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My wife and I were set up by friends we both know, and the connection was instant. When we first met, she was a shy virgin named Miss (as I’ll call her). She soon found pleasure in our intimacy and gained confidence rapidly.

We dated for about two or three years before moving in together. This period overlapped with me having a minor affair with a female friend of ours. We sat down for an open conversation about where we stood. Miss admitted she hadn’t been entirely innocent either, having her own small flings, so I couldn’t really hold it against me. It was quite a shock; my seemingly perfect partner had lain with other men. She explained that she regularly slept with two male colleagues (whom I’d met several times) and also hooked up occasionally during girls’ nights out. This clarified many past mysteries for me: her late nights at the office, or mornings returning home after saying she was staying over with a friend.

The dishonesty hurt us both, so we agreed that honesty was key to making our relationship work. We decided that sex outside our union wasn’t the problem; it was the secrecy. I found the idea of Miss being intimate with other men incredibly arousing and wanted to explore this further.

After moving in together, Miss continued seeing her two work colleagues as friends with benefits whenever possible. One eventually moved jobs and we lost contact, while she also changed roles herself, drifting from the remaining guy. We tried swinging for a bit, meeting various couples and single men. I loved watching my wife with other guys more than anything, but finding the time to swing was exhausting, so we dropped that activity.

After marriage, another discussion led us to an open arrangement. For some time, Miss would go out on weekends with friends and often return in the morning after sleeping with a man from a club. I explored my bisexuality slightly, mostly meeting up with guys who had been involved with Miss previously.

Eventually, she connected with a coworker who became her regular partner for nearly ten years now. We are friendly with him too; we all get along well. When he stays over, I often sleep in the spare room and have enjoyed receiving his seed orally and sucking on his shaft.

I discovered cuckolding a few years back and fully committed to it, leading us into a female-led dynamic where I worship Miss and strive to please her.

Miss has been very successful professionally, frequently traveling for work and staying in hotels across the country. This gives her plenty of chances for one-night stands, which she describes vividly when she returns.

Earlier this year, my journey into chastity began. For nearly seven months now, I have remained locked up continuously. I no longer masturbate freely; I only get to have sex on the first day of each month if Miss is available (meaning not away for work or with her lover). If she isn’t free, I must wait another week.

Over the years, alongside our submissive cuckold dynamic, we’ve dabbled in light BDSM: pain play, cross-dressing, spanking, and pegging.

I’m sitting here at my computer now, wearing my usual heeled boots and a long brown suede skirt with a cotton blouse. My little cock is secured inside its chastity cage, waiting for Miss to return from dinner with her lover. The house is tidy, there’s a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge, and two clean glasses are ready for them. It’s a lifestyle I never pictured myself living, yet one that brings me great joy.