Spying In Public: The Voyeur Cuckold Part 2: The Voyeur Cuckold, #2

By CJ Delamontagne

Caitlyn has embraced her new lifestyle, taking a lover and making her husband Colin a submissive cuckold. As Colin adjusts to their new life, Caitlyn sets out to find another man to conquer, and meets Kurt, a stunningly handsome surfer. Their day at the beach becomes a stormy torrent of exhibitionism, as Caitlyn explores her limits, with more than one man, on a public beach, with an audience. Colin begins to question his own sexuality, as he feels drawn to his wifes lovers as well, and begins to find pleasure in submission and humiliation.
The Voyeur Cuckold is the chronicle of Caitlyn and Colin, a married couple who test their limits in search of pleasure, and their own inner voyages of discovery.
In Part One, Caitlyn met a new lover, and Colin, in jealous desperation, began spying on her.
In Part Two, the couple begin to embrace their cuckold and hot wife lifestyle, and Caitlyn explores the pleasures to be had with daring exhibitionism, public sex, and more than one man at once.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Delamontagne
• Release date: Mar 27, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224277353

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SPYING IN PUBLIC - THE VOYEUR CUCKOLD PART 2

CJ Delamontagne

Copyright © 2024 CJ Delamontagne

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For my muse.

CHAPTER ONE

I DIDN’T PLAN to become a cuckold. I know most cuckolds do, but for me this new aspect of my life with Caitlyn was unintended. What started out with some idle pillow talk had quickly led to my wife taking a new lover, and me violating her trust and privacy to spy on her. As punishment for my spying, Caitlyn had given me an ultimatum. She would continue to fuck other men, and I would be locked in chastity. The alternative she had threatened was divorce. While we we both angry and upset at each other, I have to confess, I was also madly aroused by the entire situation. I had not doubt Caitlyn was also enjoying her new sexual adventure. So here we are. Yesterday Caitlyn fucked another man for the first time, and I started my chastity, possibly permanently.

Today was turning out to be awkward and tense. I was on edge every time Caitlyn was in the same room, so I found reasons to be elsewhere. I ended up spending the afternoon in the garage trying to get it better organized. I was mentally processing everything that had happened as I tidied and sorted the tools and clutter, and dusted my neglected woodworking machines. I felt jealous, betrayed and belittled by Caitlyn, and kept imagining storming out of the house and hiring a lawyer, but every time I recalled watching her with Aaron, my cock would begin to strain against my chastity cage.

I was angry and hurt, but strangely, those feelings made my arousal stronger. I came to understand I was horny because of my jealousy, not in spite of it. I came to a simple conclusion. While I was upset, I was not willing to leave Caitlyn. I was willing to tolerate her new rules. I would go along with her seeing other men. I decided to do this in part because I did not want to destroy our relationship, but I concluded that I also wanted to see more. I wanted to watch my wife make love to Aaron again. I wanted to watch her with other men. Once I allowed the thought to fully enter my mind, two things happened simultaneously. My penis, swelling and straining against its cage, began to seep fluid into my shorts. At the same time I suddenly needed to see Caitlyn being screwed again. I stopped tidying and went back into the house. I briefly stopped in our bedroom to put on clean shorts, as my seeping penis had left a large damp spot in the middle of my crotch. Then I went looking for Caitlyn. She was sitting on the outdoor love-seat on our deck, wearing her two piece string bikini and reading something on her phone. She looked incredible. The bikini wasn’t overly skimpy, but her cleavage and flat tummy were bare, as were her long tanned legs. The tight fitting triangle of fabric over her groin shaped to her contours closely. Caitlyn had waxed the area recently, and the lack of hair allowed her bikini to cling to her closely. I forced myself to stop gawking at her and spoke.

Can I talk to you? I asked her.

She tapped something on her phone then lowered it, looking up at me.

"Sure thing hon, what do you want to talk about?’

I’ve been thinking things through since our talk earlier. I agreed then, but I wanted to let you know, I… I’m ok with it. I said as I sat on the loveseat next to her. Not just because I don’t want to lose you. And I really don’t… but because, well…

It’s exciting for you too? She finished my thought.

Yeah I, yes, um… I fumbled around for the next thing to say. Caitlyn smiled and laughed.

I never wanted to hurt you or leave you. I didn’t know what I was starting when we first discussed this. I’m glad you are excited about it too. She told me, touching my knee as she spoke.

That’s good to hear. I replied.

I admit, I was pretty angry with your spying. So no more of that. I’m allowed to have my privacy. But I admit, as my husband, you are allowed to know what’s going on when it comes to my sex life. Clearly I wasn’t the only one who had been thinking about things all day. So I’m going to share it with you. I’ll tell you about it, sometimes I’ll let you listen, sometimes, you can even watch. Caitlyn leaned in close to me. Her hand moved from my knee to my groin. She cupped my groin, tracing her fingers over the plastic cock cage. I let out a low groan as my trapped penis once again pushed against its tiny prison. I could feel fluid seeping from it again. Caitlyn kissed me lightly, her mouth slightly open, her tongue brushing my lips. Her next words were low and breathy.

I’ve discovered something about myself this weekend. Letting myself go, fucking Aaron, letting him do the things he did to me. I realized I want to go further. I want to throw out my old apprehensions and reservations, and see just how far I go. I want to try so many things. She said, pausing to kiss me between words every few moments. Her hand was now squeezing my cage harder. She slipped it into my shorts. When her palm slid over the end of the cage she felt the mess I was making.

You’re getting wet baby. She said to me, So am I. Get down on your knees in front of me! She wanted me to go down on her. This was another surprising change. Our deck is semi-private. The neighbors can’t see us, but they can certainly hear us, with only a tall fence dividing our section from theirs. Caitlyn has always treated the deck as publicly visible, and once even gave me grief for wandering out there in my underwear. Clearly her attitude was changing. I wondered how much.

I slid off the loveseat to kneel between her thighs. She pulled the strings on the sides of her bikini and it fell away from her. I could smell the musky scent of her juices, and saw her clit had become enlarged, her labia shiny with fluids.

"Eat me