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by Voyapuppyfork » Sun Aug 18, 2024 11:21 pm
I apologize for the long delay; I still owe you all an update. This has been long overdue. I’ve been procrastinating, and after finally finishing the writing, I completely forgot to post it. Anyway, here it is. As of early November 2023, here’s the update.
The night was long and full of anguish. I wished someone had been there to stay with me, to talk about this lifestyle, distract me, and help me normalize the situation. But unfortunately there was no one I can trust with such personal details. Luckily, there were plenty of chores left for me to do around the house. I did laundry, cleaned the bathroom, kitchen, etc. Chores that were usually jenny’s responsibility. After that, I watched some mind-numbing shows on Netflix. These activities helped distract me, and I must say Jenny’s earlier date with her girlfriends had somewhat prepared me for the real thing. Eventually I was able to get some sleep.
I woke up around 2AM, the pain from the chastity device rousing me. My first overnight wearing had not gone as smoothly as I had hoped, but my mind was all over Jenny. I checked my phone and found two pictures. The first was a small blue Tiffany gift box, next to it was my wife’s sexy ankle adorned with a tiny anklet bearing a “H” symbol. There was no accompanying text, but none was needed. My penis immediately grew harder, increasing the main.
It was obvious that David had given Jenny a gift. The anklet and “H” symbolized her status as a hotwife. But “H” also happened to be the initial of David’s last name. How convenient! It was no way this had not crossed his mind. He was asserting his ownership over Jenny. She was a hotwife, but she was also his now.
Lying in bed, the reality of the situation hit me harder. David had marked Jenny with his symbol, staking his claim. This symbol of his dominance and their secret relationship was now a part of her, and by extension, a part of our lives. The thought of my wife wearing a symbol of another man’s ownership while being intimate with him filled me with a complex mixture of jealousy, humiliation, and arousal.
The second picture was sent not long ago. it was taken in front of a bathroom mirror. Jenny’s hair was wet, likely just after shower, and she was wearing nothing but a man’s T-shirt that looked huge on her—her bull, her boyfriend’s T-shirt. Nothing explicit was shown, but for some reason, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen so far. My habitual mind wanted to jerk off to it, but I could not even touch myself.
I messaged her, my eyes glued to the screen for a long time until I realized she had probably fallen asleep from exhaustion. I could not sleep and could not stop staring at those pictures. I felt inferior, I felt pain, I felt like I was in a dangerous position, but I was also turned on—my heart was racing fast. I had to remind myself that this is what I wanted, this is part of the game we are playing, and most importantly, she is not leaving me. I do not remember how eventually fell asleep, but at some point, exhaustion must have overcame my tumultuous thoughts, and I passed out.
It was not until the next day at noon that I finally got to speak with Jenny briefly. She checked on me to make sure I was doing OK so far before anything else. She confirmed that the anklet was a surprise gift, celebrating her hotwife status. It made her stomach fill with butterflies knowing David was trying to put his mark of ownership on her with the ‘H’ pun.
Their date night was filled with a movie and hot sex. She also told me she wore that T-shirt to sleep after her shower. She thought about me and sent me that picture as a teaser right before go to bed. I knew it was only part of the truth. It was her way to involve me, but as the smart woman she is, she was also testing boundaries with me.
David had cooked brunch for them and was taking a nap. That bit of information indicated how intense their time together had been and made me riveting. But I did not get to hear all the details. Instead, she confirmed their nightclub plan and told me she would text me before they got there.
The day felt agonizingly long. I headed to the club area around 7PM. My anxiety gnawing at me and my appetite nonexistent. Despite that, I managed to force down a few small bites. I entered the club as soon as it opened. By the time I got Jenny’s text that they were heading here, I had already had a couple drinks and familiarized myself with this place.
I had not been to a club like forever. I wore a flat cap as disguise and initially felt like I looked ridiculous. But after walking around the dimly lit room with a couple of drinks in me, I’m started feeling more comfortable and realized no one actually cared about how I looked. I found a corner close to the front door to hide myself.
As the time passed, the anticipation grew more and more exciting. The waiting felt like the longest and most boring part. It wasn't until 10PM that I finally spotted Jenny and David stepping inside through the door.
Jenny looked stunning. She wore a little back dress that fit her body perfectly above her knees, and a pair of open-toe stiletto (I had to ask her what they were called). She had no stockings, showing her bare smooth legs. Around her ankle, I noticed her new anklet with both the “H” symbol and my key dangling. I was afraid anyone familiar with this lifestyle would immediately understand what she was signaling.
But my focus was mostly fixated on the man by her arm. This was the first time I saw him in person. I knew he was about 6’2”, but he looked taller than in pictures, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. Even with high heels, Jenny looked extra petite beside him. I hated to admit it, but they looked beautiful together. I couldn’t help but wondering what he looked like down there.
They was smiling and talking closely, adjusting to club’s environment. They settled by the bar and I noticed Jenny occasionally glancing around, likely looking for me. After a few attempts, she seemed to give up, and shifted her focus entirely to the club's atmosphere and the man beside her.
It was surreal watching them together. I stayed in my corner, trying to remain inconspicuous while keeping an eye on them. Jenny looked so happy and relaxed, her laughter blending with the loud music. They acted like a college couple on a hot date. David's presence beside her, his hand casually resting on her back, made the whole scene feel like something out of a movie. They were so comfortable with touching each other, it was almost mesmerizing. The sight was both tormenting and thrilling at the same time.
They also greeted some other people. Apparently, he was a regular at this club, and judging by how Jenny behaved around some of those people, I could tell this wasn't her first time meeting them either. Despite the brief social interactions, they mostly stayed close to each other, lost in their own world. His hand never seemed to leave her body, and she constantly looked up at him with a smile.
After a while, they went to the dance floor, and that was the hottest thing I had ever seen so far. They started slow, but soon their casual movements turned into touching and teasing. At one point, her hands was tightly around his neck, his hands on her buttocks, and they were making out while rubbing and grinding each other with unsatisfied hunger. The chemistry between they were on fire. They were literally mind-fucking each other.
At one point, Jenny turned around, her back pressed against his chest, her butt was sticking out, twisting and rubbing against his bulge. her hand was on his face, and his lips were on her neck. I had never known Jenny to be so good at dancing, and I had never seen her act so sexy—not even when we first started dating. She was always shy and a bit of reserved. I felt like I had finally unlocked a dormant side of her. At that moment, it was all about her own primal desire. Yet, she managed to looked gorgeous instead of slutty. I might be biased, but I looked around and saw that they were the most beautiful couple in the club. they belonged to each other.
As I watched them, a mixture of emotions washed over me—jealousy, excitement, and an odd sense of pride. This was the culmination of the dynamic we had been exploring, and seeing it unfold in front of my eyes was both painful and exhilarating. The reality of their connection, their chemistry, was undeniable. My locked penis was screaming from the pain, and I could barely move my body. The intensity of the scene unfolding before me was almost too much to bear, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
They went back and force between the bar and the dance floor, socializing with people and flirting with each other. With more drinks in their systems, their behavior became more relaxed and carefree. I could even hear Jenny giggling and laughing from a short distance. At one point, they was dancing with another couple, and Jenny and the other girl was shaking their booties around their men.
I finally got a chance to approach Jenny when David decided to take a bathroom break. I approached Jenny from behind and whispered in her ear how hot she looked. She panicked a bit, keeping her distance and checking for David or their acquaintances. I wanted to kiss her, but she felt it was too risky. My presence pulled her back to reality a bit, and even through she tried to hide it, I caught a glimpse of self-consciousness. She checked with me to make sure I was okay with what I had seen so far and then sent me away, saying she would be in touch with me later.
Reluctantly, I stepped back into the shadows, blending in with the crowd. I watched as David returned, and they resumed their night, completely immersed in each other again. The evening continued with more dancing, more drinks, and more stolen glances that I couldn't help but interpret as Jenny's subtle reassurances that she was thinking of me, even as she lost herself in the moment with David. At one point, they went to sit in a booth with some other people. They stayed there for a long time their companions had left. I suspected more intimacy was happening, but I could not see from where I was, and it was too risky to get closer.
After that they continued dancing, getting hotter and more intimate as the night progressed. Eventually, I sensed from their body language that they were ready to leave. Jenny kissed David before heading the bathroom. She walked slowly, wandered around a bit, and pulled out her phone. David was left alone in the bar area.
Then I received a message from Jenny.
"Are you still here? Meet me outside the bathroom."
My heart raced as I quickly made my way there and waited. After a few minutes, I saw her emerge from the bathroom. Our eyes met. She didn't say a word; she just kissed me quite passionately. I could taste the alcohol on her lips. After a min or two, we broke fee. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and mischief as she whispered. "How are you feeling?"
"Seeing you with him was... intense," I admitted. "But I couldn't look away. You were amazing."
She smiled, her cheeks were peachy, but it is not from shyness. Clearly pleased with my reaction. "I'm glad you think so. Are you okay with everything that happened tonight?"
I nodded, my emotions a swirling mix of jealousy, excitement, and arousal. "Yes, it was difficult, but also incredibly hot. I want to see more, but I need to take it step by step."
She kissed me lightly on the lips. "I appreciate your honesty and support. David and I are about to head back to his place. This is for you. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." She looked reassured and then she slipped something into my hand and left. I opened my hand and found her damp panties. I sniffed deeply and caught her familiar sex scent, as I watched she slipped back into the club, her figure disappearing into the crowd. I rushed to the front door, and watched as they walked outside the club, her hands on his arm. Judging by how wet her panties were, I knew for a fact that he was going to fuck her hard, use her married pussy—my pussy—and give her an incredible experience that I could not possibly provide.
My mind was spinning, but I knew that this was what we had both agreed to. I would wait for her updates, savoring each moment and pushing my boundaries further. The night was a blur of emotions. My mind was filled with jealousy, excitement, and a strange sense of fulfillment. I returned home with her panties clutched tightly in my hand, my mind replaying the scenes I had witnessed. This was what we had agreed upon, but living through it was another experience entirely.
I managed to get back home, the image of Jenny and David together haunted my thoughts. I was aroused and frustrated, my body aching with desire and locked in chastity. My part was screaming in pain as I walked all night, I had been ignore it until now. Further examination revealed i had been pushing my luck too far. There were multiple skin abrasions, and chafing from the base. My penis feels sore to a degree that was unbearable. I had to remove it to treat the issues.
I knew this was the lifestyle we had chosen, and I was committed to exploring it further, no matter how challenging it might be. The next day, I would see Jenny again, and we would talk about everything that had happened. Until then, I would have to endure the night with my physical pain, swirling emotions and the lingering scent of her panties to keep me company.
Jenny was not home until Sunday afternoon. She came home wearing T-shirt and Jeans rolling her carry-on luggage as if she just returned from a vacation. For a second, I had the illusion that nothing happened from the previous night was real, not until she looked at me with a guilty grin. God knows how much I missed her. I cheerfully greeted her “Welcome back! Hope your trip was eventful and satisfying!”
“You do not even know haha!” She said playfully. As she changed her shoes, I noticed the anklet still dangling on her ankle with a well-designed H and a key on it. She noticed me staring at it, and put her foot on the couch to give me a better look.
“Do you like it? You mentioned before we should get me an anklet, now I have one” she said. I acknowledged that it was cute and a thoughtful gift, and I liked that it also matched his initial. She asked half-jokingly if I was jealous, while giving me a hug and a peck on the mouth.
Her hand reached down, and was surprised not to find the cage. I told her about the chafing after last night. She said, “Poor honey, you must have gotten too excited. I hope you didn’t play with it”.
I confirmed that I did not, despite being really tempted with her little gift. She was quite proud of her seductive action and simple said, “Good!”
I asked her to share all the details of her getaway weekend. Her smile faded a bit, and she said, “Sure, but first of all, I have to tell you I might have crossed a line…”. My heart sank a little, but I was not surprised, not after what I saw yesterday. My mind quickly calculated what lines were left that could still be crossed, and it directly went to the worse scenario. My body felt cold but I managed to ask calmly, “What happened? It is okay, sometimes things happen. You can tell me”.
She shared with regret that after the club, they got carried away in the moment, and they had sex without condom and he came inside her.
She was apologizing while avoiding my eye contact. “I’m sorry, I should not, should have been more careful, but I know he has been tested and is not seeing any other women”. She showed regret, but somehow I knew from her subtle body language she was not really that worried. It was more like a confession to tell me rather than asking for forgiveness. Yet instead of being mad, I was incredibly turned on. It finally happened. I knew she did not like condom as much as I did. And this would happen if she continued seeing him. To be his girlfriend meant he would own and fill her pussy.
I asked her how many times. She informed me twice—once last night, once this morning. I was only a couple of hours ago! That was too much of a teaser. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to see it. I demanded her to show me. Before she respond, I turned her around and pushed her to the couch. I pulled her pants off from behind, and revealed her private parts. I studied it closely, it was damp, a bit of red maybe, but fresh with no sign dripping cum or the odor of sex. Clearly, she had washed it. I was not sure if I was relieved or a bit of disappointed.
I touched her smooth snitch and she protested with a moan. I felt I’m rock hard and had the urge to taste her damp pussy. I was so afraid I would taste his cum, yet I felt so excited my heart was beating fast. I tried with the tip of my tongue, reassured that I did not taste any difference. Jenny was surprised with my willingness and turned around asking, ”Are you sure?”
Without response I dunked my tongue into her deep and devoured her hungrily and passionately. I might have tasted a hint of more saltiness. But I didn’t care at that moment, that’s all I wanted to do.
It was long before Jenny was sitting on my face, my pants unzipped and my part in her hand. We was in a 69 position, I was eating her used pussy, and she was jerking and occasionally licking the shaft of my penis. Gradually, from edging and ruined orgasm practices, She had learned this new technique, where she used 3 fingers instead of the palm of her hand to hold and jerk me. This made me feel small, inferior, and intense. It did not take long before I was about to come. Jenny sensed it and told me to hold it, then she pushed my penis inside her from top. A couple minutes later, I erupted inside her pussy.