Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Prologue It had been just about a week since my wife had started her affair with Patrick, a handsome, successful, weathly guy working in the same office has her. She had simply been walking on cloud nine ever since the start, when she told me about him touching her up in the office. I had to quickly get used to the fact that our once intimate bedroom sexual fantasy talk was becoming real. But more than that, she wasn't simply painting by numbers here and sticking to the scenarios we'd whispered about whilst having pretty tame sex, by her current standards. No, she was making this happen her way. And it was her way or no way. The Tipping Point / One Week Later I busy working from home and for once I'd managed to keep my mind off what Debbie may or may not be up to in some store room or cupboard somewhere with Patrick. An email pinged up on my screen. It was from her. She was extatic. "Its arrived! your little package got delivered to my office this morning. Can't wait to go somewhere private and open it up and see. Hope you are making the most of your last day of freedom!!!" She signed off. Reluctantly I'd agreed to her by allowing her to order the chastity cage to be delivered to her office. She thought it would be better for her to see it all before hand, read the manual, try to put it together and make sure that when I put it on...it stays on! Up until that point in the day I had been productive. But then the very thing she had arranged, that would keep me from jerking off on the images of her and her lover together, just the news of its arrival was causing my erection to rise. She was right. I had but three or four hours left to be able to do this. After she had come home, fitted me up, that would be it. Though she had promised to 'treat' me every now and then if I was good, the threat that these treats may be taken away was very real. But on the other hand, she had made it clear that whilst she was with Patrick, the idea that I was at home just jerking off, made her feel somehow sullied, it spoilt the fantasy, it made her feel like a cheap porn. I knew it was important to her and her enjoyment at finding the right one, getting it ordered then, tonight whilst fitting it, she was going to be exstatic. And that's what I lived for. As usual my jerking off didn't last long. Just one flash freeze frame in my head of Patrick fucking her from behind, her still wearing her white office blouse and black skirt. Her black high heeled shoes keeping her balance and pose perfect for his penetration of that delightful pussy. The last image I needed was him slowly withdrawing and seeing the moist juicy white mix of their mutual orgasm smothering her inflamed pussy lips. In that moment I was done. The hours passed quickly and she arrived with a childlike grin. "Go take a shower, I don't know what you've been up to but I can guess!" she said immediately as she walked through the door. I did straight away. Whilst standing under the warm flowing water I couldn't help my errant cock staying hard at the thought of what was to come. She walked in and saw my problem. "Oh! You pathetic little thing, can't you get it down?" she asked with clear dissappointment. I struggled to push it down but to now avail. She turned the water to cold. "That should do it? You won't be able to get it on if you've even got a semi. It needs to be very small. I know you can do it" she continued. But despite my shivering, my reluctant erection stayed. She left the bathroom with urgency. Coming back in she was armed with her riding crop. "Should I do this or are you going to get rid of it?" She threatened. "I got to get ready to go out yet and this isn't helping." She didn't wait for my response. Whack! she hit my cock side on. It levered down and bounced back up to original position. It throbbed as I doubled up with the pain. "Straight up" She prewarned me. Whack! she hit spot on again. It was now begining to shrivel with the relentless cold water and the pain of the riding crop. "Get out the shower, go down stairs and grab a bag of ice cubes from the freezer. Wait out in the rear yard for me."She paused. "Don't spoil this!" her finish was authoritive and stern. I ran, still dripping to collect the ice cube bag. Placing it against my poor genitals I stood out side in the cool evening air, awaiting my wife's next move. Meanwhile, it being Friday, she had arranged to go out with Patrick. They would be meeting some of his friends from outside work. They wouldn't know that Debbie was married, as Patrick was aware. They wouldn't have guessed that their affair was as little as a week old and started with him putting his hand up her skirt like some form of office sex pest. But she was looking forward to the evening with great excitment. Tonight would be the first night she stayed over at Patrick's. She had packed a night bag and a change of clothes, underwear and parfumes. Well actually I had packed them for her during the day. The underwear I could not help feeling and smelling their freshness and picturing how they were likely to be returned to me to wash. She had told Patrick she was married, but hadn't mentioned I was, well this whimp cuckold husband she'd created. She had told him that, compared to him I could'nt satify her and she hadn't had sex like this with anyelse before. Fortunately, for her story, I apparantly worked away a lot, so she had lots of opportunities to stay out or away. She busied herself with her hair, make up, lingerie and dress. Whilst I stood shivering out in the yard. My erection was now long gone and my poor penis shrunk so small it appeared like an acorn. The back door swung open and she stood there in her splendor. I stood aghast at her sexual beauty as the ice cubes continued to damper my manhood. "Right lets get it on!" She said with a wry smile "You cage that is not sex!" I stepped into the kitchen and placed the ice cube bag down on the table. She looked down at the result. "Oh my god! That's amazing. I've never seen a cock that small before! I'm worried I may have got you a cage too big!" Before I could point out that this was the result of almost freezing it, she grabbed her hand bag and took out the device. Clear white plastic clasped aroung the top of my scrotum and another loop linked to a ring around the base of my beleagured cock. To that she expertly slotted on the plastic cage with encapsulated my shrunked cock completely. Her warm hands did little to revive any feeling I had down there. Finally she took out a small silver padlock and key. It slotted through the connection of the cage and the loop around the base of my cock and locked. She removed the key and that was that. She stood back to admire her work. "Brilliant" she said. "How does it feel?" "Tight around the scrotum, but I can't really feel anything around my cock anyway due to the cold" I explained. She inspected cage, my balls and gave the whole thing a few tugs to make sure it couldn't come off. "I suppose we'd better test it before I go" She decided. "Test it how?" I asked. She took me by the hand and led me to the lounge, the foot stool and made me lie across it on my back. She stood above me. I daren't reach out and touch the stockings or heels she was wearing or event run my hands up her dress and touch the silk panties covering her now waxed pussy. "Go on feel how sexy my legs feel" She said as she stood over me. She slowly moved and girated her legs and hips up my body and stood right over my face. I was looking right up to her inner thighs and crotch. I could smell her intoxicating body cream. She lowered herself over me, keeping her balance by resting her hands either side of my head. "You want to fuck me like Patrick does?" She said softly. "Do you want to feel what he feels?" She continued as she lowered herself ever closer to my face. Her one hand momentarily shifted from its perch to pull her panties to one side. For the first time I could see her smooth sweet pussy. I took deep breaths to control myself. She lowered herself further until her warm pussy rested on my wiling face. "Oh yes he's going to give me such a fucking time tonight. Just image his huge cock fucking my tight pussy over and over again." she began to grind herself against my nose and mouth. During this amazing all consuming delight, my once almost frozen cock had come back to life. It slowly tried to unravel itself and begin to straight out and fill its new cage. She would occasionally look around to see its progress. To hasten things she would cares my balls and lightly scratch my inner thigh with her nails. "Oh yes, come on here it comes, you're getting your erection back" she proclaimed with interest at what she'd made happen. "Just think of Patrick's hard cock. Think of him today when we popped out for lunch. We were so horny and nowhere to go, so I sucked him off in his car. Imagine that, your wife sucking an amazing cock, parked up in a public carpark." She squeezed my balls and began to jerk the cage. "Lets see what we have here?" Abruptly she lifted herself off my face and concentrated on the sight of my caged member. She tucked and pulled. Prodded and twisted. She was satisfied I couldn't get it off, or get my cock out. With her excited smile back in place she made good her panties and straighten her dress. "Turn over then!" she ordered and gave me a couple of riding crop blows across my buttocks before asking me to fetch her bag and place it in the car. This meant going out side...again. I was quick not just for the cold, but to avoid a neighbour spotting me. She gave me an amazing long kiss and fondled my caged cock and balls as she stood by the front door, by this time closed. "I'm really proud of you" she said. "Its going to be so amazing from here in. Patrick and I are getting on really well and want to start see more of each other, you know longer time, not just quickies here and there. And now you have your little cage. I can't tell you how sexy and wanted you have made me feel." She kissed me again. And with that she turned around and left for the night. I was left for the first time alone, but without the possibility of jerking off whilst my wife fucked her lover. I craved to get loose, but then got even more turned on by the thought that whilst fucking Patrick, she would be getting more turned on too, picturing me caged up. She called me at about twelve. She explained he friends were really nice, also well spoken and clearly loaded. She said the other woman was very sexy and if ever she tried sleeping with another woman, this dinner party guest was definately her type. But for now they were heading back to Patrick's for a night cap, then, she was assuming she'd have Patrick to herself. She asked how my cage was, "painful" was my response. She giggled and said "Good, it well all be worth it when I get back". She hung up. I spent the rest of the evening restless. I couldn't watch TV, go to sleep or tidy up. I was just in a state of waiting. Waiting for my wife to come home and, hopefully, let me release all this sexual tension she has created in me. After half a bottle of red, I did eventually sleep. I woke a couple of times during the night. Instantly picturing Patrick humping away at my wife, her hands grasping the bed sheets as his cock pounds over and over. My cock struggled in its caged. I tried to 'fuck' the bed, but it didn't work. I tried fingering my self like I had a clit, but it was also pathetically a waste of time. All I could do was fondle my balls and imagine the feeling of an erect cock in my hand. I found myself pretending with one hand cupping my balls and the other with an imaginary cock, jerking it off. It sounds strange, but with those two in my mind, I almost came from my imaginary cock. Or was I picturing me playing with Patrick's? I was absorbed in my sexual confusion. My body was twisted and constrained by the situation my lustful wife had put me into. By dawn, I'd survived. Coffee, cereal. An empty house. It was strange. But I felt pround I come through it. I could have got my tools out and broken off the lock and released myself. But I hadn't. I looked at myself in the mirror and remembered the time I would stand there jerking off to my images of Debbie giving head or being taken from behind. But instead I saw myself. Doing what she wanted. Doing what I know was to turn her on. I felt great. By two in the afternoon she arrived home. Tired. She'd slept from about four to ten. Then they had had breakfast out somewhere. Then she'd left. The news was slow in coming. I didn't want to rush. She was initially more concerned with how I'd got on. She was very impressed I'd gone the distance and hadn't let her down. I asked if it had made a difference for her whilst she was with Patrick? "Well, kind of, but there were a lot of things different this time." She responded wryly. "Like what?" I asked curiously "We had a foursome." She announced, as I placed her coffee down on the table. "A what?!" I spluttered. "Patrick and I fucked, then I sucked Philip. Patrick fucked Amanda, then I think Philip and Amanda fucked me. Then I had an incredible slow fuck with Patrick for what seemed like hours". She detailed, whilst casually sipping her coffee. "Well, how did that happen? How do you feel?" I exclaimed. "I think it all just happened, we all drank loads and Patrick started kissing and fondling me on the couch. The next thing I recall is that Philip and Amanda were doing the same. The music just continued and eventually we all got together." She said "It was the most amazing feeling. My pussy is so sore. They were both big boys". My heart sunk momentarily, thinking my chance to enjoy her tightness was going to pass. "Amanda, though, made me come the most". She declared. "She ran her fingers along my pussy and teased my clit better than I could do myself." I could feel my desparate erection urging itself against the confines of the cage. "It could have been the drink or the atmosphere, but she was the best ever." We were silent for a little while. She went into the lounge and sat on the sofa, exhausted. I followed her through. "Come here then you" she beckoned me. "You have been a very very good boy, haven't you?" I nodded. She took the key out of her purse. I dropped my jeans and took down my boxers. My balls were moving and turning in anticipation of what was to come. Her cold hands took hold of my cage and guided the key into the undersized padlock. It clicked open. She slowly slid off the plastic cage, my erection helping to rid itself of it by pushing it as she pulled. In an instant I was standing there half naked with my cock standing hard after a night of such utter sexual frustration. She took my erection in her hand and slowly held it sofly. She began to rub it up and down. My knees weaken with each stroke. I began to hunch forward. "Just lie down on the sofa" She said sofly. I did so, kicking my jeans from my ankles. She crouched beside me and continued to slowly jerk my grateful cock. "Did you think about me?" she asked. I nodded, unable to speak. "Did you think about Patrick?" she asked. I slowly nodded in confession. "Do you want me to carry on?" She asked. I was confused and opened my eyes. "Carry on seeing him?" she confirmed. To which I smiled and again nodded my head. "And if I see Amanda too?" she asked. I smiled more broadly and nodded. "But I have a confession to make to you" she said, continuing to slowly play with my cock. I opened my eyes and waited for her to continue. "I told Patrick about you and how you knew about him" I gulped, her grip tighted on my now excited cock. "I told him it was you who replied in the messenger saying I love hard cock. I told him you loved the idea of him and me together." She began to quicken her pace. "Is that okay with you baby?" she enquired at which point she stopped whilst she waited for an answer. "Yes" I croaked out. To which she rapidly jerked me off. My cum shot all over my chest and even my chin. She laughed at how much I'd stored up in just one night. But the orgasm she gave me was wonderful. Short, sharp but majestic. I floated in air for minutes afterwards. And she knew it. She played with the spunk on my chest and slowly scooped it up and dripped it into my mouth. "We're going to have an amazing time now." She declared with confidence. "I seeing Patrick next week of course in the office. Then I thought you might like to meet us out for a drink?" She said. In my heightened state I agreed. And so in just a couple of days I was to meet in person the man that gets to fuck my wife. Well one of them. And the other was a woman. She had spoken to her on the phone a number of times before they too planned to meet up. I was going to have to get used to the long nights very quickly. The end.