How my Chastity started
About 2 1/2 years ago the wife had told me that one of her coworkers had caught her husband screwing around and what she had done about it. The guy ended up being locked up in a chastity device.
I didn't think much of it, she had told me stories about her coworkers before.
Since are work schedules were never the same I usually looked at porn after the wife left for work. I would usually satisfy myself 4-5 times a day. This was causing me to be unable to perform when the wife was in the mood.
"What is wrong with you", she would ask. I would simply reply too many beers I guess. The fact was, I was empty.
This had been going on for quite a while, the wife questioned me quite a few times.
Finally she ask, "are you fucking around?". The answer was no, but I was too shy to tell her what I had been doing every day I was home alone.
During this time we heard a younger neighbor a few houses down had divorced. She was about 35 and was pretty good looking. This lady would come over every now and then and talk to the wife an I.
On my days off when not looking at porn, I was usually in the garage with all the doors open. My garage is a man cave.
One day the wife was at work and I was out in the garage the young neighbor comes walking over to chat. She talked about nothing really just the typical BS. The thing was she was in a tight spandex body suit with a rather large tee shirt.
She continued coming over to chat what seemed like ever time my wife was working. Then one day she comes walking up the driveway wearing a red bikini.
I screwed up and mentioned this to the wife. "Uh huh, how convenient", "Why do you think she would be wearing that and talking to you when I'm not home?" she said.
On my day off I'm out in the garage again and I look up its the neighbor lady walking up the driveway wearing spandex shorts and a large tee shirt and no bra.
Another time it was about 5 PM, I knew the wife would be home soon and sure enough the wife was driving up the drive way. The neighbor and I are standing in my garage. The wife comes walking in and the neighbor starts talking with the wife and they say bye and she walks home. The wife asks "how long has she been over here?". Seems this lady loved to come over and chat about nothing a lot.
Then one day I'm in the garage having one too many and the neighbor lady comes walking up the drive way with a bag containing a 6 pack of beer. She is wearing her typical attire, red spandex shorts and a large tee shirt, no bra.
So she is chatting away and were having a few more beers, its early afternoon the wife would not be home for at least 5 more hours. Then too my surprise the wife is driving up the driveway. They exchange conversation and the neighbor lady says she needs to go.
The wife is mad, "That's it!". "Why is she over here all the time?". "That's the last straw".
I was at a loss for words. "That bitch isn't wearing a bra, I hope you got a good look".
About 3 weeks later, I come home from work the wife is sitting at the table. She has what looks like a opened UPS box. She hands it to me and says, "Go put this on".
I didn't think much of it, she had told me stories about her coworkers before.
Since are work schedules were never the same I usually looked at porn after the wife left for work. I would usually satisfy myself 4-5 times a day. This was causing me to be unable to perform when the wife was in the mood.
"What is wrong with you", she would ask. I would simply reply too many beers I guess. The fact was, I was empty.
This had been going on for quite a while, the wife questioned me quite a few times.
Finally she ask, "are you fucking around?". The answer was no, but I was too shy to tell her what I had been doing every day I was home alone.
During this time we heard a younger neighbor a few houses down had divorced. She was about 35 and was pretty good looking. This lady would come over every now and then and talk to the wife an I.
On my days off when not looking at porn, I was usually in the garage with all the doors open. My garage is a man cave.
One day the wife was at work and I was out in the garage the young neighbor comes walking over to chat. She talked about nothing really just the typical BS. The thing was she was in a tight spandex body suit with a rather large tee shirt.
She continued coming over to chat what seemed like ever time my wife was working. Then one day she comes walking up the driveway wearing a red bikini.
I screwed up and mentioned this to the wife. "Uh huh, how convenient", "Why do you think she would be wearing that and talking to you when I'm not home?" she said.
On my day off I'm out in the garage again and I look up its the neighbor lady walking up the driveway wearing spandex shorts and a large tee shirt and no bra.
Another time it was about 5 PM, I knew the wife would be home soon and sure enough the wife was driving up the drive way. The neighbor and I are standing in my garage. The wife comes walking in and the neighbor starts talking with the wife and they say bye and she walks home. The wife asks "how long has she been over here?". Seems this lady loved to come over and chat about nothing a lot.
Then one day I'm in the garage having one too many and the neighbor lady comes walking up the drive way with a bag containing a 6 pack of beer. She is wearing her typical attire, red spandex shorts and a large tee shirt, no bra.
So she is chatting away and were having a few more beers, its early afternoon the wife would not be home for at least 5 more hours. Then too my surprise the wife is driving up the driveway. They exchange conversation and the neighbor lady says she needs to go.
The wife is mad, "That's it!". "Why is she over here all the time?". "That's the last straw".
I was at a loss for words. "That bitch isn't wearing a bra, I hope you got a good look".
About 3 weeks later, I come home from work the wife is sitting at the table. She has what looks like a opened UPS box. She hands it to me and says, "Go put this on".
11 years ago
