I Love my Wife

It's been about three years now since I first saw the woman who was to become my wife.

It happened in a restaurant. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her hair was glimmering black, like the black in the feathers of a raven. Her figure could have turned any playboy photographer on. She was wearing the most beautiful dress made of blue and gold silk. It was easy to see that she was half Vietnamese and half Caucasian. She had really become the very best from the two races. There were also her older twin brothers with her at the table. They were built like two body builders, very strong and fierce looking. I almost couldn't take my eyes of her the whole evening. A couple of times she looked at me and smiled, I melted like a peace of butter in a hot frying pan.

The next week I could not think of anything but this lovely woman. I just had to see her again. The next weekend I went back to the same place. I could not believe it, but there she was just as lovely as last week. I know I just had to muster some guts and make myself go up and ask her to dance with me. There were two things I was afraid of; the first was that she would say no, and the second was that her brothers would say no and beat me up.

All right, I said to myself, here goes. On trembling knees I went up to her table and asked her for a dance. To my relief she said yes, I'd love to. Her brothers just smiled and said nothing. After that first time I danced a lot with her. Her name was Annie. We began to talk and she told me she was born in Vietnam and moved here when she was very young. Her brothers were three years older than her. We met many times and I was truly in love with her. The twins were not as fierce as the first impression had been.

This went on for a couple of months. We went for walks and to the cinemas and other places. One or both her bothers was never far away, protecting their little sister. They were very polite and discrete. They were really nice guys who just wanted the very best for their sister, and we got along really well. Their names were Bill and Tom.

After a couple of months I just knew that I had to have her for my wife.

One day I asked if I could see her mother and father. She told me that I was welcome to see her mother, but her father had left her before she was born. She also warned me about her mother, who hated all men.

The evening of the meeting with her mother I was very nervous. I hade been told the story of what had happened. The only time she have had any "sex " with a man was when she was raped. Twice of these rapes had ended up with her being pregnant. Both of these times with Americans soldiers. The first time it had been the twins, and the second time it had been Annie.

With this story in the back of my head I went to see Annie's mother. She was a cold and distant, intelligent woman. It was crystal clear that she did not want anything to do with men. I could not wait for the evening to end.

The next time I met Annie she told me that I had made a good impression on her mother, and that she did not mind me dating her daughter.

I was a happy man. From now on I could meet Annie on my own, without her brothers. I did this as often as I could.

When it came to sex before marriage, it a definite big NO.

It was her upbringing and I respected that.

We could hug and kiss, but no more than that.

To make a long story short, finally the big day came. The ceremony was in the church and afterwards it was a dinner with all my nearest kin and Annie's mother and brothers.

I could not believe my great fortune, to be married to the most beautiful woman on this earth. That evening when we came back to my house I carried her over the threshold according to the tradition. I was in 7th heaven and I could hardly wait until we got into bed for the first time.

I lay in bed naked and waited for her to join me under the sheets. After a while she came. She had the sexiest nightgown I had ever seen. I could see that she was very nervous. I separated the sheets and she crawled in. I took her in my arms her hugged her and kissed her and slowly moved against her.

The next thing that happened I was not prepared for. When she felt my rock hard cock against her belly she screamed and ripped the blankets of the bed. Her eyes were wide open in fear when she saw my manhood which was big and hard. She screamed again about a monster and me being deformed. Than she run out of the bedroom and locked herself into the guest room. I run after her, not knowing what was going on. She refused to open the door the whole night. I could hear her crying through the door and I felt as miserable as I could feel, not knowing what was wrong. After an hour or two I went to bed and tried to figure out what was wrong.

Finally, around noon the next day she came out. I was fully dressed and she came up to me and tried to explain. What I could figure out was the she had never seen a naked man with a hard on before. The sight had terrified her and she did not ever want to see "the monster" again. I tried to explain that I was a normal equipped man, no different from any other man. But she did not want to listen. I asked if she hadn't had any sex education in school and she just shook her head and said that her mother had not allowed it. I tried to show her some medical books but she refused even to look at the pictures.

I tried for several days to make her move out from the guest room back with me in the bedroom. But it was useless. There was no way that I could make her to change her mind.

It was clear to me that it must have been her man-hating mother who was behind this. Weeks went by and I missed my wife in my bed. One night I couldn't sleep and I was fooling around on the Internet and I stumbled on to AD: s home page. I had never seen such things before and I surfed around on various links, read stories and looked at pictures. All of a sudden I heard a voice behind me saying softly. "What is this?" I almost jumped out of my skin; I had not heard Annie entering to room. She laughed at me and came up to and tried to calm me down. I had to swallow a couple of times to get my hart down to where it belongs. Again she looked at the screen and asked me what it was she saw on there. I told her it was chastity belts. "For men?" she asked. "Yes," I said. She told me to show her some more and I did. After a wile she said softly: I want one of these for you.

You must be kidding, I said.

I want one for you; she said this time with a strange hardness in her voice that I never had heard before.

But…. I said.

I want one for you! She interrupted

All right I said, we will talk more of this in the morning. Lets go to bed now.

I turned the computer off. And we went to bed.

The next morning during breakfast she said nothing, she just looked at me waiting for me to finish. As soon as we were through she told me to start up the computer and get that site from last night up again. It seemed to me like I had no choice, so I did, as she wanted. We looked around at different types. We also found our way to the site with the homemade belts. Annie turned to me and said: perhaps I can get my brothers to help us to build one. They work in a metal workshop in town and I don't think that this will be any problem for them.

I looked at her and said: you really want me to wear one of these things do you?

Yes, she answered; if you do that I will move in to the bedroom with you. Would you like that?

Of course I want! I answered. Without thinking of the consequences.

Later that same day we contacted her brothers and the work started.

The workshop that the brothers worked in really had all that was needed for this task. It had plenty with stainless steel, electric welding equipment and all other machines that you could wish for. We also had access to the shop after work hours. The brothers were very helpful and discreet.

We began by searching on the Internet for a good type of belt.

To make a long story short we decided to make a mix between the Walter Geothals belt and the Australian belt. The front piece came from the Australian belt. And the waist and but part came from the W.G. belt. It was padlocked in the front and was equipped with hinges for comfort in long time use. This proved to be a good combination. My genitals were all covered up and my penis rested snugly in its tube.

The completion of the belt took two weeks and the final fitting took another two weeks. Finally it was finished I brought it home one day and showed it to my wife.

She had a quick look at it and told me to put it on and show her how it looked on. She was fascinated and happy. She said that if I gave her the key and promised to wear the belt whenever I was with her, she would move back to the bedroom.

I gave her the key and she threw herself at me and hugged and kissed me.

This was a very exciting night for me.

My wife finally slept in the same room as me. Although the two beds were separated about one meter, I was very happy. I could not stop looking at her. I was also wearing my new belt. I could hardly sleep a wink that night.

I did not have to wear the belt when I was at work. But as soon as I came home I had to put it on and hand the keys to my wife. The first weekend with the belt was very hard. I had not gotten used to the feeling around my waist and having my dick locked in a small, confined space.

Weeks passed and gradually I grew more and more used to the belt.

One Sunday evening just after supper we sat in the living room and talked. I don't remember what about, when Annie said that she wanted me have the belt on for the next whole week.

I said; but darling that is what I have been doing lately.

No silly she answered; I mean that it will be on 24 hours a day. And gave me a kiss.

My heart jumped over a beat and I said; you mean that I am to have this belt on at work as well as at home?

Yes, that is what I mean. Can you do that for me? It will be just for a week, to begin with.

I swallowed, or tried to. My mouth was all of sudden very dry. Ok. I said. I can do that for a week.

She hugged me and we kissed for a long time that night.

Annie had during these last weeks become more lovingly towards me. We could spend hours just smooching like two kids in the back row of a movie. It was a very pleasant change. I loved her so much.

This week went by really well to my surprise. The belt did not cause any problem. The fitting was well and it was not detectable under clothing. The biggest problem was that I had to sit to pee.

When my wife asked me the next Sunday how the week had been and if I have had any problems with the belt, I just felt like I had to be all macho and answered; no it was a peace of cake I had no problems at all with the belt.

Good, she said and leaned her head against my shoulder; then it would be no problem for you to go on wearing it like you have done this last week. Then she turned her head to me smiled and kissed me more deeply than ever before.

I felt like I had just walked into a trap and could not get out. Before I could speak she said that now she could move our beds together.

I said nothing, just smiled back at her.

The routine was that I had to wear the belt 24/7 except for once a week when I was let out for an hour and having the bathroom to myself.

This went on for several months and became a part of our daily life. I was convinced that my wife sooner or later would melt and that she would let me out of the belt that, as she put it; "kept the monster imprisoned. " And I was looking forward to the night that we could have sex like any other normal couple.

But as the months went by this hope seemed to get smaller and smaller. Yes, in the bed we did kiss and hug and stroke each other both here and there. But the beds were still just side by side and each bed had its own pair of bed sheets. I really wanted us to be together under the same sheet. It had happened a couple of times and it had been like heaven to me. I had begged her for this many times that we could put our two beds together as one king size bed. But she just said that he wasn't ready for it.

One Saturday evening after dinner, about a year after I first had started wearing the belt, I brought the subject up again. We had had a bottle of wine and we were both feeling very good. To my surprise she said; yes. But on condition that you get rid of the padlock in your belt.

What do you mean? Do you want me to take of the belt? I said with a glimpse of hope in my voice.

No silly, she laughed at me, that is not what I mean. I want you to have the belt welded onto your body, instead of having it locked with a padlock. She laid her head in my lap and gave me one of those wonderful smiles which could melt the ice on the polar cap. Then she continued; you are doing great. Since some weeks back you have had your hour in bathroom just once a week. You even went two weeks at one time without taking it off. If you can have the belt on for a period of three months, without taking it of once, I think you can have it welded on.

My hart rate had gone wild while she was talking. I had to take some deep breaths and some more wine before I managed to keep my voice under control. Have it welded on, I said, a period of three months. Wow, I have to give that idea a long thought.

Well, she said, like she was discussing the weather; we can start your three months tomorrow. What do you say?

It was true, what she said; I had gone, one time, for two weeks without any break. Yes, it was true; it had been no problem for me. But have it on for three months. And then have it welded on. That was a great leap.

She said it was no hurry for me to make up my mind. You have three months, remember? Al right I said; I give you an answer within three months.

She answered back by hugging my neck and giving me a long, deep kiss.

The next three months went very quickly. I had a lot to do at my work witch made the time pass quickly. I experienced no problem with the belt except for being horny a lot of the time.

It had now been two months and three weeks of the three month's period when Annie asked me if I had any reply of the question: Did I want to share a double bed with her and thus be sleeping under the same sheet. Was I ready to do what it took to make this happen?

My answer was ready. With shaking hands I gave her a peace of paper with a drawing of a broken padlock.

She responded by hugging my neck and giving me lots of kisses.

She said that she had given the procedure some thought. She did not want this to happen in a workshop.

The welding would take place next Saturday in our own bedroom. She promised to talk to her brothers. She wanted to be there, and give me comfort when it happened.

The next Saturday came and I was very nervous. Annie told me to take a walk and when I came home she told me to take a long hot bath. She gave me the key, for the last time, and told me to take off the belt and give it to her brothers so they could prepare it during my bath. I stayed in the bath for one and a half hour. It was heavenly. It is understandable why I took my time.

When I came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my bathrobe. Annie came and took my arm and led me to the bedroom. She had moved the two beds together so they had become one king size bed. She told me that from now on we were going to sleep under the same sheets.

She had also prepared the room with flowers and lost of candles.

On the bed was the belt resting on a flowerbed. The brothers had altered it during my bath. The locking mechanism for the padlock had been removed. The waistband was cut half way up between the front plate and the right hip. That was where the welding would be.

(When you lie on your back the stomach will sink in and there will be a gap of a couple of centimetres witch will allow protecting pieces of thick leather to slip in.)

Annie told me to put it on and lay on my back on the bed. I found also a wet piece of heavy cloth that I tucked in between the belt and my belly. It was going to protect my skin from the heat of the welding.

After a couple of minutes came Annie into the room. She laid herself on the bed beside me and then she climbed on top of me and pressed her breasts against my chest. And she kissed me, more deeply than ever before. The brothers followed after a couple of minutes. They had been instructed not to say a word, unless they had to.

After a few seconds I could feel that the brothers had started their work on the belt. Annie held my head between her hands and kissed me again and again so I couldn't see what was happening down there. I don't know how long the work took. It could have been five minutes, or it could have been one hour. I lost all track of time.

I saw the flickering blue light from the electric welder dancing on the ceiling. I could hear the machine trimming of the seams after the welding. I could feel the final polishing of the metal, giving it a nice shine. All this time was Annie doing what she could to keep me distracted from what was really going on. I think that we talked of a movie we had seen last week, and she kissed me ever so often.

Suddenly the work was done. The brothers picked up there tools and quietly left the house. Annie and I stayed as we were for several minutes, just looking at each other and kissing softly. I almost did not dare to look down and see the result of her brother's work. Finally Annie slipped down from my chest. We both looked at the belt. The brothers had done an excellent job. There was no seam after the welding to be seen and the metal had a beautiful deep shine after the polish.

Annie looked at the belt closely and for the first time ever she even touched it. She let her fingers slide from the top of the belt down between my legs. It almost drove me crazy, but she did not notice it. I stood up and went over to the mirror and looked at belt. It was the finest piece of metal work I had ever seen. The belt was polished and it glittered as if it was made of silver. Without any locking device it looked fantastic. It was also a little bit lighter than before and felt very comfortable. I stood in front of the mirror for a long while, looking at the new me.

After that day my wife and I came closer to each other, both physically and mentally. In the evenings in bed, just before we went to sleep, she ever so often came crawling over to me, pressing her whole body against mine. It feels sooo good and I love her more than ever.

The end.

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