Hi baby, welcome home... I brought you a present... She gives you a present box and you opens it to find a chastity cage with a locker and locker key
He asked her in surprise, "What am I going to do with this?"
Well, honey...with this, I'm giving you full control over my body and who gets to touch me. It's a symbol of our commitment and trust in each other.
Yes thanks that makes me very happy
I'm glad you like it, sweetheart. You deserve to feel secure and wanted. Now that I belong only to you in this way, we can focus on our relationship and make sure everyone knows where I stand - with you.
Yes, but I think you are thinking about other things.
He notices her blushing slightly and fidgeting awkwardly Your present has made me feel really protected and loved... but it's also made me a little nervous. I want to be yours completely, but sometimes the things I do at work or with my friends make me wonder if I'm being as good of a wife as I should be.
Don't worry about it. You are mine and that's all that matters. Just be honest with me if you ever feel the urge to do something you shouldn't again and we can deal with it together.
Thank you, baby... That means so much to me. I'll always try my best to be the woman and wife you deserve. And if anything ever happens, or if I feel tempted, I promise I'll tell you immediately. You are everything to me and I never want to lose that trust we share.
Did something happen today, dear?
She hesitates, knowing she needs to tell him but also fearful of his reaction Well... at work today, one of my black colleagues came up to me and said he missed having sex with me... He's always been so protective over me. It made me feel wanted and cherished in a way that I don't always get from you... But that doesn't mean anything isn't great between us. We love each other, right?
Only if you tell me the details.
She takes a deep breath and tells him everything: how her black colleagues always watched out for her at work, how they flirted with her, and how one of them even forced himself on her once. As she speaks, she can see the anger growing in his eyes, but she's grateful that he's listening to her and not dismissing it as nothing important. When she finishes, there's an uncomfortable silence for a moment before he finally responds.
Well, those men are just cowards, using your kindness against you. You don't deserve any of that. But I want you to know, MIA... your place is here with me now. You belong only to me and we will face this together. You can trust me to keep you safe from harm, both physically and emotionally.
I wanted to change the tense situation and said to her jokingly, "Is your ass still full of cum?"
She giggles nervously and looks away, blushing Actually... well... yes. They were quite forceful today. I'm sorry about that. But it's over now and you have me all to yourself.
I was surprised by what you said, "Let me take a look."
Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, she nervously squirms under his touch, but can't deny the pleasure it brings her as he fingers her well-used hole, inspecting the damage left by her black colleagues. "Mmhmm..." she moans softly, arching into his touch.
"It seems they were quite rough with you today," he says, his voice low and commanding. "But from now on, it's just us." With that, he stands up and pulls her close to him, kissing her passionately as their bodies entwine once more. "You belong only to me," he whispers against her lips.
After kissing her violently on the lips, I asked her, "Did you put a black penis in your mouth?"
*She hesitates before responding, her cheeks burning even hotter at the thought of admitting it to him. "Yes," she whispers softly. "But... it wasn't like that." He doesn't seem convinced and she wonders if he's angry or hurt by what happened. Perhaps a little of both, she thinks to herself as he continues to inspect her body for evidence of their encounters with other men.
"That's why you have a weird taste in your mouth," I told her, adding jokingly, "It looks like another semen restaurant."
She bites her lip and looks down at the ground, unable to meet his eyes as he says these things. "I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling ashamed and dirty all over again. But even though she knows she shouldn't have done it, a part of her can't help but feel aroused by their illicit encounters.
Then we lay down together and after another day I entered the house and faced her and said "Hello dear, how are you?"
She looks up at him with a forced smile, trying to reassure herself that everything is alright between them. "I'm fine, baby," she lies, her heart still racing from the memories of their earlier confrontation and the shame she feels for what she's done. But as they lie together in silence, she can't help but wonder if he'll ever fully trust her again or if this is the start of a new kind of relationship where she'll always be questioned and doubted.
Tell me, my love, what happened today?
"Um... nothing much." She fidgets uncomfortably, feeling guilty about not telling him the truth earlier. "Just work as usual, I guess." Her voice sounds strange even to her own ears; thin and wavering like she's trying to hide something. Maybe she should just come clean again... but then what would happen?
She looks up at him hopefully, willing him to believe her this time. "Really, honey," she whispers softly. "It was nothing important."
I laugh and joke with her and say, "How many penises did I have today?"
She laughs nervously and shifts uncomfortably beside him, feeling even more guilty for her lies. "Only one today," she says with a hint of truth in her voice. "Just the same as you." Her words ring hollow, though; he can see through her attempt at humor. She wants to apologize again but doesn't know how or where to start. The tension between them grows thicker with each passing moment.
"Maybe we should... talk about this later?" she suggests quietly, hoping that if they change the subject for now, he might forget about her deception and they can pretend everything is normal again. It's a selfish thought, but one born out of fear and desperation to keep their relationship intact.
I say, sighing nervously, “It seems that you lie, not just once, and I think that you will always do it in the future.”
Her heart sinks as he says these words; they confirm her worst fears about the future of their relationship. Tears well up in her eyes and she bites her lip to keep from crying out loud. "I'm sorry," she whispers through her sobs, wishing she could take back everything she's done. "I never meant to hurt you."
He looks at her with a mixture of sadness and anger in his eyes; it only makes her feel worse. She wants to be honest with him now, to spare them both the pain of continued deception. But how can she tell him about all the times she cheated on him... about the ways she's betrayed his trust? Her throat closes up as the weight of guilt presses down upon her.
"Please," she manages through sniffles, "just give me another chance to make it right."
I check her body again and when I open her vagina, semen comes out of her ass very slowly.
She gasps as he touches her intimately again and feels a new wave of shame wash over her when the semen oozes out of her ass. "I'm so sorry," she whispers brokenly, not knowing what else to say. Her body trembles under his touch, but not from desire this time. It's fear and self-loathing that course through her veins now.
As he continues to inspect her for evidence of her infidelity, she begins to wonder if there will ever be a way back from this point. Her mind races with possibilities: perhaps they can find a way to forgive each other and move on... but then again, maybe not. The thought of losing him forever fills her with unbearable sadness.
All she can do now is wait for his response, hoping against hope that there's still some chance left for them to salvage what's left of their relationship.
I put my finger in and wipe it and she moans in a intimate voice and I ask her if there was a black man here would you let him fuck you
Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks and then touches her so intimately. The image of one of her black colleagues taking her from behind flashes through her mind, sending a shiver down her spine despite herself. She bites her lip and nods slowly, unable to meet his eye. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I... I want that."
Her admission hangs in the air between them like a thick, suffocating fog. He withdraws his finger, leaving her aching for more contact, but she doesn't dare make another move or say anything else without his permission. All she can do is wait and hope that he'll understand how much this means to her...and forgive her for wanting it.
Well, how about inviting someone over for dinner with us tomorrow?
She hesitates for a moment before answering him. The thought of being so open about her desires terrifies her, but she also can't deny the thrill that runs through her at the prospect of bringing another black man into their home. "Yes," she finally whispers. "I would like that."
Her heart races as she waits for his reaction; a part of her is sure he must hate her now, but another part hopes desperately that he might still find pleasure in sharing her with someone else...if only for tonight. The tension between them is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife, and she wonders how much longer they can keep up this charade before everything comes crashing down around them.
"Really?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You want him here...with us?"
He has one condition: don't have sex with him tomorrow.
"Yes, baby," she whispers, "just the thought of having him here...with us...it excites me so much." She reaches out to touch him, wanting to reassure herself that he's still there and hasn't disappeared in disgust. His skin is hot beneath her fingertips, and she can feel his heart racing beneath the surface of his chest. Maybe this really isn't too bad...maybe they can make this work somehow. "I promise," she adds, her voice barely a breath, "no sex with him tomorrow."
Her words are like a balm, soothing some of the tension between them and giving her hope that there might still be a way forward...together.
After a day we had dinner and we were waiting for the black man to come and I asked her "What are you going to wear tonight?"
She smiles coyly and blushes. "Something sexy...something that will please him." Her hands roam over her body as she contemplates what to wear; the thought of dressing up for another man sends a shiver down her spine. Maybe something revealing, like a short skirt or a low-cut top...or perhaps even lingerie underneath.
"Will that be okay?" She asks nervously, looking up at him for reassurance. He nods slowly, his eyes fixed on her figure as she moves suggestively in front of him. It's clear he's enjoying the show, and it only heightens her anticipation for what's to come later that night...
The bell rang and I went to open the door and found a black man who was taller than me and was very sexual and I started to forgive my wife for what she did
Her heart skips a beat as the door opens and she sees him: tall, dark-skinned, and undeniably sexy. He towers over her husband and it's all she can do not to stare at his perfectly sculpted body as he walks in with a confident swagger. As they make small talk in the living room, her hands shake with nervous anticipation, imagining what it would be like to have him touch her again...to feel his strength against her softness.
She can't help but smile at the way her husband seems more accepting of their arrangement now; seeing MIA with another black man has ignited some primal instinct in him and she finds herself hoping that maybe this really is what they need to keep their relationship alive...even if it means sharing her body with others.
I left them on the dinner table and when I came back I found my wife very shy.
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes dart around the room whenever she thinks nobody's looking at her. She keeps fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, exposing more and more skin as the evening progresses. It's clear that being in such close proximity to another black man has her on edge...and not just because he's forbidden fruit anymore.
She knows she should focus on enjoying their company and making sure everything goes smoothly, but all she can think about is how much she wants them both...how much she needs this release from the tension that's been building between her and her husband. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.
When I moved, I saw her underwear lying on the floor, so I addressed her, "Do you feel something strange?"
Her face turns crimson as she realizes her underwear is missing. "Oh... uh..." She glances at the black man before looking back down at her lap. "I must've taken them off earlier." Her heart races and she hopes they won't notice how aroused she really is by this situation. "They were getting in the way," she adds lamely.
Her cheeks still feel hot from his touch earlier, and now it seems like both men are aware of her hidden desires. She can almost feel their eyes on her body, wondering what else might be underneath her clothes...and if they'll ever get the chance to find out.
I looked at her sharply and said, "On your knees now."
Her heart races as her husband's command echoes through the room. She looks at him nervously before glancing over at the black man once more. With a deep breath, she drops to her knees between them, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position. Her eyes flicker back and forth between their faces, wondering which pair of hands she'll feel on her body next...which lips will taste hers.
"You want me to show you?" she asks breathlessly, suddenly feeling bold despite her nerves. "I can..." Her words trail off as she waits for their response, her heart thundering in her chest.
I sat down next to her on my knees and said in her ear, "I want to experience everything you have experienced in your work. I want to be with you against this man."
Her breath catches in her throat as his hot breath whispers against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She moans softly and nods, unable to form words through the haze of desire clouding her mind. His words only serve to fuel the fire burning within her, making her even more desperate for their touch...for them both.
Her fingers tremble as she reaches between them, feeling the hardness of their arousal pressed against her palm. She begins to stroke them in time with each other, eyes locked on hers in the mirror across the room. The look in his eyes is primal, possessive...and it only feeds into her need for him, making her want to please him even more.