight of her body, and eager for the chance to reclaim the body (and soul) that was mine by right of marriage. Needless to say though, she made sure that whilst she was demurely covered, that I had to parade around the suite naked as the day I was born. Indeed, the phrase was even more appropriate considering the Cara imposed hairless state.

The soft toweling robes hid all her womanly charms both before bed and the following morning. A morning that was greeted by the knock on the door advising that our breakfast had been delivered. As the waiter brought the trolley into the room, I went to our bags and retrieved my gifts (temporarily allowed to don a robe!). Placing them on view I decided to make Cara wait until after breakfast before she opened them.

I was delighted that the "date dress" brought a big smile to Cara's face, and she was positively beaming as I knelt before her and fastened the anklet. She stroked my head as if I were a small boy as I did so. "I bet your little dicky is hard as you do that isn't it robbie?". She then used her foot to move my robe so she could confirm her words and witness my stiffness. "I bet you will be hard almost all day knowing that other men are going to see your gift to me and know that I am a hotwife, and even more importantly thinking of you as my cucky husband". Getting into the spirit of the trip, and sinking slightly into sub space, I only murmured my acknowledgement and dipped my head and kissed the anklet.

Still holding her foot, the anklet glinting in the lights of the suite, the bright red nails contrasting with her pale skin, I was loving this play. I then brought out the Pandora necklace which again was met with cooing and a long deep kiss of appreciation. The same was true of the heels. Cara laughed that it seemed that almost all of the suitcase contained presents for her. She said this as she looked upon the delicately wrapped box that I knew contained the Ophelia inspired lingerie.

"I have been such a lucky girl today, you really have spoilt me, and I hope that in return I shall make you proud of me tonight when we play our games, but before we get there I am intrigued as to that last box".

The simple acknowledgement of its presence and my knowledge of its origins filled me with excitement, excitement derived from such an insignificant item, the excitement that I think only a cuck could receive, or maybe I was just unique in my kinks?

"Well, the birthday girl has her dress, has her jewellery and I think that we both know that there is only one thing missing to complete the ensemble?" We were both grinning like Cheshire cats at each other at this stage.

To keep the surprise and idea of the weekend I had to stop Cara from opening the beautiful pink gift wrapped box, "......But I want you to keep this for later, to open it just before we go down to the bar". I wanted the lingerie to be special, to imagine at least that the first permister to see her in it would be her lover.

Cara, nodded her head, understanding my thoughts, knowing that I wanted her to dress for her stud, to have the lingerie as a tease, and for it to appear that they were bought for her date and not as something for US or even for me. "Oh robbie, you are such a wonderful husband, and so kinky, so inventive, I think I understand and appreciate that a girls intimates are something for her and her lover to see and not something for her hus" .......Cara checked herself...."cuckys pleasure". With that Cara took the box, rose stroked my cheek again, and glided across the room. She placed the box on the bed and then disappeared into the en suite.

As Cara performed her morning rituals and showered, I was filled with excitement and felt the urge to share my feelings. Taking the tablet, I logged into my mail and composed a message to Ophelia. I had to tell her that we were actually here, had actually decided to take our roleplay into public. Of course I had told her all during one of my sessions, but that was all so long ago. I was excited about the fact that the play in our session, the purchase of the lingerie was meeting my own married world. That the idea of the lingerie being for a lover was going to be played out. I suppose part of me was looking for approval, for Ophelia to appreciate what a good little hub she had helped to mould, albeit, one who would never take it the full distance.

I pressed send and couldn’t believe that I had a hard on even from that action. I chuckled to myself and started looking through other mails. It must have only been 5 minutes, but I heard the ping of an incoming message and was delighted when I saw Ophelia's name in the inbox.

My cucky pride was boosted as Ophelia congratulated me on following through and also suggested I pass on her congratulations to Cara for taking these steps with me. I decided instantly that letting Cara know about Ophelia was never going to be an option! She said that she was impressed with Cara getting the nails and waxing and teased me about all the looks that she was going to get due to the anklet. The speed of her response must have caused her to hit a function button as she switched to bold type as said that she was certain that Cara would love the lingerie and that she was so so glad that I had saved the gift for this special occasion and that she was sure that the package would make the night one never to forget. She signed off by telling me that she hoped the play would be all I had dreamed it would be and that I had come a long long way. She said that to get the most out of it I had to trust Cara, and let her know that she had my trust. I found myself nodding my head in agreement as I signed off and readied myself for the day ahead.

An hour later and leaving our ornate hotel Cara and I walked hand in hand through the streets of Amsterdam. Every so often I squeezed her hand in appreciation and admiration for her. The little looks we exchanged made me so happy and filled me with excitement as I think the mutual loving feelings were shared. Feelings built on the trust in each other. I think the feelings were heightened and mixed with pride at walking beside her. A woman, now of 40, looking hot, as biased as I was I thought that others would think so and was looking to delight in those glances from other men. There was me in smart casual clothing whereas Cara was looking hot, even for daywear in a tunic dress and opaque tights. The 3 inch heels were set off by the new ankle chain standing out just above the straps.

After taking in some of the more cultural sights and a canal tour we had some lunch at a small canal side place. It was there that Cara said that this afternoon she wanted to get more into a kinky game playing mode, ready for tonight’s fun. Of course I wasn’t going to argue with this. Anything that added to the occasion was all good by me, and Cara had played the role of hotwife to a T so far.
Content with life and very much in love we headed off to what could be termed the "seedier" side of Amsterdam, although the side that many go for. The tourist crowds, groups of lads on stag do's and the odd inquisitive couple like us, browsing the shops bars clubs, and of course the windows.

Walking hand in hand Cara would squeeze my hand when she saw something that took her eye. A hot woman or guy, on one point she leant in and whispered whether I thought she would get much trade if she were in one of the windows. I could only kiss her cheek and assure her that there would be a constant stream of clients.

We then came to one of the many sex shops and Cara decided she wanted to go in. Passing into the store, it took a minute to get used to the lower light. It was warm, the subdued lighting added to the sexy/seedy feel of the place. There were walls full of magazines and DVD’s, then further back in the store were the toys in glass display cabinets. Vibes, dildos of all shapes, sizes. colours and made from different materials. An Aladdin’s cave of sexual paraphernalia, all designed to get someone off, and at this time, to get Cara & I hotter still.

As we browsed we moved deeper into the shop. Further in we started to find it was more kink related with cabinets showing all sorts of S/m play equipment. Rubber and leather wear, hoods, masks, leggings, harness', coats, whips, floggers. It was amazing stuff. Some I recognised from my visits to Ophelia, but even I was surprised and wondered what some of the stuff was for. If it was an eye opener for me then it must have been doubly so for Cara.

Differing things taking our eyes we ended up being separated. I perused the bdsm stuff wondering whether I would ever visit Ophelia again, or if Cara would ever get more into this sort of play. As I wandered I ended up scanning the rows of DVD’s and in particular the interracial and cuck related ones.

I was disturbed from my thoughts by Cara calling to me. Looking round I saw her standing by a counter talking to a pretty looking goth styled girl. Black clothing, black hair streaked with purple, tattoos and piercings. Cara smiled at me and beckoned me over. As I wandered over they broke from their conversation and the girl reached under the counter to retrieve something.

"Now robbie, Sabine here has been very helpful. I have explained to her that it is my birthday and that we have come to Amsterdam for a special weekend together". I think my face must have been a picture as Cara broke into a huge smile and glanced at the assistant before returning her gaze to my now blushing face.

"Ahh don't worry robbie, I am sure that you can appreciate that working here Sabine sees all sorts of things and nothing phases her". Sabine looked at me and gave me what I thought was a knowing smile. One that also gave the idea that she knew what I was into and that she would enjoy assisting Cara in teasing me.

"Now, robbie, I know that you have given me some wonderful presents already today, and (with a look and a wink directed at Sabine) who knows I may get something else large tonight". This brought a twinge of excitement to my crotch mixed with a further reddening of my cheeks. I must have shown this mixture of feelings as both the ladies smirked.

Sabine brought the item out from under the counter and laid it on the glass top. The small velvet type bag hit the glass with a slight clinking noise indicating there was something with a bit of weight inside.

Cara cast me a quick glance, gauging my expression knowing that I was wondering what on earth she had been discussing with Sabine. Then the pale white hand with black painted nails snaked inside the bag and removed its contents. Passing it to Cara, it was lifted and examined. The stainless steel next to those crimmister nails. Cara examined it briefly and looked over at me. The beautiful face with the beaming smile.

It was then that Sabine spoke. "Now this is called the jailbird, it can be custom made but this is the standard size that we stock, that being small" Once again these words were spoken whilst both ladies looked at me, waiting for my reaction. I knew what it was and was amazed that Cara was getting in to being so kinky, but realised that all the reading from Literotica and other sites must have opened her eyes and mind to such kinks.

Cara handled the item, studying it and holding it up, not only to view it but apparently so that others in the shop could see what she was looking at! "Yes small is fine and exactly what is required in this, err, his case". Wow I thought, as I squirmed a little, she really is playing this. "I think is exactly what I need to keep little robbie controlled, I think we will take it". Cara then turned to me once again and told me not to stand there doing my goldfish impression again, but pay the nice lady.

As I reached for my wallet Sabine spoke, "Ahhhh you are such a considerate and giving husband, I wish my boyfriend was like you, so many nice gifts on the ladies birthday, but giving her your chastity is so sweet".

Sweet! Wasn't exactly the words I was thinking at the time? Especially having seen the thing I realised how small it was and thought of how restrictive it could be. I knew that I had been locked up by Ophelia previously but that had been in a cb3000 which, considering my lack of size had been something on the "roomy" side. This jailbird was not even going to allow me erections. Something that I thought could be painful, especially considering our planned play tonight.
I wasn't exactly sure I was worthy of the praise from Sabine, as playing with the idea of chastity with Ophelia was one thing but actually having a device and the possibility of having my masturbation limited was another thing completely.

Once again, as I stood in front of the counter, and in front of this pretty goth style girl I had those mixed emotions, excitement tinged with shame and a degree of offense. Those feelings that I had got many a time surfing the net. Looking at pictures of dominant women, women or wives with hung lovers whether they were black or white. It didn’t matter, but I had sat there and played with myself many a time. Experiencing the thrill of "the idea" of playing these games for real with Cara. But it was only an idea, and not something I had ever thought would actually come true. Yet here I stood, actually being outed in public as being a small dicked hub. Of having a wife who wanted to lock me, but also of being a hub who accepted it and encouraged his wife to do this.......and more!
Sabine handed me back my card with a huge grin on her face and offered to wrap the item. It was then that Cara spoke again. "Actually Sabine, you have been such a help, and we are here to have fun.....well more me than robbie here, so I was wondering if there was anyway of wearing it away?" Sabine let out an audible giggle, and said "Of course, our changing rooms are at the rear of the shop. Please feel free to enjoy your present straight away". The hand reaching out pointed the way to the place of my confinement.

Leading the way, holding the velvet bag the three of us walked to the rear of the shop. The soft lighting, the warmth and the deep colours were combined with the smell of leather and latex coming from all the kink wear. It was like my fantasies, fed them, yet was now becoming a reality.

Sabine pulled back the curtain of the changing cubicle and advised that I could be fitted here. She then handed the bag to Cara and advised that it fitted on easily, but would be a better fit if I was to have all my pubic hair removed. She said that most chastised hubs had this done for fit and also as it befitted the role. Again Cara stunned me with her response. As if it were nothing out of the ordinary, and as if she had known and trusted this shop worker for many years she answered, "Oh we don't need to worry about that, I have him bald down there as it allows me to actually see what little he has". With that she ushered me into the changing room and told me jokingly to "drop 'em". Sabine chuckled to herself as she wandered off and as she seemed to have been doing constantly since she started chatting to Cara.

Entering the small room I turned and started to undo my belt as Cara removed the device from the bag. Taking the small padlock out of its small plastic pouch she removed the keys. Taking one off the small ring she placed it in her pocket. Looking me in the eye, she told me that she was going to put the other one onto her anklet. This sent a shiver through me as I realised that it was yet more symbolism. Others would know not only was she a hotwife, but that she kept me locked!
Cara entered the small room and closed the curtain. She approached and embraced me passionately. Our lips locked and we kissed. It was a kiss full of excitement at the play, at the way Cara had taken charge and enjoyed playing the role of hotwife. After some 30 seconds or so we broke as Cara started to feel my growing erection starting to press against her.

"Now now little man we can’t have that considering what we are about to do". She gave me another light peck on the cheek and assisted me in undoing my belt and helping my jeans fall around my ankles. There stood proudly my 4 1/2 inches. My pride and joy, that I had played with for years, about to be taken out of my control. Literally being taken out of my hands!

Well there was no chance of me being fitted in the state I was in, especially after a week of Cara imposed abstinence. Cara told me to wait where I was and to make sure there was no playing with myself. She told me she wanted this to add to the excitement of the evening, that she had read about this in some of the stories she had read and loved the idea of controlling her own and my sexual pleasure.

It was only a couple of minutes and Cara reappeared with what looked like a tea towel. She told me that Sabine had helped us out and provided some ice cubes from the shop freezer. Holding the ice filled towel to my dick and balls she told me that Sabine had commented that we weren't the first couple to be going down this path and that she understood how I was probably getting all excited at the prospect of giving my wifes pussy away.

Cara was once again teasing me, and if it weren't for the ice I am sure I would have been hard as a rock. The teasing hit me hard as I wondered whether Cara had actually told Sabine about what we planned, and whether Sabine really thought that Cara was going to cuckold me. I think Cara must have seen the confusion and alarm in my eyes as she told me not to worry.

I looked ahead of me as I felt the icy cloth being removed, not wanting to see my already small package reduced to its smallest possible state. Due to the ice I could only just feel what Cara was doing. The ring being fastened behind my balls was obviously and then came the effort to fit the cage. I had thought that it was small when I viewed it at the counter, but as Cara moved it around I realised exactly how small it was. Even in my frozen shrunken state Cara had to maneuver and squeeze me into the cage. Finally I felt the tugging cease and Cara reach out. The movement signified the moment she had the lock in her hands and the moment that she was taking physical control of my dick. She delighted in this moment and told me what she was doing. She was obviously loving the symbolism, the moment when she gained a power over me and most importantly when our games took on a more real feel.

Then…………………..Click
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Rover

This has turned into a great story and that last section was exceptional

Thank you

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Fantastic stuff. Waiting with finger on very wet clit for the next segment!
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Can't wait for more !
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Cheers Jeb
Got a load more done now, although think I may be waffling a little bit. Enough to post a couple of sections.

CHAPTER 23

Progression – Life Begins at 40 cont’d

"mmmmmmm, lovely"

Despite the noise of the shop, the soft music being played the click seemed to be deafening, and the soft expression of satisfaction from Cara almost a scream.

Rising to her feet, Cara pulled my boxers and jeans upwards before yet another peck on the cheek. It felt odd fixing myself up and doing my belt, being firmly secured, not a spare bit of space and absolutely no chance of any degree of erection. As I finished Cara turned to exit and laughingly told me that I had better be good if I wanted to get out tonight.....or...after a brief pause for effect.....any time before I flew back to England.

As I exited the changing room I saw Cara & Sabine chatting and laughing by the till. As I approached they embraced, a sort of sisterly acknowledgement despite their brief meeting. Pleasantries over Sabine grinned at me and gave an obvious look at my crotch area. She commented to Cara that there didn't seem too much of a bulge with the jailbird to which Cara quickly responded, "Well there wasn't much of a bulge there before".

Cara then turned to me and held out her hand. Dangling from those teasingly painted crimmister tipped fingers was one of the keys to my chastity. Quickly winking to Sabine she told me that it was only right that I should be the one to attach it to her anklet. As she exchanged glances with the shop worker she said, "Well I was considerate enough to attach my gift to you, so it is only right that you attach your gift to me!"

With that she beckoned for me to kneel before her and then handed me the key before patting me on the head. I looked up from my kneeling position and saw Cara's face glowing. Her smile went from ear to ear. A surge of excitement at our games went through me. The fact that I had just been locked up by my beloved, the fact that I had just been outed to a stranger as a (prospective) cuckold and now I was kneeling before my wife (and that same stranger) symbolically attaching the key to my chastity to an anklet. The surge of excitement transmitted itself to my cruelly confined dick but without any effect.

Cara's gym toned legs encased in those tights were wonderful; the heels erotic in themselves, but the anklet and all its meanings and possibilities just completed the scene. Slipping the small golden key onto the chain I adjusted its position before Cara moved her foot from its resting position on my own knee. Although we were the only people in the shop, Sabine was looking on intently, a look that was a mix of wonder and excitement.

Rising to my feet the ladies giggled as they made eye contact and said their goodbyes. I don't think it was the warmth of the shop that had made my face red, it had more to do with the comments exchanged by the girls and what I had just done.

The play and public outing had been so hot yet had also been shaming. However, it had been the sort of play that I had only dreamt of prior to my meeting Ophelia.

Emerging from the dimly lit shop into the bright crisp sunshine of an Amsterdam afternoon both Cara & I were on an erotic high. The anonymity and privacy of a this strange and enlightened city had allowed us to open up and explore.

We can only have walked less than a 100 yards when Cara pulled me sideways and we ended up in an alley at the side of a shop. Cara pushed me against the wall and eagerly sought my lips. She was like a woman possessed. The passion in her kiss and in her embrace demonstrated how turned on she was. Of course, securely locked away as I was
I felt a slight discomfort as my restriction became ever more self evident. That said, I was horny as hell from a week’s abstinence, and from the recent events. The kisses and the passion that was there was something that was wonderful. It was exciting that we were both living and loving our play and pushing our boundaries as we did.

Holding each other close, Cara looked into my eyes. They seemed to sparkle more than I had ever noticed before, presumably due to her excitement.

"Robbie, God I am so horny, if it wasn't for our plan to refrain from action until tonight I think I may have had to jump on your dick in the changing room". I grinned at this and thought that that would have been a wonderful little story to look back on in future years.

"I'm sorry if I went too far in there? But I just couldn't help myself, I got so into the idea and into the play that I may have pushed things too far?" Once again Cara leant in and our lips locked and her tongue powerd its way into my mouth. It was obvious that Cara was embracing her roll and developing fast. A case of her building her knowledge through her reading and through the location giving her the ability to explore.

"Please don't be upset with me, I hope you loved it as much as me, and Sabine was so nice and made everything seem to natural, so sexy and also so loving". Cara's breathing was laboured as the excitement she was feeling was obvious, her arousal giving her a flush to her face. The fact that we were behaving like love struck teenagers in the open, in an alley in a major city, and this wasn't even meant to be the "fun" part of our trip.

Breaking the kiss Cara gazed into my eyes and as her hands ran over my crotch and cupped my newly acquired cage she told me how much she loved me.

We then walked back towards the hotel, arm in arm. I walked, as I thought slightly bow legged, trying to become accustomed to my newly adorned dick. I also felt more aware of the lady by my side. I felt proud of her, almost wanting others to look at her, to admire her and want her.

As we walked we laughed about how our trip had gone so far and giggled like teenagers again at the idea of what we were going to play tonight. Cara again explained how she was so turned on by playing the hotwife/cuckoldress and how excited she was going to be walking into that bar tonight. She even went as far as confessing that she had started to get abit "moist", as she termed it whilst we played out the scene in the shop.

This idea turned me on no end but also reminded me of what exactly we had been doing in the shop. I suggested to Cara that if the scene in the shop got her in such a state then walking into bar and being hit on by strange men would have her soaking. She giggled and commented that I would probably be turned on by the thought of strange men getting her wet. I too confessed that I loved what we had done and that was looking forward to the emotions that I was going to get of sitting there as an observer.

I confided in her that I loved the way she took control of the situation, the way she had done what she wanted to do. I said that I didn't think I would have even had the courage to suggest such play. "Please continue to be my sexy minx of a wife, to push the boundaries of our play but to keep it safe". Cara responded that she understood that it was often easier to put down in writing ideas that may go further than we had discussed and that she did not want to jeopardise our marriage. That knowing that any play was what we both wanted was the ONLY thing that was important. She said that I had no need to worry and that she would never do anything that I had not given her permission to do.

Walking along the canal we approached the grand facade of the Amrath. The wedge shape entrance, the gothic styling all seemed so dramatic and appealed to my idea that we were doing something dark and exciting as a couple.

Playing the devoted hub I broke our arm in arm embrace and held the door for my wonderful "new" hotwife. Smiling to myself that there may be others eyeing her up and wondering what she would be like to fuck . Cara was loving it also, as passing through the door she stopped, waiting for me to resume my position by her side. I think she wanted to be close to me and show off "her" man by her side, yet with the anklet and key glinting in the lights of the lobby. We must have looked a sight, both with huge Cheshire cat grins.

However, my grin was to be short lived. Taking Cara's arm and scanning the lobby I caught sight of a broad shouldered black guy standing at reception. My first sighting made me think it was.....no it couldn't be....then the realisation as he turned his head slightly and his face became clearer.....It was redy LEON!

My face may have been rosy from the crisp Amsterdam air, but at that minute, arm in arm with Cara, locked in chastity, with my key, Cara's key, dangling suggestively from her anklet, all colour must have drained from my face. I tried to move slightly quicker, to get past reception without catching his eye, or perhaps more importantly without Cara catching sight of him.

Looking straight ahead I didn't see the moment it happened. Instead I just felt Cara stop. Arm in arm still, this caused me to stop also and to look around to find the reamister....as if I didn't know!

Almost at the same time as I heard Cara call out to him. As I turned my head I made an effort to fix a grin to my face. Trying to appear that I was happy about this coincidence, if it was indeed a coincidence! As into the play and the idea of Cara having a lover, and as much as we had played with the idea of that lover being Leon. His being here was not good. He knew too much and was far too smooth. As confident as I was in the discussions that Cara & I had had, adding Leon into the mix was something that, whilst enhancing the eroticism of the idea, made it that slight bit more likely.

As we all acknowledged each other, and hands were shaken, I saw Leon look Cara up and down. It was a look of someone supremely confident with women, someone who knew what he wanted and how to get it. I don't know if it was my cuck imagination, or not but I was fairly sure that I saw his grin get wider when he noted the glinting anklet with the key provocatively dangling from it!

Cara & Leon exchanged pleasantries as to what he and we were doing here, and all the while I was in something of a fog. Memories of my first meeting with Leon were playing through my mind and I then recalled his email. The thinly veiled threat to expose my visits to Ophelia unless I gave him a free run at Cara. It was that recollection that brought me back to reality just as he was telling Cara that he was staying in Amsterdam for the week, as he had some friends who were attending the European Cardiac conference. As he said this I felt my false grin slowly slipping away and saw Leon looking directly at me as he informed us of this fact.
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More. Please. Unnh. Please.
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Fantastic segments. We are waiting for more with fingers in place.
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Gets better and better!!!
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While I had some doubts at the start, you are turning this into a superb story. I really liked the sex shop visit. Cara is turning into a perfect wife. Can't wait for more.
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Great addition to an awesome story. I was wondering if Leon would show up on their trip but couldn't think of how, so nice job there.

Sounds like little robbie is going to be locked up back at home while Cara continues her trip. I imagine after all the teasing during their time together will come a real phone call from Amsterdam asking for permission - Leon will know if he says no, so of course he must say yes and Cara will return a black cock slut. Robbie should be back on his knees sucking and cleaning up in no time, but how hard will Leon make it on him?
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Chapter 24

Progression – Public Play



I walked into the bar of the Amrath and ordered myself a beer and some peanuts. The thought of a meal, despite the length of time that had passed since we ate our lunch, was not high on my list of priorities as I was starting to feel butterflies in my stomach at the impending play. I surveyed my surroundings and looked for a seat that would give me the best view of the bar, and to ensure I would get to see Cara's entrance, and most importantly the reactions of the guys in the bar. Taking my beer I found my seat. I sat against the wall on the long bench style seats that ran from one end of the bar to the other. As I slowly sipped my take I contemplated what we were about to do. I looked at every man who walked into the bar as a possible lover for Cara. I studied their hair, their face and their smartness wondering if Cara would find them attractive, and most importantly whether they would have her begging for their cock.

My little game and my flights of fancy kept me amused for some time. It must have been about 30 minutes later that a petite young girl approached my table and enquired whether I wanted another take. I raised my glass to show her the brand marked on it and thanked her as she returned to the bar for my refill. Within a minute she was back and asking for my room number to charge the take. The girl then returned to the bar leaving me to resume my little mental game.

It must have been about an hour later when I felt the vibration of my phone in my pocket. This caused me to think, note to self, do not have a vibrating phone in pocket when locked up. Not conducive to comfort!

Checking my phone I saw it was now almost 8pm, I had been in the bar for just over an hour. The phone also showed that Cara had sent me a text message. Having seen and heard how Cara had taken to her new role, I looked forward to something exciting and no doubt teasing.

"Opend box, WOW, so sxy, TY TY TY 4 dis, WILL mek u proud cuck ILY, C"[/i]

I was so glad, and must have been beaming from ear to ear, that my selection, or should that be, Ophelia's selection had met with Cara's approval. Ophelia had told me to wait to give it to Cara, and to wait for a special occasion as the contents would make it special. Ophelia, had helped me realise my fantasies and was really helping Cara, although she did not know it.

Knowing Cara was dressed and that her arrival was getting closer made me even more excited. My study of the men arriving in the bar became more thorough, I even began to look if they had a decent bulge in their trousers. I couldn't believe what I had become! Chuckling to myself that I was now checking out guys, albeit for my wife’s pleasure!!

Some 30 minutes later the bar had filled up nicely with only a couple of tables free. The music playing through the bar speakers was just soft enough to make the odd snippet of conversation audible from tables close at hand, but loud enough to make it difficult to catch the exact nature of those conversations.

The lights hanging from the ceiling had dimmed to match the growing darkness outside the windows. The lighting coming from wall lights and lights behind the seats which ran along the wall. With the dark wood of the bars walls, the room was given a warm cosy feel. Shadows cast against the walls and ceilings by the lighting, aided by the music and the "buzz" coming from the occupants of the room all adding to the welcoming warm atmosphere.

My comfort though was short-lived as Cara made her entrance. I was in awe. In love. In lust. She breezed through the door with a confidence I had never seen before. Like the owned the place, like she had done this before hundreds of times. Yet here she was walking into a bar with the sole intention of flirting with guys and playing the hot wife to the max.

The heels added to her height and appeared to give her more power. She had styled her hair to perfection. Her strawberry blonde locks falling tousled onto her shoulders. The time taken in the suite had been time well spent as her makeup was immaculate. Smouldering eyes and the crimmister lipstick advertising herself as being on the market. Below the face there was the plunging neckline of the date dress. The red of the dress complimenting the lips and the crimmister tipped fingers. The new Pandora necklace became an item of envy as it nestled in her cleavage. The waist cinched and the detail of the bow all made Cara look so seductive. My eyes drifted downwards as she slowly crossed the floor, ever deeper into enemy territory as I mused. The dress ended just above the knee where you then saw the nude stockings, highlighted beautifully by the dark seems running straight down the back of her legs. And there, further down, my heart and my dick leapt, the anklet catching the odd bit of light as she walked.

My eyes on Cara I realised I was missing out on my other thrill. That of seeing the reactions and desire on the faces of the men in the bar. Knowing that they would get the benefit of the sight of Cara, and maybe abit of her time and company, but knowing that it would be me she would be taking back to her suite tonight.

She shot me a glance, accompanied by a wicked grin as she walked by my observation post. I was sure she made more of an effort to swing her hips once she was past me and I was given the pleasure of a rear view of my sexy wife.

Stopping only a couple of metres away she surveyed the bar (and her audience) fully aware that she had had the desired effect on the men in attendance. I was filled with pride that my 40 year old wife was garnering so much attention. It was all I could have wished for, and was hopefully filling her with more confidence and getting her ever more excited for our later play. Pausing, she then eyed a table only about 3-4 metres away from where I was sitting. Placing her clutch bag on the table she sat and adjusted herself waiting for the pretty young waitress to appear.

I watched the room as 90% of the men there cast their gaze over MY wife. Even though I was biased I knew that she outshone what few other women there were in the bar. I caught sight of one couple, where an argument had just started, and judging by the looks and gestures, it appeared that Cara's entrance and the husband’s reaction to her had resulted in a degree of marital discord.

As Cara made herself comfortable, the young girl approached and took her order. As with me, a minute later and Cara's V&T arrived. It was then that I got my first little glimpse into what it must feel like to be a real cuck. As with me, the waitress enquired as to whether Cara was a guest and the room to be charged. It took only a minute for her to ponder why two people entering the bar separately would have the same room number. The waitress looked at Cara and appeared to deliberately look for Cara's wedding band. She then looked across at me with that same smile that I had witnessed on Sabine’s face before walking back to the bar.

I followed her walk and return to the bar and watched with a growing shame as she immediately started informing the young man behind the bar that they had a kinky couple in their midst. Part of me hoped they were simply discussing how busy the bar was, but my new found exhibitionist side delighted in this simple act of outing.

The feelings of pressure caused by my chastity stirred with the cucky angst of the outing and I pondered how much more intense the feeling would be for those whose wives actually did this for real. I went to take another take and became aware that my excitement was manifesting itself by a slight tremble in my hands. Even this added to my excitement and the weeklong Cara imposed denial!

Even a couple of minutes seemed like an age as I waited for someone to pluck up the courage to try and chat up Cara. I was willing them to make a move, anyone to try their luck. It was the idea of them trying to take my place in Cara's affections, to know that they were trying to seduce a married woman, but it was also a desire to be vindicated, to know that others found Cara as sexy and desirable as me.

I watched for the smallest sign of movement from one of the males in attendance. I observed a grouped of 3 young lads. They could only have been mid to late 20's, one muscular looking black lad, who I was sure Cara would have noticed already, and 2 reamisterably presentable white lads. The smart suits and cuff links suggested a professional group, Lads with abit of cash and maybe the cash and arrogance to fit the role that Cara & I wanted them to play. As I watched them talking, it appeared that they were debating over who was going to get to make the first move.

In my eagerness to catch the approach of Cara's first suitor I had taken my eyes off my goddess. Returning to her I was rocked. The confidence I had had, the excitement which had been mounting all night disappeared as I saw Leon standing next to Cara. His outstretched hand was obviously enquiring whether the seat with Cara was taken. He knew the answer already, as he looked across at me. The look of satisfaction and assurance on his face was one that chilled and excited me simultaneously. Leon moved away from Cara for an instant and took the back of the chair. He moved it around the table until it was only inches from Cara's before taking his seat.

I looked round to see if anyone else had observed the moment that Cara was being claimed. The three lads who had been about to make their move all looked crestfallen but simply downed the last of their takes and started to make their exit. I noted the glances down Cara's cleavage as they walked past, but then caught sight of the laughing bar staff. It was evident that they had viewed Leon's arrival and were fully aware of the game that were were playing. However, for them they were not aware it was a game.

I had never imagined that Leon would venture into the bar that night, although I started to wonder whether his arrival was such a coincidence. I watched him attempt to sweet talk Cara, I recalled Ophelia telling me he was a doctor, which would easily explain his presence, but then I recalled telling Ophelia of my ideas for play. I realised that I had told her of Cara's conference and of the hotel we had booked, of the play we intended on having. It appeared now that Ophelia was making more of an effort to make things real than I had thought!

Well, Ophelia may have thought that she was being clever, pushing me to this stage and setting Leon up with this opportunity, but once again I came back to the trust between Cara & I, the agreement that this was just play and that express permission was needed for anything more.

Leon could be as suave and seductive as he liked, there was no way Cara was going against our agreement.

With that knowledge I was content to enjoy this time. To get the buzz of being a cuck without the ultimate offense of having the horns planted on my head, and most importantly without the chance of Leon making it happen here and happen back at home.

I delighted in the buzz of the waitress, all knowing smiles and winks brining me my regular refills. Of the glances from Cara as she talked more intimately with Leon. I loved the way she toyed with him. Leaning closer to him to give him the impression that she was interested and that he stood a chance. I was almost enjoying the spectacle of a cock bastard such as him trying to work his "magic" yet knowing he was going to get nowhere.

Cara was great. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, giving a glimpse of stocking top, all to tease Leon. I could tell by his own looks and the smile on his face. The smug look he had as he shot me a glance, that he believed he was going to be getting into Cara's pussy, that he was going to fulfil Ophelia's plan and that Cara & I would be another credit on his Bull C.V. The cheeky bugger was even joining Cara and billing all his takes to our suite. I thought that I would accept this simply for the satisfaction and enjoyment that he will have provided us with for his forlorn efforts.

The flicks of her hair and the odd sight of her tongue running around the edge of those crimmister coloured lips. I was thrilled when Leon made his first contact, resting his hand on top of Cara's as it lay on the table next to her take.

I thrilled as I saw for the first time, the contrast in skin colours. Something that played on so many cucky ideas. At that very moment, as their hands met, Cara looked over at me with a huge smile on her face. She winked and then resumed her conversations with Leon. They were close and as such did not need to speak up. The music in bar meant that I couldn't make out what was being said but I was sure that Cara the tease would be leading him on well. I imagined what was being said. Leon being the smooth operator, whispering sweet nothings and having the advantage of knowing that I was present watching it all. Knowing that his presence was playing to the very reamister we were in the bar, and why Cara was dressed so provocatively.

The butterflies that had been in my stomach when I entered the bar had now disappeared and I was almost revelling in my role of "pseudo cuck", smug in my bubble of love for Cara. The take had obviously helped my relaxed state and had filled me with some of the feelings and desires I had first felt that led me to visit Ophelia in the first place.

Time was flying by and Cara was smiling from ear to ear and was giggling like a schoolgirl talking with a boy she had a crush on. She deserved an Oscar.

I was loving it and was even more appreciative when she broke the hand contact on the table. She collected her clutch bag and rose serenely from her seat. Bending down and giving Leon a peck on the cheek she excused herself and headed for the ladies.

I caught the sniggers of the bar staff and was met by a staring Leon. Still smug in his belief that he was nearing his goal. I was bold and met his smug look with one of my own. Thinking to myself, you are the one going to be left making love to your own hand tonight, you are the one gonna be looking the fool. We, or I should say Cara had been in the bar with Leon for around 2 hours, and I realised that Cara's exit was probably a sign that she was feeling horny and that she was going to extinguish Leon's hopes pretty soon.

The self imposed celibacy for us had been a cruel but wonderful idea. I hated it but also appreciated it at this moment, and could feel my dick imprimistered as it was trying to stir itself to life. I was already planning how I was going to attack Cara on our return to our suite. God, if tonight’s play was hot, then I thought that we could play the same game in a different bar tomorrow.

I was thinking that I would have to be extremely careful later on. I would have to make sure I got Cara off a couple of times before I attempted to fuck her. As my confinement and the weeks abstinence would have given me a hair trigger. Playing the game was one thing, but failing to meet my responsibilities as a loving hubby was another thing. My thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations in my pocket again. I had failed to take heed of that note to self earlier.

It was Cara again. No doubt telling me that our game had been a success and that it was time to head back to the suite.

"LUV U CUCKY, U HED UP 1ST. B UP 2 TEASE U IN 10"[i]
with a kiss symbol

Forget Leon's smug face, the one he had no doubt practiced with the husbands of his previous conquests. I must have the biggest smuggest grin on my face. I was horny as hell and was going to be ravishing my wife in the next 15 minutes. I left gulped down the last of my beer and left a tip on the table. The two bar staff seemed to have a non plussed look on their faces, realising that Cara had left and now I was following. They almost seemed disappointed that their imagination had run away with them and they were not witnessing my public shaming.

As I stood to leave I passed close to Leon and hopefully loud enough for him to hear I said, "You can't win em all", and left the bar with a very very horny spring in my step.

I don't think it was the takes in the bar that made me so light headed as I made my way quickly to our suite. It was the intoxicating play we had just had. The fact that it had involved Leon, whilst not planned, had added extra spice to it. Had made it more real and would no doubt make our love making, or as the pent up sexual tensions would have it, our fucking, more intense.

I inserted the key card and entered our suite. The air was still thick with Cara's new perfume, the wonderful rich aroma of Pomegranate Noir. I decided not to turn on the main lights and thought that the table lamps would give the room the more romantic seductive atmosphere. I rang room service and ordered a bottle of champagne. After all, it was Cara's 40th, and our first exploration into playing the hotwife and cuck in public. I thought about all the play that had led up to this point and wanted to take as much time to savour it and talk it through with Cara before we both relieved our pent up frustrations.

I appreciated that we may have had the chance to play our fantasies out for real, but thought it safer to start in this easy manner. No point in getting into something that could get out of hand or be something that one of wasn't quite sure about. With that thought I went over to the air con unit and made sure that the suite would be nice and cosy. I pictured myself slowly stripping Cara, playing the husband reclaiming his wife on her return from a date. The thought of getting that first glimpse of that sexy lingerie and Cara playing her role. It seemed odd to think of the scene as romantic, as the whole idea was more natural, more passion than routine marital play.

Adjusting the curtains, lighting set I wander back over to the bed. I approached and could see that heavy white towelling robe thrown across the bed from Cara's "pre-date" dressing. Next to the robe was the wonderful pink box. The box that had contained the lingerie, the lingerie that I was so keen to see. The bow had been discarded and lay half way up the bed, the lid was half way across the box and wisps of soft pink tissue paper fell out from the edge of the box.

So many times since I had purchased the items I had stared at that box. Thinking of the delicate items inside and the fun that I would have with Cara wearing them. I couldn't believe I had even jerked myself off looking at the box.
I smiled to myself at the memory and thought that there would be no more of that now that Cara was wearing the stuff.

As I neared the box I noted a small white card part in, part out of the box. I hoped that Fiona hadn't left a receipt showing how much I had spent. Still who cared, as Cara had said she loved the contents of the box, after all I had got 3 thank you's in her text message so she obviously thought it was a wonderful gift.

Picking up the card, those thoughts and understanding of Cara's text message were shattered. Cara's crimmister lipstick imprint and the words "I Will, Luv C" in her own flowing hand were next to some plain black and white type.

Cara,
PLEASE make this happen, make it REAL,
for YOU,
for ME,
for US
All my love
Robbie


My stomach knotted and my head began to spin. I felt a sickness inside me as I wondered how this had happened. How had Fiona, WHY had Fiona done this, As memories of the visit to the shop flooded back I tried to picture when the card had been inserted. How had Ophelia known I would wait, or did she not care? Did she simply want to assist Leon achieve another notch on his bed post?

These thoughts were halted by those tell tale vibrations. Checking my phone it was another text from Cara.

"C U in 2 CUCKY"[i][/i]
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