A Perfect Husband for Christmas - Part 1

"Wow," Eva said as the waiter placed two flawlessly-crafted cocktails on the table. "They're so beautiful and so festive."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied before standing, turning on a dime, and walking away.

"He has exceptional posture, don't you think?" Grace asked.

Eva hadn't noticed, though one look towards the waiter made it clear that her sister was right. He walked with utterly flawless posture.

"He's likely being paid a little above minimum wage - and earning more with tips, of course - and yet he approaches his job like it's of the utmost importance. That's the sort of quality you want in a man, Eva."

Instead of rolling her eyes at her sister, Eva reached for the frosted martini glass and took a sip of the slightly sweet cocktail that featured a host of unrecognizable ingredients. She wasn't much of a drinker, after all. It was, of course, delicious.

"You shouldn't ignore me, Eva," Grace added. "You got it wrong once and it's foolish to act like you're going to get it right a second time just because you want to."

Grace was referring to Scott, Evan's first husband. The marriage had lasted five years, though it likely shouldn't have lasted more than two. Scott was not much of a man. He'd lost his job a year into the marriage and never bothered searching for another, instead preferring to do freelance gardening when he felt like it, which wasn't all that often. He wasn't an abusive man - thankfully - but he spectacularly lazy and, as it turned out, he had a thing for fucking other women while Eva was at work.

"I don't come here for a lecture, Grace," she said. "I came here to enjoy this spectacular bar and these incredible cocktails and to spend some quality time with my sister."

Grace set her drink down and smiled. "I'm sorry, Eva. I sounded really bitchy there and I didn't mean to."

"Grady's different. He is. He has a good job. He plans really great dates for us. He knows how to cook. He wants to have kids and he'll be a good dad."

Eva smiled as she thought of her boyfriend. He really did seem to be everything Scott hadn't been, plus he happened to be exceptionally nice.

"I agree that he seems different. I just want to make sure that you've found the right guy. I want to make sure that you don't end up in another disastrous marriage."

"He hasn't even proposed yet," Eva replied with noticeable irritation in her voice.

"He's going to and you know it."

Eva smiled. She did know it. They'd talked about it. She suspected he was planning a Christmas proposal, in fact.

"I want to give you a gift," Grace said.

"What sort of gift?"

"The gift of ensuring that Grady is, in fact, the man you need him to be."

"And how exactly would you go about doing that?"

"The same way I went about ensuring that Noel was the man I needed him to be. There are certain things that every woman deserves in a husband. Certain qualities that ensure a healthy, long-lasting marriage. I made sure that Noel had those qualities and I'm going to do the same with Grady, assuming you'll let me."

Though Grace's holier-than-though attitude sometimes grated on Eva, there was no denying that her marriage seemed to be ideal. Perfect, even. Noel doted on her. That had a beautiful family. Their home was well-organized and their lives seemed to include minimal stress, which Eva yearned for as her marriage to Scott had been endlessly stressful thanks to his shortcomings.

"And how, exactly, do you ensure that Grady is the sort of man I need him to be?" Eva asked.

Grace smiled and sipped her cocktail. "I've provided this particular service to three of my friends. They've all been quite happy with the results. There was some resistance at first, but in the end everyone got what they wanted and all three couples are exceptionally happy."

"You didn't answer my question."

"No, I didn't, and I don't intend to."

Eva didn't want to admit to her sister that she was nervous about marrying Grady. It had very little to do with her prospective husband and a great deal more to do with the scars she carried from her relationship with Scott. He'd seemed so perfect and he'd turned out to be a total disaster as a husband. What if Grady was the same?

It was that fear that led Eva to find her sister's vague and mysterious offer far more appealing than it probably should have been. She could have pressed for more information, but she didn't bother because Eva knew she wouldn't get it. Plus, Grace's marriage was genuinely enviable and if Eva could have something akin to that then it seemed worth trusting her sister.

"Okay," she said.

Grace smiled. "You'll accept my gift?"

"Well, I'm not sure about calling it a gift since I have no idea what you plan on doing, but I love Grady and I really, really want a good marriage."

Grace lifted her glass and gently clinked it against Eva's. "A toast to a very happy future for you and Grady."

Eva toasted, though she was far from confident that she'd made a good decision. She couldn't imagine it being especially harmful, though, so she sipped her cocktail, let the taste linger on her tongue, and let herself imagine a future where her marriage - and her life as a whole - was anywhere near as lovely as Grace's seemed to be.

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Grady was nervous as he approached his future sister-in-law's front door. He was fairly certain that Grace liked him, but he suspected that meeting with her - which Eva had asked him to do - was related to his stated intention to propose to Eva.

An elegant wreath hung on the red door and Grady took a moment to admire it before reaching up to knock. There was no need, though, as the door swung open before his hand struck it.

Standing in front of him was a man Grady didn't recognize.

"Hey, man," he said.

"Hey, I'm Grady."

A moment later, Grace appeared behind the man standing in her doorway. He turned, smiled, and kissed her on the cheek. His hand moved to the small of her back and his lips lingered there for far longer than seemed appropriate.

"Next week?" he asked.

Grace smiled. "Absolutely."

Grady stepped aside and the man walked past him and down the driveway.

"Grady, come in," Grace said.

He did so and she shut the door behind him. "Who was that?"

"A friend," she replied. "Follow me."

Grace wore a green satin dress and a pair of shiny black boots. It was a remarkably fetching outfit and Grady was embarrassed when he caught himself staring at her ass, which looked remarkable as the thin green satin moved back and forth over it with every step.

Grady expected they'd settle in the living room, but instead they walked right past it and headed down the hallway. Grace stepped into a small, sparsely decorated room that featured an elegant wooden desk, a wooden dresser, and a chair that looked out of place in the middle of the room.

"Please, sit," she said.

Though he felt a little nervous, Grady sat in the chair as Grace approached the wooden dresser and opened the top drawer. He watched as she pulled out a pair of black gloves - seemingly made from the same shiny material as her boots - and pulled them on.

Grace closed the top drawer and bent over. Grady heard her open another drawer, but his gaze was drawn to her backside. The satin dress had ridden up and he could see the bottom of her ass cheeks as well as a hint of the green satin thong she had on.

As she stood, Grady turned away to ensure she didn't notice his staring. A moment later he felt something cool against his wrist. He turned to see Grace handcuffing him to the chair.

"What are you doing?"

As Grady instinctively fought against the cuff on one wrist, Grace secured the other, effectively locking him to the heavy wooden chair.

"Grace, what are you doing?"

Without saying a word she reached for his belt and loosened it with ease. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. Grady panicked and thrashed in the chair as she backed away.

"Stop it. Right now," Grace demanded.

He didn't stop.

Grace stepped closer and slapped him across the face. The glove unquestionably enhanced the pain, though it was the shock of being slapped that captured his attention and ceased his thrashing.

Without saying a word, Grace returned to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a small red object and closed her fingers around it.

"I'd recommend you remain still for this next part or you're likely to get injured," she said.

Grace stepped in front of Grady and opened her hand before extending it towards him. Though he'd never seen anything like the object she held, its shape made its purpose obvious.

"You have to stop, Grace. I don't know what you're doing, but you have to stop."

She smiled and split the device into two parts. "Like I said, you should remain still or you'll get injured."

Grace bent over and took his balls in her hand. She slipped one part of the device - a red ring - over his balls. She placed the second part on his cock and the two clicked together. Grace then slipped a key into what must have been a lock, turned it, and stood up with a satisfied smile on her face.

Grady looked down at the device that now encased his cock. It was immediately obvious that an erection would be impossible while he was locked inside it.

"Grace, what the fuck? What's going on? What is this thing you put on me?"

"It's a chastity device. It gives me control over your erections. Over your pleasure, really."

"Are you out of your fucking mind? Why would you do this?"

"Because Eva deserves a good marriage, Grady. Because I'm going to ensure that you're a perfect husband for her."

Grady thrashed against the handcuffs and succeeded only in causing significant pain in his wrists. "Please, Grace, take this thing off of me and uncuff me. Just let me out of here."

"No."

Again Grady thrashed. Again he hurt his wrists.

"You need a little time to calm down. I'll be back."

Grace turned and left and Grady began screaming for help. He did so until his throat hurt, which didn't take all that long. He then tried to move the chair, which proved heavy enough that moving it more than a few inches was all but impossible. He then thrashed against the handcuffs, but by that point the pain was significant enough that a few seconds later he was in agony.

Then Grady gave up. He gave up and he waited. He'd been taken prisoner by his girlfriend's sister and all he could do was wait and hope that she wasn't going to do something horrifying to him.

At some point - Grady lost track of time - Grace returned. He felt a sense of anger the moment she walked in the room, but it was clear she was in control and there was little point in raging at her.

"Are we feeling a little calmer?" Grace asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry about my behavior before."

She smiled and bent over. She ran her fingers over the part of his wrists not obscured by the cuffs. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"A little."

"Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?"

Grace didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she dropped to her knees, leaned in, and softly kissed the skin around the handcuff. Her lips then moved over his hand and to his fingers. She kissed each of them and then looked up at Grady and took his index finger in her mouth.

"What are you doing?"

Grace sucked on his finger, moving it in and out of her mouth.

"No, Grace, please, stop."

It wasn't that Grady found the finger sucking gross or unpleasant. It was that he found it arousing. It was inappropriate. He couldn't find it arousing.

Then he felt the pain between his legs. It took a moment to realize that it was the pain of his cock trying to get hard in the chastity device. It was agonizing. Astonishingly so, in fact.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" she asked.

"Yes."

Grace stood, smiled, and turned around. "I noticed you staring at my ass. This dress makes it look rather irresistible, doesn't it?"

He didn't answer. She was right, of course, but he didn't answer.

Grace lifted the bottom of her dress until the entirety of her ass was exposed. Grady stared for just a moment and then looked away.

"Don't look away," she said. "Look at my ass, Grady."

He refused.

"Look at my ass or you'll never get out of this room."

Grady looked. He couldn't imagine Grace would actually keep him in that room forever, but he clearly didn't know her at all, so he stared.

Grace backed up until his knees touched the backs of her legs. Then she sat down. She dropped her soft, warm, round, perfect ass into his lap. He felt it against his caged cock.

She began to grind in his lap like he imagined a stripper did when you paid for a dance. She leaned back until her cheek rested gently against his. She moaned and then turned her head and kissed his neck. Grady tried to lean away, but he could only go so far and Grace's lips could easily follow.

"Grace, please, stop," he pleaded.

His cock ached. The pain was incredible. He couldn't help himself, though. She was giving him a lap dance. Any man's cock would have attempted to get hard in that moment.

Grace stood, turned around, and smiled as she let her dress fall over her ass. She looked down at Grady's cock and his gaze followed. He saw his flesh poking through the openings in the red chastity cage and he felt the continued pain of being denied the erection his body craved.

"I'm in control now, Grady," she said. "You're not coming out of that cage until I say so. Until I've finished my assessment of your suitability as a husband for my sister."

"Grace, you have to know that this is insane."

"It's not, Grady. This will be the fifth time I've done this sort of assessment. Noel was the first. I've done it for three of my friends. All four of us are blissfully happy in our marriages with husbands that come as close to perfect as a man can get. Eva deserves to join that club and that device you're wearing is the first step to helping her achieve the marriage she deserves."

"That's really all this is? You just want to make sure I'll be a good husband for Eva?"

Grace nodded.

"Well, we can both agree on the fact that Eva deserves a great husband and a great marriage. Your method of getting there seems way, way over the top, though."

She smiled. "If you think this is over the top, you're going to be stunned at what comes next."

Grace offered no further details, though the look on her face made Grady suitably nervous.

"So what do I have to do to earn your approval and get this thing off?"

"You have to prove that you're the right kind of husband for Eva."

"That's not an answer."

Grace smiled and lifted the bottom of her dress, revealing her green satin panties. Grady noticed a wet spot and watched as Grace pushed her fingers down the front of her underwear. She moaned softly and he looked away.

"Look at me."

Fearing another slap across the face, Grady returned his gaze to the masturbating woman in front of him. He watched Grace's fingers move in her panties. He listened to the exceptional wetness and despite his best efforts, Grady's cock once again attempted to get hard.

"Please, Grace, stop."

She pulled her fingers from her panties and Grady noted that they looked far wetter than he expected. She stepped closer and extended her hand.

"Open your mouth."

Grady wanted to resist, but it was fruitless. She was right that he wasn't in control. He opened his mouth and her fingers were soon on his tongue.

The taste was not what he expected. It was, in fact, unpleasant. It was salty and bitter.

"Suck."

Grady closed his lips around her fingers and he sucked. He sucked them clean as she pushed them deeper into his mouth and pulled out. The unpleasant taste danced over his tongue.

Grace leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek before whispering, "You just tasted another man's cum."

Her words registered, but it took a few seconds before the meaning of them fully dawned on Grady. He felt a mild tightness in his chest as anxiety gripped him. "What?"

"The man you saw when you first arrived. You just tasted his cum."

"But...but that wasn't Noel."

"No, it wasn't. That was my lover. That was the man I call when I need to be well and truly fucked, when I need to be fully and completely satisfied."

"You're cheating on Noel."

She laughed. "No. I cuckold my husband. I don't cheat. Noel is well aware that I fuck other men. Noel enjoys that I fuck other men. It took him quite some time to discover his enjoyment, but he's come around to the bliss of being a cuck and of being married to a woman that's unafraid to seek her satisfaction in whatever way she desires. Eva will come around to that, too."

Grady shook his head. "No. No. No."

Grace pushed her fingers into her panties once more. She penetrated herself and pulled them free. She presented them to Grady, but he kept his mouth shut. There was little point to it, though, as she managed to shove them into his mouth.

"Suck them clean," she hissed while grasping his balls with her free hand.

Grady sucked. He sucked her cummy fingers clean. He tasted another man's cum. A total stranger's cum. Grace rewarded him by caressing his balls and his caged cock. She kissed his neck, too, and despite everything, it felt good. Pleasure rushed through his body. He closed his eyes and sucked gently on her fingers.

"That's good," she whispered. "You're already learning. That's a very good sign, Grady. It might not take long to finish my assessment if you continue to learn this quickly."

She pulled her fingers free and lowered her panties, revealing her pussy, which appeared to Grady to have been vigorously fucked, at least based on how puffy her labia were.

Grace held up her panties and Grady noted that a fair amount of her lover's cum had collected in the gusset. He feared that Grace would make him lick it clean, but instead she ran her fingers through it and placed them in her mouth, sucking all the cum off of them.

Then, to his horror, Grace leaned in and kissed him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and she transferred the cum - or at least some of it - to him.

More horrifying, though, was the arousal Grady felt. He told himself it was simply because a beautiful woman was kissing him, but that didn't make it any less awful that his cock was trying to get hard while Grace pushed cum into his mouth.

"Mmm, that was lovely," she said. "Something of a turn on, actually. I'll be sitting on Noel's face for quite some time when he gets home. He'll be thankful for that, Grady. He enjoys servicing my pussy more than you can imagine."

Grace put her panties on and fixed her dress. She then returned to the dresser and retrieved a key that he hoped would be for the chastity device.

"I'm going to release you from the cuffs now. You might be inclined to search my house for the key to that device on your cock, but I can assure you that you won't find it. You might be inclined to attack me - given what I've done to you - but I would encourage you to think of Eva before you do anything hasty. After all, my sister will dump you if I tell her that you tried to assault me."

"I'm not going to attack you."

She smiled. "No, of course not. Instead, you're going to go straight home to Eva. You might try and remove the device - perhaps go to a trusting locksmith - but if your cock is not locked in that cage the next time I see you, I can assure you that Eva will break up with you."

"You seem confident that your sister won't be utterly outraged at what you've done to me, Grace. You're insane. The moment I show her this cage on my cock she's going to call you, scream at you, and demand that you bring her the key. She's going to cut you out of her life. She might even call the police."

Grace laughed. "She's not going to do any of that, Grady. She's going to thank me, in fact."

She was clearly insane, but there was no point in arguing with her. Grady just wanted to get out of her house and home to Eva so they could sort out what to do about her insane sister.

Grace unlocked the cuffs and Grady got dressed as she watched over him. She then led him back to the front door before leaning against it and blocking his way.

"May I leave?" he asked.

Grace smiled. "I enjoyed myself, Grady, and I think that if you really think about it you'll realize that you enjoyed yourself, too. Either way, though, I'll be seeing you soon."

She stepped aside and opened the door and Grady rushed out before she could trap him again. He didn't bother looking back. He got in his car and sped away, making a beeline for Eva's house.

"Eva!" Grady called out as he stepped inside.

"In the bedroom!"

Grady ran up the stairs and rushed down the hallway to find Eva sitting in her bed wearing a tank top and a pair of green satin pajama shorts. He'd never seen them before and was momentarily thrown as he thought of Grace's dress and panties.

"Welcome home," Eva said with a smile.

"Your sister's insane, Eva. She's insane. We need to...well, I don't know what we need to do, but she's insane."

Eva didn't seem anywhere near as concerned as Grady wanted her to be. In fact, she seemed utterly unperturbed despite the panicked tone in his voice.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"She...she handcuffed me to a chair in her office and put my...my...she put my cock in some kind of prison."

Eva stared at him for a few seconds and calmly asked, "Can I see it? The prison, I mean."

Grady felt like he was losing his mind. Did Eva just not believe him? Did she think he was the crazy one? The easy solution was to show her the chastity device, so he stripped from the waist down and stood there with his caged cock on display.

Eva smiled.

"Why are you smiling?"

"It's cute."

"Eva, what the fuck? Did you hear me? Your sister basically kidnapped me for an hour and locked my cock in a chastity device that seems very, very difficult to remove. At the very least it would be hugely humiliating to have someone remove it. We need to go over there and you need to demand that she give you the key so you can unlock me."

Eva looked away for a moment and asked, "Do you know what it's like to waste years of your life on a bad relationship? And I mean literal years."

"What?"

"I've been thinking about that very thing since I had drinks with Grace. I've been thinking about it constantly, in fact. Scott stole five years of my life. Six if you count the year we spent dating. Six of the best years of my life, Grady. I don't think I realized just how much anger I'm harboring about that. Not until I talked to Grace. Not until she told me she was going to give me the gift of ensuring that you're the man I want to marry."

"Eva! This is insane! Do you see what she did to my cock? Do you see my wrists? Do you see how they're already black and blue?"

"My understanding is that the injuries to your wrists are your own fault. You didn't have to struggle the way you did, Grady."

He was speechless.

"Grace called. We talked while you were on your way over here. And for what it's worth, a few days ago she shared some of the details of how she goes about ensuring that a man is worthy of being a husband. I did think it all seemed a bit extreme, but Grace and the three friends she's helped have the happiest marriages of anyone I know."

"Are their husbands happy?" Grady asked.

Eva stood and walked towards him with a remarkably suggestive sway in her hips. "They are. I know it seems hard to believe, but they are. Noel is the happiest husband I've ever met."

"His wife cheats on him!"

"She cuckolds him, Grady. There's a difference. He's a willing participant. She doesn't force him to watch her fuck other men. She doesn't force him to lick her pussy clean afterwards. He does it willingly. He gets off on it. Just like you will."

Clearly, Eva was just as insane as her sister. Grady had somehow not seen it in the months they'd dated.

Eva cupped his balls and her fingers danced over the wrinkled flesh as she leaned in. Her lips found his neck and she offered a series of slow, sensual kisses with just a hint of her tongue dancing over his skin.

"I love you, Grady," she whispered. "I want to marry you, but I can't take the risk of throwing away another five years of my life. I need to let Grace work her magic. I need you to let her work her magic. When she's done, you'll be released from your cage."

Grady felt the ache of his cock trying to grow. "Eva...please...I'll be a good husband. I will. You don't need your sister to do whatever insane shit she wants to do. I've had enough of it already. Please."

Eva reached up and slipped two fingers into his mouth. Grady wanted to back away, but some part of him kept him in place. It made him suck on her fingers. He got turned on as he did so, mostly because he could see the arousal in his girlfriend's eyes.

"My sister is not like most women. My sister is also happier than most women. I want to be happy like her and I refuse to waste any more of my life on an undeserving man. If you want to break up with me, though, I'll understand. I'll tell Grace to unlock you and we can go our separate ways."

Eva continued to slowly penetrate Grady's mouth as she kissed his neck. He kept sucking on her fingers, too, and his dick throbbed in the cage. It felt utterly foolish to deny that he was turned on, even if he found Grace's methods utterly horrifying.

"I don't want to break up with you," he said when Eva finally pulled her fingers free. "I think this is all insane...but I want to be with you, Eva. I do."

She smiled and then lowered her pajama shorts, revealing her pussy. "Grace suggested I sit on your face when you get home. I'd like to do so. I'd like to have multiple orgasms, too. Get in the bed."

Grady took off his shirt and crawled into the bed. He didn't mind Eva sitting on his face. He liked making her cum. He told himself he wouldn't eat another man's cum again, though, and he definitely wouldn't be turned into a cuckold. He couldn't. He could never do that.