The Chastity Belt Chapter 10

The Chastity Belt
Chapter 10

We left the house around 6:30 for our dinner reservation. I knew the restaurant was always crowded on the weekends, but this was ridiculous. I couldn’t find a place to park in their large lot. I finally found a space in a strip mall across the street. There was quite a line, but we had reservations and weren’t in a hurry. Suddenly, Marcie’s grip on my arm tightened. I looked forward in the line and saw why. My ex Amanda and Stewart were together at the head of the line. Amanda started when she turned and saw me. Stewart looked embarrassed and nervous. Paying more attention now, I could hear Paul, the maitre d’, explain, “I am so sorry, but we are full all evening. Please come back another time.”

I could see Stewart looking for a way out to avoid us. Unfortunately, there was only one way: back the way he came. He stumbled as he approached, “Uh…I’m uh…sorry, Jack.”

“Why would you be, Stewart? Amanda is a beautiful single woman. Hello, Amanda.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek. Marcie followed my lead, hugging Stewart and air-kissing Amanda. “Come on with me, and let’s see if we can’t help you.” I moved to the front of the line. “Good evening, Paul. Can you seat us at a table for four?”

“Of course, Mr. Anderson. This way, please.” We followed him to the table, and, of course, he held the chairs for the ladies and opened their napkins. He left us with our menus and the wine list.

“This must be fate, Stewart. If you don’t mind, I’d like to discuss your promotion for a few minutes before we eat.”

“Uh, what, Jack? Did you say promotion?”

“Yeah, I just dictated some memos for Marcie this morning and will see you tomorrow. I’m promoting you to Technical Director, and, of course, you’ll get a raise--$15,000. I have two reasons. First, I need someone I trust to monitor things on a trip. Second, some of our younger techs need more supervision than I can give them. You’re the obvious choice, so I’ll buy dinner and drinks to celebrate. Speaking of which….” Our waiter had just arrived, so we ordered. We had a pleasant and cordial dinner. I wished the two of them luck when we left.

I met with Mary Lou during the week to finalize the profit sharing. As promised, I set a meeting for Wednesday, December 10th.

I stood before the employees and could see they were nervous and expectant. “Congratulations, everyone. We had a great year with a profit of $2,157,207. I will hold $357,207 in addition to whatever profit we have between now and the end of the year for future needs. That leaves a million eight to be shared. Clericals and Ben, you’ll share $378,000, or $23,625 each.” There was a roar in the room. Most of these people made less than $35,000 a year, a massive increase in their earnings. “Techs,” I continued, “you’re sharing $702,000, or $29,250. “We’re also going to have a holiday party next Saturday at Fontaine’s on Chambers Street, where you can have all the steak and lobster you want. Details will be coming in a memo tomorrow. When I call your name, come up and get your check.” When I called Ben’s name, I asked him, “Will you be bringing a date to the party, Ben?”

“Oh, yes, Jack. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” Most of the staff was shocked at this. They all knew that Ben never socialized.

“I hear she’s hot, Ben.”

“The hottest, Jack, she’s downright beautiful.” I shook his hand, gave him his check, and moved on. I wondered what everyone would say when he walked in with Sheila, my mother-in-law. I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou before we broke up. “Most of you know we’re slow between Christmas and New Year’s. Jack has agreed to close up, so you all will get a week of pay. Marcie will monitor the answering machine twice a day, and Jack and Stewart will handle anything that comes up. So, enjoy, people!” There was more cheering as we returned to work.

Ben had been making up for a lost time, engaging with Sheila in one form of sex or another every single day, even during her period. Ben learned that she was extremely horny at that time, so he was sure to take extra good care of her then. He often gave her oral at that time, knowing how much she loved it. The presence of blood in her pussy meant nothing to him; he was devoted to servicing her sexually. Tonight would be no different.

Ben came to see Sheila straight from work, as was his custom. He was beaming about his profit-sharing check. He earned $35,000 a year, so his bonus was a significant increase, almost 70 percent. He had good reason to be up. Sheila met him at the door with her usual kiss. It was long and wet and hot. Their kisses were never pecked on the cheeks. They always kissed with the utmost passion.

“Uh…Sheila, there’s going to be a Holiday Party next Saturday.”

“How nice. Are you trying to tell me something, Ben,” she asked, trying to be coy. She knew how shy he was and thought getting him to speak up was part of her job.

“Um, yes, uh…Sheila. I uh…”

“Ben, if you want something, you must ask for it. Now, come on, you can do it. I have faith in you.”

“Uh…Sheila, I want to go to the party. Will you go with me?” He sighed in relief when he was done.

“Of course, Ben. I would have been there even if you hadn’t asked me. Marcie told me about it, but I’d much rather go with you, darling. I love you.”

Ben stood there in shock and amazement. He had wanted to tell her many times but was afraid she would say it was too soon. He broke down and cried, but they were tears of joy. Sheila knew this and led him to the couch. She removed her blouse and bra. Ben knew he was to suckle; it always calmed him.

Sheila ran her hands through his hair. “I know you love me, too, Ben. I think we should be a real couple, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love you more than anything, Sheila. You’ve helped me in so many ways.” He had slipped to his knees while speaking, so he continued,
“Sheila, I’ve practiced this so many times while running. It’s the only way I could build up my nerve. Will you…marry me?” He was holding his breath, eyes closed, praying for her answer—the answer to his prayers.

“Oh, Ben…you have come so far since our first time together. All you could say then was ‘Yes, Ma’am’ or ‘No, Ma’am.’ Do you remember? I’m glad you asked me, Ben. It means I won’t have to tell you to marry me. Yes, Ben…I will. I have loved you since our first weekend together when it was all I could do to get you to fuck me. You’ve made much progress in that area, too, right? Now…I have a question for you.”

“Why don’t you just tell me, Sheila?”

“This isn’t something one decides alone, Ben. I went to the doctor last week. She told me my reproductive system was in excellent condition. Do you know what I’m saying, Ben?”

“Uh, no, Sheila…I don’t.”

“I’m asking if you think you’d like to be a father…the father of my child—our child. I’d love to have your baby, Ben. I think you’d be a wonderful father. We’re both ‘older’ but not too old. That’s what I was trying to tell you.” Ben was speechless. He’d never thought of getting married, let alone being a parent. He looked up at Sheila, his wife-to-be, and smiled. Then he nodded, and it was done. Sheila reached down and kissed him again and again and again. “Come on, I think we should tell Marcie and Jack.
Later,” she said with a wink, “we’ll have a big celebration.” She stopped in her kitchen to wash his face, then led him to the house's back door. “Marcie? Jack? Are you home?”

“In the living room, Mother, come on in.” Hand in hand, she pulled Ben in with her.

“I just want you to know I’ll be going to the Holiday Party with my fiancé.” It took a second to register, but then Marcie and Jack were on their feet, hugging and kissing the happy couple.

“I think this calls for a celebration. Let’s go out to eat, shall we?”

“Sorry, Jack,” Ben replied, “we’re planning a little celebration of our own.” Jack, Marcie, and Sheila were shocked. They had never heard Ben speak so assertively. Sheila kissed his cheek, took his arm, and led him away, knowing her little flower had bloomed. She turned and winked at Marcie just before turning the corner.

Marcie and I returned to the couch. We were stunned. We had hoped and prayed that things would work out for them, but we never thought they would marry. I looked at Marcie; she had the biggest smile on her face. “What?” I asked in my confusion.

“Mom told me she was thinking of speaking to him about it, but did you see that wink? She was telling me that he asked her first. Can you imagine that shy, submissive Ben finds the internal strength to ask her to marry him? What a night. You don’t expect me to cook on a night like this, do you?”

“I guess not. I offered them dinner out, so why not you? What would you like? Steak? Italian? Chinese? Burger?”

“None of the above, I’d enjoy…you.” She tried to give me her most demure look. She failed.

“OK, but I have to eat something with some calories. You’re delicious but no-cal.” I rose from the couch, extended my hand, and threw her over my shoulder when she took it. I shifted her into a fireman’s carry. She laughed hysterically as I carried her down the hall to our bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed. “Strip, wench! I desire you!” Marcie laughed like crazy but instead started to remove MY clothes. In seconds, I was naked while she was clothed. I was reminded of some sleazy porn movie. Marcie pulled me onto the bed, rolled me over, and climbed between my legs.

“Time out!” I called, “No fair; don’t I get a chance to do you?”

“If I recall correctly, I got to choose what to eat and picked you. Who said anything about you doing anything…other than Cumming in my throat? Now lie back and enjoy. I’m starving, starving.” She stroked my cock and took one of my balls into her mouth. She massaged it with her tongue as it rolled around in her mouth. Marcie pulled back, allowing it to pop from her lips. She leaned down a bit and licked my asshole—that was a shock! I’d never imagined her doing anything like that. It sent jolts of electricity through my body as I gasped in dismay. She moved back to my cock, licking all around and up and down my shaft. Oh God, she was driving me crazy. I wanted, no… I needed to cum. When Marcie wrapped those sweet lips around my cock I was done. My muscles contracted involuntarily, driving my hips into the air and my cock into her throat. I came hard as my semen shot straight into her stomach. I lay back, drained, as Marcie cleaned my cock.

“Had your fill? My turn now?”

“I must admit, it was tasty, and there sure was a lot of it, but I think I’ll be hungry again in an hour.”

“An hour? I’m not 25, you know.”

“Big deal, you’re 32. Trying to tell me you don’t want another in an hour?” She sounded severe, but we both knew she was only teasing me.

“Truce? We both know I’ll never have enough of you, and I hope you’ll never have enough of me, so why don’t I help you out of those clothes so I can have a turn? Then maybe we can both have a turn. I wouldn’t mind fucking you.”

“OK, truce. I want to talk to you about something important.” I leaned forward, concern etched onto my face. “I think I’m changing my mind—I want to have a baby. I told you I wanted to work and travel with you, and I still do, but I want your baby. Are you upset with me?”

I sat up and pulled her to me. “How could I possibly be upset about something like that? I have always wanted a family, you know that. I think you should go off the pill now, this very minute. I love you so much, Marcie. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. Now, can I please fuck you?”

“Well…if you put it that way,” she made believe she was pouting, her lower lip extended. I grabbed it, pulling her closer for a fantastic kiss. ‘OK, after that, I think I’ll let you, but only if I can be on top.”

“I hate to say this, but if you want to get pregnant, we’ll do much missionary work.”

“I don’t care…just as long as we do it every day, it will take a month or more to become fertile again,” I whispered, that I loved her as I removed her blouse and bra. I lifted her to her knees so I could remove her skirt, slip, and panties. I laid back so she could massage my cock back to hardness. She smiled as it began to grow. It was about 85 percent there when she straddled me, and her cunt engulfed me. She began to rock. I placed my hands on her hips as I joined her, thrusting into her hot, tight hole. “I think I’m going to enjoy staying home as a mother. I’ve loved my job and seeing you all day and all night, but I'm having a baby!”

“Don’t get too excited; being a mother is a lot of work day and night. At least I’ll get to go to work so I can catch a nap.” Marcie laughed and “punched” me, but she giggled, and soon we were laughing and fucking. We were having such a wonderful time together. Later, after we had both cum multiple times, we were both so tired. I nuked a couple of cans of ravioli for our dinner.

Sheila and Ben showered. Ben especially needed it. He was often so nervous that he sweated through his clothes. They washed each other tenderly, with love. No longer was Ben shy about touching her. He even welcomed the occasional finger up his asshole. He was tempted to do it to Sheila but wasn’t quite that daring. He would melt if she reprimanded him. Once they were dry, she led him to the bed. Instead of climbing in to make love, Sheila sat him next to her, “Ben, remember when I told you that I would go on the pill? I told you we could fuck without any protection, didn’t I? But we’ve always used condoms. You are such a wonderful, patient man that you never asked me why. Now I’m going to explain. When I saw the doctor, I told her I was pretty sure this night would come and, hopefully, soon. She advised me not to do it. It could take me one to three months to become fertile again. I didn’t want to wait that long, so I made you use the condoms. Now, darling, I had another reason. I wanted this night to be the most special in our lives so far. We’re engaged, and we want a family. What could be more special than that?”

“The only thing I can think of, Sheila, would be having the baby.”

“You’re right, Ben. You’re so smart, did you know that? Now, I think we’ve talked long enough, don’t you? I want to feel you in my pussy, and I want you to feel me, too.” She turned her head as her lips met his. Ben was putty in her hands. He would never be able to resist her kisses. Sheila kissed him one more time and rolled onto the bed. She pointed to her pussy, and Ben scrambled on after her. “Missionary, Ben; I want to keep the semen in. Afterward, I’ll l stay here for another fifteen minutes. Dr. Mays says that should be long enough.”


To be continued