The Urge

Part One

Chapter One

 

The text that Jerry received was direct and to the point. He liked that about his wife.

I’m coming home horny. I expect you naked and in your cuffs.

She didn’t specify anything beyond that but Jerry knew what to expect. He was used to Yolanda’s demands. It was fun to be married to a sexually adventurous and aggressive woman. He didn’t have to explain the urge to her. She knew. He knew. 

He did what was expected of him. He stripped naked and found the leather wrist and ankle cuffs in their toybox. They had spent the extra money on high-quality—if somewhat scary looking—real leather cuffs that were held shut by brass buckles and could be secured with small locks. 

Jerry didn’t get out the locks; he didn’t think it was going to be that sort of night.

Putting them on wasn’t that difficult. He’d worn them before. She’d worn them before. It was nice to be married to a woman who was a switch like him, though lately she’d been asserting her dominance. The hardest part was putting the cuff on his right wrist. He fumbled a bit with the buckle as he cinched it into place. The trick was to make sure they were tight enough to actually restrain without the possibility of them slipping off when they were pulled on.

In a thought that he constantly tried to scrub from his mind, he flashed on the memory of the thick leather band that his grandfather used to wear for his watch. Grandpa Joe had been a foreman on a county road crew for most of his life. It was his job to keep track of time and wore the thick band so he’d never lose his watch. When they bought the restraints Jerry couldn’t help but think about Grandpa’s old watch and leather band. 

It made him wonder what his grandparents had been getting up to in their free time.

The difficult thing was that Yolanda didn’t say when she would be home. He’d just have to wait. That was okay. He busied himself making sure the chains were attached to the bolts he’s sunk into the bed frame he’d made for them. It was a custom job, not that basic woodworking was all that difficult. Grandpa Joe had taught him woodworking years ago. Building a bed frame that could stand up to the rigors of their sex life and look stylish enough to please his was wasn’t difficult at all.

Jerry felt lucky when he heard his wife walking into the house. She hadn’t made him wait just to torture him. Not that he would have minded being tortured a bit.

It wasn’t exactly late for Yolanda. She was still wearing her work clothes: skirt that was maybe a little too short, white blouse that was maybe a little low cut, a professional jacket to dress both the skirt and blouse up, and stockings that Jerry knew were thigh highs held up by a garter belt. That morning when Yolanda had left she had blown him a kiss while lifting up her skirt just enough to show off the garters. He knew what that meant: she was expecting something exciting to happen at work and, if he was lucky, he’d hear about it that night in bed.

And here he was, at night, and in bed.

She walked into the bedroom while shedding her jacket. Automatically Jerry’s cock started to harden. She noticed that right away. “Been waiting for me long?”

“Not very.”

She casually unbuttoned her dress, not hurrying, but doing it very efficiently. “You aren’t hard yet.”

“I didn’t want to jump the gun.”

She nodded acknowledgement of his admission as she took off her dangling earrings. He took that as a good sign; it meant she was serious about some vigorous sex and didn’t want to be bothered by dangling earrings annoying her or getting caught in hair or sheets or on a limb. “Get out your cock ring.”

That gave him a bit of a pause. “What? Why? I’ll get hard. Just give me a second or two.” Without thinking he grabbed his cock and started pumping it. With her shirt off and her tits barely contained by the lacy white bra she was wearing, it didn’t take much of an imagination to get him going. He could even see the shadow of her dark nipples through the gauzy material.

Yolanda slapped his hand away from his cock before going to the toybox to root around in it. “I’m not saying you can’t get it up. I just want you nice and hard and I want you to last a long time.”

“I can do that,” he bragged but didn’t put his hand back on his cock. She found the black rubber ring and tossed it to him. It had a diameter that was just big enough to slip his balls through one at a time and then stuff the shaft through. It was tight, but not too tight. It would get tight when he got hard. It would make him very hard. It would make cumming a struggle, but it would also make cumming that much more powerful. He both loved and hated wearing his cock ring; that was the irony of sex. It was a struggle and a lot of work, but it was worth it in the end...except for the repercussions.

She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Jerry paused in putting on the ring. She was wearing white lace panties that matched her bra...and she was wearing them over the garters. That alone made his cock stiffen and he hurried to push his cock all the way through the ring so he didn’t have to get ice to make it go down just to go back up.

Yolanda stood six feet away from him. She already saw that he had noticed her panties; she was just waiting for him to say something about it. 

Jerry was having trouble forming words as all his blood rushed from his brain to his cock.

“Yes?” she prompted him as he tried to force out a few words and only managed to make a few choking noises.

He had seen her wear a garter belt and stockings before. Usually it was when they were going out on a date and were coming home to have sex or going out to have sex someplace exotic. Occasionally she had worn stockings and garters to work, but when she did that it was always—always—with her panties underneath the garters. 

When she put on the garters and stockings in anticipation of sex, the panties went over the garters.

He didn’t know which way she wore them this morning. 

Of course, over the entire work day she would have had plenty of opportunity to switch things up, but still…

“Do you like what you see?” she asked him innocently, trying to prompt him and still making it worse. 

All he could do was point at her mostly hidden crotch. He could see the little dark triangle of pubic hair partially obscured by the lace material. He knew what she had hidden in her underwear; he had been between her legs and inside her body many times, but that didn’t stop him from getting hard for it once again.

“Yes,” he managed to say.

“Good. Lie down on the bed so I can chain you up. I’m going to ride your cock all night long.”

That was an obvious exaggeration, but it didn’t do anything to stem the flow of blood to his cock. Still, he did exactly as she requested because he wanted it as well. He liked when her body moved close to his face. He could smell whatever soap or lotion or perfume she had put on that morning, in addition to the natural scent of her body. He helped her restrain his body because it was in both their interests to do so, plus he was excited to hear what she had been up to all day.

Once all four limbs were restrained—he had a bit of movement but nothing significant and not enough to where he could release himself easily—she stood at the foot of the bed and let her eyes focus on his cock. It wasn’t huge, but it was more than big enough to satisfy any woman who liked to be filled up. And now, with the ring in place holding back the blood from easily returning to his body, it appeared bigger than usual and was definitely redder than normal. But that was fine. She wanted all of that.

Reaching out with her fingertips, she flicked his manhood to the side just enough to make it slightly painful. They watched as he bounced back and forth.

“That’s all I get?” he asked, trying to move things along.

“Of course not,” she replied and abruptly slapped him. She struck the underside, making his cock smack into his stomach and he gasped as the double impacts. It didn’t hurt—much—but the mere action was enough to let him know his place.

“Fuck! That hurt!”

“It was supposed to,” she said as she stepped out of her shoes. Some men went wild for high heels; Jerry didn’t care all that much. The first time they had seriously played she was relieved when he told her to take off her shoes. They were pretty, but stumbling about in a bed with high heels on was just a recipe for disaster for one or both of them.

Getting back on the bed, she started to straddle Jerry’s body, but then she abruptly turned around and lowered her crotch to his face.

Jerry didn’t mind this at all. A little tease, a little torture was perfect. As she lowered herself down, Jerry noted that the panties, though sexy, were still practical. They weren’t all lace; they had a cotton panel over her pussy, but even that was thin and he noted— just before she made contact with his face and mouth—more than just slightly damn.

He licked the thin material. The heat of her pussy was radiating through her. He could not only smell her musky scent, but tasted it as well. She was wet. Not just damp, but wet. She wasn’t just worked up about getting to have kinky sex with her husband. Something else was going one.

Yolanda wrapped her hand around his cock and gave the side a lick, letting him know she was ready to blow him, but taking care not to actually make contact with the head or the sensitive underside. She had a story to tell him.

He groaned into her pussy. “Keep going, honey,” she told him. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

Jerry asked a question but since her pussy was directly over his face and she was for all practical purposes actually riding his face, the words were incomprehensible. Before lifting up her hips, she licked the other side of his cock. A tiny bead of precum oozed out of the slit at the top of his head. She pushed aside concern that his cock was unnaturally red. He had worn the cock ring before and it had been fine every time.

Sighing because it meant that she’d have to break contact with his lips and tongue, Yolanda reluctantly gave her husband a little breathing room. He had been busy running his tongue along her slit and seeking her little clit. The pleasure he had been giving her was somewhat limited, but soon she’d shed the panties and that would change.

“What was that?” she asked just to be obnoxious.

“What was his name? How did you find time to fuck him?” He deeply inhaled her scent, wondering if they had used a condom or not. He figured it had to be no because she was wearing her panties and trying to keep her new lover’s cum inside her pussy.

In response Yolanda laughed. “What makes you think I fucked him?”

“Why else would we be doing this?” he replied, lifting up his head to run his tongue along the soaked gusset of her panties. She shivered and pulled away. This time she let her lips surround his cock head, locking in right behind the corona and sucking hard to taste whatever precum he had to offer.

It took all her now limited self-control to move away from him. She didn’t get off the bed but stripped off the panties. He looked up at her magnificent pussy. The lips were wet and swollen. There was nothing dripping from her. Jerry chalked that up to her panties soaking up the excess juice she had been exuding and her new lover’s cum not having yet had the opportunity to slide out.

 She was a bit red and looked only slightly sore. Maybe it was a quick fuck. He admired her clean-shaven lips and the carefully formed triangle of dark brown curls that decorated her mound. Shifting back into position she lowered her pussy back down to his face.

“Get to work,” she told him, still holding onto his cock and closing her eyes. “I need to cum first.”

He would have loved to grab her hips and hold her in position as he ate her pussy, but seeing that his arms and legs were chained down, that was impossible.

It didn’t stop him from eating her pussy with enthusiasm and vigor, alternating tickling her clit with his tongue and then sucking on it causing her entire body to quiver.

Much to his surprise, she reached a quick, hard climax faster than he thought was possible. He was been searching for the taste of another man inside her pussy, but couldn’t detect anything other than her natural flavor. 

Maybe they had fucked early in the morning and she had been waiting all day to come home and fuck her husband.

It would hardly be the first time that his wife had fucked him and another man on the same day. 

“Ooohhh….fuck,” she moaned, laying down on his body and gently caressing his hard cock with her soft cheek. “I needed that.”

“Do I eat pussy better than him?” Jerry asked.

She lifted herself up and twisted enough to catch his eye by looking down between their inverted bodies. “I’m not sure,” she said thoughtfully. “I’ll have to do some more study to figure it out first.

Quickly reversing her body, she turned around and inserted just the head of his cock into her pussy. She wanted to sit down and take all of it into her. She needed to feel the joining of their bodies, but she managed to hold off because she had one more bit of torture ready for him. They had talked about it but had never gone through with it. They had the equipment, but sometimes fear was more powerful than lust. 

But not tonight. Not for her. 

Seeing that she had paused, Jerry lifted up his hips and tried to drive his cock deeper into her. She flexed her legs and made the target disappear. His cock slipped free from its tenuous insertion and flopped back with an audible smack onto his belly.

“What the fuck!” he complained. “You want it as much as me!”

Climbing off his body, Yolanda said, “Probably more. But we have to do this right.” She went directly to the toybox and started searching through it.

“Just get on top of me,” Jerry begged. “Tell me all about the guy you fucked. You know that gets me off.”

She ignored him after finding what she wanted. It was just a six foot long piece of thin rope and a one pound weight, both repurposed from their original intent. When Jerry saw what she was holding, he tried to shrink back both literally and metaphorically, but he was well-chained to the bed and his cock wasn’t able to go down at all thanks to the hard rubber ring he was wearing.

“No. I don’t want to do that,” he said.

“But I do,” she insisted with a smile. “Now is the perfect time.”

He could have resisted or insisted she not or even used their safe word, but he didn’t. If she was going to push limits, he was going to prove to her that he could keep up. He wasn’t a wimp emotionally or physically or, especially, sexually.

The rope, a cord really, she looped around his ball sack and tied a simple slipped overhand knot to secure it around him. While there was some real danger in damaging his balls, Yolanda was willing to take that risk for him. 

“Don’t make it too tight!” he called out, almost panicked.

“I know what I’m doing,” she replied coolly as she eyed the amount of cord left over and started another knot to secure the weight. 

“Those aren’t your balls you’re playing with,” he warned her.

Her smile twisted her lips. “Honey, these are my balls,” she said, giving them a little shake and tug.

He only grunted in response as she attached the weight to the end of the cord and let it drape over the edge of the bed. Her estimate had been good. The weight dangled six inches above the floor, pulling gently but firmly on his sack. 

“Does that hurt?” she asked him.

Jerry let out a sigh. “A bit. I can feel it pulling.”

“Good. That’s what you’re supposed to feel. Just done move much. You don’t want any unexpected...tearing.”

His eyes went wide. “You’re kidding! Please tell me you’re kidding.”

She gave a rolling shrug to her shoulders. “We’ll find out.” At that moment he realized she was still wearing her bra, which looked completely natural with the stockings and garter belt, but in other contexts would have been extremely sexually aggressive. As she climbed back on the bed and went to straddle his body, she asked him, “Want to hear how I cheated on you today?”

“Of course!” he blurted out. His cock was still red and hard and she inserted the head into her pussy once again, and again she only allowed the head between her warm, wet lips.

“What would you think if I didn’t cheat on you?”

Jerry opened his eyes wider. “Then...uh...then maybe you’ve created a complex scene here for nothing.”

Lowering herself almost all the way down, Yolanda pumped herself up and down a few times, naturally slicking his shaft. It was impossible to resist nature and Jerry tried to lift up his hips to fuck her, but the moment he did, the weight tied to his balls tugged unnaturally on him and he froze. 

Yolanda realized what was happening and chuckled a little as she settled her pussy all the way down on him. “Enjoying yourself?”

“No.”

“I am.” She adjusted herself and leaned forward to kiss her husband. “Want to hear my story now?”

“I’d rather just cum.”

“It’s a short story,” she promised.

He was certain she was lying. “Sure.”

Without any preliminaries, she launched into her story. “You know I found Evan to be really sexy the moment I saw him. He has huge forearms. Very sexy. Sandy brown hair. I just wish he was a little taller.”

“Get on with it,” Jerry groaned.

She continued on at her own pace. “He’s a buyer for one of our clients. In the office at least once a week. I made sure to flirt with him every time I saw him.” She paused and leaned forward for another kiss from her husband. “And I made sure he saw my wedding rings. He even asked me, ‘What would your husband think if you were flirting with another man?’” Once more she stopped and looked down at Jerry.

“What did you tell him?” Jerry asked when he realized he was being prompted.

“I told him, ‘My husband is fine with me flirting, he just wants to watch if I fuck another guy.’”

They both stayed stock still. Jerry’s cock was throbbing. Yolanda knew that if she moved just enough, getting him to cum would be easy. 

She didn’t want him to cum yet.

“What did he say then?” Jerry asked. The tension—both literal and metaphorical—was killing him.

“He said he wasn’t sure he could do that,” she answered with a pout. “But I convinced him I was sure he could.”

“How did you do that?”

“Got him alone in my office, which is pretty small, and I pressed up against him when I went around the desk.”

“And…?”

“One thing led to another, we were already beyond flirting, and when I moved around him, I could tell he was hard. That was all either of us needed. A second later we were kissing, making out…” Yolanda now started to move up and down slowly and in small inches, but more than enough to keep Jerry’s interest without making him climax.

“Tongue?”

“Of course.”

“Did he feel your tits? Your ass?”

“Yes. Both.” She sighed; it was hard to tell if the sigh was from reliving the memory or from having Jerry’s big cock inside her. “He has strong hands.”

“Did he pinch your nipples?” When his hands weren’t chained, that’s what Jerry liked to do to his wife while she was chained up.

“A little,” she admitted. “But through my shirt and bra.”

That disappointed Jerry. “Why? Were you just kissing?”

“Not just kissing,” she admitted slowly, concentrating on pumping her thighs up and down to ride Jerry’s cock nice and slow. She was on her knees, so it was fairly easy, but she wouldn’t be able to do it forever.

“What did he do then?” Jerry asked, and then a thought occurred to him. “Or did you go down on him? How does he like his cock sucked?”

“I didn’t go down on him. He went down on me,” she smiled. “He was a gentleman and went right down on his knees and pulled up my skirt.” She paused and giggled. “He was a bit stymied by my panties and garters.”

“Why?”

“I was wearing them inside my garters like a proper lady,” she said. “Only sluts wear them over the garters.”

“But you’re a slut,” Jerry helpfully reminded her.

“Yes, but I’m a slut with morals and I can control myself.”

“By fucking men other than your husband?”

“He’s so useless in bed he makes me fuck other men.”

“Uh-huh. So how did he solve this little problem?” Jerry prompted.

“Evan actually unhooked my garters—which took a painfully long time—and then pulled down my panties to eat my pussy.”

“How did that work?”

“The man was born to be on his knees eating pussy. Maybe he’s just naturally good at oral. If he was a Catholic altar boy he’d be doing a lot of praying with the priests.” She grunted and shifted her weight. “The damn desk cut into my ass, but it was worth it.”

“Did he makes you cum?” Jerry needed to know.

“Yes. Twice. The man’s tongue is incredible. I rode his face like a horse.”

“Kinda like you’re riding me now?”

She gave him a beatific smile. “Sort of.” She was holding something back.

“Did you return the favor?” It only made sense that they would have exchanged oral sex in her office. Jerry once had the opportunity, after hours, to visit Yolanda in her office. Naturally they had fucked with her bent over the table, but there was limited space.

“Almost.”

“Almost? Did you run out of time or did someone walk in on you?” Someone interrupting the lovers would have been great, but Jerry would have wanted to witness it rather than just hear about it. However, rumors circulating the office about what a slut Yolanda was would also be good…

“No. After I came the second time I had to push him away. I made him sit down in the extra chair because I was shaking and his neck was sore. I took the opportunity to get on my knees and tried to open up his pants.”

“Tried?”

“He kept pushing my hand away.”

“Why? That sounds like something a gay man would do.”

“Right. Of course,” Yolanda said sarcastically. “Because many gay men are well-known for eating work colleagues out after she inappropriately brushes up against them.”

“Oh. Right...so why did he stop you.”

“He tried to claim that it was because I was married. I pointed out that he was married as well.”

“How did you know that?”

She rolled her eyes at him and stopped her slow bouncing. “He was wearing a wedding ring. Duh.”

“And that didn’t stop you?” Jerry asked, teasing.

In response, Yolanda reached behind her and plucked the thin cord tied to his balls. Jerry yelped at the pain.

“Of course that didn’t stop me. I’m not going to stop fucking other men just because I’m married!”

“Wise choice,” Jerry softly agreed.

“Anyway, I eventually fought him enough that he just stopped and let me open up his pants. I could tell he was still hard inside his pants, but maybe he was a little small and he was embarrassed.”

“Was he embarrassed because he had a tiny little dick?” Jerry asked eagerly. Through many experimental measurements and countless consultations with Google along with many, many reassurances from his wife, he knew that his cock was above average in size, though not huge by any means. Still, he got wound up when he was compared to any other man and he came up the victor. “How big was he when you got him out?”

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

Jerry was nonplussed. “What do you mean, you don’t know? Did he not have a cock?”

“Oh, he had a cock, all right. It was just that it was encased in a solid steel tube so he couldn’t get hard.”

While she was speaking English, Jerry couldn’t make sense of her words. “What?”

“He was wearing a cock cage,” she explained in simpler terms.

“Come again?”

“I’d love to, but he couldn’t. Not even once.”

“Okay, you’ve lost me now.”

All pretense at actual sex between them had stopped. She was just sitting on his cock, which filled up her pussy nicely. They stared at each other. Jerry in confusion, Yolanda with amusement.

“Evan and his wife play a kinky game. He’s in chastity for her. He has to wear a steel cage on his cock so he can’t get hard and fuck other women.”

“That’s...that’s fucked up.”

Showing a bit more of an open mind, Yolanda just shrugged her shoulders again. “If that’s what they’re into.”

“How does that even work?” Jerry asked, mostly himself, but it was partially directed at his wife.

“I didn’t ask too much in the way of details, but apparently they get off on her completely controlling when he can get hard and when he can fuck.” She wiggled on top of his hard cock, still buried deep in her pussy, restrained by the weight around his balls and the thick rubber ring making him stay hard. “Kind of like when I say these belong to me.” Reaching around her body, she found his balls and gave them a little squeeze. 

He gasped in surprise. “No, no. I mean, how do they keep a steel cage on his cock? How does that work?”

Yolanda was done talking. She wanted to cum. He was still hard so he needed to cum if he wanted the cock ring off, otherwise it was the ice and he hated that. “He’s got a metal ring around his cock, like you do now. Only not so tight, but tight enough. Steel tube goes over his cock and there’s a little lock to keep everything. Now shut up. I need to cum.”

She started pumping her hips and thighs with vigor. It only took Jerry a second to realize that he wouldn’t last long. He wanted to grab her hips, her tits, anything to hold on for the ride, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even lift up his hips be meet her downstrokes because the weight pulled terribly on his balls. The only relief was to cum.

His wife ground her pussy down on him and wiggled, pressing her clit against his pubic bone. She was almost there. He couldn’t hold back. He wanted to because cumming with the ring on was painful, though it gave him the relief he desperately sought.