Ours was a vanilla relationship for over a year. Sweethearts from the beginning, we clicked like the gross couple you loved to hate. We laughed together, we enjoyed the same movies, we shared the same values, and we both had blossoming careers as young professionals.

It was perfect except for the sex. And that was my fault, with my chronic masturbation. I was always sexually exhausted or uninterested when she wanted to engage. This led to many fights and screaming matches until we finally made peace. She eventually had an affair outside of our relationship and when I encouraged her to have more, our lives changed forever. It took her the better part of six months to embrace that it was okay for her to explore other men, while I remained faithful to her. But when she became okay with it, she took off!

Several nights a week, she would text and say she would be "late" getting home. Sometimes she would call at 3 am and need a ride. Sometimes a gentleman would drop her off at the house in the early morning, so she could shower quick and hop out the door to work. Sometimes she would text wicked things at midnight to me. We both loved it!

This went on for a year. Our love grew each day. She was so beautiful and perfect, she deserved a great marriage proposal. I scoured her phone for her most often called "playmate" and gave him a call. After a very awkward conversation, he agreed to help me out.

One evening, as my girlfriend came home from work, I had the house prepared for her. Cleaned from top to bottom. Candles everywhere. Rose petals. Champagne on ice. Filet Mignon just about to go on the grill. She look lovely. Pure magic. Her blue slim dress made every man, especially me, lust over her body. She was not afraid of high heels, and wore her pumps proudly! Her hair, up in a professional bun, sprung to life as she let it down when she saw the house.

"awww," she sighed. "you shouldn't have!"

"I certainly should have!" I smiled. I grabber her hand and led her to her place at the table. I treated her like a queen. As the steaks sizzled on the grill, I ran to her feet, dropped to my knees, and rubbed her sexy feet. I'll spare you the gooey dialog, but we had a lovely, spirited evening. Everything was going perfect. We laughed like we did when we first met. I bussed the dishes and served a lucious ice cream dessert.

Then, right on cue, the door rang. My heart raced. I had never before met one of her lovers. She had no idea who it was. I stood and went to the door, and opened it. ASking him in, I beconed my girlfriend to the door.

She approached and stopped. She was dumbfounded. Horrified, she trembled a bit and mouthed the words "I'm sorry," towards me.

I smiled, and grabbed her hand. I pulled her towards me. I grabbed his hand, and connected the two hands in front of me. I kissed her gently on the cheek.

"I want this to be the perfect night," I whispered to her.

She gasped. "Really?"

"Really." I ran to grab champagne for both of them as thy sat on the couch. I encouraged small talk about their work while the champagne did its magic. Soon they were touching. I let him move in on her while I slid down the couch to her legs. I caressed her legs and feet while I heard the sounds of passionate kissing. I soon felt her legs squirm in my arms as she writhed on the couch under his spell.

I stood up and grabbed her hand, standing her up. He followed to his feet, and I kissed her deeply. I motioned for them to go to the bedroom, and she sheepishly agreed.

I quickly cleaned the kitchen and put the dishes away as the gentleman lover was loving all over my future fiance! I was rock hard imagining this as I pulled out one of my surprises for the evening.

In my hand was a brand new steel chastity cage. The steel rings would prevent even the most minor erection, and the locking cage would prevent my from embarrassing myself without her permission. A frozen back of peas was needed before I could fit into the contraption! I locked the lock, and placed both keys to the lock in the ring box, under the 1 carat engagement ring I had for her.

I stripped nude, save for my cock cage, and hustled to the bedroom. I listed to the door and hear moans and writhing. I slowly opened the door and saw his glistening back hovering over her. Her sexy legs d****d over his, and her hands running softly up and down his back. I must have made a small noise, because they both looked up at me.

It took her a second to notice my new device, but she seemed to know what it was!

"Is that a chastity cage?" she asked.

"It is, its another present for you," I smiled.

"So you are going to wear that and watch me get fucked?" she giggled.

"If I am lucky!" I beamed.

She smiled at her lover and tapped him on the shoulder, as if to give him the signal to ravage her. He seemed to understand, and commenced a rythmic pouncing on her. Each thrust caused her to make a tiny yelp, as if she couldn't control her abdomen. Her toes curled as she tightened her grip on his muscular back. Her eyed rolled in her head a bit as I got closer to her. Her mouth hung open slightly as her head bobbed on the pillow. She was gleaming in a layer of excitement, and turned her head to me. When she gazed at me in between thrusts she smiled big. Her hand reached out to touch my new cock cage, but before she could he quickened the pace of his thrusts.

The intensity increased and she focused only on him. A few "Ohs" and "Yes's" escaped before she closed her mouth and leaned forward. She writhed up and down, curling up into him, then down arching her pelvis under his weight. She squirmed under him as best she could, eyes closed. Her hands went aboove her head and she tossed her head left and right. Her yelps slowed in frequency, but raised in intensity. She bucked again more and more. She was close, I could tell.

He knew it it. He pounded her now. I could hear the slap of thighs and balls against her. Her eyes opened wide, and she glared at him. Her eyes begged him to finish her. He did. He thrust so violently that the bed left marks on the wall. I could feel the thumping through the floor. She screamed and arched. Her nails dug into him and she bucked into a thrust and let out a long "Aaaaaaaaaa!"

He neared his end quickly after she did. We could both feel his pace intensifying, and suddenly he broke free of her. He leaned back, his naked glistening body barely visible in the dim room. What was very noticeable was his sizable cock protruding straight out from his pelvis. He gripped it at the base firmly and moaned as he leaned back and let his cum release.

The load flew from his dick and arched, as if in slow motion, splattering just under her chin, and trailed down her chest. As she smiled, the second load shot onto her sexy little tummy. He stroked more, and a smaller load spurted onto her tummy as well.

She smiled proudly, as she loves when a man finishes. He smiled at her and caught his breath. He looked at me and laughed. "Quite the boyfriend you have!"

She smiled at him and stroked my hair. "He's pretty good. Lets me do a lot of things I like!" Her smile melted me.

"Bet you could get him to do anything you wanted," he said, as he crawled off the bed. My girlfriend and I were both consumed with his bobbing manly penis.

"Probably," she said. "But I'm not into all that whips and chains stuff. He probably is," she laughed. "But I'm not."

He smiled at her. He walked over to me, his cock right at eye level and pointing right at my right eyeball. I was taken aback. He grabbed my arm and stood me up. He walked me over to the foot of her bed and pointed at my used girlfriend, lying on the bed nude and sexy.

"You are giving up that??" he said to me.

"Giving up?" I said confused. He knew I was going to propose to her tonight. "I'm giving her everything I can to keep her!"

He smiled. "Then give her everything. Get in there and finish that!"

I looked down at my chastity device. "I can't I said."

"You can," he smile. He gruffly grabbed my hair, and pushed my face down between her legs. She yelped in excitement as he smothered my face on her freshly fucked pussy. The smell was intoxicating. My tongue shot into her, and I was surprised at how wide she had been stretched. I licked and lapped as best I knew how, and I felt her grinding her hot wetness across my face. I could barely hear her moans of enjoyment as he held me there and she fucked my face. I was overwhelmed with excitement.

He began to push my head rhythmically as she grinded on me. Her pace quickened and almost as fast as it started she shattered into an explosive orgasm. When I would normally stop, he continued to grind me into her, causing her to scream and writhe more. He was ruthless as he kept fucking her with my face and I felt her thighs shaking with a violent orgasm!

When she could take more more, he grabbed my hair and lifted me off of her. I have never seen her so exhausted. Her hands rubbed her tired pussy and her body gleamed in beauty. She was never any sexier to me. Ever. I loved her. Probably because I didn't orgasm! I looked down and saw That's when it began to hurt! I wish I never looked at it!

"I think he has something to tell you," her lover said to her.

She was still catching her breath as he moved to the foot of the bed. I got up and ran out of the room to grab the ring and keys. When I came back he was toying her pussy with his still erect cock.

She was giggling as he teased her gently. She looked at me for a quick second until he began to penetrate her.

"Go ahead, tell her," he told me. She tried to look over at me but he sunk deeper into her. She gasped and held him from going in too far.

I knelt by her at the bedside. "Tell her," he smiled as he stopped and pulled out slowly of her. I began my rehearsed recital of the 'I love you' and the 'you mean everything to me' speeches. She tried to roll over to me under him.

"Oh my gosh," she smiled big. She gazed at me. As I spoke, he began thrusting her again. I stopped my speech.

"C'mon k**, tell her," he barked at me. I kept talking. She tried her best to look at me but he quickened his pace. It was hard for her to hear me spill my heart out to her. Her eyes closed again as she quickly neared a third orgasm. I could have stopped talking and no one would have noticed. But I continued. I spoke my entire recital.

I sat still, a little upset but very excited about how this was going. I watched as she shook to a third orgasm, and he followed up with a second of his own. This time, the panting and sweating was more intense. He got up on his knees, his cock a little more limp than before, exposing a small pool of his orgasm oozing right in the middle of her pelvis.

She caught her breath, then rolled her head to look at me. She smiled so big and whispered "What were you talking about?"

We both smiled as she grabbed the ring, with the chastity keys attached. She twisted the ring in the light and marveled at the sparkles. She smiled big. "Its beautiful," she said. I knew she would love it.

She rolled over on the bed and reached out for the chastity device. She pulled me close. I could see cum running across her body as she laid on her side. She was HOT!

She tapped the keys on my lock. "Looks like you are mine now," she smiled.

"yes Ma'am" I smiled back.

"So it looks like you won't be going anywhere, right?" she asked.

"With you is the only place I want to be," I smiled.

"Good," she rolled back on her back and slid the ring on. She held her hand up proudly with her new jewlry. It was then I noticed she put the ring on her right hand, not her left.

Just as I was about to speak up, she sat up. She dangled the keys from her left hand. Actually, her left ring finger.

"The answer is no," she said sternly. "I won't marry you."

I was shocked! My knees buckled under me.

"But I will accept these keys. That means I accept you..." she trailed off. "...as a cuckold."

She glared at me intently with a wicked smile. I think I understood. I smiled meekly back at her.

"You get to be my boyfriend, and more," she said. "But I decide when we get married. I decide who I get to see. I decide what we do. And I decide when you get to do... anything!"

I understood. We were married. It was a cuckold marriage.

"Now," she said. "Go get us some water. My man and I are thirsty!"