Charlotte & Doug Pt. 01 : Fantasies

This story involves a couple lovingly experimenting with chastity and cuckolding, among other kinks. If that is not your thing, you've been advised. For those who do choose to read on, votes and constructive comments are always appreciated, and help me decide whether to complete the planned chapter 2 and 3.

The young couple lay next to each other in bed, just having made love. It was their first bed together, in their first small apartment together. They had been married little more than a month. Charlotte turned to her new husband and giggled, "Tell me your fantasies."

Doug stammered, "Wha-what?"

She smiled disarmingly, "Your fantasies, things you want to try..."

"Oh, well, I want us to travel, to see the world."

She smacked him playfully, "That's great, but you know damn well that is not what I meant. What do you want to try in bed? What kinky thoughts have you had? I know you have some, you're too pervy not to..." She giggled again, trying to relax him enough to open up.

He stalled. He was young, but not so inexperienced that he could not smell a trap. And if he told her his actual fantasies, she would probably really hit him and ask for an annulment.

So he hedged and put it back on her, "I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it. What about you?"

Charlotte thought maybe if she said something, he would reciprocate. "Well, I would like to be naked in public... and it gets me hot thinking about making love outside where people might see us. And bondage might be fun... now you!"

He could not tell her his deepest fantasies, or admit they had been honed by years of online porn. "I wanna try oral..."

She gave him a pretend scornful look, "Well no shit. All guys want a blowjob. I haven't done it, but I'm willing to try..."

Doug blushed furiously. Which he thought was ironic considering all the dirty thoughts which lived in his head almost continuously. He hesitated, "I don't think you understand. Of course I want it from you... but what I fantasize about is going down on YOU, and not just to get you ready. I wanna eat you out til you cum so many times you can't take it anymore..."

"Have you ever done that before?"

Doug thought about lying so she would not be jealous, but thought better of it. "Once. In college, a girl named Susan told me if I went down on her, I could have her. But she lied... I made her orgasm, then she laughed at me and left me with a hard on."

Charlotte gasped, "Well, that was cruel! What a bitch!" He probably thought she'd be mad, but what really went through her mind was to make him forget all about little Suzy. She knew this could not be his biggest fantasy. But, baby steps. She would loosen him up eventually.

She couldn't believe her audacity, but she reached up and placed her hand on top of his head, pushing him down to her crotch, "Show me... nobody ever gave ME head before..."

Doug had been honest, if not entirely forthcoming. He had not told his bride that he had read numerous "how-to" articles and read countless stories about cunnilingus, along with many videos. He may not have done it more than once, but he had much knowledge to act upon. Including the oft mocked knowledge of where the clitoris and G-spot were. He was savoring the opportunity to test his skills.

As she felt his tongue tenderly tracing her labia, Charlotte sighed, "Oh gawd that feels good..."

Several minutes later after he had slowly explored every crevice and surface on her sex, she was screaming and crying out as he took her to her first oral orgasm, lashing her bud lovingly.

She thought he was done. But he just stayed down there, kissing and suckling her thighs and abdomen until she felt the need again. Then he took her to crashing waves of ecstasy again. And again. And again. She thought she could wait until he was worn out to make HIM happy, but eventually realized he was insatiable. She had to finally push him away. She looked up at his burgeoning manhood and wanted to urge him to take her, to finish, but he had exhausted her. "Can I take care of you in the morning? You wore me the fuck out, honey..."

She had been a little puzzled when Doug agreed, not with disappointment, but with a big smile on his face. She watched him laying there with a pulsing hard-on and a self satisfied smile as she drifted off to sleep.

Doug was immensely proud of himself for pleasuring his wife so. It was worth the frustration.

He was awakened the next morning not only by his morning wood, but by Charlotte fulfilling her promise enthusiastically... almost too enthusiastically. She would eventually perfect her technique, but fortunately it did not take much effort to give her husband a mind blowing orgasm in his current condition.

As he roared out his release, something happened quite incidentally which would benefit him for life. He was too delirious to warn her, she was too excited to care, so he blasted rope after rope of cum down her throat. She instinctively swallowed as fast as she could... and discovered she liked finishing him that way. He would never experience a diminished orgasm because she pulled off and watched him bob and throb the way many women would.

The next day, Charlotte took some time and shaved her genitals completely bare for the first time. Doug did not know it yet, but she did. He had given her something amazing, and she had decided he would be spending a great deal of time with his face buried between her thighs... and she wanted to feel every bit of it, with no pubic hair to get in the way of his tongue and lips. She would always be shaved from here on out. Not for his benefit, but for hers.

The first time Doug saw her bare pussy, she made it clear. If he wanted oral in return, he better shave his little guy too. He was only more than happy to do so.

They had fun in their first year. Charlotte did take every advantage of Doug's predilection for her nether regions, giving him lots of practice until he had perfected his cunnilingus skills. When "the girls" brought up sex, she was quick to praise her "cunnilinguist."

They worked on fulfilling her fantasies also. There was the time she leaned over in a movie theater and fellated him slowly until he fired off a load down her throat, trying to remain silent as he came.

Then there was the time she hiked up her sundress in the park, pulling his face to her crotch and holding it there until she had two loud orgasms in broad daylight.

Then on a trip, she stripped bare and leaned over the balcony of their hotel room, watching the passersby while he hammered her from behind, also nude. The eroticism and the naughtiness of it drove her to new heights.

On their first anniversary she sat astride him in bed, gyrating slowly on his erection. She asked, "Do you trust me more now that we've been married a year?"

Uh-oh. Where was this going? "Of course I trust you, why?"

She tenderly caressed his pecs and abdomen, "I want to hear your fantasies... your kinks... and do NOT tell me you don't have any. I know better." There was no malice in her tone.

Doug still hesitated. "You will think I'm a pervert... you won't like me anymore."

She stopped gyrating for a moment. "You have seen I am a bit of a perv too. You never know, I might like it. No holding back, mister, spill."

When he finally began speaking, she began gyrating again. A reward? She wasn't sure herself. Maybe just being kindred.

"Well, you remember how I told you what Susie did to me, and you said she was cruel and a bitch?" He spoke haltingly.

She reflected, "You mean where she conned you into making her cum with your tongue, then ran off and left you hanging with a hard-on?"

He nodded, "Yeah, that. Well... I know I am an idiot... but I liked it. I know Susie was being a bitch, she never knew it turned me on. But I discovered I liked being used... and I have always fantasized about being teased and tormented... and... denied orgasm while you get all you want..."

Charlotte was taken aback a bit, "You don't ever want to cum? Is it not good for you?"

His eyes went wide, "No! Of course I want to cum... it is fantastic, especially with you. But I like the idea of not having control of it... that YOU decide if and when I get to get off. But you get to anytime you want."

Now that turned her on. The thought of making him eat her out til she was sated and then leaving him hard and needy, like that first time he went down on her. "How long? An hour? A day? A month?"

He groaned and she felt him pulse inside her. He didn't cum, but she could tell the idea of the torment drove him wild. Wow.

"That's just it... its up to you. If I have no idea, the tease would be incredibly frustrating..."

Charlotte's eyes twinkled as she considered the possibilities, ways to torment and deny him. Could she break him and make him beg? The ideas she was having turned her on, a lot. She leaned over and retrieved her vibrator from her nightstand drawer.

She leaned back slightly. "Damn I love how good you feel inside me. I really wish you had told me this a year ago... I really like it. Now... do not move... don't try to stroke into me... and don't you DARE cum..."

With that, she began working her clit with the buzzing vibrator, occasionally squeezing her vagina upon him. Her breathing became increasingly labored until she shuddered with a powerful orgasm, clamping down tightly upon his shaft. Doug was trying desperately to control himself as she continued manipulating her bud, extending her cum. He had fantasized about stuff like this countless times, had read hundreds of porn stories about being denied an orgasm... now that it was actually happening he was finding out just how much effort it took NOT to cum.

When she had finished, she slid off of her husband's cock, regarding it with amazement. It was so hard it was shiny, as if it might burst, and was an angry red. It was leaking pre-cum and bobbed and bounced as if trying to find her. Doug's breathing was labored now.

She lay next to him and traced her finger along his ridge very lightly. "Now, tell me more. Don't leave anything out or it will be a very long time til you get to nut..."

Doug considered his predicament. Holy shit. Could he really trust her with his most intimate thoughts and desires? Or would she dump him and ruin him with everyone he knew?

"Ch... chastity..."

"What the fuck is that?"

Oh God. She had no idea. She would hate him. But he had no choice now. "It's a cage you lock around my dick so I cannot get hard or cum unless you let me..."

She exclaimed, "Holy shit!"

He mournfully sighed, "I'm sorry."

She was excited, "Sorry my ass! I cannot wait to lock you up. You can't even jack off unless I let you??"

He was relieved and terrified by her reaction at the same time. Relieved that she was not mad or disgusted, terrified that she was so animated and excited by the idea of controlling his manhood. What had he just done to himself? "Exactly... I won't be able to even touch myself or get an erection. They are designed so I can still pee, but nothing else..."

"Wow! Where do we get one? Are they expensive? Have you looked at them?"

Of course he had. He explained the various types, and how, as with most things, you get what you pay for. He knew he was damning himself to be completely at her mercy, but he showed her on his phone that there were decent plastic models which fasten only behind the testicles, but they could be escaped, or just fall off when the wearer lost his tumescence.

She looked puzzled, "I thought you couldn't get hard?"

"I can't... or only as much as the device will allow. I'll still get very aroused and will fill up the cage. Anyway... I can't believe I'm telling you this... for complete control you want to pay the money for one that fits around my waist so I can't get out on my own..." He showed her some sites where they could order one.

Charlotte intuited enough for her next question. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

He blushed, and showed her a photo of a CB-6000. "I bought one of these and tried it. That's how I knew how it works. But I never had a keyholder to control when I took it off, so I didn't really get the whole experience. I would get excited and take it off."

Her eyes lit up, "I will be your KEYHOLDER, then? Too fucking cool!"

She took his phone, ordered the most secure model she could find, paying for it with his credit card that he had saved in his phone. "That's a lot of money... I'll pay you for half of it, okay?"

His penis throbbed and he had broken out in a sweat from excitement and trepidation. He nodded his agreement. Hell, he would pay for all of it if he had to. "Damn, I need to cum."

She laughed happily, "Nope, nothin' doin', buster. Tell me more... what else is bouncing around in that dirty mind of yours?" She had realized that in his aroused state he was more pliable and open, so she was intent on taking advantage.

Doug stuttered and stammered, was almost crimson and had trouble forming words. This must be really good. Or bad. Or both.

"I... I... uhm... fantasize about being... uh... tied to a chair so I can't move at all... cannot ta... touch myself. And you force me to... to... watch..."

She was a little puzzled. "Watch what?"

He couldn't speak.

"You wanna watch me masturbate? Get myself off?"

He nodded, but stuttered out, "Yeah... uh-huh, but also... cu-cuck--cuckolding me..."

She was trying to imagine what sex act that would be. "How do I cuckold you? What is it?"

Doug wanted to crawl away. He couldn't say it. She finally used his phone and looked up the word.

Now she was flushed! "What the fuck?? You want me to fuck another guy while you watch?! WHY?? I don't want anybody but you!"

That was the end of the conversation for that night. Charlotte had no problem leaving her husband wanting now. She definitely was not in the mood for sex so fuck him. Or not.

Doug's believed his fears had been realized. His sweet, beautiful, hot wife would surely leave him now, telling everyone what a disgusting pervert he is. He remained quiet as possible, hoping she would calm down at some point.

She did. After getting some sleep, she gave it some thought. She HAD demanded he tell her his fantasies. She had left him little choice. It was not really fair for her to hold those fantasies against him. He had not actually ASKED her to fuck somebody else. Maybe it was one of those things he thought about but did not want to actually happen. She certainly had questions, though.

She made them both breakfast and called for him to join her at the kitchen table. He walked in and sat nervously, thanking her for the breakfast. Half seriously hoping it wasn't poisoned or she hadn't spit in it.

Charlotte spoke quietly, "I'm sorry for getting angry."

Doug was equally quiet, "No, I'm sorry."

She continued, "I guess we can both be sorry, but its my fault. I made you think it was okay to tell me... that... and I shouldn't be angry about it. Now that I've calmed down, I would like to know more about your fantasies."

He had an expression on his face that said are you crazy? He didn't want to open that can of whoop-ass again.

She spoke soothingly, "Seriously. I should not have over reacted. And now that its out there, I need to understand, and you need to know I understand, or it will just fester between us."

He relaxed a little bit, "Okay, what do you want to know?"

"No judgement... but why? Why would you want that? Its not so you can mess around?"

Doug had to take some time to gather his thoughts and decide how to respond so it made sense. He was not trying to hide any part of it, he figured that ship had sailed. "I think it ties into the tease and denial thing. Like you getting off but I don't. It's kind of the ultimate of that, because you actually get to have sex, maybe with somebody better that me, and I have to watch it happen but I can't get off. And no, no outside nookie for me... it would be all about you."

"What else?"

He took another moment. "I had fantasized about it for a long time, but the thing with Suzy... it was SO fucking humiliating... but I found I loved it..."

"So you LIKE to be humiliated?"

It sounded so stupid when said out loud like that. "Yes... but, I don't know how to express it, not like all the time. I don't really imagine you being cruel and hateful. Maybe if I let you read some stories that have appealed to me it would help."

"Like porn stories?"

He nodded, embarrassed and expecting rage again. She surprised him.

"Cool. I've read some. Literotica? That will give me some ideas so we can try stuff. I doubt I'll ever be okay sleeping with someone else, but maybe we can role play it."

That was a relief, actually. Doug fantasized about it, but didn't know if he could actually handle his beloved wife in the arms of another man.

In the weeks to come, little was said about the matter as Charlotte spent some of her free time reading the stories he provided, as well as others she found and some professional articles about her husband's desires. Most of their sexual activity consisted of her getting horny from something she read, and calling upon him to get between her thighs and give her orgasmic relief.

When he would ask what she read that got her excited, the response was always a variation of, "Shut up and lick." She was developing ideas and gaining new fantasies of her own, but she wanted to maintain mystery and surprise for when she decided to implement them.

Any denial Doug experienced during this phase of their relationship was merely incidental. They still made love and she still worked on her fellatio skills. But she had become accustomed to his oral skills being provided upon demand and had become more comfortable not reciprocating each time. He had convinced her of his sincere focus on her needs and his willingness to have his needs take a back seat.

Reading stories, she found that chastity play was pretty far ranging. Some people may keep the guy locked up for a day, some a week, some for longer terms, even months. For that they needed a high quality cage; she smiled to herself because that is what they had ordered, so she had options. She learned that even if long-term, the keyholder should find methods to let the penis out for cleaning and erections... she did NOT want to shrink her hubby's dick, she liked it as big as it was.

She read that some people use different methods to decide if the chastised guy got to orgasm. Maybe picking a date, having to draw a certain card or perform certain tasks. Nope. She liked what Doug had said. It should be completely up to her, and at her whim. That way it could be a day, or a month, and he would have no idea. Hell, she did not want to know either... just if the urge hit her to give him relief.

In her readings, she learned something. Whether the women writers said it or not, it became apparent. A big part of the fantasy for Doug, as he had said several times, was that it should be "all about her" that his needs would be forever second place. She believed he was being entirely honest, if not perhaps a bit unrealistic. It would, in fact, require effort on her part.

During periods when he was locked in chastity, he would need to be let out of his device for cleanings and what she learned were sometimes called "fluffings" or "edgings" to maintain his penile health. While he was free of the device she would have to monitor him the entire time to ensure he did not give into temptation and masturbate.

She would have the responsibility of deciding how long to make him go without, locked up or not.

And then there was something he appeared to be completely clueless about... she liked his dick inside her. Yes, she had discovered that his tongue game was much more beneficial to her... it lasted well beyond her needs and provided rapturous orgasms. But he had enough stamina to make her cum at least once with his dick, which as far as she knew, was a decent length and girth.

Another detail she had gleaned was that the effort she put into being sexual would not diminish, it could even increase. She could not just lock him up and forget about sex for any amount of time; they would both lose interest. The torment of him being locked up required a tease, or reminder of what he could not have. She could not allow his chastity to be confused as disinterest on her part.

One evening while they were watching television, she muted the TV and scared him with those words, "We need to talk."

She laid out her concerns, and made sure he understood there actually would be work involved on her part. Sex goddess AND caretaker, as it were.

When she finished describing these thoughts and more, Doug sat thinking for a moment before replying. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it would be a pain in the ass for you. Although it does make me feel good that you would miss my dick... I never thought I was that good in bed. We don't have to do this, is it too late to cancel the chastity device order?"

Charlotte grinned salaciously, a gleam in her eyes that scared him a bit, "It arrived today. And, thank you for being understanding... but we ARE doing this. I just wanted you to realize there will be effort on my part. It will be 110% on my terms, understood?"

Doug felt a flush of excitement and cringed at the same time. "Absolutely, yes ma'am."

That gave her an opening for another comment, "I like that. You can call me ma'am. No mistress or madame or any of that silliness. And that way you can show respect for me right out in public and it will seem normal. I'm not saying there won't be any whips and leather, but for the most part I want to continue our regular relationship. Nobody else needs to know you are my little chastity pussy slave..."

His already erect manhood throbbed at that.

She grinned, "Now go get the package out of my closet and lets get you locked up."

She giggled and he chortled as they fiddled with the contraption and tried to fit it in place. His erection was not going away, which made it impossible.

He laughed, making a suggestion, "You know, because we've been busy, I haven't cum in nearly two weeks... that might help."

She contemplated, "Two weeks? Wow. This is a perfect opportunity." She hopped up, walked to the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas, which she applied until his phallus became flaccid.

As she slid the tube over him, she winked at him, "You being already desperate makes our first experiment with chastity and denial more... interesting."

With a SNICK she closed the padlock behind his back on the waist belt. Admiring her work and his cock already straining in vain against its prison, she swooned. She tested the device, moving it this way and back, twisting it on his member. She had him hop up and down so she could watch how it moved. "This is so fucking hot... time to make the only one of us who can, cum. Come to bed."

She directed her husband to lay on his back on the bed, then moved on top of him in the sixty-nine position. She wanted to be able to observe his caged cock while he serviced her. She was amazed that while he devoured her and lashed at her clit, his cock filled the cage entirely as it tried to become erect. She licked at bits of flesh which pressed out of the pee hole and the vents, and licked up the pre-cum seeping from his desperately needy member. She was amazed how much he was aroused by making HER cum, and his frustrated denial served to arouse her that much more.

She cried out in orgasm numerous times, fucking his face and clawing at his thighs in her ecstatic release. The harder she came, the more he worked to give her more, trying to make up for his own inability to cum.

She was thrilled about the one sided experience and determined it would happen a lot. He might regret what he had started!

In the following days she learned just how pliable and susceptible to suggestion he was in this state. He was continuously horny, and entirely dependent upon her for relief. She began to understand how the women in the stories got their men to do all the house work, pay for everything, and suffer all kinds of abuse. She decided her torments would be almost entirely sexual. She loved her husband, and did not want to "use" him beyond the abuse he craved.

Initially she only locked him up for perhaps a day at a time. Then two days, then eventually for weeklong stints, then occasionally a month! She was so proud of her hubby. He would obviously be suffering, he would cater to her and offer to pleasure her, but he never once begged to be released. He really did want her making the decision.

This description should not be construed to believe Doug spent all of his time in chastity. Far from it... they played with it, but also had their usual sex life. And she progressively found ways to play out his cuckold fantasies without actually cuckolding him.

Her first effort was to have him sit between her legs, watching her closely while she masturbated herself to orgasm, using her fingers. He was uncaged so he could achieve an erection, but was told not to touch himself. As Doug watched his wife twiddle her moist womanhood, as he listened to her achieve orgasms, he could not resist touching himself. He did not orgasm himself, but still he was unable to follow orders not to touch his dick.

So the next time, she had him lay on his back while she straddled his chest and got herself off with her vibrator. She instructed him to grasp the headboard the entire time so he could not touch himself.

On another night, she bound him securely to a chair at the foot of the bed. His erection stood proudly, but there was no way he could touch or stroke it. She had ordered a dildo which was approximately his size and girth. She used it to fuck herself, calling out the name of his best friend Jason, who happened to be black. As she came repeatedly, he squirmed and groaned on his chair, imagining her actually getting fucked by Jason while he could only watch.

She had also ordered a strap-on harness for the dildo. A couple of months later she made him wear it over his chastity device and had him fuck her long and hard while he was denied. He was almost apoplectic by the time she was satisfied. She made him lay next to her as she drifted off to sleep, him still wearing his chastity cage and the dildo.

Doug and Jason were almost inseparable, having been best friends since High School. The more Charlotte got to know Jason, the more she understood he would never be cruel or do anything to hurt Doug. He was tall and handsome, and a gentleman. She began to wonder if she could safely fulfill Doug's fantasy with his best friend. As silly as it sounded, despite intercourse, she felt it could be "platonic" between she and Jason. And perhaps they could even place Doug at an angle so they could mimic an interlude without actually "doing it." They would simply be putting on a show for her hubby. She had grown to trust Jason.

Keep in mind this all took place over a period of a couple of years. Our couple was also busy with work, extended family, trips and general life. Our focus is on their sex life.

She invited Jason to lunch to plan Doug's birthday party, ostensibly.

This had not been a snap decision for Charlotte, and she was not in any way dissatisfied with Doug's prowess. She had simply become more comfortable with the idea after having simulated it in several ways. And, she wanted to do something very special for her husband's thirtieth birthday. If you've never had such fantasies, this may seem like simply an excuse to fuck around on her husband. That was not Charlotte's motivation... and she knew her hubby by now, she was absolutely correct. She could not have paid enough for a better birthday gift for him.

As Jason sat across from her, she was reminded of his good looks, which always turned heads. Doug was in good shape and attractive, but not on his best friend's level. Jason had chiseled facial features, muscles in all the right places, and a smooth, baritone voice that made girl's panties moist.

Once again, that was not Charlotte's motivation. Jason had always been "around" as long as she had known Doug, and she chose Doug. She could have easily shifted her attentions to Jason, but she saw him as a buddy, not a sex object. Something that had set the chick magnet at ease.

They talked for awhile about Doug's birthday party and who to invite while drinking coffee. Jason agreed to pick up a cake and pop. Charlotte was picking up meats for the grill, which Jason offered to manage so Doug could relax and drink beer on his day.

Finally Charlotte brought up the subject she had set out to explore in the first place. She was nervous. They got along very well, but not so well that they had ever talked about sex.

"So, Jason, I need to ask you something, and I'm kinda scared to..."

He tried to reassure her, "Well, don't be. We're all buds, right?"

She smiled sheepishly, "Okaaay, do you and Doug ever talk about sex?"

Now he was apprehensive, not knowing where this was going. "Um, uh, he's never talked about you that way, if that's what you mean..."

She thought, great, this could turn into a pointless dance, "Oh, no, I would not expect he would, but thanks. I mean more like, do you know what he likes, any kinks."

Jason thought maybe she was looking for ideas, "Well, that isn't something guys usually talk about, but yeah, I know he's a bit of a perv, sorry." He chuckled, hoping that was not telling tales out of school.

It took her awhile to continue, "You have no idea, and that is kind of what I want to talk to you about."

Thinking his buddy had gotten himself in hot water with the wife, Jason replied, "Look, I don't want to get between you two..."

He was more than puzzled when she burst into hysterical laughter and could not stop for over a full minute. Finally, trying to catch her breath, she said, "Oh, trust me, if you choose to help me, you will definitely get between us, but it'll be okay."

Jason could not help but laugh with her, so they were soon more relaxed. She explained it the best she could.

"So you're telling me Dougie likes to watch?"

She blushed, "Well, he never has. We aren't talking about being a peeping tom. He has a fantasy of being cuckolded... yeah, I had that same look when he told me. Basically he wants to be tied up and made to watch while someone else, probably someone better than him, fucks me."

"Holy crap, that sounds humiliating."

She laughed, "Again my response exactly. But that is what excites him. We have done role play with it, so I know it really does turn him on to no end."

"So you want me to have sex with you on his birthday?"

She nodded, "Sort of. I was more thinking we would angle it to make him think we did, but not actually do it."

"Why me? You're sure he won't kill me? I mean, he is my best friend."

She knew this would come up. "He will thank you, trust me. Why you? Because I trust you. I know you will keep our secret, I know you won't actually abuse Doug or give him crap the rest of his life. Most importantly, if I am going to have a man naked with me while my husband is tied up and helpless, it has to be someone I know I can trust. I don't want him to watch me get raped and murdered."

"Damn, that makes sense. If you need me, I'll do it. I sure as hell don't want ya'll getting hurt."

She did not tell Doug of her plans. She believed it would be more exciting for him if it was a surprise.

The birthday party went off without a hitch. His family, friends and co-workers celebrated with dinner, cake and socializing. It did not seem unusual to anyone for his best friend Jason to stay late to help clean up after everyone else left.

Charlotte sent Jason to the store, but let Doug think his friend had gone home. Then she guided her husband to the bedroom and directed him to strip.

Once he was nude, she removed his chastity device. He had been locked up for exactly a month in preparation for his big birthday surprise. She then directed him to sit in the sturdy wooden chair at the foot of the bed where she usually restrained him.

Doug's member was as hard as it could get, straining to its fully six inches and he was excited, wondering what she had dreamed up this time. He noticed she tightened the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles a little more than usual. Then she added a strap around his midsection... he was not even able to lift up.

She kissed him deeply. "I love you so much, baby. Happy birthday."

Then she just walked out of the room. Huh?

He sat there for nearly half an hour, the anticipation and lack of information driving him nuts.

Finally she returned, standing to his left and regarding him pensively. He was confused.

He was looking at her, but suddenly sensed a presence to his right. He felt a flush of embarrassment, the fight or flight response kicking in because obviously SOMEONE was seeing him bound naked to the chair with an erection. But of course he could neither fight nor flee.

He turned his head slowly to see his best friend towering over him, smiling reassuringly. Jason leaned down so that their faces were close. "Charlotte told me about your fantasies, brother. Your wife wants me to make love to her now. I need to know if you are actually okay with that..."

Doug could not believe this was actually happening. He was overwhelmed, partly because he had not thought Charlotte would ever actually do it, partly because he was scared of losing her. He knew Jason had a way with the ladies... he'd had a few stalkers after they had been to bed with him. He was also afraid she would be mad at him for saying yes. So many variables and only one good.

He looked at her questioningly, unable to speak. She placed a hand on his arm to comfort him, knowing what he was thinking. "Its okay, baby. I won't be mad, I won't leave you... this is your birthday present."

Doug looked back at his friend and nodded weakly, stammering, "Uh-huh... y-yes... take good care of her..."

Jason had to ask, "Do you mean what I think you mean? Are you saying to be gentle with her or to give her my best lovin'?"

"B-best..."

"You're sure? You know what happens when I do that..."

All Doug could do was nod. Now Charlotte was confused and feeling out of the loop.

It was time for them to undress each other, and Charlotte realized her husband would not have a good view of that so close to the bed. "I think he needs to move back a few feet, so we can stand in front of him."

Jason gripped the back of the chair and easily slid it backwards. As he watched himself being dragged away from his marital bed, and his wife, the symbolism was not lost on Doug. He had gone and done it now. He was being removed from the picture and supplanted as his wife's lover, he had no control.

The couple stepped together in front of him. He watched as Jason's big, strong hands slowly, tenderly, removed his wife's blouse, then her lacy bra, exposing her perfect breasts. Then he knelt and removed her skirt and her panties as if carefully opening a treasured gift. When she stood nude before him, he kissed her tummy, then stood up so she could undress him.

Charlotte slowly unfastened the buttons on Jason's shirt, then pulled it from his body. She knew he was muscular, but had never seen him topless before. She was in awe, not only because of his skin tone, but because of the definition of those muscles. His pecs were perfect and he had a six pack too. Doug was well muscled, but nothing like this. She traced her fingertips over his body as if learning it as a blind person would. She had already been moist, now she was afraid a rivulet of her arousal would drip down her bare thighs.

She stepped around behind him, reaching up to explore his broad shoulders and then his strong back the same way.

Moving back to his front, she knelt before him the way he had knelt before her. Unfastening his belt, she unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled them and his boxers down in one smooth motion.

She almost screamed, "OH MY GAWD!"

She actually moved back a bit, intimidated. She had expected to find an erect penis akin to her husband's, who she had always assumed was either large or at least on the upper end of average.

Doug had been through school and gone to the gym with his friend often, so he had known what to expect. It was more his wife's reaction that scared him. Would she run from the room? Or would she kick him to the curb, no longer satisfied with his comparably pathetic phallus?

Charlotte recovered, and reached out to trace the considerable outlines of the monster before her. Rather than being turgid like Doug's, it was still flaccid, denoting masculine control. She did not estimate its dimensions, but it dwarfed her husband's, the thick root hanging heavily nearly to Jason's knees. As thick as the girth was, the flared head was even larger.

Before she realized how cruel her accusing tone was, she turned to Doug, regarding his desperately hard member dripping pre-cum, "Who is normal, him or... you?" The insinuation that she felt she had been cheated all these years was apparent.

Doug choked back tears, "I uh... I believe I am average... Jason is well above average... I'm about six inches... girls have measured him at about nine or nine and a half..."

She was embarrassed and ashamed of her unintended cruelty, "Oh." Then she quite by accident made it worse, looking at Doug's much smaller penis, she said, "I'm sorry."

In part to prevent her from putting her foot in her mouth again, Jason pulled her gently to her feet. He tipped her chin upwards and kissed her deeply. Drawing her close, she felt the thickness of his cock pressing against her thigh, still flaccid.

She couldn't help it. She hoped Doug had known what he had asked for, that he would be okay. But things had changed for her in the last moments. She looked up into Jason's eyes, and realizing Doug could hear, asked, "You know how I said we would just fake it?"

Jason had expected this, "Yes, ma'am?"

She reached down and gripped his manhood, "Well, fuck that. We are not faking anything. I've never wanted to experience anything more in my life... I want you to make love to me..."

She heard Doug's breathing become more labored. She really did hope he would be okay, but in this moment, it also really did not matter. She loved him, and feared she would regret it the next day, but for now, she only wanted to feel herself stretched by that amazing cock. To learn whether she could take it.

Jason looked to Doug, "You still good, brother?"

"Take good care of her and don't worry about me."

Jason grabbed Charlotte's buttocks, picked her up and sat her on the bed. Then he dragged Doug's chair back close to the bed, so he would have the best view possible of his wife being ravaged.

He lay beside her on the bed and began lightly caressing her body, "I've always thought Dougie was the luckiest sonofabitch on the planet. Now my friend has let me get lucky, and I am going to make sure you are happy."

He kissed her longingly and lovingly for a long time while he explored her petite body with his hands, lightly caressing her all over, tweaking her nipples tenderly and squeezing her breasts. Each time his hands came near her womanhood, she instinctively flexed her buttocks upwards, trying to get him to touch her there. But he was saving the best for last.

This had been going on for a very long time already, and he had not even done anything more than what would be considered foreplay. Doug watched, mesmerized. He realized that Jason was not just going to fuck his wife for his benefit. Jason really was making love to her... making it ALL about her and her pleasure. Damnit, could he really lose her?

Jason urged her to roll over onto her stomach. He then sat between her thighs and began to give her a full body massage. His still flaccid slab of meat lay on the bed, the head just barely touching her labia. She kept trying to wriggle down upon it, but he made her wait.

Charlotte alternated between mewling or whining softly and moaning or sighing in appreciation of his strong hands kneading her muscles, the bottoms of her feet, everywhere, causing her to need him all the more.

The sensations from his hands, the eroticism of his attentions obviously placing her first and foremost, the knowledge that her husband was being forced to watch it all helplessly, and feeling the fat head of that huge dick spreading her labia apart was driving her to new heights so she finally moaned, "pleeeease... give it to meeee..."

And that is what Jason was waiting for... for Doug to hear his wife begging for his dick.

Jason deftly flipped her over onto her back, then lifted her above him as he lowered himself on his own back. His head was at the foot of the bed now, and Charlotte was eager to be lowed onto his shaft, even though it had not become turgid yet.

Instead he lowered her onto his face. He could have gone down on her while she was on her back. But then Doug would not have a front row seat to her needy sex resting on his face, his tongue driving into her and lashing her clit. This way Doug would see it all and have to learn who was better at cunnilingus.

"Oh, please fuck me..." Charlotte complained, until Jason darted his tongue across her bud several times. She then placed her hands on his head and mewled happily as he began driving her towards her first series of orgasms.

For Doug, this was worse than watching Jason fuck his wife, or so he thought. He had always felt inadequate at intercourse; but he had been confident in his oral skills. He had assumed his friend, with his godlike manhood, would skip pussy licking altogether. If Jason showed him up in that department, what did he have left? He would essentially be useless to her.

Soon Charlotte was screaming and crying as orgasms coursed through her. She was fucking Jason's face the same way she fucked her husband's face. Her cries seemed louder, her motions more emphatic. Doug felt completely defrocked. Why was his dick so fucking hard?

Jason took her over the top several times. Maybe not as much as Doug provided, but was that simply because she wanted to feel that big sausage inside of her? Doug wondered whether he would serve any purpose for her from now on.

Jason decided it was time for the big event. He maneuvered so that he was sitting on the end of the bed, facing Doug. He allowed himself to "let go" and soon his phallus was standing proudly vertical, directly in front of his best friend. He nodded to Charlotte, who was also facing her husband, sitting next to him on the bed.

She was staring hungrily in awe as the big phallus became tumescent. She glanced from her husband's fully turgid penis, seeping pre-cum, to Jason's monster and back again. Doug could tell what she was thinking... he was thinking the same thing.

Three and a half inches length did not sound like much. But the difference in penis length was incredible. That coupled with the difference in their girth... Jason's dick appeared three times as big around as Doug's.

Doug truly was a glutton for punishment. He looked at Charlotte, "Go ahead, say it."

Charlotte placed a hand around Jason's phallus, then reached with the other hand to grab Doug's, but stopped herself. It was swollen purple and pulsing, she was afraid if she touched it, that it would go off. Not only did she not want the mess, but the biggest part of the fantasy for her hubby was to be denied. "I'm sorry, honey... but he makes you look like a little boy..."

She stood and let Jason lift her up, still facing her husband, and she placed that big, beautiful cock to her entrance. She and both guys gasped as she lowered herself onto it, letting that big flared head pop inside of her.

"OMFG... YESSSS."

Poor Doug groaned and almost lost it from the eroticism of watching the contrast in skin tone and the seeming impossible penetration. It was like watching a ball bat being forced into a thimble, and the thimble liking being stretched beyond all reason. The laws of physics said it had no right to happen, but the female body is an amazing creation.

Doug's chair was close enough that Charlotte placed one of her feet on each of his knees for support. Then she began gyrating slowly upon her new lover, gently working herself down his shaft, mewling and moaning in pleasure.

Her eyes were closed.

But Doug's weren't. He could not have closed them had he wanted to... he was mesmerized by watching another man's huge manhood disappear into his wife's body. He had to watch as Jason's big hands held her breasts, squeezing them roughly as she continued to descend.

It was not long til Doug realized Jason had already passed the deepest point he himself had ever been inside of her. Jason now knew parts of his wife he never would, was penetrating a part of her body only she and Jason would share. Damn.

He was shocked by the first words his wife was able to form, "Ohhh this is sooooo good... thank you, Doug... I love you..."

She was soon to be fully impaled by a much better man... and she was thinking of him. It felt good, but it would be some time until he could wrap his mind around it.

And then she was. All of Jason's member had disappeared within her. Now she sat there moaning, looking like she was in a trance as she acclimated to being so full, so stretched.

When she had become comfortable, still using her husband's knees to push against, she began pistoning the dick into and out of her.

"Ohhhhhgawwwwd..."

She and Doug were both overwhelmed.

She because she was experiencing sensations she had never felt before, Jason was helping to slam into her vigorously while tweaking her nipples with his fingers and sucking hickies onto her shoulders at the same time. It was almost more than she could take and she felt the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced approaching.

Doug because he was watching Jason's froth covered shaft pounding into his wife's womanhood, stretching it unnaturally. He was listening to sound of that happening and to the sighs and moans she was making. He could smell the aroma of their arousal and he too knew she would be cumming soon, and that his best friend would probably cum with her, filling her with strange semen. His own member was harder than he had ever felt and it seemed as if it would burst. Subconsciously, he pulled against his restraints, wanting to be involved, wanting to touch himself because he had never needed to cum so fucking bad.

And then it happened. Charlotte was screaming, calling Jason's name and digging her nails into her new lover's thighs as body wracking orgasms coursed through her.

Doug got another wake up call. He knew if he WERE able to be in Jason's place as he desperately wanted to be, he probably would have cum already, and most certainly would cum with his wife.

But not Jason. Doug was forced to watch as his friend never slowed down... if anything he increased his tempo, forcing more ecstatic orgasms from Charlotte while showing no signs of finishing himself.

Finally Charlotte was spent and collapsed back against Jason, delirious. When she recovered, in a daze she offered to finish him with her mouth, feeling bad that he had not gotten to cum with her. He laughed quietly and assured her it was okay, he would get his in time. He fell back onto the mattress, with her still impaled on his erection, eliciting a satisfied moan.

He rolled them onto their sides, maintaining penetration as he kissed her tenderly.

She whispered, "But I like giving head... and I really want to feel you in my mouth..."

In his baritone, he responded, "In good time... but it will take time, and tonight is all about you. So another time, when you can relax and work me for an hour or so..."

Doug was thinking, "Fuck me. It takes everything I have not to nut in seconds when she goes down on me..."

They kissed and talked for awhile, caressing each other. Soon, as Jason had anticipated, Charlotte was ready again, pressing herself onto him with her need.

Jason rolled her over onto her back and quite literally took her in the missionary position, eventually placing her legs over his shoulders to maximize the angle. He made love to her this way for a very long time, alternating his tempo from long, slow strokes to jack hammer pounding, eliciting repeated rounds of orgasms from her.

They made love for what seemed to Doug like hours, on all fours, with her on her stomach being taken from behind in a position only a man with sufficient length could accomplish, cowgirl, and others. They seemed to have completely forgotten about her husband as she enjoyed the ecstasy of his stamina.

Finally Jason decided it was time for him to finish while she still had it in her. He returned to their position sitting directly in front of Doug, with Charlotte mounted as before. This way, his best friend would have the best view of him filling his wife with jizz.

He looked over her shoulder at Doug, "I'm gonna cum in your wife now, Dougie."

"C-c-condom?"

He winked at his best friend, needling him, "I don't like rubbers... and I think she deserves the full experience, don't you? You wouldn't mind raising my kid, would you? To be reminded of this every day?"

Charlotte chimed in, "I want to feel him cum inside me, little Dougie..."

Not that he had a choice, but Doug nodded.

Doug expected a jack hammer effect, what he would do if it were him wanting to gain his own orgasm. Instead, while Charlotte rested her feet on Doug's knees again, Jason pistoned into her with long, slow strokes, wanting to savor her and his orgasm like a fine wine.

It took a long time, or so it seemed, and Charlotte came again before Jason. Finally Doug noticed as his friend's balls drew up close, then Jason's manhood drove home and became one with her as it pulsed and throbbed, filling her with his seed. Charlotte cried out in another orgasm and Jason roared with the satisfaction of his huge release.

Doug's own phallus pulsed and jumped, wanting to find some way to join in the festivities. He moaned, in envy of them both, in grief, in arousal. He wanted to be the one cumming inside her, he wanted to be the one giving her those violent orgasms. At the same time he was happy she was experiencing what he could not give her. Jealous and thrilled all at the same time.

Doug was dismayed as that fire hose just seemed to keep pumping life giving semen into her. It was running out of her there was so much. Finally, at long last, it slowed to a couple of throbs and they were still.

Charlotte fell into Jason's arms and mewled contentedly. They stayed that way for a long time before she stood. There combined fluids dripped down her thighs, and Jason's still impressive slab of meat was covered in foamy cum.

Charlotte whispered something to Jason, who left the room. When he came back with a bag of frozen peas, Doug knew what was up. She released his bonds, ordering him to place his hands on back of his head.

He needed to cum so badly, but he knew not to beg. He did whisper "please..." as she fastened the chastity device onto his needy cock.

She had kindness in her voice as she snapped the padlock shut. "Shhh... you are not being punished, baby. If anything, I cannot thank you enough for this, it was amazing. When you get to cum, I want to make it really special... but Jason has worn me the fuck out. So you'll have to wait."

It made sense. But damn he needed an orgasm. It was a painful need, but at the same time, he loved the whole feeling of desperation.

The aftermath was so strange. His wife, covered in hickies and perspiration, cuddled into him as they stood there, "I love you so much, honey, thank you for this. It was... life changing."

His best friend, bite marks on his pecs from Doug's wife, his now flaccid slab of meat hanging nearly to his knees and covered with feminine fluids, placed a hand on Doug's shoulder, "You okay, brother?"

When Doug nodded in the affirmative, Jason continued, "I am really glad you are such a perv, Doug, that was amazing. I hope you want to do it again."

Jason then asked Charlotte if she wanted to go take a shower. She responded sweetly, "No, thank you... you go ahead. Me and my hubby have another fantasy to fulfill for him."

Jason looked puzzled, but went to take his shower.

When he was gone, Charlotte pushed her husband backwards onto his back on the bed. She had not been sure she could do this to him, but reading his stories, it was in nearly every single one, so obviously it was high on his list of fantasies.

She had also learned from his reading that if she let him nut first, he would lose his sexual high and probably not follow through. But if she had him worked up and frantic to cum, he would probably do anything she asked just to live vicariously through her.

She lowered her sloppy nether lips down onto his face, "You wanted this, you nasty little bastard... so from here on out anytime you cum in me... anytime ANYONE cums in me, you are cleaning me up..."

She was shocked as he locked his arms around her hips and began licking and sucking her nastified twat light he was starving for what she had. She was surprised how much it turned her on to see him so fucking desperate for her that he would eat another man's cum out of her. She clasped her fingers into his hair and fucked his face until another orgasm overtook her.

When they fell beside each other, both spent, she saw that he was actually quivering and shaking, his cage bobbing upwards and leaking pre-cum. "Damn, honey, are you gonna make it?"

He nodded weakly. "I will be glad to service you, ma'am... you know that won't keep you from getting pregnant though, right?"

She had to laugh, "Oh, sweetie, that was just for your benefit. I'm not about to get knocked up by anyone but you. Jason assured me when we planned this that he's had a that he's had a vasectomy..."

She had to ask, "So... did you like that?" She needed to know if cleaning her out really was something that should be routine.

He asked, "You mean the whole thing? Or just the last part?

She giggled, "I think the first part is pretty obvious, but if I'm wrong, you need to tell me. I meant the creampie part."

He took a moment to answer, "I liked you using me selfishly, and the humiliation. Do not think I ever want that from the source... but eating it, mingled with you, out of you, was pretty damned hot."

She grinned lasciviously, "Good. Then that IS a new rule, because I really liked it. And the idea that after we have sex YOU will be going to the bathroom to clean up while I drift off to sleep is fantastic."

After Jason dressed and left, the couple snuggled in for the night... Charlotte more than sated, Doug with a serious case of blue balls.

It would be several days until she felt recovered enough to keep her promise. When she did, she did make it special, dragging it out and tormenting her husband with edgings and ruined orgasms before finally letting him take her.

Chastity did not become a routine, but rather an occasional thing to play with. Nor did romps with Jason become more than very occasional. They both knew there was no comparison, and Charlotte did love her husband.

Doug was surprised to find no change in his relationship with Jason. As Jason explained it to him, "I happened to be born with this penis and stamina. You are still better at any number of things, just not loving women. I don't feel better than anyone."

As for Charlotte, she was busy planning a surprise tropical vacation for them.

But that's another story.