It was up to him. Three months or six, heads or tails, call it in the air. Three months. September, October, November, he could make it to his birthda.... Or, the other way, he could make it through December, like that song by Merle Haggard. He could see another Christmas. And that would be a hell of a Christmas, with everyone tiptoeing around not wanting to say anything that might remind him of his condition. But the condition would be so pervasive by then it would be screaming to be noticed.. 4. I shouldn’t masturbate forever.5. I have to wear a chastity cage.My wife agreed to all of this within a second, astonished me. When we returned home, she jumped on her computer and ordered a chastity cage. The cage came a day later. It was a metal 0.5-inch cock cage. My wife stuffed my 3-inch cock into the cage, locked it, and took the key.For the next week,, I lived with cock cage and even went to work with it. Over time it became a part of me. Then came the day of the cuckold date. Our. “I’ll be fine” I replied as I scanned the room trying to establish in which direction I should not look to avoid another uncomfortable situation. It may sound obvious but I couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. Perhaps I was mistaken, maybe she was just being friendly and attentive, perhaps my wife had built me up too much, or maybe there was something there. I quizzed my wife when the time was right trying to find out a little more about Angela, all the while feeling a little guilty.. She was amazed that he had enjoyed it this much and that he seemed elated to be taking the same trails, the same hills, the same trip as before. She just hoped that she could make it to the top.When she looked up to see where Stephan was, he was nowhere in sight. She felt the beginnings of panic pulling at the edges of her mind. "STEPHAN! Where are you?!" she called."Right here, love," he said gently from a cliff that was to her right. She hadn't noticed it before because she had been.