As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the room, Sarah sat nervously on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks now, ever since her husband James had first broached the subject of cuckolding and chastity in their relationship.
At first, Sarah had been hesitant, unsure of how she felt about the idea of James being with another woman while she watched. But the more they talked about it, the more turned on she became. And when James had suggested the idea of chastity play, of him wearing a cock cage to symbolize his commitment to her, Sarah had felt a rush of desire unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Now, as she waited for James to come home from work, Sarah’s body was alive with anticipation. She had spent hours getting ready, choosing a sexy black lace lingerie set that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, and her lips were painted a deep red, a stark contrast to her porcelain skin.
When she heard the front door open and close, Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, as James’s footsteps grew closer. And then he was standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with desire as he took in the sight of his wife sitting on the bed, waiting for him.
“You look incredible,” James said, his voice husky with desire. He crossed the room in a few long strides, dropping to his knees in front of her. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Sarah? Once we start, there’s no going back.”
Sarah nodded, her eyes locked with his. “I’m ready, James. I want this, more than anything.”
With a slow, deliberate motion, James reached out and cupped Sarah’s face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw. “I love you, Sarah. And I want to show you just how much I love you, how much I desire you.”
And then he leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. Sarah moaned into the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. She could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh. And she knew that she had made the right decision, that this was what she had been longing for all along.
As they kissed, James’s hands began to roam over Sarah’s body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. He unhooked her bra with practiced ease, letting it fall to the floor as he cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Sarah arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” James whispered, his voice rough with desire. He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Sarah gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her body.
But then James pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to see you, Sarah. I want to see you in all your glory.”
With trembling hands, Sarah reached behind her back and unhooked her stockings, letting them slide down her legs and off onto the floor. She kicked them aside, then stood up and shimmied out of her panties, letting them fall to the floor as well. And then she stood before James, completely naked, her body on display for him.
James’s eyes roamed over her hungrily, taking in every inch of her. “You’re perfect, Sarah. Absolutely perfect.”
And then he stood up, his hands going to his belt and undoing it with deft fingers. He pushed his pants and boxers down, letting them fall to the floor, revealing his hard cock, straining against the confines of the cock cage he wore. Sarah’s breath caught in her throat at the sight, desire pooling low in her belly.
“Take off your clothes, Sarah,” James commanded, his voice low and husky. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
With shaking hands, Sarah reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before James in nothing but her heels, her body bathed in the warm golden light of the setting sun. And then she reached down, her fingers trailing over her skin, down to the soft curls between her legs.
She spread her legs slightly, giving James a full view of her glistening pussy. And then she began to touch herself, her fingers slipping between her folds, circling her clit. She moaned softly, her eyes locked with James’s as she pleasured herself in front of him.
James’s cock twitched in his cage, the metal digging into his skin as he watched his wife touch herself. He wanted nothing more than to rip the cage off and bury himself deep inside her, to claim her as his own. But he knew that this was about Sarah, about her desires and her pleasure.
“Come here, Sarah,” James said, his voice rough with desire. “I want to taste you.”
Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t hesitate. She walked over to James, her legs trembling with anticipation, and straddled his face, lowering herself down onto his waiting mouth. She gasped as his tongue flicked over her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.
James’s hands went to her hips, holding her in place as he ate her out with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Sarah’s moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
And then she was coming, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as James lapped up her juices, his mouth hot and wet against her. She collapsed against him, her breathing ragged as she tried to catch her breath.
But James wasn’t finished with her yet. He stood up, his hands going to the straps of the cock cage, undoing them with practiced ease. And then he pushed the cage off, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter.
His cock sprang free, hard and swollen with desire. Sarah’s eyes widened at the sight, her body thrumming with need. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his length, stroking him slowly as she looked up at him with desire in her eyes.
“Fuck me, James,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “I want you inside me.”
And then he was pushing her back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He thrust into her with a slow, deliberate motion, filling her completely. Sarah moaned, her body arching into his as he began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful.
Their lovemaking was slow and sensual, their bodies moving together in a dance of desire. James’s hands roamed over Sarah’s skin, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. Sarah’s nails dug into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as pleasure built inside her.
And then she was coming again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as James pounded into her, his own release not far behind. He groaned, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. And in that moment, Sarah knew that she had found something truly special, something that went beyond mere physical pleasure.
“I love you, James,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of emotion.
“I love you too, Sarah,” James replied, his voice just as soft. “More than anything in this world.”
And as they lay there in each other’s arms, bathed in the warm golden glow of the setting sun, Sarah knew that this was just the beginning of their journey into cuckold chastity, a journey filled with love, desire, and a deep connection that would last a lifetime.
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