My Poor Faithful Husband Gets CB3000

Submitted by: Charlene

My husband did a lot of exhibiting at out-of-town conventions. Of course you know that means he could — I emphasize could — stray. Many times I was with him, using this as free time for me to wander galleries and shop, things that didn't interest him. But the following week after we were in Seattle, he was going to Las Vegas and I was not able to go with him. I decided it was time to do another kind of shopping. After I found what I wanted, I managed to drive by the fetish store on the way to a restaurant we had heard of.

I stopped the car and wanted to go into the shop. He was amazed until I told him that my sister had been having trouble with her husband sitting in front of the YV and playing with himself. ‘Maybe they have something in there to help her cure him of the habit.’

We went in and the clerk I had talked with before was there, but of course made no sign that we had met. She showed us the beautiful forearm cuff that I had scouted out. I asked Robert to try it out to see how comfortable it was. I put it around his forearms and fixed the three buckles, then the one on each side which went around his upper arm above the elbow. After a minute or so, he said it was quite comfortable.

‘How does it feel when your arms are behind you?’ I took it off and put it back on behind him; he didn't hear the click of the two luggage locks on the side buckles. Once in it, I took him over to the counter and asked to see the cb-3000. Now he was starting to get nervous and tried to escape, but the cuff held tight. I took hold of the ring on the cuff to keep him from wandering away.

‘Why are you showing me that? For Fred?’

‘No, it's for you.’

‘Don't you trust me? What have I ever done to make you doubt my fidelity?’

‘Nothing. But you are going to Las Vegas next week. That's a lot more tempting than Seattle or Nashville or Denver.’

‘Don't you trust me in Las Vegas?’

‘Do you trust yourself?’

That was the zinger. After a minute of silence, he said in a low voice, ‘no.’

I borrowed some things from the clerk and took Robert into the back room. One strap held the ring of the cuff to a supporting post. After dropping his pants and underwear, I put a spreader bar on his ankles and used another strap to hold that to the post.

All the time he protested and I said that I would buy a gag if needed, but this was going to be done. He decided I meant it.

The clerk had shown me how the cb-3000 goes on and it was a bit of a problem on my part to assemble it all, but I did and came to the proper balance of security and comfort. When I showed him the padlock, he started to cry. I assured him it was only until he got back from Las Vegas, unless I needed to use it again. With that statement, I put the lock into the hole and snapped it shut.

I heard a knock on the door and the clerk asked me if she could see what I had done, that she had often sold it but never seen it on someone. Since there was no chance she would ever see us again, and since I was paying cash, she would not even know our names or where we lived. I invited her in. She looked at the finished product and tugged on the cage.

‘It is a good piece of work. No wonder it sells so well.’

I returned all the cuffs and straps to her, paid for the cb-3000, and out we went. Robert found my settings to be as comfortable as they could be, under the circumstances, and when he returned from Las Vegas, I removed it.

And we had a night of the wildest sex you could imagine, that which is only possible with a very horny husband.

Charlene

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