My Terrible, Wonderful Holidays

Joachim, my husband, asked me to tell about the holidays we had last September. Together with another couple, Sabina and Peter, we had rented a lonely, but fairly comfortable cabin in the Abruzzian mountains in Italy for three weeks. All four of us had agreed that throughout the whole stay both women had to be naked except of chastity belts, which mustn't come off for sexual release until the last day.

As you may remember, I'm wearing chastity belts constantly for years now and only given release twice a year. My last intercourse before had been at Christmas, and since then I had been denied any way of orgasm, which was becoming a new record for me. Oh, how I starved for sex! But Joachim was very strict, enjoying my ever increasing horniness. Even to me it was very hard to stand. Sabina is also often wearing a chastity belt, but not permanently and by far not treated in such a strict way as I. In preparation for these holidays, she had been kept locked up for six weeks, which had also been much longer for her than ever before.

We two women were wound up incredibly. In my state of mind it was impossible for me to drive the car, so our husbands drove it alternatingly. During the whole 16-hours ride Sabina and I sat in the backseat, full of anticipation, squirming on our buttocks and fiddling with our breasts.

We drove throughout the night and arrived before noon. Immediately after taking over the cabin, Sabina and I had to strip. It was a strange feeling to see my clothes vanish in a suitcase which became shut and padlocked. I had participated in many erotic evening meetings with our friends, but never had to expect three weeks of permanent nudity before. This prospect embarrassed me as well as it excited me. Judging from both her lips and thighs pressed together, Sabina felt much the same.

And it became as hot and strict as planned: Throughover the whole three weeks we were kept naked and in our chastity belts, not caring how much we begged for release. I came near the point of becoming crazy. I would have swallowed castor oil or doing anything else to get out of this belt! Being by far not so much in training as me, Sabina felt maybe even hotter than I. And of course, the men were not unaffected from our performance and had nearly at all the time stiff cocks, which gave me a way of silent revenge. Our favorite play during the cabin evenings were NOT cards, of course ... And during the nights you would not have to wait long to hear a woman's moan.

The hiking tours had been very arousing. I'm a little bit shy (yes, I am!) and needed much resolution to walk around in the hills stark naked, carrying only a rucksack, which made may breasts stand out even more prominently. They jiggled with every step, and every bend of the path became a careful affair, for I always feared to step into some stranger. But fortunately, this is a lonely landscape and I could always manage in time to cover myself with the coat Joachim provided in the rare case of meeting some passers-by.

When we did a cultural excursion or went shopping, Sabina and I were of course allowed to put on some clothes: tight jeans trousers with a padlocked front, a nearly see-through blouse and high-heeled shoes! I was so embarrassed being ogled by the local guys, but it also aroused me and made my beltedness sheer hell.

Well, Sabina is different. She suffered even more of horniness, but she enjoyed her nudity, always complying to Peter and trying to provoke him.

You can imagine what happened at the last day of our vacation, as finally our chastity belts came off ... But for me, it was only a precoius hour of paradise before I came back into the belt. How I envied Sabina, sitting as a free woman besides me on our jouney back home. I will never forget these holidays!

Tina

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