Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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Chapter 10: Release from the cage, Cosplay fun
At work, I found I was constantly aware of the chastity cage around my
cock. When I went to pee, I had to sit down and then use toilet paper to
clean the area around the hole of the chastity cage.
On Monday night, Layla called. She asked how I was doing in the cage? I
told her I was doing fine. When I asked her about her cage, she said
she'd previously worn her cage fot weeks on end, and she's used to having
it on.
She asked how my ass was. I told her a little sore, but ok. She told me
tht's normal. The next time we do it, I'll be less sore. By the time the
weekend is over, she said, It'll be only pleasure.
I said nothing about whether I'd do it again. I told her about the cum
fart. She laughed, and told me that was normal until you've done it a few
times.
When I asked why that was, she replied that after you've done it a few
times, your sphincter loosens a bit. When you're done, the cum will just
drip out instead of being blown out with the air forced in during sex.
She told me that the soreness would probably be gone by morning. She
suggested I purchase the correct condoms for the weekend, and an extra
bottle of lube to keep down stairs.
When we signed off, she again reminded me she was in a chastity cage, and
that we were going to save it up for each other until Friday night.
On Tuesday morning, Layla called. She was upset. Just after breakfast,
and before the first lecture, she had gone into the ladie's room. She
went into a stall and was sitting peeing. Apparently, she didn't latch
the stall door. Another woman opened it up and saw her caged cock. She
screamed. Layla said she said "Don't tell" and closed the door. She
quickly finished up, and got out of the bathroom. When she came out, the
woman was pointing at her and excitedly talking to people. At the end of
the first lecture, a woman came up to her and told her she had been
"outed" and many of the 500 nurses at the conference now knew her secret.
I told her that if everyone knew, she should hold her head up high and
continue as if nothing had happened. Hiding and trying to avoid it
wouldn't work. The rumors would brew stronger if she wasn't around for
people to see.
On Tuesday night, Layla called. She was calmer. She said that she went to
the second lecture and a woman sat down next to her. The woman told her
she and her girlfriend both wore CB-6000 chastity cages when they were
away from each other. Layla said they had a short conversation, and
agreed to have lunch together. At lunch, the woman, whose name was Cindy,
introduced her to two other nurses, Emanuelle and Naisa. Naisa told Layla
that all four of them were out, some on purpose, some accidentally.
Emanuelle said that she kept her boyfriend in a chastity cage, but didn't
have to wear one herself, unlike the other girls at the table. Layla said
she volunteered that she was wearing hers to show solidarity with me
wearing mine. Cindy said she was doing the same. Naisa said she wore one
all the time, and her girlfriend wore one only when one of them was
travelling. During lunch, a woman came over and asked Layla if she could
have a private word. Layla said she stepped away from the table and the
woman asked where to buy a chastity cage for her "cheating husband" to
wear when she was away from home. After she explained to the woman how to
buy one over the Internet, she said she went back to the table and told
Cindy, Emanuelle, and Naisa what just happened, and they shared a laugh.
Layla said her cage was paining her, because she spent the afternoon
lectures daydreaming about me in my cage. I told her that my cage was
paining me, because she wasn't there. We signed off, both promising not
to relieve our suffering.
On Wednesday night, Layla called. She said she had a good night out with
"the girls", whose number now included the woman with the cheating
husband, and a gay male nurse who volunteered that he was similarly
caged. She texted me a picture of her cock still locked in the chastity
cage, and I texted her back one of mine. We both signed off, both
promising not to relieve our suffering in the cages.
On Thursday night, Layla called. She said she shared my picture with
Cindy, Naisa, and Emanuelle. She forwarded me pictures of Cindy, Naisa
and their partners similarly caged cocks, and Emanuelle's boyfriend's
cock caged. There was a lot of variation in cages. Naisa's cage looked
like it was clear rubber. Layla said is was some kind of silicone, but
had little spikes inside to discourage even the start of an erection. Her
girlfriend wore one that had a mesh tube and a padlock that went around
the entire shaft. Emanuelle's boyfriend's was chrome plated steel, and
clearly thinner than his cock, which bulged through the bars. Cindy and
her girlfriend's were yet another design, similar to the one Layla and I
were wearing, but had a prominent lock instead of one built in. Layla
told me she was incredibly horny after looking at the pictures. I told
her I was, too, even though some of these cages scared me. I told Layla I
was still holding out for her on Friday. She told me the same.
On Friday afternoon, Layla called from the airport. She'd be coming to my
house around 7pm. I should meet her at the front door wearing only
boxers.
I started waiting for her at 6:45, wearing boxers and holding the key to
her chastity cage. She arrived five minutes later. When I opened the
door, she rushed in carrying her suitcase from the trip, dropping it on
the floor. She flung her arms around me and hopped up onto me, wrapping
her legs around me, and then kissed me. I leaned her against the wall and
continued to kiss her. I could feel her cage against my abdomen. I broke
the kiss.
"I have the key," I whispered in her ear.
"I have your key," she whispered back.
"Who unlocks who first?" I whispered, as I kissed her neck.
"Let's go upstairs and 69. That way we'll be able to release each other
simultaneously," she said.
She unwrapped her legs and I let her down. I turned to go upstairs.
"Stop," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Didn't your mother teach you 'ladies first' ?" she asked.
"You're absolutely right. After you," I said and stepped aside.
She started to walk upstairs and then screamed "Last one up is the girl!"
and then raced to the top of the stairs.
I followed her up. "Not fair," I protested.
"Would you go down and get my suitcase? I have something in it for you,"
she said.
I went downstairs and carried her suitcase up.
When I got to the bedroom, she was standing next to the bed in a pair of
white stockings and a pink garter belt. A matching pair of tiny pink
panties and a small pink bra with fur on it completed the outfit.
"Very Manga," I said.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Very much," I said.
"Excellent!" she said. "Could you bring my suitcase over?" she asked.
I put the suitcase on the bed. She opened it. Inside was a black bag.
"A gift for you. I hope everything fits," she said.
I opened the bag. Inside was the same outfit she was wearing. I looked at
her for an explanation.
"Role play, cosplay, remember? This is the futanari's lingere we both
liked. I thought we could pretend to be futa tonight," she explained
"So you want me to wear this?" I asked.
"Yes, silly," she said.
"A garter belt, bra, panties, and stockings?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"I'm not a girl," I said, immediately recalling the loss of the race.
"It's cos-play. You're a futa with a big dick. You fuck other futas.
It'll be fun," she said.
"Would it turn you on for me to wear this?" I asked.
"I'd probably cum spontaneously just looking at you in that outfit," she
said.
"Let's see then," I said, stripping off the boxers. My caged cock
strained against the plastic holding it in. I pulled out the package of
stockings.
Layla helped me put on the stockings. My legs aren't very hairy, but the
dark hair was visible underneath the stockings. She then put the garter
belt on me, and attached the stockings. I was able to put the panties on
myself. She helped me with the bra, which was padded. She also produced
from the bag a bright blue wig, which she put on my head with some kind
of tape. She walked me over to the full length mirror.
"How do you think you look?" she said, standing next to me.
"Like one of the characters in the book, complete with the bulge in the
panties," I said.
"To me, good enough to eat!" she said, reaching into my panties. I felt
her using her key on the cock cage. "Stand still. Wait for me to finish,"
she said.
She removed the cage while I was still wearing the panties. When she
finished, she straightened my cock out. It immediately grew to full size
and hardness. It peaked out of the top of the panties, just like in the
comic.
"Your turn," she said.
I knelt in front of her and lowered her panties. I had the cock cage off
and her beautiful cock stiffening in front of me in mere seconds. She
stepped back and pulled up her panties.
"Let's look at each other," she said, helping me up, and then putting her
hand on my shoulder and turning us to both face the mirror.
Her cock was sticking farther out of her panties than mine. But, of
course, that's expected because her cock is longer than mine.
"Beautiful," I said.
"You look so Hentai Hot that I feel like I'm being burned just standing
next to you," she said, and then grabbed me and pulled me to the bed.
She swivelled around and I was staring at her cock-bulged panties. She
wasted no time in yanking down my panties and grabbing my cock. I was
trying to keep up. She got my cock in her mouth and was deep throating
me. I got her cock in my mouth and was sucking on it furiously. I came
quickly. Embarassingly quickly, in fact. She moaned as I shot my
accumulated load into her mouth. I frantically sucked on her cock, but
she wouldn't blow. My cock grew soft in her mouth. She pulled back.
"This is a bad angle for me. I'm feeling a lot of teeth. Let me switch
positions," she said, pulling her cock from my mouth. "Lay on your back,"
she said.
I laid back. She removed her panties and sat on my chest, bringing her
cock to my lips. "Suck it, my blue haired futa!" she said as I took her
pretty cock into my mouth.
She changed angles, her knees on either side of my head, and drove her
cock into my mouth from above. She was getting a little rough, banging it
against the roof of my mouth. Fortunately, she wasn't hitting the back of
my throat, or I would have been gagging. She came. I swallowed and
swallowed. It seemed to never be ending. She continued to fuck my mouth
until her cock started to grow soft. She pulled out. Her cock glistened
with my saliva and her cum. She laid it over my face.
"You did very well," she said, tapping her softening cock against my
nose.
"So did you," I said.
"The blue hair suits you," she said.
"Thanks. I didn't even know it was still on," I said.
She squeezed out a little drop of cum onto my lips. I licked it up.
"Tasty," I said.
"So were you. So very sweet, and the amount was amazing!" she said,
unstraddling my face. She laid down next to me.
"Do you have any interest in dinner?" I asked.
"No, none at all," she said.
"Me either," I said.
I reached out and touched her furry bra. "Soft," I said.
She did the same to me. "You look so hot in this outfit. I'm already
getting hard again," she said.
I looked down. Her cock was growing as I watched.
"Wow, that's so hot," I said, as her cock reached full length and lifted
off her abdomen, twitching.
"Can I fuck you, blue haired girl?" she asked, sweetly.
"If you're gentle," I said, pulling off the panties.
She arranged the pillows underneath me. My cock was waking up. I lifted
my legs, bent my knees, and grabbed my feet.
She shot lube onto her fingers, and rubbed the lube onto my hole. She
dipped a finger inside. It felt good. She shot more lube around the hole,
and forced it inside me with her finger.
"You're so hot!" she said, removing her finger. She lubed her cock, which
looked like it was going to burst.
"Please be gentle," I said, as she placed the end of her cock at the
entrance of my hole. My cock was hard and twitching against my abdomen.
She pressed it in. I could feel the head spreading my sphincter, and then
it popped in. She stopped pushing.
"How is that?" she asked.
"Good. Give me more," I said, arching my back a little.
She slid the rest in in a single thrust. I felt the head pass my
prostate. Cum shot from my hard cock.
"Look at you. What a good blue haired futa! You've cum from me just
putting it in!" she exclaimed.
"Fuck me futa!" I exclaimed in reply.
And fuck me she did. Her cock, desensitized from already cumming a short
time earlier, was able to fuck and fuck. After a while, she shifted me to
a kneeling doggy style position. Then, a while later, I was on my side.
Then, she had me standing bent over the dresser. Finally, she had me with
my head on the floor and my ass on the bed. She drove it deep and hard.
She used a lot of lube to prevent me from getting sore. I shot cum for
the first few minutes of the fucking, and then just rode wave after wave
of dry orgasms for the rest. When she finally finished, and removed her
cock, it was almost 9pm. She had fucked me for almost 90 minutes. She
helped me back to the bed. My legs were sore from the very enthusiastic
fucking.
"I'm going to clean my cock. I'll be right back," she said, wiggling her
ass as she went to the master bathroom.
I laid on the towel on the bed, feeling cum dribble out of my open ass.
"I'll need a diaper!" I yelled after her.
She came back, bringing a clean towel. She wiped my ass with the old
towel, and put the new towel underneath me. She showed me the used towel.
"What am I looking at?" I asked.
"No blood stains. That's very good," she said.
"Yes, I'd say so," I said.
She folded and then tossed the used towel to the floor.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"My legs are like rubber," I said.
"Mine get like that, too. It'll pass in an hour or so. How about your
hole?" she asked.
"Other than the fact that it seems lonely and doesn't want to close, it's
fine," I said.
"No soreness?" she asked.
"No, none at all," I said.
"That's great. Did you enjoy this more, less, or about the same as the
first time?" she asked.
"More. Knowing what to expect, I think, has a lot to do with it," I
replied
"Yes, that's the way I felt my second time, too," she said.
"Is this the way it's going to be from now on?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You fucking me," I replied.
"I'm what's called a switch. That means I like to fuck and I like to be
fucked. So, if you're similarly inclined, I'll fuck you some times, and
you'll fuck me the other times," she said.
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," I said.
"I'm not like Naisa's girlfriend. That girl is a serious top who wants
Naisa to only come from being ass fucked," she said.
"I can see how some people might like that," I said.
"Cindy and her girlfriend are switches like us. Emanuelle is a
dominatrix, and I infrequently use that word," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I only use the word when someone doesn't allow their partner to make
decisions. Emanuelle has her boyfriend under her thumb," she said.
"Is Emanuelle like you, Cindy, and Naisa?" I asked.
"Do you mean, is she a crossdresser?" she asked.
"Yes, that's what I mean," I said.
"It was hard to tell at first. Finally, when we were alone for a moment,
I asked. She offered to show me her cock. So, I'd say she is, but I don't
really know for sure. The other girls sent me pictures, so I know they
are crossdressers," she said.
"You know, I have no reference as to what these girls look like. All you
sent me were pictures of caged cocks. Now I know their sexual
preferences, but I still don't know them," I said.
"Oh, I have pictures from the restaurant on my tablet," she said, hopping
up from bed to get her tablet from her suitcase.
She fiddled a bit and then turned the screen to me. On the screen were 5
people. One was clearly a man. He had earrings in both ears and was bald.
"The man is the gay nurse I told you about," she said.
"I'm guessing Naisa is the one with the dark skin?" I asked.
"No, that's Emanuelle. Naisa is the Indian girl next to her," she said.
"Very pretty," I said.
"The blonde is the one with the cheating husband. The dirty blonde on the
end is Cindy," she said.
"If I was to walk up to this table, I wouldn't be disappointed in taking
any of you home, except for the guy with bald head" I said.
"Funny, I invited him over tomorrow morning so you could fuck him," she
said seriously
"What?!" I asked.
"I'm kidding. I'd never do that," she said.
"Ok," I said.
"Naisa and Cindy and their partners are coming over Sunday afternoon,"
she said.
"Now you're pulling my leg," I said.
"No, they really are. I invited them for dinner," she said.
"Really?" I asked, incredulously.
"Yes, really. I'm not kidding," she said.
"You didn't invite Emanuelle?" I asked.
"No. One male in the house is enough," she said, wrapping her hand around
my cock.
"Am I cooking, or is it pot luck?" I asked.
"Naisa is bringing white wine. Cindy said she'll bring tiramisu for
dessert," she said.
"Sounds like poultry or fish. Do you have a preference?" I asked.
"I liked the chicken dish you made last time," she said.
"Ok, I'll make that. That's pretty easy," I said.
"I'd like to help. Can you show me how to make the biscuits? They were
excellent, just like the ones my grandmother made. My mother could never
get that recipe right," she said.
"It's easy. I can show you tomorrow morning. We'll make some biscuits and
red eye gravy for breakfast," I said.
"You're so awesome!" she said.
"Thanks, I try," I said.
"And so hot in that wig!" she said.
"I forgot it was on," I said.
"Leave it on for tonight," she implored
"Will it stay on while I sleep?" I asked.
"It probably will. I had one of those that I slept with one time. It was
still attached in the morning," she replied
"Good, because I'm really tired now," I said.
"So am I. Why don't you use the bathroom first? I'll pick up my clothing
and straighten up the room while you're in there," she said.
"I'll use the hall bath. You can use the master bath. I'll be right
back," I said, getting onto my rubbery sore legs and making my way
towards the door to the hallway.
"You look unsteady," she said.
"Sore legs," I said.
"Been there myself," she said as I hobbled by her. "Nice butt" she added,
as I walked past her.
When I reached the bathroom, I planted my ass on the toilet and waited
for anything that hadn't already leaked out to come out. After a few
minutes, I wiped myself. I then used an Adult Wet Wipe (purchased
specifically because I knew Layla or I would be needing them this week)
to make myself squeaky clean back there. As I was washing my hands, I
looked at myself in the mirror. Except for eye liner, I looked identical
to the purple haired futanari in the comic. I wondered aloud if Layla
picked me because of it?
When I came back to the bedroom, the clothes and towel were off the
floor, and the bed made ready for us sleeping. The pump bottle of lube
was back on the night stand. The covers were turned down, for me to get
into bed.
"Layla, do you want me to sleep in the bra, stockings, and garter belt?"
I asked.
"No, you can take them off. Don't mess them up, though. I'd like to do
this again," she called out from the bathroom.
I took off the bra, garter belt, and stockings. I found my pink panties
on the top of the dresser. I folded everything up neatly and placed it on
top of the panties. Layla had her set already there. The chastity cages
were also sitting on the dresser. Since they were not marked, I had no
idea which one was mine and which was Layla's.
I climbed into bed. Layla appeared a few moments later, and turned off
the lights. She hopped into bed with me.
"I love you," she said, and kissed me on the cheek.
"I love you, too," I said, and put my arm around her.
We cuddled and kissed, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
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