Lunch at the Korean Buffet

Dialog is from memory, but close.

I have to explain something about my wife’s personality. She is not a Leader. She is cautious. Before making a decision, she talks it over. She tests the water before diving in. Like when we started turning kinky, she started very cautious with the paddle. “Is that too hard? Does it hurt too much?” But once she know I can take it – she’s Hard Core.

I have known this about her for a long time. About the kinky stuff… I didn’t think that out. I know women talk about sex ten times as much as men, but I didn’t connect those dots. I’m a smart man. But I never asked myself, “If my wife wants more and harder kink; will she ask friends for advice on how to obtain that?”

If you have not read it, Her Big Friday is my blog post about her best friend appearing in our bedroom. You might also glance at the post about the Halloween Party in 2024. They are relevant to this post.

To very briefly recap; A couple months ago, my wife told me she wanted a very hard, very extreme session. I agreed, but much to my surprise my wife brought her best friend along. And a year ago, we went to a Halloween party where I had the strong suspicion she was talking about our kink with party friends, and receiving advice from an older Korean woman. Very specific and experienced advice.

And my wife views sex in a very practical, mechanical, Asian Way. She has told me dozens of times, “if we retire back to Asia, we can get a nice young maid who sucks your dick every day. As long as you don’t get emotional for her, that’s fine. And I want to pick her out, and watch her suck you.” It is a thing to be done, like a massage or shaving your cheek. Romance or intimacy are only weakly linked to such acts.

Which is how this happened.

My wife’s birthday is in October. Our normal routine is for me to submit her in her Dominatrix Role one night a week. For her birthday she requested a full month of paddling and CBT and strapon. Every night for an entire month is not a small request. We agreed on as much as I thought I could take. But we both got busy, something came up at work and I had to travel a bit, and none of her Big Month happened. Life intervened and nothing extra happened.

So I still owe her a birthday present.

So Wife, says to me, “Let’s go to the Korean Buffet for Lunch. I haven’t been in a long time and I love that place.”

“Ok” says I.

I didn’t hurry to get going, because I’m thinking, ‘what does it matter if we arrive at 12:45 instead of 12:30? Who cares?’

But the wife is acting like we have to be there at a specific time, which was a clue I missed.

We drive, park, go in, and when the hostess approaches to seat us, my wife says, “We’re meeting people. Oh, there they are!”

So we go to a table, a big round booth in the corner with a gas grill in the center. And waiting there are My Wife’s Best Friend, who squeezed and pulled my balls with such enthusiasm the last time I saw her, and the Halloween Party Older Korean Lady who buried a rich husband after a very severe Fm marriage. And I’m not saying her husband didn’t enjoy what she was into, or that fucking him with a big strapon while a tight humbler hurt his balls is what killed him. I have no idea about his health, but a pretty good idea of what he experienced with her.

I didn’t say a thing as I sat down, because I didn’t know what to say. There is no protocol for a meeting like this.

Wife’s Best Friend, says, “Let’s order first and then we’ll talk.” Big smile. Joyous mood, but they put their phones face down like they are hiding something.

It’s a buffet, but you order the meat. The food you get for yourself is all rice and pickled vegetables and kim chee. The waitress brought drinks, then a meat platter, which we arranged on the grill, and the conversation begins.

The Older Korean Lady is maybe 50 years old. She is attractive and physically fit, especially for her age. She dresses like money and wears nice jewelry, including a wedding ring that is at least 3 cts in just the main stone. She wears it on her right hand, indicating her widowed status.

She speaks, “We have been discussing the next step in your relationship with (my wife). She tells us you and she have been having a lot of fun where you are now, but she wants to go farther. More than one night a week. You want to make her happy, right?”

“Sure.”

“And you enjoy these games too, correct?”

“Yes, but that’s none of your concern. It’s between us.”

“Of course. Of course. I have no authority over you. I’m just helping your wife understand the next logical step, to help you move with her. I’ve had the kind of relationship your wife wants, so I can offer some words of experience. Just advice, that’s all. Just advice because I know what you need next, and maybe you don’t know. And her favorite sex can’t be just twice a month.”

“So what is it you think I need?”

“You need to learn to enjoy her strapon more, and more often, and there is a way to teach you.”

A huge smile comes over my wife and her best friend. Best Friend speaks. It is disruptive to the conversation, but she can’t wait. Showing me her phone, “We’ll put a cage on your dick, so (wife) has more control over you. We have a couple nice cages all picked out for you. So much fun for both of you!”

My wife, excited, talking over and interrupting her friend, “This is just the thing you need. So good for you! Best thing for you! I will tease you and tease you and you will be horny and excited all the time. But no orgasm until I say so.”

Best Friend says to my wife, “I want to come over some time, when he is all locked up and tied down, like before. I want to punish his balls and paddle him or whip him. That can be a Christmas Present to me. If you are going to paddle him and punish his balls every day, let me come by just once. There doesn’t have to be any sex, just let’s punish him together.”

I have no idea how to respond to this. They want me to look over the chastity cages they have been looking at on their phones. Two are kind of normal, one metal, one carbon over metal, and one is an mild electric torture device that runs electricity from the balls up the dick. Two are padlocked and one has a built in lock.

Best Friend leans over to show me her favorite pick, “See this one? See how the ring around your balls closes like a handcuff? So it will certainly fit nice and tight and impossible to take off!”

Best Friend is full of enthusiasm. “I want to visit you again when you are all locked up! That was so fun last time.”

“You really hurt my balls last time.”

She counters, “Ohhh! “ She laughs. “Not really. Not too hard. And they are not really your balls, are they? You wear them, but they belong to your wife, and she said I could play with them. And you loved all the attention. You loved it! Your dick was like a rock.”

My wife wants me to see the electric one. She leans close so it is almost private, “Look! Imagine that! I will sit on your chest, and have your face to my bottom, and we can run a bit of electricity thru your dick. Just a bit, just a tickle! You will love it.”

The not quite intimacy is broken as Older Korean Woman speaks, “You take the strapon from your wife, but not as often as she wants. She needs to fuck you more. When you are all caged, and teased, and giving her your mouth every day, excited all the time, the only sexual pleasure you will receive is from your wife’s dick. After a few weeks or months locked up, most men learn to love the wife's dildo. And I understand your wife is very kind and uses one that vibrates.

I promise you. After about 10 days, or maybe a month of teasing, your balls will be so full and sore you will be begging for more strapon. I promise, you will beg for deep, hard fucking. My husband did. He would beg me to get a hard grip on his balls, so he couldn’t move away, and fuck him empty. It was everything to him. And I never let him down. I would fuck him until he stopped dripping. Never soft, never mercy when he wanted a hard adventure.” She smiles.

I say to the Older Woman and Best Friend, “This has nothing to do with you two.”

My wife says, “It’s just advice. Just advice. Can’t adults have a conversation about sex? And you already gave your mouth to (Best Friiend), and she gave you a milking? So don’t be shy. And (Older woman) knows. Tell him the best part!”

Older Friend; “After a few weeks, or maybe a few months, when the only sexual pleasure you get is from that big vibrating dick, you will orgasm from being fucked. When you start to have prostate orgasms, you will love it so much! And love your wife more!

For my husband, do you want to know what I did for him? I would tie him down so tight that he could not move a muscle. Then put a blindfold on him, and earphones on his ears and a gag in his mouth. Do you know why? I wanted to shut out all his senses. No hearing or taste or sight. So the only things he experienced was the feeling of my grip on his balls and the dildo sliding in and out of him. Nothing else in his World when I fucked him. Like that, he is nothing but the feeling of being fucked and the ache in his balls.”

My wife, speaking with great joy and enthusiasm, “Let’s just try it for two weeks. No, three weeks to start. This is so fun! And I know it’s just what you need. So good for you.

And we will play more. Let’s get some more bondage things for the spare bedroom, and I will whip you more, and paddle you and hurt your balls more. So your brain will be very submiss, and the pain part of the strapon you hardly notice. Get a big cross, and a sturdy bench for the extra room and put a lock on the door, and we can really play hard!”

I sit there, not sure how to process this. Not sure what to say.

Her tone changes. She says sweetly, “Love, I want to. It will be fun. I will tease you so much you will love it. Make me happy. Let me cage you! I will get new lingerie, and outfits and you will love it so much! And just for a few weeks to start… Or a month.”

Older Lady adds, “Let your wife decide. She will decide if you get time out of the cage, or an orgasm. She will decide how much strapon. She will decide if you eat your dripping.. She will decide how much to paddle. No fucking, no hand jobs, no blowjob, just strapon. Best thing in the World for you! Let go of trying to control everything.”

To my wife, “So you really want to order a cage for my dick?”

“Oh, Love! We already ordered three cages. They will arrive next Tuesday.”