Suzy grew up in a very strict religious family who believes in celibacy before marriage. When she was barely in puberty, her mother had “the talk” with her. The mother’s definition of “sex” was unusually broad, and she was very explicit when sharing that definition with her daughter. She told Suzy that the Bible tells us fornication is a sin, so sexual intercourse before marriage is off limits. For her mother, intercourse included anything that involved the penis and one of her holes, so other sexual acts, such as oral or anal sex, would also fall under her definition of fornication. But her boundaries were even stricter than that. She told Susan that anything that even “hints” of sexual immorality is inappropriate for a Christian. Anything that could be considered foreplay should be avoided until marriage. This included fondling, nudity, and erotic conversations and behaviors.
When Suzy and I first started dating, she shared her belief in abstinence before marriage. She explained we could kiss, but we couldn’t each other’s “private parts.” I agreed to respect the boundaries she had set concerning sex, but by the one-year anniversary of our engagement I had become extraordinarily sexually frustrated. Suzy’s idea of making out, although she hated that phrase and preferred to use the term cuddling, was to hold hands and kiss with the lights on. It wasn’t unusual for me to develop an erection while Suzy and I cuddled. I suppose it is a little sad that I would get a boner from a kiss, but this was the limit of my sexual satisfaction, or should I say dissatisfaction.
Once while cuddling with Suzy, I pointed out the outline of my hard-on in my pants. Suzy became angry because she thought I was trying to pressure to go further, and of course that was exactly what I was trying to do. I am pretty much sure I would have instantly explode if she touched my cock. Suzy accused me of foreplay, which was strictly off limits. She suggested we should take a break from cuddling. Her response didn’t seem to be so much a punishment but concern that the two of could not control ourselves.
The ”boner” incident set back our relationship. A wall had been erected that made it difficult to do anything physical with Suzy, even hold hands. Wanting to get past the issue, I suggested that we look for ways of resolving the problem. We made a date to specifically discuss the matter. During the date we danced around the topic because “erotic conversation” was foreplay. Consequently, we spoke in very analytic term. Suzy was the first to bring up the elephant in the room, “Jim, the problem is your penis.” I said, “I suppose you’re right, Suzy, but it’s not like I can just put it away.” I could count on one hand the times Suzy had said something to me that I considered out of character, but this next one was a dozy, “Jim, I have read about a device that will keep your penis locked up. It’s a chastity device for men.” I knew what she was talking about, a cock cage. I was truly left speechless. She followed up, “If you were to wear one, it would demonstrate your respect for my faith.” Still starved for words, I simply said I would think about it.
The next few days all I could think about was our conversation. Suzy’s suggestion that I wear a chastity device seemed to come out of left field. On one hand, I wasn’t getting any action anyway, so locking up my penis wasn’t exactly going to damage my sex life. But, why did I have to be the one to sacrifice. Suzy could wear a chastity belt. I suppose she’d say that a chastity belt would only protect her vagina. Upon deeper reflection, I thought it was kinky to consider introducing chastity devices into our relationship. Perhaps there could be and upside. I couldn’t believe that I was seriously considering Suzy’s proposal.
Suzy and I met for breakfast the next morning to further discuss the matter. I told her that I might be okay with wearing a device “for her”, but I didn’t know how to move forward. Suzy suggested we arrived at this place in our relatioonship because of my arousal, so it probably wasn’t a good idea for me to “start snooping around a sex website.” She would take care of finding the chastity device. A week later during our weekly Friday date we were finishing a meal at her apartment and essentially out of the blue, Suzy handed me a small package. I knew exactly what was in the package, which was wrapped in paper and has a ribbon. I feigned surprise, “For me?” Suzy smiled and encouraged me to open the present. Inside the box was a black velvet bag and inside it was a shiny steel male chastity device. Suzy didn’t waste time by asking me to go to the bathroom and put it on. I sat there for a minute with I am sure was a stupid look on my face before finally excusing myself.
In the bathroom I studied the device. I wasn’t even certain how it works. There was one key. I inserted the key in the lock, withdrew a cylinder, and the cage came apart into two pieced. Standing in front of the mirror, I fumbled to put the cage on. I assumed the ring went on first, but how? Eventually, I learned I could put my scrotum through the ring first, then I could push my penis through. I struggled a bit to put my penis in the cage because it was a tight fit, but I eventually got the two halves of the cage to mate, inserted the lock cylinder, and locked the device by removing the key. I stood in front of the mirror for several minutes before pulling up my underwear and pants.
Suzy had cleared the table and was finishing up in the kitchen when I returned. She smiled, gave me a peck on the cheek, and asked me if I had “it” on. I said I did, and she thanked me for wearing it “for her.” “It” was now our euphemism for the cock cage. What Suzy said then surprised me even more than when she originally brought up the subject of chastity device, “Show it to me.” Shocked, I said it would be inappropriate for her to see my genitalia, but Suzy had a retort, “The virginity of women is sometimes checked before marriage, so I think it would be okay to inspect you.” She seemed to be reversing the traditional roles of men and women in her Christian faith. I repeated my position that I wasn’t comfortable exposing myself, but she said, “It would be reassuring to me to see evidence that you are secured in it.” It seemed we were not going to get past this unless I complied with her request.
We went to the living room and Susy took a seat in the middle of the couch. I stood in the middle of the room and lowered my pants and underwear to my ankles. Standing up straight, Suzy was allowed to see my genitals for the first time. Suzy stared at my groin. I was going to quickly flash myself and started to bend down to put my clothes make on when Suzy asked me to pause. “Where is the key?” Realizing it made no sense for me to hang on to it, I reached into my breast pocket and withdrew the key. Suzy stood up from the couch, walked up to me, and took the key from my hand. My pants and underwear were still around my ankles. “You can get dressed now, Jim.”
Once I was caged, Suzy and I started “cuddling” again. There was no mention of “it” during the week, but after finishing our Friday night meal, Susy surprised me by declaring, “It is time for your chastity inspection.” She was asking me to do the same thing I had done the previous week, expose myself to her. I agreed to do what she asked. This was a ritual that would be repeated every Friday until our marriage.
It took several months to plan our marriage. Suzy and her mother agonized over the details, including the “snow white dress” that Suzy had earned for remaining celibate. I was left to make the arrangements for a honeymoon. Our marriage was to take place in Pittsburgh in November, so I naturally looked for someplace warm. I picked a vacation package in the Virgin Islands and Suzy approved. I joked the “Virgin” (emphasis on virgin) Islands was a perfect place to consummate our marriage. Suzy wasn’t amused.
A month before the ceremony I had an appointment to have my tuxedo altered. Still wearing the cock cage, I was anxious about having the trousers altered, and those fears were well-founded. Standing in front of the tailor wearing the unaltered trousers, while staring at my crotch, the tailor asked, “Do you dress on the left or the right?” Anticipating the question, I said matter-of-factly, “In the middle.” Looking a little, he took a few measurements with his tape measure and said he had everything he needed. I don’t know if he figured out that I was wearing “it”, but I suppose in his business he’d seen a lot of male crotches.
As the date approached, I began to become excited about finally get the cage off. That was perhaps even more on my mind than the prospect of finally getting to fuck Suzy. Even Suzy mentioned the subject on several occasions, saying once, “I bet you’re looking forward to getting it off. So am I.” We started flirting with each other but were careful not to cross the line and engage in “erotic conversation.” Nonetheless, I fantasized about blowjobs, anal sex, and other sexual acts. I woke up the morning of the ceremony hyperexcited, but I knew I would need to be patient since Suzy and I would not have a chance to consummate our marriage until we arrived at the hotel in the Virgin Islands.
Suzy had a posse of girlfriend that were helping her get ready for the wedding. I chose to be by myself rather than hang out with the first man, just because I was deadly fearful of anyone learning about the chastity device. It only took me about thirty minutes to get ready. Suzy had been in her dressing room for almost three hours by 9:45 AM, fifteen minutes of the ceremony. The rest of the ceremony went by quickly. I watched guests file into the chapel from the vestibule and took my place at the alter a few minutes before 10:00. I moment later, the music began and Suzy appeared with her bridesmaids in the back of the chapel. Her father held her hand as they slowly made their way to the frond, and her father gave her away to me. The rest of the ceremony went by very quickly and everyone celebrated as we kissed and walked hand-in hand to the back of the chapel.
There was a brief reception in the atrium where guests congratulated us. After about thirty minutes, Susy took me aside and said it was time for her to change. Embracing me closely, she gave me a long, passionate kiss. Her voluminous wedding dress enveloped my waist when I felt Suzy hold my caged genitals. She whispered, “We’re married now, Sweety.” I tried control myself as I began to swell in the chastity device. We agreed to both get ready quickly so we could catch an Uber to the airport and arrive on time.
I loaded our bags in the trunk while Suzy got in the back seat. We held hands on the way to the airport. At one point she let her hand slip to my crotch and rubbed the cage. I tried to feel her, but she pushed my hand away and said I’d have to wait “to get frisky.” Arriving at the airport, I used curb-side check-in to check our bags through to St Croix. We each had a carry-on. We had printed out our boarding passes in advance, so we could head straight to security. On the way I mentioned to Suzy, “I’ll need to take it off before I can go through the metal detectors. May I have the key.” Suzy looked at me a smiled, “Oh, dear, I think the key is in the bag I checked in.” I began to panic and told Suzy we’d need to postpone our trip. She calmly said, still smiling, “It’ll be fine, Sweety. Come with me.” She took my hand and led me to the security checkpoint.
A female TSA officer asked for our boarding passes and identification. We handed over our passports and passes. Stamping the latter, the officer directed us to the screening station. We put our bags on the conveyer to the metal detector and Suzy walked through the imaging device without incident. When it was my turn, a red light came on as I walked through the scanner. I male TSA agent took me aside and used a wand to pinpoint the offending metal. It beeped loudly at my crotch. I knew this was not going to end without me coming clean. I spoke with a hushed voice, “It is a metal chastity device. Please do not embarrass me more than I already am. The agent smiled, “No worried, Mate.” He handed me my credentials and I joined Suzy on the other side of security. Suzy asked me how it went, and I told her what had happened. She suggested we not let it spoil the day and we went to the gate.
The fright from Pittsburgh to our connecting flight in Miami and the subsequent flight to St Croix were uneventful. Already within the secure area of the airports, I did not have to go through any more detectors. We collected our checked bags from a carousel, passed through customs, and grabbed a taxi to the hotel, which was perhaps twenty minutes away. I was going to ask Suzy for the key at the airport, but figured I could wait until we were in the privacy of our room. We checked in, a porter helped us with our bags, and we finally settled into the room alone. I wasted no time asking Suzy for the key. Without even looking for the key in her luggage, she said, “I am sorry, Sweety. I left the key at home.” I was shocked and I started to become agitated. “How could you forget the key?”, I asked. Suzy’s reply was baffling, “I didn’t forget the key.” Not knowing was to say, I simply sat down in a chair.
Suzy joined me to explain. I was going to take some time for her to get used to having sex, and she wanted to take it slowly at first. I asked her, “What kind of sex can we have if I’m locked up?” She replied that there were a million things we could do that would be new and exciting. She had been reading and she wanted to show me what she had learned. She asked if we could “consummate” our marriage, pointing to the bed? Still shocked, I nodded yes. She said she needed to get ready and that she’d meet me there.
While Suzy was getting ready in the bathroom, I made myself a drink from the minibar and started taking my clothes off. I was in the bed naked, except for the cage, was covered with a sheet, and just finishing my drink when Suzy came out of the bathroom. She was beautiful. She had fixed her hair, redone her makeup, and was wearing lacey white negligee that barely covered a pair of white thong panties. I momentarily forgot my plight and commend how gorgeous she looked. She thanked me, walked to the foot of the bed and tugged at the sheet until I was exposed. Upon seeking me naked, still in chastity, she said I was handsome and that she loved my body, She crawled provocatively onto the bed from the foot while spreading my knees apart. Lowering her head, she began gently kissing the cock cage. God, I wanted to explode, but I was trapped in the metal.
Suzy seemed to take pleasure in my frustrating me as she held my balls and stuck her tongue between the bars to tease the tip of my penis. She directed her eyes to mine as she put the cage in her mouth and pretended to perform fellatio. After a minute she stood up on her knees, took my hands and wrists, and pulled me up to a seated position. Still holding my hands, she placed them on her breasts. It was the first time I had touched her tits. I kneaded them tenderly through her lingerie. She had returned to fondling my caged genitals when she started speaking to me softly. “This really turns me on.” I asked her what she meant. She said the cage turned her on. “Thank you for wearing this for me”, a refrain that seemed incongruent while we were in our marital bed. “Would you like to see my breast?” I nodded, yes. “You can take my negligee off, Sweety. You’re my husband.” She raised her arms and I lifted the lingerie over her head. She had beautiful, voluminous tits. I started licking and sucking her nipples. They became firm as Susy told me she was getting wet. She took my right hand and placed it on her panties. The panties were warm and damp.
While I was touching Suzy’s pussy through her panties, she asked, “You know what I would really like?” I asked what and she said, “I’d like you to lick my pussy,” It was the first time I had heard her use that word. “You can take my panties off if you like.” She stood up in the bed in front of me. I got on my knees in front of her. Her vagina shown through the panties, due in part to the wetness I had pressed into the cloth when I had touched her. Still wearing the panties, She held the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy. My nose was being pushed into the crack. She asked if I liked what I smelled. “Oh, yes. Very much so, I replied.” Continuing to hold my face against her body, she asked, “Do you like the pet name I been calling you? Sweety?” “Yes”, I replied. She followed up as I continued to smell her, “Do you have a name for me?” I was not in the habit of using nicknames. I did not have one, so I asked her if there was a nickname that she liked. She didn’t hesitate in responding, “I like the idea of you calling me your Princess. Or, better yet, your Queen.” I could to that I mumbled as she continued to press my face against her muff. Pulling my head away, she asked me to try out the name and I said, “You are my Queen, Darling.” She thought that didn’t sound quite right and she asked me to try a different word. I asked which one and she said, “Goddess.” She wanted me to worship her and I wasn’t opposed to the idea. “Yes, Goddess.”
Still standing in bed in front of me, Suzy said I should remove her panties. I was happy to comply, and I slowly lowered her panties to her ankles. She stepped out of the panties and picked them up. Holding them under my nose she asked it they smelled like her. I said they did. She offered them to me, “You can keep these as a reminder.” She wasn’t specific as to what they were a reminder of, but I assumed she was referring to our first sex. Suzy turned around and got on her knees, twisting around, she asked again if I would like to lick her. I was happy to do that. She laid her face on pillow that she had placed at the foot, of the bed, spread her legs, stuck her ass in the air, and presented her pussy to be licked. The slit was spread apart and thick mucus seeped from her vagina. I had performed cunnilingus on a girlfriend a year before I met Suzy, so I was not totally inexperienced, but I assumed Suzy had no experience whatsoever with someone licking her there.
As I began licking her, she did not hesitate to direct me to provide her with a better experience. “More lightly on the clitoris. Put your tongue in my vagina. “More side-to-side.” She was training me to lick her pussy the way she liked it. After several minutes she asked me to lick “higher.” I moved from the clitoris to what I thought was the urethral opening. “Higher.” I swished my tongue in her vaginal opening. “Higher.” I asked if she wanted me to lick her anus. “Yes, please.”, she replied. “Also, would you use that word we talked about?” She wanted me to use the pet name. “Yes, Goddess.” It was the first time I had licked an asshole. It was musky and tasted dirty. I found the act humiliating, but not altogether unpleasant. After licking her there for a bit, I returned to her vagina. She started moaning and grinding her pussy in my face. Bucking her hips up and down, my tongue and my nose slid through her crack. I had never actually witnessed a woman experience an orgasm, and so when Suzy started to have one I didn’t know quite what to expect. Her vaginal opening started to pucker open and closed, her legs started shaking, and she started violently smearing herself on my face as she at first moaned and then squealed as she climaxed.
Suzy fell off her knees onto her side and curled in a fetal position. She continued to moan for another few minutes while rocking in place with her eyes closed. Partly recovered, she opened her eyes and thanked me for the experience. I said she was welcomed but she corrected me, “Please use the word.” “I enjoyed licking your pussy, Goddess.” “That’s nice, Sweety.” While laying the wrong way in bed, I spooned her as we dozed for perhaps thirty minutes.
I was the first one to wake up. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash Suzy’s pussy off my face. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked towards the balcony, past Suzy who was still slumbering. Our room was on the fifth floor, and it had a great view of the beach. I was almost dusk and very warm, probably the mid 80s. There was a somewhat cool breeze blowing in from the water and it was. Flowing under the damp towel I was wearing. The cool air was being funneled to my groin and across the cage, reminding me I was still locked up. I hadn’t noticed Suzy come up behind me. She gave me a hug from behind. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, which I thought was quite daring of her given the balcony overlooked a public beach. She tugged at the towel I was wearing, exposing me, and then carried the towel back to the bed like it was a trophy.
Suzy was lying in bed. She was naked and she seemed to have no inhibitions as she leaned against the headboard and spread her legs for me. “Did you like licking my pussy.” I said yes, but she wanted me to say something else. “I really like that word you used before.” I took the hint, “Yes, Goddess.” “And what about my asshole, Sweety?” I was unaccustomed to Suzy speaking so nasty. “Yes, Goddess. I enjoyed licking you there too.” “Good. I really enjoyed my orgasm. It was the most intense I have ever had.” Feeling gypped, I asked her, “What about me. I’d like an orgasm.” Suzy smiled and said something that seemed completely out of character, “I know how to give you relief. It’s called milking.” The concept was entirely foreign to me and I asked her to explain, but she suggested she should show me instead.
Susy told me I should get in bed on my hands and knees, near the edge of the bed. I did what she asked as she rummaged through one of her pieces of luggage. She returned to bed with a cordless vibrating wand, some lubricant, and a rubber glove. I heard Suzy put the glove on, squeeze the tube of lubricant, and she started touching my anus. She pushed one finger inside me and started to move it around. My masculinity was being challenged. I had imagined I would be fucking Suzy tonight, but she was the one who was doing the penetrating. After a bit she fit in a second finger. She started curling the two fingers inside my rectum, and in doing so was rubbing against the side with the shaft of my penis. She whispered, “This is a prostate massage. I have been studying the technique.” I felt a strange urge to urinate but didn’t. She continued massaging my prostate as she turned on the vibrating want and held it against the cage. The feeling was euphoric. I looked underneath down my torso at the cage. My penis was flaccid, maybe even smaller than usual, but the sensation was nonetheless orgasmic. Suzy applied the stimulation for perhaps ten minutes when I experienced was perhaps the greatest orgasm of my life. My legs shook violently, threatening to fail me. The orgasm started deep in my pelvis and radiated outward. Liquid began dripping from the cage. Unlike a penile orgasm, it did not peak but came in waves that seemed to last forever. I eventually collapsed on the bed and Suzy turned the vibrator off.
I laid on the bed in much the same way that Suzy had when she had her orgasm. I felt completely spent, totally satisfied, and deeply humiliated. What I had experienced was not masculine. I had orgasmed like a woman, through penetration. Suzy had finger fucked me until I came. There was no erection, it was like I didn’t have a dick at all. Suzy laid down and held me the same way I had held her. After about twenty minutes, she suggested we get cleaned up and go out for dinner and some drinks.
Showering, I directed the stream towards my crotch, and I washed the goo out of my cage. I turned around and tried to wash the lubricant out of my ass. I dried off and walked into the other room. Suzy was getting dress. She was wearing a short, light skirt. “Do you think it would be okay if I didn’t wear a bra, Sweety?” Suzy’s attitude about sex and her inhibitions had changed overnight. I didn’t know how I felt about other men seeing my wife’s boobs, but I simply said, “You have wonderful breasts, Goddess.” Suzy put the blouse on. It was shear. I could clearly see her nipples. “I’m almost ready, Sweety. Can I wait for you down in the bar?” I was still naked and said, “Sure, Goddess.” She slipped on some sandals, grabbed a clutch, and said, “See, ya.”, as she closed the door behind her.
I put on a pair of white Bermuda shorts, a floral Hawaiian shirt, a pair of flip-flops and I went downstairs. When I got to the bar, Suzy was sitting at on a stool. There were men on either side of her chatting her up. Both were muscular island-types with dark tans. I stood in the doorway for a minute watching the three of them. They had bought her a drink and were flirting. One of them had his hand on her bare knee. From the doorway I said, “Hi!” I forewent the “Goddess” stuff.
Recognizing my voice. Suzy spun her stool around and faced the doorway. She smiled and spread her legs enough to show me she was not wearing underwear beneath her short skirt. She motioned for me to come over. When I did, she introduced me as her husband to Cid and Jason. Jason removed his arm from around Suzy’s back. I think Suzy was trying to make me jealous. She was in fact humiliating me. Smiling, Suzy excused us, and we went to dinner at the restaurant at the hotel. We ordered a couple of drinks while we looked at the menu. We helped each other selecting something, motioned for the waiter, and placed our orders. When we were alone, Suzy asked if I enjoyed our sex. I told her it was not what I expected, but I did enjoy it. She said, “Good, because we’re going to have a lot of sex this week.” She then turned to the subject of the bar, and she asked me if it was okay that she was flirting with the two guys. I told her I didn’t know how I felt about it. She said she felt sexy for the first time in her life and wanted to let go of her inhibitions during our vacation. I agreed that St Croix was a good place to do that. She asked me if I had noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. I told her I did notice. She said, “The two guys at the bar noticed too.” I asked how and she said they learned the same way I had.
After dinner and a few more drinks we went for a walk along the beach, then back to the room. After a quick shower, we got into bed nude and quickly fell asleep. We woke up about the same time in the morning. Bright sunlight was shining through the red curtains. Suzy rolled over and stared at my eyes, smiling, before asking me to lick her again. I did as she asked and she experienced another orgasm, but one that was perhaps not as intense as the first one. She asked me if I wanted anything, but I really wasn’t in the mood for the kind of sex that was available to me. The hotel had a free breakfast buffet and we both agreed we could use a cup of coffee. I watch Suzy put on underwear this time, a wrap-around skirt with a festive pattern and a white short-sleeved blouse.
At breakfast, Suzy once again brought up the subject of flirting. She said it made her feel pretty when the guys hit on her, and she liked making me feel jealous. I told her it was a bit humiliating watching her with the two men. She asked me why. “I knew they both had dicks and mine is in a cage.” Suzy kicked off one of her sandals and I felt her touch my cage with her toes. “Does this make you feel like less of a man, Sweety?” I told her of course it did. “How does that make you feel?” I told her the cage, the milking I had received, and her flirting were all humiliating. Suzy’s take was different. She felt empowered. She asked me more generally how I felt about being humiliated. I told her it was a new sensation for me, at least to the degree I had been humiliated the past twenty-four hours. Suzy then asked a pivotal question, “Would you like to be humiliated some more?” I gave the question serious consideration. I didn’t like the cage, but it did spice up our lives. Milking was humiliating, but I truly enjoyed the orgasm, or whatever it was I had. Watching Suzy with the guys made me jealous, but it was also very sexy to see my wife in public without underwear. I gave Suzy an ambiguous answer saying I wasn’t opposed to it.
Our day was fun. We went to an aquarium, did some shopping, and had a great lunch. We went back to the room for a few hours. I took a nap and I think Suzy surfed on her laptop. When I woke up, Suzy said it was time to get ready to go out. As I was getting ready, Susy asked if she could flirt while we were out. I didn’t see any harm in it and said it would be okay. She thanked me and said she found it exciting to tease men, and it would get her in the mood for some great sex when we got back to the room. Suzy rushed to get ready. She wore a slinky metallic gold dress. It was clear she was once again not wearing a bra. Although the dress was not sheer, it was a synthetic material that clinged to her skin, and her nipples showed such detail she might as well not be wearing anything at all. As she walked towards the door, she bent down dramatically with her backside to me to pick up her shoes. I could see her pussy. “Why don’t you give me an hour or so. I will be at the little bar we passed on our way to the place we had lunch. Still naked, I didn’t say anything, and instead stared at my cock cage in the mirror.
The hour passed slowly. It only took me perhaps five minutes to get ready, and I was bored waiting, so I decided to follow Suzy early. When I entered the room, Susy was sitting with a man at the bar. I pretended I didn’t know her and took a seat at a table that was perhaps ten feet away. I positioned myself so I had a clear view of Suzy. The two were facing one another. Her left arm was on the bar and the man’s right arm was also. They weren’t exactly holding hands, but their hands were touching. The man had a similar physique as the two from the night before. He had unkept wavey blond hair that was long, but not quite shoulder length. They were laughing and sort of brushing each other as they did. For example, his hand would brush her thigh, clearly on purpose, but with the appearance the touching was accidental. I couldn’t quite hear what they were talking about.
I finished the drink I had ordered in about twenty minutes. It was approaching an hour. When the server came back, I ordered a second drink and said I would drink it at the bar. Suzy had seen me earlier and she knew I was watching her, so when I walked by the two of them, she didn’t acknowledge me. I took a seat behind the dude. Only one seat separated us. The bartender served me my drink and I settled in to play voyeur. I heard Suzy call the man Liam. They were talking about sex, something about his favorite sexual positions. “Come on, Liam. What position is your go-to?” Liam said he enjoyed doggie, but it depended on the situation. Suzy put her hand on Liam’s hip. He responded by placing his hand around her inner thigh. He was ever so slightly twisting his barstool back and forth and while doing so was rocking Suzy’s leg outward, spreading her legs each time he rotated his stool. I could almost make out Suzy’s crotch from my perspective, but I believe Liam’s view wasn’t as good as mine was.
When Liam was ordering another drink, Suzy looked straight at me and winked. She smiled and winked again. She was trying to communicate with me. But what was she asking? Liam once again turned his attention towards Suzy and once they were engaged again in conversation, Suzy took her hand off his hip and put it on top of Liam’s hand, which was still gripping her inner thigh. She whispered something in his ear, then moved his hand under her skirt. She was demonstrating she was not wearing underwear. I felt impotent. Should I introduce myself? I was thinking about paying my tab and going back to the room. I got the attention of the bartender and asked for my tab. When he brought it, I left cash on the bar and headed for the door. Before I got there, Suzy tapped me on the shoulder. “Would you like to meet Liam, Sweety?” I didn’t know what to say. This was a game for which I did not know the rules. Suzy took my hand. And led me back to the bar.
I am sure Liam had not even seen me when I was sitting next to him. He was laser focused on Suzy’s breasts. Suzy introduced me to Liam as Jim, her husband. Liam didn’t seem to be particularly surprised by the revelation. Perhaps he thought we were looking for a threesome. Upon reflection, I began to wonder if Suzy wasn’t trying to do just that. Liam got off his stool and shook my hand. Suzy suggested we get a table for one more drink before dinner. Liam accepted the invitation and ironically, we sat down at the same table I had sat at originally.
We used ordering drinks as an excuse to disrupt the palpable tension. Throwing gasoline on the flames, Suzy turned to me and explained Liam and she had been talking about sex. I tried to continue the conversation by asking what topics had been covered. Liam jumped it, “We talked about oral sex and we just started talking about our favorite sexual positions.” Pretending I didn’t overhear their conversation, I asked Liam what his favorite position was, and he once again said, “Doggie.” I asked Suzy the same question and before Suzy answered, Liam chimed in again and asked “Don’t you know your wife’s favorite position?” I explained this was only our second day being married. Liam laughed and indelicately asked if we hadn’t had plenty of sex before we got married. Suzy said, “No, we were celibate.” Trying to walk back his faux pas, Liam said he respected couples who were what committed. Then with even less tack, Liam ask if we consummated our marriage last night. Suzy smiled and looked at me, perhaps expecting me to answer. When I didn’t say anything, she smiled again, looked at Liam, and said bluntly, “No, Liam. I am still a virgin.” I was mortified. Liam laughed. I believe he thought it was a joke.
Finishing our drinks, Suzy invited Liam to join us for dinner. He accepted and as a local recommended a restaurant that was nearby. I paid the bill and the three of us walked about a quarter mile to the restaurant. On the way, Suzy took my arm and put it around her waist. Just before we reached the restaurant, she also reached for Liam’s arm and also placed it around her waist. She was sandwiched between the two of us and sending us both a message. Once we were seated, we order more drinks. Liam offered his advice regarding the menu and we all ordered seafood. It didn’t take long before the subject of conversation was once again sex. I think Liam thought he was being diplomatic when he asked me about my sexual preferences, “So Jim, what is your favorite position?” Never having had intercourse, I simply chimed in with “Doggie.” I suppose I was not being dishonest because that was position I was in when Suzy had milked me the night before.
Liam excused himself to use the restroom, leaving Suzy and me alone for a few minutes. We used the time to orient ourselves with what was happening. More accurately, I wanted to know what Suzy was thinking. “Sweety, what do you think about inviting Liam back to the room for an afterparty?” I almost threw up. “Are you serious? Why?” She said Liam is fun and we were in the Virgin Islands to have fun. “Why?”, I asked again. She bluntly responded, “I was thinking a threesome would be fun, Sweety. We could never do that back home where everyone knows us, but we have anonymity here.” I reminded her that I couldn’t have sex and she reminded me that wasn’t exactly true. Suzy brought up the topic of humiliation again, “I suppose the experience could be uncomfortable for you. But, on the other hand, didn’t you say you are intrigued by the subject of humiliation?” We didn’t have time to finish our conversation before Liam returned.
The dinner conversation was more of the same. Liam asked leading questions about threesomes and Suzy followed up by asking about everyone’s kinks. Liam was the first to share his kinks, which included group sex. Suzy was next. I took mental notes as she shared her kinks. She said she had been reading a lot about male domination. This was news to me, but the pieces of the puzzle started to come together. She also spoke a word that was left ringing in my ears, cuckold. Is that what she wanted me to be? Liam turned to me and asked bluntly, “Are you a cuckold, Jim?” I didn’t answer him, but he pressed the issue. “Suzy, are you married to a cuckold?” At first, Suzy just smiled, and then when pressed by Liam she said, “I think Jim may be submissive, but I’m not sure he’s a cuckold.” Liam followed up for more details about what she meant by submissive. “Maybe you should ask Jim, Liam.” Liam just looked at me not knowing what to say, I suppose. Suzy added, “Maybe we should talk about chastity.” Liam knew Suzy wasn’t wearing a chastity device. His hand had been up her skirt. He asked me, “Jim, do you wear cock cages?” Suzy smiled and nodded. I knew where this was going. One way or another Liam was going to learn the truth. I simply said, “Yes.” Liam smiled and asked if I had one on now. I said, “Yes.” Liam continued to smile and said, “Well, Jim, respect! It takes some balls to admit that.”
There were no more secrets. We finished our meal and I paid the bill. The three of us left the restaurant together, towards our hotel, with Suzy holding one of Liam’s hands and and one of mine. I felt powerless to affect a different outcome. We were heading for our room. When we reached the lobby, Suzy invited Liam up to our room for a drink. Once in the room she invited him to make himself comfortable. Using the residual heat of the day as an excuse, Suzy suggested it was too warm for clothes. She walked over to Liam and began unbuttoning Liam’s shirt while asking him what he wanted to drink. She then performed the same ritual with me. Returning with the drinks, she handed me mine first, she then stood in front of Liam. He took the drink from her hand but she lingered in front of him before asking if she could help him finish undressing, Liam smiled.
Before undressing Liam, Suzy took her dress off. It was the only article of clothing she had been wearing, so she now stood naked in front of Liam as she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled his pants to the floor. Liam sipped his drink and watched Suzy undress him. She pulled his boxer shorts down next, exposing an enormous penis. Liam stepped out of his pants and shorts and now stood naked with Suzy. Turning to me, Suzy said, “You’re overdressed, Sweety.” I really didn’t want to be exposed but I couldn’t resist Suzy when she came over and undressed me the same way she had undressed Liam. Suzy acknowledged that Liam was staring at my cage. She held the cage in her hand and said, “Have you ever seen a cock cage before, Liam?” Liam laughed and said no.
The three of us were completely nude, Suzy with her big tits and damp pussy, Liam with an enormous cock that was becoming increasingly stiff, and me with my humiliation. Suzy let go of the cage, kissed my cheek, and walked over to Liam. Taking Liam’s cock in her hand, she began stroking it while kissing him. I heard her whisper, “I want you to fuck both of us. Will you do that?” Liam just continued smiling. Suzy got on her knees in front of Liam and put his cock in her mouth. After working it in and out of her mouth for a few minutes, she started stroking the cock again and looked up, “Am I going this right? I don’t have any experiences giving blowjobs.” Liam’s response was to become visibly stiffer and run his fingers through her hair. I stood impotently on the other side of the room.
After a few more minutes of stroking and suck Liam’s cock, she led him to the bed by his cock. Along the way she grabbed by hand and brought led me to the bed as well. The three of us in the bed, Suzy turned to me and asked me to lick her pussy. On her knees, she leaned down and starting sucking Liam’s cock and stuck her ass in the air. I licked Suzy the way I had the night before while she serviced Liam. After about ten minutes, Suzy suggested I sit up against the headboard. She whispered to Lian, “Please be gentle.”, and then she assumed the doggie position with her head in my lap. Liam crawled across the bed behind her and briefly licked her pussy before he started to position his cock to enter. Liam heeded her request and moved carefully. Putting a finger in her first, he could tell she had a very tight pussy.
I took Liam at least ten minutes to get just the head of his cock in Suzy and at least fifteen minutes more before most of his cock was in her. Slowly moving it in and out of her, I heard and felt Suzy moaning in my lap. Liam picked up the pace and I heard his ball sack slapping against her pussy as he fucked her. Suzy got up on all fours and looked me in the face as she was fucked. She was squealing each time Liam thrusted forward. From my experience the night before, I knew she was close to a climax, and Liam was too. Suzy was the first to experience an orgasm. It was even more explosive than the night before. Liam was almost ready too. Before he finished himself off, he asked her where she wanted the cum. She said, “In Jim’s mouth.” No sooner did she finish the sentence, Liam pulled out of her, and she rolled out of the way. Liam jerked his cock for just a few seconds before semen came spaying out. Most of it landed in my mouth but some on my face. His cock was bloody, but when he finished ejaculating, he moved it towards my mouth. I sat against the headboard paralyzed as he fucked my mouth for a minute or so. Covered in sweat, he flopped down across on the bed on his back.
When he was recovered, Liam gave Suzy a kiss and went into the bathroom to shower. When he came out, Suzy was still in bed. I squeezed by Liam and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I heard Liam say goodbye to Suzy and leave. When I returned, Suzy had turned the lights off and was sound asleep. In the morning we did not directly talk about the events of the night before, but Suzy made a veiled comment about I was the only one not getting orgasms around here, and she milked me later that morning. That evening we went out again. Suzy picked up a different man. She had a different man every night, one for each the five nights we had been there, except for the first night. The last night before we were to return home, Suzy suggested we do something different. She asked that I stay home, and she would be back later. When she returned about 9:00, she had three black men in tow. She introduced me, but I didn’t catch any of their names. I’m not sure she knew their names. It didn’t take long for the party to start. She wanted the three men to fuck her at the same time. Suzy had never experienced anal before, much less double penetration. She lined the three men up against the wall and helped them get hard. Once they were erect, she arranged them from largest to smallest. Pointing at the biggest cock she said, “Pussy!” The middle cock she said, “Mouth!” Pointing at the smallest one she said, “Ass!” She had the first guy lie on the bed on his back with his head at the foot of the bed. The second guy was stationed standing at the foot of the bed. The third guy was by the headboard. Straddling the Pussy Guy, she got on her hands and knees and ordered the Ass Guy to fuck her. He really did have a small penis and it didn’t take much effort with the help of some lube for him to get his cock in her ass. Immediately after that, the guy below her stuck his cock in her pussy. She looked up and her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head as the third guy directed his cock to her mouth. The Ass Guy came first, filling her rectum with semen. The Mouth Guy took advantage of the situation to switch placed and start fucking Suzy’s ass, which was now loose enough to accommodate his larger cock. The Ass Guy walked around to the foot of the bed and put his dirty cock in Suzy’s mouth. The same time the Pussy Guy was filling her cunt, I heard Suzy scream as her orgasm began. The Mouth Guy, who was now fucking her ass must have become excited by all the action, because he orgasmed while Suzy was still writhing. The guy in the back pulled out first and walked around to have his cock cleaned like the first guy, the guy at the bottom pushed Suzy’s mouth towards his cock and she cleaned him up as well. The three didn’t get cleaned up. They just put their clothes on and smiled at me as they left. I sat in the chair fully clothes the whole time just watching.
Suzy was in bed on her knees, in the same position the last guy had left her. There was semen everywhere. Cum was leaking out of her ass and pussy. There was also cum on her lips. I was going to help her to the shower, but she looked al me and said, “Clean me.” I thought she meant she wanted me to get a washcloth and wipe her off, but as I started to go to the bathroom, she called after me, “Come back. Lick me.” She wanted me to lick the dirt off her. I refused, but she grabbed by cage and pulled me onto the bed. She sat up and kissed me. “Start with my face.” I returned her kisses, then she pushed me back down on the bed. Straddling my face, she first forced her pussy on me and then her asshole. I licked both until she was cleaned. She fell asleep immediately. I took a shower and put a clean towel in the bed before getting into it.
Our flight was at 10:00 AM. I set an alarm for 6:30. We still had to pack for the trip home. I got up immediately when the alarm went off, but I couldn’t budge Suzy. She was dead to the world and looked a mess. She had fingernail scratch on her hip, back, and butt. I helped her into the shower and helped her get cleaned up. While she dried herself off, I frantically packed our suitcases. I had laid some clothes out for Suzy to wear and she dressed herself. As we left, I notice the room smelled of sex. The trip home was uneventful except for the expected hiccup at security regarding my cage. We still had two apartments in Pittsburgh but had agreed we would consolidate everything eventually into my apartment, so that is where I took us from the airport. It was late when we got there, and even though Suzy had slept in the planes and in the car ride from the airport, she said she was exhausted and wanted to go to bed. I asked her about the key to the cock cage, but she fell asleep before answering the question. In the morning we were both rested. I asked her again about the key and she said, “Oh, Sweety. I threw that away the first day you put it on.”