. My heart sunk when she told me we needed to sit down and talk, but she was smiling and took my hand encouraging me to sit next to her on the sofa, instead of next to it like before. However, things started off with the worst thing I could hear.
“I’m sorry darling, but I still want to start seeing other people. It’s just what I need to do.” She said slowly, pausing to let it sink in. “You’re a wonderful person and I love the way you’re trying your best, but let’s be honest … you don’t really make the grade in the bedroom. It’s not just your size, but you’ve always suffered from premature ejaculation and…well…you’re TOO sensitive… I want a man to take me, fuck me, not spend ages kneeling between my thighs worrying about making me come. I don’t want to leave you but that’s the only other option.”
I burst into tears and she took me in her arms and reassured me, through my sobs, that she wouldn’t leave me if I agreed to this one thing and that in time I would get use to our new relationship. We spoke for hours, holding hands, our fingers entwined, with me trying every other permutation to get around this. I would become more dominant in bed, we could get viagra or delay spray or a strap-on. It seemed like she had thought it all through and had an answer for everything. She certainly didn’t want me using a strap-on on her – not when she could “get the real thing.” I asked how I could prove I loved her if we couldn’t make love together? She simply said that wearing the CB-3000 was not only proof that I loved her, but that she also owned me. Once I was sure she really did want to stay with me and this would be something totally outside of our relationship I reluctantly accepted her right to see other people. It’s the hardest decision of my life I knew I couldn’t live without her so we did agree I would become a cuckold but on certain conditions.
1/ I would not have to meet her lovers. The whole idea horrifies me.
2/ She would not be sleeping around like a whore. It will be monogamous relationships with just one guy at a time.
3/ She would be totally discreet. Neither of us want our friends, family, neighbours or work colleagues to know. “I don’t want people to think I’m a slut or using you.”
4/ She would always use condoms unless she started “going steady” with a guy.
I know these conditions may not sound a lot but it did make me feel like I still had some say and control over the situation.
It was gone four before we finally went to bed, talking about all sorts of things; when we were kids, old boyfriends and girlfriends, funny memories. We hadn’t talked like this since we first met. I suddenly realised that perhaps Angelina was right, this could bring us closer together and deepen and strengthen our relationship. We went to bed and snuggled up together. Angelina actually started to kiss me deeply, her tongue invading and exploring my mouth, her hands gently caressing me, I was in seventh heaven until I moan in pain as I started to get excited for the first time in a couple of weeks and remembered the POI fitted to my CB-3000. Points of Intrigue? More like Points of Hell!!!
“Goodnight Chastityboy,” she said with a giggle, patting my groin and turned the table lamp off. We lay there cuddled up like two spoons and I felt safe and warm lying next to the most amazing and beautiful woman on the planet. I know this isn’t going to be easy, but living without her would be impossible. I can’t deny I’m scared…but at the same time somehow excited that we have a future together, however unorthodox.
Originally posted 2013-09-07 10:33:54.