Married without children, with my wife running her own business and me having a good job, means we have a decent bank account and our home and cars paid off. We move in interesting circles, but most of our friends have children, and simply different priorities.



It's not like we didn't want children, but unfortunately it was not to be. I'm the one to blame, not that I could help it. I have suggested adoption and even a sperm donor, but my wife is still hopeful they can fix my problem, and we have our true own. I'm just worried that we're not getting any younger waiting and waiting.



My wife felt that we should more actively participate in charity, and specifically in youth oriented charities, and that this would pay back somehow. I'm more realistic perhaps, I'm fine with charity and stuff, but don't expect some superior being point us out and help us with our own issue. That's just not how the world works.



Anyhow, like in many marriages, the wife gets her way, and she found a perfect foundation. I have to agree, an organization that puts children first, providing the best education and technology to orphans and poor families, is a worthy cause. And we were about to meet the founders, a pediatric surgeon and his wife, who was a pediatrician herself.



I expected them to be much older, but surprisingly they were close to our age, maybe just a few years our seniors. The most amazing? It clicked right away between the four of us.



They were childless as well, two people who had dedicated their lives to children. It seemed like Chelsea had a condition that prevented her from getting pregnant, but Mark was still hopeful it could be fixed. So similar to Jenna and me.



We arrived mid afternoon at their beautiful mansion, where we would go over all kind of paperwork and a lot of finances. Then we'd have dinner together that Chelsea had prepared. Mark and Jenna were immediately drawn to each other, both much more business minded than Chelsea or me. But she and I found a lot of pleasure in comparing our lives, as we both prefer the more domestic side in our relationships.



I helped her in the kitchen, as my wife went with her husband to his office in the hospital, to get whatever important paper that was missing. I'm used doing the cooking, as Jenna makes long hours in her solo practice, and I start the day early and be back home on time to prepare dinner, which is much healthier than when we were always eating out, like we did early on in our marriage.



It was slightly different for Chelsea, who gave up on her job, in order to give her body all the rest needed apparently to give her a chance at pregnancy. But just like me, she'd found enormous satisfaction in preparing healthy meals for herself and her spouse.



Chelsea was quite pretty, with beautiful curves, which were showing under a gorgeous dress, that was tasteful and sexy at the same time. Obviously she wore an apron in the kitchen as not to mess up her clothes. It was the material of the apron though that caught my attention, as it was a shiny white latex, beautifully following her generous curves.



At home I have a more conventional apron myself, but I got a chance to get a feel of the latex, as she offered me one very similar to hers, just in black. It protected my own suit very nicely.



Never really having touched anything like it, I fell in love right away. In a way it was soft and smooth and flexible, nothing like the tough latex gloves I sometimes wear while cleaning toilets and stuff. I couldn't stop touching myself, just to feel it.



Chelsea, who was clearly used to the material, recognized my pleasure, and she added a few touches herself, on my hips and butt. It was like a game, but when I started touching her back, there was a much softer feel underneath it, as her dress was flimsy by itself. And given the way she pushed back at my touches, she clearly liked it as well.



I mean, don't get me wrong, we weren't suddenly doing sex games in the kitchen. But somehow, in a very short amount of time, two people that had just met, formed a bond based on the similarities of our lives. We were laughing and doing naughty things, while preparing the meal for later, once our significant others would return.



It wasn't until she had grabbed me from behind, her arm loosely around me as she touched my crotch. Maybe it was an accident, maybe it was on purpose, I can't be sure. But my manhood reacted to her touch. Because of that added intimacy, I dared to touch her in that area as well a bit later, only to find there was nothing soft there. I looked at her totally confused.



She laughed out loud, turning towards me, and taking her apron off. Then she slowly pulled up her dress, and I started to worry about her intentions as I had concluded already she wasn't wearing any panties, until I saw a shiny band of steel, covering her womanhood. That's the hardness I had felt. What the heck is that thing? bursted from my lips before I could stop it.



It's a chastity belt, she answered, and she continued to explain how her internal plumbing down there is very tender, and if she ever would be in a situation where she could be raped, she could easily tear her insides, and if that didn't kill her, the chance to ever get pregnant would be nill. The belt protected her from that and had the added benefit that it turned her husband on, and when he let her out, as he had the only key, the sex was better than anything before.



As she was telling all this, with a smile on her face, I couldn't stop myself from getting turned on myself. A tent under my apron the undeniable evidence. I saw her lick her lips, as she stated that I probably didn't want my wife to see that, when they came back. I just shook my head.



And just like that she sat down on her knees in front of me, and disappeared with her head completely under my apron. I could feel how she opened my pants and how my hard-on suddenly popped out. Then her lips were on me.



I have to say that I don't get blowjobs very often. My wife hates to waste any of my seed, you never know. Despite my limited experience, I knew however that Chelsea was a pro. Whatever she did with her tongue, her lips and some of her fingers, the feeling was so incredible, I grew bigger and bigger, until I reached the point of no return. With one hand on her head, the other on her shoulder, with only the thin sexy latex separating us, I could no longer stop myself, and although I tried to warn her, I already shot my load into her waiting mouth.



She drained me completely, sucking the last drops straight from my balls. And finally her head appeared again, an even bigger smile still plastered on her face. Listen Jeff, she said, if you liked that, then maybe chastity might be a good thing for you as well. She opened a drawer and pulled out something very similar to what she was wearing, except it had a sleeve on the inside, clearly to fit a dick in. It was meant for my husband, she explained. We thought that if we'd both be chasted it would double the fun once both released. But it was anticlimactic. We were never ready at the same time. I googled a lot about this. Chastity works best if only one of the partners is locked up, and controlled by their spouse.



I didn't know what to say. But I felt a bit of drool drip from my mouth. Somehow I understood exactly why she wore hers so proudly. The thought of giving control over my manhood to Jenna seemed like the solution to all our "issues". So I nodded my head.



Chelsea made it clear this thing only works if you voluntarily give up your control, not if someone takes it from you. So she handed me the device and in seconds I had my apron off and my pants gone, as I stepped into the shiny steel band, guiding my still soft dick in the sleeve. You'll have to sit down to pee from now on, she warned, showing me the little tube coming out of the sleeve. I just nodded again, feeling the steel push my testicles up as I pulled it up and pushed it together with the opening in the waste belt. The three pieces clicked together and I pulled a tiny pin out that was apparently the key.



I was now as flat as Chelsea in the front and I was fantasizing already how I would hand over the key to Jenna. I looked Chelsea straight in the eyes, and we suddenly laughed together. Another band between us had just formed. She was checking it all out, her warm hands between my legs, but either I wasn't ready to grow hard again, or I couldn't, and a sense of acceptance washed over me. I took both her hands in mine, and kissed them gently.



We both got dressed again, then in our aprons, and all the touching now was knowing it was friendship without sexual desire. We knew we'd be friends for life, no matter what happened with the foundation plans.



Chelsea's phone chimed. It was her husband, texting they'd be back home in fifteen minutes. So we'd started setting the table, and the food was on it as well just as our spouses came in. Dinner was perfect,  as we chatted about everything but money. We drank too much wine, then martinis and cocktails as we played doubles in pool on their table in the basement. Long story short, we were in no state of driving back home, and I helped Chelsea prepare their guestroom for us to stay overnight. She gave me an interesting piece of underwear, made from much thicker latex. But it would hide the steel bands nicely under my clothes tomorrow.



We played till deep in the night, in the end me and Chelsea against Mark and Jenna. I noticed him rubbing her butt a few times as they decided together on the best shot. But I felt Chelsea doing the same to me, and I thought it was awesome how the four of us had become friends so quickly.



Later, getting ready for bed, Jenna was talking how wonderful Mark was and how we were now partners in the foundation. Well worth the money we'd put in. Apparently he had told her about Chelsea's chastity, and she wondered if something like that could work for us as well. That's when I handed her my key.



She was speechless for a minute,  and believe me, that doesn't happen very often. Then she wanted to see me naked. She was in awe as she felt the smooth metal on my hips and between my legs. Next thing I know I was eating her out. She was hornier than I'd ever seen her before.



We slept naked as she wrapped around me, continuously rubbing the metal that was now part of me until she decided it would come off. I had to make a solemn promise to always put the chastity back on voluntary, after she had let me out to have sex.



I woke up a few times to pee, after drinking so much. It was weird to have to sit, and feel the pee come out from such a weird place. I had to wipe myself even as it had sprayed the inside of my legs a bit. But I figured it was worth the trouble.



In the morning I noticed my key in Jenna's earlobe, the tiny pin fitting beautifully, with a small diamond at the head. I helped Chelsea preparing breakfast, as our spouses discussed more plans. She was checking if I wore the latex underwear which I was and it made the belt almost invisible while adding a layer of comfort. She gave me a few more, although they were her own, but she promised I'd like them just the same. She also handed me my apron to keep.



We hugged like old friends when we left, already planning next weekend at our place, including another sleepover. And when we drove home, both Jenna and I could not stop smiling. You see, she said, didn't I tell you that doing good always pays back? I knew her words had been slightly different, but it was easier to agree. What was the chance to make new friends still at our age?



Chelsea had been right. Her latex panties felt just as comfortable as my first, more manly underwear, and still hiding the metal belts. But I had also learned quickly that chastity is not all fun and sexy. For example, wearing my new apron brought back memories, and when my hard-on started, it stopped right away, leaving a painful pressure behind. And when my wife put on one of her sexy nighties, the same thing happened, but she was the only one smiling. She promised to release me on Friday night. Her teasing kept me up most of the night though.



Okay, I guess it was worth it. Friday night sex was better than it ever has been. Chelsea was right, that's for sure. And I didn't hear Jenna complain either. Well, maybe a bit, when we went at it for the fourth time.



I showered on Saturday morning for the first time without obstruction and made sure I was super clean down there. Also got rid of some annoying hair, the things you learn. Then I locked myself back in and gave the key back to Jenna, who stuck it in two new piercings she had in the side of her earlobe, so she could wear normal earrings in both ears again.



I put a lot of effort in the meal for the day as Mark and Chelsea would soon visit our place. I don't think our place is as nice as theirs, but we have a nice pool and the weather was perfect. So I made sure I had some good pool snacks as well.



Jenna wore an amazing gown for the occasion. She was not going to be outdone by Chelsea I imagined. But Chelsea arrived in an evening dress style skirt, made from soft leather, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on that. Her butt I mean.



Things were very much the same as last week, just better, as our friendship really started blossoming. We did all pool games first, as both women looked amazing, Chelsea in a one piece that looked very much like black latex, perfectly covering her chastity belts. Jenna was wearing the tiniest bikini set, also in a very shiny material. I wore swim trunks, long enough to cover my own belts on all sides, whereas Mark had on a very slim speedo, showing off his generous package.



It was standard by now that Chelsea and I formed a team against Jenna and Mark. We played a game where we all were riding a floating animal, and we had to use long pool noodles to try to slap the other team off. Somehow I ended up on a blowup unicorn and Chelsea on a little pony, as Mark had a dinosaur and Jenna a bull.



Nevertheless, Chelsea and I managed to get on each side of Jenna, and holding each end of one noodle we swooped her into the water. Mark took me out real quick after that and then after a good fight also Chelsea. In game two we lost again, not beating one. Game three, although not needed, but we wanted revenge, we concentrated on getting Mark, which worked, but he pulled Chelsea with him. I'd like to say we got our win, but Jenna took me down in no time.



As I got us some drinks and snacks, the ladies settled down in the sun, as Mark got the cornhole game setup. Apparently he was a champ in college or something, as he beat me dramatically in both singles and doubles. But it was all about fun, and he declared that my truffles and soufflé's were absolute winners.



As we were all getting dressed again I started on dinner and Chelsea was soon there to help me. She had brought her own apron, which was this time in thin leather, that was a perfect match to her long skirt. It didn't take long before we eventually brushed against each other, and I got my hands on her leather. It was breathtaking.



A bit later I even cupped one of her breasts, and she held my hand before I could pull it away again. Her smile said everything, she liked this game as much as me.



Over dinner there was more talk about the foundation now, as Mark and Jenna were planning a trip out of town, to visit a hospital and youth camp in a city about four hours away. They'd leave the afternoon before and come back the day after, so they'd be gone for two nights. Chelsea suggested I came over these two nights to their place, to keep each other company, but she had also a tough task that I could help her with, as she'd volunteer the next day in the orphanage. And if I'd take that day off from work, I could help her there as well.



Afterwards we watched a movie together, as we have a great multimedia room in our basement. Then we played video games for hours, during which Chelsea and I were much more successful than during pool time.



Sunday morning we went out for breakfast together as our new friends had planned to stay for the day as well. Mark had some very good seats for a baseball game, and we all had the best fun. Without too many words we decided to do weekends together from now on.



Wednesday afternoon I dropped Jenna off at Mark and Chelsea's. I stayed behind as we waved them away. Chelsea explained that she needed my help in moving a stack of portable walls to her truck, so that we could build them into small, more private bedrooms in the orphanage the next day. But before we started the hard work she took me to her walk-in closet to change.



In just seconds she stood naked in front of me, apart from her chastity, and she suggested I do the same. It was a bit awkward, but I remembered she'd seen my most private part already, and that was safely covered by now.



She had me help to lace her into a tight corset and then she pulled a dress from a hanger, which was made from a shiny PVC. By the time I zipped her up it was clearly a maid's uniform. At my unspoken question she explained, I like to dress for the occasion and we have a tough task ahead of us. My chastity device was straining...



Then she addressed my situation. The orphanage we were to volunteer was for girls only. Female only, including the staff. She figured she could turn me into a passing woman with some effort, if I was willing still to do it. Now what do you say at that, standing practically naked next to a living fantasy?



I guess this was a test of our new friendship. Saying no would probably drive us apart, while I was enjoying her, I mean their company so much. And what would my wife say if she found out I had not volunteered? We had to do our part in this foundation, like she was doing, so why did I bail out?



So I did the only thing I could do. I asked if she could really make me pass. I didn't want to look like a guy in drag. She smiled, knowing now that I wouldn't back out. No worries, she said, your own wife won't even recognize you