How Locktober Led to a Life in Chastity - Part 7 (Patreon)

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The morning after the Halloween party I woke up before Lucy and crawled between her legs. I had to. My dreams had been filled with thoughts of my wife kissing another man and it had left me in a state of intense arousal, which my chastity heightened significantly.

“Mmmm,” Lucy said as my tongue roused her from her slumber. “What a lovely way to wake up.”

I licked my wife’s pussy fervently. I couldn’t help it. I felt truly overcome with desire. Despite the fact that I’d been locked and teased for the entire month, it was thinking about Lucy flirting with the guy in the Superman costume that left me feeling truly agonized over being in a cage. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life.

Lucy came quickly. Part of me hoped it was because she was turned on just like I was. She had a smile on her face when I crawled out from under the covers.

“Thank you,” she said.

“My pleasure,” I replied. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Lucy smiled. I wondered if she was thinking about Superman and the way her flirtation with him had aroused me. I wondered if she was thinking about the way I’d fucked her with a dildo the night before and the obvious pleasure I’d taken in seeing a long, thick rubber cock slide in and out of her pussy.

At that point I couldn’t quite come out and say it, though. I couldn’t just tell Lucy that I’d found it enormously arousing to watch her flirt. I couldn’t confess that I would probably have enjoyed it if she’d kissed him. It felt like too much. It felt like the kind of thing that could completely change our marriage (which it ended up doing, of course) and I couldn’t commit to it in the moment.

“I’m glad you couldn’t help yourself,” Lucy said as she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. She pulled my lips to hers and we shared a soft kiss that sent waves of desire through my body.

“I can’t stop thinking about you in that incredible costume,” I said, referring to her breathtaking catsuit from the night before. I had been thinking about her in the costume, of course, but my mind had been dominated by what she did in the costume. I wanted to bring up the Halloween party without mentioning the specifics of her and Superman. That seemed like the best way to do it.

“It was sexy, wasn’t it?” Lucy said.

I wondered if she was talking about the costume or the flirty fun she had with another man. I hoped it was the latter.

“You’ve never been sexier,” I said.

Lucy smiled and kissed me again. There was a greater sense of desire behind it. She moaned a little and slipped her tongue into my mouth.

“Yeah? You really think so?” Lucy asked.

I was certain we were talking about her flirting with Superman. Neither of us wanted to say it directly, but it felt like we were both thinking the same thing.

“Absolutely,” I said. “Watching you at the party…it was the most arousing experience of my life. You were so confident and sexy. No one could take their eyes off of you.”

It felt thrilling to talk about her openly flirting with someone else while not actually mentioning it. For some reason it seemed a little bit naughtier. I loved it.

“Take these off,” Lucy said as she tugged at my boxer shorts.

I pulled them off, revealing my locked cock. I was dripping precum.

“Did you really like watching me?” Lucy asked as she straddled me.

She rubbed her slippery pussy over my locked cock as I looked into her eyes. I saw her lust. I saw how much she enjoyed having my dick locked in a cage.

“I loved it,” I said. “I loved it in a way I can’t even explain.”

Lucy sat up and reached between her legs to guide my chastised cock into her pussy. I felt her warmth and wetness envelope me. It was a feeling I’d gotten used to over the course of our first Locktober. It was a feeling I’d come to enjoy and even crave.

“Did you enjoy the attention you got?” I asked.

Lucy smiled. She kissed me and rubbed her pussy over my crotch. I felt an incredible ache between my legs. I was both desperate to be set free and eager to remain caged. It was an odd sensation.

“Did it look like I enjoyed the attention?” Lucy asked.

Her eyes were locked on mine. Her breathing was heavy. Every few seconds she let loose a moan. She was using the nub of my locked cock to masturbate.

“Yes,” I said. “It looked like you loved the attention.”

I desperately hoped we were talking about the same thing. I hoped Lucy was talking about how Superman flirted with her.

Her eyes closed as she said, “I did.” She bit her lower lip and moaned. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. “Is that bad? Am I a bad wife for enjoying the attention?”

I grabbed her ass and gave it a hard squeeze. Lucy leaned down and kissed me. I hoped that the passion behind my kiss was enough of an answer.

“Will you sit on my face?” I asked. I wanted so badly to taste her again and to have the pleasure of making her cum once more.

“Dirty boy,” Lucy said as she slid up my body, leaving a trail of her juices on my stomach and chest. “Of course I’ll sit on your face.”

She dropped her pussy onto my mouth and I ate her out. I licked her with wild abandon as Lucy moaned. She grabbed my hair and ground her cunt over my mouth, leaving my cheeks and chin coated in her delicious juices.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” she yelled.

Her grip on my hair was so tight it hurt, but I loved it. I loved that little twinge of pain. I loved the idea that she was cumming for the second time that morning and I had no chance of getting off. I loved serving her needs.

After her orgasm, Lucy straddled my chest. The warmth and wetness of her pussy felt incredible against my skin.

“I guess you really did like the attention,” I said.

Lucy ran her fingers through her hair and smiled at me. I couldn’t tell what was going through her mind, though I would have given anything to know if she was thinking about another man in that moment. I couldn’t get the notion out of my head. My lust hadn’t dissipated. It couldn’t, not with my cock in a cage.

“I did,” she said. “Though that might be a dangerous thing.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Well, now I want more of it,” she said.

As you know, Lucy got more of that attention. So much more.

I woke up on November 1st, 2017 hoping that Lucy would let me out of my Holy Trainer.

“We’ll play after work,” Lucy told me.

I knew she was right. She could have let me out and given me a quick orgasm and I probably would have been happy with that, but it would have been much more exciting to enjoy a long, sensual teasing process before she got me off.

I didn’t get much done at work that day. How could I? I was focused on my first taste of freedom in a month. If you’ve ever been in chastity you understand how crazy you can get when you’re that close to being released after a long time without an orgasm.

Lucy didn’t help me concentrate. Shortly after my lunch break she sent me a series of pictures. She was in a dressing room and she was trying on some of the hottest dresses I’d ever seen her in.

“I want to look good for tonight,” she’d texted before the pictures started rolling in. “What do you think?”

There were a dozen pictures and they were all stunning in their own way. Some of the dresses were exceptionally tight and low cut. Others were far more conservative but still managed to look breathtaking. There was even a sundress or two in the mix.

“You’re killing me,” I texted back. “You look perfect in every picture. I couldn’t pick one if I tried. Buy them all.”

Another 20 minutes passed before I received another text.

“I figured I’d get something sexy to go under my dress. What do you think?”

More pictures came in. It was one lingerie shot after another. There were stockings, garter belts, sexy bra, lace panties, camisoles, chemises, and even two corsets in the mix. 

I couldn’t begin to concentrate on work. I imagined going home to find Lucy in one of those dresses with a beautiful lingerie set underneath. I imagined getting to enjoy a long, slow teasing session as she stripped for me before unlocking my cock and taking it inside her. I imagined the best orgasm of my life following soon after.

“You’re incredible,” I texted back. “Truly. You’re perfect in every way.”

Half an hour before my work day was due to end I got a picture from Lucy. It was a close up of her pussy. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed. Her lips were open just a little. Her wetness was obvious.

“Hurry home,” she texted.

I left work early. I couldn’t think straight and I certainly didn’t care about my boss getting angry at me. I needed to get home. I needed an orgasm.

“Lucy!” I called out the moment I ran through the front door. My heart was pounding I felt that familiar ache between my legs. I was overcome with anticipatory lusty.

“In here!” she replied.

I ran to the bedroom. Lucy was standing at the side of the bed. She was wearing an intensely sexy black lace lingerie set. My eyes scanned her body. I admired the black lace top stockings, the panties, the garter belt, and the bra that held her beautiful breasts.

I rushed towards her. I kissed my wife. She wrapped her arms around my neck and took my tongue into her mouth. She made no effort to slow me down. She let me take what I wanted, or what I could take with my cock locked up in a cage.

“Someone’s happy to see me, aren’t they?” she asked as I finally relented and broke the kiss.

“More than you can possibly know,” I said.

Lucy grabbed my locked cock and smiled. Her fingers teased my balls as her lips approached mine.

“Does he want to come out to play?” she asked.

“Desperately,” I answered.

Lucy kissed me as she squeezed my balls. She tapped her fingers along the Holy Trainer. I moaned into her mouth. I felt my craving for release grow.

“You should take your clothes off,” she said.

I stripped in record time and stared into my wife’s eyes. I was ready to do whatever she wanted.

“Get in the bed,” she demanded.

I threw my body into the bed and Lucy straddled me. She sat on my crotch. I felt the intense warmth emanating from her pussy even through her panties.

She leaned forward and kissed me while reaching down to pull aside her panties. Once again my locked cock was bathed in her wetness. Lucy was turned on, which thrilled me.

When she sat up again, there was a big smile on Lucy’s face. I thought for sure that was the moment she was going to pull the key from around her neck and unlock me. I was wrong.

“Sarah gave my number to Superman,” she said.

For a moment I was befuddled. It was like she was speaking a different language. Then it clicked. Sarah was the host of the Halloween party. Superman was the guy Lucy had flirted with.

“He texted me today,” she continued.

In that moment, the most incredible thing happened to me: The notion of being unlocked completely departed my mind. All I could think about was my wife texting with a man she’d obviously been attracted to.

“What did he want?” I asked.

Lucy smiled as she ground her pussy over my locked cock. I felt some of her wetness drip down onto my balls.

“He asked me on a date,” she answered.

I groaned. It was unexpected and involuntary. It just slipped out. It made Lucy smile.

“What did you say?” I asked. My pulse was racing.

Lucy leaned forward. The soft fabric of her bra pressed against my chest as she kissed my neck before whispering, “I said yes.”

My hips pushed upwards as I groaned. My wife had made a date with another man. Neither of us had come out and said it, but she’d guessed correctly that I was deeply into the idea.

“When?” I asked.

Lucy sat up and leaned back. I looked down and saw the tip of my locked cock disappear into her pussy.

“Tonight,” she said.

I felt genuinely surprised. I figured tonight would be all about me. I was wrong, of course. I’d gotten so caught up in my lust for an orgasm that I’d forgotten what both Lucy and I had found arousing about chastity: She was the one in control.

Lucy pulled the necklace holding my key from around her neck. She dangled it just above my locked cock.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” she said.

I looked into her eyes. I saw that naughty glint I’d become so familiar with.

“I can go on a date with Superman,” she said before pausing to move her pussy over my Holy Trainer, “or I can let you out and ride your cock until you cum inside me.”

I felt a weird sense of agony wrapped in arousal. I wanted both.

“If you choose to fuck me I’ll cancel my date with Superman and tell him I’m sorry but I’m not available. If you choose to stay locked up I’ll go on my date and we’ll begin an entirely new adventure,” she said.

Ultimately, there was only one choice for me. “Go on the date,” I said.

Lucy smiled, leaned forward to give me a kiss, and climbed out of the bed. She put the key around her neck once more and walked into the closet. When she emerged a few moments later she was wearing a sexy little black dress.

“Will you zip me up?” she asked.

I crossed the bedroom and Lucy turned around. I slowly pulled up the zipper, knowing full well that I was participating in a significant change in my marriage.

Lucy turned around and pulled me close. She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “I was hoping you’d make this choice,” she whispered. “I’ll see you when I get home.”

She slipped her feet into a pair of high heels, grabbed her purse, and left. Instead of having an orgasm on the first day after Locktober, I told my wife to go on a date with another man while I stayed in chastity.

There’s no question it was the right choice. Next time, I’ll tell you about how that first date went and how my cuckolding began in earnest.