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My wife and I have been swinging since our early twenties. We recently began exploring cuckold-style relationships. We stepped away from traditional swinging a few years back because we were tired of the clubs and their associated drama. She had taken birth control for many years, and once she stopped trying to conceive naturally, we realized her libido skyrocketed without it. Our sex life truly exploded after that discovery.

When our baby arrived, we made a decision: since she was content at work and my career path suggested moving toward postal duties, I would stay home with the child while pursuing a second degree.

I am not forced into this arrangement; I chose it willingly. In fact, I enjoy being home with the baby and studying without the stress of the corporate world. Other men have given me some macho grief for ‘flipping’ our relationship dynamics, but honestly, I can guarantee that I am a better homemaker than 95% of stay-at-home moms from the classic 1950-60s nuclear family model (where dad works and mom stays home). I’ve never heard of a housewife re-shingling the roof or replacing wheel hub bearings while ensuring laundry gets done and the baby is fed. You ladies gave up a great lifestyle to sit under fluorescent lights.:P

A couple of years ago, I found a very well-endowed Black man to come over for her sessions while she was tied up and blindfolded; he has been her full-time partner (FB) ever since. She constantly tells me that he is the best gift I ever gave her.

During our peak swinging days, my wife spotted a post on message boards linking to a chastity device website. She clicked through, read about it, and I heard her gasp, “Oh my.” When I asked what was wrong, she explained the devices and mentioned how long-term wear affects men’s behavior. Although she didn’t pursue it heavily at first, I knew she was interested by the tone of her voice, even though she wouldn’t admit it.

Once she had settled in with her FB, I went to a local sex shop and bought a Pipedream Cock cage that seemed like it would work just as well as some ‘slut-wife’ themed thongs or anklets. I gave them all to her for Christmas along with some nice daily-wear jewelry. She wasn’t sure how to react initially, so the device stayed in her closet for a few weeks.

Over New Year’s Eve this year, we booked a hotel room. When we left it that morning, she grabbed all our sex toys, and for the first time in months, we had an entire night without the baby where we could play freely. The best we’d managed previously was just quickies; there wasn’t enough real time.

That night, she caged me for the very first time using a strap-on trainer kit I had bought her to use on girlfriends years earlier. She used it on me timidly at first. She described how her FB would fuck her while holding my cage until she got too turned on and unlocked me so she could be penetrated herself. It was a fun but shy beginning.

Shortly after, our daughter had some health issues, which shut down our sex life due to stress. That changed this weekend when the in-laws took our daughter for the weekend, giving us much-needed alone time.

Once the baby left, I prepared party favors for my wife and me; I love great cannabis paired with good sex. We spent Friday night watching porn, fantasizing, and caressing until after nearly four hours of petting we had some wildly intense mostly vanilla intercourse.

Last night, her FB came over to join us playfully. He arrived late, so we went out to toy stores where she could show off her body while I remained in my cage, looking at accessories. The evening had its ups and downs due to hunger and exhaustion, but we ate something and powered through our drowsiness to finally reach the store.

She spent about an hour browsing clothes; most were chip-stripper style garments. We both prefer she wears nice lingerie rather than those plastic-bag-like items that come in three standard sizes, though she did pick up some new fishnets and lube her boyfriend likes.

We wandered around the toys when the manager started calling out five minutes to closing. I asked if she had seen anything she liked. I tried steering her toward advanced strap-ons, penis pumps, or a plug in hopes she would find something enticing. She replied, “I’m just not in a mood for picking toys.” So we prepared to leave.

As I headed out the door, I heard her say, “Honey wait.” She had stopped at the glass display investigating items. I came back unsure what caught her eye. She pointed and said, “I always liked pretty things; do you have any favorites?” I asked, “For you or for me?”

She smiled and answered, “For you.”

I pointed to a line of toys that didn’t seem too large and told her it was only right that I choose. She went through them and found a nice prostate massager. We left the store right at closing time and simultaneously received texts saying her boyfriend was only 45 minutes away, so we headed home.