With my hands and arms now free, I scoot to the edge of the bed and sit up.  As I begin to stretch my arms and work the kinks out from both my wrists, I catch Sam skipping around the foot of the bed from the corner of my eye. I quickly feel myself becoming hypnotized by the sight of her voluptuous breasts bouncing up and down through the sheer babydoll dress she is wearing. She is just bursting with sexual energy. So much so that she can’t stand still, and continues to bounce up and down in place right in front of me.

Now, be it the sight of her bouncing breasts or the way she is looking at me with pure unadulterated desire, I’ve momentarily all but forgotten about the cock between her legs. That is until she leans in and presses her lips hard and firm against my own. I open my mouth to part her lips and she squeals softly as I gently bite down on her lower lip. I run both of my hands down her face and firmly grip  her jawline, while I drive my tongue deep into her mouth. I then wrap her hair around my fingers and forcefully pull her lips away from mine, so I may slowly start running my lips and tongue down her chin and neck, causing her to moan with pleasure.

While I suck on her neck, Sam grabs hold of my semi-erect member (or, partial tumescence for any other fellow word nerds out there) and places it right alongside her own. She then begins stroking them both, side by side in her hand, causing me to be fully erect once again.

“You really like that, don’t you?” She whispers into my ear while continuing to stroke both cocks in her hand. “My god, look how hard you’re getting.”

She’s right. Is it weird that I’m  getting hard as a fucking rock right now? No, it’s not weird, and no, you’re not fucking gay either, weirdo! It’s the newness of this whole experience you’re sharing with your wife. That makes sense. I’m cool with that.

“What do ya say we go and get you all dolled up?” Sam interrupts while whispering  seductively into my ear, saving me the embarrassment of trying to explain why I’m hard. 

“Anything you say, Sweetheart,” I manage to utter back.

I jump to my feet, and with leash in hand, she leads me into the bathroom, where she directs me to take a seat on the bench in front of her vanity. Then, for good measure, she loops the handle of the leash around the towel hook, which causes us both a good chuckle. She then proceeds over to the mystery bag and takes out a few garments.

“Here, put these on before we get started with your makeup,” she says while tossing me the garments she just took out of the bag. “Let me know if you need any help.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll manage,” I tell her while unlatching the leash from my collar and standing up. “Now you’ll have to excuse me while I get dressed. A woman prefers to do some things in private, you know.”

“Oh, I understand you completely,” she says as I make my way towards our bedroom for privacy. “Oh, but hold on a second. How silly of me. I totally forgot. Here, you’ll want to put this on before slipping into those panties. I’m sure there’s directions in the box.”

I catch the Rubik's Cube-sized box and shoot my wife one of those ‘what now’ looks.

“Just trust me, and hurry up. If you don’t take too long, I’ll let you pick out your dress.”

Oh geez, thanks, I think to myself and continue into the bedroom for some privacy to get dressed. I was not prepared for what I found written on the box. I read it twice just to make sure, and sure enough, stated right there on the side of the box were the words ‘contains: one cock cage for male chastity’. What the fuck is this? I thought chastity was something that fathers would make their daughters wear back in the day to ensure they’d remain virgins until a suitable business, er, marriage arrangement, could be secured. “Barbaric fools,” I mumble under my breath.

“What are you talking about in there?” My wife, the mind reader, asks from the other room. “You better not be chickening out on me!”

“Give me a break,” I respond, “it’s not like I’ve done this before or anything.”

I scan through the directions while waiting for another reply. After about a minute of silence, I grab hold of my ball sack, and with some spittle from my mouth for lubricant, I manage to slide both my balls and cock through the ring of the cock cage. I immediately notice by the throbbing, that my cock has taken a liking to this newfound tightness, as I watch it begin to grow a little bigger with each new pulsate. Not now, I think. If I get hard I’ll never get my penis into that cage. So I spit on my cock for lubricant and slide it into the cage. I adjust it so that the cage latch is lined up with the O-ring latch and swiftly insert the lock and key. I give the key a twist and quickly remove it, leaving the lock firmly in place to hold the cage all together.

“Boom, bitch, whatcha gotta say about that? Yeah, that’s what I thought, nothing,” I say to my cock as I lift my arms up in a ‘V’.  I imagine this feeling couldn’t be much different than how a cowboy would feel after looking up from wrestling a calf to the ground for a successful pin and tie, and noticing he just set a new best time record. 

I take a bow and wait for the roar from the crowd to settle down, before slipping into the white lace thong panty and matching sheer bra with ease. The panties cover the cock cage completely, and the bra hugs my chest just snugly enough to highlight my hard and increasingly aroused nipples. Next I slide on the matching garter belt and white thigh highs. The stockings create a pleasant cooling effect that feels like heaven on my smooth legs. I could get used to this, I thought. Now let’s see how I go about fastening these clamps to the stockings.

“Hey, Babe, wanna come give me a hand!” I yell out to my wife in frustration after struggling with the garter clips for almost five minutes.

“Did I hear you say you could use my help?” my wife says with an ‘I told you so’ look on her face.

“Yeah, how the hell do you get these fastened without wanting to kill someone?” I ask holding a garter clip in my hand. “I don’t get why they won’t stay clipped together. What am I doing wrong?”

“Hey, just like you said, ‘it ain’t like you’ve ever done this before’. Don’t be so hard on yourself. It takes practice,” she tells me comfortingly. “Here, watch me.”

“Impressive!” I tell her once she has finished. “You made it look so easy.”

“We’re all good at something. I’m good at putting them on and you’re good at ripping them off. Now let’s go see how you look in the light.”

Sam leads me back into the bathroom again and takes a few steps back to get a good look at me under the lights being cast from her vanity mirror.

“Looking good, Babe! I really like this look on you, and those panties, wow! They hide your junk perfectly. If I didn’t know any better, it’d be hard to tell you were hiding something behind there,” she says. “Now, let me see it!”

“See what?” I ask her, “did you forget about...”

“I want to see it now!” She demands, cutting me off mid-sentence. “The cage. I want to see how the cage looks on you. Slide your panties to the side for me like a good little slut.”

I am not used to hearing my wife speak so dominantly, which makes it hard for me to take her seriously. Somehow I manage to refrain myself from laughing and quickly try transitioning myself back into the submissive role. “Is this what you want to see?” I ask her seductively, in my most feminine voice, while sliding one of my hands into my panties.

“Yes,” she answers sternly, “Show it to me.”

I use the hand that I still have tucked inside my panties to cradle my caged cock and balls, and then with the other, I slowly begin sliding them to the side.

“What, are you shy? Move your hand so I ca...” Sam begins saying, but stops the moment I lift my hand and am left standing there completely exposed for her to see.

“My, my,” she continues, “you are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Satisfaction guaranteed and I ain’t received any complaints in that department yet,” I answer, becoming a little more confident with my female voice. Which for some reason I notice has a Southern accent to it. Oh well, I think to myself, go with what works, I guess.

“Alright, that’s enough. Come take a seat, Ms. Parton, and we’ll get you going on the makeover.”

“Ms. Parton?” I ask my wife, puzzled.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You prefer Dolly?”

Oh, I get it. Because of the Southern accent in my female voice.

“Dolly is fine,” I find myself saying, as I adjust my panties and take a seat on the bench in front of Sam’s vanity.

Hoping to turn this opportunity into a real holy cow moment, I decide it’d be best if I wait until Sam completes the makeover before looking into the mirror. She doesn’t just stop with makeup though. No, not at all. She goes way above and beyond any of my wildest expectations. I’m talking painted press-on nails for my fingers with matching polish on my toes, a pretty realistic women’s wig, a sheer skintight miniskirt dress, and a pair of matching platform heels that she managed to find in my size. When she asks me to hold my hair out of the way so she could replace the collar around my neck with a much more feminine sequined choker, I start to become nervous, knowing she's almost finished. After giving me one last look over and making a final adjustment to my hair, she tells me to stand up and let her know what I think.

As I stand there in front of the mirror, I can’t believe what I'm seeing. Bill has completely vanished, and there left in his place is another me. A beautifully softened, feminine me. My female counterpart, if you will. Not only do I look like a woman, I feel like a woman. Like we have just awakened some sort of ancient feminine spirit that had long gone dormant inside of me. A wave of emotions begins to wash over me, and suddenly I feel like crying, laughing, singing and dancing all at once.

Then, when my nostrils catch a whiff from the perfume that my wife is spritzing me with, I begin to have another feeling come over me as my cock tries its best to become erect inside the chastity cage. This causes a whole new sensation of pleasure to occur inside of me that's unlike any other I have ever felt. So pleasurable in fact, that a wet spot is starting to appear on the outside of my panties as precum begins to slowly drizzle out from the tip of my fully restrained, yet still unerect penis.

“Soo...” Sam says, looking me up and down, before nervously asking, “what do you think? I think you look so fuckin' sexy like this!”

“I know. I mean, I don’t know what I mean. It’s just incredible! You made me look so beautiful that I can’t even believe it’s me. Thank you so much, Baby,” I say to Sam, not sure if I want to admit out loud that I’m actually getting turned on by this new feminine image I see staring back at me.

“I’m glad you like, but you’ve always been beautiful. I just painted you under a different light, that’s all,” she says, moving in closer to me. “Just so you know, the fact that you’re willing to do this with me turns me on.”

She moves in even closer and I feel her cock press up against my leg. Only this time I am surprised when, instead of it repulsing me, I reach down and start stroking it with both of my hands.

“I’m so fuckin' horny for you to suck my cock right now,” Sam begins whispering in my ear. “You want to suck it for me, Princess? Tell me. I want to hear you tell me how bad you want to suck Daddy’s big fuckin' cock.”

I don’t need much coercing. I already feel as horny as a teenage boy who’s getting ready to see pussy for the very first time in his life. So feeling her hot breath on my ear while she talks dirty to me is more than enough to get me started up.

Before I even realize what I was going to say, the words, “I want to suck your cock so bad, Daddy,” comes blaring out from my mouth. Hearing that come out of my mouth sounds foreign and wrong, and for a moment, before Sam chimes back in to set me at ease, I'm starting to feel very self-conscious about continuing our kinky little love fest.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right,” Sam says. Sensing my hesitation, she continues trying to nudge me out of my comfort zone. “What kind of cock do you want to suck? Daddy’s what cock...”

“Daddy’s big fuckin' cock!” I answer enthusiastically, completely disintegrating the last morsel of doubt in my sexual competency. Now, feeling more confident than ever, I tell her, “You know how much of a whore I am for your big fuckin' cock, Daddy. I need to feel you deep in my slutty little whore mouth,” all the while continuing to stroke her cock in my hand.

While maintaining eye contact, I lower myself down into a sort of catcher's-like squat position. I line myself up so that I’m angled perfectly with the mirror, and spread my legs so that Sam has a view right up my skirt. I cross my arms behind my back, just as much for the view as they act as support, then with no hands, I place my mouth around the head of my wife’s cock. I hold my lips there while I look up to gaze into my wife’s eyes. Once our eyes have locked, I begin to slowly take her cock deeper and deeper into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. Just as I’m starting to think I couldn’t possibly take anymore, Sam grabs the back of my head and forces the last two inches of her eight-inch cock to disappear inside my mouth.

“Well, look at that,” she exclaims. With her entire cock shoved all the way down my throat, she arches her upper body back and enjoys the visual she gets from the full-length mirror. “I’m impressed! You really are a little cock sucking whore. Nobody’s ever been able to deepthroat me like this before.”

When the muscles in my throat begin to tighten around her member, she releases her grip on the back of my head and slowly withdraws half of her she-shaft before thrusting it all the way back in. With her eyes still glued to our reflection in the mirror, she starts to pick up the pace, fucking my face a little faster and harder with every thrust. With each new thrust, I can feel more and more of my saliva run down my chin and onto my chest and legs as my mouth salivates uncontrollably. To keep from falling backwards, I wrap one of my arms around her waist and the other around her thigh.

With my one hand still gripping her waist for balance, I maneuver my other hand between her thighs and insert my first two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. I begin finger-banging her in perfect unison with each face-fucking thrust she dishes out. When the pattern to her breathing accelerates and clearly begins to sound heavier, I can tell it isn’t going to be long before she’s hallelujahing to the sound of sweet orgasmic bliss. As the first toe-curling moans begin to escape from her lips, I quickly slide my other two fingers up into her tight ass and start fingering both her holes profusely.

“Oh my god, you fuckin' cocksucker!” She yells out loudly. “You little fuckin' cocksucker! You’re gunna make me cum. Don’t stop. I’m gunna cum! I’m gunna cum right fuckin' now! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Was it as good for you as it was me?” I ask through the overflowing mouthful of saliva that is still dripping from my mouth onto my chest.

“You have no idea, but you’re about to find out!” She warns more than she tells me. “It’s your turn!”

Hearing that is sweet music to my ears. I can’t wait to let my pecker out of this cage and slip it into my wife. So I am quite surprised when I hear Sam say, “What do you think you’re doing?” when she sees me reaching for the key to unlock this cock cage.

“Taking my cock out of this cage. Didn’t I just hear you say that it was my turn?” I remind her.

“Nah-ah,” she says quickly while trying to gain back her composure. “I don’t think so. I’m not gunna let my little cock slut down without giving her what all dirty little sluts need. Besides, it would be a shame to waste all of that slippery saliva you’ve got all over your chest.”

Using her hands, she collects all the saliva from off my chest, bends me over the bathtub, and places her she-cock on top of the crack of my ass. She then spreads nature’s natural lubricant all over her cock and directly onto my virgin asshole. Once she is convinced I’m plenty lubricated, she rams the head of her cock into my tight ass, causing me to moan out in pain. She pulls it out and quickly penetrates me again, with only the head. She continues to fuck me with the tip of her dick until she hears my moans of pain begin to sound like moans of pleasure.

I begin to feel an extreme amount of pressure building up inside my flaccid penis as soon as she starts thrusting her cock all the way in me. It doesn’t take long before I feel precum begin to drizzle out from the tip of my cock. I quickly start meeting each one of her thrusts with unbridled backwards thrusts of my own.

“Oh my god, Sam! Oh my fucking god! You’re gunna make me cum. Fuck me harder! Seriously. Please, fuck me harder!” I begin shouting in ecstasy.

“Yeah? You want it harder?” Sam ask as she starts to pound me harder while now rubbing the tip of my cock that’s sticking out from the small pee hole of the cage through my panties. “How 'bout this?”

“Yes, goddammit! Just like that, Sam. Yes, just like that!” I yell uncontrollably as I start to cum. “I’m fucking cumming. Do you hear me? I’m fucking cumming!”

“Holy shit, you drenched these fuckin panties!” She says as the last of my cum dribbles out the head of my dick and into the panties.

I give in to the weight of gravity and allow her cock to slide out of me, as we both collapse, satisfied, onto our bathroom floor.

After about ten minutes of lying there with nothing but silence between us, I say, “I don’t really want to talk about it,” to my wife.

“Oh, but you did like it though, right?” She asks anyway.

“Why, I haven’t a clue of what you’re talking about, my love,” I answer as a huge smile begins to spread across my face.

“I love you, my clueless husband,” Sam tells me as she snuggles in closer to cuddle.

“Okay,” I tell her while giving her a kiss on the forehead and wrapping her up tightly in my arms, “as long as you know, I love you more!”

The end...?