A Chastity Event Surprises the Family in Part Two

As the closet door clicked shut, Adam sensed a shift in pressure. He stood there locked and still, wearing nothing but his Steelheart device. Despite the loud music filling his ears, his thoughts were racing: How far is my Princess going to push this scenario? Are her female friends really bringing GUESTS over tonight? Will those guests include guys? Could they be people I already know? Ironically, Adam felt that familiar ache in his balls as his cock tried harden… but it was held fast inside the Steelheart. “I need to relax,” he thought to himself. “It doesn’t matter who is here… since no one knows for sure if they’ve seen me like this, everything will be fine…” He kept repeating that mantra.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen Becca was finalizing her preparations for the evening. She had prepared several of her favorite Elegant Cook appetizers and was busy carrying finished plates into the family room. Inside, she couldn’t believe she had actually organized all of this… let alone set it in motion. Her thoughts drifted back to last autumn when Adam sat at her feet: “Thank you, Princess, for allowing me to massage your feet and nibble/suck on your toes.” “You’re welcome…, I know how much you’ve enjoyed sucking my toes and putting other forbidden things in your mouth these past few weeks. I think you want them to be something more?” Becca looked at him as she spoke, seeing Adam try to decode her meaning.

His face flushing, he offered a shy little grin, eagerly sucked on her big toe, and looked away from her gaze. “So tell me the truth: are you fascinated by the idea that my toes could be hard, throbbing COCKS?” “Uh…maybe…” Adam managed as he continued to suck each toe one after another. “As long as you KNOW this remains just a fantasy for you and won’t actually happen, I’m okay with it. I’ve told you many times that you are the only MAN I want making LOVE to me… so feel free to fantasize about my toes belonging to other men’s cocks. And remember, I will NEVER SHARE YOU WITH ANOTHER WOMAN….UNDERSTOOD?”

Deep down, she hoped he didn’t notice her specific phrasing of “the only MAN I want making LOVE to me…” versus “I will NEVER SHARE YOU WITH ANOTHER WOMAN.” She had long since decided that having sex with another man was perfectly acceptable as long as Adam knew about it. Besides, he had grown so used to the taste of his own cum… she wondered if he would be willing to clean her out after she slept with someone else?

Since that day last fall, she had been actively seeking the right person. The thrill of the chase pushed her well outside her comfort zone, and she wasn’t sure until her trip to Chicago for her annual Elegant Cook conference whether she could follow through. Dylan was a fellow Elegant Cook Director whom she met on the first day of the event. Over those three days, they developed quite a casual friendship. Becca had forgotten what it felt like to “flirt” and enjoyed teasing him; she sensed he appreciated being teased.

On their final night at the conference, they met in the hotel bar for drinks. Becca had been contemplating how to bring up the subject but knew she wanted Dylan to come meet Adam. Luckily, his home was only a few hours away. “Hey Becca, how are you? That last session was great. I can’t wait to get back and tell all my customers about the new products.” “That puts us on the same page,” she said, her words tumbling out slightly unsteadily. “Hey, ….” “So, tell me about that key charm around your neck,” Dylan asked with a wry smile. “You try hard to hide it, but I couldn’t help looking down at your wonderful breasts over these past couple of days.”*

Becca flushed and instinctively reached for her chain. She had been wearing Adam’s key on a chain that nestled just between her breast since he took it to the jeweler to have it converted into a nice charm. She always assumed no one noticed. “Well, that is quite a story… you probably wouldn’t understand.” After the initial surprise of Dylan’s question, she composed herself again. “Besides, I am happily married.”*

“I don’t doubt that since all you talk about is your husband and how wonderful he is…but let me take a guess at what that key opens if I may?” “Sure, give me three guesses; the first two don’t count…” she giggled softly and looked down. Her eyes landed on Dylan’s crotch, where she finally noticed his cock bulging beneath his pants. “Well, you see, I bet that key is for a chastity device locked onto Adam’s cock…” As he spoke, he reached inside his shirt and pulled out a key on a chain. “You see, I have one too. I’ve really enjoyed these past couple of days, and it has been ages since I had sex with a LADY… so I thought two keyholders could enjoy themselves without much guilt. What do you think?”

Becca took a large gulp of her Pina Colada to steady herself and started to say something…”but you are wearing one…” Dylan cut her off mid-sentence. “Yes, this wedding ring is for my husband back home. I am bi-sexual and never quite found an emotional connection with women… but…I remember how great it was to fuck a woman…it feels so different from fucking a guy. And as I said, I haven’t had sex with a LADY in ages, and you are seriously gorgeous and sexy…so I thought I’d take the chance. Just to be clear, I’m not looking for an affair or love…I am looking to have sex with you…and if Adam can handle it…with him too. Who knows…maybe Trent can come along so we can make them play together while we watch?”

In her mind, she couldn’t believe what was happening because she had been prepared to take the lead and ask him herself; now her head was spinning—not to mention the tingling between her legs. “I can’t have sex with you tonight. I always promised myself and Adam that before it happened, he would know and approve. Let’s plan something out. But let’s get this straight…if anything happens, it will be at my house, just you and me. You can bring Trent if you like, and we’ll see what unfolds.” “No problem…let’s start planning right now.”* DING… The doorbell snapped her back to reality. Over the past few months she and Dylan had chatted via email and on her phone while playing games together. She felt confident the evening would be a huge success. Straightening her skirt, she pulled her key from under her blouse so it rested against her chest, then sauntered toward the door.

She opened it to see Dylan standing there with a bottle of Pinot Grigio and a big smile. At 43, six-foot-two and fit, his short neat blond hair topped a firm jawline and emerald green eyes. One thing that caught Becca’s attention at the conference was his Crossfit t-shirt worn around the hotel; she knew he was in good shape. That is how their conversation started…by discussing Adam’s love of CrossFit.

“Where’s Trent? I thought you were bringing him?” “I decided to leave him home with his own little play toy. He switches between being submissive and dominant…just not with me.”* “Oh, okay. Are you ready to meet Adam?” “Absolutely; I want to meet Adam right now.*”

As they walked back into the family room, Becca explained: “Adam still doesn’t know and is quietly waiting for us,” she said with a wry smile. “Great, but let’s have a glass of wine first… by the way… you look stunning.”* Dylan started to walk away, but Becca couldn’t wait. She hurried up behind him and grabbed his ass.

, she grabbed his backside, bringing him to a halt, and reached down between his legs to touch his penis. Dylan found that Adam’s member was already stiff as a board; she gave it an affectionate rub through the fabric of his trousers. “Alright then, forget about the wine for now,” Dylan murmured in delight. “Let’s get a look at your husband who is securely locked up.” Becca made her way to the closet entrance and requested just a few minutes to step inside and ready Adam for what was coming next. Dylan nodded graciously and settled onto the couch. “If Adam shows any sign of hesitation, even for a split second, we’ll call this whole thing off, right?” “Absolutely. It has to be something that all of us desire and are on board with before anything else occurs. I want to avoid causing any trouble.” Becca offered Dylan a smile, then turned her attention to opening the closet door, feeling her pulse quicken. She stepped inside, allowing her fingertips to glide over Adam’s chest…