A Saved Marriage

My husband and I have been married for 24 years now. This parable is how he made our marriage stronger than ever and where we are now.

3 years ago we were having a rough time in our marriage. The kids had left home and I wanted sex every day. He didn’t. I was always wondering if why he wasn’t wanting sex had something to do with me. I found out it had nothing to do with me. My husband, David, was retired and I worked full time. One Friday, I asked my boss if I could go home a couple hours early as everything at work was done so I could spend time with my husband. He said yes.

When I got home, I heard the TV in the bedroom so I went to see David in there. As I went around the hallway corner, I saw a very explicit porn movie on the TV. Then as I got to the door I saw David rubbing his lubed hand all over himself. When he noticed me, he jumped up, turned off the movie and got dressed. I asked him what the hell was going on, he just stammered. I was really mad. I had just realized why we only had sex once or twice a month. He didn’t want sex with me because he was having sex with himself. After a while we talked, he said he masturbated 4 to 10 times per month. His excuse was that he was horny when I wasn’t home. I was even more pissed and told him he better find a way to stop jacking off.

This is where the story gets interesting. About three months later he told me he had it figured out and that he was going to do something to make sex great - he said he was going to get his penis pierced. My mouth dropped. But I didn’t care what he did - I was still mad at him. I still didn’t trust that he wasn’t taking care of himself while I was at work. But we did have sex every week after the piercing. I have to admit, it did feel better.

About three months after he got pierced, he told me he had solved the problem. When I got home from work one day he had me sit down and he promised me that I could be 110% sure he wasn’t secretly masturbating. He then handed me a set of very small keys. I put them in my pocket and asked what this was all about. He was standing in front of me and then dropped his pants. I was totally shocked. There was this metal tube encasing his penis with a small padlock on it. I asked him what it was, and he said it was a chastity device and that I had the only keys. He said he’d been wearing it all day and was horny and that he “wanted to fuck me and cum in my pussy.” I got really pissed off at him. Not only did the thought of a thing on his penis really sound perverse to me, I was offended by his language. I got up and went to the study and locked the door.

The next month was cold. I barely talked to him. He did things that he didn’t used to do. We used to share the housework. We used to take turns cooking. He would send me messages or call me just to say he loved me. I was convinced he was just trying to get me past getting mad. It wasn’t working - he was over doing it. I broke down. I was 40 years old and VERY horny. I told him to take that thing off so we could have sex. Boy did I get a surprise! He said he didn’t have the keys and that he’d given them to me. I had forgotten he had handed them to me and I didn’t remember where they were. We tore apart the study looking for the keys and couldn’t find them.

I told David he owed me big because I was horny and it was his fault. We ended up fooling around and I had two orgasms that evening. It was GREAT considering I rarely got orgasms at all. The next day he called me and sent me flowers. I was really confused now. I wasn’t mad at him anymore and he knew it but he was still being much more attentive than normal. That night I got home late. There was a candlelight dinner. Then he ran a bath for me. Then he gave me a full body massage. I got really worked up again. I told him, “you must have found the keys.” He replied, “no, I just love you.” The next week he was even more attentive to making me happy than the first month he was wearing that thing. We still couldn’t find the keys. And I was wanting sex again.

I put on my sexy lingere and told him I wanted to fool around again. He told me he bought a surprise. What he ended up showing me looked like an erect penis but he slid it on over the metal tube. Voila! Instant erection! Between him being so attentive to me and him WANTING to be attentive to me without him getting an orgasm himself, I was always horny. The next few weeks he performed so much oral sex on me and used his new-found instant erection that I must have had two to three orgasms every day!!!

Then the week of epiphany came. I put on the same pants I had worn that day he gave me the keys and found them still in the pocket. We were fooling around again and I surprised him with the keys. We unlocked him, put his piecing jewelry back in and sex lasted all of 15 seconds. He came, rolled over, and went to sleep. All I got was “Oh, God, that was fantastic. I love you, goodnight.” For the next few days no telephone calls, no flowers, no notes, no nothing. After about two weeks we had sex again. He lasted longer this time, but he got his and I didn’t get mine. I was really frustrated. He had gone from being attentive to nothing. I REALIZED THAT HE WAS OVERLY ATTENTIVE BECAUSE of NOT BEING ABLE TO ORGASM and defeat the male orgasm deficit. I bet he had gone back to masturbating, but it didn’t matter because I devised a plan to get him back into the thing.

One night I asked him to let me tie him down. He was hesitant and said not too tight. So I tied him loose enough so he could get himself out. He orgasmed and I didn’t. The next time we had sex, I said lets do it again and he agreed. I had bought hand cuffs which I told him were to make it seem more unbeatable. I at first, didn’t tighten them. After his hands and feet were cuffed, I straddled his chest and tightened both his hands at the same time, then his feet. He didn’t know what was going on. I rode him like a cowgirl, he came fast. I went and got bath cloth and cleaned him up. He was limp. Then I surprised him, I got his metal tube and locked it on him. I told him I liked the extra attentiveness and that I DIDN’T CARE HOW I GOT IT. He was locked in it for 4 weeks before I agreed to let him out, but I only let him out handcuffed again. That has become the normal routine - no orgasm for him unless I can guarantee he goes back into his tube. I have continued to enjoy the extra attention I’ve been getting and all the orgasms I can handle.

Now I’ve got a new game we’ve been playing over the past year. I’ve gotten a die. He starts out with a 4 week cycle in his tube. At the end of the 4 week cycle he gets to roll the die. If he rolls a one, he gets to get out 3 times within the next week. If he rolls any other number, he must give me three that number of orgasms before he gets to roll the die again. He is always anxious and always attentive. I get orgasms in my sexual prime as often as I want them. He has had to stay in the tube for as long as. He has had to stay in the belt, to date, 4 months before getting out. I love it! Thank you to Mistress Lori for making such a great product.

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