College Chastity Choice Game 2

The burgers were delicious. Well, burger, we only has one each but it was a big one. Juicy, but still well cooked, inside and just crisp enough outside. Just a little crunchy, not dry or burnt, just, firm.

With a thick slice of American cheese on top of it, melted while the patties were finishing cooking, fresh iceberg lettuce, thinly slices tomatoes, a hint of mayo, and under the patties, generous relish, mustard and ketchup.

All we were missing was bacon, but we were out of it so that would be for another day.

Lindsey had found an air frier for the fries and chicken which made us both skeptical, but in the end, it gives amazing fries and ordinary chicken. It is ordinary chicken... not bad, not great just, acceptable.

But life is too short to be just acceptable.

Lindsey's plan for the next day was finished while I was still cleaning up, so she helped me, apologizing not to be able to help as much now that school was back.

She had the summer mostly off. Mostly because she has a few department meetings to help plan the year. Some of her colleagues attended via zoom, but she doesn't have tenure yet and as such, needs to go the extra mile. She came almost every day in fact, since I was working almost all summer anyway, only getting 2 weeks of vacation.

It was super nice commuting with her in the morning, and coming back home with her. We only have one car, since we work at the same place, and at worst, mass transit isn't that bad.

On a few days when she needed the car but not to be on campus, she was still half asleep in the car while I drove to the campus. She would wake up during the drive, and then either drove back home or I would unlock a room for her to sleep in a student's bed.

Because students weren't on campus, and my team had to clean and sometimes repair the rooms.

Just because Nina, the housing director, tries to give the same room every year to students doesn't mean that they are allowed to introduce changes to them.

Even if the same student returns the following year, any modification made to a room will be reset during the summer. We have to, and the students foot the bill for the repair.

I didn't finish cleaning before she was done, so she helped me with the last things, like cleaning the frier while I went outside to clean the barbecue.

When I come back, she offers to shower, which I can only agree to! I know what this is a prelude for, and seeing her smile makes me think that Ray's visit didn't leave her unaffected.

We undress, kissing twice, always a good sign.

"You are feisty tonight", I say

"I didn't realize it was that long ago!"

"Me neither!", I say, surprised.

"Do we want to continue this way? I mean, I would, but you have a say too, right?", she says, now topless. I look at her marvelous breasts. She no longer even carries the key with her. It's hidden somewhere in the house. I could probably find it quickly. I suspect it's simply somewhere in her jewelry box on the dressed, but I don't wish to cheat.

"I know, but honestly, do you miss it?"

"Do you know what I don't miss?", I say, as we get into the shower, which I had pre-started to get hot water. One of the greatest things I ever did, was the antifog mirror in the shower.

It took a whole weekend and almost a thousand dollars in parts, but I am told it added several K to the value of our house.

So, how do you do an antifog mirror? You coil the hot water pipe behind the mirror so that it's warm instead of being cold! It's that simple, but I had to open the wall in our closet, build the coil with straight pipes which I connected and bent to make the radiator like structure, and then, mount the mirror in the shower wall. That required cutting it.

My wife then joked about installing a one-way mirror so that we could film ourselves in the shower, but what's the point? We can just install our Gopro camera whenever we want to do that, and get a better view.

I think she liked the idea of not knowing when I would be filming, and me now knowing when she would be. Still, it would mean a hole in the coiled pipe and the project was too further along.

Still, this is the kind of creativity which keeps our marriage alive and fun.

"School work?", she says, thinking back to how I struggled in my last semester, which lead me to try chastity to help me focus.

"Ha, ha, no, it's the post-orgasm depression that comes from a male orgasm"

"Right, we talked about that often. I have no idea what you are saying. When I orgasm, I either want to sleep because it's enough, or I want more until it's enough"

I smile. I know this. We wash each other's bodies. The first reason for my fog free or antifog mirror was to shave in the shower, which always feels great. But now that it's in place, it allows me an almost 360 view of my wife's wonderful body. At least, her breasts and back, two of her sexiest features.

I wash her body, I know it well, having licked and kissed every part of it so many times.

No hair washing for her tonight, so I won't wash it and she doesn't wash mine. It's weird. I don't recall who started it, but washing each other's hair is something so incredibly intimate that we don't want to lose this.

Without the hair washing, we quickly get out. I dry myself in the shower so I don't get cold from the evaporation, but Lindsey gets out and barely dries herself, just wrapping a towel over her body.

Tonight, she isn't shivering, but in January, the AC will not need to work and it might be cold enough for her to actually shake from the cold.

I always pack three towels and use the third one to dry her legs and her arms, which is hard as she is clinging to the towel to keep her warmth.

She gained weight over the last 3 years. Not a ton, she isn't fat, but she isn't slim anymore. I don't mind, she is my rock anyway, but since then, she's been finding it is easier to find the cold.

She stays on the toilet seat. Removing her elastic keeping her hair in a bun so it won't get too wet. I see her removing it and it's one of the most erotic displays I know, which doesn't help as I am trying to drain water from my cage and the partial erection blocks its movement.

She notices it and smiles. In the past, she would have teased me about it, but now, just by her glance I know what she is thinking.

I leave the bathroom, still naked, and in our room, prepare my clothing for tomorrow. I have four copies of my uniform at home, plus a replacement in my locker, in case of an accident. I also pick her clothes. This is something we began doing a few months ago and it's turning out well. She knows that I need to pay attention to her mood but gives me some creative license to play with her look.

She does have a veto over it, but I joked during my vacation by not taking out any clothes for her, and to my surprise, she spent the next day naked. "It's what I obviously wanted".

Sometimes, I can get away with not putting panties but most of the time, she prefers them. "I drip all day thinking of you", she says.

Bras are a must. Perhaps that's why I don't mind her weight gain: her breasts became larger and more fun to play with. I don't know why guys prefer firm breasts, I prefer those that move with the girl.

By the time she joins me, she notices the dress I picked and smiles. I did well. She goes to my dresser and hands me my strap-on, placing into it her favorite vaginal dildo. Sweet...

This is our second strap-on, the first didn't fit well and held from elastic bands, but this one is all leather, and actually has a hole at the bottom of my chastity cage. It fits very snugly and I like that.

I know my wife, she is ready to go! It's sexy time...

Well, since we are that early after the shower, it means she had no time to lubricate and I know she hates KY and other lubes in her front door. For the back, it's ok, but the front, like she says, is supposed to be self-lubricated.

With the dildo in front of me, sticking out where my dick used to be, I jump on the bed and kiss her.

"Do you think Ray and his wife will be ok?"

"Most likely. She liked him, sexually I mean"

I began to suck on her closest nipple. She shivers a little.

"Yeah, but some women can't see themselves as lovers and mother and lose their sex drive for like, 20 years"

"That's a long dry spell", I say, kissing her navel.

"Could you last twenty years with that thing on?", she asks me

"I don't know, but I wouldn't last 20 days without touching you"

"Neither could I, Barry. I mean, we've discussed such a challenge but neither of us want to go for it", she says

"Not me, certainly.", I say, as I move between her thighs and begin to perform oral sex on her.

We were in a conversation, so you would think that I would need to stop often to offer my part of the conversation, and early in our marriage, it's what was happening.

But something clicked in our mind. We can have a conversation, a part of it at least, without me talking!

How come? Because she can speak for me, not in a domination way, but in a hypothesis way, which I can thumb up or down.

"But would 20 years scare you? I mean, it's a very long time without an erection. I know we said that your potency wasn't relevant anymore, but don't you think that it's a worry? Wait, let me rephrase that. Are you worried that if we keep you in chastity long, you might have physical side effects you might regret?"

I don't answer yet. She knows to be patient. She knows I have to think about these things, and she likes that.

We've talked about that. It's not out of the blue. It was seriously discussed. Would I be sad if I lost the ability to have an erection because of chastity.

Because that's the worry, right? We researched and it doesn't actually cause shrinkage. Now, for prostate cancer, she milks me. In a few years, we will increase the frequency as she gets more used to them. It still freaks her out a little, but less and less. She even got the courage to ask me to eat it twice. Which I don't mind either way, but wants, but can't quite forgive herself asking for.

I almost considered just doing it. I bring a bowl each time anyway, but what she wants is to ask me for it. Not that I do it.

As I lick her delicate clitoris with my tongue, I think about the long-term effects, and get so lost in my thoughts that she pushes me before I answer.

"I need you in me", she says, even if, technically, I wouldn't be in her. I would never be in her. Never again. That was discussed and planned. If we have kids, it will be from a milking. If I get unlocked for an orgasm, it will be from a fleshlight. We even have it. We used it before we went so... long.

That way, no one would touch my cock for pleasure ever again. That part was exciting for both of us.

I move and easily slide the dildo in her. We kiss, she tastes her juices on my lips, something which she likes.

She is bisexual after all, and has an ex-girlfriend. We talked about her having sex with other women, but that's about it. Talk. In fact, I gave her the green light to have sex with any women neither of us are related to or work with, except for one. Her ex. She is off limit, and when I said that, Lindsey laughed. "I would prefer putting myself in permanent chastity than to have sex with that horrible woman again".

She is patient with me, as I am thinking. Of course, she knows I am. She awaits my answer, but she also enjoys the thrust of the dildo in her body. I know it won't suffer from premature ejaculation. It will not become limp or soft. I will keep going until we decide to stop, usually after an orgasm from her, sometimes, when she gives up.

But not tonight, for tonight she is feisty. I don't know if it's seeing her students today, including a few naturists, or if it's Ray's situation, but tonight, she is on the verge of an orgasm without me touching her much.

And an orgasm, she gets, before I have the chance to answer, which I do when she is recovered. Meanwhile, I stopped and cuddled her, twisting my hips so the dildo doesn't touch her.

"So you want me to continue?" I ask her

"I want an answer"

"It's coming"

"I already did", she says

"I know!", I say, smiling

"If you have an answer, I think I would like to get ready for bed. We both have a big day tomorrow. But if you can't give me one, I would go for another round to inspire you"

"I might stall just to get that second round"

"I know you well. But if I am tired, we might only get one round tomorrow...", she says, twisting her long black hair.

"Can we sleep naked tonight?" I ask.

"Barry, we've slept nude for about 3 months, except for my periods"

"And I asked every night"

"Wait, you did. Wow. I didn't realize that. Yes, Barry, we can sleep in the nude, but give me a answer. Don't keep me waiting"

"Fine, it's me who likes to be kept waiting"

"Hehe", she says, laughing a little

"No, I wouldn't mind being impotent in 20 years, if these 20 years are like the last one. But if we turn up like Ray's last year. I wouldn't last a week in chastity"

"I agree. Let's make a pact, if we don't fool around for 3 straight days, I unlock you and we return to vanilla days"

"Make it a week", I say. "The flu can last longer, and sometimes PMS and periods cut you off"

"Rarely consecutively"

"Right. But a week should be fine"

"And otherwise, we never remove this thing, even if it might mean hurting your dick in the long run?", she says

"I am fine with that. It's not like we never had sex"

"No, but it's been a while. You will forget how it feels one day", she says

"I am pretty much there already, to be honest"

"Wow, ok, let's brush our teeth, and I need to brush my hair"

"Can I?"

"Yeah, you can play a few levels of Penny & Flo on my Kindle Fire. But you know you can install it on your cell phone, right?"

"I don't want to install it, I want to help you do levels", I say. It's like a daily routine. I could install it, but it's more fun to help her progress.