But in all the years I had known him, I had never seen his cock. I was surprised at the big lumps his soft cock and huge balls made in his underwear.I...didn’t mind that he was dressed that way, but it was a little unsettling to me that I was somehow attracted to looking at him. I had never been the least bit interested in other men and didn’t even intentionally look at them in the showers back in high school and college.My wife and I had an active sex life up until the past year, when she. I dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real, but knew I could never get up the nerve to do it. I looked longingly at the photos in Escort magazine of Aunty Jayne's amateur photo seminars, with a few lucky balding blokes grouped round with their cameras watching Miss Donna Ambrose pose topless. I knew I could never do that, because just looking at Her photos in Escort or Peaches magazines made me cum in my pants, so there was no way I could hold it seeing Her pose for real, and everyone was bound. She kept her back to me as I tried to explain how it felt right now. I was talking to her but it was like she wasn't actually listening to me. I said when you make me wear a chastity cage it's a constant reminder of your power over me. I mean you can fuck anytime you wish and I must beg to get to have sex with you. She just smiled. I added that wearing a chastity cage means you will be fucking and I'll have to watch. She said I thought you liked having a hot wife, in fact me taking lovers was. I reached out and stroked her cheek affectionately. "It's all right, dear," I told her. "Go ahead and ask me." Well ... why did you kiss me like that?"I withdrew my hand and sighed. I had wondered whether she would even remember it, or if she did, if she would want to talk about it."You're right," I said. "I shouldn't have done it." That's not what I meant," she hurriedly insisted. "It's all right. You can kiss me like that if you want." Really?" I asked, surprised."Really," she confirmed. "I.