Chapter 7

As the summer heat started to ease and give way to September, Jim’s progress on Kris’s plan remained steady. He stuck to the diet and exercise regime religiously, his body transforming slowly but surely. His body strengthened, but so too did his sexual frustration, trapped as he was by the chastity cage Kris had so teasingly placed upon him. Unbeknownst to him, his wife was facing a similar dilemma. While proud of his progress, Kris found herself craving more - not just the domination she had grown accustomed to, but the thick, satisfying cock of another man: Doug.

Their encounters had become a fiery release for Kris, a way to sate her growing sexual appetite. She yearned for Doug’s dominant presence, his muscular body, and the way he took control, pushing her boundaries with each steamy session. The need to be constantly in charge with Jim could sometimes be exhausting. She loved the evolution of their relationship, but she missed the times when she could just sit back and not be in charge. Her time with Doug gave her that. Their sex was raw and primal, an intense contrast to the controlled and calculated domination she exercised over Jim. She had used her graduate school as an excuse to have regular Tuesday-Thursday dates with Doug. Spending a few hours with him before showering and heading home. She also kept scheduling “fantasy” dates on the weekends so she could have her itch scratched a little more often.

On one such occasion in mid September, Kris found herself at Doug’s apartment, their bodies entwined in a tangle of sweaty sheets. Their grunts and moans filled the room as they moved in perfect rhythm, her walls clenching around his thick shaft. Doug held her hips, thrusting hard and deep, their passion reaching a fever pitch. It was a marathon fuck session, leaving them both spent and satisfied. But in her post-coital haze, Kris realized with a start that she had lingered too long. She had to get home to Jim. She had already used too many excuses for being home late and did not want to distract Jim from his progress.

Rushing to leave she decided to skip her shower. Kris dressed hastily, her mind racing with thoughts of the night’s transgressions. She knew she’d be a little early, but Jim should be happy considering how often she had run late. She could shower at home and use the excuse of a long sweaty day. She freshened her makeup, applied a spritz of perfume, and rushed out the door, hoping to avoid any further delay. As she drove she enjoyed the smell of Doug that still clung to her body and relived the evening.

As she pulled into the driveway of their home, Kris’ heart raced. The lights were off, the house unusually quiet. She checked the security system and saw that it was active and a knot formed in her stomach. She quietly stepped inside, her eyes scanning the path to their bedroom. As she approached the door, she heard it - the faint, familiar sound of Jim’s ragged breathing. When she pushed the door open, the scene before her eyes caused her blood to run cold.

There, illuminated by the soft glow of his Ipad was Jim, his body writhing on the bed, one hand clutching the bedsheets, the other wrapped firmly around his cock. The chastity cage lay forgotten on the bedside table, its purpose defeated. Kris’ eyes widened in shock and fury. “What the fuck, Jim?” she hissed, her voice like ice.

Jim’s eyes shot open, his hand freezing in mid-stroke. Shame and desire warred across his face as he took in the sight of Kris, her hair wild, her clothes askew. “Kris ... I ... I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice thick with arousal. “I couldn’t help it. I needed release.”

“Needed release?” Kris repeated, her eyes narrowing. “Did you forget who holds the key to your pleasure now, pet? I thought I taught you better than this.” She advanced towards the bed, her anger mixing with a twisted sense of arousal at seeing her submissive husband in such a state.