From Darkness into Light–1

A story of love and lust, of cheating and deceit, and lots and lots of hot sex in four parts.

CHAPTER 1

Even as a kid I loved tinkering with anything mechanical or electrical. I was using a hammer, saw, and screwdriver when I was three, built my first computer when I was ten and created my first network at twelve. Now at 32 I’m a computer networking guru; I fly all around the world troubleshooting and in some cases reconstructing entire networks from the ground up. If you need three or four or more networks for your company on three or four continents, I’ll probably be the one you hire. I’m a senior vice president for Petersen Electronics, Inc. and my salary reflects the abilities and responsibilities I have. There are more than twenty Fortune 500 companies who insist on my services, willingly paying a premium for me. I’m frequently gone from home for weeks at a time, running up hundreds of thousands of air travel miles every year. My boss, Tom Petersen, inherited the business from his father. He’s probably the world’s biggest asshole. He knows nothing about business, but fortunately those of us who work for him do. He’s an absolutely miserable creep with almost no people skills, but he mostly leaves me alone and he pays me extremely well so I tolerate him, but I miss his dad who was a fantastic businessman and an even better person.

While I’m very assertive at work, at home I’m just the opposite–extremely easy going and laid back. I need to relax after the frenetic pace at work where I’ve never taken a full hour’s lunch in more than ten years. I prefer to bend rather than argue or fight with my gorgeous wife, Amanda. That’s why I wound up in this damned chastity device. It just wasn’t worth the hassle.

“I don’t like you being away for so long, honey. There are so many temptations out there. I’m afraid you’ll stray. I’ll feel so much better if I know you will always be faithful, and with this I’ll be sure.” I tried to keep calm and make my statements logical and sane, but nothing I said made any impression on her even though I had never even been remotely interested in any other woman. I wound up in a Birdlocked silicone cock cage. The “agreement” was that I would wear it when away from her, even at work in my office, but remove it when I was home with her. She still gave me plenty of incredible sex, sometimes even better and kinkier than we’d had before. I decided it was OK, well—not actually OK, but tolerable. I had learned at an early age to pick my battles. I loved my wife and that was the most important thing.

“Honey, c’mon upstairs,” my 29 year-old wife, Amanda, called to me. I walked into the bedroom to find her in a really sexy teddy—wine red with open bra cups, revealing her sumptuous tits with their large brown areolas and nipples. “Time to get naked, Jack; I want to play.” I stripped off my clothes in about ten seconds, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She unlocked the cage and pulled it off me. “C’mon Honey, lie down on the bed. I want to tie you up.” I looked daggers at her. We’d never done anything like that. I always enjoyed the freedom of movement that encouraged spontaneity between us. Once again she ignored me, tying my wrists to the bed posts. Minutes later I was spread-eagled on the bed. She was grinning with delight; I was pissed, but I didn’t show it.

Amanda climbed over me, rubbing her big tits over my face. I tied to suckle, but every time I did she pulled back laughing. I was finding the whole experience frustrating. It was going to get worse. Amanda sat on my chest and unsnapped the bottom of the teddy, exposing her cleanly shaved pussy. When the hell did she do that? And why? I had never shown any interest in her shaving. She moved forward, covering my mouth with her sex. I inhaled deeply and extended my tongue, just tickling and teasing with the tip. She reached behind her to find my balls and cock. She squeezed my balls threateningly, “Don’t tease me, Jack. I need your tongue in me. You’re not in a position to argue, are you?” I had to admit she had me by the balls—literally as well as figuratively. I dove in eagerly; she gripped my cock and stroked me slowly, not wanting the scenario to end too abruptly. I tongue fucked her as fast and hard as I could, curving my tongue up at the end to reach her G-spot. I knew I was successful when she began squirming on my face.

She suddenly slid down my body onto my cock and began to rock, the ecstasy etched onto her face. My cock isn’t unusually long at seven and a half inches, but it is nice and thick, kind of like a bologna or liverwurst one might see in a deli. I was quite the cocksman before getting married. Once women found out about my cock, even from their friends, they often decided they had to have it. I’ve even had women fight over it, so maybe Amanda was right to have it locked up.

I drove my cock into her with ferocious energy, stretching her poor vagina brutally and pounding her cervix with every thrust. I knew it hurt, but Amanda loved it. I tried to reach up into the teddy to pull and pinch her hard nipples; that’s when I remembered how I was tied down to the bed. She lowered her face to mine as she attacked my mouth with hers. Her tongue was all over mine as she sucked it into her mouth. I loved Amanda when she was like this—totally out of control. We went at it like animals for more than ten minutes when I began to feel it—that sensation deep within my core that moved quickly to my balls and up my cock. I blew a huge load of cum into her cunt just as she shook in one violent convulsion. She fell onto my chest as I longed to hold and caress her; I hated being tied up and denied this way.

Amanda, never Mandy, stayed on my chest for quite a while before rising to clean my cock. This was a ritual she always practiced when she was going to lock it up again. I didn’t understand, but I soon would. “You know, Jack, I realized a few weeks ago that you could break this little lock pretty easily.”

She was holding the small padlock that came with the Birdlocked. “Well, I suppose I could, but I never tried so what’s the point?”

“I asked you to wear this so I could be sure you’d be faithful and now I find that you could get out any time you wanted, like if we had an argument or a fight.”

“Amanda,” I said calmly, “when’s the last time we had either?”

“I can’t remember, but we could and you could…I don’t like that. That’s the reason I got this.” She showed me a cock cage made of stainless steel. Inside I was seething; on the outside I was like that old song, “I ain’t no fool, I kept my cool” while she fitted the device to my body. Now I understood her need to tie me up. It would never happen if I weren’t. She beamed when she showed me the security screws and the insert that would prevent me from pulling out. She untied me once she was done. It was time for bed so she went to sleep as I glared at her for quite a while. Finally, I decided I would play my ace in the hole.

CHAPTER 2

I grew up in this area and I still have plenty of friends here…on both sides of the law. One of my closest was Mike Andrews. We always sat next to each other in elementary school…Anderson (me) and Andrews (him). How could we be anything but friends? He was running the machine shop his dad had started when we were both kids in the same neighborhood. I stopped in to see him before work.

“Hey…it’s the big executive,” he shouted in greeting.

“Hey, it’s the millionaire business owner,” I replied. We hugged as he asked why I was gracing him with my presence.

‘I need to see you about something…in your office.” He looked at me, recognized I was serious and turned to begin the short stroll to his tiny office. I closed and locked the door. “Now, don’t laugh or I’ll have to kick your ass like I used to in junior high.”

Mike chuckled, “I thought I was the one who did the ass kicking.”

“You were, but I needed you to understand the bind I’m in.” I dropped my pants and showed him the cock cage. He was dumbfounded. “Amanda’s idea, obviously; I hate the fucking thing. Just tell me you can get it off.” He knelt in front of me and took a tissue from his desk so he wouldn’t have to touch my ball sac.
“What do you want to do—cut it off or unscrew it? I could probably do either one. Personally I think the key is a better idea. You won’t have to worry about being cut or bruised.” He looked again. “Let me take some measurements and I’ll have it for you by noon.”

“I owe you, buddy. What do you say to lunch Friday…you pick the restaurant.” I never took lunch but this was a special occasion. He agreed, even though I knew he would have done it for nothing. He pulled a pair of calipers from his pocket and measured the distance between the tiny holes in the screws. Then he tried a few thin rods to determine the diameter he’d need for the key’s inserts. Finally, he made a tracing with a pencil and sheet of paper.

He gave me the “Okay” sign when he was done. “Piece of cake, but do me a favor and pull your pants up before someone sees us.” He patted me on the back as we both broke out laughing. I left and continued on my way to work. For some reason my asshole boss greeted me with a smirk as if he knew what was going on.

I met Mike for lunch and he pulled the shiny key from his pocket. I excused myself to the men’s room and tried it out in a stall—perfect. I returned to Mike and thanked him profusely. I was barely willing to wear the original cage, but not this one which was forced on me. She put it onto me every day when I left for work. As soon as I reached the office I’d go to the men’s room and remove it and hide it in my briefcase only to put it back on when I left for home where Amanda would remove it again. I never wore it for more than an hour a day, and usually for much less.

About a month later I was off to Rome. I wore the cage as I boarded our company jet, but removed it as soon as I was aboard. The client was thrilled to see that I had been sent to address his problems. I anticipated taking two weeks on the project, but was able to get it done in less. I flew home two days early, planning to surprise my wife. Instead, I got the surprise of my life.

As I drove up the street I saw a car in my driveway. I recognized it immediately. It belonged to my obnoxious asshole boss. He might have had a reason if I was expected home, but I wasn’t. I pulled up behind a van about a block away and waited, my BMW Z4 well hidden behind it. In about a half hour I saw him exit the house with Amanda. She looked up and down the street and, seeing no one, she kissed him passionately as he zipped up his pants. I was in shock—my wife who claimed to be so concerned about me cheating on her was cheating on me instead, and with my boss. I was fuming, but as I said earlier—“I ain’t no fool, I kept my cool.” I ducked down as Tom drove past my car. I waited until Amanda was back in the house before pulling out and driving down the street past the house toward a big electronics supplier I had used often in the past.

I phoned her from there and told her I was back early and calling from the airport. I’d be home in about an hour. Meanwhile, I bought the surveillance equipment I needed, storing it temporarily in my trunk. I drove home to my loving wife.

Amanda greeted me as always. She couldn’t wait to get my cock cage off so we could fuck. Unlike her I had actually abstained for the past two weeks so I was ready and eager, even with a lying whore like her. She led me upstairs to the bedroom, stripped me, and knelt to take me into her mouth. She sucked my hard thick cock, licking around the head and down the shaft. Under other circumstances I would have pulled her up to the bed for a 69, but I wasn’t about to lick where Tom Petersen had no doubt put his cock earlier this afternoon.

Instead, I stood there while she blew me until I came in her mouth and all over her face. I knew she hated that, but I told her I was just so horny for her I couldn’t help myself. She looked funny with cum all over mouth, cheeks, and hair. She rushed up to the bath room to wash as I smirked behind her back. I unpacked my suitcase and went to the car for my special equipment, taking it to my basement workshop where I knew she would never find it. For one thing I always kept it locked having told her on many occasions that there was both expensive and also dangerous equipment there that could injure or even kill her from the high voltage. It was all bullshit, but I just didn’t want her playing with my things.

I found a place for the DVD recorder and radio receiver/transmitter. I connected them and plugged them into the wall outlet. I tried out the tiny cameras, checked the video screen, and read the DVD. It all worked perfectly. Now all I had to do was find places for the fiber optic cameras. I had my chance when Amanda suggested she pick up some Chinese for dinner. I knew she’d be gone for at least forty minutes.

There was a painting just above the headboard of the bed. Initially, I thought that would be ideal, but it was too close. All I was able to see was the foot of the bed. I moved to my armoire against the opposite wall. The doors were walnut frames with rattan so there were plenty of holes for the camera. My only problem would be if she discovered it when she opened the door to put my laundry away. Then I realized that she would never find anything on the top. It was six feet high and she was five feet eight. I placed the camera up there, bending the thin fiber optic lens toward the bed. It was hidden almost perfectly by some molding. I cut a tiny notch there with my pen knife to hold the lens steady before taping it in place.

My next stop was the living room.