X-Rated Request for Friendship

Author's introduction: A very dear friend and fellow author here recently contacted me following the publication of my story 'Kidnapped'. She asked me if I realised that I have had stories published that start with every letter of the alphabet except X. This rather contrived title is my attempt to put the record straight. Most of what follows actually happened, although I've written the story as if the events described occurred along a linear timeline. They didn't. And I didn't get to travel to California to meet 'Queen' and her cuckold, 'caged'. Mind you, that doesn't mean to say that I wouldn't have, given the opportunity. 'Never say never' is my motto.

As in all of my stories, all sexual activity described below takes place between consenting adults of at least 18 years of age. I am grateful to my dear friend for her diligence in pointing out the gap in my works. I hope she, and all of my lovely, loyal readers enjoy this almost factual story. Please consider scoring it, and leave a comment if you can. All authors appreciate feedback.

Richard and I had just celebrated our third wedding anniversary. A lot had changed in the last year. We had joined a swinger group about eight months ago, and for the first time in my married life I knew what it was like to be fucked by a real man sized cock. To say that I was hooked on sex was an understatement.

I was head over heels in love with Richard, and I will always be grateful to him for suggesting that we try swinging. We became a lot more adventurous in our own sex life too, and we both enjoyed going on the internet and looking at porn. It was while we were surfing a particular site that specialised in erotic photography that I spotted a set of pictures that led me to click on the home page of the people who had posted these particular images.

"Look at these " I said to Richard, who was just coming into the small room upstairs that we both used as an office. He put the two wine glasses that he was carrying down and sat next to me.

"What on earth is he wearing on his cock?" I asked, genuinely mystified. "And look at his balls! They're huge, and I'm sure they're not supposed to be that colour."

Richard smiled and passed me my wine.

"It's a chastity cage," he replied knowingly. "Some couples practice what they call tease and denial. If you look carefully, you can see that what he's wearing is locked on with that little padlock, look. It means he probably can't get a full erection, and he can't get himself off either. That's why his balls are so swollen."

As I looked carefully at each of the pictures that this couple had posted on their home page, I became aware of a lovely tingling feeling between my legs. I scrolled down, and I heard Richard inhale deeply. He seemed to be concentrating on one particular photograph, which showed the bottom half of a woman's face.

Her full lips were coated with a very bright shade of red lipstick, and she was holding a thin cigar in her mouth with fingers that were topped with similarly coloured nails.

"Who ever she is, she's a cigar smoker " he muttered hoarsely, and I immediately thought of Richard's Aunty Alice, whom we had met at a family wedding a few months previously.

"Just like your Aunty Alice," I teased Richard. "I wonder if this woman is anything like her?"

"What do you mean?" asked Richard quietly.

"Well you know," I replied with a mischievous grin, "swears like a trooper, drinks like a fish, smokes cigars and sleeps with women."

Richard blushed deeply and wriggled uncomfortably on his chair.

"Aunty Alice is the black sheep of our family," he replied. "I was so embarrassed when she came to talk to us at that wedding. She was pissed out of her head!"

I laughed.

"Yes, she was very drunk," I agreed, "but I seem to recall that later on that night when we were in bed together, we were fucking and when I said I could smell her cigar smoke on your hair, you shot your bolt almost immediately afterwards."

Richard blushed again, and used the mouse to scroll down the page.

"They seem to have adopted a Female Led Marriage," he said, clicking on a set of photographs which showed the woman's bum cheek which sported a tattoo of an elaborate looking key. There was another picture of what I assumed was the same man, wearing a different type of chastity cage. His bum cheek was also tattooed. It read

"Owned by", above an image of a crown but the name of his Owner had been pixelated out.

"Bloody hell!" I giggled, "they're into this in a big way, aren't they? I wonder how they cope if either of them has to go to the doctor for an examination?"

"Look at this one," Richard chuckled, scrolling down the page even further. He clicked on a photograph which showed another image of the man's cock. It was a wider image, so that it could be seen that he was completely shaved above his chastity device.

On one side of his groin was a tattoo of a lock and on the other side he had been tattooed with the words 'Negata est voluptas' in copperplate letters.

"What the hell does that mean?" Richard asked. "I didn't do Latin in school!"

"Me neither," I replied, taking the mouse out of his hand and using it to open a new screen. I pulled up Google translate and typed the words in. When the translation came up, we both looked at one another and burst into laughter.

"Bloody hell! 'Pleasure is denied'!" I giggled. "This is one very kinky couple. Why on earth would he want to be denied pleasure?"

Richard looked at me soberly.

"Pleasure comes in many guises," he said softly. "You've discovered pleasure in having a nice big cock to give you an orgasm. I get pleasure from knowing you are being looked after in a way that I can't manage. I suppose he gets his kicks from not being allowed to have a proper hard on, and by the look of his balls, he hasn't cum in ages. I bet they're really sore and tender!"

I looked at Richard, who blushed deeply.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "But you do seem to know a lot about being kept in chastity. Anyone would think that's what you want!"

He blushed again, but said nothing.

A few months later, our lives took yet another new direction. I didn't know it at the time, but this change was to influence Richard and my relationship. And it all came about because of a particularly unseasonal blizzard.

It was a Friday in November, and by the time I got home from school, the sky was pitch black, it was freezing cold and as I got out of the car and went indoors, it began to snow.

Richard and I were due to go to a swinger party that evening. It was at a house about thirty miles away, and it was being hosted by a couple Richard and I had never met.

They had recently re-joined the swinging scene, and had sent out a blanket invitation to all members of our group.

I wanted to make a good impression, and so I'd laid out the clothes that I was going to wear before leaving for school that morning. Now I looked at my little black cocktail dress, my sheer black stockings with their frilly tops and the pair of "fuck me" stiletto heeled shoes doubtfully. Given the weather outside, it would be more sensible for me to wear my leather trousers, a thick jumper and a pair of sturdy walking boots.

I had a lovely warm shower, and had shaved my cunt so that it was beautifully smooth. I sat on the bed in my towelling bath robe and was trying to decide what to wear when Richard came home.

"Sorry I'm late, he muttered, "the roads are dreadful. I really don't fancy driving all the way to this party only to find it has been cancelled because of the weather. I think we ought to telephone to see if it is still going ahead."

I nodded, and told him that I thought that was a good idea. I picked up the invitation we had received and found a telephone number.

"I'll do it," I said, reaching for the telephone that lived on a small table on my side of the bed. Before I could pick up the receiver, it began to ring. I picked up the handset and identified myself.

"Hello?" I began before reciting our home telephone number. A voice with a cut glass accent sounded in my ear.

"Mrs. Simpson?" the voice asked, and I confirmed that I was indeed Olwen Simpson.

"It's about the party that you and your husband are due to attend at my house this evening " the caller continued.

"Oh, what a coincidence," I replied, I was just about to phone you. The weather here is dreadful. It's snowing very heavily, and Richard and I were concerned that the party might be cancelled."

"Nothing of the kind," came the reply. "It is not snowing here. But I didn't contact you to talk about the weather. It has come to my attention that your husband is very poorly equipped. That on its own wouldn't be too much of an issue, but my informant has told me that he also suffers from premature ejaculation. I simply cannot countenance having such a person at one of my parties. If I'd realised your shortcomings, I'd never have sent you an invitation. I'm sorry to say that you will not be welcome here tonight. Good evening."

I listened to the silence in my ear, and replaced the receiver with a shaky hand.

Richard, who had gone into the en suite bathroom, returned wearing only his pants. He looked at me curiously.

"You look as if you've seen a ghost," he smiled. "Who was that on the phone?"

"Our erstwhile hostess," I told him in a shaky voice. I bit my trembling lip to try and prevent myself from bursting into tears.

"She knew about you, Richard. She told me we are not welcome at the party tonight."

I did start to cry then, and my darling husband rushed over and put his arm around me.

"Don't worry," he consoled me. "There'll be other parties. Let's go and turn the computer on and look at some porn. We'll have our own party. Just you and me!"

I found some consolation that evening watching porn with Richard. We had started watching clips of group sex and orgies since we had joined the swinger group, and the site that we used that night included clips which showed not only group sex, but also some domination scenarios as well as cuckolding scenes where the wife was fucked by a stranger whilst her husband watched.

When we eventually got to bed that night, I was aching to be fucked, but as it turned out, Richard had got so excited whilst watching the porn clips that he'd cum in his pants ages ago. He couldn't get it up again, and I had to make do with his fingers and his tongue.

I was still needy in the morning, so I grabbed hold of his little cock when I woke up and slipped it into my mouth. I love the feeling of it getting hard as I suck him, and eventually, my darling husband woke up.

"Mmm! That's lovely," he said sleepily. "But you'd better stop if you want me to fuck you, my darling. You know I go off very quickly when you suck me!"

I released his cock with a soft plop, and came back up to kiss him.

"Cock breath!" he teased and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It occurred to me that he might like the taste of himself on my breath.

Richard slid his little cock into me, and I did my best to clamp down on him. I could barely feel him inside me, and I reasoned that if I made myself as tight as possible, we might both enjoy the ensuing sex. I knew he wouldn't last long whatever happened, and I'd resigned myself to the reality of having sex with Richard a long time ago. Once he was inside me, he might last four or five minutes before he came, and then he'd go down on me and get me off with his fingers and his tongue. It wasn't ideal, but I loved him far too much to consider doing anything drastic such as asking for a divorce. And since joining the swinger group, I'd discovered what it felt like to be fucked with a real man sized cock. At the moment, I had the best of both worlds - a loving husband and the opportunity to play with men with lovely big cocks. But given last night's telephone call, how long would we be welcome at swinger's parties, I wondered.

My worst fears soon came to pass. Over the course of the next year, our invitations to parties diminuished and eventually dried up altogether. Richard blamed himself, and I had to spend a lot of time reassuring him that it didn't matter.

"We can still watch our favourite sort of porn together," I told him, "and we can still have sex. You always manage to get me off with your tongue, and if you don't mind going down on me after you've shot your cum, I certainly don't mind the fact that you go off so quickly. In the end, we both get pleasure, just not together and at the same time."

One good thing to come out of our time as swingers was that Richard confessed to me that he had a long standing smoking fetish. He'd been paired with a lady at a party, and had, as usual, performed very quickly. When she complained that she hadn't got even close to an orgasm, Richard went down on her.

Whilst he was down there, cleaning her up and licking and sucking her to orgasm, she lit up a cigar. It had got Richard hard again, and he proudly told me in the car on our way home, that he had fucked this woman twice and got her to cum the second time he put his cock in her.

It took a while for him to confess that it was her cigar smoking that got him hard again. The next Saturday, I took Richard shopping, and we bought a supply of cigars, which I taught myself to smoke. Richard was delighted, and I'd light one up and smoke it in front of him before we went upstairs for sex.

We were also still watching a lot of porn in those days. We subscribed to some specialist sites that showed the sort of stuff that we had both become very interested in. These sites included cuckoldry, female domination, bdsm, smoking and my latest interest, lesbian porn. I found myself more and more curious about how it would feel to be fucked by another woman wearing a strap on cock. Richard seemed to enjoy watching this sort of porn too, although smoking porn was still his favourite.

We also looked at photographs posted on the erotic photography site that we were members of. We took some photographs of me (with my face obscured, obviously) and posted them on our home page on the site. The sort of pictures we took included me sucking Richard's cock, giving him a tit wank, and lots of pictures of my tits covered in his cum. Eventually we started posting pictures of my cunt after Richard had fucked me and his cum was starting to leak out of me.

We built up a number of followers who seemed to like our pictures. Yes, we had the occasional troll who left a comment about how pathetically small Richard's cock was, or how some man in Texas or Philadelphia (it always seemed to be an American!) would make a much better job of fucking me, but on the whole, the comments we received were complimentary and encouraging.

"Look," said Richard, one Saturday afternoon, as we were surfing through our favourites on the erotic photography site, "they've commented again. They loved that picture you took of my shrivelled cock just after we'd had sex. She says she knows the feeling of having a tiny cock inside her. Why don't you answer her?"

And answer her I did. This particular site had a facility whereby people who followed one another could communicate via what were called private messages, or pm's for short.

I pm'd the couple I knew as caged and his Queen, introducing myself, explaining our domestic arrangements and thanking them for their kind comments on our posts. I also expressed admiration for the pictures they posted, and I included my email address so that they could answer my message without the risk of anyone else seeing it, if they chose to reply to me.

****************************************SIX MONTHS LATER ****************************************

"How did it go?" Richard asked, as I got into the passenger seat of our car. I kissed Richard chastely on his cheek.

"He was very good," I grinned. "Adrian has a lovely big cock, nice and thick, and he went down on me before we started and gave me a lovely orgasm with his tongue before he fucked me. I've put my knickers back on, but I'm leaking already. You'd better get us home quickly so that you can reclaim me! I did it, Richard, just as you asked. I'm now officially a Hot Wife and you are a cuckold!"

Back home, we both stripped naked in our bedroom and dived into bed. Richard's eyes were wide with delight.

"Your tits are still flushed from your fucking," he said excitedly, "and look at your cunt! It's leaking cum and it's lovely and swollen too!"

"He had a very big cock, and he slammed it into me," I said softly, taking hold of Richard's much smaller cock and slipping it in between my legs.

"It's not the first time I've ever been fucked by anyone other than you, Richard. And I loved it, but you are my greatest love. Come on! I want you to reclaim me. It might be sloppy seconds, but I want your cum in me now! Mmm! that's right! Fuck me, my darling cuckold!"

Richard did his best, bless him, but the truth of the matter was that I could barely feel him inside me once he put it in. We lay together, him on top, joined at the groin.

"Oh god! You feel fantastic!" said Richard excitedly. "It's just like when we got home after a swinger party. So wet and I can feel his cum all over my cock! Are you ok, Olwen? Not too sore for another fuck?"

"I'm fine," I reassured him, wrapping my legs around his bum and pulling him in deeper. That did it.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned, "I'm sorry darling. I think I'm going to cum!"

He tried to pull back a bit, so I relaxed the hold my legs had on him and he withdrew a bit before easing himself back in and I felt a warm sensation, almost as if he had started to piss inside me. Then, to both our dismay, his cock shrivelled up and flopped out of me.

I kissed him, and put my tongue in his mouth. He sucked on it briefly and then broke off the kiss.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his eyes full of tears of genuine remorse. "I couldn't hold back. The thought of you being fucked by someone else and the sensation I felt when I put my cock into your cunt and felt all that cum was just too much."

"Shhh! Don't worry about it," I said softly. "I'm glad I made you cum. I enjoyed myself earlier, and now I've had reclaim sex with my husband. The man I love. Adrian was a one off. You are for ever!"

"I want to make you cum too," he said stubbornly, wriggling down in our bed.

"Richard, darling, I know you've gone down on me after you've cum in me," I said, "but I'm full of Adrian's cum as well tonight. Do you think that... oh! fucking hell! that's beautiful, my darling! Oh yes! Use your tongue on me like that! Clean me up, my cuckold! Eat my lover's cum out of me!"

Since he had started using his mouth and his tongue to get me off after sex, Richard had developed a great technique whilst performing oral sex. He would start off with a rapid tongue fucking until my clit got interested. Then he'd suck my little button into his mouth and give her some more tongue attention, combined with gentle nibbling and sucking. When I was on the edge, he'd start to tongue fuck me again, and he never once failed to give me an orgasm. Tonight, however was different.

He began as usual, and I could feel his tongue scooping out the three loads of cum that I had in my cunt. (Adrian had fucked me twice and my cuckold had added his deposit to the load already in there.)

His breath tickled my ultra sensitive cunt, and when he started to suck on my clit, I literally saw stars. I began to buck against his face, and his nose was the perfect tool to grind against. I got closer and closer as he tongue fucked me whilst I was bucking wildly on his face, and then, to my absolute delight, I started to cum.

It wasn't my usual, sedate orgasm. Oh no! This was a heart stopping, mind blowing explosion and I felt as if I was pissing down Richard's throat. I was moaning and groaning in ecstasy, and he was swallowing frantically and gasping for breath.

Eventually, I subsided, and I ground to a halt, but Richard wasn't finished. His tongue licked up all my cunt cum from my thighs, from my taint and even from my arse crease, where it had run at some point during my orgasm.

Eventually he emerged from between my thighs, red faced and panting. His lips looked bruised and swollen, and there was an angry red rub mark on the bridge of his nose. He had a grin on his face that would have suited the Cheshire Cat.

"I think I made you squirt!" he said proudly. "Did you enjoy that?"

"It was absolutely fantastic," I said truthfully. "Come and give me a kiss!"

"Even with cum and cunt breath?" he asked as I pulled him back up in the bed.

"Especially with cum and cunt breath!" I grinned, pulling his face down onto mine. We kissed and our tongues wrestled against one another. I sucked on his sticky tongue, enjoying the taste of myself mingled with Adrian's cum and Richard's saliva. When we eventually came up for air, we were both breathless. We spooned together, and the last thing I remembered before I drifted off to sleep was feeling Richard's little cock nestled snugly between my arse cheeks. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked up the arse.

The next morning, we both woke up together. I kissed Richard tenderly.

"Thank you for last night," I said sincerely. "I really enjoyed having Adrian fuck me and then having reclaim sex with you. You might not have the biggest cock I've ever had inside me, but what you lack in cock size you make up with oral and tongue technique. That's good enough for me!"

"Tea?" Richard asked with a smile. "I'll go and make us a cup, shall I? You wait there, and I'll bring it up. We can have a chat and a cuddle whilst we drink it."

When he came back with two cups of tea, Richard got into bed and cuddled up to me.

"Did you mean what you said?" he asked, "about enjoying yourself last night?"

"Of course I meant it," I replied, sipping my tea. "We decided that I would go with Adrian, and you waited for me outside, and then when we got home, we had sex and you reclaimed me. I am, and always will be your wife, my love, even if I do go on to have sex with other men occasionally."

"You're my Hot Wife," Richard corrected me, "and I'm your cuckold as well as your husband. The thought of you getting pleasure from another man's cock is such a turn on for me. I know now that when I put my cock in you after you've been with someone else, I'm not going to last long. In fact, I'd much prefer it if you just let me reclaim you with my tongue. We don't need to pretend that me putting my little cock in you gives you any pleasure at all."

I looked at him in amazement.

"You mean you don't enjoy fucking me?" I asked in a hurt voice.

"Yes, of course I enjoy fucking you, you silly thing," Richard smiled, putting his cup down and kissing me. "In fact, I enjoy it so much that I shoot my load much too quickly, and I have to go down on you to get you off. I think if you decided that I was only worthy of using my tongue and my fingers on you, that would be a real turn on for me. Knowing that you were getting fucked regularly, and then coming home to me to be finished off with my tongue!"

"But when would you cum?" I asked him in genuine puzzlement.

"When you decide!" he replied with a grin. "You know. Like that couple we follow on the internet. That queen woman and her caged husband. I'll bet they are a Hot Wife and a cuckold couple!"

"You mean you'd want your balls to be swollen like his?" I asked and Richard nodded.

"And what would be really great," he went on, "is if you locked my cock up like the queen does to him! Even if I wanted to play with myself then, I wouldn't be able to! You would regulate when and how often I had an orgasm! Oh bloody hell! Look at what talking about this has caused!"

He peeled back the sheet and showed me his cock which was standing up proudly. I looked at him and winked.

"I think you'd better prepare me for that, my precious cuckold," I said. "Get down between my legs and use your tongue on me to get me nice and wet. Then I want you to fuck me! We'll discuss your proposal properly after we've both cum!"

Looking back on that session that we had that morning, I was so glad that I made Richard go down on me first. His oral skills soon had me dripping wet and gagging for cock, but when he put it in me, he lasted barely three minutes before shooting his load and shrivelling up. Without being asked, he went back down between my legs and got me off using his tongue.

Later that morning, after breakfast, we were sharing washing up and drying duties, and I looked at my dear cuckold and made a decision.

"Let's try it for a month," I said. "We'll buy one of those cock cages we've seen in those photographs, and I'll lock you up for a month. But if we do this, we're going to do it properly, ok? If after a week or so, you beg me to take it off, I am going to refuse. You'll go a whole month with your cock locked up, but if you complain at all, or if at the end of the month, you say that you don't want to continue wearing it, I'll take it off, and we'll never use it again. Does that sound fair?"

"It sounds perfect," Richard replied with a grin. "Look, we've finished washing the dishes now, and I've only got that last cup left to dry. Let's go and see if we can buy me a cock cage. There's a new adult store that has recently opened in Cardigan." (a town a couple of miles away from where we live.)

"It'll be perfectly safe," he went on. "It's far enough away from here, so no-one will know us if they see us going into a sex shop!"

I looked at him and winked.

"You're on!" I told him. "Come on! There's no time like the present. Let's get the car out and see about locking your cock away for a month!"

And it was as easy as that. We bought our first cock cage and the guy who served us in the shop explained how to put it on. So it was that within a couple of hours of deciding to experiment with enforced chastity, that Richard found himself cock locked, and I had both keys to his device safely stowed in my purse.

On the way home, another thought came to me, and I mentioned it to Richard. He immediately agreed, and so when we got back home, I telephoned our local doctor's surgery, and made an appointment to see our local G. P.

Promptly at five o'clock that evening, I led Richard into Dr. Cindy's surgery. Cindy is my best friend. She knows about Richard and my attendance at swinging parties. She is a Hot Wife and her husband, Neil, is a cross dressing sissy. She smiled as we walked in.

"Hello, Olwen, darling," she said, and she raised her eyebrows. "Richard too? Don't tell me. You've been to one of your parties and you've caught some dreadful STI. I did warn you that might happen!"

"Nothing of the sort," I said, sitting down opposite Cindy. "I've recently been on a date with another man. Richard knows about this and is very supportive."

"You're a Hot Wife!" squealed Cindy, clapping her hands in delight. "Welcome to the club, darling! I'm so thrilled for you!"

"That's not all," I went on. "After I'd been with Adrian, Richard drove me home and reclaimed me."

Cindy nodded in understanding.

"But it wasn't very successful," I went on. "I could barely feel him inside me, and then he came in about two minutes. I made him go down on me and get me off, but we both realised that we have a problem."

"Don't let it put you off," Cindy replied earnestly. "The same thing happened to Neil and me when I started out as a Hot Wife. Stick at it. You'll work something out I promise you."

"We already have," I said proudly. "Richard, show Cindy what we've just bought."

Richard lowered his trousers and his underpants, and Cindy laughed out loud.

"You've cock locked him!" she said with a chuckle. "Well, cucky, how does it feel?"

"Very strange at the moment," Richard confessed, "but I've agreed to wear it for a month, and then Olwen and I are going to re-assess the situation. Ideally, I'd like to be permanently locked away."

"That's why we're here," I took over the conversation. "We want your advice. Is it safe to keep Richard locked up in that thing? And how do we keep it clean?"

Cindy sat back in her chair and looked at us both.

"It's perfectly safe," she replied, "but you're right to think about Richard's health and about cleanliness. Neil is cock locked, but I release him every week, on a Sunday afternoon. I wash and shave him, and we disinfect his device. Then, before I put it back on him, I milk him."

She saw my brow furrow in puzzlement. She chuckled.

"Milking is a method of draining his balls but without giving him any sexual satisfaction," Cindy explained. "It is usually done by massaging the prostate. If you do this, and I'd recommend that you do, so that you can avoid any problems later on with prostate problems, Richard will be regularly drained, but without having to put his cock in you to get himself off."

I looked at Richard, who had a huge grin on his face.

"That sounds wonderful," he said. "But how does Olwen do this milking thing?"

"I can demonstrate if you'd like," Cindy replied, looking at me. I nodded my approval.

"When did you last cum?" Cindy asked, and Richard replied proudly that we'd had sex earlier that morning.

"The problem is that I get so excited when I'm fucking Olwen, or any woman, come to that," Richard went on. "I can get inside them, but then no sooner have I started than I cum. And my cock shrivels up and I can't get hard again for hours. It's probably why we are not invited to swinger parties any more."

"Sounds to me like a classic case of premature ejaculation," Cindy said. She reached over and took my hand.

"You poor dear," she smiled. "I'm so glad you decided to go down the Hot Wife route. You and I ought to go on a double date one of these days. I'll put you up for membership at the club. There's always a steady stream of well endowed men looking for casual sex in our club."

Cindy watched as I unlocked Richard. As soon as he was free, his cock swelled and got hard. Cindy took a ruler from her desk and measured him.

"Just over three inches," she informed me. "If you carry on with this permanent chastity idea, he'll shrink over time. Neil has been in permanent chastity for over three years now. He was barely four inches fully hard when I first locked him up. His little boi clit is about two and a half inches by now!"

She made Richard kneel on the examination table, and slipping on a latex glove, she squirted a blob of lube onto her fingers and lubed them up.

"You won't have to use a glove at home," she explained as she slid two fingers up Richard's arse. "But I have other patients waiting. So I'll wear one this time."

"Watch carefully," she went on, and she began to wiggle her hand around. "See that?" she asked as I noticed Richard's cock twitch. I nodded, fascinated by what Cindy was doing.

"When his cock twitches like that, it means I'm on his prostate," Cindy explained. "Now what I need to do is this."

With her other hand, Cindy put her index and her middle fingers together and made a beckoning, stroking gesture.

"I'm doing this on his prostate,"she informed me. "You'll know when you're in the right place. It's about the size of a walnut and you'll need to stimulate it until he cums."

She withdrew her fingers and looked at me.

"You have a go," she said. "I've lubed him up, so your fingers will slip in easily. Do you want a glove?"

"No thanks," I replied. "If I'm going to do this regularly, I'll just wash my hands when I've finished."

I slid my fingers up Richard's arse, and felt around. I thought that I'd detected his prostate, and I stroked it, as I'd seen Cindy do. His cock twitched.

"That's it!" Cindy smiled encouragingly. "Now just keep stroking. He'll cum eventually."

Cindy placed a dish under Richard's cock, and sat back to watch me milk him. It took about ten minutes, but about that time, a thick glob of cum oozed out of Richard's cock.

"Keep going," Cindy advised. "He's started. Now you need to drain him."

I did as I was told, and after about another ten minutes, Cindy announced that Richard was done."

I pulled my fingers out of him and went over to the sink to wash my hands. When I turned round to thank Cindy, I was amazed to see that she was holding the dish that Richard had cum into, and my cuckold husband was busy lapping up his own cum!

"Waste not, want not," Cindy grinned, "and besides, it's a way of letting him thank you for milking him."

In the car on the way home, Richard was as pleased as a dog with two tails.

"It was a strange sensation," he told me. "I knew I was cumming, but I felt none of the satisfaction I get when I fuck you. I'm as horny as hell now, but I know that even though I'm hard again inside this cage, you won't release me until it's time for my next milking. Oh Olwen, I do love this lifestyle we are starting out on. Are you going to see Adrian again, or do you want to look for another boyfriend?"

"I don't know," I confessed. "If Cindy takes me to this club she mentioned, maybe I can pick someone up there. If not, I'm sure Adrian would be up for a repeat performance."

"Invite him over to ours," Richard said. "I can't imagine what it would be like knowing you are upstairs in our bedroom, getting yourself fucked, whilst I'm downstairs, wearing my cock lock and unable to pleasure myself!"

I smiled at him.

"That sounds like a plan," I replied. "I'll ask Adrian over for supper next week. Your balls should be nice and swollen by then. I'm expecting you to go down on me every night this week. I want regular orgasms, even though I'm going to deny you yours until I milk you again!"

Richard's first month of permanent chastity soon passed. As advised by Cindy, I unlocked him once a week during his trial period (we chose a Saturday afternoon) and I would shave him and milk him after he had cleaned and disinfected his chastity device.

On the final Saturday of that first month, milking time came round again. The whole operation had gone to plan. Richard's cock lock was clean and disinfected, and he had been shaved smooth and his balls drained. I looked at him questioningly.

"Well?" I asked. "Are we going to carry on, or shall I just throw this away?"

"Don't you dare throw it away!" Richard protested. "I'm getting used to being in chastity, and I love the control you have over me. I want to be locked up for ever, Olwen. Please put it back on me."

So I did. When the padlock gave a soft click as the haft engaged, Richard smiled.

"I really am a proper cuckold now," he said. "I love this lifestyle we have adopted."

So did I. Adrian was still on the scene, and he didn't mind that when he came round to fuck me, Richard was in the house too. He thought it a good idea when I suggested that we invite my cuckold into my bedroom to watch us fucking, and when Richard went down on me after Adrian had finished, he lay next to me on my bed. It was his turn to watch.

"Does he clean your lovers up too?" he asked hopefully, and when I instructed Richard to clean my boyfriend up, my cuckold took my lover's cock in his mouth and sucked him clean.

Later that night, after Adrian had gone home, Richard confessed to me that he had been so turned on by the humiliation of being made to suck cock that he had almost cum in his cock lock.

"That won't do," I said sternly. "I control your orgasms now. You are going to have to learn to suck cock without getting any sexual satisfaction. That was our rule, remember? You cum when I say so, and you don't get any satisfaction from it. I'll have to ask Cindy how I can get you to the point whereby you suck cock as a matter of course, without it giving you a thrill."

Cindy had come good on her promise, and both Richard and I were now full members of the fetish club in our local town by this point. When I next met Cindy in the club, I related the story to her, and asked for advice.

"Send him up to the glory hole on the first floor," she said, sipping her gin and tonic. "That's where Neil is at the moment. The club allows non members to come in, pay a fee and then they can stick their cocks through a hole in the wall and get sucked off. Neil loves it!"

And so Richard began his apprenticeship as a cock sucker and he soon learned to suck strangers off and swallow their cum without it having any effect on his locked away cock.

As well as fucking Adrian, I often met men for a one night stand in the club. Richard would watch if he was not in the glory hole, and clean me up afterwards. If the man who had just fucked me wanted his cock cleaned as well, Richard would oblige, but not many of my casual lovers fancied having their cock sucked by a man.

All of this activity had to be fitted in between our day jobs. I was teaching at the village school, and Richard was extremely busy having set up his own civil engineering business after the local council, for whom he had worked since leaving university, decided to close their own civil engineering department in a cost saving exercise.

We were extremely discrete, of course, and no-one who knew us in our other, vanilla, lifestyle suspected that I was a Hot Wife and Richard a cuckold.

Our lifestyle meant that much of our on-line activity fell by the wayside. We did manage to keep up with our porn surfing, usually on a Saturday afternoon, just before milking time. It excited Richard, and got him ready to be unlocked, shaved and milked.

On this particular Saturday, I had just finished milking Richard, and he was wearing his cock lock once more. I had a date arranged with Adrian, and he was due to come and pick me up at about seven o'clock. It happened to be his birthday, so he had booked a table at a new bistro in a town a few miles away. Richard was going to be left at home, but we had promised him that when we got back after our meal, he could watch us fucking, and clean us both up too.

"You can spend your time alone watching some porn," I told him. "I've drained your balls, and it's time to start re-filling them. We've neglected our porn surfing duties these past few months. I have to say that I wasn't overly impressed with what you managed to produce this afternoon. You barely half filled your milking glass."

When Adrian arrived, Richard went to answer the door whilst I put my coat on. I kissed my lover in front of my cuckold and sucked his tongue into my mouth. Richard stood politely aside, and opened the front door for us when our kiss was over.

"Enjoy yourselves," he said as we went out. He'd had his instructions, and I knew that for the next couple of hours he would be looking at clips that had been posted on a Hot Wife and cuckold site that we had subscribed to a couple of months ago.

Adrian and I had a gorgeous meal, and when we got back home, we were both ready for sex.

We warmed each other up with some foreplay in the conservatory and then we went upstairs to my bedroom. Once we were both naked, we lay down on my bed. Richard hovered at the bedside. I smiled up at him.

"Get on with it," I said. "I'm gagging for Adrian's cock."

This was something that we had started to do a couple of weeks ago. Richard knelt at the bedside and took hold of Adrian's cock, which was beautifully hard at this point. He guided Adrian into me and I winked at him.

"Good cuckold," I said breathlessly. Adrian's cock was filling and stretching me wonderfully. "Now go and sit in your cuckold's chair and watch your Hot Wife being fucked by a man sized cock. We'll call you when we want cleaning up."

Richard did as he was told, and for the next couple of hours Adrian fucked me twice and managed to take me up the arse in between the two cunt fucks. Richard had his fill of cream pie that night, and I wasn't finished with him yet.

After Adrian had gone home, I took him into my bed and he went down on me. My cunt was still quite sore after the pounding it had taken and Richard's tongue soothed me wonderfully. It also gave me another orgasm, and although I didn't manage to squirt, I did produce sufficient cunt cream for my cuckold to savour and swallow.

I pulled Richard out from between my legs and kissed him.

"Thanks, Richard," I whispered. "I've had a fabulous evening. Did you enjoy it too?"

"Most certainly," Richard replied. "I love watching you fucking, Olwen, and to be allowed to clean you up afterwards is a real bonus. Adrian is such a thoughtful young man."

"And he's got a beautiful cock!" I grinned. "Not like yours. Yours is more like a woman's clit! I mean it doesn't even fill your cock cage properly. I'm thinking maybe that we should buy you a smaller one."

"Oh, that reminds me," Richard replied, "when I turned the computer on earlier, I saw we had a message from that cuckold caged and his Queen."

"Oh?" I said, my interest pricked. "What did they want?"

"They said that they had missed chatting with us, well, you really I suppose. The Queen hinted that they might be interested in sending us some of their more explicit photos, and she wondered if you would be prepared to reciprocate. She says she has some very nice images of her being fucked, and of her cuckold cleaning her up."

"I wonder if Adrian would be willing to be photographed with his cock in my mouth?" I mused. "I must admit, it does sound exciting to share some of our more extreme activities with our American friends. I could even do a video of you being milked. I bet they'd like that!"

The next day I sent Queen a message, agreeing in principle to do as she suggested, with the provision that anything we sent them would not be shared with anyone else.

I got a reply back agreeing to my conditions, together with some photos which showed our friends to be a middle aged couple, who, we learned had both been married before. These unions had both broken down due to what their ex-spouses had called their 'perverted interests'.

Since meeting and getting married, Queen ran the Female Led Marriage, and caged was kept permanently in chastity. He was not milked regularly, as Richard was, but every now and again, he was unlocked and allowed to masturbate over his Queen's feet. She also informed us that she frequently sat on her cuckold's face, something that I had started to do with Richard as well.

"Yes, but do you do watersports when you're queening him?" she asked in one message.

I had to admit that I didn't know what on earth she was talking about, and so she explained that when she was riding caged's face, sometimes the need to piss came over her. So she just went in his mouth, and he swallowed everything.

When that message arrived, I read it, and then showed it to Richard.

"Watersports sounds fun," he grinned at me. "I wonder if your pee tastes different to your cunt juice. I bet it does! Will you let me decide if I can tell the difference, please?"

I looked at him in amazement.

"You want me to piss in your mouth?" I asked.

"Yes, I do," asserted Richard. "If I don't like it, you don't have to carry on with it. But it's something else to show that you're in charge in this marriage. Queen and her caged have a Female Led Marriage. I think that we should have one too!"

Over the course of the next few years, we exchanged many explicit photographs and details of what we all got up to when we were playing. I told Queen that I had discovered the art of pegging, and that as well as milking Richard, I now owned several strap-on cocks, which I would use to fuck him. We even managed to take some photos of me with my dick up Richard's arse, and after having sent them off, I received a congratulatory message from a very impressed Queen and her cuckold.

Not long after sending them, Queen issued an open invitation to Richard and I to visit her and caged, as she always referred to him, in California.

Then all of a sudden, messages from America ceased altogether. Eventually we learned that Queen had grown tired of their lifestyle, and had upped and left her cuckold. She filed for divorce, citing his unusual sexual preferences as a reason for the marriage breaking down. He had not refuted the charges she brought.

We learned all this in a very detailed email, written by caged. I sent a reply, expressing our condolences, and hoping that he could sort his life out and find happiness again. Up until the present time, we have never heard from him again.

"I'm glad we had the experience of chatting with them," Richard said one night in bed, having cleaned me up after I'd been on a date with a new boyfriend. (Adrian had moved on about six months previously.)

"So am I," I replied, playing with his cock lock. "But I warn you. Don't ever think of citing my unusual sexual preferences when you decide to divorce me!"

"As if!" Richard smiled. "I married you for better or for worse. You're stuck with me for good, I'm afraid."

"Just what I wanted to hear," I replied kissing him. "You have cock breath, cucky, and I love tasting myself on your tongue. X-rated friendships are all well and good, but nothing beats having my own cuckold on hand to clean me up and worship me whenever I feel the need for your tongue."

"Amen to that," Richard said firmly. "Now enough talk. Would you like me to go down on you again? I want to taste you one more time before we go to sleep."

"What a lovely cuckold you are," I smiled, opening my legs. "Down you go then. And mind you make me squirt this time!"

THE END