Something changed in Amy after that night, she was no longer doing this just for Rick, now she was doing it for herself too. But she still loved Rick and was still very nervous that this could all go horribly wrong. For several weeks they continued on as they were, the chastity cage eventually arrived and after some difficulties with fitting Rick eventually got used to it and could wear it for several days at a time. Amy was patient but firm with him, understanding that a chastity cage takes some getting used to, but at the same time not letting him get away with anything.
About ten weeks after the night Rick admitted he wanted her to cuckold him, Amy finally decided she needed to act. However, she was still very worried about taking such a huge step and she wondered if there was some way she could test Rick again to really set her mind at ease.
An opportunity arose when some of the girls from the office asked her to go on a hen night, which would include visiting several seedy bars and potentially a strip club. Amy milked every bit of value she could out of this, constantly teasing Rick about the upcoming ‘night out’ and what it could mean; describing in detail to him how her pussy would look after a ‘nice big cock’ had fucked it and left it full of cum for him to clean up.
Rick seemed nervous but excited at the prospect of Amy taking another man’s cock inside her, but she still needed something to stave off her own anxieties. But what? How could she ‘fake’ cheating on him so that he believed she had, before she did it for real?
She wracked her brain trying to think of something until eventually, on the eve of the hen party inspiration finally struck.
“Don’t forget to get some condoms,” Anna said as she walked past her in the office.
“What?” frowned Amy, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. She hadn’t told anyone about what was going on with her and Rick and she had no intention of becoming Martina’s understudy.
“For tomorrow,” Anna continued. “For Maggie’s dress.”
“Oh…. Gotcha!”
Amy heaved a sigh of relief and let out a small chuckle as she imagined Maggie walking down the high street with dozens of rubbers pinned to her clothes.
But as she travelled home she suddenly broke into a broad smile.
“Yes, condoms. Of course!”
Amy pulled off at the next junction and headed for the supermarket to buy supplies.
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