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Today was supposed to be cagedmonkey’s surgery, for the second time. If you’ve been reading you know how that turned out. A lot has happened this week, actually a lot has happened to us in the past two weeks, some good, some bad. We’ve actually managed to get in a little play and sexy teasy time even though, emotionally, things have been up and down.

It all started with finding out cagedmonkey had ridiculously high blood pressure and him ending up in the emergency room. Since that time we’ve cancelled and rescheduled and cancelled his surgery again. We’ve had him at the cardiologist, started him on two meds and scheduled him for loads of testing to try to find out the cause of his high blood pressure. Wish us luck there, the doctors are semi confused!

We’ve had to put our almost 15 year old cat to sleep. She was an amazing girl. CM found her when she was 3 weeks old, half dead, behind his work. He brought her home to me and when we took her to the vet we were told, “don’t get too attached, there’s no way she’s going to make it!” I nursed her back to health and Ha! She proved them wrong and lived a long healthy 15 years. Nah nah! She was our first “baby,” together so it’s been pretty hard on both of us. I’m so happy that cagedmonkey got to hold her and tell her we loved her as she drifted off to heaven.
Now, not only did we experience disappointment and heartache, we did get some happy moments! We got to take care of hubby’s blood pressure so he didn’t have a stroke on the operating table. He started meds which seem to really be helping his blood pressure and his numbers are looking way better! We also got to celebrate our little guy’s 7th birthday yesterday. It turned out to be an awesome day for all of us. We had fun birthday shopping, having dinner and some frozen yogurt. After such a long day the kids even decided to hold off on birthday cake until today so we still get a little more celebration tonight!

I’ve written before about the “roller coaster of life” and this is just more on that bumpy road. Life has ups and downs, sometimes for us, those all cram themselves into a very short time but we survive and come out stronger on the other side. And now this weekend (our weekend is Sunday/Monday) cagedmonkey and I hope to get in some playtime. I must say I’m absolutely loving how touchy-feely, crazy-for-me, horny hubby is. I’m walking around with super wet panties because he can’t keep his hands off of me. I love hearing how horny he is, how bad he needs and wants to cum, how he wishes he could drop to his knees and please me! Mmm, deliciousness!

I just want to thank the “Chastity Gods” that found a way to bring this into our lives because without it, I think, we both would fall into a depression, our intimacy would suffer and ultimately our lacking sex life would cause huge amounts of resentment in our relationship – oh wait, been there and done that! Yeah… I’m so glad we found this amazing way to keep things fresh and hot, even during these emotional roller coaster rides that we certainly did not get in line for!

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Day 2 started off in very similar fashion as Day 1: kids dropped off at day camp, naked breakfast in bed. This time, My Lady was the one who wanted to be fucked. I have been craving a little power switch for a while, so this was perfect for me. ML ordered me to take the strap on we have named “Mr. O” (because it was one of the first strap on toys we tried that made her cum without much effort) and fuck her as hard as I possibly could with it.

Um……. OKAY!!!

I took full advantage of the freedom ML granted me to dominate her. We started out in missionary position, and once I got the strapon lined up well – which is not very easy, considering I can’t feel a thing – I began slamming it into her wet pussy. Soon the bedroom was filled with the sounds of my hips smacking against her inner thighs, the wet slurping of her horny pussy, and ML’s passionate moans and cries.

I began to really get into it. I could feel the power growing within me, and I liked it. It has been a LONG time since I’ve been able to really let go and pound the hell out of my wife’s pussy. Either my cock is locked up or I’m incredibly sensitive and I need to be careful while I’m inside her. But, considering I was using the strapon and couldn’t feel a damn thing locked up in my cage, I was able to go full speed, full power on her. And it felt great.

I flipped ML over and took her from behind doggy style, grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards me, pushing the fake cock farther into her pussy. She moaned so loud, it fueled my desire to fuck her even harder. I reached down and pulled her hair back, forcing her throat to stretch as she continued her animalistic growls as I fucked her. Then, I shoved her face down into the pillow, muffling her cries as I shoved my thumb into her raised ass. She squealed as I continued to pound her from behind. She sounded like such a good little fuckslut that I rewarded her with some nice hard, deep fucking.  🙂

I fucked her as deep as I possibly could with the strapon. My Lady was clawing at the bed, trying desperately to find something to grasp on to in order to keep herself grounded. Finally, I put all of my weight into one last deep thrust inside her. ML screamed as I held the strapon inside her, then she convulsed as she suffered through a very intense orgasm. She grunted and groaned as each wave hit her body with great force. It felt wonderful to make her cum like that – I knew she had been missing being fucked good and hard for a while – but I also wished I could feel her tight pussy clenching and squeezing around my cock.

After a very long and intense orgasm, I took the strapon off and we curled up in bed, both nearly exhausted and ready for a naked nap together.

Then….. it happened.

Reality, that fucking cunt bitch, crashed the party.

ML’s phone rang next to the bed, it was a family member from out-of-state calling her. Calling with not good news. Very very bad news.

Her father had just passed away.  🙁

He was by no means a “healthy” man, but he wasn’t near death’s door or anything. This was an absolute and complete surprise. Needless to say, ML was devastated. She spent the next ten minutes crying into my arms. I held her close and supported her as she poured everything out onto me. I felt terrible that she had to go through this right now, but I was glad that I was able to be there instead of me being at work or something else.

Once My Lady regained a little bit of control over her emotions, we laid in bed curled up with each other and talked. It was such a sad situation, however we both agreed that it would have been much worse had the phone call come abou 20 minutes earlier when I was fucking her with the strapon (LOL!).

Considering the circumstances, My Lady is actually taking it very well. She has had moments of emotionality, as would be expected – breaking into tears at random times, a little loss of mental focus, etc. But she is strong, much stronger than even she thinks. And she knows she has me to help her through this.

We will be taking a road trip to attend his burial ceremony this weekend and into next weekend. I hope you readers will understand if we aren’t able to post as much as we have in the past. We will do our best, but we can’t guarantee anything. Best wishes to everyone out there, and please keep ML and her family in your prayers.