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 My marriage to Marie had been great if not perfect but then a few years ago
our sex life became stale.  We made love as more of a household duty, such
as cleaning the bathroom or cutting the lawn.  We had long ago given up
trying to get my wife to climax as I penetrated her, and now we always
began with me giving Marie oral sex as she sat on my face.  After she was
satisfied she would slide down my body and mount me until I achieved
orgasm. On many occasions, Marie would just give up and then mount me as if
she were bored with the whole thing.  I couldn't help but think she was
blaming me for her not orgasming.

   As for me, I always came but only after thinking of some sexual fantasy.
The more I did this the more I had to stretch my imagination to achieve my
goal.  I soon found myself in a number of scenarios involving my wife
humiliating me in some form or another.  My most erotic was of my wife
making love to another man as I watched.

   One night after another of our one sided acts of sex I asked Marie if
she ever thought about sexy things while I tried to orally please her.  She
told me never and then asked if I ever did, when I said yes, she of course,
wanted to know what I thought about.  Thinking I was about to reach that
next sexual level I told her I fantasized about her with another man.  The
look on her face showed me I had made a big mistake, then as mad as I'd
ever seen her she asked me what kind of a man would want his wife to cheat
on him.  I tried to tell her that if I knew about it then it wouldn't be
cheating.  She got out of bed and as she headed towards the bathroom she
told me that I'd better spend the night in the guest room.

   I had a terrible night as all the thoughts and fears running through my
head combined with the terrible mattress on our hide-abed sofa and I hardly
slept at all.  I awoke late and Marie had already left for work, I called
her cell but it went right to voice mail so I knew she had refused my call.
I went to work with the worry of losing my wife sitting in my stomach like
a rock.  That night I came home to an empty house and a note on the dinning
room table.  I was sure she was leaving me but instead it simply said, I'll
be home late.  At ten, too tired to worry I went to bed, our bed, and fell
asleep instantly.  I awoke to the overhead light going on and through eyes
half blinded by the glaring light watched Marie take her dress off and sit
on the bed beside me.  She said, be a dear and take my shoes off, like it
was a request but it sounded to me more like an order.  I got out of bed
and on my knees before her, to be like this gave me such a sexual rush and
after taking her shoes off I began to massage her feet.  She told me it
felt good and I looked up to her to see her actually smile at me but as I
started to look back at her feet I noticed a wet spot in the crotch of her
panties.

   Showing more boldness than I thought I possessed I stood up and sat next
to her I said, Marie we have to talk.  She pushed me down and then climbed
on my face pushing her sodden panties onto my lips.  Was my wife filled
with the cum of another man, I couldn't be certain but then what else could
it be.  She leaned back a little to look me in the eyes I took this chance
to free my mouth from her sex and to ask her if she's been with someone
else.  She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back into her sex, then she
told me that what she did was none of my business and then proceeded to
have a thunderous orgasm.

   "Roger I no longer consider you man enough to be my husband but after
thinking on it today I've decided to keep you around more like, for want of
a better word, a servant than a husband." That was when I came in my
pajamas.

   As I look back and think of all the changes in our lives since that
fateful night it's hard to believe it was only a few short weeks ago.  To
our adult children and the outside world we appeared as husband and wife
but behind closed doors I was treated more as her lackey than mate.  I was
sure she had a lover but she would not discuss it, she came and went as she
pleased and I never knew if she'd be home or not when I got there.  The
only sex I was having was giving her oral and this was usually after she
came home late.  As I worked my tongue into the folds of her sex I kept
trying to determine if there was residue from a lover coating her womb, but
I could not say for sure.  When she felt sated, she would get off me and go
shower, leaving me aroused but unsatisfied.

   I decided to do some investigating and I started with her dirty clothes
hamper.  I found a pair of underwear near the top and took them out for
closer inspection.  The gusset was crusted with a thick white stain, so
heavy it cracked when I bent them in my hand.  Was this cum, I just didn't
know and I brought them closer to my face.  I put my nose right in the
middle but nothing and then in a rare bit of bravado I put my tongue to the
thick coating.  There was no taste but the thought of what I was doing
aroused me and soon I had my penis out and I was abusing it like a
teenager. As I neared my destination I wrapped my self in the gauzy
material and then I heard my wife scream, "what are you doing?" Just like
that my orgasm, my erection, even my arousal were gone to be replaced with
abject embarrassment.  She went to our bedroom and slammed the door and I
knew it was another night on the hide-abed for me.

   The next day she came home from work late again and when she woke me up
she was holding a box in her hand.  "Roger I have been studying your
perversions on line and I think I've found the answer for our problem." She
opened the box to show me a devise I'd only seen on some of the porn sites
I'd found on the internet.  "Roger I've been concerned that since I've stop
doing my wifely duties with you," (she said with me, did that mean she was
doing them with someone else), "I'm worried about your fidelity and after
catching you...  and with my good panties, I knew what I had to do.  You
will wear this and I will keep the key with me until further notice.  Stop
I don't want to hear about I have already decided, now put this on as I
watch, I'm not sure I can trust you to do it right by yourself." "But Marie
I have an erection, it won't fit, can we do something to relieve the
pressure first." "OK I'll see what I can do, you get undressed while I get
something." As I took off my clothes I was actually happy for now I was
going to get some kind of sex from Marie but when I looked up I saw her
standing there with a bowl of ice in her hand.  I was instructed to place
my member in the bowl and then she covered me with ice, the shock wilting
my erection quickly.

   Now that I've been locked up I think my wife is trying to torment me,
she seems to always be partially undressed around me or sitting across from
me with her legs spread just a little, sometimes she'll lean over to tell
me something, giving me a peek down her blouse.  I have no idea how long
she will keep me caged and when I ask her about it she just says that's
it's up to me.

   The horrible part of my situation is now that I have the wife of my
fantasies I am receiving no satisfaction from it.  I am assuming my wife is
cuckolding me and yet she won't share any of the details.  I serve my wife
as if she's a queen but I receive no sexual favors from her.