<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="48732242" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>By the time Lucy cuckolded me, I’d been locked for a little more than six weeks. If you’ve been locked for any amount of time, you probably understand that I was borderline insane at that point. Absolutely everything aroused me. The smell of Lucy’s hair would turn me on. A tight hug was enough to make my cock ache with a deep need to be released.</p><p>Knowing that she was going to indulge in what had quickly become a powerfully arousing fantasy of mine was a whole different world of desire for me. From the moment Lucy and I had agreed that she would cuckold me I was almost constantly turned on.</p><p>There was a week between when she told me I’d be a cuckold and when she went on her second date with Ben and fucked him. That was the longest week of my life, though almost entirely in a good way.</p><p>Being locked up long term is a real push and pull kind of situation. There’s a part of me that desperately wants to be unlocked so I can cum. That part of me finds it unpleasant and annoying to be in my cage all the time. There’s also a part of me that craves the pleasure of denial more than anything in the world and never wants to be let out of my cage. I’ve come to love that those two sides of me are constantly engaged in battle.</p><p>Lucy teased me throughout the week before my cuckolding. The level of physical contact was even higher than usual, and she spent a lot of time at home in little to no clothing. There were hugs, kisses, and sessions of her grinding on me simply because she wanted to drive me crazy with lust.</p><p>There was also an outing to buy her something new to wear for her date with Ben. It was my first experience with that kind of shopping trip and it was an exquisitely arousing treat.</p><p>We went to a lingerie shop first. Lucy walked through the aisles of delicate, beautiful little outfits and she couldn’t stop smiling. Every time she turned around she had a giddy grin on her face.</p><p>When she asked me what she should wear for Ben to fuck her in, I actually doubled over because of the surge of pain between my legs. It was such a simple thing, and yet the arousal was genuinely overpowering. Again, it had been six weeks since I’d been permitted to cum. That’s a whole different kind of arousal.</p><p>By the time Saturday night rolled around, I felt like I was teetering on the edge of madness. The past week had been the most arousing of my life, and yet I hadn’t been able to achieve an erection. Not once. It was all just the ache of chastity between my legs. It was my cock trying in vain to grow inside its metal prison.</p><p>Lucy had climaxed countless times in the first half of the week, but after Wednesday she’d cut herself off. She wanted desire coursing through her when she met with Ben. She wanted to be dripping at the very idea of being with him. It worked. </p><p>“Feel my pussy,” Lucy said after changing into the lingerie she’d picked out for Ben.</p><p>I slipped my hand into her underwear and felt the incredible wetness. It was like a flood between her legs. Her lace panties were already damp and she’d just put them on.</p><p>“You’re soaked,” I said.</p><p>Lucy smiled. “For him,” she said.</p><p>She hadn’t told me to take my hand from her panties, so I let my fingers push a little deeper inside her. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and watched her face contort in pleasure. It was a delightful sight to see.</p><p>She wasn’t going to let me make her cum though, so Lucy eventually pulled my hand from her panties. Much to my surprise, she lifted my fingers to her mouth and wrapped her lips around them. She sucked them clean like she was giving head and I smiled as the ache of arousal once again built between my legs. I felt the sense of discomfort and pain that I’d grown used to. I felt the reality of being a man locked in chastity and I loved it.</p><p>“I love you,” I said to Lucy.</p><p>She smiled and kissed me. Her wet lips pressed hard against mine as her tongue pushed into my mouth. We shared the taste of her pussy that she’d sucked off of my fingers.</p><p>“I love you too,” Lucy said as she gently pulled away.</p><p>She turned and walked towards the closet as I stared at her incredible ass in the black thong she wore.</p><p>When Lucy emerged from the closet she was in the black lace dress she’d picked out and she looked breathtakingly beautiful.</p><p>“You look incredible,” I said.</p><p>“Thank you,” she replied with a smile.</p><p>We shared another kiss, though this was one more of the slow, romantic style. There wasn’t any tongue. It was a kiss of connection between a married couple.</p><p>“As long as this goes well, I’m going to spend the night with Ben,” Lucy said. “So I won’t see you until tomorrow.”</p><p>“Okay,” I replied, though there’s no question I was disappointed.</p><p>Lucy smiled and said, “We’ll almost certainly fuck again tomorrow morning. Then I’ll come home to you.”</p><p>I took her hand and lifted it to my lips. I gave it a soft kiss and said, “Have fun. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow morning.”</p><p>She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. I watched her car pull out of the driveway and head off down the road. I watched my wife leave to have sex with another man. I watched her leave to spend the night in another man’s bed. It was incredible in so many ways, including some that left me feeling insanely anxious, as you might expect.</p><p>The anxiety came first. The moment Lucy’s car was out of sight I couldn’t help but wonder if we’d made a colossal mistake. I thought about Lucy having the absolute best sex of her life and feeling like she didn’t need me anymore. I thought about her having truly terrible sex and deciding that the whole thing had been a mistake.</p><p>The arousal came a little later when my mind calmed down. I thought about Lucy having great sex and then coming home in the morning and having another great orgasm as she teased me in my chastity cage. I thought about being released from chastity and having the best orgasm of my life. I thought about a whole bunch of other deeply pleasing things, too, and by the time I got into bed I was positively giddy about the idea of being Lucy’s cuckolded husband.</p><p>She sent a text a little after midnight: “The sex was great. I’ll see you in the morning.”</p><p>I read the text at least a dozen times. Maybe more. Each time I read it, beautiful imagery filled my mind. I saw Lucy on her back in the lingerie she’d bought. I saw Ben on top, fucking my wife until she came on his cock. I saw Lucy riding him. I saw them fucking all over his house. I saw them showering together. I saw her sleeping in his arms. I saw them fucking in the middle of the night.</p><p>It will come as no surprise that I didn’t sleep much that night. I had a hard time falling asleep, and then my brain dropped a bunch of fantasies into my dreams. I couldn’t escape it.</p><p>Lucy returned home a little after noon on Sunday. She wore the same outfit, though her hair was a little messier and she wasn’t wearing any makeup. In the moment, that made her even more beautiful to me because it was all part of spending the night at another man’s house.</p><p>A bright, genuine smile broke across her face when she saw me. We shared an eager, erotic kiss at the front door as my hands moved over Lucy’s beautiful body.</p><p>“Would you like to play?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded vigorously and Lucy took my hand and led us to the bedroom.</p><p>“Unzip me,” she said.</p><p>I pulled on the zipper and Lucy’s dress fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and turned around. We kissed again. This time it was infused with more passion. I couldn’t help myself. My wife was dressed in lingerie that she’d worn for someone else. Ben had fucked her in it. Probably twice. Maybe more than twice.</p><p>Lucy undressed me as we kissed. She took her time, too. Her warm, soft hands moved into my shirt after she unbuttoned it. They brushed over my skin before she tossed the shirt aside and moved to my pants. She wrapped her fingers around my locked cock and balls soon after I was naked.</p><p>“I love that you were locked all night long,” she whispered. “I love that you were aching in your cage while Ben’s big cock was inside me.”</p><p>All I could do was groan. Her words wormed into my brain and set off a pleasure bomb that spread through my body, concentrating between my legs. My dick hurt. My balls ached. I craved release more than anything in the world and I wasn’t sure she was going to give it to me.</p><p>“I love that you were home thinking about me while I was in Ben’s bed thinking about him. I love that you haven’t cum in at least six weeks and I came six times last night with someone else’s cock inside me,” Lucy said.</p><p>She kissed me while stroking my locked dick. It was a painful, teasing handjob. It was also a thrilling experience.</p><p>“I love that you didn’t put up a fight when I wanted to cuckold you,” Lucy said. “I love that you wanted me to have what I needed.” </p><p>She paused for a moment and looked into my eyes. She pressed her forehead against mine and softly whispered, “I love you.”</p><p>Lucy stepped back and pushed me into the bed. I marveled at the hungry look in her eyes, like she was just as excited to be home as she had been to be in another man’s bed.</p><p>She climbed into bed and straddled me. She smiled and leaned over. “The sex was great,” she said while grinding her hips over my crotch and pressing her panties into my cock. “It was exactly what I needed.”</p><p>Any cuckolds out there know how it only takes a few words to drive you crazy, in ways both good and bad. “It was exactly what I needed,” is what did it for me. I loved that she got something she needed by fucking someone else. I also found it anxiety-inducing that she was getting what she needed from someone else.</p><p>I reached up and moved my hands over Lucy’s body. I caressed her breasts in the black lingerie and grabbed her ass while she continued to move over my crotch. I felt the incredible heat emanating from between her legs.</p><p>“Did he fuck you this morning?” I asked.</p><p>“He fucked me right before I left,” Lucy said. “Why do you think I’m so happy?”</p><p>That one hit me right in the cuckold sweet spot. I wasn’t sure if she was playing with me or being entirely honest, but I enjoyed the comment. I enjoyed that she was happy no matter the reason.</p><p>“He fucked me twice last night, too. It was so beautiful, baby. I came so hard with his long, thick cock inside me,” Lucy continued.</p><p>I felt like my cock was going to explode from the lack of release and that my balls were going to go with it. It was incredible.</p><p>“Do you like that he fucked me again this morning?” Lucy asked as she leaned closer. </p><p>She kissed my neck and I moaned before answering, “Yes.”</p><p>“Do you like that my pussy is still wet with desire for him? Do you like that I’m still soaked because another man fucked me?” she asked.</p><p>“Fuck yes,” I said immediately.</p><p>Lucy’s lips hovered just above mine as she smiled and whispered, “Do you want to feel my wet pussy, baby?”</p><p>I nodded and said, “Yes, please.”</p><p>Lucy pulled off her panties and straddled me once more. She sat her pussy on top of the Holy Trainer. I couldn’t feel much. The device just doesn’t expose much flesh. I could feel the heat. I could feel that she was wet, mostly because my little chastised cock moved inside her with such ease.</p><p>Lucy laughed as she moved her hips over my crotch, teasing my locked cock. “I still can’t believe I fucked someone else,” she said. “I still can’t believe you were in our bed and locked up in your cute little chastity device while someone else fucked me to the best orgasms of my life.”</p><p>I nearly started whining for her to release me. Consciously or not, Lucy was skillfully manipulating me into a place of wild, overwhelming arousal. Every word she uttered drove me deeper into my desire.</p><p>“Please,” was all I said.</p><p>“Please what?” Lucy asked.</p><p>She opened the door, so I stepped through it. “Please let me out.”</p><p>Lucy leaned forward once more. I glanced at her cleavage before enjoying another soft kiss from my wife. A smile broke across her face soon after.</p><p>“So you really want to feel my pussy, huh?” she asked.</p><p>I could hear the desperation in my voice as I said, “Yes. Absolutely. I want to feel your pussy. I just want to feel it.”</p><p>A contemplative look crossed Lucy’s face before she replied. “You know, I was considering letting you fuck me. I really was. I’ve decided against it, though.”</p><p>“Why?” I said.</p><p>Lucy sat on my locked cock. I knew the tip was inside her. I could feel the wetness from her pussy dripping down around my balls.</p><p>“Because this is what’s better for both of us. Because I have Ben to fuck me now. He can provide me with the sexual satisfaction I really crave. Because you’re a much better husband when you’re locked up. Because I think you’re a little bit happier when you’re locked up and in this perpetually denied state. Because I think you’re better suited to eating pussy than you are to fucking it.”</p><p>As the last words left her lips Lucy swiftly moved to straddle my face. She dropped her wet pussy onto my mouth and I started licking her immediately.</p><p>She was soaked. It was exquisite. The heat and wetness were what I noticed first, but soon I detected a hint of latex as my tongue probed her pussy and flicked over her clit. That focused my brain on the notion that someone else had been inside my wife not that long before I was licking her. I was eating a freshly-fucked pussy and that pussy belonged to the woman I’d married. It was a splendid head trip.</p><p>“Do I taste good, baby?” Lucy asked as she lifted her pussy off my mouth.</p><p>I nodded as Lucy reached down and ran her fingers over my lips. She pushed them into my mouth and I sucked them clean.</p><p>“Does it turn you on to lick my pussy after Ben fucked me?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded again as Lucy continued to slide her fingers in and out of my mouth. I was so much more than turned on, though. It felt like something else entirely. It was incredible. It was an otherworldly experience. Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn’t meant to fuck her. Maybe my place was strictly to lick her pussy after someone else had fucked her.</p><p>Lucy sat on my face again and once again I plunged my tongue inside her. I wanted more of the taste. I couldn’t resist it. It felt so spectacularly kinky.</p><p>It took just a few minutes for Lucy to cum. I loved the way her legs clamped down on my head and more juices leaked out of her pussy and onto my face. I loved the way she screamed, like having me lick her pussy after Ben had fucked her provided a special kind of arousal. I loved everything about it.</p><p>Afterwards, Lucy cuddled up next to me and immediately wrapped her fingers around my locked cock and balls.</p><p>“This is mine,” she whispered.</p><p>It didn’t need a response. It was the absolute truth. I’d agreed to it and I loved it. I wanted it. She owned my cock and balls.</p><p>“I’m seeing Ben again next weekend,” she said. “I expect that will become a regular thing. I’ll let you out at some point, but for now you’re going to stay locked, okay?”</p><p>“Okay,” I said as I savored the feel of Lucy’s warm skin against mine. Even the way she gripped my imprisoned genitals was arousing.</p><p>“You’re a cuckold now,” she said. “My cuckold.”</p><p>I certainly was, and next time I’ll tell you about when Lucy finally let me out of my chastity device and gave me an orgasm.</p>