'Do I have to wear this?' I had whined, modelling the white briefs as instructed. I hated the way they looked and Jennifer Korbin knew it. She enjoyed the humiliation on my face and knew I would be even more humiliated when I followed her to the beach and everybody could see me. The swimming briefs were a size smaller than I needed, stretched and tight around my groin and to the astute observer, my cock cage could be easily ascertained. 'Yes, honey, you have to wear it,' Jennifer had pronounced. 'It looks cute. Some of the girls might think you have a big package.' We both knew that the moment that any woman came close to me they would see the tiny outline of the hard mesh that constrained my cock and realise I wore a chastity device. That device had imprisoned my cock since our wedding day a year ago. It was summer and Jennifer Korbin liked to vacation at her father's beach house for two months. Each year before we were married, Jennifer would live at the beach house and look for what she called, her boys of the summer. 'Summer isn't summer, darling, without them!' I didn't know then what Jennifer got up to but I do now. Jennifer Korbin would search for handsome, firm muscly men a few years younger than her and fuck them senseless until she tired of them, discarding them without a second thought, sending them on their way with tales of the rich women who was a sex machine. I guessed that, for some of them, the memory would last a lifetime. Then she searched for another - the huntress of the beach, fuelled by an immense sexual appetite and powered by her father's billions! And Jennifer won't change her ritual just because she got married.