Passing the Test

Melissa is wary of making her husband's cuckold fantasy come true, which is why she made him wear a chastity cage for a month to prove he wanted it. Now that month has come to an end, but that's not the only test he needs to pass to prove that he truly wants her to cuckold him. She has another and he won't have long to decide if he's willing to try and pass it.

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Melissa sat across Angelo's thighs and smiled as her fingers moved up and down his rigid cock.

"You're so hard," she said.

"I don't think I've ever been this hard."

Her smile brightened. "I guess a month in a chastity cage leads to one hell of an erection."

Angelo glanced at the pieces of the cage that rested on the nightstand. He'd spent a month imprisoned in the device, so much so that he'd come to think of it as a part of him. He'd dealt with waking up in pain, with a kiss from his wife resulting in an ache between his legs, with sexual arousal being tied inextricably to discomfort. That was over now, though. He'd passed her test. He'd spent a month in chastity without any hope of release. More importantly, he'd gone a month without besieging her with complaints or begging for his release.

"I made a profile on Tinder," she said.

Angelo felt a blissful surge of arousal and he had to work to keep his hands at his sides, for Melissa had been clear that she would direct the action that night, that his role was to lie there and enjoy himself.

"Does that excite you?" she asked. "That I'm one step closer to cuckolding you?"

He nodded. "Yes. Fuck, yes, I would love it if you cuckolded me. If you actually fucked someone else."

Angelo's month in chastity had been the result of his request that Melissa cuckold him. He'd made his request after she'd asked if he had any fantasies. He shared that he often fantasized about her having sex with other men while he watched. They'd talked about it for quite some time over the span of a few weeks and then Melissa had come home from work with a newly-purchased chastity cage in her purse. She'd explained that she was willing to consider cuckolding him but that he'd have to pass a test to prove that he really wanted it, that it wasn't just some silly fantasy that he wanted to jerk off to.

"And would you really want to watch?" she asked.

Angelo nodded. "More than anything."

"I've done some reading about your fantasy, and it seems that a pretty high percentage of men that want to be cuckolded have a lot of difficulty watching. It turns out that they really did just want to fantasize about it, that once they're on their knees and watching their wives or girlfriends get fucked by another man they kind of freak out. More often than not it seems that these men struggle with the idea of not being in control, that it seems to come as a real shock to them that it's not just a fantasy, that their wife might want something different more than just being a pornstar for her husband."

Angelo shook his head. "I want you to have great sex. That's what turns me on the most. I just want to watch as you have great sex and a great orgasm - or two - with another man's cock inside you."

Melissa smiled, moaned, and slowly rolled her head towards the ceiling. She reached between her legs, slipped a hand into the delicate black lace panties she'd paired with a matching bra, and played with her pussy as Angelo watched while firmly grasping the sheets to keep his hands from roaming over her body.

"I want you, Melissa," he said.

"Do you want me, or do you want me to have someone else?"

"Both."

Melissa leaned forward like she was going to kiss him, but instead she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. She sat up and arched her back in a manner that seemed designed to stoke Angelo's arousal.

She spent quite some time on her phone and her fingers danced wildly over the screen, making Angelo think she was messaging with someone. Then, finally, she set her phone on the bed, smiled, and said, "I went on a date last week."

Time seemed to slow as Angelo processed what felt like a bombshell. A dozen questions popped into his head. Who was the date with? What was the date? How did she dress for it? What does the guy look like? Did they do anything physical? Was there a kiss? Did they hold hands? Did they fool around? Did they have sex? Had she already cuckolded him?

"What...who...fuck...you went on a date?" Angelo asked.

Melissa smiled and nodded. "I met him on Tinder. We chatted for a few days. We talked on the phone. There was real chemistry so when he asked if he could take me to dinner, I said yes."

"You went to dinner with him?"

Angelo's brain seemed a few seconds behind, like he couldn't quite process that his wife had already embarked on a version of his cuckold fantasy without telling him.

Melissa grabbed her phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then showed it to Angelo. It was a picture of his wife with another guy. They were sitting next to each other at a restaurant. She had on a green satin dress that he recognized as one of his absolute favorites. In fact, as far as he could remember, every time Melissa had worn that dress, she and Angelo had fucked after their night out.

"That dress..." he said softly.

"He liked it too. He especially liked how good it felt to touch me in that dress, just like you do."

"What...what part of you did he touch?" Angelo asked.

Melissa grasped his cock at the base and slowly moved her fingers towards the tip as she held his gaze. Angelo groaned in pleasure as she reached the head and stimulated the many nerve endings that had never been so alive and eager for pleasure.

"My lower back," she said. "My waist."

Melissa smiled and leaned forward. The tip of Angelo's cock pressed against her stomach as she kissed his neck softly.

"My ass," she whispered.

"What?"

She moaned and her lips brushed against his neck in the most erotic manner he'd ever experienced. "He touched my ass when we were kissing, though I suppose it would be more accurate to say that he grabbed it, that he grabbed two handfuls of my ass and squeezed it in a manner that made me moan."

"You kissed him?"

"I did. It was a great kiss, too."

Angelo's hands moved to his wife's legs and his fingers headed for her ass. She stopped him, though, grabbing his wrists and swiftly pinning them to the bed.

There was a harsh edge to Melissa's voice as she instructed, "No touching unless I give you permission."

"Sorry."

She released his wrists and sat up. She leaned back and ran a hand over her chest, lightly teasing her breasts in their black lace bra and moaning as she did so. Her hips moved back and forth like she was riding a cock and Angelo immediately thought of her sitting on her date's cock, of Melissa pleasuring another man as she pursued her orgasm.

"Did you do more than kiss him?" he asked.

Melissa leaned forward until her face hovered over his and shook her head. "I've been thinking about it, though. We arranged a second date for this weekend. I'm honestly not sure if I'd fuck him - assuming I go on the date - but it's a distinct possibility."

"You should go on the date," Angelo said.

She laughed. "I'd like to go on the date. He's charming and handsome and an excellent kisser. Plus, judging by what I felt pressing into me as we kissed, he's got a nice cock."

Angelo groaned and his hips lifted from the bed without any thought. His cock found no stimulation, though, and his hips dropped as he fought off his near-overwhelming desire to fuck his wife.

"And if I went on the date, would you want me to fuck him, Angelo?" she asked.

"Yes."

"What if he fucks me better than you do?"

"That's what I want."

She sat up and studied his face. "Are you sure, Angelo? That seems like a dangerous game, doesn't it?"

He rolled his head from side to side. He'd considered the dangers of his fantasy and they were partly why he'd never confessed it before. Melissa had asked, though, and Angelo figured there was little harm in telling her.

"It is dangerous. I know that. I'm basically asking my wife to...to have a relationship with someone else. To have great sex with someone else. To find someone that makes her feel things that I can't. I guess I'm also asking you to try and remember that a big part of those good feelings would be the newness of it and that I'm offering you a chance to feel that newness over and over again while having a loving, supportive, reliable cuckold husband at home."

Melissa grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. She leaned forward until her face was just a few inches above his and then kissed him softly.

"I believe that's what you think you want," she said softly, the warmth of her breath gently tickling his skin. "The question, though, is whether you could actually handle it, because I think we both know it won't be a pure, perfect fantasy, will it? You'll be out of your mind being at home, alone, while I'm in another man's bed, while his cock is deep in my pussy, while I'm clawing at his back and moaning his name and begging for him to fuck me harder so I can cum all over his gorgeous dick."

"Fuck...Melissa...I want you so badly. Please, let me fuck you."

Angelo didn't want to beg and he hoped he didn't sound pathetic, but he couldn't help himself. He was too turned on to think straight.

"If I let you fuck me, you need to do something for me, Angelo."

"Anything. I'll do anything."

She smiled. "You haven't heard what I want to do yet."

"I'll do anything."

Melissa sat up, pulled her panties aside, and inched her hips forward until she'd pressed Angelo's erection against his stomach and was running her pussy over the underside of it. She moved slowly, teasing his shaft with her heat and wetness and spending just a few moments bathing his cock head in bliss before she moved her hips back.

"Melissa...please..."

"I want to cuckold you, Angelo. I do. I wasn't sure until I went on that date, until another man took me in his arms and kissed me. Until that man's hands moved down my back and grabbed my ass through that exquisite dress that you love so much. I moaned into his mouth as he did that. My pussy got wet for him. I knew in that moment that I wanted to cuckold you, that I wanted to fuck him, that I wanted to spend the night in his bed so he could have me as many times as he wanted me."

Angelo's body writhed beneath his wife as he yearned so desperately to be inside her. He'd never experienced a level of arousal that felt like madness, but then again he'd never been denied the pleasure of an orgasm for a month.

"I don't want to fuck up our marriage, though, so you need to do something more to prove to me that you're truly desperate to be cuckolded," she said.

"Anything. I'll do anything."

Melissa guided his cock into her pussy and sat down on him. She rested her hands on Angelo's chest and he clenched his fists and fought off the urge to grab her hips and thrust his dick up inside her over and over again.

"I'm going to ride you. I'm going to make you cum inside me. My guess is that it's going to be exceptionally quick and then every bit of desire is going to have drained out of you after you have the most powerful orgasm of your life," she said.

"Yes, I want that. I fucking want that."

She lifted her hips and slowly sank down on his cock once more, eliciting a long moan as Angelo experienced a pleasure unlike any other. Some part of him appreciated the thrill that came with a month of denial, but that part was lost under the intense need to cum.

"Once all that desire has been drained out of you, that's when I want you to do something for me, Angelo."

"Anything."

She leaned forward and kissed his neck. As she did, her fingers danced over his lips and then, all of a sudden, two of them were in his mouth. Melissa sat up and studied his face. Angelo wasn't entirely sure what she wanted, so he closed his lips around her fingers and started to suck. To his surprise, it felt oddly arousing to do so.

She sat fully on his cock and began to rock her hips back and forth, bathing him in pleasure and eliciting all manner of moans from Angelo.

"After I fuck you, Angelo, after I drain your balls into my pussy, I'm going to sit on your face. I'm going to feed you your cum. I'm going to make you clean your mess out of my pussy. I'm going to do so because it's the last thing any man would want to do after he's cum inside his wife. If you can clean your mess without complaint or making me feel bad for feeding it to you, then I'll go on my date this weekend and there's a good chance that your cuckolding will happen at some point in the near future."

She was right that Angelo didn't want to eat his cum out of her. Even in his heightened state of arousal it sounded disgusting, so much so that it dampened some of the desire coursing through his body.

Melissa pulled her fingers from his mouth and asked, "Will you let me feed you after you've cum inside me, Angelo? Will you prove your desire for your cuckolding by submitting to an act that most men would find horrifying?"

"Yes," he answered. "You're right that I don't want that. It's disgusting to even think about and I'm pretty sure it's going to be awful, but I want you to cuckold me, Melissa. I want it so badly, and not just because I haven't cum in a month."

"It's going to be a huge load, Angelo. Are you prepared for that?"

"Yes."

She seemed genuinely delighted by his willingness to do as she desired, and Angelo was rewarded with a slow, sensual, hugely pleasurable cock ride as her pussy raised up and dropped down over and over again, bathing him in the most intense sexual sensations of his life.

"Does my pussy feel good, Angelo?" she said softly.

"Better than good. Fuck, so much better than good."

She rode him a little faster, doing so at a pace seemingly designed to keep him right at the edge of an orgasm without pushing him over. It seemed that she'd changed her mind about it being quick, too, as she bounced on his cock for quite some time.

"I'm thinking about him," she said. "About how good it's going to feel to ride his big cock when I let him have me. About how good it's going to feel to kiss him, to feel his hands on my ass, to feel his lips on my neck and chest and tits, to feel his cock throbbing inside me, to hear him moaning about how good my pussy feels, to hear him moaning about how close he is to cumming. I can't wait to make him cum, Angelo, and I can't wait to cum all over his fat cock."

Angelo grunted and his body tensed up. Pleasure flowed through him, originating in his loins and rocketing outwards until his whole body trembled. His hips pushed upwards over and over, the spasms of his muscles beyond his control. He emptied his long-denied balls into his wife and the climax went on longer than any he could remember.

Exhaustion washed over Angelo the moment he finished cumming. He closed his eyes and smiled and for a moment all was perfect in his world.

Melissa's voice interrupted Angelo's post-orgasm revelry. "It's time to drink from my pussy and prove your desire."

He opened his eyes and she lifted her hips. His cock fell from her pussy. She dragged her hips forward, giving Angelo very little time to think. He turned his face instinctually but Melissa grabbed his head and straightened it.

"You have one chance to say no, but if you do, this all ends and we never talk about your fantasy again."

The word formed on his lips, but Angelo choked it down. A moment later his wife's pussy was over his face. He opened his mouth. She sat down. Cum poured onto his tongue.

It was just as awful as Angelo imagined it would be. The taste was terrible. The texture was worse. He nearly vomited.

Ultimately, it was Melissa's pleasure that pulled him from the brink of pushing her off his face, as it seemed to Angelo that she was getting off on it. She moaned loudly. She moved her lips subtly to grind her clit into his lips and tongue. She wasn't just testing him. She was having fun with him. She was taking great delight in feeding him his load, and that was more than enough to help Angelo push through and ensure that he still stood a chance at becoming the cuckold he desperately wanted to be.

"You passed the test," Melissa said after she'd climaxed on his face, leaving a thin sheen of cum and pussy juice in her wake. "I'll go on my date this weekend. I'm not sure if I'll actually fuck him, but unless the date is awful I'm going to do a lot more than kiss him."

Angelo smiled. Even in his post-orgasmic state he was thrilled at the idea of being a cuckold. The chastity had been worth it. The cum eating had been worth it. Anything else Melissa dreamed up might have been worth it, too.

"Oh, put the cage back on," she said. "I thoroughly enjoyed having you locked up this past month so that's becoming a regular thing in our life, especially if I'm going to cuckold you. I want control over your orgasms and the cage gives me that."

He didn't want his cock to be caged, but it was worth it to be a cuckold. Of course it was. So the cage went on. The taste of cum remained on his tongue, and now that he'd eaten his load out of her pussy, any other tests she might dream up seemed like they would pale in comparison.

"Can I give you a foot massage and maybe go down on you again?" he asked.

Melissa looked up from her phone - he presumed she was texting her date - and smiled. "That would be lovely. Maybe I should feed you your cum more often if you're going to be offering up massages and oral sex afterwards."

He laughed. "Maybe you should."

She turned back to her phone as Angelo moved to the foot of the bed and gave the massage he'd offered up.

He'd passed the test. There was a very good chance he was going to be a cuckold. It was a very good day.