Happily Married, Part 1
Brenda opened the door to her and Paul's bedroom. Paul usually waited up on her date nights, but she still tried to respect his normal sleep patterns. He was usually asleep at 1:30 am, but not tonight. Paul was sitting up in bed reading a book.
"Hi there, love," Brenda said as she walked to the bed and leaned over to kiss her husband of 28 years.
Brenda kicked off her heels and went to the bathroom to start her bedtime routine. Paul called out, "How was Steve?"
"Oh, he's good, honey. He got that promotion at work, and seemed quite happy about that. And a little full of himself as usual," Brenda laughed.
Paul chuckled, thinking about Steve and his arrogant mannerisms. Steve had been Brenda's boyfriend for about 3 years. Paul had met him a few times.
Paul watched Brenda through the open door to the bathroom as she washed her face. Paul's cock began to tighten in his cage as he looked at Brenda's long, slender legs in her knee-length black skirt. He imagined how delicious they must have looked as she spread them for Steve a few hours earlier.
Brenda, in her early 50s, still looked amazing. And her self-confidence had grown substantially in the last 10 years of her and Paul's marriage. Not coincidentally, Brenda had "permanently" locked Paul in chastity 6 years earlier. Paul hadn't cum inside his wife in 8 years.
Brenda finished her routine, and Paul watched as she stripped out of her skirt and sweater, unlatched her bra, and slipped a soft, white cotton nightgown over her head. It did not escape Paul that Brenda did not remove the black, satin panties she had worn on her date. This always meant Paul would have a treat soon. Paul was rock hard in the cage now.
"Well, don't you look pretty tonight," Brenda purred as she slipped under the covers and noticed Paul's nightclothes for the first time. Paul always wore a nighty and panties to bed, one of his many standing rules, but tonight he had put on the matching blue nightgown and panty set Brenda had gotten him for his birthday a few weeks earlier. Brenda slid under the covers and patted Paul's cage over the lace panties as she cuddled into his arms.
Paul could smell the mixture of Brenda's perfume, her face lotion, and Steve's semen. He stroked Brenda's hair and recalled a time when he fucked his wife, but that was long ago. He knew those days were gone, but the truth was, he was happier than he had ever been. Brenda's hand on his caged cock combined with the smell of her lover always reminded Paul of his place now.
"May I clean up now, Ma'am?" Paul asked as he felt Brenda's soft body against him.
"Yes, please, love," Brenda whispered.
Paul pushed the covers down and slowly slid Brenda's black panties down her soft, smooth legs. Brenda had kindly left the overhead light on when she came to bed so Paul could clearly see her panties and well-fucked pussy. The panties were a mess, covered in a combination of Brenda and Steve. Paul hadn't cum in several months, and he briefly wished that mess was his. But the thought passed quickly. He knew it was always better for him not to cum.
Still, Paul was rock hard now in his titanium prison, incredibly horny as he looked at Brenda's shaved pussy, pink and tight, but swollen now from the fresh fuck her boyfriend had given her. Paul leaned into the task at hand, slowly licking Brenda's slit from bottom to top.
Paul stopped at her clit and worked it with his tongue. Brenda moaned, but Paul knew she was not interested in a normal, long session with his mouth. She had undoubtedly cum a few times that night with Steve's cock buried inside her. Brenda did not need or want another orgasm. The job now was to get some of Steve's cum into Paul before a good night's sleep.
So Paul slid his tongue inside Brenda's hole and dug for his treat. He was not disappointed as he lapped up the combination of Steve's cum and Brenda's wet release. Paul licked and licked, darting his tongue deep to get all the cream left for him. It was delicious.
After a few minutes of this cleaning work, Brenda said, "Ok, sweetie, finish up." Paul slid his tongue as best he could around her sweet pussy to get anything he missed, then finished with a kiss on her mound.
Paul got up and grabbed Brenda a fresh pair of panties. She slid them on in bed as Paul turned out the light.
Paul got in bed, and Brenda snuggled back into him. She put her hand on his caged manhood, over the lace panties. "How's your guy doing?" she asked.
"Not that great," Paul laughed.
"Well, tomorrow let's have a conference." Conference time was when Brenda adjusted Paul's rules. Paul never knew what to expect from such meetings, but the one constant for him was the cage and denial. He replied, "yes, ma'am," and Brenda drifted of to sleep
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Paul held his wife and thought about how lucky he was as he fell asleep himself.
Paul was up by 9:00 the next morning, a Sunday. He made a pot of coffee and read the morning news. An hour later, Brenda walked into the living room yawning. She had her usual glow after a night with Steve, relaxed and happy. She sat in her usual chair and Paul brought her coffee.
As Brenda settled into her own morning routine, Paul made her breakfast of eggs and toast. After serving her and cleaning up the few dishes, he put a pillow on the floor in front of her chair and sunk to his knees in front of his wife. This had been part of their routine for many years, allowing Paul to center himself on service while he paid his wife the deference a caged husband owed. After 10 minutes, while Brenda simply scrolled on her phone and sipped coffee, Paul asked, "May I get up, Ma'am?"
"Yes, you may," Brenda responded, "we'll have our conference at noon. Steve is coming for it. Get cleaned up and wear something pretty."
Paul was surprised by this news, and his face flushed. Although Steve was well aware of Brenda's and his dynamic, including the cage and that Paul cross-dressed most days at home, Steve had never seen Paul in female form nor had he attended a conference.
"Really, ma'am?" Paul stammered, "May I ask why?"
"Not now, love," Brenda replied, "But I want you in that red, flowered dress you love so much." Paul did love that dress. It made him feel pretty and sexy. It actually flattered his body.
Paul could never entirely understand why his cock became so incredibly hard when he felt shame and humiliation, but here it was. Erect, confined, and dripping in his panties as he imagined facing his wife's long-time lover wearing a dress.
"Yes, ma'am," was all Paul could stutter as he rose from his knees and headed to the bedroom to shower and prepare for conference in a little over an hour.