Not Another Cuckold StorySubmitted by: SgtKatana
On a bright spring day my wife Kelly and I packed our bags and made ready to go on our much-anticipated trip to Reno. I was looking forward to the trip even more than she was, for when we arrived we would have five days to kick back and relax. Plus, I hoped, I might get the chance to masturbate while my wife and our new friend Joanne made love for the first time.
Joanne was two years older than Kelly and a lesbian. We met in a chat room and things escalated quickly to long-distance phone calls and conversations. Kelly eventually told her of the belt I wore and how I was unable to have sex or even fondle myself anymore, which was just fine. Our sex life had slowed since we got married, but now that my orgasms were under lock and key Kelly was quite content to cuddle and enjoy my oral lovemaking alone. Although she seemed uncomfortable with being "dominant" (she admitted she didn't get much from spanking me or tying me up, but she did it for me anyway), she had no problem conditioning me to focus on her beautiful pussy and to gain pleasure from the experience of servicing her to climax while I would remain high and dry for weeks at a time. My current schedule was intercourse, once a month, and it was intense. Upon Kelly unlocking the belt and freeing my throbbing penis I would not hesitate to bury it in her luscious pussy, feeling a rush of immense heat and long- neglected feeling in my genitals. A few long, wondrous thrusts and I would come, almost in tears, filling her with a month's worth of semen. Some cuddling, some rest, a quick check of the chastity belt and it would go back on for another thirty days.
Joanne was intrigued; she related her own experiences to us and suggested I could learn some techniques from her on oral sex and how to properly service a woman. Besides, she said, a man in a chastity belt was too good to miss. She suggested a hotel in Reno, Nevada that had comfortable rooms and room service so we could enjoy ourselves for a few days straight if we so desired. So we planned a few months ahead of time and made a date. Kelly added two weeks to my release date to add to the anticipation.
Kelly seemed unusually relaxed and in good spirits on the drive to Reno. Me, I was trembling. What was Joanne planning? My mind raced to a long-denied fantasy, that I could have two women at once, both beautiful, each making sweet love to each other as I sampled two willing cunts at my whim.
The drive was long, and we arrived at the hotel just as night was falling. Joanne had made certain our suite was available and ready for us when we got in. Opening the door we saw Joanne herself sitting on the couch, smooth yet muscular legs crossed stylishly, a drink in front of her on the coffee table. Kelly squealed and hugged her tightly, as if old friends. We made our introductions and shared the bottle of wine Joanne had brought.
Joanne was a striking brunette, certain in her words and with an air of authority that only added to the butterflies I felt in my stomach. Kelly was easygoing, as always, catching up on news and sharing as only women can.
As the wine bottle became low Joanne reached on the side of where she was sitting and produced a black bag. She gently handed a few items to Kelly and nodded with a sneer. Kelly took the items and suddenly I noticed an abrupt change in her disposition; it was time to get started.
"Come, darling," Kelly said, sweetly. "It's time for girl talk."
Kelly directed me to remove my clothes and I did, slowly dropping my pants to reveal the chastity belt. Joanne leaned over for a closer look and seemed satisfied. Completely naked except for the belt and feeling very submissive, I waited for these two gorgeous women to make me submit to whatever they had in mind. My dick was throbbing painfully in its small steel tube and my balls ached for release.
"Follow me," Kelly whispered.
The bathroom was large and well-lit. Kelly lightly pushed on my shoulder and I knelt next to a small towel ring, which she slipped our handcuffs into and locked my wrists in securely. I waited patiently, the pre-come cool on my skin as my penis struggled for freedom. A pair of Kelly's perfumed panties went into my mouth and pantyhose was tied around my head, securing them in place. Kelly smiled, kissed me gently on the forehead and then slipped a fabric hood over my head, taking away the light.
"I'll be back," she cooed.
The next sound was the shower running, then the bathroom door closing. It took a moment to realize Kelly wasn't in the room anymore, the shower making noise so I couldn't hear the antics going on in the main room.
My knees were getting uncomfortable on the tile. After what seemed like forty-five minutes someone came back into the bathroom and whispered in my ear. It was Joanne, and her voice was cold.
"I'm going to unlock you and let you stand up, then I want these handcuffs back on. Is that understood?" I nodded yes, aching for attention. She loosened one of the cuffs, allowed me to stand and refastened my wrists behind me. She took a moment to turn off the water and then led me back into the main room, indicating the place she wanted me to kneel once more. I felt an additional set of cuffs around my ankles and my wrists bound to a short chain between my feet. I had to arch my back to gain some relief from this position and my breaths came in shallow.
I heard Joanne walk away and the bed creak as she seated herself. After a moment I felt Kelly's fingers in my hair and the hood was removed.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw Kelly, naked, on all fours, on the end of the bed facing me. She was wearing her makeup a little heavier than usual, and a black leather collar was around her slender neck. Her eyes met mine and I detected a hint of sorrow, but resolution as well.
Joanne was behind her, still clothed, wearing what looked like a strap-on harness and good-sized dildo on the end. Several pillows were propped up behind her as she crossed her legs and lifted the end of the leash that was connected to Kelly's new collar. She jingled it for just a moment to make sure I noticed it, then gave a quick yank. Kelly gasped slightly.
"Tell him," Joanne ordered.
Kelly swallowed, then her eyes met mine and the look of resignation was clear.
"Mike, my handcuffing and gagging you in the bathroom just now is the last time I will ever dominate you, ever. I am not that kind of person, and I can't continue to make believe that I am.
"Joanne is my lover now, and I will not do anything purely for your benefit any more. Your cock will not enter my pussy again. My pussy belongs to Joanne now, and not you. Joanne also says your come can stay in your balls or go down the toilet where it belongs, because it's never going inside me again. Ever."
Kelly paused for a moment to take a deep breath, and I began to feel small beads of sweat forming on my neck. I was in a state of shock, the meaning of her words not yet sinking into my confused mind.
A quick tug on the leash and Kelly continued, shuddering, trembling slightly.
"I have given the keys to Joanne, so she's in charge of your dick now. She'll determine when you get to come out for cleaning or whatever she has in mind. But she has made it clear that you will not fuck me or any other woman, or jack off, either. I told her how to milk you, and even though we've never tried it she says it's all she's going to let you do on your own.
"Joanne says you can either accept this or else she'll drag you out into the hallway and leave you there for security to find and turn over to the police. She's stronger than she looks. If I need to I will say that you hit me, or that you abused me and that might put you away for weeks until they figure out what the real story is. Either way, we're staying here for the rest of our vacation, with or without you. When we're out, you will stay in the bathroom or the closet, handcuffed and gagged. When we're here, it's up to Joanne on whether or not you get to see anything."
"My Kelly girl says you haven't come in six weeks now," Joanne declared. "As far as I'm concerned, my strap-on is the only cock I want to see this week. Kelly has explained to me how you might finger yourself so you so you can get rid of your squirt, down the toilet, in private, like it should be."
Joanne rose to her knees and aligned the strap-on between Kelly's creamy thighs and stared coldly at me. I could see Kelly's lower lip trembling as her blonde hair slipped down over her face, arching her back as the tip of the dildo touched her waiting pussy.
"Tonight's a bonus to you, dickless," Joanne cackled. "You get to watch me give my slave girl a real dick fucking, not like anything you do. Give your wife a nice kiss while I'm fucking her, will you?"
Kelly strained forward to kiss me and she cried in ecstasy as the large dildo penetrated her, deeply. Our lips met and I tasted her sweet kiss for what probably was the last time. Our faces were together as she received her proper fucking, tears forming in her eyes. She looked as if in pain, but as Joanne settled down into her rhythm the look on Kelly's face turned from distress to one of contentment. Her hair settled on my face and she began to rock and sway with the motions.
I simply watched her get her fulfillment. What else could I do, given the circumstances? Joanne was powerful, unrelenting. Kelly hung in there and took it. And me, I cried softly, and my encased dick dripped in it's own sorrow. There would be no release, not this time, for me.
Page last updated 03-Jun-02 by: Altairboy@aol.com