Peter and Cindy

Timmy,
I'm wondering if its possible for a man to wake up and smell his own roses ....

What's the line from that Kenny Roger's misterg? You gotta know when to hold em and when to fold em. It's time for Peter to fold em. If Cindy is bluffing he'll find out and if she's not, well it's good to know that too.

Timmy, you know I like your stories; they're creative, well written and thought provoking; but if she don't love ya, she just don't love ya and there aint nothin ya can do about it.

GH

An excellent adventure. Thanks again.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Peak, GH and Donna, thanks for your comments.

Peak, not quite sure what you mean. Either some Brit thought that I don't get or too much calcium build up in brain to comprehend it.

Anyway here is another chapter. It will be a while before there is more. I'm going out of town for a while. Part fun part business.

Happy Easter

I woke up to a sucking sensation on my dick. I’ll be damned a morning blow job? What was that all about?

It didn’t take long for me to cum. This time there was no finesse on Cindy’s part to prolong it. Cindy came up and there was again the cum filled kiss.

“Good morning darling. I thought it would be a nice way for you to wake up since I won’t be home tonight. Not sure about tomorrow night. I will have to let you know in the morning.”

So that’s how it is going to be. She has a date and I get a mercy blow job. Yeah another phrase I had picked up while reading some of the stuff Barb had pointed out to me.

“Well I better get going.” With that Cindy got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

I was in need of a bathroom myself and headed to one of the others where I rinsed out my mouth and used some mouth wash. Brushing my teeth had to wait. Maybe I need to get another tooth brush and keep it in this bathroom.

Again Cindy came down fully dressed carrying a bag. She must have packed while I had my cigar.

“Peter, just a cup of coffee. I have a breakfast meeting with a client.”

“Cindy, please sit down. We have to talk.”

“Ohh? What about. Remember you offered…”

I held up my hand.

“Yes I offered but it was my understanding and I thought I had made it pretty clear that it would be limited times. You were gone the weekend. Spent two days with me and now you are going off again for one, maybe two nights. I clearly remember that we talked about you doing your thing during times when you are out of town on business. You will be away anyway and it will cut the risk of discovery and the fallout from that.”

“I have not signed up to be a part time husband for a couple of nights a week. Maybe I need to rethink the whole thing.”

Cindy never did sit down. She drank about half of her coffee standing up. Then put the cup down.

“Peter, I have to run. We’ll talk about that when I come back. Like I said I’ll let you know tomorrow morning if I’m staying out another night.”

She came over, stroked my cheek and picked up her bag and brief case and headed out.

I was angry and heartbroken all at the same time. Confused too. What was I to do? Not much I could do at this moment short of pulling the “trigger” and have Cindy served with the divorce and I was not quite ready to give up.

Maybe, hopefully she’ll realize how upset I am and come home if not tonight, then tomorrow for sure.

Things didn’t quite work out that way.

She didn’t come home that night and I never heard from her the next day so I assumed that it was a two day fuck fest.

I had just gone to bed when I heard the garage door. So I scooted over to the middle of the bed and pretended to be arelax.

I made believe that I woke up as Cindy tried to climb into our bed. Trying to nudge me to move over to give her more room. I pretended to wake up.

“What are you doing? I didn’t think you would be here.”

“I’m trying to get into our bed. I’m sorry that I didn’t let you know what I was doing. I need to cuddle with you for a bit.”

“No you don’t and no you won’t relax in this bed. I maybe a cuckold but I will not relax with a woman who smells of a perfume that I did NOT (I emphasized the NOT pretty loud) buy for her. Better go to one of the other rooms.”

“Peter, I’m sorry. I go and take a quick shower.”

“Do what you want Cindy but I won’t relax with you. What did you think? That sap, he’ll do anything for me. I’ll be nice to him, push my boobs into his face. He’s so hung up on them and then I’ll get him to eat my pussy, a pussy where my lover has had his big cock in maybe a little over an hour ago. Maybe even suck his little dick again. That should make it alright. Is that what you’re thinking, what the plan was?”

There was a surprised look on Cindy's face after my outburst.

“Go Cindy, take your shower if you want to but do it in the other bathroom and go relax in one of the other rooms. There is no place for you in this bed tonight. We can talk about our issues tomorrow any time you want to but now I want to relax, failing that because I'm pretty upset not be around you.”

“Good night”

“Please close the door on your way out. I intend to relax in in the morning.”

I thought I heard a sniffle, maybe a low sob but I also heard the door to the bedroom slam shut.

That night the nightmares were back.

I was still angry and the last thing I wanted was another mercy BJ so I pretended to relax on my stomach as Cindy came into our bedroom to get her clothes for the day.

A couple of times it sounded like she was going to take a deep breath before speaking but she never said a word and quietly closed the door behind her as she left our bedroom.

Not much longer I heard the garage door open and close. I waited another fifteen minutes or so before getting up, taking a shower and head down for breakfast.

On the table was a note.

“Dearest Peter, I’m sorry. I screwed up. I’ll try to explain tonight. If it’s OK with you, I’ll bring Chinese home with me. Maybe you could just fix us some kind of salad.

Love Cindy”

Hmm, that was unexpected. Tonight could get interesting. Either things will get better or we’ll have a giant fight and things come to head.

I was on the phone with a client when Cindy poked her head into my office and blew me a kiss and pointed up towards our bedroom. I guess she was trying to tell me that was going to change before dinner.

When I was done with my conversation, I headed for the kitchen were there were assorted containers from our favorite Chinese takeout place. The only one I knew of that had Peking Duck on the menu at all times. That’s what was in the containers plus a small container of hot and sour soup. I got the plates out and set the table.

Everything was all set when Cindy came down the stairs dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. Not that she didn’t look hot, but not the look that I had expected. I had been primed for a full press court of seduction with some sexy lingerie.

Cindy was standing in the kitchen doorway looking at me.

“Peter, can I have a hug and a kiss?”

That was a switch.

I opened my arms “any time Cindy, any time…”

The look on her face made it clear that she got the message. Any time that she is not smelling of some other guy or a perfume that I didn’t buy her.

We hugged and there was a nice kiss, not the tongue wrestling match one might expect. Both of us were fully aware that there were unsolved issues that needed taking care of before there could be romance.

Separating I said “Cindy I’m having a beer. What would you like?”

“Just ice water please for right now. Thank you.”

There was not much talk while we were eating. Eating Peking Duck takes some work. I guess you can think of it as the Chinese version of fajitas.

“Cindy this was a good idea” as I pushed my plate back. “That was delicious.”

“Peter, why don’t you go out to the back and fire up one of your cigars, I’ll take care of this stuff, pointing at the containers and dishes. I’ll join you out there shortly.”

I just stood there with my mouth wide open. Cindy giggled just a bit. I really don’t remember when she offered the last time to clean up the kitchen. Not that she hasn’t helped, especially after a dinner party, but for normal every day meals I got stuck with cleaning up for most of the time.

“Cindy, I’ll help you.”

“No Peter please, I need this time to gather my thoughts. Just go out there. I won’t be long.”

It was maybe ten or fifteen minutes before Cindy came out to join me.

“Beer or cognac Peter?”

“I’ll have a cognac please. Thank you.”

Cindy came back out and handed me the snifter. She herself had still just water.

“Peter, first I want to apologize for not talking to you on Saturday. To give you all the details of what to expect this week. It was not fair and created frictions between us. I was stupid and arrogant. So sure of your love that I trampled all over you after you came up with that crazy offer of letting me have…”

“I want to make it clear to you – even though I haven’t show you much of it the last few months – that I’m just as much in love with you as I was when we first started to go out. Not being completely sexually satisfied has put a strain on our relationship. For a long time I was able to deal with it but then I ran into a guy I used to date way back when ‘BP’ – before Peter. It brought back memories that I had suppressed. I know this is painful for you to hear but we said that we would always tell the truth.”

I was going to say something but Cindy held up her hand.

“Please Peter, let me finish. Anyway, I met him a few times for lunch and also for dinner but I never slept with him. I have not cheated on you”

There was a wan smile on her face.

“At least not without your permission.”

Cindy took a sip of her water.

“Peter, I should have told you what my plans were before I ran off on Saturday after our talk. See the issue is that he’s in town on a temporary basis. He is going home on Saturday afternoon. I tried to cram in as much time with him as I could but also give you some love – show you my appreciation for the sacrifice you are making by accepting being my cuckold. It is not that I don’t want to accept the limits you have put on me. Well to be honest, accept them most of the times.”

“Like I said, I was stupid not to take the time to explain to you what was going to happen. So I hope that you can forgive me. That we can have a hot evening filled with sweaty sex tonight and here comes the tough part. I would like your permission. Yes I’m asking for permission to spend tomorrow night with him. I’ll be home some time Saturday afternoon. I’m not sure when his flight is.”

Also I promise that I will never, ever again come to our bed smelling of some other guy. Again it was stupid. I should have known that you would pick up on the perfume. You are way too sensitive in that respect. It was not an act of disrespect even though I’m sure you must have felt that way considering how you acted and I don’t blame you. It’s no excuse but I was anxious to get home to you, so stupidly I decided to skip the shower at his place.”

By this time Cindy was on her knees in front of me, tucking on my zipper. How could I stay mad at this girl. She was the light of my life. I believed her.

Whew! What do you say? You're up to your usual complexity. Does Cindy give Peter another bored fuck? That is the question. I can't wait to find out, but I guess I'll have to. Have a great vacation and thank you for writing.

GH

Fantastic writing with just the right amount of intrigue and suspense.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Donna and GH, thanks for your comments.

“OK babe, I believe you and I accept your apologies. It’s true I was really hurt. First when you ran off after two nights at home and then even more so when you came home… I won’t say what I thought.”

“Now to your request. We have a problem. Remember you promised to be always there when we had social functions, as long as I would let you know in a timely manner? Well dearest Cindy…”

Cindy looked up at me with a frown. She picked up on the slightly sarcastic tone.

“Cindy as soon as you ran off, I sent you an e-mail with the schedule for the rest of this month. I’m willing to bet that you haven’t look at it.”

“It is our turn to host ‘Dinner at Six’. It has been on our calendar for almost eight months when we agreed to host this month’s dinner during the meeting at the club house.”

“Dinner at Six” are small group gatherings of members of our club. Usually no more than five couples. The host provides a theme and the main course while the guests bring appetizers, beverages and dessert. During that meeting, we set the schedule for the entire year. It is possible to switch if needed because of family or business interference but not on a two day notice.

“Oh damn. I totally forgot and you are right, I didn’t look at your e-mail. I was too caught up in my sexual adventure.”

“Cindy, you are in luck. The theme is oriental food. We can cheat and get take out from ‘Lucky Kitchen No. 5’ including some Peking Duck and other stuff. But I will need you to be home no later than two PM on Saturday to help set up. I’m NOT going to do it alone just because your ‘fuck toy’s’ plane is leaving at four or when ever.”

“Peter!”

“Well what else can I call it? Certainly not lover because if you ever refer to any of those as such, I will automatically assume that you no longer love me and I will take steps to end things.”

That sat her back and she had a shocked look on her face.

“OK Peter, I understand” came out of the mouth of a somewhat subdued Cindy.

Rather than saying anything else Cindy busied herself with my dick which she by now had freed from my pants and briefs.

Damn if it didn’t feel good laying back on the lounge chair, a beautiful woman playing my dick like an instrument, a nice cigar and a half full glass of really nice cognac.

Life was good if you could block out the past three months and ups and downs of this week.

Cindy tired of teasing me and I came in her mouth. She sat up and had this devilish smile on her face. Licked some of it from her lips and swallowed.

“I’ll share the next load with you, you can count on that. You were lucky that you were smoking that cigar. Finish up and go brush your teeth. We have unfinished business in bed. Think you can this hard again by the time you’re done brushing?”

She just couldn’t resist those little digs but they have always been part of us so as long as she said them with a smile to take the sting out of them like right now, I was OK with it. After all I did have that problem.

Cindy got off the lounger and with an exaggerated ass wiggle sauntered into the house and I presume up to our bedroom.

I finished the cognac and decided the stump of the cigar was not worth saving and left it to go out in the ashtray while I untangled myself from my pants and briefs to follow Cindy into the house.

There was still the unresolved issue of when she would go on her next, not sure what to call it. But that could wait. Hopefully it would be a while and we could have a few weeks of normal married bliss.

When I got up to our room, Cindy was sprawled across the bed on her belly.

When she heard me coming, she wiggled her ass suggestively and said “hurry up lover boy, get your mouth and teeth clean and get busy. I need your magic tongue right now.”

I did as I was told and then started to kiss Cindy’s ass, working my face into the crack and rimmed her rosebud ever so lightly. Cindy pushed herself towards me lifting her butt up clearly wanting me to get deeper into her with my tongue. I was not having it, I kept teasing her with my tongue but also with my fingers as I ever so lightly stroked her pussy and clit.

Soon her juices started to flow and she was getting more and more frustrated.

“Damn you, stop teasing – get busy and get me off already.”

To my surprise, I was hard again and I had an evil thought. I kept teasing Cindy, keeping her on edge as I slowly shifted position to get my dick closer and closer to her wet pussy.

I thought, I’ll fix you this time. I lined myself up and suddenly stopped what I was doing, grabbed Cindy by the hips and pulled her onto my hard little dick.

“What!?”

It was too late. I held a firm grip on Cindy and started to pound her pussy from behind. It was different, there actually was a reaction from her. Her internal muscles clamped down on my dick and her breathing quickened.

I swear that if I could have lasted another minute, I would have made her cum. There was nothing I could do to hold on any longer and I blasted my load into her and before Cindy could say anything, I had her flipped over and was working her pussy with my mouth and tongue and shortly thereafter she was wracked by several orgasms.

I backed off after sucking a good bit of my cum and her pussy juices into my mouth, then scooted up and kissed her hard, transferring the content into her mouth.

Cindy was too stunned to speak.

“Is that what you had in mind sweetheart when you left and came up here?”

Cindy punched me pretty hard.

“Hey that hurt.”

“You deserve it for forcibly taking me you bastard. You’ll pay for that.”

But I noticed that she was smiling rather than have that so well known “bitch from hell” expression on her face.

I snuggled back up to her and gently kissed her.

“I love you Cindy. Thank you for coming back to me. For being the Cindy that I fell in love with.”

Cindy stroked my face. “You think you were pretty smart, eh? Pulled one over on me? Maybe I was counting on you doing something like that.”

Then she shook her head.

“No I wasn’t, you totally surprised me. But to be honest. I liked it. I know my body responded to you which hasn’t happened in a long time. Maybe we are doing the right thing.”

Something must have crossed my face.

“Please babe, just relax. Let us not think about those things right now. I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I know we need to talk some more but right now I just want to enjoy being with you.”

Another kiss then Cindy started to push me away.

“I do believe you are not done. You still owe me several orgasms. Better get to work and if you should get hard again, I’ll take care of it my way. Understand buster? No sneak attack this time.”

I was fine with that and settled down to worshipping Cindy’s pussy and ass ‘til she cried ‘uncle’.

Sure enough, I had gotten hard again but decided it would not be a good idea to try the same thing twice.

By the time Cindy had caught her breath again, she noticed by now only partially hard dick.

“Did you get hard again?” I just nodded. “Sorry, I should have paid attention to you. Just not used to you getting these multiple erections. Not that I’m complaining babe. Why don’t I see if I can salvage that one.”

Without further ado Cindy flipped over and started some “mouth hugs” which got me hard again.

“Hey, Petey. Get busy on my pussy. I’m still pretty hot and turned on. Should cum pretty quick if you do it right. Whoever cums first, has to cook breakfast in the morning.”

I knew that I was going to lose as soon as Cindy started to wrap her soft lips around my dick but I really didn’t mind. I always made breakfast because Cindy could burn boiling water given half a chance.

As expected, I came first but it didn’t take long for Cindy to follow. She quickly turned around and fed me what little she had been able to get out of my dick.

Then we just laid there enjoying the moment. It had been a long time since we had one like this.

“Peter, can we talk for a bit without ruining the mood?”

I nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Peter, I love you. I was a fool. I should have talked to you a long time ago. I’m truly grateful for your offer and again apologize for this week. Like I said I was stupid. I also want to thank you for letting me have one more time with…”

“I promise, I’ll be home no later than two to help with the dinner party. I honestly had totally forgotten about any of that stuff after I had made up my mind to leave you. I’m going to pay attention to the calendar and your e-mails. That is a promise.”

“Also I’m going to stay home and be a good wife to you for the next three weeks. Then I have to go to Chicago for three nights. Not quite sure which days of the week but I will be home for the weekend.”

“I know, I’ve been unfair to you. I’ve treated you shabby and for the last six or eight months, I have not appreciated your efforts to try to please me. I think tonight was different. We both know that I didn’t cum when you surprised me but I responded. I was pleased with your effort once I got over my shock. Maybe having that ‘outlet’ has removed the frustrations and tensions. For the first time in a long time I enjoyed having you inside me. Yes babe, I did. The other thing. You are changed. You are no longer a ‘one spurt’ kind of guy. I don’t know why, and honestly I don’t give a damn why that is. I like it. Maybe one day, if we keep this up, you’ll get the ‘brass ring’ and make me cum with your dick.”

While I wasn’t really happy about the reamisters that changed her attitude I was grateful for the overall positive note of what Cindy was saying. No wise crack about the short time I was inside her.

Maybe things could work out. Only time will tell.

In the morning the I got the now almost expected morning before I go get fucked blow job and off she went.

I was pleasantly surprised, but did not make any comment when Cindy was home Saturday, just in time for a quick lunch before getting started with the preparations for the dinner party which went off without a hitch.

That night there was no real love making just some cuddling and kissing and I was fine with that. I wasn’t too anxious to follow some guy.

Sunday, we slept late and went out to brunch and a walk in the park. Found a nice shady place and started to make out like teenagers. Dinner was leftover stuff from the night before and then we settled in front of the TV with a movie of Cindy’s choice. Soon I got bored and set down on the floor and massaged Cindy’s feet for a while. About three quarters through the movie, Cindy shut it off. Grabbed my hair and pulled me up. Giving me a hot kiss.

“Better follow through with what you started Petey. Let’s go to bed.”

Funny, at that point, I didn’t even mind the Petey. Somehow it sounded different. Nice, caring and not derogatory like in the past.

The next two weeks were pleasant and uneventful. We sort of settled back into our routine of me giving Cindy daily oral services and she would either give me a blow job or hand job and on Friday and Saturday night I got both. Play extended late into the night since Cindy could relax in.

Two or three times a week, I made an honest effort of having intercourse with Cindy, always after she first took the edge off with a hand job. Once I started to show signs of revival, Cindy would use her talented mouth to get me fully hard. The nice part was, that Cindy was responsive. I don’t honestly know if it was for real, that she really wanted to or if it was to just please me. Whatever the reamister, I was happy with the things were going.

That all changed during the third week. Cindy had decided to leave on Monday and come home Thursday. During that week, ever so slowly the bitchy Cindy came back. The cutting remarks increased and while she still demanded that I serve her, she did not reciprocate. I was left to my own devices.

So on Saturday I had enough and after my round of golf I called home. No answer, just the voice mail. So I left identical messages on both the home and her cell phone.

“Cindy, Jeff has tickets to the ball game. I’m staying at the club for now and I’ll go with him to the game. I’ll be home late.”

Jeff didn’t have tickets. I just didn’t want to put up with more of her crap. I hung out at the club for a bit. Then went into town for some dinner and a movie. Some action film that I would never get to see any other time. Actually it was pretty good.

It was after ten when I got home. Cindy’s car was in the garage but downstairs was dark. She must have gone to bed. Well I was still keyed up from the movie, so I poured myself a cognac and went out on the back deck to just sit and relax for a bit.

Eventually I got tired and went back inside ready for bed.

As I came closer to our bedroom I heard noises. Clearly Cindy was in the throes of an orgasm.

What the fuck?

So I kind of snuck up the last few steps and got a peek through the half open door. There was Cindy with the biggest dildo I’ve ever seen her play with fucking herself while another smaller one was seated in her ass.

I once had tried getting in there with my dick but got shot down rather quick and in no uncertain terms was told to never ever try that again.

Here was the stupid piece of plastic getting her off.

I was pissed and decided that I didn’t want to be part of that. I quietly walked past our room into one of the others, undressed and crawled naked under the covers.

That night the nightmares came back.

Very good, I'm now loving this story. It's become wonderfully complex.

thank you

GH

Ooo the twists and turns of this one. I agree with good husband that it's become wonderfully complex.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Donna and GH,

thank you for your comments and support. Truly appreciated. I have another segment ready which will follow this post but then it might be a while before the next one comes out.

Sunday mornings usually are very relaxed. I would fix a nice breakfast for the two of us once Cindy rolled out of bed. After we’d read the Sunday paper, pointing out stories or even reading parts of it to each other.

Not this morning. I barely got a good morning out of Cindy as she headed for the fridge, giving me dirty looks because her usual glass of OJ wasn’t on the kitchen table. Deciding to ignore her, I fixed myself some cereal, grabbed a cup of coffee and the sports section and headed out to the back deck.

When I went back inside for a refill of my coffee, Cindy wasn’t around. I just shrugged. Got my coffee, another section of the paper and went back out.

Cindy was in the shower when I went upstairs to put on running clothes to go out for a run.

I did leave a note on the kitchen table for her telling her what I was doing.

When I returned two hours later, Cindy’s car was gone. Oh well. While I was in need of a shower, I decided that it was a good time to wash my cars and do a couple of minor jobs around the house.

It was close to five in the afternoon when I was done. So I headed for the shower wondering if I should try to call Cindy or just let things ride.

I decided on the latter. I got dressed for staying around the house and contemplated whether I should fix myself some snacks and wait a while for Cindy’s return and maybe a joint dinner of sorts or just cook myself a couple of burgers and to hell with Cindy. If she comes home I can always add another burger.

I was hungry so the burgers won out. I started the grill, got a couple of English muffins out of the freezer, partially defrosted them and then put them into the toaster. Cut some Vidalia Onion for my burgers.

I had just sat down on the back deck with my dinner and a beer when Cindy showed up.

“Ohh” was all she said and started to turn around.

“Cindy wait a minute. Let’s talk for a moment. Don’t give me this ‘Ohh’ crap and try to make me feel guilty. I left you a note, telling you I went for a run. You were gone when I got back and there was no note. No phone call. I was home all afternoon. So like I said don’t try to lay a guilt trip on me.”

“Sorry Peter, I guess I should have called.”

“You guess?” I said with a rather sarcastic tone.

“Peter, I don’t want to fight. I said I’m sorry. Eat your burgers before they get cold. I’ll find something to eat.”

When I went inside, Cindy was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine and picking on a salad.

I put my plate into the dishwasher and sat across from at the table with a new beer.

“Cindy, what is going on? We had a great two weeks and then things went to hell. The old bitch Cindy came back with a vengeance. Talk to me. I love you but you are not making it easy for me.”

Cindy poked at her salad and refused to look at me.

What did that mean? Did she go out and got laid?

With a big sigh “Peter, I’m frustrated and getting angry with you again. We need to change our pattern. It’s clear to me that I cannot go for three weeks without you know…”

So that was it. Sexual dissatisfaction reared its ugly head again.

“Peter, I love you too but you need to please understand my needs. I can’t control them. Yes you are right the first two weeks were great. It was like old times but this last week…”

Again she trailed off.

What could I say?

“So you are saying that you can control yourself for two weeks and be the nice loving wife, but that is as far as it will go. So what do you need at that point? A one night stand? Two, three?”

“Is that why you went to town last night with two dildos. Yes, I saw you and I was hurt.”

Cindy’s eyes got big “that’s why you slept in the other room?”

“Yes, it wasn’t so much the big one, not that it didn’t hurt but I know my limitation. No, it was the other one. It made me wonder if your fuck toys get things that I don’t.”

“Peter, please, please believe me. NO one has been back there but that piece of plastic. I’ve been wondering what it would be like. There has been pressure. I’m not ready for that. Not sure I ever will but I promise you that if I decide to give up my ass, you will be the first to take it. I swear. So please don’t worry about that. OK?”

I nodded, not totally convinced.

“To come back to your other question, to be honest, I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to test that out. I’m going out of town tomorrow for three nights. Not sure how that will work out if I find someone suitable already tomorrow night. Like I said no idea. For all I know, nothing could happen which will make things worse when I come back. So I’m going to try…”

I held up my hand. “I don’t need a play by play of what your intentions are wherever you are going. By the way, usually by now I would have your itinerary from you with location and hotel information.”

“I think now more than ever, that is very important for me to have. I don’t want to spy on you or anything like this but I’m thinking of your safety. I need to hear from you on a regular basis that you are OK. If I don’t hear from you and can’t reach you on your cell, I want to be able to direct the local cops to your hotel. So please make sure I have your itinerary and please, please call me each night. I need to know that you are safe and OK.”

“Promise?”

Cindy reached over and took my hand and squeezed it. “I promise.” Thank you for caring even after I have been a bitch to you. You don’t deserve the treatment I’ve been giving you.”

“Can you forgive me please?”

“Forget it Cindy. It’s OK. I don’t think I understand why, but I’ll live with it because I don’t want to lose you.”

That night we made passionate love. I even got to stick my dick into her pussy and there was some response to my efforts. Eventually we were both totally exhausted and fell arelax in each other’s arms.

In the morning I got the “going to get fucked tonight” blow job. Like always quick and without much finesse but beggars can’t be choosy.

I made a nice breakfast for us while Cindy took her shower and got dressed. We talked about mundane things revolving about our social life, not about what was going to happen tonight and those other two nights Cindy was out of town.

Cindy was ready to go, we hugged and kissed.

“Be careful sweetheart and don’t forget to e-mail me your hotel info and call me tonight, let me know you are OK. Please don’t forget. I love you and will miss you.”

“Petey, I love you too. Be good. Stay away from the strip joints. I want you really horny when I get home on Thursday. I should be home regular time.”

One more hug and kiss and then I carried Cindy’s bag to her car in the garage and loaded into her trunk. She would leave the car in the office parking lot and take a limo to the airport after lunch.

I waved as Cindy pulled out of our drive and went back inside.

Grabbing another cup of coffee, I went into my office and got to work. At first it was hard to concentrate because I kept thinking about Cindy and her going to pick up some guy. Worrying about her safety. Well she’s a big girl. All I can do is hope for the best.

After that first trip we settled into a kind of routine. Two weeks were great, then Cindy became antsy. Not turning into the bitch but not herself either. So when that started and no business trip was scheduled, she would pack a bag and stay one or two nights out. Not sure where she went and really didn’t want to know either. I always got a blow job the morning of her departure on her adventure and hot sweaty sex the night of her return.

I don’t think she ever tried to con me into eating a dirty pussy or giving me sloppy seconds, certainly not those early days.

Timmy,
Cindy is as complex a heroine for you as ever. I do love your characters sometimes, even when they are not altogether likeable. Not because of that either. You just have a way of walking them sexily down the tightrope of acceptability without falling off entirely. Thanks ...

I agree with Peak. You have a talent for creating female lead characters who are complex and interesting. As I was finishing this segment I was wondering if you were going to wrap it here. You certainly could, but I hope you don't. There definitely seems to be a but at the end of that final sentence.

Thanks for this story

GH

Peak and GH,

thanks for your comments.

A couple of months after our new arrangement got started Cindy came into my office at home with a “head of steam”.

“Peter, I’m looking at next month’s social calendar and I’m not happy. What is this ball at the club? We usually don’t go to these stuffy affairs, just send them a check. I have plans for that weekend.”

That was a first. ‘til that moment all her sexcapades had taken place during the week. She always made a point to be home from Friday through Monday morning.

“Sweetheart, this one is special. Our good friends Joyce and Harold are in charge of this event. His company made a challenge and offered to pay the charity an extra 10,000 Dollars if he could sell a certain number of tickets to the event. Not sure what that number is but of course we need to support him. After all Joyce was one of your brides maids. They were really your friends first.”

“Anyway, I bought ten tickets – a table. Four of them are for you, me and your Mom. She is bringing her ‘boy friend’. The guy next door. I can’t remember his name. His wife died last year. You know, she told me that the two of them had been taking ball room dancing lesmisters. So what a perfect time for them to go out and strut their stuff.”

Since Cindy had her “crisis”, her Mom and I had gotten closer and we talked on a regular basis.

“The other six are for the three from my office and their spouse or date. Besides, you love to dance. It’s been a while but the two of us are pretty handy on the floor.”

It was clear that Cindy didn’t like it but knew that she was stuck with me that weekend. It was a lucky coincident that I had overheard a partial phone conversation. Cindy was talking on the phone when I came in from the garage after washing my car. Maybe she had thought I would be out there longer, not sure. Anyway I heard her talking what sounded like making arrangement for an extended weekend with one of her guys. It pissed me off. Because I had been after her for some time, even before we ran into our current trouble to take a couple of days off and go to some romantic B&B to recharge our relationship and sexual batteries. Cindy always shot me down with one BS excuse or the other.

“Oh alright. I’ll postpone my plans. I’ll let you know as soon as it is rescheduled so you don’t fuck it up again with some stupid affair.”

OK, things are going to be frosty for a while. But she would get over that by the time the ball came around and I knew she would have a great time dancing.

I thought to myself “Thank you Mom and Dad”. See, they had insisted that I take formal dance lesmisters way back in junior high. Both of them loved ball room dancing, were really pretty good at it and even had won a couple of local tournaments. At first, I hated that idea but then it turned out to be a chick magnet once the word spread that I could actually dance. I never wanted for a date to any of the school dances, birthday parties and stuff. Even got invited to some weddings where the older brother or sister got married.

Damn, I miss my Mom and Dad. Some stupid takes driver. But then I also had to think back how knowing how to dance got me my first serious sexual experience.

Mom and Dad were really good friends with our neighbors who moved into the area some years ago. They had this really beautiful flower. She was a year ahead of me in school but we were more or less the same age because I had lost most of my 4th grade for a serious illness and had to repeat it. She had long blonde hair and was sporting some nice little boobs when they moved up here from Louisiana and by the time I’m thinking of, these had grown into a very respectable pair of DD’s. Add to that hints of that southern accent, not the red neck kind but that of the “southern gentry” and I had many a wet dream involving Adele Labeau.

It was one of those nice spring days. I was a junior in high school, sitting on the back porch working on some assignment when Adele walked over through a gate between our two yards. Walking doesn’t quite cut it. Not sure how to describe it. But I got a hard on just watching her.

Adele was wearing a tee shirt several sized too large and it was any ones guess if she had shorts under it or not. There was no question about a bra. There wasn’t one. What was going on under that tee shirt could be best described as two puppies fighting under a bed sheet. Lots of action.

“Hey Peter, got a minute? Need to ask you something.”

“Sure” I sort of stammered.

“Want something to take?”

As soon as I said it, I could have kicked myself. Shit. She’ll say yes and she’ll see my hard on in my shorts.

“Thanks, yes please. Whatever you’ll have”.

“Lemonade OK?”

“Yes, thank you.”

I got up and tried to hide my erection but was only partially successful. I saw that knowing little smirk on Adele’s face. I think she was pleased with herself.

She sipped a bit of her take and looked at me.

“Peter, I want you to take me to the senior prom.”

I was totally floored.

“Wha…, what?”

“You are not going with Greg?”

Greg was the quarterback for our football team and a good one.

“No, we ended our relationship. He won’t be around for the prom. Some stupid football camp where he’s starting college in the fall. We both knew that it wasn’t going to last. We are going to different schools. It was fun while it lasted but it has run its course. I’m not looking to get romantically entangled. I’m going to Europe for the summer, some distant relatives in France before heading up to Princeton in the fall.”

“You my dear Peter have a school wide, make that city wide reputation as a gentleman and great dancer. I don’t know about the gentleman part but I have seen you dance and agree with that. I love to dance so you are it.”

Adele leaned over, giving me quite a view of her charms and smiled.

“There are certain benefits involved with this. I promise to be yours for the entire affair and after. Any party you want to go to. Or we could just go home. As you probably know, both our parents will be off to one of those NASCAR races for the entire weekend in our RV. Dad has arranged for a limo so there is no need to watch our selves and refrain from taking in some elicit beverages.”

“So what do you say? Will you be my date?”

“Of course, I’m just surprised but thanks for asking me. I’ll be honored and the envy of every guy in the school.”

“You may be right there." There was a delightful giggle that got the "puppies" moving again.

“Thanks for the take. I’ll see you around. Maybe we’ll practice a few dance moves later in the week to sort of shake things up a bit.”

Adele blew me a kiss and left me with my mouth open as she headed home swinging her hips in that exaggerated kind of walk that runway models do.

The prom was great, I had a permanent hard on that seemed to amuse Adele and we went to one of the after parties but got bored quickly and left when the smell of pot permeated throughout the house.

We found our driver and told him to take us home. I tipped him and then we went inside Adele’s home.

We had done some kissing but as soon as the door closed behind us, she grabbed, hugged me and tried to remove my tonsils with her tongue.

All this was going on while her hand got a good handle on my dick right through my trousers.

“My what have we here. I think my baby needs some release.”

I thought, I had died and gone to heaven because there was Adele on her knees, pulling on my zipper and digging for my dick.

“Hmm, not the biggest but I can work with that.”

I was hurt, but quickly forgot all about it as a hot tongue started to caress it before taking it completely into her mouth.

It didn’t take long, I tried to warn her but there was nothing I could do. I spurted in her mouth.

Adele looked up at me with a smile. Licking some of my cum off her lips.

I blushed and stammered “I’m so sorry”.

There was a satisfied look on her face.

“No worry Peter. I was trying to make you cum as fast as possible. Now we can get on with the rest of the festivities. Just think all the many happy times you’ll spend jerking off while thinking about this night. Much better than just watching me in my bikini out back trying to get a tan.”

“You’re a bitch.”

Adele laughed.

“Yes, I am and I enjoy being one. Come on stud. Let’s go to my room and you can help me out of this dress.”

Adele wasn’t my first but she certainly exceeded the few earlier experiences by a wide margin. Not sure if I noticed a certain disappointment with my staying power but that was all eradicated when I showed myself willing to provide oral services. I think it was that fact that got me several more dates ‘til Adele went on her trip to France. Every time our parents were off with the RV, Adele and I had a hot night of raw sex.

To me the last two months in my junior year were the highlight of my time in high school.

As I sat there, wondering with whom Cindy wanted to spend a weekend I also started to wonder what Adele was doing these days. The last thing that I had heard was that she got married and was living out west some place.

Be the time the ball came around I had been forgiven and we had a really great time. I enjoyed spending the evening with Cindy’s lady and her new beau. He really seemed like a great guy and think Cindy also enjoyed spending the time with them. I was glad that I didn’t go for a run that day because I spent a lot of energy out there on the dance floor.

Sunday afternoon, I was sitting on the couch with a beer watching the ball game when Cindy sort of parked herself on my lap.

“Petey, can we talk about my weekend away or will you get angry?”

“No Cindy, I’m not going to get angry but I’m disappointed that you would want to spend a long weekend with some fuck toy ( I knew that would annoy her) while you have ignored or poo pooed my requests and suggestions that we take a few days off and go to some nice romantic B&B away from all of this with no computer and turned off cell phones.”

“Petey, you are right. I’m sorry. I should have considered your request. It wasn’t important to me. Sorry that didn’t sound right. Not that time with you isn’t important. I meant the B&B part. We are living in one even if it is not run like one. Oops, that is not quite true either. As far as I’m concerned there are many things like in a B&B. I get my breakfast prepared by my favorite chef as well as many dinners. Thank you for that.”

I guess it’s time to explain our home. It used to belong to my Grand Dad. Back in the fifties he had a winning ticket in the Irish Sweepstakes. Because this was an illegal lottery, some guy from his work would sell the tickets and get them back to Ireland via some airline pilot since they could not be sent through the mail. From what I heard, Grand Daddy went to Europe on vacation to collect his prize and then toured the casinos in Europe for a couple of weeks. Not really to gamble but collecting stamps in his passport for Germany and Monaco. When he came home, he declared a good part of his winnings as casino wins to the IRS and got away with it.

Grand Daddy was a great believer in owning land. His favorite saying was “Lad, you can never own enough land. The dear Lord is not making any more. What we have here on earth is all there is and all there will be.”

Anyway he bought a couple of hundred acres of wooded land about sixty miles from down town with his winnings and just sat on the land.

Then around 1959 the state and the power company came to him and said we are going to build a dam and create a big lake which will be used as cooling water for a nuclear power plant. We need close to a hundred acres of your land. It will be under water in three years. Of course we’ll compensate you for it. Maybe not as much as you would like but think of the positive side. Now all you have the woods with a bit of a stream. When we are done you’ll have between three to five thousand feet of lake front property which will be worth a lot more money, especially after we get done building the highway close to the frontage of your property.

So Grand Daddy sold the land but kept the rights to the lumber. Then he contracted with a paper mill and after all the surveying got done, they came in and cut down all the trees before they drowned in that new lake.

Sure enough, the highway got built and suddenly developers started to knock on his door but he hung on to the land, he wasn’t ready to sell.

No Grand Daddy had a plan. Now that he had all that lake front, why not build a little resort. So he designed the house we now live in. It was supposed to be the “Main Lodge”. It has six bedrooms, one with a full bath and the rest with three quarter bath rooms. There is an oversized dining room and a professionally outfitted kitchen. He had plans for building a half dozen cabins, each with a bedroom and combo kitchen living space. One of them got built before cancer took Grand Ma from us.

Grand Daddy lost all drive and it was close to a year later that he died. He gave up after the love of his life passed away.

So here I am with this huge house, the almost finished cabin, lake front and about ten acres of wooded land around it. I sold off the part of it to the country club with three hundred feet of lake front. They picked up other land, adjoining mine. Enough for three nine hole golf courses and all the other stuff that goes with a country club these days. There is a wooded buffer zone between the club and my property and the same is on the other side where several upscale housing developments have taken root. They also have some lake front.

Sometimes I wonder why I stay there but then again, nothing beats those sun sets over the lake during a summer night. I have my privacy and who knows, maybe one of these days there will be a passel of youngren using those other bedrooms.

We both sat in silence for a while, each deep in our thoughts.

Finally Cindy took a deep breath “Peter, I would like to have next weekend. You don’t want to hear about it so let’s just say I need ‘ME time’. Maybe that is a good way to refer to what I’m doing. From now on, any time it is not part of a business trip, I will just refer to it at ‘ME time’. You OK with that?”

I just nodded, still waiting for her to react further to my earlier comments.

“Petey, after that weekend, you pick the place the time and I’ll go with you on a romantic getaway. If you give me two weeks’ notice, so I can deal with work, I’ll go on a whole week long vacation with you. Longer than that, I cannot shut off of my phone or not check e-mails. If you want a longer vacation, you’ll have to deal with that. But I’ll go with you. Like I said, you pick the place and the time.”

“OK Cindy, you have a deal. Why don’t we make just a long weekend, you know from Thursday night through Monday morning. Go directly to work from where ever we are.”

I was thinking that she would be on her best loving and caring behavior after having had a weekend with her fuck toy which should benefit me.

It became another routine in our strange way of living together. Every two months Cindy would ask for a “me time weekend” which we followed up with a “OUR time” weekend in some romantic spot.

After the second time of this we hit a snag. It was partially my fault.

It was a couple of days before Cindy was going to go on a “me time” trip.

“Petey, could you please, please do me a big favor and wash my lingerie for me. I have to work late these two days so that I can get away early on Friday.”

I did most of the laundry for the house but usually Cindy took care of her lingerie. I had done it before a couple of times and it really didn’t bother me, so I agreed.

While I was going through her stuff getting it ready, I noticed some that I hadn’t seen before. Some super sexy and provocative stuff from of all places Frederick’s of Hollywood. I was a little miffed about that. I had no real reamister to complain. Cindy wore a lot sexy stuff around the house but nothing like that. I was jealous and got a bit “catty”.

So after I was done with the laundry I moved a small dresser from one of the spare rooms into our big walk in closet and I put all her slutty undies into that one, the rest went into her normal drawers. That’s when I also noticed a garment bag in the closet. See I usually don’t snoop in Cindy’s stuff but this was sort of in the way of where I was going to put the dresser. So I opened it and checked it out. Some rather slutty tops and skirts came to light. No wonder she hid them. Her play clothes, I guess.

Things came to a head when she got ready to pack for her trip.

“Petey, you did the laundry for me. Thanks for that but I can’t find some of the stuff that needed to get washed.”

“Well, let’s say I did a bit of reorganization. See this dresser in the closet?
That is where you’ll find that stuff. Out here in your regular dresser is all your lingerie that you wear for ME. I don’t want it comingled with that other stuff. Hence the new dresser.”

“Petey, I’m sorry. I guess I should have worn some of that stuff for you.”

“NO” came my firm reply. Under NO circumstances do I want to see you in stuff that you bought for the purpose of impressing your fuck toys. Not that I wouldn’t have liked to see you in some of it but not AFTER you’ve worn it for them.”

“Are we clear on that?”

Storm clouds crossed Cindy’s face. “Petey, your stupid and unreamisterable…”

“No I’m not” I interrupted. You are my wife. You are supposed to be exclusively mine but things are not working out that way. I’ve made certain concessions in order to try to hang on to my dream wife. Flaunting your sordid affairs in front of me by wearing stuff you bought for them is not helping my self-esteem. Yes, I agree you should have thought of wearing things like that for ME. But you didn’t, hence the separation. Now I’m reamisterable and if you want to wear things like that for me, I’m all for it as long as they come straight out of a package. In other words never been worn for someone else. You can wash them before putting them on for me but I want to see them come out of the package. I think that is a very reamisterable request. I also don’t care if you wear them after that for your fuck toys as long as they then wind up in that special dresser.”
“Petey, you are a jerk and you can forget about me wearing sexy stuff for you with that attitude. Again thanks for washing them but better leave because right now I’m really pissed at you.”

Then a smile crossed her face “how will you know if…”

“I will know. Trust me, I will know and it won’t be pretty if you try to be sneaky about it.”

See I had spent the afternoon and part of the evening stitching a little star pattern on each of her slutty bras, panties and negligees. Some place not very noticeable except that I would know to look for it.

That night I slept in the other room and didn’t get the usual mercy blow job. That was OK. I stayed in bed and let Cindy deal with making her own breakfast and coffee. I know a bit youngish but so what? I had my pride.

She must have had a great time because when Cindy came home on Sunday evening, she was all over me. Even tried to apologize for not giving me that BJ. I just waved her off and told her to forget it.

It was an interesting evening in bed. We cuddled and kissed and I did get a blow job but there was no attempt by Cindy to do more than that. Usually she would find some way to get me to eat her pussy. Not that Sunday night. I had some suspicions but never found out for sure if she went bare back that weekend.

Damn

This is turning into an outstanding story. I'm having a great time rooting for Peter.

Thanks

GH

I'm really enjoying this story. Can't wait to see where it's going.

Wow. Simply great writing.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Many new layers since I've last commented. I like the evolution and the uncertainty. I'll look forward to more. Thanks...

Timmy,
I like it. Thanks.

GH, Joeviz, Ms Donna, Zink and Peak,


thank you for comments.

It was Sunday night a week later when we had our weekend, which up to that point had been absolutely fantastic. Beautiful weather. Great food. Even some skinny dipping and love making on a secluded lake beach when Cindy started.

“Peter, can we talk?”

We were naked in bed and Cindy was stroking my dick, bringing it back to life with soft strokes, never enough friction to make me cum. Just enough to get me rock hard again.

“Sure babe, what about?”

“Promise me not to get angry, please.” Soft up and down strokes on my dick.

I just nodded.

“Petey, we both know that you are a cuck…”

I held up my hand. More strokes on my dick, maybe just a touch firmer, bringing me a bit closer to the edge.

“Petey, please. I know you don’t want to talk about it but it is important to me. You say that you love me and want to see me happy. Well to tell you the truth what I’m asking is a really big part of me being happy.”

“So please just let me talk and try not to get angry. It will be uncomfortable for you but if you love me…”

There is was, the magic words and of course more soft strokes. I started to breathe a bit faster and Cindy backed off a bit by decreasing the speed and pressure but never stopped.

“OK?” I nodded.

“Petey, since you started letting me have ‘ME times’ I’ve developed this big fantasy around our relationship. I’ve done some reading and I’m really turned on by the idea that my darling husband is, if somewhat *** but never the less is a cuckold.”

I must have made a face because Cindy put a finger over my lips and then proceeded to try to remove my tonsils with her tongue. This went on for a bit before we broke apart and caught our breath.

Cindy went back to stroking my dick and continued.

“I know you don’t want talk about it but that is what we have right now. To be honest, for me it is a power trip knowing that I can have a lover while you are staying true to your marriage vows. I fantasize that you are sitting on a chair in whatever room I’m in with my lover. That there is humiliating trash talk…”

My dick wilted in spite of her stroking it and Cindy quickly scooted down to take into her mouth to revive it. I have to say, I tried but there is no way one can resist a s*******ful mouth hug.
When I was hard again, she came back up, went back to stroking my dick and continued.

“Peter, I would never try to subject you to that sort of thing because I know it would end our marriage in hurry. It’s my fantasy and I fully understand that it has to stay a fantasy. You are not wired to be a cuck with all the ‘bells and whistles’ that one reads about on the net. I’m OK with that but…”

So there was a “BUT”.

Cindy increased the intensity of the stroking, every so often dipping her fingers into her sopping wet pussy as a kind of lubrication. I would have cum already, no matter how lightly Cindy was stroking me if it had not been for that conversation and the “BUT”. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Petey, you would make ME really, really happy if…”

“You known, make my fantasy a thousand percent better.”

“I was thinking, that it would be so hot, and such a loving gesture if you could see your way clear to wear a chastity device while I have my ‘ME time’.”

There is was. The bomb.

Cindy went back to mouth hugs while I contemplated what she just had said. Did I love her enough to fulfill that part of her fantasy. It would keep me from ignoring the fact that some other guy was fucking her. I would no longer be able to block it out of my mind. Was I ready to make that concession?

Cindy had me back on edge and came back up. Placed a kiss on my mouth and went on.

“You know, after I give you my good bye BJ, I lock you into the chastity thing and as soon as I get home and we had our initial hugs and kisses, I unlock you again ‘til the next time that I have some ‘ME time’ or go out of town on business since that 99 percent of the time turns into ‘ME time’. I know you would never cheat on me. But knowing that you can’t is such a hot idea. Put your hand on my pussy, see how turned on I am by just thinking and talking about it.”

I did and as soon as I made contact with her clit, there were shudders and the noises of a small orgasm. Cindy really was turned on. She has never cum from just talking that I know off.

To give me time to think about the idea I went down on her and ate her to several earthshaking orgasms.

Finally Cindy tugged on my hair, letting me know it was time to quit, that she couldn’t take any more at that moment. So I moved back up. Nothing further was said. We just hugged and kissed for a bit before Cindy fell arelax while I was awake mulling over what she had said.

Yes, it would bring her adultery to the forefront of my mind when I sat there for a single day and night up to maybe four or five days and nights with my dick locked into a CB. Aside of being unable to block her actions out of my mind would it hurt me to give it a try. I’m sure I had the right stuff in the garage to remove the redy thing if it bothered me too much and if not, the hardware store wasn’t far.

With those thoughts, I also fell arelax.

We woke up early since we were both going to work, showered together with some loving touches but no hanky panky. Had a really nice breakfast, loaded our stuff into my car and went back to the city.

Nothing was said about the conversation from last night.

I dropped Cindy off at her office.

“Cindy, I’ll be in the office all day long. Call me when you are ready to go home. Maybe we go have some sushi to top off the really nice weekend for which I’m very grateful. It was fun to be with just you, no distractions. Off buttons on cell phones are a good thing.”

I got out of the car, walked quickly around and opened the door for Cindy which surprised her. I do it when we are ready to leave to some place but usually not in front of her office building with the car idling.

A quick hug and a kiss and Cindy was off to work.

I went to my office and when I checked what was going on, Barb gave me the thumbs up sign. Damn, how does that woman know every time I have a great night of sex with Cindy.

That gave me an idea. Maybe ask her out to lunch and run that chastity thing past her. She’s the one with experience in a cuckold relationship. See what she thinks.

As luck would have it, Barb soon came into my office with a file.

“Peter, could you please take a look at this when you get a chance. It’s some retired Major with some nice assets. I think it would be good if you took over that one and charge him for the services. He’s OK with it. I told him that his assets exceed what would qualify him for free services but that we had a discount structure for military permisternel.

We went quickly over his list of asset and I spotted a few items that should be changed.

“Barb, set up and appointment with him. You are right, this needs some work and the discount rate is fine with me.”

“Listen, got any plans, appointments during lunch time? I would like to run something past you. Permisteral stuff. You offered…”

“Of course Peter, I told you any time. Why don’t I order us some stuff. Get some for the other two too. They can eat at their desk or the conference room and we do it here.”

“Sounds great. You are the best Barb. Thanks.”

“Any time, if you want to believe or not, you changed my life. Things are good all around and you had a big part in that. So any time I can be a sounding board, just ask.”

With that, she left my office and we both went back to our work.

Lunch time came and Barb came with sandwiches and takes into my office. She put the stuff down on the coffee table in the one corner and closed the door. The other two knew not to disturb us. Besides they were busy with their own free lunch.

I took a few bites when Barb spoke up.

“So Peter, what’s on your mind?”

So I related the conversation from last night to her.

There was a knowing smile on Barb’s face.

“I know exactly where Cindy is coming from. It’s a powerful aphrodisiac knowing that YOUR man is locked up in a CB while you have freedom to pick any cock that tickles your fancy. I’ve been there and fully understand her.”

“It was OK with the two of us because of our relationship. Not that Phil would wear a CB while deployed but when he was home, there were times when I locked him up for as long as a months. I would drive him nuts with strip teases and lap dances. Had him begging for release, but we both knew that he didn’t mean it. We had a safe word. He used a few times when I got carried away.”

“Peter, having your man’s cock locked up and his sexual satisfaction at your mercy is heady stuff. One needs to be careful.”

“It’s a question of trust. Do you trust Cindy enough to stick to her word about releasing you as soon as she comes home from her, what do you call it? Oh yeah ‘Me time’. I like that phrase. You two know what it means but if used in a ‘public setting’ like family or friends, it does not have any sexual connotation. Just the need of some private time, maybe some pampering at a spa. Stuff like that.”

“Barb, I’m not really concerned with the trust issue. I have to believe that I can trust Cindy and if she does go back on her word, I’ve got enough tools in the garage to take care of that problem and it would end the experiment.”

“No the big problem is a mental one. I’ve gotten pretty good at blocking out what she is doing when she goes off with her fuck toy or on a business trip. I look at all of these as ‘business related’. Essentially ignore the fact that she’s getting fucked by some other guy. I can do that because for one, Cindy really doesn’t try to rub my nose into it.”

“Being locked up in that CB changes everything. I just don’t know if can handle that.”

“Can I make a suggestion?”

“Sure, any idea is welcome.”

“For one wait ‘til she brings it up again. Go along with it but tell her that you want a key. Make it clear, that it is not a question of trust but that you have been able to block out of your mind what she’s been doing when she goes off on her adventures. Tell her what you told me just know. Make it very clear that it is the mental thing, not a question of trust.”

“If she cares for you and is just looking to experience the thrill of locking you up, she should be able to go along with that. I still have a batch of seals that we used when it was not practical to use the lock, like travelling, having to deal with metal detectors in airports. I can let you have them. She can put one of those on the CB in addition to the lock. They are numbered and that way she’ll know if you took it off while was gone and put it back on just before she is getting home.”

“I’ll bring them in tomorrow and you can get them whenever it is convenient for you.”

“Peter, give it some thought. I have a feeling that this important to Cindy. It might go a long way keeping you two together. She’s building this great big fantasy around her escapades and having you locked up will give a big boost of realism.”

What a nice twist. Usually it's the husband who pushes for the cuckold fantasy.

I wonder what Peter will do.

Thanks

GH

I love this rollercoaster!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

GH and Ms Donna,

thank you for reading and commenting.

Yes there was a lot to think about. I still didn’t like the idea of wearing a constant reminder of what Cindy was doing but I could see where there might be some merit in accepting it. She told me from the beginning that I had to fight for her. I think it’s going pretty good. We have restored for the most time the loving relationship we had before it all came to a head. Our sex life is better than ever. I’ve learned some control and for no reamister that I can figure, I can have multiple erections during one evening.

I won’t volunteer but if Cindy brings it up again, I’ll ask for the key with the explanation Barb had provided.

Three days later the subject came up. We just had what I considered very satisfying husband and wife sexual relations. Cindy seemed pleased too. There was a certain glow on her face.

She turned towards me.

“Petey, I need some ME-time. It will be tomorrow night. Not sure if I’ll come home or stay over. Have you thought about what we talked about at the B&B?”

I let her stew for a while. I could tell that she was getting restless because of my silence and her hand snaked down to my dick, trying to restore some life, I guess to further the conversation and make it more palatable for me.

Finally I gave in.

“Cindy, I have. I don’t like it one bit but I can also understand why you would want it. It would make your fantasy more real, more complete.”

That got me a big smile, the kind that can light up a whole room and a kiss.

“Petey, you’re a doll.”

“Hold it sweetheart, I haven’t said yes yet.”

Now there was a frown clouding her beautiful face. I knew I was lost and couldn’t deny her.

“I have a condition. I want a key to the lock.”

“But Petey…” She was getting a bit upset.

“Cindy, please let me finish. OK?” She nodded, still frowning.

“Cindy, it’s not that I don’t trust you. I do. I know that you would not go back on your word. If you say, you’ll unlock me as soon as you get home, I believe you. So please don’t even go there.”

“No the problem is MY mental state. See I’ve been able to block out in my mind what you are doing. I ignore it. The departure BJ is just an expression of your love for me. Nothing else. I make believe, pretty successfully I might add, that you are on a business trip, late working, a business dinner. Anything but the fact that you are getting fucked by another man.”

“Peter, do you have to use such language?”

“Cindy by your own admission, unless something has changed, it’s just sex, hot sweaty sex with big cocks. So what’s wrong with calling it what it is ‘fucking’.”

She just shrugged her shoulders, “What ever.”

“As I was saying. I’m blocking it out. Living in a world of ‘make believe. Once I’m wearing that chastity thing, I can no longer do that. Reality of being locked up is intruding into MY fantasy, the fantasy that I have a loving wife who never in her wildest dream would consider letting some man, other than her husband near her pussy.”

“Can you understand what I’m saying?”

Cindy looked at me with searching eyes.

“It really hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Damn right, that’s why I want the key. I want to be able to unlock it and go back to my fantasy if reality gets too much. That is all that is behind that request. I’m willing to try and if you give me a key I don’t have to go to the garage and look for a tool to destroy the thing. If it’s in one piece we can try again another time.”

There was a pause. Cindy had stopped stroking my dick. By this time it was a hopeless case, in part due to the subject under discussion.

“Cindy, I understand your desire for that power trip. I’ll go along as long as I have a key. I went and got some small numbered seals (I didn’t tell her I got them from Barb). You can add them to the lock. That way, if you remember or write down the number, you will know if I cheated or not. You know, unlock the thing and take it off and put it back on shortly before you come home. If the seal is broken, you’ll know I took it off.”

Cindy launched herself at me, planted a hot kiss on my lips, than did an fancy spin on my chest and shoved her pussy into my face.

“You bastard, you got me all wet again. Get busy and clean me up and don’t stop until I’ve cum twice.”

She also proceeded to give me a BJ. Maybe it was because the tension from the conversation was gone, maybe because I had made a decision to try. But I was able to get hard again and even achieved a minor O.

After Cindy had enough, we settled into our usual spooning position.

“Peter Wilmister, I love you. Little dick and all.”

She just couldn’t leave it alone. So I said nothing.

Soon both of us were arelax.

That morning when the alarm went off, Cindy told me to go to the other bathroom and take a shower, to wash my dick really good. I’ll take a shower here and I want you to wait for me naked on the bed after you set up the coffee.

I did as I was told and waited. Not for long. Cindy came out of the bathroom naked with just a towel wrapped around her head and hair.

“Sit on the edge of the bed babe. Time to say good bye.”

That morning, it took a lot longer to get me hard. That idea of the chastity thing and what it meant was in the back of my mind. Her blow job this morning was not the usual quickie once I got hard, no it was one of those loving and teasing ones. Cindy took her time but eventually I couldn’t hold back any longer. I blasted a load, not much since she had really drained me last night but enough to pass some back to me during the kiss.

Once done, Cindy took some extra time licking me clean. She knew it was safe to do it. It would take a bit of time before I could get hard again even though I had gotten better at that.

“Don’t move.” Cindy got up and got a warm wash rag and washed both my balls and dick. I started to get hard again.

Cindy slapped my dick.

“Hey why did you that?”

Another slap.

“Can’t have you hard or it will not fit.”

With that Cindy pulled open one of her dresser drawers and got out a box.

“Ready darling, ready to give up control of your sex life to your Goddess?”

I figured it was part of her fantasy, so I just nodded.

“No Petey, say it. Say yes Cindy I’m surrendering my sex life to you.”

But then in a much softer tone.

“Please Peter, do this for me.”

“Yes Ms Cindy, I’m surrendering my sex life to you.”

“Oh, I like that Ms. I’m going to reward you for that when I get back.”

She opened up and got out a curved plastic cage not much bigger than my soft dick, some rings and spacers and a small brass lock with two keys.

She must have studied the directions because she had no trouble fitting what I later found out was a CB 6000 over my dick. It felt strange and when with what I considered almost evil grin, Cindy put her breasts on either side of it, mimicking a tittie fuck, I tried to get hard and it did not feel very good.

“Hey that hurts. It’s too tight.”

“Relax babe, just don’t get hard and you’ll be OK. No porno looking on the computer for you unless you want to be uncomfortable.”

“Like I ever do.”

“OK, sorry, I just could not resist teasing you. It’s all part of my fantasy.

“Here is more. Petey please close the lock and hand me the keys. It’s part of the act of surrender.”

She noticed my reluctance.

“Peter, where are the seals. I promise, I’ll give you one of the keys.”

By then I had figured out that the bolt cutter in my garage could make short work out of that lock. It wasn’t much bigger than a suit case lock.

“The seals are on my night stand.”

Cindy got up and got them and knelt back down in front of me.

“Please”

I pushed the lock closed, pulled out the key and handed both of them to Cindy. Cindy threaded the seal through the place where the lock went through and closed it.

“Here Peter, have key. I hope you can manage. As I told you, it will be a short trip.”

Cindy fingered my pubic hair. “Hmm, I wonder…” but didn’t say any more.

It had me wondering what that was all about.

“Peter, if really bothers you, you know start to chafe, please take it off. I don’t want you to physically hurt from my toy. OK?”

I just nodded.

“Come on, the coffee smells good and I’m famished. I do seem to remember that I’m living in a B&B and it’s time to feed your lady.”

I’ll dry my hair and get dressed. I’ll be down shortly.

“Think you could do me a favor and stay naked ‘til I leave? It’s such a thrill seeing MY man locked up like that.”

This was getting weird.