Over the next few weeks, we continued to play and experiment with the toys.
One afternoon, after returning from work, as we started to change out of our work clothes into more comfortable clothes, I interrupted her, before she had even put on a t-shirt, playfully, “Wait, we need to try the nipple clamps. It would be wasteful to have bought them and not used them, wouldn’t it?”
Mary smiled at my comment, “Yes, what a saver you are! Anything to make the most of it.”
“Let me put them on for a while.”
I went to the cupboard where we kept all the toys, took out the clamps, and came back in front of Mary, who was still topless, her t-shirt in her hand.
Her nipples were not erect, so I said to her, “I think we need to get them erect; I’ll have to do some extra work,” and bending down, I moved my mouth to her left nipple and started licking and sucking on it.
She gasped at the contact with my mouth and added with a laugh, “What a good husband! You try to save even if it costs you an additional effort.”
I sucked on her delicious nipple until it was hard and erect, but I didn’t stop then and continued to enjoy it, holding it with my lips and running the tip of my tongue over the tip of the nipple.
After a while, she said, continuing the playful tone, “I think it’s ready now; I don’t want you to work too hard.”
“I don’t mind the effort; I like to do things thoroughly.”
I took one of the clamps and put it on her left nipple, adjusting the screw so that it would press, not too hard but not so that it could fall off.
She winced as she felt the pressure.
I then approached her right nipple, licked it, and sucked it, enjoying her skin and her scent. I adored her breasts, and she loved me fondling and playing with them.
As before, once erect, I continued to suck it, enjoying the moment. I could tell by the hitch in her breathing that the combination of the pinch of the clamp on her left nipple and my mouth on her right was turning her on.
I took the other clamp and put it on her nipple, causing her to flinch again
She put her t-shirt back on and looked at me, “So what do we do now?”
“Carry on with our usual activities, or what did you think?” I replied with a smile, causing a surprised expression on her face.
We read for a while, picked up some clothes, did some laundry, and later, Mary prepared dinner while I set the table. All the while, I glanced at her from time to time to see how she was reacting.
Through her T-shirt, I could make out the clamps hanging from her nipples. When she stood up or turned sharply, I could see the clamps move and pull on her nipples, causing her to flinch.
After dinner and clearing the table, I took her by the hand and said, mischievously, “Let’s go to the bedroom; check how the clamps worked.”
“There is no need to check anything. Since you put them on me, I’ve been feeling the continuous pressure all afternoon, like you’re pinching me, and the tugging on my nipples every time I move too much. They’re driving me crazy; I’m so excited.”
“Well, you know I’m very meticulous, and I like to check everything,” I replied, laughing.
Arriving in the room, I sat on the bed, guiding her to stand in front of me. I took off her t-shirt and stood admiring her breasts. I took the clamp on the left and slowly opened it. She winced as all the blood flowed back to the tip of her breast. I quickly brought my hands behind her back and pulled her to me, brought my mouth close, and took her nipple into my mouth, just enveloping it, to soothe her sensation of pain and also to enjoy the feeling of the nipple.
After a while, I removed the clamp from her right nipple and again applied my mouth to soften the impression. I began alternating between the two nipples and increasing the intensity of my actions, sucking and licking more and more firmly. Mary was clearly enjoying my attention, her eyes closed and her head thrown back.
With my hands on her arms, I turned her towards the bed and guided her until she was lying on the bed.
“Let’s see if the clamps have worked in other areas,” I said, as I grabbed the waistband of her trousers and panties and pulled them down until they were off. I brought my face close to her pussy and saw that it was very wet; her labia was swollen and turgid. When I removed the panties I had already seen that they were soaked with her fluids, which must have been oozing from the excitement caused by the clamps.
I knelt between her legs, parted her legs, moved my mouth to her sex, and ran my tongue around it, causing her to moan again with pleasure. Then I applied my mouth to her clitoris, sucking it in. At that point, she closed her legs tightly around my head, put her hands in my hair, pressed my head against her sex, and said in a husky, excited voice, “Keep going, please, keep going like this.”
I kept licking and sucking her clitoris for several minutes. Even though it looked like she was about to cum, I thought she wanted to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. She moaned non-stop and encouraged me to continue. “Keep going; it’s delicious; keep going; keep going; lick me.”
My hands went to her beautiful breasts, which I began to fondle and knead, fiddling with her swollen and sensitive nipples, which excited her even more, as her gasps indicated.
Finally, she climaxed, coming with a scream, as she pressed my head hard against her burning sex with her thighs and hands.
When she released me from her sensual grasp, I lay down on top of her and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed in and was able to enter without any resistance; her pussy was fully lubricated and eager to receive me.
She wrapped her arms around me and held me with her legs around my ass as she said, “Fuck me; I want to feel you cum inside me and cum again.”
I wanted nothing else. I started to push my cock all the way in and pulled my cock out until only the tip was left, running all the way inside her pussy, which enveloped me with its velvety texture. My rhythm quickened until I finally came, spurting what seemed to me like endless streams of warm, thick semen.
This triggered her second orgasm, which was followed by others as we continued like this, with me on top of her, moving over her, stimulating her clitoris with my pubis while my cock stayed inside her, as she moved under me, moaning, panting, and enjoying the pleasure with her eyes closed.
Finally, exhausted, I lay down next to her, hugged her, and said, playfully, “Looks like the clamps are working.”
We continued to enjoy our newfound enthusiasm for several weeks, taking advantage of the excuse provided by the sex toys. We introduced them into our games and tried different ways of using them, but after a while, I seemed to notice that the pace slowed and we tended to fall back into a routine again. I decided I had to talk to Mary before it was too late.
One Monday after dinner, I brought up the subject, “I’m really enjoying this period. The sex toys have been a lot of fun, and I’m really enjoying it with you, but I get the feeling that we’re falling back into our routine, as if the ‘flame’ has gone out. I wouldn’t want us to go back to the way things were. I know that the rhythm can’t be kept up, and it’s logical that we’re getting a bit tired. But I’m afraid to go back to before. Maybe we should try other toys, or try reading stories, or better still, we could think of our own fantasies.”
“Yes, it’s possible; I haven’t thought about it. Maybe you’re right.”
“Why don’t you tell me some fantasy of yours?”
Mary replied reluctantly, “I don’t really know… I don’t have any…”
“I can’t believe you don’t have any. Haven’t you ever thought of any erotic situations? Something that turns you on even though you wouldn’t dare to do it? Everyone has them, and it doesn’t mean that they want them to become reality or that they don’t love their husband or wife. There are women who have fantasies of rape, of making love to several men, or of doing a striptease in a club.”
“Well, the truth is that I have fantasized…” but she didn’t continue.
“Yes?”
“I’ve had fantasies about what it would be like to have sex with another man,” she said at last. And quickly she added, “But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you; they’re just fantasies. I’m totally in love with you, and I really enjoy being in bed with you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve already told you that everyone has them, and it’s not bad.”
“Well, I’ve even dreamed I was a prostitute too. I don’t know why I’ve had those fantasies. Maybe it’s because I think I’m not 20 anymore, and I feel like I’m not attractive. Maybe I need to feel desired. Also, I’ve never been with another man, and maybe I’m intrigued by what the experience would be like. After all, you weren’t a virgin when we got married, and you had had sex with a few women, but I was a virgin. I know you are attracted to me, but I don’t seem to be attracted to anyone else. No one has ever approached me with the intention of flirting or asking me out on a date.”
I tried to reassure her, “I can assure you that you are very attractive. I think most of your co-workers ‘drool’ when they see you. And no one asks you to date because they know you’re married to me, and we’re very happy. And don’t feel guilty; they are fantasies. If they make you enjoy yourself more, great.”
“Well, what about you? What fantasies do you have?”
Now it was my turn to feel a little shy, “Well, ehhh… I’ve dreamed that we had a threesome.”
“With another woman?”
“No, with another man. I find it very erotic to see a woman satisfying two men at the same time, for example, with one cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. You are so attractive that any man would go crazy and lust after you. Maybe it’s also a way of showing off the beautiful woman I’m married to, of saying to another man, ‘Look what a gorgeous and exciting woman I have, for once you can see how wonderful it is to make love to her’.”
“I don’t know whether to be flattered by this hidden desire to ‘show me off’ or offended that you want to ‘share me’,” she replied, smiling, “And any other fantasies?, I’ve told you two.”
“Lately, after having tried the cock cage, I’ve fantasized about you putting it on for more days, teasing me without letting me cum, and only taking it off when you wanted me to, or after I made you come several times. I like that feeling of wanting you all the time and of thinking about you all the time. Besides, when I reach orgasm, it’s over in a way. Women can chain several in a row; you certainly can, but for men, it doesn’t happen. In that sense, you make me envious. Being on the verge of cumming but not being able to do it is almost like a continuous orgasm. And besides, when I finally cum after wanting it for so long, it’s an explosion of indescribable pleasure.”
“Well,” she replied, “I think fulfilling this fantasy is very easy. Whenever you want to start.”
“What about your fantasy? How about we both dress up one day, meet in a bar as if we were strangers, I flirt with you, and have sex in a hotel?”
“Huum, I like that idea. Shall we do it this Saturday?”
“Perfect!”
“But until then, I’m going to put the cock cage on you; I don’t want you to be without your fantasy,” she said playfully.
I was shocked and hesitant. Fantasies and games are one thing, but putting them into practice is another thing. I had only had the cock cage on for two or three days so far, but to wear it for almost a week, especially considering what awaited us on Saturday, was something else. But Mary insisted, “Bring it on, put it on, and give me the key.”
I went to get the cock cage, but thinking about everything we have been talking about, my cock wasn’t flaccid at all, so I had to go to the bathroom and pour cold water on it until I could put the cock cage on.
I went back to where Mary was, and in front of her, I locked the padlock and gave her the key (the other key she had hidden the first time).
“I hope you’ll be able to stand it, because until Saturday I’m going to tease you to desperation. Your look and your attitude when you are desperate to make love to me excites me so much,” she said.
And, leaning back on the sofa where we had been talking and pulling down her trousers and panties, she added, “In fact, I’m now so turned on by everything we’ve been talking about, I need to cum, and, with your cock locked in,your tongue is the best choice. Kneel here in front of me and lick me until I cum.”
I looked at her, surprised at how quickly she had agreed to include both fantasies in our games, knelt before her, and, spreading her legs, brought my head close to her sex. Just as she had said, she was aroused. The lips of her sex were swollen and red, and I could see that the fluid that lubricated her pussy was oozing out of the entrance to her pussy.
At the first touch of my tongue, she shuddered. I began to lick delicately along her vaginal lips, from bottom to top, until I reached her clitoris, which I fiddled with with my tongue. I continued like this many times, moving up along her labia until I reached her clitoris.
Meanwhile, she started to fantasize and tease me while she was caressing her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples.
“Huumm, I can’t wait to meet this strong and handsome man I’m going to meet this Saturday… he sure fucks great… and he’ll have a big hard cock that he’ll put deep inside me… humm… until I cum… but first I’ll suck him… I’ll give him a blowjob he won’t forget… humm…
“I imagine myself on my knees in front of him, taking his cock in and out of my mouth… tasting it… until he cums and fills my mouth with cum that I’ll swallow… and then I’ll suck him again until he’s hard enough to put it in my pussy… humm… I’ll lie on the bed and spread my legs for him… and he’ll stick his hard, huge, hot cock in my pussy, which will be soaking wet and dilated, waiting for that cock of that stranger… humm… and he’ll pump, pounding, thrusting, pushing his cock in and out of me, with my legs hugging his ass and my arms around his strong shoulders…”
Hearing this, I was getting unbelievably excited, and my cock was trying to get erect and swell, but the cock cage was preventing it. All I could feel was the swelling bumping against the side walls and the ring around my testicles pulling them out, causing me great pain and discomfort.
Nevertheless, I continued to lick her, focusing now on pushing my tongue as far as possible into the opening of her vagina. I could feel my actions accelerating her way to orgasm.
She continued, “Maybe I like fucking this stranger so much that I want to do it again and again. How would you like it, Charley? Maybe every Saturday? Humm, go on; keep it up. I love the way you lick me.
Or maybe I could see him every day… humm… I could be with two men, one man to fuck me and one man to make me cum with his tongue…”
I was still between her legs, licking her sex, which was literally soaking wet, and oozing fluids, which I had spread all over my face.
She squeezed my head tightly with her legs, to the point that I could hardly breathe. I heard her moaning and panting louder and louder, no longer speaking, losing the thread of her fantasy; she was simply letting herself be carried away by the excitement that it had caused her and by the pleasure of my mouth.
She finally climaxed with a strangled cry. She relaxed and slightly reduced the pressure with her legs, but without releasing me, which I used as an opportunity to take several deep breaths. After a while, she squeezed me again and pushed my head against her sex with her hand to tell me to continue. I kept this up until she had several more orgasms, after which she collapsed exhausted on the sofa.
I was exhausted; my crotch was on the verge of exploding, and my mouth and tongue were spent, almost sore.
I sat down next to her, hugged her, and kissed her. She kissed me back enthusiastically, caressed my face, and said, “I like that we explore our fantasies. Did you like it?”
“Yes, very much. I love it, especially enjoying how you climax, even though I’m about to explode. I wish nothing more than to take this off and fuck you right now.”
“Well, you’ll have to wait until I meet the ‘stranger’ this Saturday.”
“I don’t know if I can bear it.”
“You will have no choice. I have the key to your freedom, and I won’t give it to you until Saturday afternoon. But just think, then, after so long lusting after me, it will be wonderful, like an explosion of sensation and pleasure, and it will have been worth it. Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what appeals to you?”
“Yes.”
That night, we went to bed and fell asleep very quickly in each other’s arms.
During that week, we repeated the game several times at night.
Other nights, Mary tied me to the bed by my wrists and ankles with handcuffs, removed my cock cage, knelt between my legs, grabbed my cock, and began to suck me. When she noticed I was about to cum, she stepped back and let my erection subside. She repeated this several times until I could barely even think, just beg, “Please, please, please, I need to cum, please…. Let me cum.”
But she laughed mischievously and replied, “You said you liked the feeling of being about to cum, that it was like a very long little orgasm. Now don’t complain. Besides, I’m doing this for me too; I want my ‘stranger’ to fuck me eagerly, desperately.”
She would go on like this for a long time until, finally, I would let my erection go completely. She would go to the bathroom to get a cloth soaked in very cold water, apply it to my crotch, and put the cock cage back on.
Every day we continued with our routine at work, and in the evenings, after work, instead of going home, she would go to ‘run some errands’. I assumed she was looking for a way to disguise herself.
During the day, at work, I kept looking at her every few minutes, and I found her more and more attractive—her gestures, her hair moving, her smile—I found them delightful.
At night, sleeping next to Mary was a real nightmare. Usually, we both slept in just a T-shirt, with me in my pants and her in her panties. We liked to sleep cuddled and spooned, and I usually slept with my hand on her breasts, over her T-shirt, or sometimes by slipping my hand inside her T-shirt and feeling her soft breasts. But with the fucking cock cage and my continuous arousal, holding her like this was too much of a turn-on, and the discomfort in my crotch prevented me from sleeping. I had to pull away from her to keep from getting aroused, which made me want her even more and crave her warm touch.
We had agreed that we had to dress up in full costume and that we couldn’t see each other in costume until Saturday afternoon, so I went looking for something different from what I usually wore.
I also decided to buy a wig and a beard with a moustache.
I had thought I would be an artist, someone bohemian. I bought some shoes, some trousers, and a stylish shirt with brighter and bolder colours than I usually wore, which I thought could represent the character. When I had bought everything, I put it all in a bag and hid it at the top of a cupboard.
We looked for a hotel at the other end of town and booked a room in Mary’s name for Saturday night.
On Saturday afternoon, Mary asked me to leave the house first and dress up somewhere, as we had to keep the surprise. Before I left, she took off my cock cage, smiling, “I hope you’ll be ‘good’ and not touch yourself where you don’t belong.”
“After waiting all this week, I can wait a few more hours, especially thinking about the reward that awaits me. I want to save myself for tonight.”
I went to a petrol station, and there I changed my clothes, put on my wig and beard, and looked in the mirror. It didn’t look bad, and it certainly changed my appearance a lot. I had thought that tonight my name would be Buck.
As there was still time left before our date, we had arranged to meet after dinner for a drink or a coffee, I went to a bar and had a light supper, thinking about what our date would be like and, above all, what Mary would have dressed up as.
Around the agreed time, I went to the hotel, entered through the front door, and, once there, went to the bar.
To be continued. Chapter 4. Molly