I had purchased several pairs of thong panties for her, but months had gone by and she never wore any of them. I thought she might like wearing them, especially given how much she loved seeing me in a thong. In fact, Melanie pretting much insisted that I only wear men’s thong underwear, and even would go through my underwear drawer from time to time to make sure I didn’t keep any boxer briefs in there. She had thrown away any underwear I owned that wasn’t a thong quite some time ago. I didn’t mind at all as I loved feeling sexy for her in my thongs, and I found that thong underwear offered much more support for the stainless steel chastity cage she kept locked around my genitals.
When I purchased several pairs of sexy thongs for Melanie to wear, they just sat on her dresser unworn. She thanked me for them, but never once wore them. I was beginning to wonder if she actually liked them. When I eventually asked, she told me that she found thongs to be uncomfortable, and that she only ever wore them in the past to look sexy for me or other partners she had in the past. I was disappointed that I’d likely not get to see her in one of her thongs, but glad that she was honest with me.
Having learned this, I was quite surprised when I discovered Melanie getting dressed one evening as she prepared to head out with her girlfriends for a night out on the town. She was standing in our bedroom wearing only a lacy thong and a matching bra. She looked so incredibly hot and sexy, and my cock instantly attempted to grow inside the confines of my chastity cage. She told me that she wanted to feel and look sexy when she went out with her girlfriend and asked if I’d help her pick out an outfit. I was so turned on that I couldn’t resist. As I helped her look through her closet, I couldn’t stop checking out her ass. She noticed, and seemed to intentionally tease me by standing with her back to me. When I gently caressed her ass cheeks, she turned to me and smiled.
We eventually picked out a sexy (and very short) mini-dress made from a thin fabric. When she tried it on, I was disappointed to no longer have the view of her luscious ass, but I loved seeing how hot she looked in the dress. She was simply irresistible, and I found myself growing incredibly horny. My sexual frustration was amplified by having been locked in my chastity cage for nearly two months at that point. She loved knowing that I was always horny and ready to please her, she especially loved teasing me constantly to ensure that I was sexually frustrated. She also loved enjoying the benefits of my constant state of arousal by having me perform oral sex on her on an almost daily basis. All I received in return was the pleasure of having brought her such immense sexual satisfaction, but that was enough for me. I was a natural submissive, and bringing her this pleasure was all that I needed. I loved that she wanted to keep me denied, and I willingly locked the chastity cage around my genitals and handed her the key.
I sat with Melanie as she did her hair and put on her makeup. By the time she was ready, she looked sexier and hotter than I could remember in a long time. All I wanted to do was peel her clothes off and taste her wet pussy until she came, and when I tried to touch her, she gently pushed my hands away. It was pure torture feeling my cock pushing against the inside of my chastity cage while seeing her looking so sexy in front of me while wearing her favorite “fuck me” dress. She then pulled on her knee high leather boots to top it off. As she walked toward the front door with her mini-dress swaying in the breeze, her butt cheeks were almost visible, teasing me even further.
“Take off your clothes” she ordered. I gladly obeyed, and soon stood before her in only my thong.
“Very sexy. Keep your clothes off until I return. When I get back, I want you to greet me at the door with a glass of wine. I’m heading out with my girlfriends and I don’t know when I’ll be getting back. Enjoy your evening. I know I will” she said as she walked out the front door.
I watched her walk down the driveway and get into her friend’s car. She looked incredibly hot in her “fuck me” dress and I couldn’t shake the image from my mind (not that I wanted to). I then selected a movie to watch while I waited for her to return.
Around midnight I received a text from her. It was an image of her ass with her dress pulled up, revealing her thong with a man’s hand cupping her ass cheek. I could see that the photo was taken in a bar. At first, a wave of jealousy came over me, but the more I looked at it, the more aroused I became. Who was this man who was groping my wife? Was she enjoying it? Was she turned on? What else did they do? The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got thinking about what she was doing with this man. I couldn’t wait until she got home, but I also loved thinking about her in her sexy outfit flirting with other men. A few seconds later another text arrived. This time it was a video of my wife’s hand cupping another man’s bulge and caressing it gently. This one nearly sent me over the edge. My cock was struggling to grow erect inside of my chastity cage, and I was grateful to Melanie for locking it on me so I couldn’t touch myself. I wanted to be ready to pleasure her when she got home, and that meant staying aroused. I was happy to remain locked in chastity for as long as was necessary for her to feel satisfied. I simply responded by liking both photos and sending a one word response: “HOT!!”. She responded with a smiley face emoji.
I didn’t hear anything else for what seemed like an eternity, but was really about only thirty minutes. She texted to let me know that she was on her way home. I couldn’t wait to see her and hear all about her evening.
A few minutes later I heard the car pull up, so I went downstairs with her glass of wine and waited for her in my thong. When she walked through the front door, she smelled of the alcohol from the bar mixed with some sweat. Her hair was a little bit messed up, but not too much. Most importantly, she had a huge smile on her face as I handed her the glass of wine.
She walked to the sofa and sat down with her glass of wine and ordered me to remove her shoes and give her a foot massage.
“My feet are killing me from standing up. Massage my feet while I tell you about my evening” she said.
As I sat on the floor next to her massaging her feet, she proceeded to tell me about the guy she met. At first it was casual and innocent flirting, but soon he began to touch her in places that were increasingly more private. She told me about how he ran his hand up her dress and began to touch her ass, tracing the outline of her thong. After a while, he felt empowered to move his hand to the front and began to touch her pussy through her panties. She continued to tell me how wet she got from being touched this way in a crowded bar by a complete stranger.
While she spoke, she spread her legs slightly and moved her hands toward her crotch. She then began to gently touch herself while she continued the story.
“When he began to touch my pussy through my panties, I got wetter than I could ever remember. I looked around the crowd self-consciously and realized that nobody could see what we were doing, nor would they likely care, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Before long, he was touching me under my panties, gently rubbing my clit, and exactly the way I like. It didn’t take long before I knew that I was about to cum. I leaned over so he could hear my moaning in her ear. As I was about to cum, I held him close to me as my body tensed in one of the most intense orgasms I can ever remember having. It was simply amazing being in a crowded bar with tons of people standing around us, getting fingered by a complete and total stranger.”
I could feel myself getting hard, or at least trying to do so under my chastity cage. I wanted to lick her pussy, but she was already masturbating in front of me, and when I went to go lick her, she pushed my head away, instead favoring the feeling of her own fingers.
She continued, “And then I thought of you, sitting at home waiting for me to return, knowing that I was out at a bar flirting with other men. I thought of you sitting at home locked in your chastity cage, forever loyal to me while I had the freedom to go out and have fun with as many other guys as I chose, and I found myself getting turned on again. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me while I thought of you waiting for me at home, but there was no place private in the bar where I could fuck him, so instead I reached over and massaged his cock through his pants.”
As she told me this, she began to touch herself with more intensity. She recounted exactly how she began to unzip his pants and slipped her hand inside to grab his hard cock, stroking it inside of his pants in the bar as he felt her ass with his own hand. She told me all about how he was rock hard and could barely contain his excitement. She told me how if it were more private, she would have loved to get on her knees and suck him off. As she told me about this, she touched herself with more intensity and eventually she stopped speaking as she clearly was drifting off into a world of sexual bliss. By now, she was still rubbing her clit with the fervor of someone who simply wanted to get off as quickly as possible, and I was still on the floor rubbing her feet.
Within about a minute, her body tensed up and she let out a scream from her first of many climaxes. I could tell how intense her orgasm was, having experienced many of her over the years. This one was different as it was about the most intense orgasm I had ever seen her have. It was just about the sexiest things I had ever seen, and I found myself getting so aroused that I could almost cum inside of my chastity cage without any direct stimulation.
She stopped just long enough to recover from her first orgasm, then quickly began touching herself again. I climbed up on the sofa and she leaned back into me as I massaged her breasts through her mini-dress. She continued touching herself as she rode wave upon wave of additional orgasms. I lost count of how many she had, though it seemed to go on from another five to ten minutes. Once she could tell that she simply couldn’t have any more orgasms, she collapsed into my arms and I cuddled her as she recovered.
As we lay together on the sofa, I could feel my cock throbbing inside of my chastity cage as she reached over and gently caressed my balls.
“Are you satisfied?” I asked.
She replied “I’ve never been more satisfied. The way he touched my ass just turned me on so much, and by the time he touched my pussy, I was about to cum already. And I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to feel his cock inside of me, though giving him a hand job in his pants would need to suffice…for now. I loved seeing how much he enjoyed that. Most of all, I loved thinking about you waiting for me at home. I knew that if I left there horny, you’d be ready to lick my pussy for me, though he made me cum already right in the bar. Once I got home, all I wanted to do was masturbate, but I’m glad that you were ready and willing to please me regardless. I must have cum nearly ten or fifteen times tonight. No matter how many guys I hook up with when I go out, I love knowing that you’re always waiting for me at home, locked in chastity, ready to please me, and completely loyal to me. I can’t until the next time I go out. I can’t wait to see which stranger I’ll share my body with while you’re at home locked in chastity.”