The story begins with my wife realizing she is bisexual and has a preference for women. She initially enjoyed our sexual relationship, but after a disastrous swap with our closest friends left her bruised and sore, she decided to stick only with me. A few surgeries later made penetration painful, so we switched to anal sex entirely. This arrangement lasted several years until hemorrhoids put an end to it.
To cut a long story short, her best friend—someone I’d had a mutual crush on and flirted with since I was 14—moved into our home after his divorce. We spent every day flirting and getting physical together. My wife didn’t mind at all. One day, while her friend mentioned she was incredibly horny having gone eight months without sex, my wife unexpectedly offered me to her. Once I had satisfied the friend, she asked my wife to join us. That’s when we discovered that my girlfriend is indeed bisexual and has been with women since college; it turns out my wife had also been fantasizing about exclusively female partners for years. The threesome was wonderful, and the affection among us after treating this woman as family grew so strong that we furnished a room for her, got cable TV, bought a wardrobe full of new clothes, and she officially became part of our marriage.
At first, I set the stage for our nightly threesomes. However, in the next decade, as I developed ED and gained weight, my cock would lose its erection quickly despite Viagra and fall out fast, causing me to finish outside them while they gave up on fucking me. Oral sex stopped too; they said it was better between themselves since women do it well, and I had already enjoyed more threesomes than any man they knew—over a thousand in those first ten years. After that period, they stopped giving me orgasms but still wanted me in bed with them for kissing, fondling, and other intimate acts to help each other climax. There was also the element of having a man around made them feel less gay because back in our day, there wasn’t much room for bisexuality—you were either a lesbian or closeted. You could lose your job, and families often disowned you if you weren’t heterosexual; it was considered a serious issue then. I lost my virginity to a gay friend who hit on me well into my twenties even though I wasn’t sexually attracted to men. The act itself doesn’t repulse me, and under the right circumstances or when very horny with no women around (especially after drinks), things could happen.
So basically, I was allowed to jerk off or not after we were done cleaning up the bedroom. It was an honor system since there wasn’t internet yet, and I didn’t know about chastity cages existing back then—I admit cheating occasionally—but generally averaged about 20 orgasms per year. I haven’t had anyone inside me in over twenty years nor oral sex in fifteen because it makes my wife cum too quickly for her to savor the moment; plus, having been with women spoiled her slightly.
For nearly twelve years now (eleven going on twelve), I’ve worn a chastity cage 24/7. Working from home made this easy. Over time, my orgasms dropped to about two or three annually alongside some ruined ones and plenty of teasing. Each year we agreed upon what activities would occur during the coming months. Contrary to porn depictions, marriages where spouses don’t align sexually can last if they communicate well; we’ve seen others fail this way too. Older friends introduced us to BDSM—the husband was a cross-dressing biker unafraid of admitting it thanks largely due to his size and fighting abilities—which gave excellent advice: keep bedroom dynamics separate from daily life as much as possible. While crossdressing and chastity naturally extend outward, we remained loving partners outside playtime without constant mistress/slave roles unless chosen deliberately during scenes. When playing together, discussions ensured everyone felt comfortable participating according to mood rather than strict scripts—for instance, if my balls were sore from previous kicking sessions I wouldn’t agree immediately; instead of rigid rules acting as outlines outlining desires night-to-night details stayed flexible within limits set by me—nothing requiring medical attention was forbidden otherwise open discussion governed interactions. Once having torn colon tissue while pegged with an oversized strap-on taught us caution starting small growing gradually over years defined our sexual lifestyle where both women tried anything requested doing things desired like breath control knife play putting cigarettes out on my cock head which still reminds them of me today.
We moved away from our girlfriend who couldn’t join due unforeseen circumstances last minute too late since already purchased new house forced us leave without her. This marked start increased focus on chastity decreasing annual orgasm counts while wife developed interest CBT nipple torture because pained moans turned her on unlike earlier pleasure-based responses now locked cock prevented that so pain signals replaced them.
Every year took breaks letting recovery happen welts disappearing butt areas really avoided intercourse during pauses since no longer attracted male anatomy claimed barely managing handle partner loved husband but old man organ out question entirely.
Now seventy decided this year definitely excluded from active participation ignores occasionally tortures never jerks accomplishes nothing feels nothing creates messes easily ignored wants real pain moans not fake ones helps speed up climax bought sharp clawed clips dig deep into nipples purchased adjustable ball vice tightens progressively hoods block sight speech built penis shaped gag hate losing visual connection might deprive seeing naked couple weeks months increase arousal levels.
Essentially no more orgasms given pretend existence ignored completely realistic knowing several methods self-masturbate regardless cage type assume occasional once/twice yearly despite wanting avoid idea behind lifestyle always minimize suffering maximize enjoyment pain humiliation whatever chosen deep love drives wife cause hurt because I am sexual masochist desire her doing so.
Forgot most crucial detail female led marriage fully established veto power final decision rests hers asks wine foot massage body rub similar requests no S&M outside bedroom context safe word slowdown signals used Red Yellow Green indicating stop immediately ease pressure proceed normally rarely require RED obvious excess years taught knowing limits well understood.
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So I’m fine with wearing chastity and letting sex be entirely for my wife’s enjoyment. It is the least I can do given all the freedoms she has granted me, like bringing home girls while I am allowed to have them out, or staying away at night as long as I call to say I’m okay and won’t be back that evening. For twelve weeks each year, I worked overseas, managing contracts worth millions of dollars for various companies. The women they introduced to me were truly breathtaking. And then there were the parties on private yachts with plenty of beautiful girls around. It was a good life filled with lots of sex. In fact, I think I crossed everything off my bucket list quite some time ago—well, maybe not entirely when you really look at it. One thing that stands out: I have never performed oral sex on a man. However, I would be happy to do so if my wife ever wanted an MMF threesome; after having a few drinks and receiving attention from women, I feel capable of anything. She mentioned that doing this might alter how she perceives me. My dad was very much the alpha male, and so am I—that’s one reason why she married me in the first place. Even when we began our journey into chastity and FLR (Female Led Relationship) life didn’t quite match her image of me as a dominant man, time has shifted that perspective. Now at 70 years old, few people want to suck my cock or have me perform oral on them, so I’ll make do with what is available.
This marks the final chapter in a long and wonderful sexual journey. Honestly, considering my age, erectile dysfunction, and medications that suppress my libido significantly, there isn’t much left for me to give up. People constantly encourage me to write a book about it. My unusual sex life represents just one small part of the broader existence I’ve lived. Throughout my life, I always craved novelty and adventure. I shaped events according to my own terms and remained willing to take necessary steps to achieve what I desired. Education among gifted students helped shape who I am; indeed, my Machiavellian personality traits are strong enough that even psychologists recognized they were being subtly controlled by me despite knowing this trait well within themselves.
This ability has allowed me to guide others toward doing exactly as I wished—particularly women drawn either to alpha males or sapiosexual connections. For example, there was once a woman who gave me oral sex on an airplane after explaining how metal aircraft manage flight mechanics. She complimented my intelligence greatly, handed over two Xanax pills for me while buying us both drinks before placing a blanket across her lap—not the strangest occurrence by any means.
The odder part? My partner and I missed our departing flight from Las Vegas, forcing us onto standby seating where they lacked adjacent seats. Consequently, she sat several rows behind us yet could still hear us laughing together during conversation later on once we arrived at our destination. Upon meeting up again afterward, I introduced my wife to the lady who helped initiate me into the Mile High Club experience earlier that day. A quick check via their website confirmed oral sex indeed counts toward membership!:) What a life it has been; now approaching its conclusion. Whether kind or melancholic matters little since throughout all these years I always stayed true to myself, much like the lyrics suggest.