More Sex through Chastity

I was the one who started it all by buying the CB-3000. I'm old enough now that my wife has pretty much stopped having sex with me, so I was interested in the idea of being unable to masturbate. My wife was a fairly reluctant key holder - I tried combinations of the spacers for a week or so and finally presented her with the key. Those who know the CB-3000 know that there isn't just one key, but I quietly held on to the other one because I was seeing doctors after having heart surgery, and I didn't want to have to cancel appointments if I couldn't remove the chastity belt.

My wife treated her duties strictly but without enthusiasm when she accompanied me on doctors' appointments, giving me the key when we were in the doctor's office, and letting me unlock myself in the bathroom. After the appointment I was locked up again. Of course, she didn't know I still had my own key.

Then I met Joyce, in the most unlikely place - waiting for a service for my car, just like she was doing. I started talking to her out of boredom, because I certainly didn't think that she was good-looking or in the market. I thought it was as important as talking to the person in the next seat on a plane - just a time-killer. In our chat we discovered that we were both married, and that she was interested in the part of the country where I came from, so it made the wait a bit less boring.

Her job was in the town hospital working on one of the cardiac treatments, so she was interested in my surgery, especially as it had taken place at the world-famous hospital in the city. We talked for a while, and then her car was ready. I made my usual farewell joke to medical people - "I hope the next time we meet, it won't be professionally," when she replied "No, it should be some place quiet where they serve coffee." I was astounded. "Can you suggest such a place?" She named one and gave a day and time a week later.

I have to admit that I was aroused by the idea of any woman wanting to pick me up, especially a married woman who knew that I was married as well. That night my wife, who sleeps separately from me, didn't seem to mind when I slipped into her bed, and she made an elaborate production of getting the key and making love. Then she put me back in the belt. That was the first time we'd made love for over a year, and we now do so around once a month.

I was still belted when I met Joyce again. If I was going to have an affair with her I wanted her to know about and accept the belt. We met and chatted again, and she seemed to be really interested to see me. The first time we'd met, she'd asked me if I liked my car, so I suggested to her that she drove it for a while.

We went out of town and she seemed to know where she was going. "I know a nice place down here," she said. It was a secluded parking spot off the road, surrounded by trees. My car is pretty big, so I suggested that she sat in the back seat to see the space. I got in the back seat too, and from there it was seconds before she touched me and I was kissing her and stroking her hair.

Joyce was easily aroused, and I kept my crotch well away from her, and stroked and licked her until she had an orgasm. Then I moved my body next to hers, and she put her hand between my legs and felt the belt. "What's this?" she asked, so I told her my wife had put it on me to keep me from straying or masturbating, and kept hold of the key except when I went to see doctors.

"Oh, you poor thing," she cried, and examined it to see if she could remove it. I didn't like to tell her that my own key was hidden in the glove compartment. Joyce obviously felt that she should bring me to orgasm but the belt prevented her, and although there was a strong temptation to get the key and relieve my frustration, I didn't. However, I told her that if she was satisfied, I was happy.

We made another date to meet for coffee, so on that date I said "I bet you can't remember the space in the back seat of the car." She laughed and drove the car down to the parking spot. When we got into the back seat of the car, I announced "I have some news for you. My wife forgot to take time off work for a doctor's appointment, so she had to phone me and tell me where she kept the key." This story was a total lie, of course.

I was still in the belt, but today I had a new copy of the key. "While I was out I managed to cut another copy of the key, and I'm giving it to you to do with as you will. I'll have to be locked up when I'm away from you, but it's up to you whether you unlock me when I'm with you. Take the key." She took it and immediately unlocked me, and we made love. Then she locked me in the belt, and smiled as she put the key in her purse.

The next time we had a date I found her sitting at the coffee shop table with tears in her eyes, but smiling. "I saw you drive in and I thought, what a remarkable man. You had the option of keeping the key and being able to unlock yourself all the time, but instead you gave the key to me. You trusted me, and I know how important men's cocks are to them. I hadn't thought of having much of a sexual affair, but you've shown that by putting your trust in me I owe it to you to let you have pleasure." And so we drove off to the parking spot for her to "release" me once again, and that's the way it's been for several months now.

Joyce is working toward getting her husband into a chastity belt. "It would mean him only having sex when I want, but of course I'll also have sex with you as well, so I don't think I'll let him out often. And if he ever found out about our affair, I'd have the power to make him accept it."

So, thanks to a chastity belt I'm having more sex than I've ever had. My wife thinks she has full control over my penis, Joyce thinks she has to let me out for me to get any release whatsoever, and I can do whatever I want whenever they're not around. Not quite the way it was supposed to work, but, hey, I'm not complaining.

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