Condom Love Gifts

My latest fantasy came to me early this morning. My wife is adamant about protection from STD's with any of her affairs. I believe she would be open in a longer-term relationship to consider STD tests and then sex without condoms. She uses other methods for birth control.

I imagined that she made the decision to go through the testing process with one of her boyfriends. In order to stick towards fluid monogamy with him, she would need to cease fluid monogamy with me. So she would tease me a bit about having to start using condoms with her again.

One day she came home with a present. Upon opening it I found a box of 100 condoms. She wanted to give the condoms a try so teased me into bed. She asked me during sex how it felt to have her but not really have her and made me cum pretty quickly. She then told me that that was my final supply of intercourse with her and therefore women forever. She said that if I chose to have sex with her twice a year it would last a lifetime. If it were used once a month then they would last 8 years or once a week about 2 years.

The next night she started to share bedroom details about her boyfriend. This was somewhat rare, as she often kept the details of her time with other men to herself, only sharing on occasion. She shared how he liked to caress her breasts on a loving night or tear off her clothes on one of lust. How he like to make love to her for hours. I started to masturbate to her stories, but she stopped me and said she would have no more of this masturbation and offered me a condom and her loins, which I couldn't help but take in my horny state. She kept this tactic up for the next few days and then commented on how quickly I was going through my supply of intercourse.

I caught a break, I thought, when she went to visit her boyfriend for an evening. She usually sneaks back in early in the morning for a shower and to get ready for the day. I could masturbate thinking about it in peace and did. This time she came back home at about midnight saying she had finally consummated their relationship for real. She said my dream of eating a real creampie could come true tonight. She offered me a view of her sticky pussy and handed me a pair of scissors. She said I could fulfill my fantasy but needed to sacrifice a condom. I thought this could be my only chance so I cut the condom and slowly, with a returning hard-on, made my way to her crotch and consumed the musky mingling of their sex caressing her clit and driving her to orgasm. I felt the burning of cum in my throat and felt a impossible urge to have her and so wound up using two condoms in 1 night. She told me eventually I would have to clean her up and suffer throughout the night without my own release, but said for now she would fuck me as much as I wanted as long as I had condoms left. She asked if I wanted to work towards a second love making session tonight. I declined. My lusts had been sated for the moment.

She kept up her teasing over the next several weeks and kept the supply dwindling at a pretty good rate if not daily, with visits to her boyfriend and stories of their new found passions with each other as the connected. I told I thought she was bluffing with this game of hers and she just smiled politely. I accused of her as using this to improve her sex life and she said it is true. She told me how here boyfriend would now make her beg for him to cum in her. With her stories and sounds of how she would respond to him, she would get me into bed.

One night she brought a new gift. She wouldn't let me open it immediately, but did talk a bit about chastity. We had tried several chastity devices over the years, but never found something comfortable enough or feasible enough for long-term wear never mind permanent wear. She told be she thought after I ran out of sex I would not be able to help but masturbate or even, god forbid, fulfill my lusts with another woman outside our relationship. She told me she knew I would try to be good, but also knew that physical needs would take over my will. She said the gift was the answer. I opened to find a bottle of pills and she began to explain chemical castration. It's what they use on sex offenders. It doesn't exactly stop the ability for me to perform, but would inhibit any interests. She said that I would be on them for life as soon as I ran out of sex. She asked me to find a safe place for them, unless I wished to clip my condoms one by one and start my new sexless life sooner. I declined and buried the pills in the back of the medicine cabinet.

I suddenly wasn't that interested in sex, but she started talking about how her boyfriend had taken her ass the night before. How it had been so long since someone had cared enough to take the time to warm her up and take the back door prize to both of their enjoyment. After breaking down and using another condom for another release she came to lock me up in one of our old chastity devices. She said she was going away for the weekend and wanted me to be good. She said it would be a good idea to start visualizing a life with her without sex. A life where we could be happy doing things together and feeling a deeper sense of love. Where we could cuddle without fear of it turning into sex. She wanted to feel safe and protected. She said how I would learn to understand her need for lovers, as I myself would have to learn to serve her better than I ever had in the past.

She guessed her weekend would be spent mostly in bed a lot as she left, but promised to bring me back a gift if she had the time. I don't know if I will survive another gift.

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When she returned from her weekend she looked different. She had a glow about her but strangely also sadness. I thought maybe something went wrong but didn’t want to broach the subject. She didn’t like when I had demanding questions and made it clear early on that I should wait patiently for her to tell me anything.
She did bring me a gift. She handed me a sealed envelope and told me to go open it privately and I headed off to the bedroom. Inside were several pictures of her in bed. Nothing x-rated, just sexily covered in a sheet here legs out in the open air, her face glowing and smiling, here hair tousled maybe a bit sweaty. It was obvious she just handed me a picture of her post-coital bliss and my chastity device became suddenly unbearably painful. I wondered if I should remind her of my state but thought better of it.

She did not take off my constraining tube, nor did she mention anything about her weekend and it felt like I was getting a bit of a cold shoulder. A few days later with very sore privates, I thought I needed to address her emotions. I finally asked if everything was all right. She said she wasn’t sure. I asked if something bad happened over the weekend. She looked curiously at me and asked me to sit down. She told me no nothing like that. She looked deeply in my eyes and told me that she enjoyed the weekend immensely. The thing was, it was the best sex she had ever had. I couldn’t help but ask maybe too quickly if she was falling in love. She said of course she had feelings, but her boyfriend was not monogamous with her. He was using condoms with his other friends and travelled a bit for work to cities where he met with other women. It wasn’t a love thing.

She looked at me deeply again and confessed. The thing is she said. I don’t want to relax with you any more. I love you she said. The thought of me with another woman still made her furious. She said that wasn’t a problem with her boyfriend. She knew the rules up front and didn’t want to change them. But still the thought of making love to me caused her to feel uncomfortable after having another man constantly on her mind. She wanted to relive those physical and emotional feelings over and over. She admitted that over the weekend for the first time in her life she had an orgasm from intercourse alone. She usually needed additional clitoral stimulation. She liked knowing that I would never be with another woman and that I was committed to her, but she felt bad about her promise to let me live out the last of my life’s intercourse with her. She admitted sometimes she thought it was a game, but now was feeling very real that maybe it is exactly the right place to go.

She said she felt better now. I indicated some of my pains and she gave me the key and I went to take a shower. I was unsure of how I felt. I was worried. I decided to try to get her to bed. I approached her in the kitchen and kissed her neck. She smelled lovely and I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I slowly undressed us and grabbed one of my condoms slipping it on and fold into her in bed. She wasn’t quite as wet as I liked but wanted to be inside of her. I slipped in and was touching and caressing her and slowly fucking her but she felt almost arelax. Her eyes were closed and she was unresponsive. I tried harder. I moved her into several different positions and gently tugged her hair as she liked but it was if she wasn’t there. My anxieties finally caused me to lose my hard-on. I kept trying to put it back inside of her but it was useless. I finally gave up and just lay down next to her not sure of what to say.

She started stroking my hair and said dear, you are just getting worse and worse at lovemaking. Maybe it is a self-fulfilling prophecy or maybe it just what you knew would always happen. I started to complain about the condom but she just shushed me. I think we are making the right decisions for our relationship. I have an idea that may cheer you up, she told me. Let me see if I can make it work out for us.