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After an exhilarating evening with J, he dropped me off at home. As I stepped inside, I called out to my husband, who was engrossed in a client meeting in his study. With a quick wave, I slipped into our bedroom, my body heavy with exhaustion and a lingering ache from the intense night with J.

Seeking solace, I poured two glasses of wine—one for me, one for my husband. I handed him his glass, mentioning I was heading for a shower, and made my way to the bathroom. Sinking into the warm embrace of the bathtub, wine in hand, I let the tension melt away. The sensation was pure bliss, and I lingered, eyes closed, enveloped in tranquility.

After a while, my husband joined me, settling across from me in the tub. When I opened my eyes, he inquired about my business meeting, his work evidently finished. We lingered there, savoring the quiet intimacy. Eventually, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me from the bathroom. My senses were softened by wine, fatigue, and relaxation, my eyes fluttering shut—until we entered the bedroom.

What greeted me was a breathtaking shock. Our familiar bedroom had transformed into a sultry, crimson-lit haven, adorned with an array of BDSM props. My mind reeled, yet a shiver of anticipation coursed through me, my body betraying my excitement despite the lingering soreness. My pulse quickened, and a familiar warmth spread within me, sensing what was to come.

Without a word, my husband lowered me onto the bed. The room was cloaked in silence, charged with unspoken desire. Still bare from the bath, I watched as he deftly bound my wrists, then my ankles, leaving me vulnerable and breathless. My heart raced, my body responding eagerly, arousal evident in the dampness trailing down my thighs. His eyes gleamed with a primal hunger, fueled by my evident desire.

Breaking the quiet, I murmured, “Honey, what’s this surprise? I’m exhausted, but you’ve ignited something in me—please, don’t make me wait.” In that moment, I couldn’t fathom his thoughts, but later I realized his mind was consumed with images of my night with J. This was his reclaiming, his way of unleashing his own desires, transforming him into something untamed.

That night, he was a force—wild, unrestrained, unlike anything I’d known. We delved into an intense BDSM dance, each moment a delicious blend of pain and pleasure, his dominance a fierce reclamation of me. He claimed me fully, using me with an intensity that left no doubt of his intent, though he never mentioned witnessing my encounter with J at the hotel.

The next day, I indulged in rest, my body and mind still reeling from the night’s fervor. I ignored J’s calls and messages, caught up in my own exhilaration. In the next chapter, I’ll reveal why J was so insistent with his outreach—and what bold plans my husband had in store for his adventurous wife

Last winter, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of secrets and desires. I had been dating my co-worker, J, for a few months, our connection a spark that ignited quickly. Unbeknownst to him initially, I was also entangled with my boss, K, a fact that J soon discovered. The revelation only seemed to fuel his passion, adding an edge to our encounters.

One chilly evening, I told my husband I was attending a business meeting, a convenient excuse to slip away to a luxurious hotel with J. Dressed in a daringly short dress and heels that clicked confidently on the marble floors, I felt a rush of anticipation. Little did I know, fate had other plans. My husband, by sheer coincidence, had a client meeting at the same hotel. As I strolled through the lobby with J, my husband’s eyes caught the sight of me—his wife, not in a boardroom but in a provocative outfit, heading toward a hotel room with another man. Oblivious to his presence, I continued with J, my heart racing with the thrill of the moment.

Once inside the opulent honeymoon suite, the air crackled with electricity. J pressed me against the wall, his lips tracing a fiery path along my neck, his hands warm and possessive. My dress, barely covering me, left little to the imagination, and I had already teased him earlier in the parking lot, slipping off my undergarments and handing them to him with a playful smirk—a promise of what was to come.

The intensity between us was undeniable. I sank to my knees, overwhelmed by the heat of the moment, and our connection deepened with every shared breath. J’s commanding presence stirred something wild in me, and I surrendered to the moment, lost in the dance of desire. We shared a bottle of wine in the warm, rose-petal-strewn jacuzzi, the water soothing yet amplifying the tension between us. Laughter and whispers filled the air as we indulged in the decadence of the night.

J had confided in me about his fantasies of dominance, a world of control and surrender that intrigued me. I, too, found thrill in submission, especially with someone as passionate as J. Teasing him, I pushed his buttons, my words daring and provocative.

“Show me your fire, J,” I whispered, challenging him with a mischievous grin. “Make me feel it.”

His response was immediate, a storm unleashed. He called me names that sent shivers down my spine, his voice rough with desire. With a swift motion, he bound my wrists with his belt, positioning me on the bed, vulnerable yet exhilarated. The sharp sting of his touch was a jolt, a mix of shock and thrill that set my senses alight. Though a fleeting thought warned me I might have awakened a beast, my body craved more, responding to his intensity with equal fervor. His rhythm was relentless, each moment pushing me to the edge, my breaths heavy, my mind lost in the storm of sensation.

The night blurred into a series of passionate encounters, each one leaving me breathless yet craving more. By morning, my body was both sated and hungry, and we stole one final moment before leaving the hotel, the memory of the night etched into every fiber of my being.

As I left the hotel, questions lingered in the air. What awaited me at home? How would my husband react to what he had witnessed? The story is far from over, and the answers lie in the chapters yet to come.

I suppose it happens in many marriages that after a couple of decades sex gets a little stale. Certainly my husband had lost a lot of his spark and once both our children were away at university I started to get a little bored. I started hanging around internet chat sites, occasionally flirting online with the safety of partial anonymity. Until I encountered a 20-year old student and the flirting turned into something more. Eventually I found myself, while my husband was at work, in my car driving the fifteen miles to his college.

We met at Costa on his college’s campus and, after coffee, hurried to his hall of residence. Once inside his hands were on my body; my full mature breasts and my ample arse. Our mouths ground at each other, our tongues entwining. I was pulling at his shirt to get at his firm young torso. Soon we were naked.

I sat on the edge of his bed, put my hands on his slim hips and drew him closer, between my legs. His cock was already hard and I opened my mouth and took it in. He quivered and moaned as I sucked on it slowly and sensually, taking pride in my ability to make this young man gasp with pleasure., cupping his balls in my hand.

I moved further up the bed and spread my legs, drawing him to me and guiding his head between my soft thighs, feeling his tongue on my pussy I wriggled to help him find my most sensitive parts and moaned as  he began to tease and torment them. Though inexperienced he was a quick learner and soon his tongue found my engorged clit. The pleasure in my crotch grew and swelled until it filled my body and I came, pressing his face to my pussy with my quivering thighs.

He moved up my body and I felt the tip of his thick hard cock at my entrance . Looking up at him I whispered “Fuck me” and shuddered in delight as his shaft stretched me inside until I was gorgeously and satisfyingly full. He started to fuck me slowly and deliciously then, as the pleasure and excitement built, began to drive into me with all the energy and vigour of youth as I writhed beneath him.

Pushing him off I straddled him and, my heart pounding, impaled myself on his hard young cock and began to ride it urgently, my hips grinding on him and his hands on my tits. All thoughts of husband home and children were gone as I exulted, for the first time in perhaps more than fifteen years, in a simple, raw, uncomplicated fuck. When I came it was like a train roaring through my body and I collapsed forward onto him. I could feel his cock continuing to pound into me as my pussy clutched at it. I felt it swell inside me and heard a roar in my ear as, with deep, long thrusts he emptied himself in my mature married pussy

This is the conversation my wife had with me last night after her Bull dropped her off after a date. She was sitting on the couch and I was kneeling at her feet wearing only panties and my chastity cage:

“Crawl up here cucky and talk to me. Did you think about the reasons you didn’t get to Be on our date with us tonight”

“Yes my Queen”

“Do you regret pestering me about getting a release?”

“yes I do my Queen”

“Good. Now tell me why I have my husband in chastity and a Black boyfriend to take care of my sexual needs”

“Because I am a little-dicked white-boy and he is an Alpha male who can please you in ways I cannot Goddess”

“Yes he is a superior Alpha male. You could never please me like he can. What else are you?”

“I’m your cuck husband”

“Yes you are my pussy-free cuckold husband aren’t you. You don’t deserve to have your little dick in pussy do you?”

“No Goddess”

“You only deserve to have my pussy one way don’t you cucky”

“Yes Ma’am”

“And what is the only way you get my pussy?”

“I get to lick it after he has filled it full of his superior seed my Queen”. “Thats right. And he made quite the mess tonight. Now crawl up here and get busy.”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Before you do, I want to hear you beg me not to release you”

“please don’t release me from my chastity cage my Queen. I don’t deserve to cum. I don’t deserve to be released. Please forgive me for asking earlier and thank you for letting me clean up his mess.”

“Good boy. Now get up here and get busy and when you are done I expect you to call him and thank him for fucking your wife and for leaving a nice mess for you to lick up”