Balancing the Books Pt. 01

Tara, "Wait...I can...how long can I keep him hard?!

Billy didn't have to think about, "Hell yeah, do it! Please!"

Tara thought about the implications of having total control over Billy's manhood. "Yes, lets do it..."

Monica smiled..."I'll set it up. YOU will not regret this, Tara." Leaving the possibility that Billy might indeed regret things. But Billy was beyond caring.

"Um...how long does this chastity cage stay on?"

Monica, "What, you want out already? Sweetie, it stays on until you arrive for surgery. That could be a week or two months. so cross your fingers."

"But...why?"

She reached over and touched his arm, electrifying him, "That is a reasonable question, honey. You deserve an answer. It is not malicious...it is part of your training. During your training you need to focus solely on your wife's needs, wouldn't you agree?" The question was rhetorical, so she did not await an answer. "During your training we will teach you techique, and you will need to practice daily. It will be necessary to put your needs aside. Besides, has not Tara lived this same circumstance for FIVE years out of love for you? Almost continuously seeing to your needs while living with no release? Feeling good, building up unrequited sexual tension? Perhaps there is a debt to be paid, sweetie."

Billy could not argue her reasoning, as much as he wanted to, "But...I'm already so frustrated and on edge...I'll, I mean...sigh...yes, ma'am. You are right."

Monica leaned in and gave Billy a kiss. She gave Tara a hug and bid them goodnight.

When the couple arrived home, they wanted to simply fall into bed together, exhausted as they were. But they were both covered in bodily fluids of one kind or another, so they decided on a shower first. Billy soaped Tara's body and bathed her head to foot. Taking in her beautiful, well used body drove him to distraction...her breasts were covered in hickies from David's passion, and he gently cleaned her wrecked pussy. When he had finished rinsing the soap from her body, his cock was straining painfully against the cage. He wanted to beg her to let him out so he could gain the relief she had experienced. "Did...umm...did Miss Monica give you a key?"

Tara looked down at Billy's straining, frustrated member and reached down to caress his full balls. She couldn't help herself...she giggled, "I'm sorry babe...she was afraid I might take pity on you...so she didn't give me one. I'm afraid you're screwed." She realized the irony of her statement and couldn't help but laugh, thinking of all the nights she had gone to bed frustrated, "Or not!" She handed him the soaped up sponge he had just so lovingly cleaned her with, "Get cleaned up, babe. I'm completely sated and used up...I'm going to bed. Please cuddle me when you come to bed...I really do love you...chastity boy."

Mid afternoon the following day, Monica called Tara with the good news. Her friend with the research project had believed Billy to be an excellent candidate for a test subject. They were scheduled to be in Chicago for the surgical implants in a month; could they make it? They both agreed they could, but Billy just had to ask, could they see him sooner? He was about to burst already. Monica assured him she had asked, and this was the earliest they could fit him in.

Tara seemed sympathetic, but deep down inside she could not help but feel some satisfaction in Billy's frustration. She loved him deeply, but she HAD experienced his dilemna for five long years. She alternated between "Poor, poor Billy...I should make him cum somehow" and "fuck him!"

Their life returned to normal, or perhaps a semblance of it. They both went back to work, which resulted in some unnavoidable side affects.

Billy's office job was fairly mundane. But his circumstance led him to be hypersensitive to other's sexuality.

His first day back, he soon realized he was in a bad way. Locked in his cage, he could not help but notice Becky, his co-worker in the cubicle across the hall. Becky was long-term single because she was somewhat...clingy. Billy was not normally attracted to her, but being on the prowl, she made a habit of dressing in very short skirts and low cut blouses. So each day Billy came to work he saw legs, ass, and cleavage almost constantly. Another co-worker, Dana, was somewhat mousy, but coquettishly sexy.

Basically, Billy was teased continuously each day at work. A smile, a flash of breasts, the sexy shake of an ass, a twirl of hair, a giggle, combined with his cock cage tended to drive him...absolutely fucking nuts.

Tara on the otherhand was newly aware of her latent sexuality. Male co-workers who had been hitting on Tara for years seemed to recognize her new sexual awakening. Was it pheremones? Had her attitude changed imperceptably? She didn't know, but suddenly every cockhound seemed to be honed in on her.

Yet both remained faithful to each other. Admittedly, this meant more in Tara's case than Billy's. He would have only embarassed himself in his condition...Tara could have enjoyed herself immensely. But she loved Billy.

Their primary focus was what Monica had told them to do. Each night Billy focused on pleasing his wife. He tried to emmulate David...he became quite adept at full body massages for his sexy spouse.

Each night he tried to take her to new heights while between her thighs...but he only seemed to frustrate her more and more. He had not actually seen David's oral talents.

Despite his best efforts, after a week of passionate cunnilingus, Tara screamed in frustration, placed her feet on his shoulders and pushed him violently away..."fuck! fuck! fuck!...David made me CUM by now!!"

Billy lay in the floor, shocked. What wax wrong with him?? Tara soon found herself holding him.

Early the next morning she called Monica...on speaker with Billy sitting nearby. She explained that, try as they might, Billy just wasn't getting it. She wanted to orgasm again so badly...but it was not happening.

Monica suggested another intervention was required. This time it would be only the ladies involved...the only "man" present would be Billy. They arranged to meet on Friday night for a girl's night at her house.

When Tara and Billy arrived, both were haggard...stressed and sexually frustrated. At the door, Monica recognized this. She ignored Billy, but took Tara in her arms and ushered her inside, "Oh you poor baby...we have to relieve your stress, darling..."

Billy followed, his penis straining against its cage, trembling in frustration and desire.

They entered the living room to find Amanda and Cindy already present, each chatting with a mixed drink in their hands. They both looked shocked at Tara's appearance. The last time they had seen her, she was very well sated. Now she looked extremely frustrated; it was obvious to them she had been left wanting. The same was obvious of Billy, but that was to be expected.

Monica addressed the group, "Amanda, you are the very best of us at cunnilingus...would you mind using your talents to take care of poor Tara? And to teach Billy, if it is possible?"

Amanda stood, "Absolutely! Strip, girlfriend..." She began helping Tara remove her clothing.

Billy, trembling, looked to Monica, "Do you think we could..."

"No."

"But, maybe it could help if..."

"No, sweetie...it is not happening. Now go in the bedroom and lay down on the bed on your back...that's it. Pull your knees up."

Monica fastened leather cuffs to Billy's wrists and ankles, then fastened each wrist to its respective ankle to keep his knees up. She then directed Tara to lay down on top of him, with her butt resting on his chest, and using his knees as a backrest. Billy found himself looking directly up between Tara's legs at her genitals.

Amanda knelt down and began placing gentle kisses on the inside of Tara's thighs, moving up to her vagina.

Monica directed Billy, "Sweetie...this is an opportunity for you. Watch carefully what Amanda does...so you can emulate her."

Tara was so worked up and desperate, it only took a few minutes of Amanda's expert ministrations to her clit and vagina before Tara was screaming through the first of several violent orgasms.

By the time they were finished, Tara lay limp and happily exhausted. Billy's face was covered in her juices and he shook with need.

Monica unfastened his restraints, then helped Tara to move to the head of the bed to rest. Monica then gently guided Billy to the floor beside the bed and lay herself at the edge of the bed.

"Okay, sweetie...get to work."

"Ma'am?"

"You are going to make me cum with your mouth...failure is not an option. Your life changes tonight."

Billy looked in awe at her beautiful body...her smooth chocolate flesh, her breasts, the puffy, sodden lips of her sex. He gulped and began to move between her legs. She stopped him, "Start at my feet and work your way up, sweetheart. Move up to my breasts and love on them for awhile...take your time and savor your lover."

Billy did as instructed...kissing and nibbling lightly up both legs. As he passed on the way to her abdomen, he took in the heavenly scent of her sex and moaned. When he made it to her full, natural breasts, she guided him in how to love on them. "Lightly caress the flesh and the nipples with your fingertips...pull gently...now take them into your mouth and dart your tongue across the nipples...mmm, thats it...sweetie you can give a woman an orgasm just lovin' on her tits, they're very errogenous..."

She bucked her body up into his in response to his efforts, moaning softly, "That's it...oh...yesss." After twenty minutes attention to her heaving chest, she placed both of her hands on the top of Billy's head and gently pushed him downward. It was time.

"I'm going to tell you a few important things, Billy. While I'm doing so, I want you to massage my thighs and my folds with your mouth...just relax and make gentle love to me with your mouth...I don't want you too distracted to hear me...mmm, that's it...that feels wonderful, sweetie."

Billy caressed her soft, bare nether lips with his lips, sucked gently here and there, and kissed her lovingly. At the same time, he couldn't help but gyrate his hips, trying to get some kind of pressure onto his imprisoned cock...he needed to cum too!

"Be still. Thats it..that is what is holding you back, sweetie. You are NOT going to orgasm. And when you get to a normal sexual relationship, who cums first? Always?"

"You? Tara? The woman?"

"See? That is not so hard. So even when you are in need, your satisfaction only results from ONE thing...HER satisfaction. So all of your energy should be focused on pleasing the woman...if your dick throbs, instead of using your energy to find relief for him, direct it into loving on me...oh, fuck, you're getting it...mmm..."

Monica reached down and cradled Billy's head, guiding his movements, "Thats better. Lets talk about reading your lover's movements and her voice. If you are doing things correctly, she should not be able to say much to guide you...she shouldn't have to. If you hear her moan, or mewl, or sigh, ask yourself what you just did to cause that...and do it some more. Then learn to pay attention to her motions...they all mean something. If she moves beneath you, is she trying to get you to the right place? Or are you where she needs you, and wants more?"

Monica pushed her sex firmly into Billy's face, "If I do this, you're doing good," she began gyrating her hips, ostensibly fucking his mouth and tongue, "If I do this, you need to focus on my clit, I am ready!"

Monica grabbed his skull forcefully yet tenderly, interlacing her fingers in his hair. She then pulled him firmly into her, "This means I am cumming and you better not stop!"

She relaxed and tilted Billy's chin up so he could look into her eyes and see her radiant smile, "Now, are you ready to make me feel that for real?"

"I would like to try, ma'am, if I'm able..."

"Remember, failure is not an option...I will help you, but we are not leaving this bed until you've given me an orgasm. So I ask again, are you ready?"

"YES, MA'AM."

"Thats the attitude!" She noticed that Tara had recovered and was propping her head up on her hand, watching curiously. She addressed the person who would benefit most from her teachings, "Now for you, Tara. You need to focus on your job when Billy is pleasing you. Do you know what that is?"

Tara shrugged noncommittally.

"Your job is to let him. While his job is to ignore his own body's needs and focus only on your pleasure, YOUR job is the opposite. You need to completely ignore his needs...no guilt or sympathy...you need to focus on your body...turn within yourself and TAKE your pleasure. It will surprise you how much you doing this will satisfy your lover too. When he reaches the right attitude, you cumming will be his pleasure, too."

She looked back down between her thighs, "That's what I am about to do Billy. I am going to USE you for my enjoyment." With that, she pushed his face back to her moist, luxurious flesh.

And this time, Billy DID get it. His poor, neglected manhood throbbed and strained...his body shook with frustration which only increased with the sexual activity. But he did not care. He got it now...even if it was days, weeks or months away, his release was contingent on GIVING pleasure. He was, at long last, able to focus and give himself completely.

This is not to say Monica did not have to guide him...she did. But he took solace in her hands guiding him...and when she began to press her flesh against his lips, when she began to subconsciously buck against him, his heart soared.

He began to make love only to her clit then, sucking, then swirling it with his tongue. When she clasped her fingers in his hair, pushing his head tight against her sex and locking him in a unrepentant death grip with her thighs, he rejoiced. He opened his mouth and covered her entire sex while bathing her clit with his tongue. He could barely breathe, but he did not care.

Tara watched in shock...when Monica screamed out her release and lost all control, rolling her hips sideways, very nearly pulling her husband off of his knees in her violent, prolonged orgasms, Tara lost herself in the eroticism of the moment...she came also.

Monica was lost...Billy could not stop himself from pleasuring her and she responded by uncontrollably fucking his mouth as she came repeatedly.

Monica was still in the throes of passion when she suddenly found herself gyrating against open air...Billy was gone. Her orgasm continued and her countenance was brightened by her beautiful smile as she realized what had happened.

Tara's fingers had taken grasp of Billy's hair and smoothly but forcefully pulled him to the floor. As she straddled his face she was desperate with need...need for what she had seen another woman receive first.

She pressed her sopping wet nether lips to his and began to ride him mercilessly, "FUCK me with your tongue, baby! Oh, damn...fuck, YES!" Billy reached up and held her buttocks firmly as he drove his tongue inside of his wife. As she locked her fingers into his hair and pressed herself into him, he began to dance his tongue around her swollen clit, loving her with all he had. She screamed and fucked his face furiously, rubbing herself against him as he tried to stay in place on her center.

She felt like the orgasms were all run together in a seemingly endless stream. He mindlessly bucked his hips into the air, but focused only on her.

"Oh, Billy! I'm cumming!" She was laughing with joy, "Oh, God, Billy, you did it you fucking stud! I'm cumming! I love you!"

At long last, she came down from her heights, slowly rubbing herself against her husband. He remembered what Monica had said...he swapped his attention to her overly sensitive sex in enchange for tender kisses to the surrounding flesh, then her thighs...lightly caressing her with his fingertips to calm her. Eventually he picked her up and lay her gently back on the bed next to Monica. He caressed and kissed her breasts until she again began to gyrate her hips, unknowingly seeking contact. He kissed his way down her abdomen back to her center...and began again.

As Tara moaned her satisfaction, Monica quietly led Amanda and Cindy from the room. It was time for the lovers to be alone.

For the next hour, Monica and her friends sat in the living room, chatted, drank and shared smiles when they heard Tara scream out from the bedroom down the hall.

Finally the lovers joined them. Tara walking on trembling legs, obviously well sexed; Billy dripping pre-cum from his straining prison but with a contented grin on his face.

They chatted for awhile as Tara and Billy cooled down. Tara chuckled, "I won't be wearing any undies home...I am almost as sore as I was with David." That drew a laugh all around. "Speaking of that, though...do you think we should let Billy out now that he has shown he can take care of me? His business looks like it could burst...and I could use it..."

Billy's eyes lit up.

Monica smiled pleasantly, but did not even pretend to consider the idea, "Oh, no...uh-uh...he would just go off like a Roman candle as soon as you touched him. It would be a complete waste...better to maintain his energy. Remember, the male release is only important when he is satisfying the female...which he cannot do yet with his manhood. No, ma'am...if you need a penis, James or one of the other men would be glad to help, I'm sure."

Billy was disappointed, but not as much as one might think. Truth be told, he was learning to enjoy the snug embrace of his cage, and the sexual high he was on. And he trusted Monica to look out for their interests.

Tara spoke, "Well. Okay. But since he is able to take care of me with oral now, I think I'll just wait on Billy."

Monica, "That is very kind of you...but if you change your mind, just let us know. Two months is a looong time."

Tara and Billy both glanced at his tortured cock and spoke in unison, "Two months???"

Billy implored, "But it has already BEEN two months...and my surgery is in two WEEKS."

Monica explained patiently, "I know sweetie. But as with most surgeries, there is a healing time. It is very important that the implants set in place without being jostled. placement is vital. I would not be surprised if they put you in some sort of splint to immobilize your penis."

She placed her hand on his, "You DO want to do this don't you? Think of it as an investment...a few months of sacrifice in exchange for a lifetime of great sex."

"You're right...it will be worth it."

The next two weeks were a whirlwind for the couple. It was if Tara had been wandering in the desert for years and now found herself in a land of plenty. Having Billy and his newly acquired skills next to her was more than she could resist, even knowing it was torture for him. He assured her it was blissful torture.

Billy would awake to Tara's naked thighs straddling his face each morning so she could have an orgasm or two to "get her by" until they got home from work. Now HE was being ridden hard and put away wet as she coated his face with her copious juices.

They would text each other suggestively throughout the day; she said she felt like newlyweds again.

As they watched TV or cuddled on the couch in the evenings, Tara would feel the need and wordlessly push Billy down to her "needful thing" as she jokingly called it. When she was satisfied she would lazily kiss and caress his body in thanks, taking his caged member in her mouth so he could feel the heat.

She would sometimes wake him in the middle of the night with kisses, drawing him into her breasts before guiding him to her molten center once again.

Billy joked that he had to go to work to get some rest or respite, but in truth this was only partially possible. He was drawn tighter than piano strings with sexual tension. He worked with several women in his office. Every whiff of perfume, every flip of hair, flash of cleavage or leg caused throbs or leaks of precum. He took to placing one of Tara's feminine pads in his underwear out of fear he would stain his pants.