In June, my wife cuckolded me with a woman. She and her lesbian lover had sex just the once, and it was largely one-sided, with my wife providing the carnal pleasure beyond kissing. Locked in my cage, there was little I could do but watch their lovemaking. Since then, we have all been busy with life-changing events. Most recently, my wife and I have been consolidating two households and preparing to move out of the state. While my wife and her “once-time” lover have met several times in the interim, their encounters have not been physical. This week, we arranged for one last get-together before moving. As the date approached, my wife occasionally teased me. For example, unlocked for several weeks, she threatened to show her girlfriend how she keeps me caged. No one but my wife has seen me wearing a chastity device, so I did not take her seriously about humiliating me in front of her friend, but I nonetheless avoided situations that would prompt her to cage me as it is always difficult for me to make the transition for being uncaged to cage and vice versa.
In celebration of our last social event before moving, I chilled sparkling wine and I prepared a luxurious meal of lobster fettuccini, rocket salad, and chocolate cake. When the guest arrived about 6:30, she and my wife went to the patio and I served them drinks while finishing preparations for the meal, which was served about 7. The conversation at dinner was not sexual, but rather revolved around topics of the day. When the meal was finished, the two women retired to the living room with their glasses of wine, and I cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen. My task was interrupted periodically with requests that I refill the glasses. When I finished my work, I entered the living room and found the two women on the couch. My wife quipped “there isn’t any room for you here”, as she rubbed her friend’s leg. I took a seat across the room from them. Like a voyeur, I listened to the conversation, which by this time had become much more sensual. We seemed to take up where we had left the relationship eight months earlier, and we fell neatly into our rolls of lesbian lovers and a cuckold. About 10:00, they exchanged a kiss, and my wife suggested they take the party to the bedroom. I was not invited to participate, but I assumed I would be allowed to watch. Within moments, my wife and her lover were in our bed, had stripped naked, and were kissing one another. In contrast to the darkened room the first time they made love, the lights were on and nothing was left to the imagination. My wife said something to the effect that “this was their last chance to do all of the things” and she began performing cunnilingus on her partner. After a few minutes, her lover reciprocated and what followed was a series of experiments performed by two women who were inexperienced at lesbian sex.
I wrote last year in my diary of “lesbian cuckold positions”, and many of those positions were acted out by my wife and her lover, including “scissor“, “missionary munching”, “rodeo” , “face-to-face” , and “in-reverse”. While fully dressed, I stood over my wife and her lover and watched them try out different positions. At one point her lover asked to be fucked, and for the first time, my wife fucked a woman with a strap-on. As before, my wife seemed to play a more dominant role in the relationship, as evidenced by the fact she was the “fucker” and her lover assumed the “doggy” position . At some point my wife instructed me to take my clothes off, and I complied, although I left on my underwear. Later, while she laid on her back, I overheard my wife tell her lover to “sit on my face.” In the “face-on” position, her lover straddling my wife’s face. After a moment, my wife pointed at her pussy, and my instructions were clear as I began licking her. After what appeared to be an orgasm, my wife’s lover scooted back on all fours over my wife, pushing my face from my wife’s pussy. I overheard her partner once more say “I want to be fucked,” to which my wife replied “with the strap-on again?” Her lover mumbled something and my wife asked “do you want him to fuck you?” I could not hear her response, but my wife asked me to get a condom. I assumed the condom was to be put on a sex tox, but when I approached the bed, my wife tugged at my underwear, exposing my semi-limp penis. Strangely, it was only just then that I remembered I was uncaged. As I removed my underwear, and stroked my penis until it was harder, my wife’s lover assumed a doggie position and she started to perform cunnilingus on my wife. I stood behind her and looked at my wife before penetrating. My wife nodded in approval as I started fucking her lover from behind. My wife stared into my eyes and smiled as her lover’s face was pushed back and forth across her pussy in synchronicity with my thrusting.
A common wet dream of many men is to simultaniously be with two women, but I was confused. While my wife had made it clear that she wanted to fuck women, she did not want me to participate in any way whatsoever, and had previously made it explicedly clear that she did not want me touching other women, much less having intercourse with them. I realized at that moment that I was a tool. She didn’t ask me to fuck her lover because she wanted me to have pleasure, but rather she offered my services because that is what her lover wanted. My cock became limp as I realized it was simply a dildo, and I was no longer able to perform the service. Instead, I put on my wife’s strap-on and fucked the woman with it, pausing at one point to switch up to a larger dildo. When she seemed to have had enough, I took the strap-on off, and stepped away as she continued to lick my wife’s pussy. At that moment, her ass still sticking in the air, I leaned over and began performing analingus on the woman I just had intercourse with. Ass licking was a submissive act that I was more comfortable performing. She pushed back and moaned, indicating she approved. I continued to participate in this way until everyone was exhausted, more than three hours after first retiring to the bedroom.
During our “threesome,” I did not experience an orgasm. In fact, some days later and upon reflection, except for for the couple of minutes I had an erection, I am not sure I experienced sexual pleasure. To be clear, I was highly stimulated as I watched my wife engage in hardcore sex with another person, but I would not describe my feelings as sexual excitement. Last year I wrote of the “shriveling of my mental manhood” and my fear that going forward that I would not be able to satisfy women with my cock. That fear appears to have been realized, and certainly the complicated feelings I experienced included humiliation. The focus of the sexual energy during our two-and-a-halfsome” was clearly between the two women and my role felt largely ancillary.