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The next chapter of my fevered imagination, where Louise runs into an old friend...

Some time later, Louise announced to me that she needed to go shopping. Summer was coming and she said she needed a few bits and pieces, so one Saturday she issued me with a list of jobs to do around the house, dropped Junior with her parents for a day out and took herself into town.

A few hours later she returned laden with bags, mostly from the usual stores but some I didn't recognise. She seemed in an odd mood when she returned, but started showing me the skirts and tops she'd bought. I told her I needed a 'fashion show' to full appreciate her purchases - normally I get her to dress up and parade for me in her new clothes to appraise them for her - but she seemed a bit reluctant. She went through all the bags she'd bought back, but left two or three to one side. 'What's in those?' I asked. "That's the thing," she said, "something happened while I was out..."

'What sort of something?' I asked. 'Are you OK?' "I'm fine. Better than fine, but I need to start at the beginning." She sat me on the couch and sat in the armchair opposite.

"Remember the first time I went out and played our little game...?" She started. 'Yes...' I replied hesitantly. "Well, you remember how I met a guy, and we rode together in the taxi...?" 'Yes...' "And you remember how I said I sometimes see him about...?" 'Yes...' I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. "Well I sort of bumped into him while I was out shopping. I didn't mean to, but I was having lunch in that little coffee place I like and he wandered in. He recognised me and asked if he could join me for a bite to eat..." 'What did you say?' "I couldn't say no, could I? I told him..." 'What have you done? What did he do to you?' "Nothing babe. Well, almost nothing. You're not angry, are you?"

Was I? I didn't know. This was just a chance encounter. It wasn't like it was planned. Still, I was a little annoyed she'd... actually I didn't know why I was annoyed. Maybe it was something else I was feeling...

'Tell me what happened' I said, deliberately not answering the question. "Well, I'd already finished my lunch by the time he came over, so he asked if he could buy me a coffee and join me" 'What did you say?' "I said yes..." I was beginning to feel hot now, and my stomach was starting to knot. What did this mean? Who did this guy think he was? How far did he think he could go? How far DID he go? My throat was dry, but I managed to croak 'yes...?' to encourage the rest of the story.

"We started with some small talk, the weather, what I was in town for, that kind of thing. Then he asked about you, babe. About whether I'd told you about the bar, and the taxi. I said I told you everything, and you were OK with it. I said that you enjoyed me telling you, and we'd done it again afterwards. He seemed impressed, babe. He said he'd never heard of anyone with a relationship like ours. I told him we enjoy our fun and he smiled. We'd just about finished our takes, and I was getting ready to say goodbye, but then..."

Louise tailed off as she got up and moved across the room next to me on the couch. I guessed from her demeanour she hadn't wished him goodbye and walked out. 'Then what...? I asked. My mood was changing slightly; my stomach was still tightening, but now so were my pants. What had he offered?

"...Then he said he had an idea." she said as she put her hand on my thigh. "He asked if I thought you'd mind if we saw each other again" My heart sank as my cock jumped. 'What did you say?' I demanded. "I said I didn't know. I said I'd have to ask you. He said that was fine, but he'd like to help convince you." 'What did he do?' "He said he could see I'd been shopping, so he offered to take me round again. He said he'd buy me a whole new outfit to wear when I went out with him. He said he wanted to show his appreciation for last time and how serious he was about next time, if there is one"

I didn't need to ask what her answer was; she already had the bags to tell me she'd accepted his offer. 'What happened next?' I asked as I gazed at the bags I didn't recognise. "We started off in that new designer boutique" she told me. "He spoke to the assistant and told her I had a big function coming up and I needed a dress to look my best. She took my bags for me and lined up a whole bunch of stuff I might like. It felt great, babe, I haven't been shopping like that in years. He sat outside the changing rooms while I paraded for him and the shop girl. There were so many dresses, but eventually we found one we all liked." 'Can I see it?' "That's the thing, babe. One of the conditions was you're not allowed to see me in it until I leave for our date. I hope that's OK?"

Of course it wasn't! I didn't want someone I didn't know dressing my wife! Who knows what she was wearing! What if she looked like a complete whore? She asked again, "You don't mind, do you, babe?" I did, but said nothing, struck dumb with impotent rage. "He got me shoes as well, babe. Big heels. Just the kind of thing you like." 'I suppose I can't...' "No" she cut me short. "You can't see any of it. I promise you though, it's all dead classy on the outside"

Hang on. 'What do you mean, on the outside?' I asked. "Well," she started as her hand ran up and brushed the swollen head of my cock "he said he wanted to complete the outfit, so..." 'Underwear? He bought you underwear too?' I exclaimed. "Shhhh" she soothed me. "Of course he did, that's the last bag." It was tiny. "But we didn't get that at the designer boutique..." She was now gently working my head through my jeans as my mind span. 'Where did he take you?' I half protested.

"A sex shop." This I couldn't believe. "And not one of the respectable ones on the High Street. This place was on a filthy back street. He said he wanted me to dress like my permisterality; respectable and classy on the surface, slutty underneath. I've never been in a sex shop before. Never knew what happens in there..." 'What so you mean? What did you do?' I begged. "Come upstairs and I'll tell you..."

I followed Louise to the bedroom. She sat me on the end of the bed and stood in front of me. She helped me out of my shirt and jeans as she told me "We looked at the selection and picked something wicked - I think you'll love it, babe." 'If I ever get to see it', I sulked. With me naked, she dropped to her knees and took my rod inner mouth while continuing the story.

"They let him join me...in the changing rooms...let him see me...try them on and...check he liked them...I could tell...he did...his hands were...all over...me...I was...so wet." She looked at me and stopped sucking. This was getting unbearable, and she was showing no signs of letting me cum. 'Please' I groaned. 'What happened then?'

She stood up in front of me and kicked off the boots she'd worn shopping. "He told me to strip naked, then he bent me over against the wall" she said as she removed her blouse and pulled down her jeans. "I thought he was going to fuck me right there, babe, in the changing room of a sex shop." I was speechless at this point. I'd been putting up shelves while my wife was butt naked in a sex shop with someone she barely knew. 'What did he do, then?' I was confused. She'd stripped for him, but hadn't fucked him? Something didn't add up. 'Would you have fucked him?' "I was in a different world, babe. He'd got me so turned on, and I could tell by the state of floor I wasn't the first to be in that position. If he'd tried, I think I would have let him." 'But he didn't?' "No. He didn't..." she finished as she slipped of her bra and out of her panties.

My mind raced and my dick twitched. Bent over in a filthy porn store, what had she done? Louise straddled me, naked. Slowly she eased my member into her sodden pussy. "Over dinner I told him the only problem you had with our night was I'd not found out your name" she said as she rocked on top of me. "He asked me my name, but he still didn't tell me his. He said he'd tell me later." 'Did he?' I gasped. My orgasm was getting close. "Sort of..." She said as she stood up off me. I tried to pull her back but she fought me off. "Once he'd got me bent over, he said to me that he had to be sure I was telling the truth about you. He said when I got home I should show you this..."

She turned around. There, written on the small of her back with a Sharpie was a name and a number. The bastard had used my wife's ass as a business card. Louise sat on my cock again, reverse cowgirl style. "He said the only way he could be sure this was OK was if you gave me his name and number. He wrote it on me where I can't read it and said you should read it to me when I get home. Are you OK with it?"

She was grinding me slowly, prolonging my climax. "If you mind, I'll stop now and it'll be like it never happened. Just tell me babe..." 'It's... I'm... Just...' I was confused. I think I wanted to stop the game, but I wanted to cum, so badly. I tried to protest and she started to climb off me. 'No!' I begged. "Tell me his name, babe. Tell me what it says and I'll let you cum"

'But... I... His name is...' "Go on" she purred, teasing me with her pussy lips. This was it. If I wanted the orgasm she'd teased me to I'd have to say it. 'His name is James' I sighed. She leaned back and began fucking me in earnest. "Hmmm. James. Has James left his number too?" 'Yes' I spat. "Be careful not to smudge it, babe. You'll need that. James said you should ring and arrange our date. Is that OK?" I didn't reply. "Is that OK?" She asked again, raising herself off me again. 'No! I mean, yes, just please, don't stop...' She lowered herself again. "Oh babe, you know I love you, don't you? I just want to see what else James has planned. Won't this be fun? Babe?" Again, I didn't answer. "Hmmm. Maybe you don't think it'll be fun. If you're not enjoying this, don't cum." She was riding me hard and fast now, milking the cum out of me. "You hear that, babe? If this isn't fun, then don't cum. But if you want me to go on a proper date with James, then cum for me." I was too close to stop, and as she repeated "Cum for me, babe. Cum for me and James..." I exploded inside her. "Oh babe! Thank you, babe! I love you so much!" she exclaimed. My orgasm was tempered with knowing it had given my wife away. I laid on the bed, thinking about what this meant. Louise turned round and laid down next to me.

"I love you, babe, but this is just a bit of fun. James makes me feel... different. He makes me feel like I'm young again. I haven't felt like this in years. You don't mind me seeing him properly, do you? I think it'll be good for us. I'm sure he won't do anything. And if he does, I'll tell you all about it..." I wasn't sure about this, but it was a natural extension of what I wanted. I'd wanted her to go out and fool around, tease some strangers and maybe misbehave. But Louise had never been promiscuous, even when she was young. I couldn't deny the thought of her with other men got me so, so hard. Maybe this was the way to play the game. Not with a crowd of one-night guys, with one guy she felt comfortable with. It boiled down to this; if I wanted the game, it would have to share Louise with another man, not other men. "Babe, what do you say...? Can I go...?" I thought for a while.

'Wait there' I sighed eventually. 'I'll go and get my cell...'


Thanks for sticking with me this far. If you like the way this is going, please let me know; I like to know other people are interested, and it might make Dave come back and finish his story. I'm always happy to receive ideas and/or criticism. I'll let you know what happened next in a while!
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This is fantastic, pls. continue...love the part where the other man is dressing up the wife with high heels...
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Please continue. This is epic stuff!
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The next chapter, where I make a phone call...

*(click) Hello?
Hello, is that, um, James?
*Who's speaking?
I think you, um, know my wife...
*Do I?
Yeah... Louise?
*Oh, Louise, yeah. Wow, I didn't think you'd ring. This is James. What's your name, man?
Me? Uh, Mike...
*Well Mike. I take it Louise has told you about my offer?
Yeah...
*And you're OK with everything?
Well, we've been talking about it, and...
*And what?
She'd like to go on a date with you.
*But what do you think, Mike?
I... I...
*Mike? Are you OK with this, man?
Well...
*Look, man, I don't want to cause trouble between you. She said this was a thing you were sort of getting into, but if you're not cool with it, I'm out.
It's not that, it's just... I...
*What do you want to do, Mike?
I... I don't know. I just... It's a nice fantasy, but...
*She called you on it, right?
Yeah...
*And you liked it, right?
Well, yeah...
*And she liked it, right?
I think so...
*So it's up to you, man. A one time thing, or do you want to try again?
I think... I...
*I'm not going to power it, Mike, it 's your call. But if she's willing, and you want it too...
Yes, I think...
*So we're good then?
...
*Mike?
Yeah, let's do it.
*You're sure?
Yeah... I mean...
*That's cool, man. Listen Mike, Louise is really cute...
I know
*...and I'll take good care of her. Now, listen up, man. This is how I think it should happen. She told you about our little shopping trip?
Yeah, she said...
*But you've not seen what we bought?
No...
*Cool. This is a real date, Mike, so I want her to make an effort. I mean hair, nails, the whole show.
OK
*I want you to send her to the hairdresser and for a mani-pedi, OK?
Alright...
*Then I want her to put on her new outfit, and I want you to drive her into the city on Friday night. She likes Italian, right? I'll be waiting for her inside Umberto's at 8pm. You drop her off and I'll take care of the rest. And Mike?
Yeah?
*I don't want you snooping while she's getting ready. If she tells me you've seen what's under that dress the date's off, you understand?
Well...
*I'm serious, Mike. You get her when she gets home. Before that, she's mine.
Well... OK.
*So we're agreed then?
Yeah, Umberto's, 8pm Friday. She's wearing what you picked but I'm not allowed to snoop.
*That's cool, man. See her Friday
Yeah, OK.
*And Mike?
Yeah?
*I think this could be the start of something fun... (click)


As always, guys and girls, suggestions are welcome, either here or in private. The more encouragement I get, the faster I write...!
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OK, is it hot in here or is it just me.
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Another chapter. As always, let me know what you think, and throw some ideas my way. I like other people controlling the story.

The doorbell rang and my heart jumped. Then I came to my senses and I remembered who it would be. I got up and let in Amy, our next door neighbour who was going to put Junior to bed while I dropped Louise off. 'Thanks for this, Amy. I shouldn't be long, but you know how it is.' I was pretty sure she knew exactly how it was. Amy had just turned 18 and came in to sit with Junior every so often when Louise and I went out. She was slim and blonde, and she was forever in her pyjamas or underwear. Either she had no idea what I could do to her given half a chance, or she knew exactly and did it on purpose to get a reaction out if me. "No problem" she replied settling down on the sofa. "What's the occasion?"

'Louise has, er, a night out with some friends.' I stuttered. 'I thought I'd drop her off to save her getting a taxi. Like I said, I won't be long, it's just, er...' "Don't worry, there's no rush" Amy cooed. She was wearing her usual skinny jeans with ankle boots and an oversized shirt which fell casually off her shoulder showing her bra. She must know, I thought to myself. She does it on purpose.

I snapped back to reality as Louise came downstairs. She'd been upstairs the whole time getting ready. She'd been to the salon that afternoon and had a full, and expensive, session. Manicure and pedicure, facial, wash and cut and, for the first time, a dye job. She'd always been a deep chestnut brown but she came home with a deep red tint. Not enough to stand out, just enough to notice if you looked. She really had pushed the boat out, and now she was showing me why.

"What do you think?" she asked. James had spent a lot on her. She was wearing a deep red high halter necked which showed off her shoulders and slender arms. It hugged her figure, showing her breasts, waist and hips, and ended just above her knees. She gave us a twirl to show the back detail. From the neck running between her shoulders was a wide lace panel, hiding nothing but drawing the eye to the naked flesh either side. As she turned she revealed the split in the back which allowed a glimpse of her seamed stocking clad thighs. She was balancing slightly unsteady on platform high heel pumps which tightened her butt and powerd out her breasts. She carried a new clutch bag and was wearing her grandlady's pearls round her neck and her right wrist. Her newly dyed hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, which swayed as she tottered about. She looked amazing, but I couldn't tell her what I wanted to with my audience.

"Where's mommy going?" Junior asked before I could answer. 'She's going out with her friends tonight, so Amy's going to put you to bed.' I replied. "Awww" 'You be good for Amy. You'll see mommy tomorrow.' "Is mommy having a relaxover?" Junior followed up. 'Um... no' I stammered. "Well, maybe..." Louise corrected me. I tried to hide my surprise as she continued. "You see, sweetie..." she went on as she walked over to where Amy and Junior were playing and knelt down "...if mommy gets tired while she's out, or if it gets late, she might stay over with a friend." She fixed me with a stare. "That's OK, isn't it sweetie?" It was a question for Junior, but a statement for me. She was testing me, asking what I'd do if she didn't come home, knowing I couldn't argue with Amy there. "OK mommy" Junior responded. "Good" she replied, not breaking her gaze. I'd said nothing, silently endorsing her plan and removing my right to complain. "Now, mommy has to go. Be good for Amy and daddy, mommy will see you in the morning. Night night sweetie." She kissed Junior and turned to Amy. "Thanks for this, Amy. He won't be gone long, then you can get back home.". "Don't worry about it..." Amy responded. She looked at me and finished "...take as long as you need, we'll be fine." Amy seemed to know something was going on, but was reading the signs so very, very wrong.

"Come on you, or I'm going to be late. We wouldn't want that, would we?" 'No' I replied. 'I won't be long, Amy.' I turned to Junior. 'Behave, you. I'll see you when I get back.' I picked up Louise's coat and hung it over her shoulders. If she did it up you could almost believe she was naked underneath. Maybe that would be next time, I thought to myself. 'Let's go' I said, and ushered my wife out of the door, towards her date with a stranger.

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Awesome!
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Is there anybody else interested in what happens next, or should I just post the next chapters directly to donna4blackuse...?
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After the date, where agreements are made which will have repercussions...

I drove home. Amy had put Junior to bed with no problems and we sat for a few moments as she tried to draw out of me what was going on. 'Louise just... goes out... with the girls... every so often...' I told her hesitatingly. Amy told me I was very understanding, and told me she hoped she had a good time before wishing me a good night and leaving. I watched her walk down the path. If I was fifteen years younger, I thought to myself. Then I realised I'd have had no chance even then, sighed and closed the door.

By the time Louise opened the door, I was in bed. I couldn't relax, but I wanted to try and keep the evening as normal as possible; I didn't want to dwell on what could be happening right then, but I couldn't help myself. Was she having fun? Was she having
too much fun? What was the mysterious James making her do in exchange for the new outfit? Soon I would have my answer. Louise called softly from the bottom of the stairs. "Are you awake, babe?" I groaned a reply. "Come down here, I need to talk to you..."

I staggered upright, pulled my robe on and padded downstairs, where Louise offered me the armchair. She sat on the sofa. With her hand on what I assume was James's knee. 'Who..? Is this...?' I asked as I sat down. "This is James" Louise replied. "He's here because we need to talk to you." He rose and offered me his hand as my mind swam. "Would you like a take?" Louise asked. Instinctively I shook his hand as he grinned at me. He was about our age, maybe a bit older. About the same height as me, but in better shape. He wore a dark suit with an open necked shirt. He sat back down and wrapped his arm around Louise. 'I'm fine' I replied. 'What's this all about?'

"Well, me and James had a wonderful night out..." Louise said as she turned to face him. She smiled. "...we ate, we drank, we got talking..." 'About what?' I interrupted. "Well, I asked Louise where she saw this going" he continued. "I mean, she's obviously a beautiful woman..." He tailed off as he looked deep into her eyes. I could feel the electricity between them. "...but she's married. You're married. I wanted to know what this was going to be." 'How do you mean?' I asked them. "Well, Louise tells me you know what happened the first time we met." I didn't respond. "I wanted to know what happens now. Is this a date thing, or is it more than that...?" Louise took over, glancing at me. "I told James I love you, but I feel like being with him has put a real spark back in our relationship. What do you think?" I thought. This was, after all, my idea, and Louise was a different woman since she'd been dating; more adventurous, more forthright. We'd certainly been having more sex since we started this. "That's what I thought. I've no wish to leave you, or to hurt what we have," she continued as she turned to him "But being with James makes me feel so..." she tailed off, lost in her thoughts. He cut in. "Louise wanted you to be sure if this ended up physical, you'd be OK."

I stopped and thought. This was it. I was going to finally consent to this going ahead, but I could tell it was only a formality. If I said no this wouldn't stop, it would go on behind my back. If I gave them my blessing, I'd at least know about it. I turned to Louise. She looked back and smiled. After what seemed like an age's consideration I sighed 'As long as you tell me what goes on, and you're happy, you can do what you want to.'

She jumped up and hugged me. "Oh thank you babe!" she exclaimed. "This is going to be so exciting. Thank you!" he looked at us and smiled. "That's cool, man. Listen, I wanna make this fun for all of us. I had an idea." Louise perched on my knee and carried on. "I was telling James about our sex life, and he came up with a solution to one of our problems." 'I wasn't aware we had any problems' I replied. "Well, it's not really a problem," Louise continued "but you've got to admit that we both like it when the other is 'in charge'. Isn't that true, babe?" She was right. I had often tried to get her to be more assertive in the bedroom. She was getting better, but I could tell she wasn't comfortable. Similarly, when I would take charge she really got off on following my instructions. 'Well, sort of' I answered. "And you're always saying we should try new things. Expand our horizons, isn't that right?" 'Yes...' "Well, James has an idea..." she turned back to him.

"You see," he said, reclining on the couch, "I can see that Louise could be very assertive under the right conditions, but also needs someone to control her and push her comfort zone. I can do that for you two, if you want." I shook my head, 'I'm sorry, I don't understand'. I caught myself apologising to the man offering to satisfy my wife's sexual desires. This was bizarre. "It's simple;" he said flatly as he lent toward us "Louise becomes completely submissive to me. She follows my every instruction and I will expand her horizons in ways the two of you won't believe" "And, at the same time, I do the same to you. You do what I say, when I say it. Only sexually, of course!" Louise added, slowly rubbing my chest.

I was stunned. Not only was this guy offering to take my wife, literally, he was telling me he wanted her to be his complete slave. My stomach knotted and my throat felt dry. As I considered the offer, I could feel my manhood stirring, and I wasn't the only one who knew it. "I can tell you're interested..." Louise purred in my ear. Finally I spoke.

'I have a couple of conditions.' "Go on..." He leant back again. 'Firstly, we need to be able to get out at any time. If we think it's going too far, we end it' "Like a safe word?" 'Kind of, yes. Secondly, no homo stuff. That's not how I get down. Thirdly, nothing our friends and family could find out about.' "Anything else?" I felt I was missing something important. I wracked my brain but couldn't think. I looked at Louise, she smiled but offered no suggestions. Finally I conceded. 'No, that's it.'

"Then we're agreed," he leant toward me again to shake my hand and said triumphantly. "Louise is mine to do as I please." Louise beamed and bristled with excitement as gave her away with a shake of the hand. He sat back again and looked at Louise. "Your husband has put me in charge of your sex life, Louise. How does that make you feel?" He puffed his chest out, settling into his new role. "Excited!" Louise replied with glee. "Excited what...?" He corrected her. "Excited... Sir?" she volunteered, slightly shocked. "That's better. Now, thank your husband. Kiss him. Properly." Louise bent towards me and kissed me passionately. She hadn't kissed me like that in years. "That's enough" he commanded, and she stopped. Now, show him what he's going to be missing. Take your dress off." Wordlessly Louise stood up and moved to the middle of the lounge. She glanced at me as she undid the zip at the back and wriggled out of her dress. She stood before us in the black sheer lingerie he'd picked for her and turned slowly around. Her bra barely covered her breasts, and her erect nipples were clearly visible through the material. Her panties were slick, and her trimmed pubes clear to see.

"She's a fine looking woman, Mike. I'm going to enjoy this. Come over here." Her eyes locked on his and she approached him, turning around and sitting on his lap. He ran his fingers up her thigh and lightly caressed her mound. "Tell your husband to give you his wallet" "Bring James your wallet" she moaned at me. As I rose to find it, she shivered. I put my wallet on the arm of the couch. He emptied the cash out. "Now, go and get your coat, Louise. The cab's still outside. You're coming to say goodbye to me and bring home the change." She slipped her arms into the coat and went to button it. "No," he stopped her. "Leave it open." I followed them to the door and watched, shocked, as she walked him down the path on her heels with her coat blowing around her waist in the wind. My erection ached as they stood talking to the cab driver for some time. In the dim light I couldn't make out what was going on, but presently she kissed him deeply before turning and walking back to the house. She stood with me, her coat still open and her body in full view and my erection straining under my robe as he got into the cab and drove off.

When he was out of sight she closed the door and led me upstairs. 'What happened out there?' I asked as I reached for her. She playfully slapped my hands away. "James says I can't tell you now." she teased. "And James says you aren't to touch me while I'm wearing his clothes." I sat on the bed unsure of what to do now. "Wait here" Louise teased as she turned away from me. I watch her sway into the bathroom and close the door. I sat wondering what would happen now for what seemed like an age. She reappeared wearing one of her usual nightdresses. Her makeup was gone and her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She looked like a domestic mom again, not the sex kitten I'd followed upstairs moments ago.

"Now, I have a job for you" she told me as she pushed me down on the bed. "Before we go to bed I need to to help me unwind. James and I did a lot of talking tonight and it made me horny as hell, and I won't be able to relax until I've calmed down." She climbed on to the bed and straddled me. My hard clock pushed against her dripping pussy through my shorts. I kissed her as she slowly crawled up the bed until her pussy was inches from my face . The smell of her sex drove me wild. "Do it, baby. Make me cum" she panted as I began to hungrily lap at her hard clit. "That's it... just like that..." she instructed as she lowered herself onto me. Almost without thinking I lowered my shorts and started beating myself off as I ate her. As her orgasm neared she whispered "James said... he wasn't going to... touch... me tonight... he said... I'd have to wait... for him... " Then finally she gasped "oh... GOD...!" as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. I hungrily pulled her onto my face, leaving my own pleasure for a moment to share hers. As wave after wave of pleasure hit, her body twitched and shook until, finally satisfied, she raised herself off me.

"Thank you babe" she whispered. "Shall we do you...?" 'Oh yes' I growled, and began jerking again. 'Talk to me' I said. 'Tell me about your night.' "What do you want to hear? We spoke about life and how we got here, but he didn't try anything sexual until we got here. In fact you know almost everything that happened..." 'Almost?' "Yes, babe." she leant in and kissed me. "We came home and talked. You gave me away..." she lifted her nightdress and stroked her pussy, inches from my face. "...he made me strip, and then I paid for the cab..." by now it was almost unbearable. "In fact the only thing you don't know is how I paid for the cab..." 'What do you mean?' "James told the cab driver he could have the cash" she lifted herself up again "or a minute... with his fingers... in... here..." as she exposed her pussy I could hold back no longer. With a grunt I came over myself. "Yes babe. James didn't touch me, but the cab driver did." I was shocked, but so turned on. "He put his dirty, meaty hands all over me. He put two fingers in here and was rubbing my clit like crazy, babe, but he ran out of time. That's why I was so horny..." Her pussy looked achingly inviting, inches from my face. I reached for it as she jumped up.

"Not tonight, you. You've had your fun and I've had mine" I must have pouted a bit, because she continued. "You did an amazing thing for us tonight, and I think it's going to be so much fun. I can't wait to see what James has planned for me!" She got up and climbed into bed. "I can't wait to be his little slut..." she sighed, before adding "...and I can't wait to make you my bitch."


As always, let me know what you think, and anyone with comments or suggestions, or just a simple "I read this and thought it was hot/OK/the biggest pile of crap ever" are much appreciated!
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I love getting "POSTED" directly. Especially if it's a large black post.

I loved this update as well, reading it twice, the second time rubbing a nice one out. It is incredibly exciting to think about what James is going to have Louise doing. Please let us know soon.

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Like the way this is going.

Thanks.
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Have been suffering a bit with inspiration recently, but two things have happened in the past few days which have got the juices potentially flowing again. I thought I'd share them here and poll some ideas :

1. I'm out of state for a few nights, leaving Louise to her own (or anyone else's) devices.

2. I came home a few nights ago to find half a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Louise had been home all day, but neither of us take coffee. She tells me she'd been testing the milk (and I believe her), but there was still a buzz of confused excitement when I spotted it.

So what do you all think? A seed of a (possible standalone) story there. Do you guys think it's worth investigating...?
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I don't think there is any question that it must be investigated and Louise probed.
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1999, I just found this and OMG what a great story!!!!!!!!!!! i bet its not only me and Donna who are following all your adventures in your threads but seems im a little late to the party. It would be such a waste for you not to continue with this, it just gets better and better and the more you tell the more inspiration it will give you to see how far things can progress in real life. Im sure you have had many ideas of what happens next so please share.
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i like this story of you very mutch indeed, but you can go over the hill en let Louise do mutch more humilation with you en fuck every stranger en also other relativs en bring sloppy seconds to you.
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It's been over a year and ice not updated this, mostly due to other priorities but also a bad case of writers block. Is it worth me continuing, or is no-one interested? Some idle thoughts I had for future events:

* James fucks Louise. Lots (obviously)
* Either on James's request or on her own initiative, Louise cuts me off - not chastity, but complete orgasm control
* Louise explains our game to Amy, who starts to dom me too (babestitting me while Louise is on dates, etc.)
* James starts some light modification work on Louise - new hairstyle, wardrobe, maybe a visible piercing or a discrete tattoo. Nothing that shouts 'hotwife', but something out of character she wouldn't normally do
* James gives Louise to a friend, then multiple friends, first for the night, then longer
* And finally, and I'm not sure how the story progresses from here, James starts turning Louise out and keeping the proceeds

Obviously this would pan out over some time, but that's pretty much my list of ideas. Anyone think it's worth continuing? Or got any other ideas for me? I need some inspiration to get back in the game...
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PLEASE continue. I love your progression plan for the story!
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I've only recently come to this story, but going on the rave reviews it's getting I'd better get up to speed with it. If Donna (donna4blackuse) says it's good then that's all I need. She's an experienced and discerning lady where it comes to the pleasures of fucking BBC.

I'll get back to you with some comments.
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I was sure tonight was going to be the night. After a few weeks of texts and trying to make plans, Louise and James were on their second date. She'd not told me where they were going, but had been dropping hints a few times – was she going to our favourite restaurant? The one I used to take her to when we were dating? She even suggested they might be going to my parent's favourite place. "Imagine what would happen if your m0m saw me, babe. What would she say? Do you think she'd mention it, or would she pretend not to see?". I was pretty sure Louise wouldn't go looking for trouble like that. At least, I hoped she wouldn't.

I'd tried to get some rest, but I just couldn't. My mind was racing. I was certain my wife was fucking another man. The only doubt in my mind was whether she was doing it right now, or whether she had already made me a cuckold.

My mind span back to earlier. She'd been getting ready for hours. A long, hot bath, careful shaving and waxing so her pussy was bare apart from a thin landing strip, carefully painting here long nails a deep, slutty red. Because James had paid for the outfit for their first date, he decided it was only fair that I pay for the second date outfit, so we'd been shopping the previous weekend. Louise had decided on a tight black two-piece. The top wrapped round and tied at the side, exposing a deep V between her breasts. The skirt skimmed her hips and finished above the knee. We also needed new shoes – black lace up stiletto boots that came halfway up her shapely calves. She got herself dressed, fixed her hair and makeup – big, smoky eyes, blowjob lips, hair straight and swept to one side, and waltzed out to the taxi James had sent. That had been hours ago. I'd put the young ones down for then night, tidied the house and now found myself sitting in the darkness, not focussing on the late night trash TV that was illuminating the room.

Then the door opened and shook me back to the room Louise closed the door and strutted in, Her heels clicked across the floor and she collapsed opposite me and sighed, smiling the smile of a woman who'd been deeply and thoroughly fucked. No-one spoke.

"Well..." she asked. 'Well what?' "Aren't you going to ask if I had a good time?" 'By the look of it I'd say you had a very good time' I replied. "I did," she cooed as she leant towards me. "Would you like me to tell you about it?" 'Of course' I answered, shifting slightly on the couch. "I will, but first, get naked. I want to see how much you enjoy it" this was the first time she'd shown any interest in me since she started planning her date. I stripped down and sat on the couch, my member flaccid but hardening. "And sit on your hands, I don't want you distracted." she added. I complied, feeling surprisingly helpless. Louise was now sitting on the edge of the chair, leaning forward, totally in control of the situation.

"We had a lovely dinner. Nowhere flashy, just that Spanish place in town. We ate, we had some wine, we laughed, it was really nice" She leant back slightly. "Then, after our entrees James announced he didn't like the look of the desert menu and wanted to try somewhere else. I was more than happy to oblige, so he settled the bill and we took the half bottle we still had and went for a walk. He held my arm and was kissing me in the ear as we walked through town, it was a wonderful night." She closed her eyes. "Then we ended up at the place where he wanted to have desert." 'Where was that? I found myself asking Louise sat up and looked me in the eye"The Best Western in town" she smiled.

The words hit me like a rock. A hotel for desert. Of course. My cock started to grow. "Turns out James already had a room booked. Almost as if he was expecting something to happen. He thinks of everything." 'Did he... make you..? I asked without much conviction. "No. I wanted him" She moved right to the edge of the chair "I wanted it to happen" my cock continued to grow. "I wanted him to fuck me"

She leaned back slightly. "We went through reception and I was giggling like a schoolgirl. We got into the elevator and I knew I had to have him, I'd never wanted anyone more" 'Not even...?' I ventured, but she ignored me. My cock continued to grow, now almost fully erect "We kissed in the elevator like highschoolers, and through the halls until we fell into the room. James laid me on the bed and we kissed slowly as we had some more wine. He ran his hand up my thigh and kissed my neck, and I made a grab for his cock. I could feel it straining through his pants, begging me to let if free." She relaxed back, eyes shut, lost in a dream. My manhood was now fully erect, but laying hopeless and untouched. "I undid his belt and his pants, and pulled it out. It looked magnificent. I held the bottom of his shaft and took it all in. I started licking at his balls, then up to the tip. Then I took him in my mouth. I swallowed down as much as I could, just like you showed me. James seemed to like it, he was groaning and moaning." Louise edged herself over to the edge of the chair again, before slowly getting up. "Then, he made me stop. He told me to stand at the end of the bed, like this." 'What then? I begged' "Then he made me undress. First, me made me undo my top, like this..." She slowly opened her shirt, revealing... no bra. "He was very impressed with my underwear choice, babe." I was shocked, but so turned on. Instinctively I started to lean forward, to pull my wife close and make love to her.

"NO!" she snapped. "Back. And on your hands. I won't warn you again." I sulked back onto the couch. "Of course, by this time he wanted to know if I was matching, like you like, babe" She slipped out of her top and undid the zip on her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stood in front of me, nude,but not naked. "What do you think, babe? James liked it" At this point she at on the edge of the coffee table, right in front of me. "He put me on the bed like this..." she said as she leant back and pulled her heels up under her ass. She was completely exposed. "He told me to stroke myself while he undressed, like this. Once he was naked, he came to me and kissed my thighs, in towards my pussy..." She traced his path with a gentle finger, before idly played with her clit "And then he started eating me out, babe. And he was good, babe. I nearly came there and then, but he took me right to the edge and stopped." y now she was starting to get aroused again, writhing around in front of me 'What happened then?' I asked. 'Did he...? "Put his fingers in me? Oh yeah. One, two, three in me, just the way I like. I was in heaven, babe. I nearly came again, but then he stopped. You know why he stopped, babe?" I knew why, but couldn't say the words. Louise sat up and looked at me, inches from my face.

"He stood up, came closer, and slid his hot, hard cock into my wet, tight pussy." As she said the words she grabbed for my manhood. I jumped as she started slowly massaging me. "He slid it home and he filled me up. Right up. He touched me places I've never been touched. He started slowly, kissing me as he slid slowly in and out of me, I held him tight and it was wonderful. He was talking to me the whole time, about how beautiful I was, and how any man would be lucky to have me. Then he pulled out and moved me to the bed so he could stand up, He put it back in me but this time he was different. He didn't make love to me. He fucked me. He gave me a fucking like I've never had, He told me to touch myself while he pulled my legs up and hammered away at my poor pussy, babe." By now I was getting close to orgasm, and Louise slowed down to make me wait. "Did you cum?" I gasped. "Again and again" she laughed "I came so hard, I squirted all over the bed. And after maybe the third time, he grunted that he was going to cum too. He picked up the pace and groaned as he nutted in the condom, before pulling it off and pouring his load all over me. He told me to rub it into my pussy, so I did" I was relieved that she'd not been barebacked, but was turned on that he'd marked her with his seed.

By now I was aching to cum, but Louise let me go and leant back. "You want to cum too?" she asked. "Did my story turn you on enough?" I told her it did. I told her she must have looked beautiful and been an amazing fuck for him. I begged her to finish me off. She laughed and leant back. She slipped off her boots and offered me her feet. "I'm too sore tonight, babe, this will have to do. If you've enjoyed this as much as you say you had you should have no problems." She closed her soft, sweaty insteps around my member. "Now fuck me, babe. Fuck me like you deserve to." The embarassment was delicious, but I was focussed on my task. I sat on my hands and fucked her feet as best I could. She laughed as I sweat and jerked before finally reaching climax. I wasn't satisfying, but it was a release, something I'd been begging for for weeks. Thick ropes of cum oozed from my manhood around her painted toes as she laughed at me. "Good boy," she whispered. "Good boy". Then she wordlessly leant forward and kissed my forehead, before picking up her clothes and leaving me alone in the darkness. "I love you" she whispered from the doorway.

'I love you too' I sighed.
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Really enjoyed how you have developed this story. Your plans for the continuation sound really hot. Hope you continue to develop it along those lines and are inspired enough to give us some more chapters.
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Had a quick look at your profile - I like the look of Debbie, fucking Hot girl, ripe for fucking!
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Since her date with James, Louise had really lost all interest in me. No matter how I tried to seduce her, she wasn't interested. Everything I knew – massages, slow cuddles in bed – had no result. I tried going down on her a few times, but every time she stopped me and rolled over, uninterested. Her and James were texting regularly now, all hours of the day and night. There had been no more dates, but they were becoming more intimate. Often we'd be in bed and I'd be trying to put the moves on her with no interest, but her cell would buzz with a text and she'd spring up to answer it. It made me angry, jealous and so, so horny. I'd resorted to jacking off once a week or so in the shower or while she was out and the little ones were in bed. I'd fire up some cuckold porn on my phone and beat myself off. It wasn't the same as pussy, but it kept the edge off for me and stopped me going crazy.

One night we were laid in bed and I was on my phone checking Facebook before bed, but I couldn't connect to the internet. "The signal up here's terrible", I muttered. "No, mine's fine" Louise replied. "I can't get anything" I told her. "It's probably because I've changed the wi-fi password" Louise said, matter of factly. "You've done what?" I asked, a bit surprised. "I changed the wi-fi password." "Why did you do that?" Louise put her phone down and looked at me. "Because I know what you've been doing, and I don't like it." I didn't understand.

"I know what you've been doing," she repeated, "and I don't like it" I still had no idea. "I don't..." "I know you've been watching porn on your phone and jerking off," she said, "and I want you to stop" She was not angry. In fact, surprisingly calm. I, however, was speechless. "It's simple, honey. You agreed that I'd be in charge of our sex life, yet here you've been cheating on me with you hand." Cheating on her? The woman who'd spent the last weeks flirting with another man from my bed? That was a bit rich. "I've... just..." I tried to think of an excuse, but I couldn't. "Yes, I have been jerking off!" I exclaimed. "It's been weeks since you showed any interest in sex! I didn't think you'd care!" Louise thought for a while. "I suppose I have been a bit distracted" she conceded. "It's just that, compared to James, you're, well, sort of..." she tailed off. "Sort of what?" I demanded. She wrinkled her nose, put her hands in my shorts and extracted my cock with her thumb and forefinger, like you'd hold a dirty diaper. Even so, I jumped at her touch. "Sort of... sad, I suppose. Look, even now while I'm telling you what a disappointment you are, you're getting off!" I couldn't deny her touch was making me hard, even if there was no affection in it. "I bet all you want to do now is eat my pussy and whack off, don't you?" "It's been weeks, I'd be happy with anything!" I snapped. By now I was almost fully hard.

"Hmmm. Interesting..." Louise seemed lost in thought. "You just want to beat yourself off?" "Well..." "Like a... dirty little... monkey, or something?" "Ummm..." "Well babe, do you want to or not?" "I...." The conversation went back and forth, but it was clear Louise was three steps ahead of me while I ran to catch up. "If this is all you've been worried about you should have told me" she said with obviously fake concern. "Go on, beat away." "What?" "I mean it. Jerk that thing. Get yourself off. Do it." Unsure of what to do, I grasped myself and started working my shaft as Louise lay next to me. I touched her thigh with my spare hand but she knocked me away. "I want to see this. On the floor. Down there." For some reason I didn't object. I stood at the foot of the bed, still jerking, while Louise pulled herself upright. She reached for her cell.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I sputtered. I was worried about photos, but she put the phone to her ear. She didn't speak to me. "It's me. You won't believe what's happened. No, I'm fine. No, he hasn't, but guess what he's doing. No, right now..." She'd called James to tell him she was making me jerk for her. My cheeks were ablaze. I'd never been so humiliated. "He's stood right in front of me, butt naked, trying to jerk off! I know! I know!" I was mortified. She briefly addressed me. "Don't you fucking stop, you keep going. You wanted to cum, this is your chance. And don't you say a fucking word while I'm on the phone" Back to James "What's it like? I dunno, five, maybe five and a half on a good day. Never really gets hard, just gets slightly less soft, if you know what I mean" she laughed. "Really? You think I should? I'm not sure he's going to last much longer... OK..." she lifted her nightdress, exposing her pussy. She smiled. "Yes, he likes that. He's started shaking. Yes, you're right, that's enough." She dropped her nightdress again. She fake pouted for me. "Oh, he's sad now. The pussy's gone away. You want something else...?" She extended her foot towards me, nuzzling into my balls. "Yes, he likes that. I can feel him getting close now. God, that's disgusting. I can't believe I used to let that inside me. Yes, he's close now, I can feel it. Come on you loser, fucking cum!"

Almost right on cue, I obeyed. Ropes of cum poured out of me as I nearly collapsed on the bed. When the pounding in my ears subsided, I could hear laughing as she surveyed my mess. "Yes, he did. All over the place. Well, not all over the place. It's barely past my ankle. There's a puddle on the bed, but not a big one. What...?" she fixed me with a gaze. What now? "Oh yes, that's a good idea. I'll make him do it now. Hey! Loser! Clean me up with your shorts!" I dutifully obliged, drying the seed I'd spilled off of Louise's foot. "And that on the bed!" I soaked up the puddle as best I could, and went to discard them in the hamper in the corner. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You put those back on and keep them on." Again, I didn't complain. I was broken by the experience. My head swam as I put on the sicky wet jockey shorts. "Yes, he's wearing them. Yes, I know. Really? Saturday? No, nothing I can't get out of. Yes, you too. Bye." She hung up. "That's how it's going to be, now, babe." she said sweetly. "You want to get off, I say when, and I say how. Is that understood?" I didn't answer. "Now get some rest, looks like I'm out this weekend, you've got the kids"
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It's been a while, but I thought I'd get back on the horse, so to speak...


It was Friday evening, the night before Louise's next date with James. The little ones were in bed and Louise called me up to the bedroom. She sat on the end of the bed, with a small card box next to her. "I'm out tomorrow and I've been thinking about your little problem. Your bad habit. I think this will help." She handed me the box, which felt surprisingly heavy. I asked what was in it. "Open it" was her only reply. I opened the top to find a drawstring bag containing something metallic, which clanked as I opened it.

"It's a chastity cage" Louise told me flatly. "If you can't be trusted not to touch yourself – and you clearly can't – I'll have to remove temptation." I felt there would be no arguing. I was surprised at myself. I felt no shock or anger, but I was finding this new dimension quite arousing. I'd seen pictures, but never seen a chastity device in real life before. There were three different sized rings, all with a loop for the padlock, and an open lattice cage for my cock. All were made of sturdy chromed metal.

'So what happens now?' I asked as I examined my own personal prison. "It's simple," she explained, "I control your cock. Any time I feel you need to be reminded of that, I'll take it away. And I'll hold the keys, so don't go getting any ideas about letting yourself out." Of course, I knew that was what the game was, but I needed to hear her say it. Then a voice said 'Shall I try it on?', and I realised it was me. Louise agreed that would be a good idea, and I started the struggle of fitting myself into 'my' cage for the first time. I started with the medium sized ring first, but it wouldn't fasten around the base of my shaft, so I tried the largest one and I could just about close it with the lock, but there was no way my swelling cock would fit inside the cage.

"Why isn't it on yet?" Louise asked. 'It won't fit' I explained. 'I need to calm down, but I can't.' Louise rolled her eyes. "Maybe this will help!" she said as she reached over and, with an open hand, struck my glans, hard. I welped, but it made no difference. If anything, it had the opposite effect and my erection stiffened. "You're unbelievable!" Louise spat in disgust and struck me again. Another welp, another rush, and I became stiffer again. 'I know this will cost me,' I started hesitantly, 'but there is a way of softening it up...'. I started slowly rubbing my head as if to underline my point. Louise raised an eyebrow, but didn't stop me. 'If you were to let me finish off, I'm sure I could make it fit...'

"You're right, it will cost you" Louise replied. "But I suppose one last pop before I lock you away would be OK." I felt myself beaming. "But you do what I say. On your knees." On command I knelt before Louise. "You have one minute, and you're going to cum on my toes. Or I'm going to make you wish you had." On command I started beating furiously, anxious to get my release. The ring still tightened around my shaft ensured my cock was more engorged than it had ever been, and I could feel myself getting close. Louise had removed her socks and her toes were underneath my balls, playing with me. "Come on, hurry up" she encouraged, but it was "this is your last chance, make it a good one" that pushed me over the edge. I was careful with my aim to make sure not a drop was wasted. All of my mess landed on Louise's feet, pooling between her toes and running towards her ankles as she lifted them to me.

"Now clean me up" she instructed. I reached for my shirt, but she stuck her feet in my face and instructed me to do it with my tongue. She'd never asked me to eat my own mess before, but I seemed to have no choice. I hesitantly stuck my tongue out and tasted the salty mix of foot sweat and spunk, the texture of my cum sticking in my mouth no matter how hard I swallowed. Once Louise thought I was done I was told to put the cage on properly. She helped me undo the ring, and I slid the cage over my now soft member. It felt cold and hard, and seemed to hold me in an unnatural position, but wasn't too uncomfortable, at least at the moment. Louise made me stand for inspection. "You'd better get used to this, I'll be leaving you like this a lot from now on..." She said. The thought filled me with dread and excitement. Then a pang of regret hit when she added "...starting tomorrow."
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It was definitely worth waiting for. Inevitably the cuckold gets himself locked in chastity for his own good. I'm a great believer in the value of a cock cage, a wonderful obedience training device for cucks.
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Kenny is correct. Worth the wait!
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Saturday afternoon soon gave way to Saturday evening, and Louise's date with James. As was getting to be a habit, she took herself off to fix herself ready, and I looked after the family. This time she seemed happier to let me see her get ready, so I was able to watch her wandering about in a towel doing her makeup, then wriggling into the new black bra and panties she'd bought for the night before putting on her outfit – a loose-fitting black camisole top and deep green wide leg pants which were slit to the thigh, exposing her legs as she walked and meaning she could choose to cover herself or fully expose herself as she sat. She finished the look with a set of new platform sandals that fastened around the ankles "so they won't fall off". Once more I was to deliver her to James, and Amy was again coming round to watch the little ones while I was out. Before she left, Louise explained she was going for a to stay with a friend and the family didn't bat an eyelid, but I could see Amy smirk a little at my obvious discomfort. We kissed everyone goodbye and got into the car.

Louise was excitedly texting the whole drive, barely registering me at all. I felt like I was driving a highschooler going for her first date. I wanted to remind her to be home by midnight and to make good choices, but I knew it was far too late for that. We pulled up in town at the rendezvous and she leapt out of the car without a second thought into James's arms. She didn't look back, but he gave me a cheery wave as they turned and headed into the bar he'd picked. I turned the car round and drove away.

When I got home, Amy was downstairs alone, having put the others to bed. I went to see them and found them both tucked up safely, out until morning. Back downstairs I thanked Amy for coming over while I was out, but she made no effort to get up and leave. She sat on the couch with her phone in her hand. She wore a tank top, jogging pants and sneakers. She wore a thin gold chain around her neck and had long black fingernails. Her blonde hair fell over her face, but she looked confused. I asked her what was wrong. "I know it's none of my business, but I don't understand what's going on here..." she said. 'Louise goes out with her friends every so often...' I tried to explain. '...they all stay over at each other's houses to save getting taxis or hotels.' She wasn't buying it.

"The thing is, Louise and I have been talking..." Oh no. "She says you have some sort of 'arrangement'?" Oh no. "She says even though you guys are married, she has a boyfriend? And nights like tonight are when she goes out with him?" I couldn't answer. "Is that right?"

All I could do was shrug in agreement. 'Yeah, I suppose you're right, Louise has a boyfriend.' I sat on the couch and explained about James. About the dates. About the 'overnights'. Amy wanted to know what I got out of the deal – did I have a girlfriend? Did I want a girlfriend? I had to admit I didn't, and the only thing I got out of it was the feeling of my wife dating another guy. Amy seemed surprised. She wanted to know why I got off on that. I had to admit I didn't know, but I did – that Louise getting off got me off. She asked if the thought of her knowing about us got me off, and I had to admit it did a little bit. She asked what would happen when she left and I said nothing would happen, because Louise wouldn't let me. Amy asked if I could be trusted, and I said I could. She leant in close and whispered in my ear. "Louise doesn't believe you, so she sent me this..." As Amy handed me her phone, I noticed the charm on her necklace was a small key. I looked at the screen as she sat back, arms folded. It was a message from Louise.

Six words

"Make him put the cage on."

Oh no.
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1999:
Oh no.

Very much "Oh Yes"!! It always catches up with the cuck in the end, you're going into enf0rced chastity, for your own good. It'll add to your frustration.
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This is good!
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Bravo !!! Please continue...
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Very nice.
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