The Last Leaf
We went to ‘The Club’ last night to celebrate Valentine’s Day. We love going there whenever possible, and special occasions always make it naughtier! No expectations preceded us as we entered, only that we enjoy the evening for whatever it may offer us. You know what they say about going into anything with none, and then enjoying whatever it is that exceeds them and all that…
@MrsBR_Saiph looked ravishing in a little red number, with her succulent breasts accentuated by a delicate silver key teasing the flesh above, while her playful eyes lit the room and her full red lips beckoned for… My eyes were not the only ones feasting upon her, but mine were the only ones that knew she was the huntress, and they were but prey. I started the evening in a good mental place as a cuckold (spoiler alert – I finished that way too), but I had no way of knowing that my self-perception was about to be irrecoverably changed.
We danced, we held each other regardless of the tempo, and at other times she ground her ass into my caged crotch with a dexterity and fervor that never ceases to blow me away. At some point, we took a break and I went to the washroom. And, that was when the night became one for the books.
As I sat and pissed through the steel bars of the cage incessantly reminding me that I was chaste and all the ‘real’ men stood while using the urinals, Her eyes locked on His.
He was a younger Black man, muscular, and had a great smile. She was in, and so was he. When I came out They were waiting for me. Friendly introductions imbued with a vibe that this was a chill cool guy in all the good ways, quickly led us to the playroom. They were on a red leather bed removing each other’s towels, and I was beside them (wearing mine).
He was strong! He held her tight as he moved her around the bed. Over against this pillow with legs in the air, and then to the opposite side, on all fours. As I moved around in an attempt to keep my eyes on her face while this stallion took my wife away in a gallop across the plains of pleasure, her primal self cried out. It was loud, unabashed, and had a tenor to it I’d never before heard.
His dark flesh glistened with sweat as he rode her hard while her light skin played against his as they lost themselves in each other. My lady never forgets me (for long, and good for her when she does!) and would consistently reach for my hand throughout. I’d let her know I was OK with a squeeze and then let go, for I had no desire to distract her from what was unfolding before me.
At one point she broke the kiss, breathless and eyes wide with an as-yet unsatiated hunger. “You’re a lot!” The corner of her mouth pulling her lips up into a mischievous smile told me how much fun she was having.
His stamina was unparalleled and I watched in amazement as he came inside her, rested for an impossibly few short minutes, and then began anew where he’d just left off. As they tumbled across the bed in a frenzied tangle of arms and legs, mouths mashed together, and a cock making her cry out to the world how good it was, I witnessed that which every cuck surely yearns for.
As a cuck, I’ve been forced to face that which most men bundle up into a predefined set of misconceptions about themselves. I’ve had to acknowledge that there were sexual Olympians out there and that I could never stand on the podium with them. I’ve had to admit that there were men with really big cocks, and I most certainly could not hit ‘that special spot’ like they could, no matter how much society told me that size didn’t matter. I’ve wiped the splatter off my face as a man, in a matter of seconds, found her g-spot and showed me that it was indeed not a myth, merely a place I had never taken her to. I’ve faced off with and lost the battle against my conviction that at least I could kiss her like no other.
It’s all good, don’t get me wrong, but it was a long journey and one fraught with many an emotional wipeout on my part to get me to where I was yesterday. I don’t want to detract from this post with how much we’ve taken to our Joque Spare Parts harness and eight-inch dildo, but I must mention it nonetheless. It has kept me caged in a brutal lockdown for almost five months, and pussy-free for two.
I’d hopped on that train without a thought because with my friend (we call him — — that’s another story) I was able to draw those guttural noises from her that those men with all the ‘right stuff’ could. We were having sex on a level that brought us both pleasure, unlike anything we’d experienced together before. I had her panting. I had her moaning. I had her gyrating under me and crying out like a champion. I was a champion…finally…I could bring her pleasure the way those other men did!
I didn’t think I was an Olympian, but I was circling that podium with conviction. Then I watched her fingers dig into his flesh as she tumbled with him to where I sat, amazed. She giggled and slapped his ass, then moaned as he drove deep inside her. I watched as the energy passed between them like high-voltage rippling down a power line in an uncontrolled need for release. I watched as he came yet again, deep inside her.
I watched, and the last shred of self-delusion was peeled from my eyes, leaving my ego naked and exposed. Fragile, as the last leaf grasping to hang on to that which must inevitably come to an end. The autumn leaf that falls from the branches of the mighty oak, strong and sure as the world gazes upon it, yet unable to deny the will of the world it exists in. I was forced, as was that leaf, to realize its perception of its place in this world had been misguided. I was forced to realize that even on my best day, I could never bring the sexual energy and ensuing passion to the table in the way he could.
Fragile was my ego in the moment, as I contemplated there not being a need to get out my harness later this night, but my faith in us had not wavered. I won’t lie though, I was feeling a little confused about what I could bring to the table now that I knew that with or without a harness I would never be what this man, and those like him, could be to her. Yet, as her hand blindly found mine once more, I felt joy. I felt release. I felt…in my place.
I had shed (what I hope is my last) ego-fueled self-delusion, the sort that just gets in the way of truly embracing what this lifestyle can bring to those who travel it. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t be him, and in fact, that was what made it all so delicious to both of us. We had our own passion, one with a burning heat fueled by our love that could never be matched by that of the flesh. That other heat would be served up to the woman of my dreams on a platter of muscular flesh, dark and rippling with sexual prowess that men like me rightfully stand in awe of.
We took his phone number with an intent we’d naught once had before, to actually contact him again, and returned to our hotel. We’d brought pizza and wings to satisfy the late-night need to refuel after an experience such as we’d had and settled in. As we climbed into bed, we talked about our night and she told me with her loving smile and warm embrace that I was her man, and that was all that I needed to remember—no matter what. I snuggled my cage against her warm ass, as close as I could get to the well-fucked pussy that was in my mind sending teasing waves of heat through the steel and into my denied dick. But, I had guessed correctly. There would be no need for my friend tonight. Not after what she’d experienced with Him. She was satisfied physically, and spent sexually.
She didn’t need that from me tonight. She needed only me. And, that was more than OK, it was fucking awesome.
I don’t know what the future has in store, and I’m not about to tell you I won’t go off the rails about this thing or that at some point, but I can tell you I’m in a great place. A place I’m beyond grateful to be in, thanks to the woman I love. Thanks to the woman I dared bare my soul to so many years ago as I confessed my desire to submit to her cage, and then later yearned to be her cuck.
The End.
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