Being Cuckolded #3 The Big Day Part 1
I sat on the end of the bed looking down at my limp caged cock, my wife was in the shower. She had instructed me to wait for her while she showered, she wanted my help to prepare for him.
I hadn't slept well at all, thinking about what was going to happen today. My wife had been restless too, I think she was excited, not quite how I was feeling. She called me in from the bathroom, standing wet and naked, she handed me a towel and told me to pat her dry as she rubbed her hair.
I noticed she had freshly shaven her pussy, I hadn't seen her bare like that for many years. It was an indication of her excitement, suddenly she had a man to look forward to again.
When she was dry my wife took hold of my cage and kissed me, then gently tugged on it as she led me back into the bedroom. "You choose" she said, smiling as she held up underwear we had purchased earlier that week. I picked the black set with the pink embroidery and mesh panels, aware she wasn't wearing it for me.
After helping her into her bra and fitting her stockings and suspenders, I picked up the panties. "Oh no, never mind those" my wife said absent mindedly, as she checked I had fastened the clips to her stocking tops properly. Suddenly she paused and looked up guiltily, pursing her lips, she said "Sorry...he asked me not to wear any." I nodded, with a forced smile I placed them back in the drawer.
"Which do you think?" my wife asked, holding up a dress in each hand and waiting for my response eagerly. As she stood there I kept looking down at her smooth shaven pussy, framed between her suspenders, knowing why it was like that. "Hey, pay attention!" she raised her voice aware of my gaze. I lifted my finger and gestured toward the the red shift dress, I know she likes red, plus it showed off her figure so well.
As she wiggled into her dress I watched her sexy hips, the hem of her dress barely covering that smooth shaven honey pot. A tiny whimper of frustration escaped as I realized there was a time my penis would have been standing proud at such a display of femininity. Instead it was limp and lifeless, wrapped in a steel cage, useless.
"Zip me up babe" she whispered, her back to me as she flattened out any wrinkles in the dress. I swallowed hard, I realized I was being selfish, she needed this. As I slid the zip up on her dress I suggested she wear her black high heels with the pointed toes and diamond detail. Unfortunately she didn't have a red pair that was suitable for the occasion, so black would have to suffice.
She looked at the clock as she put her earrings on. "He'll be here soon" she said, "You better go put the kettle on, while I do my makeup." looking back at me, standing in the doorway as she blew me a kiss.
I stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, my heart was pounding with fear. Was this really going to happen? was I going to watch my wife fucked by another man? What if he is bigger than I was...oh god,what if he is better than I was?
I heard my wife's heels clacking on the kitchen floor as she walked in, she looked so hot in that dress, knowing what was under it made me really horny. Then I remembered It wasn't for me and my heart sank again.
"I can't watch" I blurted out as I held her in my arms, she looked so disappointed with me. "I need you to be a part of this" she said as she held me tight. "I'll be in the spare bedroom, it's only next door." I replied. My wife frowned at me, that wasn't how she wanted it, but she also saw how difficult it was for me. "Ok" she said finally, standing up on tip toes and kissing me deeply.
Then the doorbell rang, my wife held my gaze, my heart raced, reaching down she felt the cage at my crotch and winked at me. "I'm so wet right now, just let it happen babe." she said, then letting go of me, she went to answer the door. I watched her bottom wiggle as her heels clacked out of the kitchen, imagining how wet she was between those stocking thighs.
I hadn't slept well at all, thinking about what was going to happen today. My wife had been restless too, I think she was excited, not quite how I was feeling. She called me in from the bathroom, standing wet and naked, she handed me a towel and told me to pat her dry as she rubbed her hair.
I noticed she had freshly shaven her pussy, I hadn't seen her bare like that for many years. It was an indication of her excitement, suddenly she had a man to look forward to again.
When she was dry my wife took hold of my cage and kissed me, then gently tugged on it as she led me back into the bedroom. "You choose" she said, smiling as she held up underwear we had purchased earlier that week. I picked the black set with the pink embroidery and mesh panels, aware she wasn't wearing it for me.
After helping her into her bra and fitting her stockings and suspenders, I picked up the panties. "Oh no, never mind those" my wife said absent mindedly, as she checked I had fastened the clips to her stocking tops properly. Suddenly she paused and looked up guiltily, pursing her lips, she said "Sorry...he asked me not to wear any." I nodded, with a forced smile I placed them back in the drawer.
"Which do you think?" my wife asked, holding up a dress in each hand and waiting for my response eagerly. As she stood there I kept looking down at her smooth shaven pussy, framed between her suspenders, knowing why it was like that. "Hey, pay attention!" she raised her voice aware of my gaze. I lifted my finger and gestured toward the the red shift dress, I know she likes red, plus it showed off her figure so well.
As she wiggled into her dress I watched her sexy hips, the hem of her dress barely covering that smooth shaven honey pot. A tiny whimper of frustration escaped as I realized there was a time my penis would have been standing proud at such a display of femininity. Instead it was limp and lifeless, wrapped in a steel cage, useless.
"Zip me up babe" she whispered, her back to me as she flattened out any wrinkles in the dress. I swallowed hard, I realized I was being selfish, she needed this. As I slid the zip up on her dress I suggested she wear her black high heels with the pointed toes and diamond detail. Unfortunately she didn't have a red pair that was suitable for the occasion, so black would have to suffice.
She looked at the clock as she put her earrings on. "He'll be here soon" she said, "You better go put the kettle on, while I do my makeup." looking back at me, standing in the doorway as she blew me a kiss.
I stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, my heart was pounding with fear. Was this really going to happen? was I going to watch my wife fucked by another man? What if he is bigger than I was...oh god,what if he is better than I was?
I heard my wife's heels clacking on the kitchen floor as she walked in, she looked so hot in that dress, knowing what was under it made me really horny. Then I remembered It wasn't for me and my heart sank again.
"I can't watch" I blurted out as I held her in my arms, she looked so disappointed with me. "I need you to be a part of this" she said as she held me tight. "I'll be in the spare bedroom, it's only next door." I replied. My wife frowned at me, that wasn't how she wanted it, but she also saw how difficult it was for me. "Ok" she said finally, standing up on tip toes and kissing me deeply.
Then the doorbell rang, my wife held my gaze, my heart raced, reaching down she felt the cage at my crotch and winked at me. "I'm so wet right now, just let it happen babe." she said, then letting go of me, she went to answer the door. I watched her bottom wiggle as her heels clacked out of the kitchen, imagining how wet she was between those stocking thighs.
11 years ago