I don't know what's become of my life. Things have gotten stranger... worse, really. I didn't realize that could happen.
I wear women's panties all the time now, and sometimes a bra. Liz insists. It's weird, I am sort of enjoying it. It makes me feel sensual. I especially like the frilly, softer women's underwear. I've even worn stockings, one's she has bought just for me.
I mean, between wearing a bra and panties, along with my chastity cage, I feel constantly sexual and sensual. It's a little frustrating because I can't really do anything about it, because of the chastity. It also humiliates me. Especially if someone knows about it.
My boss, Carlos, is fucking my wife and knows all about my feminine underwear. He sees me every time he fucks Liz, because she makes sure I know what is going on with her men. She either makes me watch or she makes me listen outside the door.
She has me in a cock cage all the time, with only short periods out, and she controls what happens then very carefully.
The last time Liz let me out she smeared numbing cream on my cock. She carefully unlocked my cock and slid the sheath off. It had been sooo tight recently; she has been using a smaller sheath because she said that the others were allowing me to get too much of a partial erection. She says my cock is unusually small so she got a smaller cock cage.
As soon as the cock sheath had slipped off she was dribbling the numbing cream on my cock, which was of course immediately growing to an erection. Just because my cock is constrained in a sheath doesn't mean it has lost the desire to get bigger.
Liz is always naked when she unlocks me, I think because she likes to tease me. She shows me her body, in private, sort of like she is saying, "ha ha, see what you married but can't have?" She's still the sexiest thing out there. Just thinking about her body right now makes me feel warm between my legs... though my cock won't grow because I am caged right now.
So she puts on the numbing cream, rubbing it over my cock really well. But the numbing cream isn't enough though. Nooooo....
She puts on a condom. I hate condoms. Yeah, when I was 19 and fucking my girlfriends I needed one and I did it, but I didn't like it.
Now my wife is putting a condom on me.
Two of them. Double thickness.
Between the numbing cream and the condoms I am surprised I could feel anything. I could feel something, just not very much.
She let me try to fuck her then.
Try. She wouldn't let me inside, but she allowed my numbed, double sheathed cock to rub up against her cunt. For 15 minutes, the time I am allowed out of my cage each month.
Oh my god, I wanted to cum so bad. Just being able to climb on the back of my wife in the position; to act as if I was humping her, even though I was not allowed inside.
I did as I was told and didn't enter her. I simply rubbed my cock on the outside of her ass and pussy. Sliding up and down. The feeling of having my sexy wife's body underneath me, hips up ready to be mounted, that was almost enough to cum, right there.
But as much as I tried, I couldn't cum. My hardon was rock hard. I wanted to cum. My balls were ready. My cock was ready. I could feel it building. But... no. It didn't come.
When the 15 minutes was up, she slipped off the condoms and locked me back up again.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks at that point, I was so frustrated.
What I didn't tell you was that Carlos watched all of this and laughed during the entire thing.
When I was back in my cage, Liz went over to Carlos, lay on her back back and spread her legs wide. Giving complete, unfettered access to her body.
I sat in the corner and watched as Carlos, my boss, once again climbed onto my wife and pushed her legs up with his thighs, sliding his huge cock (so much bigger than mine) into her wet pussy, and began to thrust.
Liz moaned, looked into his eyes and lifted her knees even higher. The two fucked for an hour, I think.
I was back in my cage, watching, unable to even masturbate to the image of my wife fucking.
That night, she dropped a bit of a marriage bomb.
"Ethan, I want to have a child. A baby."
I looked up at her with some excitement. The idea of having a baby was something we had discussed before we were married, but recently I had given up hope of having a family, much less being able to actually ever leave any of my sperm in my wife.
This idea had potential.
"I think that might be a nice idea. I like that. What about your job, would the let you have some time off?"
"Oh sure, they have maternity leave. And of course you would always be around to help."
"Mhm, of course," I said. Liz and I both have decent jobs and a nice house. Our life is actually a rather nice one. We get along well in general and I was thinking it would be a really nice time to have a child. I am totally supportive of the idea of the male in the house helping with children and the like when both parents work.
There were some logistics to work out, though.
"So, when did you want to start trying?" I said. Down deep I was kind of hoping this would mean being let out of my cage and allowed to actually fuck my wife. I was wondering how many times, how much fucking would be required before she got pregnant, but it might mean some significant amount of sex time with my wife, something that has been missing for months now.
"Oh, I've already started, dear. I stopped using my ring two weeks ago."
It took a little while for this to register. What? She had stopped her birth control already? Maybe she needed time... for the hormones to leave her body. Like, time for her cycle to go and ... some sort of female thing...
"But... well, when did you want to have sex then, to start trying?"
"I told you, I've been trying."
It struck home. "With Carlos? With Terrell? Tyrone? With Jack?" Those were the guys she'd fucked during the last two weeks. I didn't think there were any others, those were the ones I could remember.
"Of course, what did you think?"
"I thought... that you and I... would..."
Liz laughed out loud, heartily. "Ohhhh.... you thought it would be your child? No, oh, poor deluded Ethan. No... no, no. Oh, no. No, I don't want it to be your child. God no. No, that would just be pathetic. No, I think I want to breed with one of my studs. They are all ten times more likely to produce strong, good offspring than you."
I was shocked. Devastated. Completely humiliated.
My wife, my dear wife whom I love and have been committed to for so long, has been trying to have a baby with her lovers. And I've been watching her attempts to breed.
I must have looked as shocked as ever because Liz saw my face and laughed some more. "You look so devastated. Oh, you poor naive soul. I am sorry this comes as a shock, I thought you would just assume. I mean, you know that you and I don't have sex. How could we possibly have a child?"
I think tears were running down my face. I couldn't believe I have been watching my wife have sex with other men for the last two weeks, essentially breeding herself. Trying to get pregnant by fucking as many men as possible.
Except for me, of course.
The next day I wore my panties and bra to work and Carlos laughed at me, knowing what was under my work clothes. I flushed bright red. I wondered if he knew he might be acting as stud to my wife, and that she might breed with him. Depending on whose sperm got to her eggs first.
