Chapter #7On to Chapter 1 by: Carl   CHAPTER 1
SATURDAY 16TH MAY 2015
I decided to open my account at the start of a couple of weeks that would completely turn our world upside down, arguably in a good way, but I'll let the reader decide. As I've already described, our amazing journey truly began as soon as we'd met, but it was certainly during this time we reached a significant point in its evolution.
Becky had been staying with her younger sister Joanne in the Midlands who had been having problems with a relationship, and Becky had gone to give her some support. She'd returned earlier that Saturday afternoon, showered and had just enjoyed an early evening meal which I'd cooked.
I put away the last of the meal dishes after washing up, and re-joined Becky where she was laying on her side on the long sofa in front of the television with her glass of wine standing on the coffee table nearby. She wore a thin, floppy jumper about three sizes too big for her, and nothing covering her long, silky smooth, bare legs that were tucked up to her stomach. With her head resting on the sofa arm, the jumper only just covered her G-string.
When I sat down next to her feet, she pushed herself up, took a sip of her wine, put it back down, turned and leaned across me putting her head on my lap while still facing the TV. Her head rested purposely on my crotch knowing it would cause a reaction, but she said nothing, preferring to maintain an act of innocence.
"What do you fancy doing now?" Becky asked me, provocatively.
"I can think of a couple of things I'd like to do," I answered.
She pushed herself up and looked at me suspiciously. "I hope you're not asking for something you're not allowed to ask for."
"No, honestly I wasn't." I actually was, but in a way that wouldn't get me into trouble.
"Because if you are, you know what it would mean, don't you?" she said, with a challenging, and yet amused look on her face.
"We'll do anything you like, Becky. Anything."
"Are you trying to wriggle out of it. Asking for it will result in an extension you know. I don't think you'd like two days added, would you? Or even longer."
My penis started to grow slightly in its confines just at the merest reference to sex with my beautiful wife.
"I suppose it is Saturday night and you must be ready though, poor baby with his nasty cockteasing wife. Don't worry, I've not forgotten about you. How could I?" She reached up and pecked me on the cheek before laying her head back down on my crotch.
We remained in that position for another ten minutes, Becky in a contented silence, me, reluctant to speak again in case I said the wrong thing. Although having not had any sexual relief since she'd gone away five days earlier and having been apart from her for that long, I could think of nothing else. I casually stroked her hair as I watched the TV keeping my eye on the clock with ten-o-clock approaching which meant the end of the program. Hopefully she'd suggest moving to the bedroom, I was desperate to feel her lovely naked skin and caress her breasts and bottom. I didn't realise, but I was actually manoeuvring Becky's head further towards my penis.
She noticed. "David, what are you doing?"
"Sorry," I gave an embarrassed chuckle, "I didn't realise."
"If you're feeling that horny, you'll just have to control yourself for a few minutes longer." She turned her head to give me a sexy little grin before resuming watching TV.
As soon as the program ended, she sat up and reached for the remote, switching off the TV. Climbing slowly onto my legs to straddle me, she pushed her long, dark hair over her shoulders and looked at me with her deep brown eyes.
"Before we do anything," she said, gently kissing my upper lip, "have you been thinking about the little proposition I made before I went away last week?" She kissed me again just as softly on the lips.
My penis was starting to twitch again, I couldn't help being so easily turned on by Becky who knew exactly how sexy she was and knew exactly how to use it. As to the proposition, I'd thought of little else since she'd mentioned it; it had certainly excited me, but it had also terrified the life out of me. She continued placing gentle kisses down my cheek, on my mouth, chin and neck. I was almost shaking with lust.
"Yes, I have, and it does excite me, but the thought of you with another man..."
She stopped the kisses. "But I've told you, it would mean absolutely nothing. I love you and you alone, I'd be doing this for you even more than for me."
"I believe you, but it doesn't stop me worrying."
"In the four years we've been together, three of which we've been married," she reminded me, "have I not been totally faithful to you. Have I not continually increased our sexual pleasure and improved on our tease and denial games? Even when you think it can't get any better, don't I always come up with something that makes it even more intense?"
I could only nod in agreement as I looked at my wife's beautiful, young, sexy face as she continued her argument.
"Haven't you been a bit worried and concerned every time I've come up with something new? But hasn't it always been good when we've done it?"
I had to admit, sex with Becky had been sensational to start with and because of the games we played, it had got even better. "Ok, you do always seem to know where to go next, and your ideas have continually intensified our fun, but we've never brought another person... another man into the equation."
"We would be using him. Yes, he would be getting pleasure, I'd be letting him use me. I'd be using him to frustrate you, but that's all it would be." She put her soft, warm hand on my cheek and gently stroked my face. "That's what you like isn't it, me being a completely cruel bitch to you." Her lips brushed mine.
She then abruptly pushed herself off me and took me by the hand. As she led me to the bedroom, she turned her head to look at me with that, oh so sexy smile. I was putty in her hands, but I loved it. She knew me so well, just how far to push for her new idea, and also when to pull back. She also knew I was close to giving in, but at that moment I wasn't ready to fully commit, and I knew she would leave it for the time being. She would let me mull it over in my mind before I eventually gave way as I always did. It was usually when I had finally realised it really would be for both our benefits.
For the moment, my penis was still trying to swell as we entered the bedroom, but unfortunately it was being greatly restricted in its confines. Darkness had nearly fallen, but the sea front with its bustling early summer nightlife was lit up right around to the far side of the small bay causing a faint glow of light to invade the bedroom through the open curtains of the balcony patio doors. An evening breeze blew in bringing a freshness and relief from the early summer humidity.
Becky switched on the light and twisted the control to dim them, then turned to me as we stood at the foot of the double bed. She reached up and put her arms around my neck and pulled me towards her. I put my arms around Becky's slim waste and held her as our mouths met, kissing gently at first, then as our tongues touched, our passion increased. The kissing was erotic, full of animal desire, and it was enhanced by the deep love we shared. For me, I was being driven wild with desire, and I knew Becky was the same. It always felt like it was her doing, she controlled everything, the power of the kissing, the closeness of our bodies, the lust that welled up inside us both.
She pulled her mouth away from mine and started to undo my shirt buttons. I sensed the unbridled lust that was flowing through her, it was flowing through me also. Her face was flushed, and she had that wicked grin that indicated her desperation to find relief for herself from her intense arousal. Her hair was wild as she quickly pushed my opened shirt back over my shoulders, then onto her knees she unfastened my trousers and pulled them and my boxers down. She sat back on her heals and looked lustfully at me as I stepped out of my pants. I was naked... almost.
From her kneeling position, Becky reached her hand towards my penis and wrapped it around the hard plastic cage that it was trapped in. She reached underneath my testicles and felt the small padlock that kept everything secure. She knew how frustrated I was because my penis had grown as much as it was able within its confines, which was virtually nothing.
I was desperate to feel a full erection, but the restriction of the plastic ribs held my penis at slightly more than its flaccid size. I had worn it for five days, and even without her being with me, it's amazing how many times a man gets an erection for no reason, like first thing of a morning. In fact, the very presence of the cage reminded me of sex, which resulted in my penis always trying to get hard. When unaroused, the cock cage, along with my balls, would swing to and fro easily, but when my penis was bursting to grow in its prison, it became rigid with little movement. This was how it was at this moment, and Becky gloried in her cruel power.
"It's been a while since I've felt your tongue on my pussy, how frustrated do you think I am?" she said, as if unaware of how frustrated I was.
My mouth was so dry that my words came out jerkily. "I've missed giving you pleasure with my tongue. You know I'll try and make it up to you."
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