Gift
I was sitting on the edge of the tub, watching my wife finish her makeup. She was wearing a tight dress and looked simply stunning. I was trying to work up the courage to ask her what was on my mind, but the words wouldn’t come.
"What?" she finally asked, looking at me.
"N...nothing," I stammered.
"What?" she asked again.
"I...I just didn't want you to forget...to forget to ask him."
"Ask him what?" a deep voice behind me asked.
I turned around and saw a man standing there. Richard. He was tall and muscular, with an unshaven face.
"N...nothing," I said again.
"Ask him what?" he asked again, arms crossed, a stern look on his face.
Brittany, my wife, turned around and looked at me, then at Richard. "He wants to take me to the Caribbean," she said, "he won a reward trip at work."
"When?" Richard asked.
"In...in October," I said softly. "I thought...I mean...I thought it would be nice for us to have...a...you know..."
"A what?" Richard asked. "A romantic getaway?" A smile appeared on his face.
"What?" Brittany asked.
"Just picture it,", he said. "What he's imagining. You in your bikini during the day, little sun dresses at night."
Brittany looked at me. "Perv," she laughed.
"You're...you're my wife," I said.
Richard walked over to her, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her. "I think it's a great idea," he said.
"You...you do?" I asked.
"She's your wife," Richard said, "of course I do."
"I...thank you," I said, meaning it.
"When in October?" Richard asked.
"The last week," I said.
"Perfect," he said.
Brittany looked at me, then at Richard. "Richard," she said, "you're not...I mean..."
"I didn't pick the month," he said, "it just happened to be October."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Richard," Brittany said, "you're not..."
"I certainly am," he said.
"You certainly are what?" I asked.
"Starting you in a chastity cage for the month of October," he said.
"For...for the whole month?" I asked.
"For the foreseeable future," he said, "starting with October."
"But...but I..."
"Consider it a gift," he said, "a gift from me to you. I wouldn't approve of it any other way."
Richard’s words hung in the air. I stared at him, confused.
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"For the entire month of October," he said firmly, his hand still resting on Brittany’s waist. "You want to take my woman on a romantic couples’ trip? Then you’ll do it properly. Locked. No pussy. No touching. Just you, her, and that little steel cage the whole time."
Richard looked at me. "You’re going to take your beautiful wife on this fancy Caribbean getaway, wine and dine her, watch her prance around in bikinis… and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it."
He stepped closer, towering over me.
"You’ll be sleeping next to her every night, knowing that pussy is mine. You’ll watch her get dressed every morning, help her put on sunscreen, and still stay locked like a good boy. That’s the point."
I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. "But… it’s supposed to be a romantic trip for us."
"It will be romantic," Richard said with a smirk. "For her. You’ll just be her locked, frustrated husband carrying the bags and paying for everything."
Brittany bit her lip, clearly turned on by the idea. She looked almost guilty as she glanced at me, but the flush on her cheeks told the real story.
"Richard," she said softly, "the whole month while we’re there?"
"Especially while you’re there." He kissed her neck again. "Go get the cage, baby."
Brittany hesitated only a moment before leaving the bathroom. When she returned with the steel chastity device, Richard took it from her hands.
"Strip," he ordered.
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Richard took the key and hung it on the delicate chain around Brittany’s neck, letting it fall between her breasts.
"There," he said, satisfied. "That stays on until you get back from the Caribbean. Maybe longer if I feel like it."
He pulled Brittany against him and kissed her deeply, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass while I stood there locked and exposed.
When he finally broke the kiss, he looked straight at me.
"You’re going to take her on this trip. You’re going to spoil her. And every single night, you’re going to lie there next to her, aching in that cage, knowing that when you get home… I’m going to fuck her the way she needs to be fucked. Understand?"
I swallowed hard and nodded, my face burning with shame and arousal.
"Good boy," Richard said. He patted my cheek twice. "Now thank me for letting you take your own wife on vacation."
I looked down at the steel cage, then back up at him.
"Thank you," I whispered.
Richard smiled. "Louder."
"Thank you, Richard."
Brittany stepped over and kissed me gently on the lips. "This is going to be such a special trip," she whispered, her voice sweet but excited. "I can’t wait to wear all those little outfits for you… even if you can’t do anything about it."