The Real Story I Have To Tell -1

[devavu2009]

Well, it's almost Friday. I'm nervous as hell. Very queasy, kind of excited. Annie has been affectionate - that is she has allowed me to give her head every night this week. And she's been snuggling.

She is close lipped about the "conclusion" she is going to reveal, except to say she may put that off for a couple of weeks, since there is so much happening all at once.

She also told me to plan on spending Friday and Saturday night back in "my room."

"I know you are angry over what happened before, but we are all going to talk about that. After we talk, that's it. It's the past." she said.

"Well, I thought Aaron was the past," I replied.

She grabbed my cock cage through my shorts and shook it. "No you didn't." she replied.

There is so much more to tell. I hope I am not boring everyone. I am resolved to remember as much as I can about what already happened, so that could get dry. And now, of course, there is more to come. We'll see what happens.

[devavu2009]

Change of Plan

This morning, Annie announced a change of plans. Aaron would not be coming to stay with us this weekend. Instead, he will be coming next weekend. This weekend, she said, she would be going to Miami, to stay with him.
She does not work Fridays, and she left for the 90 mile drive around 3 pm today. She should get to his place around the time he gets home from work.

If you think it's odd that I'm not jumpin' up and down angry, you'd be correct. It is odd. For 4 years, I thought he was gone forever. I thought I'd won my wife back. But he wasn't gone forever, and I never really won her back.

And I knew there was no talking her out of it anyway. When she makes a decision, that's it. I asked her why the sudden change? Why can't I go too?

"He needs me right now," she said. "Just me. Just this weekend."

She offered no other explanation. I asked for his address and home phone number, and she would not give them to me.

"How do I know you're even going there?" I asked. "How do I know any of this is even real?"

That really set her off. She reminded me of the fact that she always says what she does, and does what she says - unlike me. And it is true. She has never lied to me. Even when the truth is brutal, she delivers. She finally did give me his cell phone number, which I no longer posessed.

I carried her suitcase to the car and put it in the trunk. She gave me a peck on the cheek and told me she loved me, and not to worry. Then she grabbed my cock cage through my pants and twisted it.
"Don't even dream about cutting the lock on this thing," she said. "I'll be checking it as soon as I get home."

I told her I wouldn't, and she said, "Right. I've heard THAT before. Remember the steel trap?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. "I've been trying to forget."

"You'll be back in it soon. Very soon. I promise."

"That sounds more like a threat than a promise, Annie," I said.

"Just a promise." she responded. "I'll see you Sunday."

So, after a long hiatus, I am being cuckolded again. I didn't even put up a fight. I have that old horny, submissive, frustrated, humiliated, erotic mindset that seems to addict and repel in equal measures at different times. She plays me like a fiddle. I know this might sound odd to you, given all I've described, but we really do love each other. I'm crazy about her. I pushed her deep down this path, and tried to walk her back. Sometimes, there's no getting back, I guess. Sometimes you just gotta learn how to deal with where you landed. One thing for sure: She knows me a lot better than I know her.

It looks like I'll have a lot more time this weekend than I thought I would have. Perhaps time to tell the one big story of the past that is most personal, and hardest to tell. Also probably the hardest to believe. And 100% true.

[devavu2009]

Steel Trap

One gorgeous night in October of 2003, a very attractive 42 year old woman and two male companions had dinner on a sidewalk table at a Greek Restaurant in the historic section of a large, coastal South-Central Florida city. I will call this section of the city "Partytown", because that's what everyone did there on Saturday nights. The streets were closed to traffic, and all manner of freaks and tourists and revelers celebrated here into the wee hours of the morning. The air was warm and sweet. It was around 8 pm - the night was young. When the waitress came outside to take drink orders, she saw a pretty lady sitting close to a handsome guy whom she surely assumed to be the husband. Across from them was another, slightly taller man, who was most likely a friend. She had no way of knowing that she had it backwards. Or that earlier that day, the man who wasn't the pretty lady's husband had fucked her not once, not twice, but three times in room 226 at the Holiday Inn, just a few miles away. She couldn't have known that the man who actually WAS the pretty lady's husband spent part of the day at the pool - just outside their hotel room door; and part of the day watching his wife making crazy love to the other man. She certainly would have been surprised to learn that the pretty lady's husband not once, but twice licked the other man's sperm from her sore, swollen, and very gooey pussy. She would have been shocked to learn that the man who wasn't the pretty lady's husband had been having sex with the pretty lady for almost 3 years now, and that in fact nobody else, not even the pretty lady's husband, experienced that with her even once the entire time. How could the waitress have known any of these things?

They looked so normal.

I remember the night vividly. This seemed to me kind of a last meal. The food was fantastic. Inside was a very, very beautiful young Iranian belly dancer, backed by a live band who, as it turns out, consisted of her brothers and cousins. She was so beautiful; nobody could keep their eyes off of her. People came in from the street and gawked through the windows to see her dance. The night erupted with applause at the end of every number. She was so awesome, I’d have eaten there even if the food was bad. But it wasn’t, it was magic. Annie had that glow, that amazing aura she wore whenever she’d had a good dose of sex with Aaron. It was a look only he could give her.

I was so happy about the food, and especially about the beautiful commotion created by the gorgeous Iranian dancer. It helped remove my mind from what was about to happen.

[devavu2009]

Steel Trap

After dinner, we took a walk down the main street of Partytown, towards the center where all the action was. There was a Mardi Gra flavor to the place. Music drifted from night clubs, and people ate and drank at various outdoor cafes. The street was teeming with all manner and types of people from various walks of life. About 4 blocks from the restaurant was a large tattoo\piercing parlor. The door was open, and you could see everything inside through the large storefront windows lining the sidewalk.

“This is the place,” said Aaron. “You wait here.”

I waited by the door as my wife and her boyfriend walked inside, to a counter with a large glass display containing body jewelry. The clerk was a young man who couldn’t have been 25 years old. He had several visible tattoos on his arms. His face was covered with jewelry. Eyebrows, nose, cheeks, ears, tongue. More metal than skin. I remember thinking, ironically, “How could anybody do that to themselves?”

There were five or six other employees working, all sporting various degrees of metal and ink. The clerk called an older man over. He looked to be in his 50’s, and was short with dyed jet black hair. His arms were literally covered with tattoos. I guessed that he was the owner. He spoke with Aaron and Annie for about 15 minutes, answering questions. He glanced over at me a few times with a quizzical look. When he left, they turned to the display and shopped. I was standing outside the doorway, nervously smoking a cigarette, watching it all. Aaron waved for me come in.

“Pay the bill,” he said. “They’re going to bring you upstairs. We’ll wait down here for you.”

I paid with my credit card. I also had to sign a waiver, absolving the joint of any wrongdoing in the event of injury or infection. A young woman escorted me upstairs. She was covered with piercings, all over her face. It was a large room with a vinyl bed in the middle. She told me to remove my pants and underwear. I climbed on the bed, and she washed my penis and the area between the back of my ball sack and ass.

A male employee joined her. He had the tools and the jewelry.

“This is going to sting a little,” he said. And it did, it stung right through my pisshole, and through the right/underside of my penis. But it was quick. They washed it and inserted the 6 gauge stainless steel segment ring right through it. They call it a Prince Albert.

The second piercing was smaller, but it hurt more, way more. It is called a “guiche,” and the ring was much smaller and thinner, thank God. They washed me up, gave me cleaning instructions and let me go. I dressed and walked downstairs. Annie and Aaron were waiting. Every single eye in the place was on us. You could feel their gazes trained on us as we walked out the door, Annie and Aaron arm in arm, me walking behind them. About a block away, I turned around to look at the parlor. The owner and one of the clerks were standing outside the door, staring at us as we walked away.

“Freaks,” they probably thought.

[Custer Laststand]

Devavu2009,

Regarding your comment of 7 Aug. 2009:

Originally Posted by devavu2009

I posted this story — not exactly, but it was this story — maybe a little over a year ago. At the time, it brought out some feelings I didn't want to deal with. .... etc .... I feel differently now about telling it because I am in a different state of mind. And I do need to get it out.

I remember when you told the beginnings of this story. It was intense and very interesting. You expressed great reticence about continuing, citing the anguish it brought to mind. A number of forum members encouraged you to continue, but you didn't.

It's good to see you've returned and are relating your experiences in detail. Your account is, in fact, fascinating and well told. I encourage you to continue.

—Custer

[devavu2009]

Thanks, Custer. I really appreciate it.

[devavu2009]

Steel Trap

A few months later it was Christmas. My gift from Aaron and Annie was a handmade stainless steel chastity cage designed to be locked on to or otherwise affixed to the penis via a Prince Albert piercing. Like mine. It must have cost a fortune. A chastity fetishist\cuckold submissive’s dream come true. Escape proof chastity, a permanent solution. I was, astounded, really. I knew something like this was coming, but still, holy shit!.

“We wanted to get you something that would be comfortable,” Aaron said sincerely. “And secure.”

They called my gift “The Steel Trap.”

I wasn’t ready for it. In fact, I’d come to regret getting pierced at all. Every time I took a shower, or a piss, I’d see that angry, medieval looking ring protruding from my dick and wonder, “OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I BECOME!” Every time I looked at it, I could not believe my wife allowed me to do it. Aaron – well I could believe. He couldn’t stand the thought that I might just possibly someday have sex with my own wife.
Yes, in the heat of subspace, I waxed on about such things as “locked up forever.”
I said a lot of things Crazy things.

I did feel exhilarated at first, after the rings were applied down in Partytown. It was so kinky, I just couldn’t believe I went through with it. It was a short lived thrill. Regret started setting in.

But Aaron and Annie expected me to wear this thing, to be happy to be so well secured and so completely denied. They had reason to believe that, given it was an expressed fantasy of mine. But this is where I am different then them, according to Annie. When I commit to something, I “try” it. When she commits to something she DOES it.

If someone told me they would like to be locked in a chastity device permanently, I would not take them seriously.

Aaron and Annie did.

I went along – to see how far they would go. Like everything else in our marriage and our relationship with Aaron, I really underestimated both of them.

They spent a lot of money on the steel trap, and they expected it to be Worn. Connected. Locked.

I kept making excuses into the next year. They started ignoring me more and more. Finally in early March, I told them I wanted the jewelry removed. My wife said, “Fine, but if you do, that’s it. We aren’t playing your games anymore.”

I wanted to have the people in Partytown remove the rings. I guess I thought it would be more embarrassing to go someplace new, even if it was closer. The three of us met at a hotel, and on the night we arrived, we went back to the tattoo parlor, and the rings were removed. They were placed in a plastic back for me. When I walked down the stairs, once again all eyes were on me, and then on all three of us. This time there were smirks.

Aaron and Annie made love all weekend, and asked to be left alone when they did. They barely talked to me. They barely even looked at me. It was March, 2004. Annie and I went back home on Sunday. It was the last time I ever saw Aaron. My wife, however, continued to see him – a lot – for another year. They just left me at home. After a weeklong vacation in the mountains with Aaron, Annie returned home and told me she wanted a separation. It was late August, 2004.

[devavu2009]

"I went along – to see how far they would go. Like everything else in our marriage and our relationship with Aaron, I really underestimated both of them."

Sometimes when you write, you discover the truth. I have been turning my eyes away from this for 4 years. I've been wondering why what happened happened. Going back, and reading my own words, written hours ago, provides me with my first dose of ice water over the head. My wife, in many, many different ways told me exactly what I referenced above. I just didn't understand what she meant. Too many emotions.

She is having a great time down in Miami. Had dinner tonight with Aaron and his sons at some restaurant. At least that is what she told me she was going to be doing at 5 pm, when we spoke on the phone. That conversation was interesting too.

I am concerned, but no longer scared or afraid. I am not even sure I am ashamed anymore. 2 months ago, if someone told me Aaron was in town, I am afraid of what I might have done. I felt violent towards him, even after 4 years. Not because of the relationship, or even the fact that he almost took my wife, but because of what he did when he didn't get his way. That is the one thing I will not be describing here.

But I am tired, and obsessing, otherwise I wouldn't have written as much as I already have. Later.

[devavu2009]

Annie Returns

Annie returned home yesterday at about 6 pm. She was positively glowing. I met her in the driveway and carried her bags for her. We went inside, and I asked her to tell me about her weekend. She sat down on the couch and asked me to bring her a glass of water. I returned with it, and I sank to my knees in front of her.

It is hard for me to properly describe what 6 weeks of unrelieved chastity does to me. Combined with being cuckolded, and I can only describe it as a state of constant arousal and deeper and deeper submission. The longer it goes, the more submissive I get. Annie knows this. So does her boyfriend. That’s why they never liked allowing me out. I am a different person in many ways when I’m loose.

I kissed her feet. I sucked her toes. I licked her legs, and went back to the bottom of her feet. I told her I loved her. Over and over and over again.

“Of course you do,” she said. “Lick my other foot, that feels nice.”

As I licked, I told her I would do anything, anything for her. When I am deep into subspace, I always say this sort of thing, and I mean it. At the time.

“I know you will do anything for me, honey. That’s what I want from you. I need for you to do exactly what I want. And right now, I want you to eat my pussy. It’s so sore. He hasn’t lost a step. I’ve never known a man who could fuck so much.”

I was so excited. I removed her panties. They were soaking wet. I smelled them. She watched me, smiling, and said nothing. Smelled like sex. I started licking her inner thigh, working my way up. Then her cell phone rang. It was sitting on the kitchen counter, in her pocketbook.

“Go fetch that for me,” she said. It was Aaron. She started speaking to him, and then pointed to her pussy. I started licking her. This time I went straight for the prize. No doubt about it, they must have fucked right before she left. Her pussy was swollen and wet. As I licked, I listened to her side of the phone conversation.

“Yes, yes, oh traffic wasn’t bad. I just got here 10 minutes ago. Uh huh. Umm. Yes. Yes. Oh my God, it was incredible. Yes. Yeah…..some things get better with age. Oh yeah, he’s here. Yes, still all locked up. Don’t you worry, you don’t have to worry about that. No, stop that. Of course, honey. Mmmm. Well, the week will go fast. You’re taking off Friday? Great! So, Thursday night. I get you for 4 days. Why don’t you stay Sunday night, too. You can get up early Monday morning and drive to work. Yeah, it’s not bad that time of the morning. (Long pause). It will all work out. Yes. Yes. Whoever said there are no second chances? Yes. Oh, he’s in the kitchen cooking dinner. Umm hmm. I’ll tell him. We’ll have to have him prepare some nice romantic dinners. Sure. Yes! There’s a place called Farah’s, the food is incredible. We’ll have to go there. Hmm hmm. Yes, we can do that. He hasn’t had the boat out all summer. Yes……..Ok. I love you too.”

She talked to Aaron on the phone until her battery almost ran out. A good 90 minutes. It was as if I wasn’t there. Other than a few pats on the head and squeezes of the thigh, there was little indication of whether she was enjoying my efforts or not. She was too involved in her conversation.

When she hung up, she said, “Aaron says hello.”

She nudged me away and said, “Thanks.”

“I thought you were going to tell me about your weekend,” I said.

“I’m tired, sweetie. What do you want to know? I mean, we had sex. You already know that”.

“I mean, this ‘conclusion’ or decision you said you were going to reveal. Did you talk to him about that?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Well can you talk to me about it?”

“No,” she said. “Not until I’m sure about it.”

“It’s about him, isn’t it. His wife died and now you two are free to do whatever you want.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Annie said. “It’s part of it. But only part. You worry that I’m going to leave you, and I keep telling you that will never happen. I love you. And I’m not ready to say any more about it.”

So I learned from listening to the phone conversation that Aaron will be here Thursday through Sunday night. I will be cooking them dinner. We will be boating on Saturday or Sunday. He is monitoring my chastity. And he’s still so jealous that Annie lied when he asked what I was doing. She told him I was in the kitchen, when I was buried between her thighs. He never liked the idea of me having any sexual contact with her at all, not even licking her, unless he was present.

Annie didn’t last long. She went to bed just after 8 pm last night. She told me to sleep in the back room.

[devavu2009]

Getting to Know Him

When we first started seeing Aaron, it happened in hotels because we didn’t know him yet, and because our kids were still in various stages of living at home. Our house is pretty private, so that would not be a problem later on.

The first time we met him, after the very first time he made love to Annie, I ate my first creampie. I was surprised how easily it happened. I worried about what Annie would think, or how she would react. But they were making out when he called me over, and continued to make out while I ate. She had an intense orgasm. It was clear that there was something about it that she really loved. Afterwards, we sat on the bed and talked. We told him all about us, he told us all about him. Everything but the fact that he was married, that is. That came a few months later. Mostly, we were curious about his experience swinging and cuckolding. I remember it well. I will attempt to reconstruct the conversation.

“How long have you been swinging?”

“About 5 years,” he said. “But for the past 2 years, I’ve only been seeing married couples.”

“Why is that,” Annie asked.

“I like it better,” he said. “Swinging is messy. You never know what you’re going to get. There is more risk. Married people tend to be cleaner and more careful. You have to watch out for STDs. When you’re talking about people in their 30’s and 40’s, married people are more interesting.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Look, when you get to our age, there’s a reason some people are perpetually divorced, or just single. Usually it’s a good reason. You might have fun with these people once or twice, but then their flaws start showing. It’s inevitable. Usually it’s simply that they can’t really care about anyone but themselves. They’re immature. They can’t commit to anything, even short term, other than their next thrill. They just aren’t good at relationships. Or they can’t keep their jobs. Or they do drugs or alcohol. There’s always a reason. And as much as I love sex, it loses meaning for me unless there is some relationship attached.”

“Anyway,” he continued, “I got tired of one night stands. And I don’t like being used for entertainment. So, I find married couples more interesting. I like cuckolding the husbands. Don’t ask me why, but it’s just my nature. I’m very competitive, I like to win. I like to dominate, at least up here,” he said, pointing to his head. “Anyway, married couples are more reliable. Some of the wives are gems. And some of the husbands are fucking crazy!”

“Tell us!” Annie said. ”What do they do?”

“Well, they watch, mostly. Some of them eat their wives after we fuck, that’s pretty popular.”

They both looked at me, and I am sure I blushed. “I liked that,” my wife said.

“I think a lot of them are bisexual,” Aaron continued. “Some of them want to suck my cock. One guy wanted me to fuck him.”

“Get out!”


“No, it’s true,” he continued. “He came out of the bathroom of some hotel, wearing woman’s stockings and panties. He looked ridiculous!”

We all laughed.

“His wife said, ‘Go ahead, fuck him! Fuck my sissy’. “NO WAY”! I told them, I’m sorry, but I have to leave. I never saw them again. They called, but I just couldn’t do it. Like I said, some of these guys are bi. I think some of them are really gay. Too bad, because the wife was very pretty. Almost as pretty as you, Annie.”

“It does make you wonder,” she responded.

“It makes me wonder why some of these folks are married to each other. I guess everybody is different.”

“So you let some of the guys suck your cock?” I asked.

“Yes, a few,” he said. “Only if it made sense at the moment. I don’t have any need or desire to get my cock sucked by a guy. I do have a big cock, and I don’t mind two mouths on it when the situation warrants. There’s a lot of real estate there. But no touching. Sometimes there are good reasons to let them do it. Also, I think that’s what some of these husbands are there for. ”

“To suck cock?”

“Yes. They are willing to let somebody fuck their wives silly in exchange for the opportunity to suck cock.”

“Really? Is that true?”
“With some of them, yes. I have come to that conclusion. And that doesn’t work for me. I’m not there to take care of their needs. I’m there to take care of my needs, and her needs.”

“I can’t believe that guy wanted you to fuck him in the ass,” Annie said. “He must be really gay. To take a cock as big as yours, he’d have to have a lot of experience.”

“Well, yeah, he was probably gay, who knows,” Aaron said. “Have you ever had anal sex?”

“NO!” my wife replied. It’s true, she hadn’t. Not with me. Not with anyone. It was taboo.

“You’d love it. You would be very surprised.”

“No thanks,” she said.



About a month later, we’d spent another weekend at the hotel. It was Sunday. We had to check out soon. It was close to 11 am. Annie and Aaron had sex very early that morning, and we went out to breakfast at around 9 am. Most of our bags were packed, and I was about to bring them to the car. The two of them were hot and heavy kissing each other goodbye. Annie sunk to her knees and fished out Aaron’s very hard cock. She sucked it with great passion. Off came their clothes, and the fucking began. Hard, passionate fucking. It was hard to believe how much sex these two were capable of.

“Get me that lube,” Aaron said to me. He was referring to a bottle of Astroglide that Annie brings with her in case she dries out. He applied it to his cock, and positioned it at my wife’s anus. I remember thinking “Oh My God.”

Slowly, very slowly, he worked it in. She whimpered. Slowly it disappeared, further and further. Slowly they fucked, and then a little faster and then faster yet. She was screaming in pain, or was it pleasure? I couldn’t tell. My wife was cumming like crazy as he fucked and fucked and fucked.

When they finally finished, Aaron motioned for me to come to the bed. They started kissing. Her asshole looked cavernous. He told me to lay on my back, and then he lifted her up by the shoulders. Her ass was directly over my mouth, and cum was flowing out of it like a river. Lots of it. I licked her for 10 or 15 minutes until there was nothing left. At some point, a flash went off. And then another. Aaron was taking pictures.

“You just ate my cum out of your wife’s ass,” he said. I remember that statement distinctly. A statement of the obvious. I remember they both laughed.

When it ended, they took another shower together. I packed the bags. This man, Aaron, had taken my wife’s virginity, in a sense. And she discovered she likes anal sex after all. She couldn’t stop talking about how great it was, all the way home.