My Wife Forced Me Into Being Cuckolded Male!

I couldn’t believe it!

Well that’s not strictly true, but the day I became a cuckolded male still came as a surprise.  The whirlwind romance with Samantha led to marriage in only three weeks. My family and friends thought I was crazy to go on holidays with a woman I just met. They thought I was even crazier when I came back with a wedding ring on my finger. But I was caught up in the moment and it seemed the right thing to do. I was sure what I was feeling was true love and believed it was the same for Samantha.

That morning I woke up to the life of a cuckold up is etched on my memory and I realized that my idea of true love and my new wife’s were something completely different. In the drowsiness of trying to shake sleep from my mind I thought I was still dreaming. The ties around my wrists were tightly secured to the metal headboard and as I came fully awake I realized what was happening was more than a dream.

What the…” I started as I pulled against the ties and struggled to release myself.

The soft laugh from the side of the bed made me stop and I turned to see Samantha watching me.

“Morning darling,” she said and laughed again. She seemed to be enjoying the confusion on my face.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Oh…,” she went on slowly. “I thought the time had come to show you who the boss in this marriage is.”

‘What?” I repeated as my confusion grew.

This only seemed to amuse Samantha more and her laughter got louder as she stood. I was suddenly aware of what she was wearing and the breath caught in my throat. The cute babydoll nightgown barely came to the top of her thighs and the sheer black material offered a hint that she was wearing nothing below it.

I do love you dear,” she said, “but…, you’re not the only man I think that about.”

The words brought my gaze up to meet hers.

This is a joke right,” I said, but the look on her face told me otherwise before she even spoke.

“No…, it’s true,” she went on. “And I need to keep you under control to make sure I can enjoy what my boyfriend gives me. It’s something you’ll never be able to.”

She grabbed the bed-covers and dragged them down my naked body until the small device came in view. My eyes opened wide as I stared at my penis, or more precisely what was strapped onto it.”

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A Male Chastity Device” Samantha said slowly. She stroked her fingers on the smooth metal then lifted the small padlock with one hand and revealed the key in her other. The situation seemed to be spiraling out of control by the second and I could only watch as she dropped the padlock and bent down to bring her mouth close to mine. I waited for the kiss, but it didn’t come and I felt the warmth of her breath on my ear as she moved to whisper to me.

“Like I said…, I need to keep you under control so I can take what my boyfriend gives me,” Samantha said.

“What are you talking about,” I exclaimed. “What boyfriend? I thought we were in love. I thought…”

“JOHN.”

Samantha’s loud shout stopped my words and I looked on in shock as the muscular man walked in the bedroom. The panic hit me and I struggled to get free, but the ties binding me to the headboard were too tight and in the end I had no choice but to give up.

“This is John,” Samantha introduced.

“Get out,” I shouted, but the humiliation kicked in as the two of them laughed then kissed.

“I told you he was small,” Samantha said as

she returned to the bed and lifted the chastity device.

It brought more laughter from John and my humiliation grew.

“Samantha,” I pleaded, but her look ended my words.

“You’re my cuckolded husband,” she taunted me as she continued to stroke her fingers on the metal of the device strapped around my penis. “This little thing won’t always satisfy me,” she went on. “Which is why I need, no I crave something more.” This was the day I became a cuckolded Male.  All I could do was watch as she moved to the side of the bed and beckoned John to approach. Her fingers worked the button and zipper at his waist free and she dragged down his jeans. I heard her gasp as she saw the signs of an erection already coming to life and as she stroked it through the thin material of boxer shorts it continued to grow. Samantha finally dragged the underwear down to let a massive erection spring up in front of her face.

“Oh yeah…,” she groaned as her fingers wrapped around the hardness.

I wanted to look away, but was transfixed by the sight of my new wife stroking touches up and down such a huge member. I felt the shame that was brought on by the hot rush of blood, but my penis was trapped in place by the chastity device and I had to control myself.  Samantha grabbed John’s hips and moved him so that she could turn and meet my gaze. The smile flashed across her face as she leaned forward to press her lips on the head of her boyfriend’s erection. It was torture to watch as she let the hardness slowly slip in her mouth, but I couldn’t look away. I wanted to shout stop, but knew I would be wasting my time. Her lips were stretched so wide by the thickness and she kept pushing down so she could take more. I was only as she gagged that she pulled back up and started to bob her head. The oral sex quickly became frantic as she lost herself in the thrill of it, and I had to endure listening to the excited groans of John. He finally grabbed her hair to stop her and pulled her off him.

Metal Chastity Device

“Get on the bed,” he ordered and Samantha did what she was told straight away.

She got on her hands and knees over me

and I looked up at the sheen of sweat on her forehead. The ecstasy of what was happening showed in her eyes as we locked gazes and I knew there was no point in pleading with her to stop. John grabbed the babydoll nightgown and dragged it from her body to leave her naked over me and he was quick to get on the bed behind my wife. A look of pure delight flashed across her face as the head of a huge, solid shaft pressed between her thighs. Her breathing quickened in expectation of the penetration and she closed her eyes when it came. I wanted to do the same as the torture of being a cuckolded male unfolded in all its glory above me, but could not. I watched my wife’s face as the thick erection plunged inside until she was taking every last inch. Even then she pushed back, desperate for more. Her eyes opened again and she winced as John’s fingers dug in her hips. As he held on, he started to thrust and Samantha’s body shook as the erotic onslaught on her naked body grew in ferocity. She started to moan as her passion climbed until it was almost overwhelming her.

The noises of frantic sex filled my ears and the humiliation burned on my cheeks. Samantha pushed back eagerly as John continued to thrust forward and their bodies slammed together forcefully as they took their pleasure from each other. Their moans grew louder until the thrill of the moment started to overwhelm them.  As the orgasm hit Samantha and ripped through her naked body she dropped her head down to kiss me. I could taste her sweat and her muffled groans were almost desperate as she succumbed to the attentions of her lover. Strong shudders wracked her body as her climax came to a peak. She pulled out of the kiss and grinned at me as John continued to pound forward until he could hold back no longer.

His loud groan signaled his release and Samantha convulsed as she was flooded with the seed of her lover. She grabbed hold of the chastity device as if to taunt me, while John unloaded everything he had inside what I thought was mine.  It was obvious that her body was not exclusively mine though and that I was going to have to live the life of a cuckolded male if I wanted to keep my wife. Knowing this was torture, but as Samantha looked at me I knew I couldn’t walk away from her.

“It feels so good,” she said as John left himself buried deep inside her until the power drained from his erection.

He wiped himself clean on her naked skin when he pulled out and was gone as quickly as he arrived. I could feel the drip of his seed landing on my body and wanted to pull away. It was impossible though. Samantha kissed me again and laughed as she got up to walk to the bathroom. It left me tied to the bed, with my penis still encased in the Key Male Chastity Device.

Torture,” I mumbled and the images of the sex remained in my head to taunt me of my new found life as I became a cuckolded male. There was nothing I could do though until Samantha returned and released me.

 

 

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