After two years of being locked up around the clock, we’ve decided to step back from long-term chastity. There are several reasons for this choice, but I won’t bore you with all of them since they aren’t strictly about chastity itself; rather, they relate to why we started in the first place. Those original motivations have faded.
Recently, we’ve experimented with part-time usage. Before we had intercourse, I’d put on my device for a few days just to stop myself from masturbating. Outside of that window, I don’t wear it at all—there’s no compelling reason to. Essentially, we now see chastity primarily as a tool for controlling masturbation. Two years of constant wearing feels sufficient for the moment.
I want comfort: being able to sit on chairs without awkwardness and sleeping on my side with just one pillow between my legs. I also prefer standing to urinate rather than dealing with dirty public restroom stalls:) .
My wife is glowing now that she can give me an orgasm again. Honestly, my orgasms feel better when they happen every week or two instead of being spaced out by months. When it goes too long, the strain on stale sperm makes my urethra ache, as I’ve read elsewhere. Extended periods feel like excessive effort.
I’m already a decent husband in her eyes. She still feels she married up and marvels at her life. Chastity wasn’t necessary to improve me; she is more than she hoped for.
So we’ll keep going with the flow, playing it by ear. She has handed over control of our sex life back to me and seems content with that arrangement. The practice helped us through a rough patch in our marriage when we lost our third child. That loss forced her to realize she is bisexual; she desires women, not just pleasing me.
We’re moving forward well again. Part of this renewal comes from my wife enjoying giving me orgasms as much as I enjoy giving them to her. We tend to lock me up for a few days before sex to heighten sensitivity and prevent masturbation. While in the device, I do get hornier, so we’ll keep doing that short-term locking but avoid it during outings or long stretches.
I’m unsure if I will return here often. I’ve gained enough from others’ experiences and feel there’s little left for me to learn. Having lived through what many of you have over the past two years, plus other interests demanding my time, I think I am done posting. My journey was enjoyable despite being a bit disjointed at times. Life is like that. I didn’t write just to provide fodder or win contests; I wrote from the heart with the knowledge I had then.
Feelings and circumstances change, which is what I posted about. It has been a great trip for us—it healed wounds and brought us closer. We are comfortable as a couple now, though we wouldn’t kick another woman out of our bed if she appeared there.
Who knows what comes next? We’re running low on fetishes to explore. Over the last fifty years, I’ve tried most known ones. I have been a cuckold, a bull, a Master, and a sub. Multiple women have used me up, and I’ve savored more threesomes than all my male friends put together. There were always lovers for at least two women simultaneously, and I did things mostly on my terms.
Now I just wait for the end to arrive, trying to collect as many orgasms as possible before then. Bye.