<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/69438665">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="45577849" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>We made it all the way to Sunday (just two days after our first adventure with Lucy’s new dildo) before she had me use it on her.</p><p>“I need to get fucked,” is what Lucy said to introduce the idea.</p><p>I was on the couch watching a football game. She was naked and holding the dildo in her hand. When I heard her I had the tiniest bit of hope that she’d unlock me. You understand, I’m sure. When a guy hears his wife say “I need to get fucked” he’d inclined to think it’s going to be him she wants inside her.</p><p>Of course, all of that went away when I turned my head and saw the dildo in her hand.</p><p>“Would you like to do the honors?” she asked.</p><p>I couldn’t get off the couch fast enough. Of course I wanted to do the honors. Of course I wanted to fuck my wife’s pussy with that beautiful dildo.</p><p>She scampered to the bedroom, giggling as she went. I followed behind her, pulling off my clothes as I did. I knew I wasn’t going to get to fuck her, but being naked next to her was a wonderful consolation prize.</p><p>Lucy jumped in our bed and placed the dildo on the nightstand. I followed her and she almost immediately straddled me. I felt her wetness between my legs.</p><p>We kissed as she ground her pussy on my cock in its tight Holy Trainer. The way she moved her tongue was so fucking sexy. I let my hands roam over her body. I played with her breasts. I squeezed her beautiful ass. I made her moan.</p><p>“You’d do anything for me right now, wouldn’t you?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>Lucy smiled. It was a truly joyful smile, no doubt informed by her control over my cock and the many, many orgasms she’d experienced during the first 22 days of Locktober.</p><p>While still straddling me she reached over, grabbed the dildo off the nightstand, and laid it on my chest.</p><p>“I have a confession to make,” she said.</p><p>“What is it?” I asked.</p><p>Lucy gently moved back and forth over my locked cock. It ached painfully. My balls were tight against my body. I actually felt like I could cum.</p><p>“It felt so, so good to have this toy inside me.” She leaned closer and kissed me softly. “I didn’t realize how good it would feel to have something so big in my pussy.”</p><p>She kissed my neck as her confession rattled around my brain.</p><p>“Really?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes. It just feels so good. It’s the thickness, really. There’s just something about being full like that. It’s incredible. It made me cum so hard. That’s why I need it again. I need this big cock inside me,” Lucy said as she picked up the toy and held it between her breasts like she was hugging it.</p><p>“Will you fuck me?” she asked. “Will you fill my pussy with this big toy?”</p><p>“Nothing would make me happier,” I said. “Your pleasure is all that matters. I just want you to feel good. Making you cum fills me with a kind of joy I can’t even describe, and it feels better the longer I’m locked up, honestly.”</p><p>Lucy smiled. “You shouldn’t say things like that. I might keep you in chastity a lot longer than a month if it means I get to enjoy something like this big toy whenever I want.”</p><p>I took the toy from Lucy. She moved to her back and spread her legs. I kissed my way down her body, stopping to suck and lick her nipples as she moaned. I kissed my way around her pussy and then licked her labia to get her nice and wet so the toy would slide in easily.</p><p>“Please, fuck me,” Lucy said.</p><p>I rubbed the toy over her pussy lips. I pushed the head inside and then pulled it out.</p><p>“Please, give it to me,” she said.</p><p>It felt like a wonderful little twist on the game we’d been playing all month. Now I was the one teasing her. I was the one that had seized just a bit of control. She could have ended the game at any time, of course, and simply fucked herself, but I think she wanted to play it this way.</p><p>I think she wanted me to find joy in fucking her with something far bigger than my cock. In truth, it was on my mind. Of course it was. I felt a constant ache between my legs as I teased my wife’s pussy with a big dildo while I was locked in a cage. I knew I was about to penetrate her with something that she found deeply satisfying and it wasn’t my cock. She hadn’t come right out and said it, but Lucy had implied that she enjoyed the toy more than my cock.</p><p>I thought about all of that as I pushed the dildo inside her. Lucy arched her back a little and closed her eyes. A deep, beautiful moan filled the bedroom as I penetrated my wife while my cock was locked in a chastity device.</p><p>“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!”</p><p>She was desperate. I’d never seen her like that. It seemed like Locktober had turned her into a wanton woman, that we’d unlocked a deeper version of her sexuality and set it free. It was thrilling.</p><p>Seeing it in close up was remarkable. It was an entirely unique, beautiful experience to watch Lucy’s pussy lips open around the toy. That’s when I really appreciated just how big it was, and how it really was quite a bit larger than me.</p><p>When she reached down to play with her clit, I knew her orgasm was coming soon.</p><p>“It feels so good,” she said breathlessly. “It feels so fucking good!”</p><p>She came just a few moments later. Her body tensed up and then there was an explosion of pleasure as she arched her back and let loose this beautiful groan while throwing her hands over her head as I continued to push the toy in and out of her.</p><p>“Come here,” Lucy said after I pulled the toy from her pussy.</p><p>I crawled into her arms. She kissed me.</p><p>“That was wonderful,” she said.</p><p>“It was so hot watching the toy slide in and out of you from so close. I’ve never seen anything like it,” I replied.</p><p>“I’m not sure I’ve ever cum like that,” Lucy added as a big smile crossed her face. “We’re definitely going to have to do that again, and again, and again.”</p><p>I don’t think she was doing it purposefully, but Lucy had made it feel like the toy had made her cum harder than my dick ever had. I knew it was the toy, it was the chastity play, it was the constant teasing, etc. It was still a little embarrassing, though I have to admit there was something arousing about it too. After all, my cock was particularly useless for fucking my wife when it was in chastity, which is part of what I loved about it.</p><p>I couldn’t wait to fuck her with the toy again.</p><p><br></p><p>Most years, Lucy would choose a Halloween costume that tended to inspire a laugh (in a good way) or require a bit of explanation before people got the joke. She always looked good, but she never went for the typically sexy costume.</p><p>That changed during our first Locktober. I really think it was because taking control of my cock and putting me in chastity had given her a newfound sense of confidence. I don’t know if that’s true and I don’t really care. The end result is that Lucy went to a Halloween party dressed as Catwoman.</p><p>She bought a skintight black leatherette catsuit, a pair of ankle high boots, cat ears, a sexy black mask, and a little tail. She made it her own. She looked fucking incredible. I’m telling you. The catsuit was the real selling point, obviously. It clung to her body like a second skin and she wore it with the kind of confidence that’s required for that sort of costume.</p><p>I wore a Robin costume. Not Batman. Robin.</p><p>“I’m so sorry, honey. They didn’t have any Batman costumes left,” she said when I made a disappointed face.</p><p>I’m not sure she was telling the truth. They probably had Batman costumes left. I’m pretty sure she wanted me to dress as Robin. I mean, Batman doesn’t let his cock get locked in a chastity cage, right?</p><p>It will surprise no one to learn that everyone looked at Lucy when she walked into the party. Part of it was the costume and part of it was that she walked in the room like she owned the place. It was unbelievable. No one looked at me.</p><p>The party was at a friend’s house and it was absolutely teeming with people. Some I recognized. Some were dressed up in such excellent costumes that they had to identify themselves before I knew who I was talking to.</p><p>Lucy got a lot of attention. A lot. There was a Batman at the party, of course, and he came over to talk to her. Of course he did. He openly flirted, too. I mean, he wasn’t even shy about it.</p><p>I’m pretty sure I saw Lucy doing a little flirting back, but she didn’t spend much time with Batman. She mingled. She moved around the party. I have no doubt that she loved feeling like the center of attention, and she should have. She deserved it. She was beautiful beyond words. She was absolutely the hottest woman there.</p><p>There’s a reason I’m bringing up the party, though. It’s not just because Lucy seemed to transform into a newly-confident woman once she put on the catsuit. It’s not just that a lot of guys seemed to be flirting with her, either.</p><p>I bring it up because of the one guy Lucy really flirted with. The rest of them bounced off of her. This one seemed to catch her interest and she spent more than a little time engaged in conversation with him.</p><p>I’d lost track of her at one point. It was a great party and I was having fun chatting with friends and meeting a few new people. It was getting late though, so I looked around to see if I could spot Lucy. I ended up going on a bit of a search because she wasn’t anywhere on the main floor of the house.</p><p>It wasn’t until I looked in the backyard that I found her. Lucy was sitting on a bench with a guy dressed as Superman, which seemed fitting. It had to be a DC hero, I suppose.</p><p>I stopped and stared. I would have gone into the backyard, but it seemed clear from the window that it was more than a casual conversation.</p><p>They were sitting closer than they needed to. Lucy leaned even closer several times and she couldn’t seem to stop reaching out to touch Superman’s bulging bicep, which I later found out was real and not a part of the costume (which explains why she kept touching it, of course).</p><p>I remember the uncomfortable array of feelings that rushed through my as I watched. There was definitely some jealousy in there. My wife was heavily flirting with another man. Of course I was jealous.</p><p>There was anxiety, too. That was because it seemed like more than harmless flirting. It seemed like Lucy was expressing genuine interest in him. I tried to tell myself it was nothing more than Lucy having the kind of fun that getting dressed up on Halloween allows for, but I didn’t entirely believe it.</p><p>Then there was the arousal. At the time I found it surprising. Why would I be aroused at the sight of my wife flirting with someone else? Why would that make me feel like I wanted to break out of my cage and masturbate? Was it the sense of danger? Was it actually a sense of arousal for her, like my reptilian brain was telling me to fuck my wife to remind her that I was the man she fell in love with?</p><p>All of that was running through my mind as I watched Lucy laugh at something Superman said. She leaned closer and touched his arm again. She ran her fingers down it and they came to rest on his hand for just a second.</p><p>They looked at each other. Neither of them said anything for a moment. Superman leaned closer. His lips parted just a bit. Lucy’s did the same.</p><p>In the moment, it felt like time had slowed. It felt like an hour passed as I watched Superman’s lips slowly approach Lucy’s. It was a split second, of course. They didn’t kiss. Lucy backed off. She said something to him and stood up. He seemed to apologize.</p><p>Lucy came into the house and saw me standing at the window. She knew I’d been watching. I smiled at her.</p><p>Neither of us said anything. I was trying to figure out what she was feeling. Her face wasn’t giving much away. Was she embarrassed that I had seen her? Could she tell that I was aroused? Did she wish she had kissed him? Did she wish she’d never gone out there with him?</p><p>“Did you see that?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded and stepped closer to her. Lucy took a step towards me.</p><p>“Are you mad?” she asked.</p><p>I shook my head. I hadn’t felt anger at any point in the process. I hadn’t even approached anger.</p><p>“I’m sorry,” she said.</p><p>I took the drink from her hand and put it on the counter. I pulled her closer. The thin, soft material of the catsuit felt good against my skin. I kissed her. It wasn’t a soft, “I forgive you” kind of kiss, either. It was a “I watched you flirt with another man and I’m hugely aroused” kind of kiss.</p><p>“Do you want to go home?” Lucy asked after the kiss.</p><p>“Can I use the toy on you?” I asked.</p><p>Lucy smiled. I’d confessed my feelings without having to come out and say it. She knew I was aroused. She probably knew there were other thoughts coursing through my brain too, but she knew I was aroused.</p><p>This time she kissed me. It was the same kind of eager, aggressive kiss.</p><p>“I would expect nothing less,” she said softly as our lips remained just a few inches apart. “How else are you supposed to satisfy me, after all? My Robin’s cock is locked up tight.”</p><p>I smiled at the reference to my costume. I felt delighted at the reference to my chastity.</p><p>We left. Neither of us mentioned the Superman incident, but there’s no question it fueled what happened that night. </p><p>I fucked her with the toy again. I thought about her flirting. I thought about her almost kissing him. I thought about far, far naughtier things. Something in me had unlocked at the Halloween party.</p><p>I’m sure you know what it was. It was my inner cuckold. He’d come out to play. The chastity had likely woken him up. The toy had gotten him excited. The flirting with Superman had brought him to the surface.</p><p>Lucy cuckolded me eventually. She still does, of course. Next time, I’ll tell you how we took the first steps towards our current reality. </p>