Marriage Experiment Gone Wrong (3 page)

“So it was … good then?” I was confused. I mean, it had seemed good when I had watched, but it had also seemed like she was being abused. I really thought he had been too much for poor, reserved Diane.

She took another sip and another deep breath. “Wow. How do I describe it? All my life, I have been making love to one man. It’s been … nice. Quiet. I think we know that you are a decent man but not the greatest lover. Oh, don’t get upset – that’s why you wanted to find me someone like Marcus, right?”

I could only nod.

“So… On a scale of one to ten, let’s say you were a three.
Or four. Well, three. Okay? On that same scale, Marcus is a …” She screwed up her face as if thinking hard. “… about a hundred and five!”

I sank back on my haunches, shocked.
“That … good?”

“You make love to me like butterfly kisses,” she continued. “Marcus… well, Marcus
owns
me. He treats my body like his own personal playground. Marcus sends me places I’ve only read about in books! Oh my.”

I stood up and poured myself a glass of wine. I’m not
much of a drinker, but I felt I needed it. I took a big swallow.

I had a question to ask and it was a big one. “So…” I began, trying to sound casual, “did you get it out of your system, then?”

I watched her expression. She blinked and gave her shoulders a little shake and sat there for a few minutes. I almost repeated the question and held off. A long moment passed before she said, “Oh hell no!”

Her words were like a stab to my heart. “But honey! We agreed! It was just going to be a one-time thing!”

She stared up at me. “For twenty years, I’ve been the faithful wife. I’ve raised our kids, I’ve slept with you every night. Whenever you wanted to make love, I was there for you, even though I wasn’t getting all I needed out of it. I know you know what I’m talking about. So one day, after the kids are gone, you surprise me by telling me it would turn you on if I fooled around. Cuckolding, it’s called, Bob. I looked it up. I’m not naïve. I felt shy about it, because I’ve always been the dutiful wife, quiet and circumspect. But then, I thought, hell, why not? Why not experience something I’ve never really had before? And Marcus was very nice! I mean, polite. He was a gentleman. So I thought, just like you, that I would do this and ‘get it out of my system’ and we’d go on from there.”

She paused to take another sip of wine. I tried to absorb what she was telling me.

“So he comes over and … wow. I mean, WOW! I have never felt anything like that in twenty years. Hell, longer. I didn’t I was capable of it! Now, I admit, I’m all worn out. I’m frazzled. But if you ask me in a day or two if I’m willing to give it all up, well, I have to tell you, Bob…” She shook her head, “Hell no!”

“So… you want to see Marcus again?”

She nodded. “Marcus. Maybe one or two of his friends. Ralph, down at the grocery store, who I’ve been flirting with for ten years… Yeah. I’m ready. I’m ready to live!”

“But… But…” I was sputtering.

“Oh, come on, Bob, you know you love it. Otherwise, you would never have brought it up. You have your fantasies, now I have mine!”

A question surfaced in my brain and in my emotional state, I allowed it to slip to my tongue before I could apply the censors. “
Do you think I could watch sometime?” I knew, as soon as I had said it, that it marked me as a pathetic cuckold, just like she said.

Her expression was more of a sneer.
“Maybe. If you’re good.”

Everything changed after that night. For twenty years, I had had a loyal wife and now, because of some crazy fantasy of mine, it all came apart. Marcus became a regular part of our lives. And his buddy, Leon, as well. And yes, Ralph from the grocery store, although he just lasted one time. Apparently, his white cock didn’t do it for her. Diane had become addicted to big black cocks.

And me?
Well, I guess you could say I got what I deserved. Diane started treating me differently from that night on. She was almost scornful of my pathetic attempts to make love to her. She’d tell me she wasn’t in the mood or she was too sore. I knew she just didn’t want to bother with me. She’d had enough of my unsatisfying love-making efforts.

“But
Diane,” I said at one point, about three weeks after she had started her new life, “what about me? I have needs too!”

She sneered. “You
had
needs. Your needs have been met for twenty years and now it’s my turn. Besides, doesn’t it turn you on to think about me with Marcus?”

“Well, yeah,” I had to admit. “But I never thought I’d be … banned from your body!”

“You’ll just have to get used to it.”

“But … but… I should at least be allowed to watch!” So far, I hadn’t been invited into the bedroom and had to survive on the occasional peek.

“What’s the point? It’s not like you’re going to learn some new techniques or anything. What I need now it a big black cock – can you provide that? No. So forget it.”

I suddenly felt very inadequate. “Hey, that’s not fair.”

“It’s just the truth, Bob.” She paused and looked off into the distance. “There
is
something we could try that would make you feel more like a part of the action, but I don’t know if you’d want to try it.”

“Yes!” I said at once. “Please! What do I have to do?”

“Lock up your dick in one of those little cages.”

I was stunned. “What?
Hell no!”

She shrugged. “Up to you – I can’t force you to do it. But if you did, you’d be allowed to lick my pussy regularly. Plus, Marcus might feel more inclined to invite you into the bedroom.”

“But … what about making love?”

She gave me a pitying look. “Like I said, Bob, you had your fun.”

She left it up to me and I held out for two weeks – two weeks of being banned from the bedroom when Marcus or Leon came over and rejected by my wife in between times. I even offered to give her oral sex if I could be close to her body but she refused.

“No,” she told me, “not until your cock is safely locked up. Marcus doesn’t want that little thing around my pussy anymore.”

  So I gave in. I ordered a cock cage. Diane helped me pick out a nice steel one. She informed me that I would not have control of the key and if I begged her to unlock me, she’d give the key to Marcus. I would be screwed if that happened.

While we waited for it, an odd thing happened. The night we ordered it, Diane told me I could make love to her. I was startled – and instantly aroused.
It had been a month. “All right!” I said as we made our way to bed.

“Just don’t come inside me,” she added and I paused.

“What?”

“You heard me. You can come on top of my pussy, if you’d like.”

Normally, we only use condoms when it’s near her fertile time of the month. She can’t take the pill – something about her hormones. I knew she was safe tonight and I should be allowed to come inside her, but her offer sounded better than nothing, so that’s what we did. I almost forgot but at the last second, I pulled out and squirted my small offering on her mound.

“Good boy,” she told me, like I was a dog or something. “Now, clean me off, please.” She pushed my head down.

“Let me get a tissue,” I protested.

“No!” She said it so sharply, I was taken aback.

“Lick it up. Be a good boy and you can fuck me again later.”

She didn’t have to say that twice! I didn’t know what had come over her, but I wasn’t about to argue. I bent down and licked up all my seed, not finding it too bad at all. She snuggled with me and told me I had done a good job.

The next night, Marcus came over and they were kept busy all evening. I had to go sleep in the guest room, which was fast becoming my regular stop. I could hear them in there and it sounded like she was having another out-of-body experience. I could never get her to come like that!

On the third night, Diane told me she was sore, but I would be allowed to jerk off on her body because I had been so good in agreeing to wear the cage. After listening to them the previous night, I was pretty horny, so I agreed at once. She just lay there while I
beat off, smiling now and then. When I came, it squirted all the way up to her breasts. She made a face and said, “Clean me up, honey.”

I hesitated and she didn’t have to say a word. She just shot me this warning look and I bent down and began to clean her off with my tongue. I still wasn’t sure why she was making me do it.

The package came the next day and Diane made a big production of it. She opened it and pulled out all the pieces and started reading the directions. Marcus was coming over later that night and I hoped we could have some private time before he got there. “I don’t really want to share this with Marcus,” I told her. “I feel inadequate enough as it is.”

“
We’ll see. You have been a good boy, haven’t you? Why don’t you go into the shower and shave your balls and cock, then come out and I’ll help put it on.”

“What? You want me to … what?”

“You heard me. The instructions say it will pinch and pull out your hairs anyway, so it’s for your own comfort.”

That did make some sense and I certainly did not want my hairs pulled
out! So I went in and shaved, feeling like a twelve-year-old kid again. Diane made me lie on the bed while she lay out the equipment. It took her a few minutes to figure out how it all fit together. It felt very strange – and confining – to have it put on. I started to get hard at one point and Diane simply slapped my cock, causing it to shrink.

“Hey!”

“That’s what the directions say!” she told me. “It’s either that or ice.”

I managed to keep my composure during the remainder of the procedure.
When I heard that lock click into place, I wondered how often I’d be released. It was a question I should’ve asked before, but I was thinking so much about having more access to Diane’s body, I neglected to. She held up the key, which was on a fine chain, and announced, “Now I’m going to have to hide this when you’re at work.”

“How long do I have to wear it?” I finally asked her.

She tipped her head and smiled at me. “It says that three months, initially, is best.”

“Three months! No way! I can’t stand to have this on for three months!” I had been thinking it was more of a party game thing. Bring it out when we felt sexy and put it away later. I never expected I’d have to wear it to work!

“That’s what it says,” she insisted. “For best results, I mean. Let’s leave it on for a week, just to get you used to it, okay?”

I grumbled before I agreed. A week didn’t seem so bad. Little did I
know.

When Marcus came by, I hoped Diane would keep my little secret. It embarrassed me to no end to be without a working cock after forty-five years. Nor did I know what would happen when I became aroused. I just knew it wouldn’t be good.

But Diane told Marcus right away, much to my total embarrassment. He insisted on seeing it and I tried to bargain. “I’ll show you mine if I can watch you guys.” I said. Yeah, it sounded pathetic to my ears too.

Surprisingly, he agreed. “Now that you’re off limits, I suppose you can watch for a little while,” he said.

Diane just nodded, following Marcus’s lead. I was thrilled!

He made me unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants to show him. He stared at it like a hawk might look at a mouse.

“Wow,” he finally said, “you’re really locked up, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah – just for a week,” I said. “We’re experimenting.”

“A week?” He frowned and looked at Diane. “I thought we agreed to three months.”

They had talked about this beforehand? That’s when I started to realize I was in trouble.

“Just a week to start,” she said. “I told him if he bugs me too much about it, I’d give the key to you.”

“Good. I know what to do with the key,” he said, miming flushing it down the toilet. I vowed right then and there not to cause Diane to give up the key.

When the time came, I felt like I had been giving a back-stage pass. I followed them into the bedroom and was ordered to sit in a chair across the room. I didn’t complain – it was a darned sight better than peeking through a crack in the door!

It was amazing to see close-up what a slut Diane had become for Marcus. I mean, she did things with him that I never thought she’d do in a million years! She had sucked my cock maybe three times during our marriage, and most of that was in the first year. She jumped on his cock like it was nectar of the gods, taking him deep into her throat. I could see this was a regular part of their love-making. She’d get him all hard and ready for her and at the same time, cause her pussy to lubricate up to get ready for the monster.

Marcus’s hands were all over her body, rubbing her, pinching nipples, slapping her cute bottom. I could see how excited she was getting. It made me ashamed I hadn’t taken as much time whenever we made love. I vowed to do better – once I was released.

“Bob, get over here,” I heard Marcus bark and I jumped up, startled. I came forward and he said, “Now that I know you’re safe, go ahead and prepare your wife for my cock.”