Disclaimer: I did not write this, I found this a few years back on Tumblr, not sure if that is even the original source. I lost it and reposted about a year ago asking for it on the original cuckold stories sub and someone was kind enough to post it, so shout out to whoever had it. Sharing again because it is an awesome story.

To make it easier, call me John and my wife Jane. Neither of which are our real names. We’d been married about 8 years when this story happened. Both in our early 30s, Jane is rather short, around 5’1”, but in good shape and very petite. Her breasts and ass are well proportioned to her height. I’d put on a few pounds since college, but am still fit.Eight years means comfortability. We knew each other very well. Knew what to expect. I knew her sexual fantasies and she knew mine. Over my past seven birthdays she’d exploited my fantasies to give me special birthday sex. Some years were more successful than others, but overall it was moving in the right direction, getting kinkier and kinkier as years progressed. Started with blowjobs and progressed to Jane wearing slutty attire as we went out on the town. She knew I had a thing for watching her dressed slutty in public and the previous year, she had worn a sheer top with no bra underneath. No one but me saw anything, but it was very hot.This story starts about a month before my last birthday. In previous years, Jane and I had both engaged in willing abstinence the week prior to my birthday. The theory was that it made us both hornier and thus both more willing to engage in what we would otherwise consider too risque conduct.On a friday night about a month before my birthday, Jane surprised me by walking into the front room dressed in one of her sexiest lingere sets. I had been watching TV, but was quickly more focused on my wife. She suggested we go into the bedroom and have some fun. She rarely initiates sex, so I jumped at the chance.Once in the bedroom, she surprised me again by tying my hands and legs to the bedposts. We’ve done stuff like that before, but I always had to ask her to do it. Then she blindfolded me and started stroking my cock while saying nasty things. This too wasn’t out of the ordinary.After about a half hour, she was stroking me vigorously and I was getting close to cumming. But just before I could, she stopped, completely letting go of my cock. I was incredibly frustrated, as you can imagine. Even more so when she started stroking my cock again, only to once more stop when I was right on the verge of orgasm. Then she did it again. I lost track of how many times that night she took me to the brink of orgasm only to stop before I could finish. She would later tell me ten times total. She would also later tell me this is called “edging,” because you get right to the edge of cumming but don’t go over.Well, needless to say I was out of my mind with arousal by that point. I would have done anything in the world to be able to cum. So I was surprised when Jane hopped out of bed and left the room, only to return a few moments later.I jumped when she placed the ice pack on my cock. It took me a minute to realize this wasn’t some sexy game (or I guess it was, just not for that night), but that she was trying to get my erection to go away. Then I felt her fumbling with my bits, hard, smooth surfaces rubbing against my balls and shaft.Then she removed my blindfold and I looked down to see what she had done to my cock. She’d put it in a clear plastic cage. A chastity cage! I watched her take the small padlock and slide it through, clasping it closed and locking me in. Then she said something that gave me shivers.“Happy early birthday! I’ll let you out in 30 days!”She told me later that it was a CB-6000s and that since I often sleep naked, she had woken up early one morning to measure my penis to get the right size. She also took the opportunity to tease me saying she was surprised how small I was, that I’d been lying to her about my size. It was true. I’d been telling her I was 6.75 inches when really I was on the small side at only 5.75 inches. Whatever, all guys lie about their size.Needless to say, the cage was very uncomfortable at first. I had to sit down to pee and it prevented me from getting erections. Once I got used to the physical sensations, it became the mental and chemical sensations that were more difficult.Like most men, I was used to an orgasm every day or two. By day five I was going out of my mind with lust. The simplest things were turning me on…the way Jane walked, the way she twirled her hair, the way she licked her finger as she turned the magazine page! Damn!I couldn’t help my self. I had to look at porn. Jane had a ladies night that Friday and while she was gone I spent the whole night looking at porn. But since I couldn’t cum, I just kept getting hornier and hornier, and as my need got stronger, my mind got kinkier.The next night (and the two Saturdays following) was our only sexual contact for the whole month. Jane had me go down on her until she came at least twice. Which of course, only made me hornier.Needless to say, by the time my birthday finally came, I was insane with lust and kinky thoughts. My birthday happened to be on a Saturday and I was so excited to finally be able to cum that I couldn’t sleep the night before. Like a kid on Christmas Eve.Finally, at about 5 pm on my birthday, Jane came out of the bedroom and said, “I’ve laid out several options for what I’ll wear tonight. Go into the bedroom and pick out what you want me to wear.”“Wear for what? What are we doing tonight?”“I’m going to tie you to the bed and tease you until you burst, but I’m going to give you a striptease first, so pick out what I should wear.”I went in and and picked out a sexy outfit, but still classy.Tight black minidress with thigh high stockings and sexy lingerie.When I told her I was done, I was surprised when she said, “Now I want you out of my way while I get ready, so go down to the bar and have a few drinks and I’ll text you when it’s time to come back,” and then, instead of letting me take my wallet with me, she shoved my ID into my hand along with $30.I left our apartment and walked to the nearest dive, a crappy little bar that neither of us particularly liked. I figured it wouldn’t take her long to change, so I ordered a shot with a beer back.An hour and a half later and I’d had three shots and four beers and was feeling no pain when I finally got a text from Jane saying, “We’re going to play a game tonight. I’m going to tell you what to do and give you a certain amount of time to do it in. If you don’t do it in that amount of time, I win a point. It’s now exactly 7:30. You have five minutes to get back to the apartment. 7:35.”I sprinted home, bursting into the apartment at 7:34, ready to take what was mine. But the apartment was silent. Our bedroom door was closed and there was note taped to it. It said, “Don’t come in yet. First shower and shave, including your pubic hair. I want you smooth. Then take three big bong rips. You have ten minutes to do this, by 7:45”Oh yeah, that was another thing. We didn’t smoke weed too much, only on special occasions. But my birthday was definitely a special occasion, and it made me even more excited because I knew that weed made Jane ultrahorny.I quickly showered and shaved my pubic hair, which was a bit difficult to do around the chastity cage (luckily Jane had had me shave a few days before first putting the cage on me, so it wasn’t too bad). Then I went into the kitchen and took three big bong rips.Like I said, we rarely smoke, so neither of our tolerances are that great. One bong rip usually gets me buzzed and two definitely gets me baked. One is enough to do Jane for the night. But three for me? I hadn’t had that much since college. I was definitely, definitely baked.I’m not sure how long I was in the kitchen. It felt like hours and hours and days. When I looked at the clock, it said 8:00pm. I made my way to the bedroom, slowly opening the door on my wife.Only when I opened it, she wasn’t there. There was a note on the bed. “The video camera is hooked up to the TV. Take off all your clothes and watch the video for your next instructions. You have twenty minutes to do this, by 8:05.”I rushed to the living room, stripping naked as I went, and pressed play on the video camera. I was immediately greeted by the site of our bedroom. Then me walking into the bedroom and picking out Jane’s outfit. She had secretly taped me earlier in the evening. Then it cut to a tight shot of Jane getting dressed in the outfit I picked her.She was very slow and deliberate about the way she got dressed, milking it for all its sexiness. I’m sure you can imagine, my erection was straining against my cage.Then it cut to Jane sitting at the computer, dressed in her clothes, but her panties were pulled down and she was using the vibrator. The screen was only on her, but after a second I could tell that she was watching something on the computer. Then I was surprised when she pulled the bong into the shot and took a giant rip off of it while still using the vibrator. And then another bong rip!Jane rarely smokes at all, and when she does it’s usually at my suggestion. One hit usually makes her super horny, but here she had just taken two. While masturbating.She continued with the vibrator and after a few moments got close to cumming. Her skin began to turn red, her back arched. But them she stopped and looked directly into the camera.“I wasn’t trying to cum,” she said to the camera. “I was just trying to make myself as horny as possible.”She grabbed the camera, turning toward the computer. Then she clicked through several sights, all of them porn sights. All…familiar.“You see, I put a spy program on computer that tracked all the porn sites you went to. Naughty boy.” She turned the camera back to herself. “So I just made myself horny as possible because I’m about to leave the apartment. To go out to a bar. And flirt with other men. I will arrive at my destination at 8pm. If you arrive within one hour, I will leave with you and we will get a hotel room and fuck all night.“But if you don’t arrive within one hour…well, you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you. Text me when you get this and I will give you a hint as to where I am.” Then Jane lifted the bong to her mouth and took still another hit. I looked at the clock. It was already 8:35.I grabbed my phone and texted her. Then waited for what seemed like a day for her to respond, but was actually only two minutes. I was really stoned.My phone vibrated and I grabbed it, expecting to see an address. But instead it was a picture of a random building and text reading, “Try and find me.” I recognized that building! It was in midtown on the east side not far from my work. Only about a 15 minute taxi ride away!I jumped up and threw my clothes on and ran to the door, only to realize I couldn’t find my wallet. Suddenly my phone vibrated. Another text from Jane, “Oh yeah, I brought your wallet with me. Guess you’ll have to take the subway. There’s a fare card by the door. ;)”WHAT! Taking the subway meant it would take me 25 minutes to get there! I’d only just be able to make it in time. I sprinted out of the apartment, running to the subway. Which was difficult because for some reason, my cock was getting hard in the cage. Why the hell was I so aroused?I got off at the midtown stop. 8:58! I began texting her that I had arrived, when suddenly another text from her came in. Another picture. Of some random statue. “Oops. Accidentally sent you the wrong picture. Guess all that weed went to my head. You better hurry, there’s a really got guy here and he’s been buying me drinks.”My brain was all foggy. It took me at least ten minutes to realize it was a picture of the statue in front of a hotel downtown (the infamous one, with the floor to ceiling windows in each room). I quickly jumped back on the subway.When I got off the subway downtown, it was already 9:40 and a text from Jane was waiting for me. “Wow, you really are kinky. We’re in the hotel bar. Enter and sit at the table just to your left. I’m sitting at the bar, but don’t approach or say anything to me or I won’t let you out of your cage for a whole year.”The bar was dark and a bit crowded, but I was able to find a seat. Jane was sitting at the bar in the sexy outfit I picked out for her, leaning in very closely to a handsome slightly older man dressed in an expensive looking suit. He had his hand on her inner thigh, and I could tell by the dazed look on her face and her flushed skin that she was incredibly aroused.After a moment, she gazed over to the door. Seeing me, she quickly pushed back from the man, as if she had been caught. But then she smiled at me and went back to talking to the man.I watched them flirting for a long, long time, feeling high and ordering round after round of drinks as his hand slowly moved further and further up her inner thigh. And my cock cage got tighter and tighter.After an hour or so, she climbed down from the chair, kissed him on the cheek and went to the bathroom, not looking my way once the whole time. When she came out of the bathroom, she started walking toward me, but still wouldn’t make contact. Her skin was still red with arousal as she walked up to my table. “Finally,” I thought, “we’re going to get out of here and go fuck our rains out.”But as she got to my table she reached her hand out to mine and handed me something, walking away back to the bar where she rejoined the man. I watched her on her chair for a moment before I looked down at what she’d handed me.It was a piece of cloth. Damp. I unfolded it more and…it was her panties! And they were fucking soaked through completely with her arousal! And they were in my hand, not on her!Suddenly my phone buzzed. “Your key is one of the stalls in the bathroom. Better hurry and get it before someone finds it.”I sprinted into the bathroom. It was one of those fancy unisex ones. I quickly searched the first two stalls and didn’t find anything, but someone was in the third stall, so I had to wait for them to come out.Finally I heard a flush and an attractive woman in white cocktail dress came out with a smile on her face and handed me a note.“Are you Jon?” she asked. I nodded. “I found this note in there. It must be for you.”I looked at the note. It read: “Just kidding, I didn’t put the key to your chastity cage in the bathroom. I guess you’ll have to remain locked up a little longer. Go back to your table and await further instructions.”Sitting back at my table I realized that both my wife and the man she was with were gone. I was sitting there only a moment when an amused waiter walked up and handed me a note.“Your wife asked me to give this to you,” he said with a chuckle. It wasn’t even folded over, so the waiter had obviously read it. It said: “Honey, found a man with a nice big cock. Go to room 1236.”Then the waiter handed me a key card.I got up to leave, then realized I hadn’t paid my tab. And I didn’t have any money, since Jane had my wallet. The waiter, sensing my predicament, chimed in, “You’re all taken care of. The…uh…the man with your wife paid your tab.”How embarrassing.My brain was a cloud of weed and alcohol on the elevator ride up. But still I was trying to figure out what got into Jane’s head that would make her think this was something I wanted. Surely this was all just an act and she would be waiting naked in the bed for me when I entered. But what if she was naked and he was there too.I ran to the room and unlocked the door, bound into the room to find…an empty room.There was a note on the bed next to a blindfold. “Text me when you arrive. Then you have five minutes to get naked and put on the blind and sit in the armchair next to the bed.I texted her, “I’m here. I’m not so sure about all this. You’re making me very nervous.”I quickly got a reply: “Follow instructions.”“Ok,” I texted back. Then stripped my clothes off, sat in the chair and put the blindfold on.About 5 minutes later I heard the door open. Someone walking across the room. Smelled perfume.Then I felt a hand on my back, pushing me slightly forward.“What’s—”“Shhh,” she said. “Lean forward.” Then she grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. I felt cold metal around my wrists and then heard a click of handcuffs being locked into place. I pulled on them but they were very secure. Then she pushed me back upright and I felt my ankles being tied to the legs of the chair. Then my she also tied my thighs to the arms so that I couldn’t close my legs.Then I felt a glass pressed to my lips.“Drink,” she said, tilting the glass. Water. I was very thirsty so I quickly drank it all down.“Open your mouth,” she said. I complied. Only I suddenly noticed that her voice sounded a little different than usual, but before I could say anything, a ball gag was shoved into my mouth and secured tightly behind my head, preventing me from speaking.Then the blindfold came down.That’s when I saw that the woman standing in front of me was not my wife. It was the woman in the white cocktail dress from the bathroom.“Don’t worry,” she said. “They’ll be here soon.” She walked over to the table and grabbed her purse, searching in it as she walked back to my chair. “I met your wife online a couple months ago. I helped her plan this whole evening.” Then she pulled a small metal key from her purse.“Look familiar?” she asked. Then she bent down and slid it into the lock of my chastity cage. She pulled the cage off of me and I suddenly felt a rush of cool air caress my shaved bits. But surprisingly, I didn’t get hard. It was probably a combination of the cool air in the room and the strangeness of the situation.The woman noticed. “Good, you’re not getting hard right away. It’s so much more fun when it happens with them watching.”She picked up her phone and texted someone, then walked over to me and slid my blindfold back on, whispering into my ear, “We’re about to have a lot of fun. You will remember this night for the rest of your life.A few minutes later I heard the door open again and several people enter. I couldn’t tell what was happening, but they rustled around for several minutes on the bed before seemingly coming to a rest.Then I heard a buzzing noise. And a minute or so later, I heard my wife begin to moan.“See Jane, I told you this is what he wanted,” the Woman in White said. “He’s starting to get hard already.” It was true, I was. “Just wait until we actually show him what’s going on.”Then the blindfold was pulled from my eyes.The first thing I saw was my wife tied to the bed. She was completely naked, and a large vibrator had been tied in place over her clitoris. She had a ball gag in her mouth and her eyes looked groggy. From arousal or drugs I couldn’t tell.Then I noticed that we weren’t alone in the room. There were four men standing around the bed. They were all naked. And they were all black. One of them had a video camera and was filming everything.“Get a shot of his little weener getting hard,” she said as the man got in for a closeup of my cock. “He’s so excited about seeing his wife getting gang raped by four black strangers. Go ahead and begin, boys.”As the first man climbed onto the bed, I realized Jane was looking at my cock as it swelled. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and I was very aroused, but I also didn’t want to be.“See how hard his little peepee is, Jane,” the Woman in White said. “He’s just a little cuckold at heart.” Then she leaned down to my ear and whispered. “I have a confession. I played a little trick on you. I dissolved a Viagra into that water I gave you earlier. Not that it matters. You’re going to be more turned on tonight then you ever have before. You’ll hate yourself for it, but you will soon be wishing you could recreate this moment. So take it all in as it happens.”I watched as the black man grabbed his dick and lined it up at my wife’s dripping hole. She was already closed to orgasm from the vibrator, but she tried to say something through her gag.“What’s that, Jane?” The Woman in White said playfully.My wife tried again. Then again, really enunciating through the gag. “Con-doms,” she said weekly through the gag.“Oh, condoms,” the Woman in White said. “I have some right here,” she said opening a Magnum condom right in front of my face. “But don’t worry, they won’t be wearing any. Good thing you’re on birth control!”Then she dropped something into the condom, and reached down with it between my legs, sliding it over my rock hard cock. It fit like grandpa’s raincoat. It was way too big on me. The Woman in White started stroking me through the condom, only I felt something hard inside the condom poke me. I looked down and saw a few dozen little white pills. The Woman in White had put them inside the condom, for some reason.She leaned in and continued stroking my cock as she whispered into my ear, “Shh, this is our little secret. For the last two months I’ve been switching your wife’s birth control with a sugar pill. So she’s about to get her pussy pumped full of black sperm and she’s not on any protection.”I felt cock swell and I almost came right there. But the Woman in White eased up, not letting me cum.I watched as the first black man slowly lowered his massive cock to my wife’s dripping vagina. Even though he was close to double my size, he slipped in with ease. And then I watched as my wife started cumming on this strange man’s dick.He thrust into her for a while longer before cumming deep inside of her. Then the second man climbed on.It went on this way for the whole night. My wife came 14 times. I counted. The black men came a total of 22 times. At one point, so much cum was leaking out of my wife’s pussy that the Woman in White pushed a pillow under her ass to keep it all in.I didn’t cum a single time the whole night.Finally, as the sun was coming up, the Woman in White untied my legs. The black men carried me over and set me kneeling on the edge of the bed. The Woman in White produced a small key. Then she pulled my wife’s labia open and dropped the key into the overflowing pool of cum that was my wife’s vagina. She motioned to one of the guys and he climbed onto the bed and stock his dick into my wife, using it to push the key all the way in. Then he climbed off and started getting dressed.“That was the key to your handcuffs,” she said as she started stroking my cock. She stroked it for a minute or two, bringing me to the brink of orgasm before stopping.Then she reached up and unhooked my ball gag.“You’re going to lick it our of her. I want you to enjoy this. Really enjoy it, because you’re going to be masturbating for the rest of your life remembering the first time you licked cum from your wife’s ruined cunt.” Then she pushed me forward and I plopped down, my face only an inch away from my wife’s abused pussy. “You have the room until Tuesday, so take your time. I’ll put the do not disturb sign on the door.”And then they all left the room, leaving the camera on to film what I was about to do.I couldn’t believe I was about to do it. But I was. My body was pulsing with a mixture of arousal and disgust.I stuck my tongue out. Leaned forward. Slipped it past her slippery folds. Then pushed it forward, sticking my tongue into the overflowing pool of cum in her pussy.I licked for an hour or so. I ended up swallowing most of their cum, and there was a lot. Almost a half gallon or so. I was only finally able to get the key out because Jane started become aroused by the whole situation. Probing her with my tongue and licking her clitoris, I was able to make her cum, and she squirted all over my face, pushing most of the rest of the cum out, as well as the key.When we got untied, she pulled me down on top of her, guiding my dick into her stretched, slippery hole. I lasted barely three minutes before cumming harder than I’d ever cum before.We cuddled for a while and she confessed that it was all planned. Everything, the whole night. She’d gotten the idea for it from some tumblr site. The men had all been tested and she was actually still on her birth control.We stayed in bed most of that day.We haven’t done anything like that again since, though I haven’t had another birthday yet. I do jerk off thinking about that night, though.