The Key

The Key (cuckold, boss, owned wife)

by Don Jetman



I lay on our bed as she tried dress after dress. She inspected her reflection, glanced at me in the mirror, and asked the same question after each one.

"Would he like this one better?"

I had never seen any of them before - not a single dress a loving wife would have bought to please her husband. There were black ones and red ones, one made of shimmering silver, and a white sheath that was nearly transparent. They were all so much shorter than anything I had seen her wear, and a few barely contained her full bust providing a daring display that threatened to expose a hint of pink where her nipples strained against the fabric. I was shocked at first, then utterly overwhelmed with nervous expectation.

"I like all of them," I confessed, my mouth dry, my gut churning. "But how am I supposed to know what dress he'll like?"

She grinned, her eyes now fixed on me in the mirror.

"Welll, he's your boss, sweetie. You should know all kinds of things about him. You let him put his hands on me all night long back then at your company awards dinner. Maybe I should wear the same dress I wore that night. Do you remember which one it was?"

I remembered all right. The little black number with the slit up the side that showed so much thigh. The night it all started. I remembered how I ignored his hand on her thigh at first, then later when he explored between her legs under our table. He was my boss. What was I supposed to do? Besides, it got me a little hard knowing he couldn't resist, that my wife was such a tempting prize to him, right there in front of me. It was partly the shock as well, that he looked straight into my eyes and grinned at me as he groped her. And she didn't seem to mind. Not one bit.

"I don't remember much about that night, except by the end of it I was pretty d r u n k," I said.

Her grin grew wider, and she nodded.

"That I remember very well, sweetie. You disappeared and Charles had to drive me. You lost your wallet and he had to pay the cab fare at three o'clock in the morning when you finally found your way home. That look on your face..."

She was still grinning.

~*~

That night. The night I was terrified he'd fuck her. That he'd fuck my beautiful wife. She had been so taken with him. So uncharacteristically girly around him. So deferential to him. Like I wasn't even there. They were in the shower together at home when I finally found them, her giggling, him teasing her about what a dirty little wife she was. I stood there without a sound, staring into the frosted glass as two wet, naked bodies pressed against it from the other side. It had been no surprise that he'd try to fuck my wife - he was known for the otherwise dangerous pursuit of wife-fucking. But he was the boss, our CEO, and few dared to out him or retaliate. Marriages simply mysteriously dissolved, or became tense, silent, sexless "partnerships" after his conquests. For us it had become much, much different.

I don't know why I got hard watching them. I can't remember taking my dick out and masturbating. I stood there listening to Amanda's glowing compliments about his cock. I do remember the shower door opening, the horrified look on Amanda's face, and his unapologetic grin as they stood naked before me with his arm around her waist. I remember staring at his flaccid cock, imagining it had been inside my Amanda only minutes before. I remember her dark hair slick and wet against her neck and shoulders, her nipples still urgent and hard as droplets of water fell from them. And then his laughter.

That's when everything changed. He said he'd pay my fare if I'd finish myself then and there, in front of them. He wanted to see me cum. To cum knowing he had just fucked my wife. The mist from the shower seemed to envelop me as though I had lost my way and stumbled into a mystical cloud of some unreal fantasy. I wonder to this day why I didn't stop, why I didn't show rage or turn and run. Instead I stroked myself, transfixed by the image of them there together, imagining his semen pouring from her pussy into the shower drain. I tried. I really did. And I really failed.

"I - I just - can't," I stammered after a while. "Just, um, too much to d r i n k..."

Suddenly they were in front of me, near to me, dripping water on the floor at my feet. His wide grin. Her look of astonished surprise.

"I'll pay anyway," he told me. "It was worth showing your wife what you're made of. Right, Amanda?"

She nodded slowly, wide-eyed and shivering with her arms crossed over her bare breasts.

I thought I had lost her, but I was wrong. I just hadn't understood her newfound lust for cock. His cock.


~*~


Amanda never really understood. Not really. And Charles never brought it up at work. In fact, he was more generous with praise and lightened my workload a bit. Then I'd come home to find them fucking in our bed at the end of the day, shrink away in horror, and have him thank me on his way out the door. Well, not thanks, actually. At first it was, "She's an amazing fuck," then, "She's just so hungry for cock - don't you ever give her any?" I'd look at the floor, mumble some kind of reply and feel my dick start to twitch. Eventually I secretly hoped to find them fucking, lost in the fantasy, recalling the image of the thick, throbbing root of his cock buried to the hilt in my Amanda. Then my guts would churn. But I was still hard.

"So, that's what you want?" Amanda finally asked. "Or at least it excites you? Charles and I having sex, here in our bed?"

I could never explain to her how I both loved and hated it at the same time. I tried. I mostly failed.

"So, we can do it as often as we want?" she'd ask. "Whenever we want? Even if it means you and I can't have sex as often because I'm doing it with Charles?"

How was I supposed to make her understand? I craved her body more every day as the fantasies settled over me like a sometimes warm, sometimes s m o t h e r i n g blanket. Charles exhausted her, so sex between us became less frequent, just as she had predicted. When we fucked, she'd thank me. "You're so sweet to let me have this. To let me have a cock like his. To let me cum so much more often than we used to before Charles." In time she embraced our arrangement, mostly while my dick was in her. "You want him to fuck me, don't you? You know, don't you, that his cock is bigger? How much I love it inside me?"

It became my trigger. I'd cum when she used the words. When she confessed he was better. When she gladly sacrificed sex with me to fuck him - with his huge cock. She'd put the image in my head, massage it, color it, bring it to life. Then I'd watch her drooling cum-face as she thought of him and his ever-potent cock. Her unintentional gift to me - my reward for giving her to him.

Most days Amanda was still the wife I had known and loved for ten years. As beautiful, cheerful, and accommodating a wife as any man could wish for. But there were times when the fever in her belly, the hunger between her legs, made her his for hours - very long, angst-filled hours as I watched or waited for him to use her and retreat. The pain became addictive. Seeing Amanda's eyes stare into his as he fucked her. Hearing her cries and moans as he plunged into her. The adoration on her face as she lay under him in afterglow, his cock and spew now a delicious, treasured part of her marriage. But it wasn't enough for Charles.

"It was Charles's idea," she told me. "It fits over your penis like a little cage. He wants more of me, to control your 'access' to me, as he put it. I think it's just part of his kinky little games, but he's serious. If you don't, he won't fuck me anymore. So will you try it? For me? Please?"

Giving more of her to him was just fire to the fantasy. More of his huge cock ravaging her pussy, more of the angst that fueled my excuse to let him have her, more of the i n t o x i c a t i o n of the images, sounds, and sloppy aftermath Amanda used to lure me further into Charles's maze of s u b m i s s i o n. So I submitted, for Amanda.

~*~

She decided on the dress without my help. It was a scrap of screaming, shimmering blue, stretched over her breasts and hips, offering every curve and crevice to anyone without a second glance. She was flesh in a blue wrapper, her body brazenly daring, begging to be unwrapped and consumed. I remembered the day when she'd have sneered at a woman in the dress, so sure she was a slut or hooker. I gasped when I noticed the jutting mound above her pussy and a hint of the cleft between the outline of engorged, swollen labia just beneath the wisp of fabric. The dress might as well have been transparent below her waist.

"You're really going out in that, with nothing underneath?" I asked. "Where's he taking you?"

"I have no idea. But it's sweet of you to be concerned. He just likes to show me off. His friends think it's hot that he's fucking someone's wife and that my husband knows. I'm flattered that they all want me too, but Charles makes it clear I belong to him - well, at least my body does. I'll spend the night with Charles and have him drop me back here sometime tomorrow. So don't worry, I'll be in good hands."

"I'm used to imagining you in his hands," I told her, reluctantly. "So, while I'm thinking of you with him, could you let me out of this thing? At least for tonight? It's rubbing me raw, and I really need to cum. It's been almost a month now. I promise to imagine his big cock in you when I cum. Please?"

Amanda opened one of her dresser drawers and rummaged through layers of winter clothing. She retrieved a tiny hinged box, opened it, found the key to my cage under the false bottom, and put it in her purse.

"Just a little longer," she promised. "Charles tells me you'll thank him, eventually. We know how desperately you want my pussy. And as my husband, you deserve to have it. But the longer you go without, the longer you see me give it to Charles whenever he wants it, the better sex will be when he agrees to let you have me. Just try not to think about my lips sealed around his cock, sucking every last drop of cum out of him after he fucks me for hours tonight. Try to be patient - it'll only be another month or two..."

What wonderful writing, I'm already shaking with cuckold angst thinking about her wonderful, casual seeming cruelty 🥰

BumNote

Thanks, BumNote. These little shorts are fun to write - little outbursts of fantasy angst from the darker corners of my imagination. You really do get it - "Casual" is the key here - almost as though she doesn't realize how cruel she's being at times. Imagine the t o r t u r e ...

Don

I'm imagining how ****** it would be. I'm also imagining crawling over the floor in a cage to kiss her stilettoed feet and thank her for it too 😈

Heh heh - that would probably come later - I think Charles would be a good wife trainer, although I'm imagining Amanda would have some twisted instincts of her own...

I can't wait for more, but I guess I'll have to as patient as all good cucks need to be 😊

Fantastic. Can't wait for the next part.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Awesome
Droopy and Miss

Great little story, thank you for sharing

Too an amazing story
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

more please

All the comments are very very much appreciated, everyone. This was written as a short one-off, but your enthusiasm has persuaded me to extend it, at least a bit. This one's pure cuckold angst as the husband struggles with his inner conflict between his excitement and h u m i l i a t i o n. Just a fantasy, but I'm in an especially cucky mood lately. If it works for you, let me know. If it falls flat, I'm still grateful that you've enjoyed the first chapter.

Don

Amazing story keep it going! Long term chastity denial and maid service! Listening in the spare room! 😍
Droopy and Miss

The Key - 2

The key to my cage wasn't the only way Charles had chosen to cuckold me. He convinced Amanda that he should have his own key to our house. It was a Sunday afternoon when he and Amanda sat me down in our living room and told me. Charles sat beside her on our sofa and explained his request as though it was something I should have expected. It wasn't.

"It'll make things easier for all of us," he told me. "I can be with Amanda whenever I want, or whenever she needs my cock, and we won't have to find a hotel after a night out. You'll never have to worry about her safety or where she is all night. It'll be a favor to you, really."

"But, people will see you together when you take her out, won't they?" I asked. "Are you promising that will stop as long as you can keep things private here?"

"Of course not," Charles explained. "We'll still go out on our weekly 'dates'. Amanda loves the fine dining and nightlife. It wouldn't be fair to her. You wouldn't want to deprive her of the things she loves, would you?"

I couldn't help imagining her in the scandalous dresses she wore for him, her arm in his as he paraded her here and there through the city like a trophy. Everyone would see them together. Everyone would suspect. Our friends, neighbors, the people I worked with - they'd all assume he's fucking my wife. I imagined Amanda there beside him, her delicious body irresistible, her face glowing, and though unseen to others, her cunt dripping in anticipation for the end of the evening when he'd slide his immense cock inside her and she'd cum for him, over, and over, and over.

"But, what will I tell people?" I asked, nervously. "The other managers at work will all know. What will I say to them when they see you and Amanda together? I have to work with these people. How will I face them every day?"

Charles put his hand on Amanda's knee and moved the hem of her cotton dress higher as he spoke to me. She glanced at me, then watched his fingers trail along the inside of her bare thigh. Her dress was nearly at her waist when she moved her legs apart and his finger began to stroke the dampening crease of her panties. I heard her take a sudden, halting breath, then saw the corners of her wide mouth rise in a shivering, shy, helpless smile.

"The people you're so concerned about know who I am, what I do. They won't say a thing. They won't act any differently toward you. Why? Because they'll do anything to protect the extravagant lifestyles I provide. And, I've had their wives, every one of them. And believe it or not, they let me have them, without a hint of objection. Oh, and their wives, well, I can assure you, they have absolutely no objection either. I'm no longer surprised at how so many neglected wives dream of a cock like mine and greedily accept it while their limp-dicked, overworked husbands slave away just to please me. I'm sure you know the feeling - well, you do now."

I shouldn't have been surprised at what he told me. His reputation as a player, as a wife-fucker, was legendary. But had I neglected Amanda? Had I spent too many hours at work and too few satisfying her in our bed? Had I missed his perverted interest in her early on? Had I taken for granted the attention men constantly showered on her and carelessly assumed he was just one of many envious admirers?

"So, what happens now?" I asked. "Do we just go on like this, you and Amanda fucking while I stand by trapped in this cage thing? Does it ever end? When will making me wear this thing night and day end?"

"What happens now is up to you," he told me. "How willing are you to behave? To do what you're told? Without question?"

Amanda struggled to appear calm while his fingers pried aside the narrow strip of panties and began to milk her clit with maddening precision. She had spread her knees with her legs splayed; I could openly see her wet center and engorged clit and labia. Her head was turned away from me, her eyes closed, her breathing even and deep.

"And if I don't?" I asked. "If I refuse and go to the board with the truth about your little wife-fucking game?"

He just grinned at me, still busy between Amanda's legs. "Fine. Go ahead. Make it public. Let everyone know how much your wife loves my cock. I have pictures to prove it. And you'll probably never work again, at least not for any of the businesses where I have any influence, and there are quite a few. Meanwhile, the life you've provided for Amanda, the privileged one she's grown to love, will vanish. Maybe then she'd be happier with someone like me - someone with money and a big cock. Would you like that, Amanda?"

She was panting, still looking away from me, when she moaned, "Unh..Unh..Unh.." She was so utterly in heat, her breasts rising and falling as though she struggled to take in the air she needed to go on.

"I'm not sure that was a 'yes', but I'll let you imagine it was," he suggested. "She's always so delirious while she's cumming. Have you found that to be true? Or, maybe not..."

In the moment, I couldn't see a way out. He had obliterated every option I could think of, except one.

"If I agree?" I offered. "That you can do whatever you want with Amanda? And promise to 'behave', to do whatever you say?"

"Then I take your sweet wife upstairs to your bed, just as I'll so immensely enjoy from now on, and fuck her senseless as you sit here and ponder your successful future with me. But I would like an additional favor from you first. As an offer of your willing participation in our little threesome, why don't you strip her before Amanda and I go to bed? You'd like that, wouldn't you, Amanda? Witnessing your husband's eagerness to let you have my cock in you again?"

Then she was standing before me, her body trembling, head bowed with her green eyes hidden from sight.

"Now Amanda, be a good girl," he said. "Tell your husband what you want."

Her words were quiet but clear. "Do what he says. You have to get used to this. Strip me."

The light cotton dress slid from her body after I unfastened the last button, and she stepped out of it. Her breasts fell free, round and heavy, as I unhooked the clasps of her bra and pulled the straps from her delicate shoulders. I had never imagined stripping Amanda naked for another man. It was as though I was his servant, f o r c e d to prepare her for some yet unseen act of depravity. The sleek lines of her naked body never failed to get me hard, and the cage dug into me as I stood there beside her waiting for his final approval.

"I'm curious," he told me, finally. "Do you expect me to fuck your wife with her panties on? Is that how you fuck her?"

Surrendering all hope of escaping my final h u m i l i a t i o n, I began to lower her panties, at first over her round little ass, then down along her thighs.

"No no no, man! Show a little respect, will you? On your knees, from the back, so I can see what I own now. You know? That part of your wife that I own? What is it? Tell me!"

I wasn't to be spared anything, even the gut-wrenching admission that I had no choice other than to offer him Amanda's body, piece by piece.

"Her pussy," I told him, burning with shame. "You own her pussy."

"Then show me what I own. Be a good husband. Strip her naked for me, then beg me to fuck her. And make it sound like you mean it."

I could feel the heat pour from her body as I lowered the panties down her legs, then over her bare feet as she stepped out of them. Her slim thighs were parted just enough for me to see between them, her swollen, juicy cunt open and hungry for cock. I wanted to touch her there, to put just a single finger between her sopping pussy lips and enter her before he put his cock in her. I told myself even that would be some consolation, to enter my wife however briefly before he did - to feel her clenching pussy around my finger and know it was me who excited her first. But would I dare take the chance, there on my knees before the man who could ruin us?

"Amanda and I are waiting to hear you beg," he warned. "I'm sure it's frustrating for her, waiting here impatiently for my cock while her husband keeps her from it. We need to hear you beg!"

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll do it." The words stuck in my throat with consuming, helpless surrender.

"P-please, fuck my wife."

"That doesn't sound very convincing to me," he said. "We need to hear you beg like the life you now know depends on it."

"Please, please fuck my wife! Please fuck Amanda! I want you to - I really do! Please!"

"Did you hear that, Amanda?" he asked, leering at her naked breasts and pussy. "Do you think he's sincere? That he wants my cock in you? Upstairs in your bed? Any time I want you?"

She lifted her eyes to meet his when she answered. "I do. I do, Charles."

Her words sounded almost like marriage vows. Words so soft and certain, words that made her pussy drip as I stared between her legs on my knees behind her.

I stood, and he took her hand and led her to the stairs. He stopped her there while he whispered in her ear. Then she turned toward me, her delicious body on display, so warm and inviting under the dimmed overhead lights.

"I do want him to fuck me," she promised. "I want you to know that. I love his big cock. You have to let me have it now. You have to. You have no choice."

I told myself he had made her say those things, that in her heart she was still mine. I told myself his huge cock couldn't take her from me, that she'd still love me, still be my wife, in spite of the sex she now craved with him. But his hands were on her as they climbed the stairs - on her tits and ass, his fingers bunched together and thrust up inside her. And then her breathless response, "Oh Charles, Oh God, yes, Charles..."

I had never heard the sounds Amanda made before as I listened for hours at the foot of the stairs. At first there were the familiar moans, then guttural a n i m a l sounds that finally became shrieking obscenities. Then came her desperate begging for more, more of his "amazing fucking cock" that filled the house with no concern that I night overhear. Her shrieking would rattle me again soon after, sounds that made me imagine his cock so impossibly large that she was barely able to take it. Finally, it was his growls and grunts that assured me he was filling Amanda with unending jets of semen that would pool inside her until morning. Leaving his sperm in Amanda long after he departed was his ultimate claim to her, his certain reminder to me that her pussy was his alone now - that I had no rights to it at all. She may still be my wife, but as long as I was caged, sex with Charles would be the only sex she'd want or need. And Charles would see to it that she needed it more often than I ever imagined.

And yet, while I waited through the night for him to use Amanda, hour after hour, my erection returned again and again inside the cage. Images filled my mind of his cock stretching her, filling her to depths she had never known. I'd imagine her long legs wrapped around him, her hands gliding over his chest and arms as he plunged into her, the sweet face of my wife staring up at him in wonder and awe as she begged him not to stop. I wondered if she was having the best sex of her life, and if she'd always compare me to him. Would she remain some kind of sex trophy to him, always craving, always hungry for his huge cock, made to 'service' him at a moment's notice in our own bed? I thought about the possible future, Amanda and I still in a loving marriage, except that all her sexual needs would be met by Charles while I learned to accept that he truly did own her body for as long as he wished.

I was t o r t u r e d with all that through the night - sick that all of it might actually come true. Yet under the surface, churning and boiling, was shameful excitement, teasing a constant flow of precum from me that soaked the cage and the sofa under me by morning. How could I want my Amanda to be ravaged and ultimately satisfied by a man with total power over me and our future? How could I envision her delicate, stunningly perfect body willingly enslaved by the ultimate Alpha male while I stood by and watched him use her as a receptacle for his cum, mere meat for his voracious, depraved appetite. And yet, over and over, the image of her, fully impaled by his immense cock and begging desperately for more, had me endlessly hard.

The Key - 3

When I woke the next morning, Charles was gone. I opened my eyes when I felt Amanda's hand on my cheek as I lay on the sofa, exhausted from a fitful night's s l e e p. She was naked, her curls a tangled mess with scattered patches of Charles's crusted semen clinging to strands of sweat-soaked hair. I could smell his cologne on her, his lingering reminder that she had been his all night and would be for many nights to come.

"Was it terrible for you?" she asked, quietly. "Charles can be so demanding at times, but I had no idea he'd make you do those things."

Her body was so temping, so mouthwatering, even after she had been used beyond anything I could have possibly done in our past. She smiled when I ran my hands over shoulders, breasts, and belly. Then, between her legs, I felt the lingering, sticky pool of his semen still seeping from her. I pulled back, staring at my slimy fingers, suddenly put in my place again by Charles' parting gift.

"So, he came in you again this morning?" I asked. "Did he just leave? I didn't hear him go."

"I'm so sorry, honey. He wanted me one more time, and you know how I love sex in the morning. I just can't seem to say 'no' to him, and, well, you know we really have no choice."

"Can you please unlock me now?" I begged. "This thing's so painful, and I'm so hard seeing you naked so close to me."

"Charles won't allow me to have sex with you without his permission even if I could unlock you. But he has the key now. It's the only way he can be sure I'm, well, 'faithful' to him, as he put it. I wish I could. I didn't know it would be so painful. And I know you want to fuck me so badly. Give me some time to talk to Charles. Maybe I can get him to agree to let you out now and then if I promise to - "

She stopped mid-sentance as if finishing was something I wouldn't want to hear.

"If you promised him what, Amanda? Do you think he'd really agree?"

She took my hand and removed it from her thigh. "This is what I'd have to promise - that you couldn't touch me like that, ever. He doesn't just want to fuck me, sweetheart - he wants to own my body completely, every inch of me. I told him I couldn't do that to you, that we're still married and we love each other. We need that kind of affection, the hand-holding, the caressing, and I love kissing you, even if we can't make love anymore. Still, if you really want me to, I could probably trade my agreement for him freeing you. Would you want me to do that?"

I could see in her eyes that she was serious, that she'd consider giving all of her body to him in exchange for my freedom. But how could I live with that? Forbidden to touch or kiss my own wife? Knowing he'd have her entire body all to himself, his hands groping her in public, his cock in her constantly?

"I can't ask you to consider it, Amanda. I can't lose the rest of you, the small physical part of you I can still enjoy. I'm sure this will end eventually, and surrendering all of you to him would be almost like you having a second husband, one who is just with you to fuck you."

She smiled at me and took my hand again, placing it on her breast. "Well, let me talk to him anyway. Maybe we can come to a compromise. There has to be way I can help. Now I need a hot shower to help me recover. Come with me. You can soap me all over and shampoo and condition my hair. My entire body doesn't belong to him, at least not yet."

We spent a long time under the steaming shower, washing each other, touching and stroking, enjoying the sensation of our naked bodies pressed together as we kissed. I moaned when Amanda cupped my balls in her hand, massaging them gently with her fingers.

"Is he better than me?" I whispered. "Do you cum harder?"

"Is that something you really want to know, darling?"

"Please," I begged. "Tell me. I need to know."

"I can feel you thrusting against me, sweetie. And your cage looks like it might burst. Is this turning you on? Does it excite you when you think of me with him? When you think of him making me cum?"

"Please don't make me say it - just tell me," I begged again.

"I'm just surprised, that's all," she answered. She began to whisper close to my ear as she palmed my balls. "But if you really want to know, in a way he is better. The way he handles me and talks to me, so confidently and in control. But you know that, don't you? That I love the way he demands my s u b m i s s i o n to him? And honestly, the way he demands your s u b m i s s i o n too. At times I feel like he 'owns' both of us, and that makes me soo wet. Is that too much for you to hear?"

"Tell me, Amanda. Is he really big? A lot bigger than me? Do you love how his cock feels inside you? Do you cum harder for him than you do with me? The truth, Amanda? Please?"

"You poor thing," she whispered softly in my ear. "You're so worked up, so excited. I can feel your heart pounding. But if you want, I'll tell you." She closed her hand over my balls and squeezed lightly, over and over as she spoke. "He's wondeful in bed, honey. Yes, better than you. Better than you've ever been. I'm addicted to his giant cock. It stretches me, fills me, and I cum so hard when all of it's buried inside me. It's the kind of sex I've always wanted, the way I always imagined it should be."

Her hand closed more tightly around my balls, pulling at them, then exploring, digging into them with her fingers. I gasped, afraid she might be so deeply taken by her story that she might lose control and crush them. But I was still so hard inside the cage, so urgently hard for her, so painfully hard to have her tell me how she wanted his 'giant' cock more than mine. I could feel my orgasm building as she played with me. The cage was soaked with my precum. It flowed through the metal bars and made her hand slippery as she rolled my balls between her fingers.

"Oh, sweetie - no, you can't cum! He'll be so angry if he asks me, and I can't lie to him. I'll stop. There - see? Now I can tell Charles I didn't let you cum. He wants you to save all your cum for later - when it will feel so much better for you. I shouldn't have teased you so much. But sweetie, you got so excited. You do imagine us together, don't you? Having a powerful man like Charles fuck me does excite you, doesn't it? It's okay - you can tell me. Please tell me sweetie. It will make everything so much better."

"Fuck, Amanda, I need to cum so badly! It's been so long! I can't help it, but yes, thinking of his big dick in you excites me. Thinking of you cumming under him excites me. That he owns your pussy, and maybe every inch of your body soon excites me. I don't know why, but it does. Yes, a powerful man sticking his huge cock in my wife excites me. And it sickens me. And then excites me even more. Now you know."

Amanda put her arms around me and hugged me, her slick, firm body so warm and wet against me. As much as I wanted her, something in me began to accept that her body was now Charles' property, and that it was exactly what she wanted. Maybe she deserved his huge cock. Maybe I never gave her what she needed in bed. Maybe she was meant to have a cock like his.

"See, now isn't that better?" she told me. "All you had to do was tell me. It won't be so bad, will it? And I can promise you that Charles has some very kinky surprises for us. Maybe you'll even get to cum soon."

"Has he said that? That it will happen soon? And when it does, will you even want my dick after having his now?"

She reached down and took my caged dick in her hands, lifting it slightly as if testing its size and weight. I could feel the tips of her fingers through the spaces in the metal bars, her nails grazing the sensitive skin hear he tip where my precum still flowed constantly. Then she looked into my eyes as if peering inside me.

"It's been so long, sweetie, that I almost forget what you're like down there. After seeing your little thing trapped inside that cage for so long, I can't remember it being any bigger than it is now, just a few inches long. I'm sure it must have been, but we both know you've never had a dick you were proud of. But honestly, there's something reassuring about seeing you like this. We don't want to anger Charles, and in a way it's comforting to know you have to follow his rules, that your penis is so non-threatening when it's locked up like this. It does help you to behave for Charles, and he loves that."

"But do you, Amanda? You can't enjoy seeing me made a prisoner like this, can you? I get so hard when I see you naked for him, and it's so painful like this. Don't you miss making love with me? Sometimes it's like you have no sympathy for me at all."

She rolled her eyes at me, released my balls, and stepped out of the shower. I followed her, watching her towel her delicious body from head to toe. Imagining Charles' hands on her was unbearable.

"If you're going to start pitying yourself I can't help you," she said, now making an effort to avoid looking at me. "You should know that while you're whining about your dick, it makes me wet knowing you have to let him have me, that a man like Charles has gelded my husband while he uses me. It isn't all about dick size, sweetie. Maybe if you had been more like Charles over the years, just 'taking' me like I've always dreamed a man should, none of this would have happened. Anyway, he wants you to start dressing me, so come along and I'll show you some of the new clothes he wants me to wear. And don't bother getting dressed yourself. The only way to get over your self-pity is to keep your cage on display around the house. I'm not sure I believe him, but he says you'll be proud of it eventually, just like you'll be proud to give my body to a man like him when I need to be fucked. Do you think that's true? I mean, you're already hard every time he puts his cock in me. Maybe you will learn to be proud of becoming my sweet cuckold husband..."

This is an amazing story!! Please keep writing !!
Droopy and Miss

As a genuine cuckold I find it horny that I cant see my wife fucking but listening only! It amazing feeling of angst locked in my cage totally jealous of hearing her Bull cumming inside her!! Love this story!!
Droopy and Miss

Thanks, shankly. I'll be traveling over the next few days but will continue as I have time. Charles may corrupt the innocent Amanda until she's a completely different woman while her husband has to stand by and watch.

Bravo, this is great. Please continue, looking forward to the dressing and the new clothes Charles bought her and the cuckold f0rced to dress her.. Personally, i have a thing for stiletto heels ?? LOL... Looking forward to the next installment.

cuckold_2
Yes. And he needs to be more submissive and humiliatingly in some of the deviant games and sexually perverted activities Charles has planned to exploit her body for his pleasure and entertainment.

Cuckold_2

I agree with you on the stilettos! Nothing better than being made to crawl to them and ordered to lick them by mistress.

Don

This story is amazing, beautifully written and I'm loving how Amanda is slowly changing and enjoying grinding the poor cuckold down.

omg yes yes yes. it is the absolutely hot sequel to the first chapter. I love this story because I think I am ready to go that way too. If you feel any further inspiration, please keep this story alive
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Well, I just couldn't resist adding another chapter to this after all your much appreciated comments.



The Key - 4

Charles wasted no time finding excuses to use our house key. It seemed as if he was there constantly. I'd come home from work to find Amanda naked, on her knees, blowing him just inside the large bay window at the front of our house. I'd marvel at how desperately she worked on him, using her hands and mouth to edge him before he took her upstairs to our bed. Anyone passing by could see Amanda servicing him. I wondered how I'd face our neighbors, what I'd say to my best friend next door if he quietly told me Amanda was being unfaithful with this tall, powerful man who parked his Maserati in our driveway every day.

Knowing he'd want dinner not long after he finished using Amanda's body, I'd make one of his favorite dishes and serve both he and Amanda at our dining room table. He'd let me sit and eat with them most nights while he explained in juicy detail what he had done to Amanda just minutes before and how she loved every second of it.

"I can't believe you've kept this gorgeous creature's talents a secret for so long," he'd tell me. "It really does piss me off a bit that as long as you've worked for me you never told me how tight Amanda's pussy really is. But then, maybe it never felt that way to someone with your 'equipment'. Amanda tells me she didn't cum when you fucked her. Did you have any idea she was faking all those orgasms during the years you two have been married? A pity she didn't let me know sooner. But from what she tells me, she would have offered her pussy to me on her own eventually. She was just waiting for the right place and time."

Amanda reacted with a sudden frown, then 'shushed' him as though he was going too far.

"Charles! I didn't say that! Well, not exactly."

"Exactly how did you say it then?" he asked. "You've complained more than once that he couldn't make you cum."

"I said he couldn't very often, not that he never could, Charles. There's a big difference."

"Not to me there isn't. A real man should be able to make his wife cum every time, more than once. Did you ever tell him, Amanda? Did you tell him about that old boyfriend he never knew about, the one with a cock almost as big as mine? How you were disappointed that your husband's cock just didn't do it for you? That he was a disappointment from the night of your honeymoon to the day I first fucked you? That you were wet every time we met at a company party and I whispered in your ear that I'd have you sooner or later?"

Amanda looked down at her lap, suddenly quiet and still, then looked across the table at me. "I'm - I'm so sorry, honey - that you had to find out this way. But I always knew it wasn't your fault that your penis is small - at least smaller than my past boyfriends. But I fell in love with you, not your penis. I just liked to kiss and cuddle with you, and I did cum now and then. Maybe I did fantasize about a man with a bigger cock fucking me someday - it's just that I missed that so much, year after year. There were so many times when Charles flirted with me and then simply touched my hair or neck when you weren't looking, and I'd glance down to see the bulge in his pants and fantasize about what his cock must be like when he was hard, or what it might feel like inside me and the orgasms I'd have then. But it's not your fault. I know you can't help being born with a small penis. I just wish you would try harder in bed."

I never knew what to say to them during their talks with me. I took it all in, struggled with all the secrets Amanda had revealed to Charles, and felt smaller and smaller when I thought back over the years of our marriage when Amanda suffered in silence while she hungered for the kind of sex I couldn't give her. How many men had she fantasized about? How many had she reluctantly refused when they wanted to fuck her? And what was it about Charles that broke her resistance and finally let her fantasy Alpha man use her as he wished, knowing I may just stand by and allow it?

"Charles, we have to talk about letting him out of his cage eventually, at least temporarily." Amanda had turned to him and put her hand in his lap. I could tell her fingers were massaging his cock as she began to try to persuade him. "I don't think it's healthy to keep him from cumming for such a long time. I'm not asking you to let him fuck me, or to let me touch his dick. But might you be satisfied with something else? Maybe we could just watch him jerk off while you tell him how many ways you love fucking me. Wouldn't that prove to you that he's accepted you as the only one who can fuck me now? Isn't that what you want, knowing he's given up trying to fuck me? Knowing you've defeated him and have taken my body for yourself?"

I watched and listened quietly as Amanda pleaded her case. Charles had brought her downstairs to dinner just after they fucked, and she wore only a black, lacy robe wrapped around her at the last minute and tied at the waist. It was nearly transparent, and the sight of her firm breasts and pouting nipples through the fabric made my dick strain at the bars of my cage. I couldn't help imagining how his hands must have felt on her, how the sight and feel of her slim, silky body must have had him hard instantly. Was she thinking how much better he was than me as he pistoned in and out of her tight little pussy? Did she beg him to fuck her, and then took the full length and girth of his cock, wishing she could have had a man like him in her bed since the day we were married?

"It's admirable that you have so much pity for him, Amanda," he told her. "But I don't think it's time yet. Yes, he knows you'd rather fuck me than him now. And he may be on his way to accepting it. But he has to want it, Amanda. He has to give your body to me willingly. He has to see us as the perfect sexual couple and himself as the undeserving eunuch. I don't want him hard at all when he sees you naked. He has to be broken from that, to relish the fact that you only want my cock now, and that you're not a sexual object of any kind to him. That's when he deserves his freedom."

Amanda looked over at me, her eyes hopeful that I'd understand. "So, can you do that, sweetie? Can you give up thinking of my body as yours and find pleasure in giving me to him? You told me you get hard imagining Charles and me fucking in our bed. At least that's a start. Can you learn to be happy giving me a beautiful home life while I get all the sex I need from Charles?"

"All the sex?" I asked, stunned at her proposal. "You mean we'd never have sex, ever again?"

"Well, 'never' is a pretty strong word, sweetie. I suppose there might be a time when Charles grows tired of me and gives me back to you. I'd really miss his cock, but I know he'll want one of the new, younger wives eventually. But you shouldn't count the hours until that day comes. He says my pussy's tighter than any wife he's had so far. Couldn't you settle for just doing yourself if he lets you out of your cage? We could get you some dirty movies to watch, maybe even ones we make when Charles and I fuck. You could learn to think of sex as an activity I do with Charles, not you, every time you cum. Imagine jerking off as much as you want, grateful that Charles gives me every bit of cock that I need, and that you don't disappoint me anymore."

I watched Amanda's nipples get harder as she spoke to me. I cringed when I realized that making me her eunuch was exciting her. She had freed Charles' cock from his pants and was milking it gently with her fingers, making sure I could see every caress. Her face was hopeful, both that I would agree to take her advice, and that she might own his cock just as he owned her body.

"Maybe what he needs is a harsher lesson, Amanda," Charles said. "I think it's time we give him that. From what you've told me, he's ready."

It was disturbing to see Amanda turn down the bedspread and sheets on our bed for him as though she was inviting him to fuck her there. I stood in the open doorway and watched, shaking with fear.

"Well, come in and sit, here in this chair by the foot of the bed. I want you to remember each of Amanda's gasps and moans while I show you how it's done. Try to remember that each little sound she makes is for me, not you. You'll see a new look in her eyes, and a kind of smile on her face you've never seen before. Try to find pleasure in the fact that she's saving your job and the lifestyle you both enjoy. It all makes sense, doesn't it? That I should enjoy her body whenever I want, and that you learn to be happy to give her back the sex life she's been so hungry for, for so many years now."

They embraced at the side of the bed, kissing deeply and passionately. He stripped the robe off her and she quickly removed his clothes as if she was impatient to get his cock in her. They kissed again, their naked bodies pressed tightly together.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"I want you, not him," Amana answered without hesitation.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because you fuck me better, Charles. You make me cum."

"Such a dirty little wife," he teased. "You don't even care that your husband's listening."

"He has to know," she said between gasping breaths. "He has to hear it, he has to accept it."

Their fucking was b r u t a l and long. I had underestimated how outrageously huge his cock was, and how she could easily take every bit of it. Her pussy seemed so greedy for it, sucking it inside her with each of his powerful strokes. Her moans were as Charles had said, long and desperate, aching for the cock she had needed for so long. I watched him enter her slowly. Then he'd stop and tease her, and enter her again just a bit farther each time until the engorged root of his cock penetrated her to the hilt. I couldn't believe her pussy could possibly open far enough to welcome it, but she finally took all of him in a single, swift, deep stroke.

"Do you want more?" he asked.

"Yessss..."

"Every night?"

"Yessss, and every day," she gasped.

"And you'll never miss your husband's dick?"

"I just want yours - he has to know that."

Charles looked back over his shoulder at me. "Do you understand now? Is it finally real to you? That she only wants me to fuck her from now on?"

It was impossible to deny. I had never seen Amanda so excited, so out of control during sex. She had locked her legs around him and was clutching his ass with both hands, pulling him in, craving even more than he had given her. How could I have gone so long without understanding what she needed?

"I - I understand," I told him, still staring at the base of his cock where it entered her. "I'm so sorry, Amanda - that I could never give you what you needed. But now I know. Now I understand."

He began thrusting into her with long, powerful strokes. I could hear her little grunts when he jolted her with each thrust. She looked so tiny under him, so fragile and helpless compared to his hulking, muscular body. Seeing him naked for the first time was frightening but impressive. I could see why the other wives agreed to let him fuck them for as long as he wanted.

"Pay attention now," he told me. "I'm going to cum in her. And it's going to be long and deep inside her. Amanda loves that. Tell him, Amanda."

"Yessss, I love it. I love all of it, every drop. In my mouth, and especially in my pussy. Cum in me Charles - cum in me!"

"You have to want it too..." he growled, holding back his spew into her until he heard my answer."...as much as she does, if you ever want out of that cage. Do you? Do you want it? My sperm flooding you pretty little wife's pussy?"

I knew he'd cum in her in spite of the answer I gave him. I know Amanda wanted it. I was convinced of that. And I knew it might free me from the pain and frustration of my cage.

"I want it..." I said finally. The words just came pouring out of me. "I want it in her, your sperm in my wife, your cum in my Amanda. I do - I really do."

He threw his head back and groaned as he drained himself into her. There was so much semen, flowing, frothing, the excess leaking from her clenching pussy. Amanda's eyes were closed; she was in a kind of semi-conscious bliss, an enticing sight I had never witnessed. I wondered if she was always like this when he fucked her, whether he had taken her to new heights of erotic extremes I could never hope to match. She simply lay there wallowing in afterglow, drenched in pools of his sweat and cum.

It was then he looked back at me and grinned. "Now I'm going to roll her over and fuck Amanda's ass. But first, ask her if that's what she wants."

He was already impossibly hard again and was turning her and lifting her ass off the bed. He couldn't possibly be ready to fuck her again so soon. But his cock never seemed to tire, always huge, rigid, and ready to impale my sweet wife. Trying to ever compete with him would have been humiliating and futile.

"Amanda," I asked quietly, my voice weak and broken. "Is he right? Do you want this? To give him everything right in front of me? Does he really own that much of you?"

Her face was turned away from me half hidden in the pillow, but I could still just barely hear her answer. "More than anything. I want to give him everything, all of me. Use me, Charles. Pleease, use me so he can see..."

I watched him ease into her, then stroke faster, stretching her until I thought he would tear her open. But she just moaned - long, satisfied, unrelenting proof that she had meant what she said. When he stopped, buried to the hilt inside her, I could see the thick root of his cock spasm and contract as he filled her one more time. Amanda was shaking, thrusting her ass up toward him. "Oh Charles - oh fuck - yes - cum in me - fill me - show my husband why I can't resist your cock..."

Farrrk I'm Horny now! What a great start to the weekend!! Deny him for a long time!!
Droopy and Miss

Great writing and excellent story, Don!

I'm usually not too enthusiastic about fantasy (except where it gives me ideas for future adventures). But this is very well done. The dialog and anticipation are all very convincing.

Oh God! That's another amazing chapter, and I'm absolutely loving how they are completely breaking the cuck down and totally mind-f*cking him.
Such wonderful cruelty 😈
Thank you Dan

omg yes yes yes again. I love this story really. Please keep telling
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

I can only imagine what Amanda's Bull has in store for her husband!