Kristin's Desire Pt. 04

The next day there was a whirlwind of activities. Kristin planned to meet John at 8 o'clock that evening. David got into the shower when he woke, trying to see if a cold shower really did work. It didn't. He then spent most of the day helping Kristin with one little task or another. Some were fun, some were not.

He booked a room at a luxury hotel near downtown. Kristin was going to take a ride sharing service to the hotel that evening. She had insisted that it was not a 100% sure thing that she and John would really have sex, but David knew they would, or much to his amazement, hoped they would. His feelings were undeniable he thought, he wanted this to happen, that he could not deny. He honestly hoped John would fuck his lovely wife that evening. His throbbing cock, tucked safely away in the chastity device confirmed this thought.

As weird as it felt to call and pay for a hotel room so that another man could fuck his wife. He had been hard the entire time he was on the phone. He had tried to do it online but had to talk to a customer service agent to be sure that he paid for everything upfront. Kristin had requested that he pay for the room. She thought it would be a fun way to turn him on, having to pay for the room, while John and Kristin got to have the fun.

"So, you will not be present at check in?" the woman had confirmed when they spoke.

The question embarrassed him even though she had no way of knowing that his wife would be using the room to get fucked by another man, with her husband's consent. He knew that there was no deeper insinuation in the question, but he still felt strange, a tingle in his balls if he were being honest, as he pictured Kristin all dressed up, flirting with John, as they got their key cards. He knew the desk clerk wouldn't know, or couldn't know, but he thought about the desk agent smiling as she watched Kristin and John walking toward the room, knowing exactly why they were there.

Later that day Kristin called him to the bedroom. Of course he dropped what he was doing to oblige her request. She smiled when he walked into the bedroom, patting the seat where she sat in front of her makeup mirror.

"I love you," she said, a lustful look of desire in her eyes.

"But if you aren't ready, we can wait," she continued.

"Not forever," she quickly added.

"I do need this," she honestly confessed.

"I was OK with this little guy," she went on, playfully grabbing his chastity cage.

"But now that I have flirted with guys, talked to them, and I have come to understand your feelings, I do need this."

She smiled instantly, seeing David vigorously shake his head in denial.

"Please don't," he stammered.

"Please don't call this off on my account."

"That's all for now sweetie," she said, dismissing him, turning back to her makeup table.

"I'm so glad you WANT me to do this," she said as he walked away, placing emphasis on want.

He looked back in dismay, but she smiled softly, blowing him a kiss as the slightest hint of a smile reached his face. He quickly turned in embarrassment and left the bedroom. She smiled to herself, loving to push his limits, not making him say he wanted this to happen, but showing him this with undeniable clarity if he were honest with himself.

"I'm getting in the shower," she yelled a while later.

David sat, unable to concentrate on anything but what lay ahead for him that evening. He knew she did that on purpose, making it seem like he was the one who wanted this. He knew beyond any hint of a doubt that she wanted this as bad or worse than he did. But as he sat there, listening to the shower run, he had to admit to himself at least, that yes, he really did want this to happen.

He did want this. He wanted it with every fiber of his being. It made little sense to him, in the moment, but he could not deny how hard he was as he pondered the next few hours. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this would impact his marriage, and relationship with Kristin, the only girl he had ever truly loved.

"Sweetie," he heard her call a bit later, and, smiling to himself as he did, he rushed to see what she needed.

"Get undressed, I need some help," she said, popping her head out of the shower.

His pulse was racing as he hurried into their bedroom and quickly undressed. He knew there was no way he could be this lucky, but his cock ached in the cage.

"Yeah sweetie," he said, breathless with anticipation, as he opened the shower door.

She was seated on the bench in their walk in shower, her legs spread.

"On your knees," she ordered, pointing to a wet towel placed in front of her on the shower floor.

He knelt down in anticipation. He couldn't even touch her yesterday, she kept teasing him relentlessly about that. Now she wanted him to lick her pussy he thought in delight, trying to ignore his once again rock-hard cock. If only that fucking cage was a bit bigger, he thought.

"Not that," she said, trying to hold back a chuckle.

"But it's cute that you still hope."

"No sweetie. I want you to shave me."

David shyly smiled, feeling humbled. He had wondered why she would want to do anything with him when she was going to be with John that evening. The thought felt like a punch to the gut. He truly felt like a cuckold. This was far beyond a fantasy now. He was naked in the shower with his wife, and he had no chance at any sexual intimacy. He couldn't even touch her, or himself, for that matter. The reason for this was mind blowing. The girl he loved, his wife, who had promised to be faithful to him forever, was going to be with another man tonight.

As much as that thought filled him with dread, it also filled him with the most intense sexual desire. He really did want this to happen. He came to this undeniable realization on his knees in the shower, as he carefully shaved his wife's beautiful pussy for the enjoyment of another man. He truly wanted Kristin to have sex with John tonight.

"Oh, baby that feels good," she spouted out, shivering as the razor glided over her smooth skin.

David knelt down, slowly guiding the shaver, checking for smoothness, giving Kristin a shiver of delight as she thought ahead to this evening, being alone with John, as they touched and caressed each other, their primal needs taking over.

"OK, no cheating, that isn't for you, not yet anyway," she said, her thoughts returning to the present.

"Up you go," she said, playfully patting him on the head.

"Such a good little cucky."

A while later he was sitting in the living room when she called for him again. Once again, he rushed to see what she wanted. He hated that he did that, but he couldn't help himself.

"Which one," she asked, holding two dresses on hangers.

The black one was new, he knew that, she had modeled it for him, but the red one looked really hot, more sexy than slutty. He knew John was anticipating getting laid, so it wasn't like he needed to be convinced.

"The red one," he said, unable to hide his smile.

"Okay," she replied, drawing out the word.

"Is that smile because you know the 5-inch heels go good with this?" she asked, her brows raised.

"No, no, I just like it," he responded quickly.

"Why," she asked, a sly smile on her lips.

"It just, I just. Well, I think it makes you look really hot," he confessed, instantly turning red.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, smiling brightly.

"And you think the heels will look ok?"

"Yeah," he replied, a shy smile spreading widely across his face.

She seductively turned and went back to what she was doing, effectively dismissing him. She was finishing her make-up and dressing for what seemed like hours to David. He couldn't sit still, he couldn't think. His wife was going to meet a man, for real. He knew that she would be getting fucked by another guy, not just some random guy, a guy she had met for this specific reason. Even with all these thoughts racing around in his head, his cock was throbbing.

"How do I look baby?" she asked, emerging from the bedroom at around 7 o'clock.

"You look really hot," he bashfully admitted.

She motioned him to the back deck where she took out a joint and lit it. She took a long drag before handing it to him.

"I guess I'm a little nervous," she finally confessed, as they smoked the joint.

"I will be back later," she said a few minutes later, as they waited for her ride to arrive.

"I don't know how long I will be, but I will be back tonight, ok?"

"Yeah," he nervously replied.

"I love you Davey, thank you for this," she said, as the headlights of her ride shown in the windows.

The feel of her tongue on his own was magical as she said goodbye. He had never felt so much love and passion for her, or for anyone. His cock was absolutely throbbing as he held her close, but he wanted nothing more than for her to go and see John tonight. It was the most surreal feeling to hold the girl he loved so tightly, so close, all the while hoping that John would satisfy her unmet sexual desires.

"I love you, Kristin. Have fun tonight," he said, looking into her eyes.

"I love you too Davey," she said, turning to leave.

He felt a rush of emotions as she turned, the 5-inch heels clicking on the hardwood floors, then on the sidewalk as he peered out the window to watch her walk away. She did look hot, John was going to fuck her, that much he knew for certain. And this was what David truly wanted to happen this evening.

He knew he should be upset, but he wasn't. He was uneasy for sure, but he was turned on too. He wasn't rock hard, but getting there. He just seemed to be floating, he felt every possible emotion, but like he was on the periphery, and could see himself reacting to what was happening.

He just sat for a while, pondering. She had gotten there, she texted him to let him know, but he had been watching the app anyway and had seen her arrive. That was 10 minutes ago. She would be at the bar now, laughing, flirting with John, half stoned already.

"Oh fuck, what are you doing," he said aloud to no one.

This just would not stop; it would not go away. He would be rock hard one second, throbbing, willing to do anything for release, then it would go away and he would feel utterly embarrassed. What if someone found out? How would he go to work if people knew he wanted his wife to fuck other guys? He paced, he thought, he paced some more.

She had arrived at 7:45, it was now 8:10, he thought in dismay as he looked at his watch. It hadn't been half an hour. He looked around the house for something to do. Then, like magic, it came to him. Kristin hated cleaning the refrigerator, she loathed doing that, and it definitely needed to be done, so to pass the time he began doing it himself.

He got so caught up in doing the refrigerator that he lost track of time, but only temporarily. It was not lost on him that he was home doing housework while his wife was having a consensual sexual experience with another man. He really was a cuckold he thought, a fact that moved him in a way emotionally. He was finally himself he thought.

It was barely 10:30 when he finally closed the clean refrigerator. Unsure of how to keep his mind occupied, he tried looking at social media, but all he could think of was Kristin. There was absolutely no doubt now, she was having sex with John.

The realization of this fact was another moment that would affect the dynamic of their marriage and overall relationship forever. There was no closing this door once it had been opened. But the truth was, even in this moment when he was questioning everything they had done, his emotions frazzled, he was still glad that they had taken this step. At least he was for now, he thought.

He ran around the house, trying to keep himself occupied so he wouldn't dwell on what Kristin was probably doing at that very moment, finally sitting down to rest a little after midnight. It was only a few minutes later that his phone notified him of a text. Kristin typed 'be home in 15 min, love u" and his heart soared. She loved HIM, and that is what mattered.

He paced the floor, back and forth until he saw headlights in the windows. He peaked out to see Kristin walking to the door, barefoot, the sexy 5-inch heels in her hand. Her hair that had been down around her shoulders when she left was now in a pony tail. He met her at the door, and she instantly dropped her shoes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Are you OK baby?" she asked as their lips met.

"Yeah," he said, his love for her showing through his eyes, and the look on his face.

"How, how was it," he squeaked, in a barely audible voice.

She then leaned in again, forcefully grabbing his neck with both hands as she pulled his mouth closer to meet her own once again. He had never seen her act like this, it was like she had a true need for sexual contact. It was beyond a simple desire; it was as if she truly needed this.

"Oh baby, you don't realize how a man like that moves, how it feels when a man that large is inside you."

She passionately kissed him, her hand on his shoulder, the other on his neck. Standing on her toes, she hungrily attacked his mouth, face, and neck. She was hornier than he had seen in years, and when she grabbed his hand, he knew, hoped anyway, that his hard, absolutely throbbing cock would soon be released.

She led him to their room, and roughly pushed him onto the bed, undoing his shorts as she did.

"Take off your shirt," she barked as she reached around to undo her dress.

She quickly slithered out of it, letting it fall to the floor leaving her to unclasp her bra.

"Oopps," she laughed.

"I think I forgot my panties," she teased.

She knelt down, both of them naked, and erotically took the chain from her neck, letting the key fall and drag over David as she dangled it over his cage.

"I won't even make you beg," she seductively stated, taking the key in her hand and instantly freeing David.

It felt magical as his cock finally sprang free from the cage a moment later.

"Remember when I said I would make this fun for you too baby?" she breathlessly asked.

"Now it's your turn," she whispered, running her tongue up the length of his shaft.

She took him in her hands, slowly stroking him. She then began to run the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock. The intensity was unreal, and it was literally seconds before he was grasping at the sheets, feeling as if he would explode.

"I can't, I'm gonna," was all he was able to get out before he came violently, with more intensity than he ever had.

He lay back on the bed, shaking as he came down from the most intense climax of his life. He was panting heavily when she snuggled up beside him, her warm, naked body pressed against his own. She looked him in the eyes, with an erotic, passion-filled look. Placing her hands lovingly on the back of his head, her lips met his own.

He knew it instantly when their mouths met. It wasn't the typical open mouth kiss he expected. But she wiggled her tongue into his mouth, spreading his lips, and he could taste himself, as the cum seeped from her mouth into his own. It was an odd sensation, but the erotic feel of it was a huge turn on.

"That was really fun baby," she said, once again snuggled into him.

"Would you like to hear about my evening?"

"Yeah," he admitted feeling embarrassed.

"Well, obviously it happened," she said, slowly stroking his half hard cock.

David lay there naked as she began talking about their evening.

"We had a drink at the bar first, I was kind of nervous," she confessed.

"I had a rum and coke, a double, then we went to the room."

"Baby, I think I know kind of how you must feel. It was strange to be with another man, knowing what was going to happen," she went on.

"I am glad it was just him and me this first-time baby," she said, patting his thigh.

"But I do want you to be there going forward. I think it will be good for you."

"Good for me how?" David asked, feeling confused.

"For one, you will see its just sex. John fucked me yes, but we weren't making love, it was just a physical act."

"Secondly, I think you will really understand my needs if you can be there to see and feel what I am experiencing," she continued.

She looked down, smiling as she began to stroke his cock once again. She lay next to him, gazing deeply into his eyes as she slowly stroked his growing erection.

"What would you like to know?" she asked, facing him, as their eyes locked together.

"Was it just sex?" he asked feeling uneasy.

"Yes, of course. It was amazing baby."

"He is huge, but he could go forever," she went on.

"It was the most amazing feeling baby, I came so hard, I can't even remember how many times," she admitted.

"Do you, do you want to do it again?" he stammered.

"Yes baby," she replied, placing a hand on his arm, taking the other hand in her own.

"I need this David. I really do," she went on, looking into his eyes.

He felt a lump in his throat hearing her words, but he felt his cock straining at the cage, confusing him once more. Why did he get so turned on by things that hurt him, or should hurt him.

"I can't go back to how it was, I'm sorry, I just can't," she said, almost apologetically.

"Then don't. I want you to be happy Kristin, I love you," he gleefully admitted.

She smiled, a genuine smile of love and happiness as she cuddled into him. He wasn't John, but he was the guy she loved, and who loved her back. He had given up sex, had given up his own ability to even get off on his own, as a way to show his love for her.

"I am happy, I've never been happier," she said, looking him in the eyes as their lips met once more.

She then reached over to the nightstand, picked up the chastity device and smiled at him, feeling bad when she saw the look of anguish and disappointment on his face.

"You need this baby, we need this," she calmly stated, seeing his apparent disappointment.

"We need this? What does it do for you?" he questioned.

She said nothing, simply tucking his softening cock in the cage, snapping the lock shut before he could even resist.

"Do you want me to see John again?" she asked.

"Well, you said you want to," he replied.

"But do you want that. Is it what you want?"

"Yeah," he admitted, his face reddening.

"I love to hear that," she confessed, kissing him deeply.

"I love you and I want you to be happy too, so if my being with other men can do that for you, it helps me too," she explained.

"And I know it won't be long, and you will be horny again."

"This little guy will get hard again, and we can have so much fun," she continued, playfully grabbing the cage as if she would his cock.

"Teasing fun of course," she quickly added.

"I don't think I want you to cum until I do," she continued.

The next morning David's brother called, telling him that a friend they grew up with was in town, wondering if he wanted to join them for a drink or two. After checking with Kristin, he agreed, and they agreed to pick him up that night around 8 o'clock.

"Baby, how would you like to go out without your cage?"

David felt an enormous feeling of relief. He hated the idea of someone seeing it, and that was possible in the restrooms if he tried to use a urinal. He could see by the smile on her face that Kristin had something up her sleeve.

"I'd love it, but what do I have to do?" he asked, immediately suspicious.

"Nothing, well, you would have to agree to something."

"What?" he dryly asked.

"Just consider it," she warned, taking his hand in her own.

"What if while you were out with the guys, I had John over?"

"But, but I thought I would get to be there," he sputtered.

"You will baby, you will," she promised.

"But you are going to see him alone again."

"Only if you agree Davey. I won't if you aren't ok with this," she promised.

"But just imagine sitting with the guys, talking about how you fuck your wives."

"They won't know, but you will. And your little weenie won't be locked up," she teased.

"It might be fun, don't you think," she went on, as if to torment him.

"Think about how hard you will be, knowing John is here, in our home, fucking me," she erotically whispered into his ear.

"And I really get it off?" he asked, feeling his cock growing already.

"Yes, just for tonight, but you CANNOT cum. Is that clear?" she emphatically asked.

"What about when you take it off?" he nervously asked.

"You CANNOT cum," she repeated.

"OK," he meekly replied, giving in instantly.

"Trust me. It will be fun," she teased, dangling the key in front of him.

"Take your pants down sweetie. You are going to be so horny tonight," she joked as she popped the lock, freeing him once more.

"If you cum, you have to tell me. And yes I will be pissed off," she warned.

"Ok," he quickly responded, a nervous tilt to his voice.

"Baby," she began, teasingly walking towards him in a provocative way.

"You're going to be so fucking hard tonight, knowing John is fucking me again," she said, a teasing smile on her lips as she softly kissed him.

"Just text or call before you come home if a friend drops you off baby, in case he is still here."

"OK," he replied, a small grin appearing on his face.

Kristin kissed him goodbye a while later when his brother and friend came to pick up David. She leaned in, standing on her toes dressed in only a pair of shorts, jeans shorts and a pink shirt. She looked so hot, and he knew John would be there soon to fuck her again. The fact hit him that another man had now fucked her twice in two days, something he hadn't done in forever.

She was right, every time he had to use the bathroom, he was almost afraid to touch his cock, afraid he would get rock hard, or spontaneously start to orgasm with no effort. He thought about Kristin, how it would be for her to be with John again. Maybe she would give him another blowjob when he got home, well he could hope anyway.

He called for a ride service around midnight and texted Kristin that he was on his way home. She responded with a simple ok. She was waiting in the living room. She was drinking a glass of wine, scrolling through her phone.

"How was your night? Have fun with the guys?" she asked, patting the couch seat next to her.

"It was good," he replied as he sat down.

"How was yours," he hesitantly asked.

"The sex was great, but I'm not going to be seeing John again," she replied.

David was shocked. He thought that she had gotten along well with John.

"What's wrong, why not?" he asked in disbelief.

"He wants to see me alone all the time, and he is married," she said, shaking her head as she took a drink from her wine glass.

"If you want, you can," David hesitantly began, before she cut him off.

"No David, we can't. That is not what either of us wants or needs," she interjected.

"We need to find a man who has done this before," she stated.

"I've been looking," she went on, moving her phone so they could both see the screen.

"We need a bull, I hate the word, but its true. We need a man who can be dominant sexually, in bed anyway," she continued.

"Look at this guy," she said, moving to cuddle into him as she scrolled through her phone.

It was a unique feeling for David to cuddle into Kristin as she looked for a man to fuck her, a man who could be more dominant than David could ever hope to be. It was exciting though, and she did make it fun for him, teasing him by asking what he thought about this guy or that.

At bedtime David was hoping for another blowjob. He thought he could last longer this time, but once in their bedroom, it was evident that he would not be receiving that type of pleasure again. He had just gone to the bathroom when he turned around and she was holding his cage.

"Put it on," she ordered, and he quickly complied.

"Thank you, I hate when men don't listen," she said, an obvious reference to John.

Even David was pissed at John. He had ruined the warm, bubbly mood that Kristin had been in when he left. David assumed that she would be well fucked, and in a fun giddy mood when he got home, but nothing could be further from the truth.