COVID Cuckold by peter49parker,peter49parker

The minute hand on our kitchen clock struggled to make any progress as my anticipation grew exponentially. Taking a nap used to make the time fly, but that was not going to happen. I tried going down to my workshop in the basement to pass away some time, but I just sat there wondering about how Jimmy was going to fuck my wife and whether he would, in fact spent the night. Would he eat her delicious pussy? Would she suck his fat, hard cock? How many times would he fuck her? Would he suckle on her mature 38D tits? How many times would he make her orgasm? How much cum would he fill her with? So many questions I had that would be answered soon enough. My next thought was of extreme importance. Would they let me watch?

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“Peter. Peter, where are you?”

I hurried to the kitchen where Ann stood, looking impatiently at me. Wearing an everyday robe that covered her from neck to ankles, I couldn’t see her sexy lingerie, so I tried to look for signs that she was still wearing it.

Ann knew exactly what I was trying to do, so she loosened the sash of her robe and gave me a quick ‘flash.’

“I hope young Jimmy knows just how lucky he is,” I said with admiration of Ann’s sexy look.

“Believe me, Peter, he appreciates what I do for him, and I appreciate what he does for me.”

My mind drifted off for a few seconds with that comment. There was no shortage of erotic mental images conjured up in my mind.

“Peter!” I need you to snap out of your daydream and come upstairs to the bedroom with me.

“Yes, right now?”

“Yes Peter right now. And bring that box that was delivered this morning. I have something in there for you.”

Following Ann up the flight of stairs was pleasant time any day of the week, but today was particularly joyful. Watching her hips sway and her shapely buttocks gently bounce, I was anticipating how Jimmy and Ann were going to go about appreciating each other.

Sitting on the edge of our bed, Ann patted the spot next to her and had me sit there.

“What’s the surprise,” I had to ask?

“Open it and find out,” she said pointing to the small sized box.

Out came my pocket knife and I slit the tape, to gain access. Pushing the bubble packet aside, I must have had quite the look of surprise on my face.

“Go ahead, take it out of the packaging and try it on,” Ann said with that air of self assured, authority.

Pausing for a few seconds, I had to take in exactly what it was she wanted me to do.

“You must know what it is, don’t you. You surf enough porn sites. You must have seen these before.”

“Yes, Ann, I know exactly what it is. It’s a CB6000, one of the most popular and secure cock cages available.”

“Then, what are you waiting for? Put it on,”

Tearing into the packaging, I was wondering about the specifics of Ann’s plan for me and the CB6000. I had admired the chastity device previously, but never figured in this lifetime that Ann would ever know what it was, never mind buy one for me. Then again, I never thought that my wife of 25 years would be fucking our son’s 19 year old best friend, either.

“Take off your panties, put on your cage and make sure it’s locked properly.”

Nodding my head, Ann was quick to make sure I answered her, verbally.

“What, I didn’t hear you,” she said.

“Um, sorry Ann, yes.”

“And what happened to your brand new pink panties,” Ann inquired? “Have you been playing with yourself?”

“No, I’m sorry dear. It’s just that I’ve been so excited. It’s just pre. It happens, you know. I can’t help it.”

Holding out a hand, Ann demanded that I give her both keys to the CB6000, after which she put them on a chain necklace around her neck.

“Now that you’ve messed up your panties, you have to wear just your cage. Got it?”

How about, I get another pair of panties?”

“This isn’t multiple choice here, Peter. You will do as I say. No questions. No negotiation. OK?”

The cock cage was a size small, (2 1/2″) and it fit perfectly. Maybe even a bit big for me. The humiliation kept on. There were a plastic rings that fit in front of and behind my scrotum and then attached to the actual cage, which was pink, by the way. The locking device was a sturdy “Master Lock.” Once on, I could feel myself getting a bit aroused. I didn’t think it was a good idea to sport wood, but it couldn’t be helped. I guess through some instinctual sense, my cock knew enough to not get fully hard, as it would no doubt cause some pain.

With a laugh, Ann watched me squirm and turn all red in the face. She was really enjoying this. Truth be told, so was I.

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Looking at her phone screen, Ann’s smile got big and wide.

“It’s time.” she said. “Jimmy just got off work and he is coming right over.

My mind was racing faster than a Formula One race car at Monaco. What should I do now? How am I going to answer the door completely naked when Jimmy shows up? What should I say to him? Should I invite him to go upstairs to fuck my beautiful wife? Wish him a good time?

Ann must have been reading my mind as she told me to relax a bit. I just sent Jimmy a text, telling him to let himself in the side door, and come right up to the master bedroom.

“Don’t worry, he knows the way up here,” Ann said with a devilish grin on her face.

My poor little cock was now straining at the confining space of my cage, and I have to admit, it did hurt somewhat.

“I know that you will probably want to watch Jimmy and I in bed, but I must insist that you refrain from all impulses to see how Jimmy and I pleasure each other,” was how Ann put it.

“But, I was…”

“Have you gone deaf in the last couple of hours? There is no negotiation here.” was her reply as she cut me off before I could object.

“Jimmy and I have discussed this very possibility, Peter. I told him that sooner or later, you would find us out, and judging from the amount of cuckold porn that you look at, you might just want to watch, or even get involved. This is a big step for ‘all’ of us, You, me, and Jimmy.” Ann added.

“Some time down the road, when Jimmy feels more comfortable, maybe you can watch,” was how Ann put it to me.

“What should I do? Where should I go?” I asked her.

“Make yourself comfortable in one of the boy’s rooms,” Ann told me, “but do not be poking into the Master bedroom. Understand?”

Nodding my head in agreement, I awaited any other orders from my dear, loving wife.

“Should I bring up the food and drinks now?” I asked her.

“That would be perfect.” she said and then had one more request.

“Since Jimmy is spending the night, I told him to bring an overnight bag. When he gets here, he is going to need his delivery uniform to be washed for tomorrow. Be a sweetie and make sure it gets done,” Ann said.

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Jimmy must have driven like a maniac to get there so quickly, but I heard him coming through the side door, into the kitchen. He was light on his feet as he slipped out of his delivery uniform, stripping down to just his boxer shorts before he practically ran out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs. Stepping out from my hiding spot, I could hear Ann shout out a big welcome for her lover. As I sorted through Jimmy’s overnight bag, I found he had packed light, a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt, representative of his university and a pair of clean boxers.

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