Author's notes: This story contains some humiliation and the use of a cock cage. While I know that it's not what happens in all cuckold relationships, I can tell you this is my experience and one of the kinks my wife and I enjoy. This is an ongoing story and I look forward to any and all feedback.
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My name is Steve. My wife Gwynn and I have been married for several years. If you have been keeping up with our story you know that we decided to spice things up sexually.
After trying different things, we ended up with my wife Gwynn taking a lover. His name is Rick and is much more masculine than me. He also has a cock a few inches longer and a whole lot bigger around. He was a member of my wife's hiking club here in the Rockies. They started flirting and one thing led to another. Now he is her full-time boyfriend and I am her cuckold husband. Everyone in their hiking group knows she is married but also is fully aware they are a couple.
Part of what turned me on by being her cuckold, was a little humiliation. Gwynn was a little hesitant at first, but really started getting into that part more than I could ever imagine. It was too much for me as more people in her group learned of our situation. So, after a while and one really scary experience I thought would have destroyed our marriage we worked through it. She broke it off with Rick and we went back to being a couple. We loved each other but I could tell she still needed or wanted Rick. His companionship as well as the fantastic sex that they had.
We decided she could see him again, but they were not spending the night together at his house. That was too much for me. Gwynn would lock me in a pink cock cage when they were hiking or together at his house, but she would always come home to me. I explained to her that having her gone all night with me locked up and not knowing what was happening was too much. So, after a few months back together Gwynn came up with an idea.
Rick was going to come and stay at our house. That way I knew what was going on and was there the entire time. She told me they would stay in the Master Bedroom and leave the door open. I could sleep in the guest bedroom and could come and go to see and hear them as much as I wanted.
I agreed, but I am not sure this is exactly what I had in mind. As part of the humiliation thing, in the days leading up to the date, Gwynn kept me in a cage. She let me out twice to give me a quick hand job but that was it. I wasn't allowed to get near her pussy. She said she was saving herself for Rick.
She also shaved herself bald. Something she had never done for me even when I begged. However, Rick mentioned it and she was completely smooth the next day.
She took things a little farther by shaving me bald as well before putting the cock cage back on. I looked like a little boy. Then she had me move some clothes into the guest room and move all my toiletries into the guest bathroom. She wanted to make Rick feel at home and wanted it to feel like his space.
When Rick arrived, Gwynn had me pull my car out of the garage so Rick could park his massive truck in there. On top of that, when he arrived, while they were hugging and kissing, she had me take his bags into our bedroom while they sipped on a glass of wine.
By that point, I was broken and torn between the humiliation and the arousal I was feeling, basically I had no will to argue or fight anymore. So I put all his stuff away for him. That wasn't their idea, it was mine. Gwynn thought it was sweet and Rick just grinned at me.
The final act to shock me before dinner was Gwynn took off her rings for me to put in the jewelry box. She said that she was Rick's date, and he was the only man for her tonight so the rings her husband gave her were locked in a box, much like my dick was locked in a cage.
The only jewelry she wore was an anklet with the word Hotwife on it, Gwynn and Rick's initials and the key to my cage.
So now we were heading to the restaurant. I was driving with Gwynn in the passenger seat. She looked stunning in a dress Rick had bought for her. Rick sat in the back seat while I drove. However, Gwynn spent all her time turning to talk to Rick. I was merely the driver. I did not mind it that much because of the way her dress plunged between her breasts. When she twisted to talk to Rick, I could clearly see her nipple as her dress parted and stuck out slightly. I was in heaven. Then my brain started throbbing wondering why I was so excited to catch a glimpse of my wife's breast. Something I would normally get a chance to look at anytime I want before I pushed for this relationship, but that was not the case anymore.
Gwynn then turned to sit in her chair normal for a minute looking straight ahead. At a stop sign, I glanced to the side and noticed her hand was toward the back seat and she was holding hands with Rick.
To anyone driving by we looked like a couple with a friend in the back seat. But in the car, it was a Hotwife holding hands with her lover while her husband drove them to dinner.
We arrived at the restaurant and Rick got out quickly to open the door for Gywnn. He said they would put our names on the list while I parked the car. As I drove off, I saw him guiding her to the entrance. His hand on the bare small of her back right above the fabric of the dress that barely covered her ass and panties.
Once I parked and made it to the restaurant they had already been seated. I asked the host about it and said "My wife and I are here with a friend. I think you just seated them."
His eyes glimmered and he said, "Oh yes, follow me." As we walked toward the rear of the restaurant. As it turned out, the table was in a dark romantic corner in the back.
The host and I both hesitated as we saw the scene before us. Gwynn was sitting by Rick. Their hands were visible touching on the top of the table while they playfully kissed each other. These were kisses of familiarity that people intimately exchange with each other.
Gywnn finally noticed me and the host walking up and stopped kissing Rick. She smiled at me. "There you are. I wondered what was taking so long."
The host simply said in jest. "Sir I believe this is your wife and friend?" Looking straight at me.
Gwynn chimed in. "Yes, he's my husband, but this isn't my friend, he's my boyfriend." The host looked at me in shock and then, trying to hold back a laugh. I just turned red with embarrassment watching him walk off.
Gwynn and Rick acted like it was no big deal and started looking at the menus as if nothing happened. I on the other hand was watching the host leaning in and whispering to the other workers while pointing in my direction. This was a new level of humiliation for me that I wasn't prepared for.
The waitress showed up and introduced herself. She told us the specials and went to get our drinks. I was happy she was apparently oblivious to what had happened. That is until I saw the host whisper to her. Her eyes got big and when she came back to us, she kept looking at Rick and Gwynn flirting and touching, then glanced over to see me do nothing to stop it. She frowned a little in my direction after she took our order and walked away.
Most of dinner went off great. We had good conversation, and the food was amazing. I was a little bothered by Gwynn and Rick constantly touching each other or holding hands under the table. They would occasionally mention how good their meal was and feed each other a piece of food. Gwynn hardly acknowledged me. I would have said something, but it was way past that by this point. I was broken. I knew it and they knew it. Now it was just a matter of how far they would go and push me.
At the end, the waitress asked, "How are the checks this evening?"
