Bullpup

My pulse quickened as I approached the downtown condominium tower. I’d been converging toward this moment for almost six months now, ever since my wife Shannon first teased the idea. Initially, it seemed far-fetched, beyond the various sexual adventures we’d explored over our eight years as a non-monogamous couple. But then, cuckolding had also been beyond consideration, until it wasn’t.

That dynamic had grown from my increasingly submissive reactions to watching her have sex with dominant men when we engaged in hot wife play and swinging. The more dominant the man, the more aroused I became. It wasn’t just a voyeuristic reaction, or a stereotypical counterbalance to the alpha persona I displayed in my professional life. The idea of submitting to him, as well as her, struck a chord in my soul that quickly drowned out any other fantasies I had. Shannon recognized this and stoked that fire within me. Pillow talk and role play nurtured fantasy into desires. Toys, gadgets, denial and mind games turned desire into need, especially when teased by her and James, the dom she connected with on a deep level and now saw regularly. Which is how I found myself here, ready and more than willing to submit to the man who’d brought immense pleasure to her, and thus to me.

I had planned on wearing one of my loose-fitting exercise outfits for this. It wasn’t to hide the stainless steel chastity cage and anal plug Shannon had insisted I wear today. I had worn...