It was just a throwaway comment, but looking back, it must have been the catalyst that started the chain of events. I had returned home from one of my overnight away business trips. I arrived home at about half past three, and noticed that my wife’s car was in the drive way. Letting myself in, I called out to her that I was home. “I’m up here” she called back from what sounded like our bedroom. “Come straight up” she added. I dropped my bags, and quickly bounded up the stairs and into our bedroom, where I was greeted a vision of my wife in her sexiest lingerie and high heel shoes. Porn was playing on the wall mounted TV, and I noticed one of her dildos glistening on the bedside cabinet. I said nothing, but quickly scrabbled out of my clothes, my wife helping with my trousers and boxers. As soon as my cock was free, she guided it into her warm and eager mouth and began to work my shaft with her lips. Finally, I managed to get my shirt off, freeing my hands to hold her head as I began to find a rhythm at fucking her face. After a few minutes, no doubt content my cock was hard enough for what she wanted, my wife stopped sucking it, and lay back down on our bed, pulling her panties to one side, and giving me my first proper view of her cunt, smooth, puffy and wet… I quickly climbed on the bed between her stockinged legs, and plunged by cock into her depths. There was no gentleness, no teasing of her labia to ensure she was wet enough, no easing in my cock to allow her to adjust and accommodate; I just dropped my full weight onto her, forcing my cock as deep as it could possibly go inside my wife’s receptive pussy, causing her to gasp and then grunt. She tried to wrap her legs around me as I pounded her, and she tried to gently push me off, no doubt my weight making it hard for her to breathe; but I had already decided this was just going to be an animalist fuck, so I neither slowed down my assault nor adjusted my body to assist her. Her cunt was sopping wet, so it was easy to keep going for longer than normal at this pace, but soon enough I felt the inevitable need to cum. “On my tits” she gasped, somehow tuning in to my body enough to pick up on my impending orgasm. I pulled out of her pussy, and shuffled up the bed, and began to wank my cock over her heaving breasts until, with a grunt and twitch in my thighs, I came. A glob of spunk splashed onto her left boob, before running down the side and pooling on her belly. I fell beside her, a sheen of sweat on both our bodies. With one hand, she carefully scooped up my load and after examining it for a few seconds, let it drop again onto her boob, this time letting it land on her nipple. “That wasn’t very much” she softly chided. “Probably because I had a wank in the hotel this morning’” I replied, running my finger around her nipple, drawing my spunk in a trail behind it. “What a waste.” “I always have a wank when I’m in a hotel” I offered. ““I didn’t know I was coming home to this!” My wife smiled, then rolled over to reach for the tissues, “Well we might have to do something about that next time” she muttered before heading off to the shower. That ‘next time’ came about 3 weeks later. I had to travel to Manchester for a meeting, and it would involve an overnight stay. The night before I was heading off, whilst in bed, my wife leaned over and began to play with my cock. This was new, as normally I initiated sex in at bedtime. “So, will you be having a wank tomorrow in your hotel room?” she whispered as she began to lightly stroke my cock. “Don’t I always?” I replied offering her a cheeky grin. My cock was hard now, and her grip increased enough to provide sufficient friction that she was now properly masturbating me rather than just stroking my cock. “Well maybe we need to change a few things then” she replied softly whilst increasing her tempo. “Maybe, I’ll empty you now, so you have nothing left tomorrow” she added. The feeling of pleasure in my cock was warm and comforting, so I just lay there, my eyes closed while my wife worked away. Occasionally she would lean over, and lick the end, dribbling a small amount of spit onto my shaft, as she slid her fist up and down it. The world was quiet, just our breathing and the slap of her forearm against my belly as she jerked away on my cock, until that familiar feeling took hold, and with a loud grunt, I shot ropey lines of cum into the air and over the back of my wife’s hand. Instead of stopping, she tightened her grip, and with a slower pace, ensured she milked every drop from my cock. “Now that’s more like it. That is how much I expect when you get home. It needs to coat my tits, or fill my mouth, or overflow from my pussy. Do you understand?” I nodded contently as the comedown took hold, and I felt drained and tired. “Go and clean up” my wife ordered, so I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my cock and take a piss. When I got back into bed, I attempted to kiss and cuddle, a sort of post wank ‘thank-you’, but my wife rolled me onto my back and smiled. “Now, do not say a thing and do not move. OK?” I was curious, so I nodded. She leant over, and reached into her bedside draw and bought something out. Surely she couldn’t be expecting any more sex tonight I thought. She would have known I had nothing left to give for a good few hours yet! But she reached under the covers, and began to do something with my cock. “No moving, and no talking” she reminded me, as I felt something cold and hard against the sensitive skin of my helmet. “There” she triumphantly proclaimed, as she threw back the quilt, so I could see what she had been up to. Looking down, I could see my flaccid cock entombed in a chrome cock shaped cage, a little brass padlock, nestled on a ring around its base; a ring which also encompassed my cock’s base. It was a chastity cock cage she informed me; “you can still pee out of it, but you cant get a hard on.” She laughed a little at that. I didn’t know what to say. And in that shocked silence, my wife kissed me before seductively muttering “Sleep well my love, I’ll facetime you tomorrow when you are at the hotel. Love you.” And with that, she turned over and went to sleep.