Forced Out - Part 1

My wife has been dating around for years. She loves the feel of different ***** and I enjoy watching her with other men.
Recently, she decided it would be fun to put me in a chastity. She said it was only temporary and if I didn't like it, she'd take it off. After a couple of days, I decided, I'd had enough. She didn't. She said she liked having me locked up and know I couldn't get hard or jerk off. "I'll let you know when you can *** again." She wore the key around he neck like a trophy. Her boyfriends would come over and she would have sex with them in front of me, only I wasn't able to jerk off. After about 4 weeks, I was going crazy and she knew it. Little did I know this was all part of her plan.

One night as she was getting ready for a date, she asked me if I was ready to have the chastity taken off? I was so excited, I instantly got hard. Or course, there were a few things I had to do first. After she shaved her legs, she handed her razor to me and said, "You're turn?" I hesitated at first, but she said, "You want that thing off your little **** don't you?" No argument there. I took the razor and began shaving my legs. When I was finished, she said, "Don't stop there. I want everything shaved. You can leave a little girl patch above your ****, but that's it" My **** was busting out to the chastity. I did as I was told and eventually, I was silky smooth all over.

"Don't you look better! Now go get dressed." I went and put on some jeans and a shirt and came back. She said, not in that. I laid out some nice clothes for you on the bed. I walked in and saw a short, silky black skirt, thigh high stockings, and lacy see-through blouse with a bright pink bra. Again, I nervously laughed. She did not laugh back. "If you ever want to *** again, you'll put those on." I thought to myself, whatever, it's not like anyone will see me. So I went ahead and got dressed. The stocking felt so good going over my smooth legs. Again, my **** pressed against my chastity cage. The bra was tight and uncomfortable. When I put the blouse on, you could still see the pink bra underneath. The skirt felt light and flimsy as if a good breeze could easily blow it up. When I was finally dressed she made me look in the mirror. I actually look pretty good. Next thing I know, there's a knock on the door. Terrified, I start to take off the clothes. She tells me to stop and go answer the door. I refuse, then she looks down at my **** locked up. "You're choice."

As I walk towards the door I could feel the cool air between my legs under my skirt. I look outside and see it's one of her boyfriend's. No way I'm opening the door. Unfortunately, I didn't realize she was right behind me. She quickly opens the door and I just stand there frozen.
Her boyfriend begins to laugh. "So you really did it?!" He begins to look me up and down. "Not too bad. So where are we taking him?

to be continued ...