I originally bought hubby a chastity cage so that he wouldn’..

I originally bought hubby a chastity cage so that he wouldn’t have to go without a constant reminder of my loving presence whenever he’s away from me for any extended period of time, such as when he travels for work. The decision was mostly for his own good, obviously, but his willingness to wear it also demonstrates the level of commitment to our relationship that wives such as myself crave from our husbands. I’m happy to report that in the short time that we’ve experimented with my husband’s device, I can honestly say that it’s brought the two of us even closer together than we already were (except for maybe where fat Chrissy is concerned). But in the process, I’m also learning that the benefits are so much broader than just intimacy building When we first got the cage, I had my husband wear it for several days. Not because I had any designs on having him wear it other than when he traveled, but because I simply wanted to ensure that it was comfortable and safe for him wear over an extended period of time. However (and to my astonishment), after a mere 24 hours in chastity, I began to notice several dramatically positive shifts in my husband’s general demeanor, some of which included: 1. A greater level of consideration for my feelings and comfort (including two amazing foot massages!); 2. Quicker and more engaged responsiveness to my texts; and 3. An openness to certain aspects of our relationship that he’d heretofore been apprehensive to embrace, such as his being publicly outing as my supportive cuckold. All of these behavioral shifts have been absolutely wonderful, but the area of our marriage in which it’s had the greatest positive impact has been in our bedroom. Not only is my husband now willing to devote a greater investment of his time in my pleasure, but he’s also spontaneously expanded his repertoire to include some new activities that have left his wife (on two separate occasions!!!) a smiling mess of a puddle of post orgasmic bliss. Where it’s had the most surprisingly amazing impact is his seemingly newfound interest in my cute little anus😊. Full disclosure - I adore having it eaten. Perhaps eaten is somewhat imprecise. I adore having it made out with, sloppily and from behind. I love putting my ass up and having it tenderly kissed, the edges languidly traced with the tip of a soft wet tongue, before finally having it full open mouthed-kissed, with the attendant breach that comes with every kiss of the French variety. To put it simply, I love having my asshole worshipped. But this is something that my semi-puritanical evangelical husband has always demonstrated reluctance toward doing for me. And in the past, any oral attention given to my rosebud has required a direct order from me, usually involving f0rcing my husband to lie on his back while I lower my ass to his handsome face. Until two weeks ago. Fresh off his pantygate confession and still in chastity, I laid on my back and spread my legs to allow him to win back some points. Expecting nothing from him other than the routine dance of his lips and tongue across my clit, I was surprised by his request to elevate my bottom with the strategic placement of one of our pillows, to which I willingly obliged. Imagine my astonishment as my sweet, caged husband began our lovemaking by tenderly showered my pussy with a series of gentle butterfly kisses beginning with my clit and slowly traversing the full length of my sex, before finally crossing my southern vaginal border into assville. My heart leapt as my husband continued his gentle licks and kisses into this new frontier, before finally pressing his tongue firmly into the tight folds of my ring and tracing the entire perimeter until once again finding himself at the starting point. Then my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt him lock his sexy mouth onto its every contour and plunge his tongue as deeply into me as I think his penis could ever reach. In combination with the repetitive grazing contact from the tip of his nose on my clit, he had me climaxing hard in a matter of minutes. So unusual was this orgasm that I was literally incapable of even speaking for several moments. We cuddled silently for several minutes afterwards, basking in the powerfully erotic moment. It was shortly after stepping into the shower almost a half an hour later that I came to the stunning realization that I owed it all to his chastity device. Or as I now refer to it, the mother of all marital aids. Tips appreciated if you enjoy my stories and videos. 🙏😘