Introductions discussion

A few weeks back, I never would have guessed that male chastity would catch my interest, let alone see me locked in a CB3000. Yet here I am in the foyer, typing up this intro because my wife asked me to… Sure, I’d seen pictures online about men wearing cages, but nothing really clicked until my wife set down some rules to help her realize a dream of hers for ages. On Saturday the 30th[sup]th[/sup], she put the lock on, and it’s staying there for several weeks. Let me back up. I’ve been happily married for eleven years to an incredibly loving woman. Like many couples, our intimacy has fluctuated with life’s ups and downs, but overall, we’ve had a great sex life. We all have fantasies; some come true, some might one day, and others are best left as dreams. About a year ago, I shared a persistent fantasy with my wife: I wanted to watch her having intercourse with another man. Her response was a firm “That’ll never happen in this lifetime.” So that settled it—or so I believed for months—until she brought it up one night in bed. She admitted she’d been thinking about it and found it strange how much it turned her on every time the thought crossed her mind. Since then, our sex life has been fantastic. About six months ago, we decided to take things further by placing a few ads to gauge interest without involving people from our immediate circle. We got lots of replies, but most respondents were total weirdos, which ended that search for now; it seemed better left as a fantasy. Since then, we’ve discussed the idea periodically and established some ground rules in case “Mr. Right” appears. Conditions included meeting beforehand, deciding on location, whether he’d stay all night, limiting us to two encounters with the same man so emotions don’t get too tangled, and my staying out of it (she didn’t want me having sex with her the same night she was seeing someone new). These conditions were manageable. The biggest hurdle for fully realizing this fantasy is her latex allergy. This means our suitor must be completely safe since he won’t be able to use a condom—a potential dealbreaker, especially since we weren’t finding much luck online. Everything shifted in December when another ad yielded a very promising response from a gentleman named Richard, who lived about three hours away. We exchanged emails and got to know him better, eventually deciding on a meeting halfway between our homes just after the New Year. We met Richard for dinner and drinks one Saturday evening. He’s been happily married for 21 years with three kids but has a rather dull sex life. We discussed her allergy and concerns; he admitted he’d had an affair eight years ago but never tested for STDs since then. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was willing to get tested because he feared his wife might find out, but he promised to consider it. After more drinks, we said goodbye, all parties interested, though the allergy and testing were slight sticking points. We continued emailing Richard, who confirmed he would go ahead with testing. This really sparked our passion; we made love like rabbits for several weeks while discussing details. Over months, we’d swapped photos of Richard, and she was thrilled to see that he is bigger than me—only about an inch longer but significantly thicker, including compared to her toys. During those many nights together, we decided on abstaining from sex for at least two or three weeks before the meeting date so she could be tight and ready. We both knew it wouldn’t be easy given our high tension, but we agreed. I told my wife I’d likely touch myself daily until then; her response was that if she didn’t get any relief during this period, neither would I—and thus came the CB3000. Richard’s doctor faxed over his screening results, which sent waves of anticipation through us as it suddenly felt real: I really am going to watch another man pleasure my beautiful and faithful wife of eleven years. Last week, she informed me that for weeks leading up to (and even a few after) the meeting, I must keep my hands off myself. She had ordered a CB3000. This news sparked excitement and immediate intimacy again. The cage arrived Saturday afternoon. As agreed, we had sex one last time on Saturday evening before entering lock mode. The actual meeting is scheduled for the 19th[sup]th[/sup]. I’ll be locked for two weeks prior and a full week after while she recovers and prepares to take in someone smaller again. Perhaps not entirely; she hinted that if things go well on the 19th, she wants Richard back on the 26th, meaning my release gets pushed to March 5th, which is going to be REALLY tough. So far, four days locked up, and I have to confess the anticipation is killing me! Every movement reminds me of it. I’m already desperate for an orgasm, and my wife’s constant teasing isn’t helping at all. Monday night we discussed what she should wear on her date with Richard; white was chosen since it will be their first time together. Yesterday, deciding this would be a totally new experience, she thought he deserves something brand-new to remove. We went to the mall for some white attire, which she promptly modeled for me upon returning home and vowed to tease me with several more times before the big night. I’ve attached a photo; what a lucky guy Richard is going to be—and so am I! I’m actually living out my oldest fantasy while he gets hold of an exceptionally hot woman… God, I can’t wait to get out of this thing so I can pounce on her. It’s only been four days but feels like four years. What great frustration! I’ll update you all as things progress over the next few weeks if anyone is still interested.