{"id":53514,"date":"2024-02-04T13:50:31","date_gmt":"2024-02-04T19:50:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/idtryittwice.com\/?page_id=53514"},"modified":"2025-01-21T15:18:00","modified_gmt":"2025-01-21T21:18:00","slug":"eleventh-year-is-steel","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/idtryittwice.com\/index.php\/eleventh-year-is-steel\/","title":{"rendered":"Eleventh Year is Steel"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The seven-year itch refers to the notion that divorce rates reach their height around the seven-year mark of commitment. The seventh year was about the time my wife Linda started bugging me to spice up our sex life. A few years later she would routinely flirt with other men in front of me, although the seduction didn\u2019t move beyond words and maybe a man\u2019s hand on her ass. For your eleventh year of marriage, the traditional gift is steel, in the form of stainless-steel jewelry, cookware, or even a big-ticket item like a dishwasher. The material’s toughness is an apt metaphor for the strength of your love at this point. The modern gifting approach is fashion jewelry or an accessory like a pair of sunglasses. For our eleventh anniversary, my wife gave me a stainless-steel cock cage and told me that she wanted to have sex with other men. The present represented the ultimate conclusion of a years-long effort on Linda\u2019s part to small-dick humiliate me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Evidence for Linda\u2019s discontent with my penis popped up from time-to-time, even early in our relationship. For example, she had always enjoyed pornography, and even while we were dating she often asked me to join her in watching smut films. Although I enjoy looking at porn too, I did not generally relish watching it with Linda. She really liked \u201cbig cock\u201d porn. When watching it with her, she would invariably compare my cock with those in the films. My erection is a little over five inches, which I have read is average, but the men in the films appeared to have foot-long shlongs. Linda would make me feel inadequate, especially when she would say something like \u201cI wish that guy\u2019s cock was pounding my pussy right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Flashing forward, the morning of our eleventh wedding anniversary was unremarkable. We woke up, acknowledged the special day, and had unremarkable morning sex. I orgasmed, but Linda did not, and I made little effort to tend to her satisfaction. Had I known this would be the last time I fucked her, I might have put in more effort. Later that day, we planned to go to dinner at a small Italian restaurant in the neighborhood. Since I knew I had an important meeting late in the workday that would not leave me enough time to return home before our date, we agreed to meet at the restaurant for our 6:00 reservation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t think of anything to get Linda for our anniversary. In the end, I bought a card and wrote in it \u201cCertificate for Granting Three Wishes\u201d. I arrived at the restaurant first, and placed the card on the table, leaning up against the flower arrangement in the middle of the table. I ordered a gin and tonic. Linda arrived just before my drink. I stood, greeted her with a kiss, and held her chair for her. She wanted a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, but she preferred wine from New Zealand, and the only Sauvignon Blanc on the wine card was from the Russian Valley, so she ordered a Chardonnay from the Napa Valley. When our drinks arrived, after we toasted our marriage, I handed Linda the card. She opened it, smiled, and said, \u201cI know exactly what my wishes are going to be.\u201d She then produced a small package from her purse It was wrapped in metallic silver paper and had a white silk ribbon and bow.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Having received a real present from Linda, I began to feel I had inadequately prepared for our anniversary. I preemptively thanked Linda and carefully unwrapped the gift. I started to remove the object to examine it when I realized what it was. \u201cYou bought me a cock cage?\u201d I hid the package so the people at adjacent tables wouldn\u2019t see what it was. \u201cWhy?\u201d, I asked. Linda simply said she thought it would be fun to \u201cexperiment.\u201d I told her that I didn\u2019t feel comfortable wearing it. \u201cHow will you know if you don\u2019t try it. It\u2019ll be fun.\u201d I still offered resistance. In my mind I told myself, \u201cThere is zero chance she\u2019s getting this thing on me.\u201d In a last-ditch effort, Linda turned my lack of preparation against me, opened the card, and pointed at what I had written, \u201cFor my first wish I\u2019d like you to go to the restroom, put it on, and bring me the key.\u201d Her expression was not good-humored. This wasn\u2019t a joke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I reluctantly agreed to wear the cage \u201cfor our date.\u201d I felt stupid on my way to the restroom. I found an empty stall and fumbled around for almost ten minutes getting it on. The device was very small, and I struggled while packing my penis into the thimble-sized cage before pressing the halves of the cage together and locking the device. Even though only Linda knew what I was wearing, I felt humiliated walking back to the table. It was a walk of shame because I had let Linda bully me into wearing the device. I took my seat and handed Linda the key. The cage would not come off for almost three years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without skipping a beat, Linda suggested we order. Linda ordered a three-course meal. I had lost my appetite and ordered a salad. Conversation for the rest of the meal was muted and covered a range of topics, but at one point with a full-throated voice, Linda asked me what it felt like to wear a cock cage. I woman from an adjacent table looked up briefly to gaze at Linda. I couldn\u2019t tell what the woman was thinking, but she flashed Linda a smile before she returned her attention once more to her own date. When I didn\u2019t answer Linda\u2019s question, she followed up, \u201cI believe this cage is going to save our marriage.\u201d I asked how it could possibly do that, \u201cWearing this effectively ends our sex life.\u201d Linda smiled and said, \u201cIt doesn\u2019t end our sex life, only change it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not much more was said on the subject during our meal until I was preparing to pay the bill. Linda began with a matter of fact and brutally frank statement, \u201cI would like us to have an open marriage. I\u2019d like to fuck other men.\u201d I told her I wasn\u2019t comfortable with the idea of her having sex with other men, but she suggested it was better that we be up-front with each other than sneak around. She was basically telling me that she was ready to have an affair if I didn\u2019t give her permission to bang other guys. Linda had Ubered to the restaurant, so she rode home with me. On the way, she hinted she had another present for me at the house. Given the first present, I was not looking forward to receiving any more \u201cpresents.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we drove up to the house, I noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Linda said the car as belonged to Ethan, a friend of hers. She said she had invited him over. I asked, \u201cIs Ethan already in our home?\u201d and she explained, \u201cYes, I gave him a key because I didn\u2019t know when we would be finished at the restaurant. I told Ethan to make himself comfortable until we got home.\u201d When we entered the house, I took Linda\u2019s jacket. Walking into the living room, I expected to meet Ethan, but there was no one there. Linda followed me into the room and suggested we go to the bedroom. On our way there, Linda was clear regarding her expectations, \u201cI am going to fuck Ethan and I want you to watch.\u201d I tried to slow her down to talk, but she led me by my hand into the bedroom before I could speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ethan was laying in our bed naked. He was a large African American man, maybe six and a half feet tall and two-hundred and fifty pounds. His flaccid penis was almost as long as my forearm and the diameter of a Coke can. Ethan greeted us with a broad smile and Linda greeted him by name. Ethan got out of the bed and standing he confirmed how massive his body was. After first whispering to me that this was her second wish, Linda let go of my hand and walked up to Ethan, who gave her a kiss on the lips while he cupped her ass with his hands. I was going to object when I noticed Linda was holding his still flaccid cock. Turning to face me, Linda suggested I take a seat, \u201cRelax and enjoy the show.\u201d Ethan took that as his cue and he started undressing Linda, first unbuttoning blouse, then unfastening her bra, before fondling Linda\u2019s boobs in his huge hands. Ethan kneeled in front of Linda, licking her nipples on the way down, then lowered skirt and panties before he kissed her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I sat down in a chair at the side of the room while Linda laid down on the edge of bed. Ethan lifted her legs up, bending her knees, before he spread her legs and started performing cunnilingus. Linda moaned with pleasure as he licked her. However, before she orgasmed, he stood up again and directed Linda\u2019s mouth towards his semi-hard cock. Holding and stroking it with both hands, she used her mouth to polish the head. Ethan\u2019s dick was humongous, bigger than any of the porn star cocks Linda would drool over in sex films. His length was more than twice mine and his girth it seems was ten times greater than mine. Linda looked at me with the stranger\u2019s cock still in her mouth and winked, as if to signal to me \u201csee what I have been missing.\u201d They were going to fuck, and there was nothing I could do about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Expecting the two of them to start humping, I was surprised when Linda stood up and walked towards me. \u201cWould you like to participate, Darling?\u201d Was she asking me to participate in a threesome? How would I do that while wearing a cock cage. \u201cLet\u2019s take some of your clothes off. You can leave your underwear on.\u201d, and with that she began to undress me. I pushed back initially, but Linda seemed intent to strip me down. Just wearing a pair of boxer shorts, Linda led me towards Ethan. I felt impotent standing next to him. He was taller, bigger, and stronger than me, and he was about to fuck my wife with his huge cock. Standing face-to-face with Ethan, Linda stood behind me whispering, \u201cIt\u2019s show and tell time.\u201d, and with that she pulled down my shorts, exposing my caged penis. Linda wasn\u2019t happy just fucking Ethan, she wanted to make sure I was humiliated in front of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Linda and Ethan crawled in bed together, leaving me standing next to the bed to watch them have sex. She assumed the doggie position and he positioned himself behind her. Minutes later he had somehow fit is cock in her pussy and was pounded it in and out of her while she squealed. I couldn\u2019t believe her cunt was taking all that meat inside it. Linda was pushed back with each of his thrusts forward, causing her ass cheeks to strike his hips and his ball slap her clit with an audible whack. The sounds of their bodies colliding was synchronous with an audible grunt from Ethan and a judder from Linda with each thrust. With the stamina of a porn star, the copulation lasted almost forty minutes, and Linda appeared to have two orgasms while she was being fucked. In more than eleven years together, Linda had never had an orgasm while I was fucking her. My penis seemed to shrink in its cage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Shortly after Linda\u2019s second orgasm, Ethan was ready to ejaculate. Still fucking her from behind Ethan shouted, \u201cWhere do you want my spunk, bitch?\u201d She wanted him to cum in her pussy, which he was happy to do. When he finally pulled his still hard cock out, it was covered in gooey cum. More cum poured from my gaping wife\u2019s pussy. Turning to me, he said \u201cClean me, white boy.\u201d Before I could get away, Ethan stood in front of me, pushed me by my shoulders to my knees, and he was sticking is dirty cock towards my closed mouth. Rubbing the head of his penis on my lips, my lips became slippery with cum. \u201cBetter not put your teeth on me, cuck.\u201d, he continued to try to force his cock on me. While rubbing himself on my tightly closed lips, I started tasting the salty cum. Simultaneously thrusting forward while pulling my head towards him, the head of his cock entered my mouth. Although I refused to lick, Ethan slid his dick across my lips until much of the cum ended up in my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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When Ethan was finished, I sat like a lump on the floor, completely degraded. Linda asked me to come to her, Ethan helped me off the floor, and he directed me towards her. \u201cFor my third wish, I want you to lick my pussy.\u201d I felt like a rag doll when Ethan pushed my head between Linda\u2019s legs. Abandoning my pride, I licked Ethan\u2019s cum out of my wife\u2019s pussy while Ethan stood over me laughing. When I finished, Ethan put on his clothes and addressed Linda before leaving, \u201cSame time next week?\u201d Linda told him yes. I laid down in our cum-soaked marital bed as Linda got up to shower. Before leaving the bedroom, she turned to me with a smile saying, \u201cBest anniversary ever.\u201d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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