The Key

Don, I'm sure I'll be delighted with any characters you create and the scenarios you put them.
I just love cruel, sadistic, D0minatrix ladies who enjoy t0rturing cucks ❤️😈🙏🏼 x

same here
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

As do I - maybe even better is a cruel Dominatrix who loves t0rturing couples...

But The Key has to come to an end first. Almost there...then, maybe a cruel sequel? Where are you, Juliet?

Don

Chapter 31



I'm sitting on our new deck, watching Kate glide over the surface of the pool. A line of low, violet, mountain ranges is just visible in the distance above the stark brilliance of the rock-strewn desert sand and scattered cacti. Our new home is comfortable but spartan. The central space has a high, vaulted ceiling, an A-frame structure that's flanked on either side by two flat wings containing a spacious kitchen and three bedrooms.

It's a huge change for both of us. Back east there was an ocean not far away, and it was green in summer and white all winter long. Upon our arrival, the van delivered us to the lone house on the edge of the desert after exiting the sparkling city, then the suburban village five miles away. Kate took to it right away, but I'm less comfortable here. The heat isn't debilitating, but my clothes were always soaked with sweat until I abandoned my jeans and T-shirts for shorts and tank tops. Kate had always been chilly back east, but here she's in her element wearing daring bikinis or sometimes nothing at all around the property. Our nearest neighbors are five miles away, so she's abandoned all modesty, every minute of every day.

I'm elated that my cage is a thing of the past. Amanda was never able to retrieve the key, so I returned from my first trip to the nearby village with a small bolt cutter that severed the lock easily in one careful snap. I get no small amount of teasing from Kate about how my penis has whithered while in the cage, but at least now we make love, and I'm sure it will return to its not-so-formidable size after it's been freed for a while. Kate doesn't seem as certain, but my hopes remain. Her insistence that she calls me "Billy" rather than Bill or William is a constant reminder that she still sees me as clearly 'beta" compared to the Alpha males in her past - she grins every time she uses the name, and I try not to show that it irks me a little. But I know it's there. I can feel it, see it in her shining eyes - that endless yearning for a cock thicker, longer, and inexhaustibly harder than mine. Alpha Cock.

Kate wasn't anxious to return to a position like hers at the gallery. She was never the pretentious type, and she never felt appreciated, or even accepted there. Instead, she noticed a 'Help Wanted' sign one day in the window of Maria's, a women's fashion boutique in the city. She applied, and was hired on the spot. I wasn't at all surprised; she looks like a fashion model these days, even in street clothes, and I was sure the owner recognized she'd be an instant success, able to easily persuade the wives of well-to-do couples who frequented the place to surrender their credit cards for the most expensive clothes on the rack. When I asked if she considered it a step down from the management position Charles had promised her, she told me, "It's the fresh start we need, remember? I took everything I needed from Charles to go forward and to be successful, so this is a chance to start over and use what I've learned. Plus, we're out from under him, untangled from his dark past. Depending on him for our existence became frightening. We can make our own future now." I never mentioned his cock. Had she also considered a future without it?

My job options were much more lucrative, but came with restrictions imposed by the Feds. Unless I wanted to sell burgers or cinnamon buns at the mall, I was left with the only options that met their approval. I interviewed with several government contractors who needed IT security professionals, all under the close watch of the very Feds who now held Charles and his associates. There was even an offer from the FBI themselves. I hadn't had any part in Charles's attempts to hide his activities; in fact, surprisingly, I was close to cracking the honey pot they had inserted into his network, and had been instrumental in taking him down. Still, I couldn't shake how I was treated by the female agent, her sarcasm, and insinuations about Amanda's role as a mere prostitute for Charles. Two months passed before I accepted a position with a software contractor whose home office was located in the nearby city. They agreed to let me work from home four days a week, so I'd only have to make the twenty-mile trek to their offices one day a week. I could carpool with Kate then until we found a second car.

I wasn't fond of having Kate spend time on her own in the city Tuesdays through Saturdays. The house seemed deserted and empty during the day; I missed watching her rise from the pool like a naked Venus, then stroll back inside where she'd delight in teasing me with an exaggerated sway of her hips and intentional jostle of her exquisite breasts. She seemed perfectly content with our life on the edge of the desert, but I couldn't help imagining her nagging preoccupation for sex with men who'd want her body at first glance. It wasn't jealousy exactly; it was the fear that in time she may want a permanent relationship with one of them that would leave me alone, overwhelmed with regret that I had agreed she could find her unfulfilled satisfaction elsewhere. We were having sex again, even several times a week, but watching her delicious, golden body pad about the surrounding grounds completely naked, day after day, did nothing to chase away my occasional anxiety.

Packages began to arrive on our doorstep, filled with the few personal items we hadn't been able to take with us. They contained mostly clothes and photos, but packed between a few of Kate's things was the "Vicente cock", still in its elegant mahogany case. I was more than surprised; I wondered if it was a final insult from my "favorite" female agent. Kate simply held it in both hands and stared for a few seconds, smiling as though she had just met an old friend. She saw the concern on my face, then told me, "It isn't really him - you don't have to worry."

"But -" I answered.

"But it is pretty, isn't it?" she cooed admiringly.

"It's pretty big - do you miss it?"

Her smile was instant. "Mmmm, I do, sometimes. But we can play with it, can't we? Just pretend? You liked watching me with him, didn't you? Well, now you can again. That won't make you jealous, will it? It's not like I'm dating him or kissing him while we fuck; I'm all yours now, night and day."

"I was only jealous of his cock, Kate," I lied.

"Oh sweetie, you can be honest with me. How could you not have been jealous? You know how obsessed with him I was. I mean, I told you he was my 'dream man', remember? It's okay - you can admit it. In fact, I like it when you're a little jealous. It shows me you still love me, in spite of everything that's happened."

"I guess, in that case, I'll have to admit it. And you're right - I never stopped loving you."

"In that case, we should invite 'him' to have a little fun," she said, grinning her sexiest grin.

I watched her peel the blue nylon shorts down along her perfect legs, then kick them aside. It was the only thing she was wearing, and I was instantly hard as I watched her climb on our bed and spread her legs. I didn't bother to undress. I knew it was 'him' she wanted; in fact, fucking her with his cock while I stayed dressed excited me. She could enjoy his immense cock, in spite of him being absent in our bed. I climbed between her legs and inched the lifelike phallus inside her. She was so wet, so ready, so needy for him. She looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes as I inched it inside her.

"Fuck me? Fuck me like he did, sweetie? Keep me waiting, wanting it. Make me beg for it, just like he did?"

She unzipped me and snaked her fingers inside my pants, exploring, then plucking my dick from its hiding place. Her fingers danced over my erection as I eased Vicente's giant cock in and out of her. I'd pause now and then when she was seconds from cumming; then she stroked me harder, hoping I'd relent and continue. I came quickly, long before Vicente's cock gave her relief. It was only then that a trace of jealousy returned, knowing I was no longer one of her lovers there on our bed. She was alone with him then, lost in her memories of the times they spent together, in and out of bed.

"Please, sweetie - kiss me?" she begged. "Kiss me like he did while he fucks me? Kiss me like you love seeing me cum with him? Please?"

With my overpowering urges spent, all I could do was pretend - pretend we were a husband and wife consumed with passion, oblivious to anything beyond the boundaries of our bed. I knew her thoughts were of a different time though, resurrected from the past when an entirely different kind of man owned her. It didn't matter to me. It wasn't the first time I watched her face contort when she shamelessly offered up her orgasm to him, and there continues to be a mysterious beauty in it. I remember my wife surrendering her precious gift to him, not just willingly, but hungrily, desperately. From the sudden, fierce onset, to the lingering bliss of her recovery, she was possessed by him, contentedly satiated long afterward by a cock that remained thick and hard inside her until her next cum.

She came as we kissed, moaning into my open mouth. I shivered as I imagined Kate kissing him like that. It brought unsettling, shameless intimacy into the moments she spent cumming with his cock in her. I wondered whether each orgasm brought her closer to falling in love with him back then. There was a new, urgent passion in the way she kissed. Was it the resurrection of her life with me, or resurgent memories that turned thoughts of her unmet needs with me to a yearning for Vicente's size and talents? Would I always be a shadow of their passion together? Kate's "beta" husband?

She held my withering dick as her hips bucked violently against Vicente's cock, then slowly spread the remains of my semen over my dick and balls like a perverse reward for giving her to Vicente once again. Minutes later when she recovered, to my surprise, she took my dick in her mouth and cleaned me, licking and sucking every drop before swallowing it.

She looked up at me soon after, a little frown on her pretty face. "I thought that might make you hard again," she said. She sounded disappointed.

"Is that what you did with him?" I asked, preparing myself to be outdone once again, even in his absence. "Suck him to get him hard again? Did he fuck you again that soon? Right after?"

Her sympathetic smile told me everything - that she knew I could weather an honest confession. In the past, I had never really known whether she had exaggerated his formidable skills and stamina when they fucked.

"Oh sweetie, he'd fuck me more than twice. He'd fuck me so many times I couldn't take any more. He was insatiable, and so hard, for hours. I thought I told you that, remember?"

I remembered. I assumed it was just her way of flaunting her obsession with him. I had still been locked in my cage at the time, and it was unnerving.

"I guess I thought you were just teasing me," I admitted. "No man can fuck that long, or cum so many times in one night."

"Oh, sweetie - I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, but that man could, and did, night after night. I was so tired the next morning, but he still wanted more. It's when I was most submissive, and he lived for that. He just took and took, and I gave and gave to him. Those orgasms were the best - I was totally his, my body, and all the rest of me."

I didn't answer her after that. She cuddled next to me, rested her head on my chest, and drifted off to s l e e p as though her honesty was somehow comforting. I lay in bed beside her, stroking her perfect body, imagining them together in nightly orgies of endless erections, Kate's cum-filled pussy, and the kind of fucking I'd never be able to equal. She'd want him again - there was no question about that. Why wouldn't she?

But all that was long ago, when we first arrived as "Kate" and "Bill". Vicente's cock still occupies a space on her dresser. It's become a decoration, a reminder of the man's "talents" to Kate, and of her time as his "girlfriend" to me. We use him now and then; I love how Kate's body responds to the massive likeness, and always astonished at how she can take all of him inside her. But there's always this ache in my gut after, the familiar nagging reminder that I'll never be the man he was to her.


***

Not a day passes that I'm reminded not to take Kate's beauty for granted. I see how men stare at her and want her at first glance. I often wonder how they'd react if they'd see her naked like I do when she strolls outside to take a dip in the pool. She keeps her hair short and golden blonde, undoing The attention-getting platinum Nickolas had insisted on. Thankfully, she looks like a very desirable wife now, not an upscale hooker. It doesn't keep men from hitting on her though, even when we're together. I can tell she likes it, even when it makes me squirm. I think she likes that even more.

Kate now owns the boutique. We bought a half-interest from the woman who owned it with money from our offshore accounts not long after we arrived. They had become great friends, and after the woman passed away the following year, Kate inherited the business. It means she drives into the city now Tuesdays through Saturdays, and I'm left fantasizing about the men she meets; will she find one who brings her old fantasies to life? Those wealthy, confident, hung men who "handle" her in bed? Those times when we use "Vicente's cock" in bed at night, I convince myself she'd be easy prey for a man with one like it. She says not, but my angst remains while she's gone.

Will it happen at the gym? She joined a popular one not far from her business a few days after she started at the boutique. I think about her there, stretching, working out, in full view of the kinds of men she loves. I rarely go to the city with her, so I never know. I have seen the outfits she wears, the brightly colored spandex that fits like a second skin. She wears them home at the end of the day after her workouts. She's sweaty and energized, and peels the outfits off her exhausted body in front of me, always eyeing me to make sure I watch. I always do.

Then her long hugs, her hair in damp strings on my face, her naked body's sweaty sheen pressed tightly against me. I snake my hand between her legs sometimes, a finger caressing her shaved sex, then penetrate her, testing for a slick remnant of her fantasy lover. She whispers in my ear then, "Not yet, sweetie. I've been a good wife today. But, this guy at the gym..." She never finishes the rest of her tease; she knows it gets me hard. We go to the bedroom and fuck. She loves watching me labor above her, and I wonder if her satisfied smile is amusement or pleasure. But I get off anyway, and so does she, now and then. Maybe she's thinking of Vicente. But I know I don't come close to filling her as he did. Does she offer her body to me as a kind of consolation? At least I get to cum in her, then see her radiant smile after she makes her body available to me. And she does so, generously, every time I want her.

Kate renamed the shop The Body Electric, and we extended the back of the store to include an intimate lingerie gallery, roomy changing booths, and new restrooms. She replaced some of the former owner's more conservative inventory with chic sportswear and workout clothes that would appeal to a younger, nouveau riche clientele. Above the expansion, a new second bedroom makes the second-story apartment more attractive should we decide to rent it. After the remodel, Kate loved the new apartment so much that she wanted to keep it unoccupied to use as our "second home" in the city. "We could spend Saturday nights in the city together," she told me. "There's so much to do, so much to explore. After dinner and a few d r i n k s , we won't have the long drive back to the desert. The store's closed on Sundays and Mondays, so we'd have a place in the city to ourselves for a few days."

Had she thought of another reason to keep the apartment?

"We could, or you and your boyfriend could," I joked.

She grinned at me. "Do you really think I might have my boyfriend there while you're at home, sweetie? That I might fuck him in our bed?"

I knew she was teasing me, but decided to play along.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend so soon," I answered as innocently as I could manage.

Visions of a hung, twenty-something guy plowing her in our new apartment danced wildly in my head.

"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't. But you know I could, don't you?"

Her grin had vanished; now she was serious.

"So, he'd be just like Vicente?"

"Oh no, sweetie - he'd be much more handsome, and much, much bigger, down there..."

So, back to teasing me? It was hard to tell sometimes with Kate.

"And just how would you find him? How would you know about "down there" in the first place?" I asked, anxious for her answer.

She thought for a few seconds, then told me, "I may have to do a little exploring first - wouldn't it be a shame? Having to try so many before I find what I'm looking for?"

She burst into giggles as she watched my expression grow more serious.

"Oh, sweetie! I don't have a boyfriend; I don't even have anyone in mind." She paused, then looked up into my eyes. "Would you like me to? I mean, I'm sure I could. Do you miss watching me with other men?"

When I wasn't able to answer, she smiled again. "You do, don't you! Do you miss watching them fuck me - even making me come? I didn't want to bring it up too soon after we 'escaped', but if it's what you want, even now and then, just tell me."

I didn't have to say a word. Kate went to her knees, unzipped me, and took the head of my dick in her mouth. She had never loved sucking me in the past. She hated the taste of semen, and her jaw ached afterward. But Vicente and Nickolas had trained her well, and I came in minutes, thrusting and spewing deeply into her inviting mouth.

Still on her knees in front of me, she looked up and grinned. A shining pearl of cum lingered at the corner of her mouth.

"You don't have to say it," she told me, her face so willing, her body so glorious there on her knees. "I don't want a boyfriend, sweetie. But maybe we'd both be happy with what the right guy could offer. But he'd have to have a really, really huge cock, right? To please both of us? I know you'd want to watch."

She grinned again. Had she really become so obsessed with the size of her men's cocks, or was she telling me what she thought I wanted to hear as part of my fantasies? She still delighted in teasing me, but I couldn't read her grins as easily now. She could read my look of confusion though.

"You know, I do enjoy making love with you," she assured me. "The size thing has merely opened my eyes to the difference it can make. With the right kind of man, I feel like his prize, like he's won me, and I'm his to use, any way he wants. When his size is overpowering, it makes my body his, inside and out. I feel his girth stretch me, then fill me beyond what I imagine I can take, and it's as though there's no escape; I just give up everything I am to him."

"But, it still excites you more than mine does, doesn't it? Physically? You've told me you come much easier with them, and much harder. I thought that was why their size mattered most to you. But it's really you submitting to them?"

"I'm on my knees with your semen in my mouth, Billy. That should tell you something. I love watching you come when we make love, and even when you masturbate for me. I enjoy pleasing you - serving you, in a way. You were locked in that cage for such a long time, never able to come, always frustrated and horny for me. But you're my husband, and I want to make up for that. I want you to want me. And I need you to be able to show me how much.

"But, 'submitting' to you just isn't the same. You're not that kind of man - you know that. I need that kind of man to chase me, catch me, then throw me to the ground and 'fuck' me. B r u t a l l y. With a 'weapon' that's overwhelming in size and overpowering in its ability to demand my surrender to him."

"So, it's not just size, then. I guess that makes two things I don't have."

"You have me, sweetie. I'm your wife, here on my knees, promising you your love's enough to keep me here. We can decide whether we make our fantasies real or not. But I don't think it's impossible to explore them together. After everything we've been through, I think we know what we want, and need. Now it's up to us, not Charles, Vicente, or Nickolas. We have a new life. Let's just be thankful for what we've learned, and live with it."

"But it still matters to you in bed, doesn't it? Size? Stamina? Power?"

"It sounds like it matters to you, Billy. But honestly, I guess it does. Just remember, I may fuck them, but I make love to you. That's one very special thing you have and they don't. Satisfied?"

I couldn't answer, but I nodded, lifted her to her feet, and kissed her deeply for a very, very long time.


***

A few days pass, and her words never leave me. I had watched other men have sex with "Amanda" for such a long time while I stood aside, locked in my cage, willing to do anything just to be set free for one night with her. Now that we're finally able to make love again, why is the obsession still with me? Why do thoughts of her legs wrapped around another man's back while his thick cock fills her get me so excited, so hard?

I tell myself, maybe if he wasn't really a "boyfriend"; maybe if it's just now and then with someone new each time. Maybe Kate would be happier, and I have to admit, I love hearing her moans as the men she chooses fill her. Watching her body respond so unlike her loving, patient ways with me should make me rage with jealousy. Instead, it makes me hard. She gives herself to them and they gladly own her for that brief time when she surrenders her orgasm to them so willingly, so violently. So, my quiet obsession grows, day after day, until...

"Remember when I said that your 'boyfriend" might stay at the apartment?" I ask, one night just after we had made love. I hadn't been able to tell whether she came or not, and thoughts of how Vicente had fucked her filled in the blanks - I'd never give her what he did.

"Um hmm," she murmurs as her face nuzzles my neck. "But I don't have a boyfriend - really, I don't. I told you, I don't want one, sweetie. Too complicated, and you wouldn't like it. I like things simple now, the way they are."

I brush her hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear. I love the heat of her breath on my neck. Maybe she did come this time...

"What if he wasn't a 'boyfriend'," I suggest cautiously. "What if it was just some guy who hit on you, and you liked him, and, you were horny and wanted to fuck him. Just once."

Kate props herself up on one elbow and stares at me. "Well, I suppose after everything we've been through, and that I know you'd be okay with it, I might be tempted. But what guy? I don't even know who it might be, or why I'd want to fuck this 'mystery man'. And 'just once'? What are you getting at?"

I hadn't planned on a discussion. I thought I'd just plant the idea in her head, and maybe get an honest answer. Now I had to come up with answers.

"It's just a thought, Kate. I know I can't give you what your 'fantasy men' give you in bed. And I want you to be happy."

"But I am happy, sweetie. How many times do I have to prove it to you?"

"But you're not 'happy' like you are with them. I know it. I've seen you with them. I've seen you cum with them. I've seen how they 'handle' you the way you love, the way I'm just not wired for. And then there's their size..."

"So, you really do want me to fuck someone else again? But just once? How would that make me happier?"

"Not just once - I meant, um, just one time with the same guy. No boyfriends. Then, when you want someone else later, and you need more than I'm giving you, it would be okay. I wouldn't mind - I'd understand."

I feel her fingers on my dick, stroking it lightly, then circling it and squeezing.

"You're really hard again, sweetie," she said, "so soon. You really want this, don't you? So, tell me more about my 'mystery' man. What would he be like? Where would we fuck? What would he do to me?"

Her fingers crawl lower, rolling my balls gently as she speaks. She knows I can't resist. So I tell her my fantasy.

"He's big, even bigger than Vicente," I begin. "He comes into the store to buy lingerie for his wife, and you offer to model it for him after closing. You wear the outfits he picks, but you make him wait for the best - the ones you pick that show your breasts, and then your pussy. He puts his hands on you, kisses you, and you both go upstairs and fuck.

"He, um, comes in you, and it soaks the bed where we make love on weekends. Our 'get away' bed, there in the city. He's married, so he can't stay the night. Afterward, he pays for the lingerie downstairs. You don't bother to get dressed - you're completely naked when you take his money. You give him a peck on the cheek, and he disappears into the night. He even gives you a tip, a hundred-dollar bill. You tell him it's just once - that you'll both keep the secret from his wife. He nods and understands. He's fucked my beautiful wife, made her cum with his big cock, and makes a memory, for both of you."

Kate stares at me, her fingers still busy under the sheet.

"Wow, I didn't know you had such a dirty imagination, sweetie. And so many details. But Is that how you think of me, as a prostitute?"

"I don't, Kate - it's just something that a guy like that might do. It isn't the money really - it's that you're naked when he gives it to you. You want him to remember you like that, completely naked with his cum on your belly when you take his money and kiss him goodbye."

She smiles. "It is kind of sexy," she tells me, with her familiar grin. "Would it have to be a married guy?"

"I imagined that would be safer. He wouldn't make trouble if he had a wife at home who might find out. I just imagine that 'rich and married' are less risky, and you like rich guys like Vicente."

"Ummm, I do. I think rich, confident guys want their women to be submissive, and they definitely bring out the 'submissive' in me. You've actually thought this out, haven't you?"

"It's a fantasy, Kate. One you don't have to do. But I can't get it out of my head. I just wanted you to know I'm okay with it if it happens. It's really up to you. I know you have needs - 'other' needs, and I want you to be happy here. I thought maybe this way, we'd both be happy, and I won't lose you to someone who fucks you better than I can."

"Oh, sweetie, you're not going to lose me! Where could I ever find a man like you, one who makes these kinds of sacrifices to keep me happy? You don't have to give my body to other men to keep me. Still, the offer is one I love to think about, but only if we can both enjoy it. Now, let me make you come again - I know you're almost there..."


***

"Sweetie, there's this guy - he comes into the store now and then to buy his wife gifts. He's someone like my fantasy man, if you know what I mean. He's a big guy, maybe six-two, very muscular; he must work out a lot. I caught him looking down my blouse once, so the next time he came in I sneaked into a dressing room, took off my bra, and opened an extra button. I smiled at him when I caught him looking - he didn't even try to hide it. I leaned over the counter to give him a better look, and he hooked a finger inside the opening and pulled it away from me. I'm sure he could see everything - God, my nipples were so hard. I was aching for him."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. She sounds so serious, so caught up in her story. Is she just teasing me? It sounds real, and I can see she's excited.

"So, what happened?" I ask, begging for the rest.

"He told me they were amazing. And that my husband was a lucky guy. I saw him glance at my wedding ring, but only for a second. I guess I must have leaned closer to him, and another button popped open. My boobs were completely exposed, and he ran the back of his hand up between them, just grazing my skin. The next thing I knew, we were kissing. I was shaking; it was so romantic, and so sexy. When I finally pulled away, he told me softly, 'You're too much woman for just one man. I can tell you need more than he gives you. I'm married, and I'm not looking for an affair, but if you ever want what's missing in your marriage, something that 'fills' that empty spot now and then, you wouldn't have to ask twice.'"

"And what if your wife found out," I asked. "My husband and I have an 'understanding', but would she 'understand?"

"I think we're a lot alike," he said. "She would - and does. And so do I, when she finds a man she wants."

"He glanced out the store window, then put his hand on my neck, lowering it slowly until I felt his finger circle on my nipple. My God, Billy - I was so wet for him.

"An then he just left me there, with my blouse open and my pussy dripping for him."

We haven't talked about Kate's "other needs' for weeks after our last discussion, but I fantasize about her fucking another man constantly, even when we make love. She seems more distracted during our lovemaking since then. She watches me with a new kind of fascination as I struggle to hold out until I'm certain that her orgasm isn't merely a gesture of sympathy. Afterward, when I ask her and she admitts she didn't come, she does so with a kind of smiling compassion that I take as a confession that possibly exploring those 'other needs' with my clear approval isn't far from her mind. Is it a test? To see whether my fantasies are in fact ones I want her to pursue?

"If you were sure he was serious, would you?" I ask, feeling the usual stir of my dick after seeing her eyes brighten with, what? Expectation? Or just a chance to tease more of my fantasy from me?

"Would I? Honestly, I would fuck him, sweetie. But what about his wife? I can't even think about you with another woman - I'd go crazy with jealousy. How do I know she wouldn't be the same, in spite of what he claimed?"

"Some women don't see it the way you do, Kate. For them, it's an equitable trade. Swingers do it all the time; you know that, right? I know you well enough to know you'd never agree to share me. And honestly, after being deprived of you for so long, I only want your body - not another woman's."

"You're right, sweetie - I could never share you. It may not be fair, but your dick belongs to me, and no one else. I may love bigger ones, thicker ones, and ones attached to my fantasy men, but this one, and the man attached to it, is all mine."

She gives me this warm, approving smile to reassure me. My God, she's glowing, beautiful.

"So, when he comes back, do you think you'd do it?" I ask. "Maybe model some of your skimpiest lingerie for him, say, after hours, then fuck him, there in the store?"

"Are you asking me to do it? You have to say it, Billy. I need to hear you ask so I know it's okay."

There is something all too familiar in her eyes, a daring, devilish glimmer that speaks to me in a way she knows I'll understand.

"I do," I tell her, almost too breathless to get the words out. "I want you to fuck him. I want you to suck his cock. I want you to drain every drop of cum out of him, then send him on his way with the memory of how my gorgeous wife gave him the best sex of his life."

Kate smiles at me for a full minute, then places her hand on the front of my pants where my dick hardens painfully under her palm.

"Then, it's what I want too, Billy. I do think about him a lot. He's so tall and well-built, in a beefy, rugged way. I can't help wondering if he's the same 'down there'."

"You've been fantasizing that he has a huge cock, haven't you," I tease.

She giggles. "Well, you know what I like - besides 'tall and beefy'. But he has this confident swagger too. I'd love to see what he's like in bed."

"How would you seduce him?" I ask. "Is his wife ever there with him?"

"Not often - I think he drops in after work sometimes to surprise her with new outfits. He isn't afraid of price tags; he buys the most expensive blouses, dresses, and accessories without even checking. She never returns them, so I'm sure she loves everything he buys. She even lets him choose her clothes when they're there together. I'm always intrigued by how she fawns over him like she'd wear anything he picks."

"So, he'd stop by after work, and you'd spend time showing him the latest new outfits, and then, how would you seduce him?"

"It wouldn't take much, sweetie. I know he always stares at me like he wants me, even when his wife's there with him. I'd simply close the store, then model a few of the skimpiest pieces of lingerie we have, just like your little fantasy. He won't be going anywhere after I'm naked, so we'd go upstairs and fuck like depraved ferrets."

She sounds so certain it will work, as though she had taken time to plan it. I shouldn't be so surprised, but hearing it come from her pretty mouth as though it's nearly done has me hard and leaking.

"God, that would be amazing to see!" I blurted, letting the fantasy overwhelm me.

"Would you like that, Billy? To watch me with him? Because I'd do that for you, if there was a way. I wouldn't want him to know though. I'd want him to think we're alone. I wouldn't want him to hold anything back because you're watching us. I want to know what his wife knows when they fuck. Then, I'd want even more than he gives her...".

"You've really thought this out, haven't you?" I suggest. "It's very hot, but what if he's a disappointment, you know, 'down there'? That's what you miss with me now, right? Vicente's size and stamina?"

"Oh, Billy - I have my ways of finding out. An innocent little brush of my hand across his pants, maybe a few times, and then a slow trace of my fingers along the bulge of his cock when I know he's hard and ready. But I wouldn't let him fuck me then - I'd make him come back. I'd make him offer it to me. I'd make him beg. You know how hot that makes me, right? Hearing a man beg for my pussy?"

Now I'm as hard as I've ever been. She's made our little fantasy hers, and I knew she has the "talents" to make it real.

"God, Kate, I'd beg. I'd beg on my knees."

"Then, why don't you, Billy? Let's see if you can charm me out of my pants."

I sink to my knees and run my eyes hungrily up along her tanned body. She's been topless all day, and as usual, I can't stop obsessing about how perfectly round and firm her breasts have become, and that they are gifts from Nickolas. She grins at me, then lowers the thin nylon shorts halfway down her thighs. I know every man who sees her can tell she's naked under them. God, I love it when men stare at her ass in them.

"Hmmm," she says, furrowing her brow with disappointment. "It doesn't seem to be working. Maybe I was wrong. Or maybe it will just take another kind of man..."

It's partly playful, but we both know how willing I am to please her. I've been begging for her body for so long, one more time will be easy for me. More than easy; I'm helpless to consider it too needy or beneath me.

"P-please, Kaitlyn - please, I want you. I've wanted to fuck you more than I've ever wanted any woman before. I can't stop thinking about you, your face, your voice, your stunningly beautiful body. I'll make you come so many times - I will, I promise...you'll see."

She giggles as she answers.

"Well, if you have what it takes, 'down there', then I'm sure my husband and I would both approve. You may proceed to worship me."

I tug the shorts to her ankles, then over each bare foot. When she parts her legs, I take my cue and bury my face in her crotch. She's soaked and sweaty there, and she groans when I lick her clit.

"God, your tongue has a mind of its own, Billy. I love this!"

Her fingers weave their way into my hair, pulling me tightly against her hungry slit. She's completely drenched, leaking freely into my open mouth. Is this what she was like for Nickolas, or for Vicente? Is she thinking of them as I eat her, as I consume the juices that they would have made flow from her?

"I want this, Billy - I want him to do this to me," she gasps as I flick her clit with my tongue. "God, Bily, I want him to fuck me - I want it so much! You want it too, don't you? God, please tell me you do - please! Tell me you want him to stick his big cock in me - to make me cum sooo long and hard..."

She goes on and on until she comes, bucking her hips against me and moaning, "He's sooo good, sooo good, Billy..."

I stay on my knees and watch her pussy recover. I had never taken the time to do that, to feast my eyes on her engorged clit as it slowly retreats from the hardened, pulsing finger of flesh to its hiding place between her still-swollen labia. Had it ever been as engorged when we made love? Or was it only Vicente, or her thoughts of her time with him that brought it to its shockingly rigid, pulsing appearance?

She rises to her feet and kisses me, then brings her lips close to my ear.

"Can we do this, Billy?" she whispers. "Just once. He wouldn't be a boyfriend - it should be safe, don't you think?"

"If you want him this badly, I'm okay with it," I tell her, hoping it's an answer that won't entangle us in another web of danger and regret.

She faces me and brings her eyes inches from mine. They're sparkling with excitement.

"I need to hear you say it again, sweetie. I need to hear you beg me to fuck him. That gets me so wet - you know, like it used to with Charles?"

I'm seconds from begging anyway, so I do what Kate needs. "Please fuck him, Kate. I want you to fuck him. I want him to be huge. I want him to make you cum. I want you to be his while you fuck, and get everything you need from him."

"You dear, sweet man," she gushes. "You want all that for me, after everything we've been through. You'd give me to a stranger just to make me happy. You'd hope that he'd give me what you can't, and you'll still love me. And I could make you happy too, Billy. If there was a way. You could watch us. Would you like that? Watching this hung stranger fuck your adoring wife? I wonder - could we find a way, a way he wouldn't know you're there watching, so hard and horny for me while we fuck?"

Oh Don!! Oh my. Oh!!!

xoxoxo

Christine

A wonderful and amazing story! You definitely have a talent for writing, I really appreciate you sharing your story for us!

Oh Don! You have absolutely nailed it once again.
You really do write beautifully and draw me in every time ❤️🙏🏼 x

Very well written..
I love eating my wife after her bull has nutted deep in her..

Wow, Don! Great work!

Much appreciated, everyone. We're near the end of their adventures - several more chapters to bring it home. Onward...



Chapter 32


Kate had grinned as she asked me; she knew I'd be hard in seconds. My adorable new Kate, using words that would have shocked anyone but me.

"Would you like that? Watching this hung stranger fuck your adoring wife? I wonder - could we find a way, a way he wouldn't know you're there watching, so hard and horny for me while we fuck?"

My answer to the question Kate had asked was the two-way mirror I installed between the adjoining bedrooms after a visit to the city for tools and a two-by-three-foot frame that's now mounted to the wall. We had outside stairs added to the apartment when the new bedroom was built so a tenant would have a private entrance if we chose to rent it. We delayed our future plan to seal off the interior stairway from the shop to the second floor after Kate decided to keep the apartment for ourselves.

I have to confess, the additions and changes to the building did spawn a few fantasies during the construction, but I never believed they'd come to pass. Although Kate never once hinted that she might use the apartment as a convenient space to have her growing needs met by an irresistible stranger, occasionally I wondered if she had planned it all along.

As time passed, I could see the fire in her eyes cool to an attentive gaze while we made love. At times I thought she might be studying me as I thrust and gasped on top of her. Was her bemused smile merely the most considerate response she could manage as she compared me to Vicente? Was her gaze partly one of disappointment? Had her craving for the confident possession of her body by a man who took her as Vicente had returned? Or had it never left her for an instant after his immense, raging cock had first entered her? I began to accept that my hopes for our "new start" were partly fantasy, that I'd never quench Kate's thirst for her ultimate Alpha male cock. Still, returning thoughts of her s u b m i s s i o n to a man so unlike me were just as arousing as they had been when Charles first seduced her.

I finish work for the day, strip off my clothes, and take a refreshing dip in the pool. The water's refreshing, and it takes the heat of the desert out of me as I float on my back with thoughts of Kate and the men who must be hitting on her, day after day. My dick hardens, and it rises from the water like a mast. I look down across my belly at it and smile, glad there are no neighbors to visit unannounced. I reach out and stroke it, just once, and it responds by offering up a single shining droplet, a waiting temptation to finish myself. But it's early, and Kate may be horny after chatting with a charming, well-built customer who makes her panties wet.

My cell vibrates on the nearby patio table, dancing across the glass surface as I heft myself out of the water to answer it. My erection bounces with each hurried step, and again I'm grateful for our privacy here.

"Hi, sweetie! Miss me today?"

I sit, fingering my relentless erection as Kate's voice purrs into my ear.

"I did - I am! Just waiting for you to get home has me sitting here by the pool with a boner. Are you on your way?"

She giggles, then pauses, for more than just a few seconds.

"Um, that guy I told you about, the good-looking one with the sexy wife?"

"You mean the guy who hit on you while his wife was there?"

"Yeah, that one. The big, hunky, rich guy."

"Was he there in the store today? Did he hit on you again?"

"He was, and he did. In fact, when I closed the store, I asked him to stay."

"And..." I asked, my dick oozing a slow, sticky stream onto my thigh.

"I'm giving him a private lingerie show, in just a few minutes. That was your fantasy, right?"

Oh my God - is she going to fuck him? I thought she had just been teasing me. One of her games.

"It - was. It still is Kate. You're really going to do it?"

"Well, he isn't trying to escape, sweetie, so yes, that's my plan."

"Did he do anything? Like kiss you, or put his hands on you?"

"Not yet, Billy. But you want him to, right?"

"Do you want him to?" I asked, my voice shaking with my all-too-familiar mix of angst and arousal.

"I want him to do more than that, Billy - here, in our bed. Just like your fantasy. He's downstairs in the shop waiting for my little show. I saved some of the tiniest tops and panties here in the bedroom. If it never happened, I planned to wear them for you so we could play out your fantasy together. You aren't too disappointed, are you? That he'll see me in them first. I can always wear them for you later, when you stay over on weekends."

Fuck yes, I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed that I can't watch my wife seduce this guy by exposing her amazing body that has me hard, twenty miles away by our pool. But I'm too excited to tell her.

"Does he know you're married?"

"He knows. I told him we have an 'arrangement'. That you let me play if I tell you about it later."

"And he doesn't care?"

"He doesn't. In fact, he seemed to find it intriguing. Something in his eyes told me he was glad that you wouldn't mind. Maybe even more than that. Maybe he wants me because I'm married. You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"

I could feel her playful grin through the phone. But there was a subtle hint of something else in her voice that took me back to her time with Charles. Was it a veiled attempt at delivering a twist to my gut? Was it just part of our game, or had she once again found a tickle of excitement in the kind of h u m i l i a t i o n Charles encouraged?

"I suppose I would," I told her. I was sure she noticed my hesitation before answering; maybe even that her little jab ramped up my angst and worry.

"If you're not okay with this, I can model some tops and skirts he might buy for his wife, then send him on his way. I'm pretty sure he thinks this is much more than that though, but it doesn't have to be. He's been a perfect gentleman."

So what will it be? Will she resent my decision if I put a stop to it? Will she think of him every time we make love? That I erased her giddy anticipation of a night with a man she desperately wanted? That I robbed her of his cock at the last minute? I knew I couldn't live with the answer that was churning in my gut.

"We come this far," I told her. "I know you have needs, ones I can't give you. And it's not like it's the first time. But you'll be alone with him. After all our plans, I thought I'd be there, to watch. If I leave now..."

"Oh sweetie, I don't think that will work. It'll take you too long to drive into the city at this hour, and I don't want him to get suspicious. Even if he lets you watch, I don't want to 'feel watched' this time. Would it upset you if I want some private time alone with him? I know our agreement was that I have one time with a man - no boyfriends. I agree that could get us in trouble again. But if it's only once, I want to be this guy's eager slut for the night. I don't want him to have your wife's pussy - I want him to imagine it's his and only his while we're here in our bed. It's something you like, isn't it? A hung man owning me, using my body however he wants? You know how much I want that, don't you?"

"You mean you want to pretend you're not my wife - that you're free of what that means, right? Just a horny girl, hungry for a great cock. You want to feel - "

" - like a plaything he uses, a pussy to fill until I get him off much better than his wife does," she interrupted. "I think he's that kind of man, sweetie. You know what I like; to be 'handled'. I want to be whatever he wants me to be for a night. Anything he wants. Just not your wife. Understand?"

I do, only too well. But it isn't a surprise. Kate wants what she's missed for the past year, to be a dominant man's sex toy, even if it's just for one night. My hopes for the night lurch to a halt; I won't be there to watch her s u b m i s s i o n. But the thought of it, the picture that my mind creates, is agonizingly hot. What might he do to her? She'll allow anything, even welcome it. Where will he fuck her? The shop is theirs for the night; even our bed, where I do my best to satisfy her. Is he big? Huge? Like her fantasy men?

"The 'not my wife' thing isn't especially comforting, but I know what you mean," I confess. "Just be careful. Have a good time. And call me if things go sideways - you don't know this guy all that well."

"That's sweet, Billy, but I think I know him well enough. I just don't know his cock - yet. But I can't wait to be introduced. You'll think about me - I mean, us - tonight, won't you? Will you masturbate while you imagine us fucking? I love thinking about that - you there by yourself, missing me sooo much while another man owns my body."

She knows how to amp up my visions of them together. Maybe he's huge, bigger than Vicente. I imagine her moaning - bucking and thrashing into her second orgasm, filled, stretched, to a capacity she's never known. "You're so much bigger than my husband," she tells him, gazing adoringly into his dark eyes. She's comparing him to me in her head, longing for a cock like his every night, reluctant to take mine inside her again after having his. But she will, when she tells me about him. At least now I get to come in her, even if the look she gives me is less than one of ecstasy.

"I will," I answer. I'm breathing deeply, faster, completely in her hands as she paints a vivid picture of their approaching night together.

"Couldn't you wait?" she asks, after a long pause.

Wait? Wait for what? My God, my dick's throbbing, wet along its entire length with a trickle of precum.

"Till I get home? So I can watch you do it. You love my little stories; you're always so quiet while you listen, playing with yourself as though you're asking for more - how he fucks me, how I come. It's the only time I get to see it spurt out of you, how you groan and shudder with your little thing in your hand."

She's purring, caressing me with her words. And yet, there's the little jab, the unmistakable hint from our past she knows fires my memory of Vicente's ability to fill her. "Your little thing." It should eviscerate me, but instead, it makes my heart pound. Images of her past men blessed with thick, raging cocks, entering her, thrusting like untamed beasts between my wife's legs, assault me. The acceptance becomes arousal. I am small compared to them, and unable to satisfy Kate's new expectations. But many men are - many husbands, I think. Is it so unusual that their wives look elsewhere for the kinds of cocks in their dreams and fantasies?

"God, Kate, I'm hard right now just thinking about you with him. I'm not sure I can make it through the night like this."

I know what she wants. My entire body's shivering. Waiting will be agony.

"Tomorrow's Sunday - I'll be there to pick you up. The shop's closed the next day, so we could stay over," I suggested. "You can tell me then - I'll be more than ready, I mean, for you to watch me come while you tell me about him."

"I know sweetie, but I still wish you'd wait," she cooed. "Knowing you're that desperate makes it much hotter for me - you know that. You still have your cage, don't you? I know the lock is broken, but could you wear it anyway tonight, just so I can think of you waiting like that, wanting me, but having your little thing locked away while another man fucks me?"

I know it's about control. Charles taught her that. Control of our sex life. Control of my dick. During our time with him, his influence intentionally eroticized it. Her s u b m i s s i o n to him. My s u b m i s s i o n to "Amanda". She came to know the power of imprisoning my dick while she slutted for other men. Her breathtaking beauty, the changes in both her behavior and appearance other men orchestrated and paid for - in time, all of it had enslaved us. The enslavement became an addiction, for both power and s u b m i s s i o n. I have no defense against it. The sound of her voice, or a single, knowing grin, and I'm helpless to refuse anything she asks of me.

"If it's something that will make tonight better for you, I'll do it, Kate. But it comes off before I get there tomorrow."

I can't believe I promise her that. God, I need to cum, now.

"Can't you wear it until you get here, Billy? I should take it off you, don't you think? Like I'm freeing you after he's had me all night? You do want my permission to fuck me, don't you? I mean, I should have the final say - it does belong to me now, doesn't it? Your little thing?"

Her voice is a mix of siren and little girl. I can't say no; I'm completely helpless, even as my dick juts upward from my lap, begging to be stroked.

"I can do that, Kate. I will, for you."

Did I really say that? Agree to it?

"So, it's mine?" she goes on. "Your little thing belongs to me, and only me?"

I'm taken hostage by each word that drips like honey from between her inviting lips.

"It's all yours, Kate. Whatever you want," I answer, sounding far too much like I'm groveling. But I'm so fucking hard for her, I'd say anything, do anything she asks. "I just need to see you, to be there with you, Kate."

"I know what you want, Billy. You want to see the aftermath. Our bed, after he fucks me all night. Me, after he's used me for hours and hours, maybe even again in the morning, just before he leaves. I'd like that. Should I shower, or do you want me sweaty and sticky and used?"

She giggles again, knowing she's got me by my balls, and that I can't get there soon enough. I picture her covered with his cum, her belly and thighs shiny with it, her hair glued into thick strands along the sides of her face. It leaks from between her legs as she spreads them for me; she's proud, wanting me to imagine how many times he's spewed into her thirsty cunt. She's so fucking good at this; I almost come without touching myself.

"I - want you - used," I stammer, astonished at how easy it is to tell her. They're the only words I can manage. Then silence, before she digests them.

"I can give you what you want, Billy," she purrs again. "All of it; because I want it too."

The phone goes dead. My dick's throbbing. I get up to look for the cage. It's going to be an endless night.


***

I rummage through my things but fail to find the cage. Then I see it, on my pillow where Kate must have placed it before she left for work. It brought back memories of both frustration and angst-filled excitement. I stared at it for a while, trying to decide whether to keep my promise to Kate. I wouldn't have to wear it all night - she'd never know. I could put it on tomorrow when I go to see her. But somehow, doing as she wished struck a nerve in me. I'd be her beta husband again, and that felt strangely erotic. She'd want me to "know my place" while I waited to see her. She'd want me to suffer a little, to hunger for her body that had been used by her new lover. She'd want my dick imprisoned, confined within its steel bars, struggling to become erect; instead it existed as a tiny, useless stub of flesh. How could I refuse her something she had asked for during her night with him? I couldn't.

But the damn thing won't fit when I'm hard. I try to distract my thoughts, take a dip in the pool, then finally a bitterly cold shower. I f o r c e what's left of my erection into the tiny cage with some help from lots of soapy water, and I'm finally able to slip my receding dick into the short, confining tube. There's no longer a lock, but the cage stays closed without it. I breathe a sigh of relief and shift my thoughts to other things. But thoughts of Kate being stuffed by her fantasy lover's thick cock interfere, and my dick pushes against the cage, impatient for relief.

Erotic thoughts consume me. This new man makes her dripping wet, and she's gone to great lengths to seduce him. Or, is it the other way around? My cage no longer makes me a helpless prisoner; it makes me an accomplice while this stranger fucks my wife. It's my gift to her, my demonstration of willing approval, an appliance that's now a friendly partner in our sex life. I'm almost glad to wear it - saving myself for after her lover comes in her throughout the night. It will make coming in her myself a welcome reward, well worth the wait.

My obsession becomes too much to bear as a mere memory. I had transferred a few of the "Amanda" videos from Charles's server to a thumb drive back then. I watch the earliest one, with Eric's body pumping away on top of her. I can see the awe in her eyes, the joy on her face that a much younger guy was able to give her. Yes, his cock was bigger than mine, but it was his endurance and perpetual erections that opened her eyes to the satisfaction she could expect from a lover like Eric. She had used the word "reliable" once when she talked about his cock. "So mine isn't?" I had asked her. "Sweetie, when have you fucked me three times in one night? Or even twice?" It served me right for asking.

I stare - watch her hips buck frantically into him when she comes - my God, her little whimpers and final long moan make me crazy. I hump the bed as I watch, but the cage holds, and I never come. I finally fall asleep on the sheet soaked by my unending precum. My dreams are wild, filled with short terrifying segments of Juliet torturing my balls with strange instruments that don't yet exist. The final dream wakes me with a sudden jolt; I'm strapped to a table with my balls stretched downward by a tight elastic band. Juliet hands a menacing, gleaming steel pair of scissors to Kate and tells her she can finally have what she wants. They embrace and kiss, tongues entwining, hands caressing. Kate positions the blades of the scissors around my sac where it meets my body, then squeezes with a sudden snip. The imagined pain wakes me. I lie there, my heart pounding, the images still fresh in my mind. For a few minutes, I wonder whether Kate would actually close the scissors and castrate me. Of course she wouldn't. Would she?

I abandon the remainder of the night's s l e e p, then shower, feeling the heaviness of the cage between my legs. It brings back my dreams. My dick comes to life when I remember Eric's cock sliding into "Amanda's" dripping pussy. A shudder runs through me when I imagine Kate's hand on the huge, razor-sharp scissors. But it doesn't chase away my dick's relentless attempt to break free from the cage. I need to fuck her desperately. Would I give up my balls to do it, just one more time? Is it what Kate really wants? Her final ultimate fantasy? One she can't yet bring herself to confess? Kate's reply to such thoughts echoes in my head - "Drama queen - you really are too much sometimes, sweetie." As usual, she's right.


***

I leave for the city early, hoping to catch sight of her new friend. Will he look tired? Satiated? Or maybe energized after fucking my wife all night? I wait in the car for a while once I arrive. I hope I might see him leave. I imagine his big cock still wet and slippery with Kate's juices. He'd be thinking about their night together, how eager and delicious he found her perfect body while her clueless husband waited for her at home. Did Kate swallow when she sucked him? Was her pussy still teaming with his Alpha sperm? Would I find her like the whore she was for him - slathered head to toe with his sweat and cum?

The waiting is too much for me, so I text her.



Me: Sitting in the car outside. Okay to cum up?

Kate: He just left. I'm ready for you now...

Me: Ready for me???

Kate: Just cum up sweetie.



I unlock the front door of the shop and enter. It's dark and quiet - no sign of what took place here. I go to the new addition where Kate's inventory of expensive lingerie hangs patiently on gleaming chrome racks along two walls. There's an innocuous platform along the third wall with two nearly-naked mannequins dressed in push-up half-bras and tiny thongs. They had been moved apart to provide an empty space between them. Had Kate seduced him there, parading in the scandalous lingerie she would have eventually worn for me? Turning slowly in little circles so he could see every inch of what she was promising him? I can almost see her there, grinning at him as she watches his erection grow, so satisfied and excited knowing how desperately he wants her.

I find scattered scraps of black, lacy material at the foot of the stairs. The edges are ragged as though they were torn apart, discarded, and forgotten. Had he ripped them from her body and fucked her here on the steps to Kate's upstairs bedroom? I gather the pieces, but there are too few to assemble into anything I can recognize. It's one of Kate's "fuck-me" outfits I'll never get to see.

I almost miss the black stilettos tossed casually aside in a pile at the top of the stairs. Had she worn them up the stairs while she was naked? Had he watched her from the first-floor landing as she climbed the stairs in them, swaying her hips like a hooker for him? I remembered how difficult that would have been for her long ago, and how she became so adept at navigating atop six-inch heels after Nickolas's insistence that she wear them constantly. Remembering the surprising things she's done for her men makes me cringe a little, but excites me as well. Things she does for them that she'd never think of doing for me. What had she failed to tell me about how Nickolas used her body in his bed? Things too shocking to confess? Things that might destroy me? Fucking hell - I have to stop ruminating about Kate's past.

I open the door and see her there on the bed, still naked, practically glowing. She's on her side, propped up on one elbow, with a bent knee drawn up. She's smiling at me, a Cheshire smile, as though she's so pleased with herself. No secrets here - her pussy is swollen and wet, and leaks a droplet of pearly fluid as I watch.

"Is this how you wanted me, sweetie?" she asks, as though she knows the answer.

I'm shaking, trying to summon enough breath to answer her. She's too beautiful for words in or out of her clothes, but this overwhelms me. I just stare.

"You can take your cage off now. I loved that you wore it for me. It's the kind of favor I love from you, Billy. A sacrifice. That makes me happy. But you know that, don't you?"

I slip the metal prison from my throbbing dick and drop it. It feels glorious to be free, to let my erection fill and rise at the sight of her there, so unbelievably used.

"I know it does, Kate. I wouldn't want to wear it all the time like I have in the past, but it is a kind of symbol, that I'm not your first choice as a lover, and that you can use it to decide who you fuck."

My own words excite me. My confession fills the room as his ghost lingers between her legs. "Not your first choice" should fill me with possessiveness and shame. Instead, it makes me harder. It brings back our past - images of the thick, raging cocks she's welcomed inside her. Oh God, her precious face cumming, eyes closed, mouth gasping for enough air to ride through the prolonged state of greedy joy.

She raises her eyebrows, then squints at me, for just a second.

"You do enjoy it then? I mean, not only letting other men fuck me, but knowing you can't compete with them in bed? Knowing I get something from them you can't give me? And, oh Billy, just think about all those Alpha males that have had me. Tell me you love it? I need to hear that you do."

"I love seeing you satisfied, Kate. I love seeing you glow like this. If that takes another kind of man, then yes, I do love that he does it for you. I know that if I had been born 'bigger'..."

"Oh sweetie, it isn't only size. It's the 'man' as well. He has to know how to 'take' me. Instinctively. He has to frighten me a little, handle me like his toy, with absolute confidence that I'll submit to his needs. You're gentle, loving, and careful - too careful to be them. But you're my husband, so you can afford to be all those things, as long as you understand that I have other needs as well, ones I now know how to satisfy."

Her inviting blade goes a bit deeper. It's not only my dick that's disappointed her - it's the kind of "man" she sees when she thinks of us fucking. It's not a complete surprise: I've seen her kind of men take her often enough to know.

"Why don't you close your mouth and come over here?" she says. "I have things to tell you..."

I undress and walk to the bed. My dick is painfully hard, but still bounces a little with each step. She's staring at it, considering it, thinking. Comparing it to his? Or whether it can make her cum at all after she's had his all night?

She throws her legs over the side of the bed and inches forward until her hips rest on the edge of the mattress. I stare into the pool of juices seeping from her pussy as she spreads her legs slowly - teasing, promising, inviting me in.

"He just fucked you?" I ask, still shaking.

She smiles up at me and moves her knees in and out a little, beckoning.

"Why don't you put your 'little thing' in me and find out, Billy?"

"So, was he much bigger than me?"

"Quite a bit. He was no Vicente though."

She doesn't look disappointed. She's still glowing. I can't keep my eyes off her flowing pussy. He must have come in her minutes before I arrived.

"You like me like this, don't you? So, now that your cage is gone, come here and put that 'little thing' in me, sweetie, and I'll tell you all about him."

I walk to the edge of the bed, but she brings her knees together suddenly, giggling. She wants to know how desperate I am to fuck her - a test, and the price of entry. I spread her legs easily, and she smiles at me, nodding her head approvingly. I sink into her gaping pussy with a single push. A sudden gush of his semen flows from her, but somehow still insulates the warmth of her vagina from me. I'm suspended in his cum, shocked at the sheer volume he left in her - my wife, my Kate.

"Just stay in me like that for a while, Billy," she tells me. "I want it to last, so don't come, okay?"

She gazes at me so seriously, hoping I'll last. But for how long? I'm already so close, so ready to mix my sperm with his without hesitation or regret. My dick's floating in a sea of his spew, but I can feel the brief clutches of her belly's contractions along the shaft of my dick. I miss the satisfying warmth inside her, now insulated from me by the nearly sensationless, viscous bath of his semen. Her little spasms barely reach me, but they do, tantalizingly daring, a new test for her "less-than-first-choice" husband.

I can't resist a single stroke, in and out; his cum floods my balls and wets the sheet under us.

"Don't, Billy!" she orders me. "If you want me to tell you, you can't move. I want you where he's been while you listen."

I bury myself in her, crushing my hips against her, then hold there. She waits for my urge to subside, then begins.

"I didn't think he'd be like that. He was so polite, so much the 'gentleman' when we first met. But he's no gentleman, Billy. He ripped my outfit and stripped me on the stairs, then turned me over and fucked my ass. It happened so quickly I couldn't resist. He was stronger than he looks. But I liked it, Billy. I gave everything to him. He was a beast, growling and humping me. He ordered me to play with myself while he fucked me, and I did. He wanted me to tell him my husband would never make me come like he does, and I did that too, fingering my clit there on the stairs. He just kept fucking my ass until I came, and God, Billy, it was sooo good."

I squirm inside her, trying to get some brief sensation of relief, but to no avail. I picture her there on the steps below, cumming harder than she ever had with me. I doubt I can go on much longer - but I do, hungry for more of her story.

"Afterward, he picked me up so gently and carried me upstairs. I was still weak from my orgasm; he was incredibly strong, and I felt as though he could do anything to me, and I'd let him. Not just let him - I'd welcome it. Anything. I was completely his in those moments."

"So, do you feel that way now?" I ask, reeling from her excited confession. "That you'd do anything for him? That you're completely his?"

She smiles up at me. "Awww, there's my puppy dog again, afraid another breeding stud will take his bitch from him. I said, 'in those moments', Billy. I'm not really his. But make no mistake - I was for a short while, while he fucked me, carried me up these stairs, and fucked me again."

"But you forget all about me during 'those moments'?" I ask. "Like I'm not your husband, or like I don't even exist?"

"I don't want this to hurt, Billy, but honestly, in those moments, you didn't exist. I just wanted this amazing man in my pussy. I wanted his cock, and I wanted to be his plaything, like one of those life-size sex dolls."

"And after you come? What am I then?"

"It's complicated, Billy. I'm in a place then where all of it stays in my head, but peacefully, as though every need I've ever had has been satisfied. That's when I think of you, masturbating, so excited that a man like that gives me what you can't. I feel sympathy and gratefulness at the same time, all mixed together. I've learned it's the difference between love and sex, and that one doesn't have to include the other, in either direction. Amazing sex with other men doesn't mean I don't love you, Billy. It just means I've learned to separate my needs. I think you know this - you just forget sometimes. But I'll never tire of reminding you, if that's what you need."

"So, you fucked again in our bed?"

Her smile tells me she's satisfied both our concerns, at least for now.

"We showered together; we cleaned each other, from head to toe, until the hot water ran out. His body's so beautiful - so muscular and lean, like an Olympic swimmer. At least he was my Olympic athlete when he took me to bed. Maybe he had taken something like Viagra, but his cock just never quit. He fucked me like Nickolas had back then, until I was limp from my second orgasm. He never came in me, all that time. But he owned my body, Billy. He took it, played with it, and owned it, exactly like the sex I crave."

"How could he never come in you? You're full of his semen. I could tell when you spread your legs for me, and when I was inside you."

"But, I'm not finished, husband-of-mine. He wanted my mouth on him, to take every drop of what he had saved into my mouth, and swallow it - all of it. I didn't quite succeed, but he loved that I tried. We were up most of the night, and slept for a little while after I emptied him. I loved being in his arms those few hours until dawn. I felt so owned and protected. He's like that - so confident and controlling when it comes to sex - you know that's what I like. But he's also caring and compassionate afterward."

"But, you were drenched with his semen when I arrived. Inside and out. You said he didn't come in you."

Kate reaches down between us and circles the base of my dick with her finger and thumb, squeezing lightly. I can feel more of his cum surge from her when I gasp and shudder.

"We fucked this morning, sweetie, just before you called me. He wanted to send you a message, a kind of 'thank you', I guess. I told him you'd be driving here to spend the weekend. I thought it would be sexy, having you see me like this, 'freshly fucked'. You did like it - don't deny it. You're still hard inside me, knowing his cum is still in me."

"He said that? That he was sending me a message?"

"Stop fidgeting, Billy, or I won't tell you the rest. You don't get to come - yet."

I take a deep breath, try to relax, focus. More semen leaks from her, but her pussy's warming as she sends little waves of promise along the length of my dick.

"He knows you share me, Billy. But he has this way of pushing, a bit like Nickolas. He wanted me to tell him he was better than you in bed. Something like, "Your husband doesn't make you come like that, does he? I can always tell when wives let their 'slut' out to play."

"And, you told him?"

"It's the truth, Billy; you know it is. I told him I love you, but I need more than you in bed. It's no secret. You even like hearing me say it, don't you?"

In spite of the knife twisting a bit, it makes my dick throb. I'd give anything to fuck her. Even in a pool of his cum.

"It's just that there's so much of it, Kate. Did he come in you more than once?"

"Oh, sweetie - some men deliver, um, more cum than others - like Charles did. I'm not complaining, but yours was always a thimble full, if that. It shouldn't be a sign of masculinity, but in a way, I can't help thinking of it that way. There is something arousing about a man who makes and ejaculates such a huge amount of sperm. It's as though he was born to create men like him, men who easily impregnate their women. It's not as though you haven't tried - it's just how you're made. Your balls just don't churn out the baby-makers like some men's do."

"But Kate, it's still leaking out of you. How long has it been? Hours?"

"He was a surprise in so many ways, Billy. He could easily be a 'Charles, or a 'Nickolas', but he's more than that. He's the first man who 'uses' me in a way that gets all my submissive juices flowing, but still has a unique talent for making me feel like a real woman afterward. All that, and he's married, so the 'strings attached' thing you worry about will never happen."

"So do you plan to see him again?" I ask, hesitantly.

"I'd like to, Billy. If you'll agree to it."

"And I can watch?"

"Ohhh, just look at that face of yours - like a little puppy dog. Of course you can watch. I know how much you love seeing a man like him take me. And honestly, I like knowing you get off watching us fuck."

I'm on the edge, barely able to resist letting go inside her. She wiggles her butt a little and grins at me; it sends me into a frenzy of agonizing restraint. My erection's teetering on its release, awash in the spent semen of another man. But I'll do anything she wants - anything, just to hear her loving voice go on about the man who just filled my wife with unimaginable gushes of his cum.

"Is that all you want to know?" she asks, still grinning.

I'm trembling, holding back an immanent orgasm that I now worry may never take place inside her. Will she deny me that, after everything she's said? Can she manage to be my slut as well as his, at least this one time?

"Can I come now?" I gasp, now desperate for relief.

"Soon," she tells me, her seductive gaze still fixed on me. "But don't you want to see me come first? You always tell me my orgasms are your favorite part."

"B-but how - you won't let me move, Kate. I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me how."

I see her hand move down over her belly, then push between us where she finds her clit.

"You don't have to move, sweetie. You just have to stay in me and keep from cumming before I do. Just watch me - and don't cum. That's all you have to do."

Her fingers go to work between her legs, sinking down along her clit, stroking and rolling it. Now and then she drags a fingertip around the base of my dick in a half-circle, teasing, but also making sure I don't attempt even the beginning of a stroke or thrust. The walls of her vagina grasp me like a fist, squeezing and milking like a hot, fleshy machine. Each of her little moans makes it more unbearable for me, and I struggle with everything I have to chase my orgasm back before it threatens to burst and spill into her. She makes it last, on and on, her perfect body bathed in the pleasure it gives her. I beg.

"Please, Kate - can I? Now? I can't hold out much - longer - oh God, I'm so close..."

She ignores me, lost in her thoughts of the night before, of how his cock was so filling, how he fucked her so deeply, with the wild, relentless rutting of the beasts that live in her favorite dreams. Her head whips from side to side, while unintelligible murmurs escape from her trembling lips. She abandons my dick, now a slave to the building sensations her practiced fingers bring to her juicy cunt. Her hips rise and fall in an urgent rhythm, as though her pussy is begging for more cock than I can give her. I hear her murmurs crystalize into brief, broken pleading.

"Fuck me harder - give me more - more - please - fill me? Fuck me like my husband can't - make me cum like your - filthy - whore!"

In seconds, Kate becomes one of the a n i m a l s in her dreams, an a n i m a l whose only instinct is to be fucked and bred by any cock that worms its way inside her. Her body convulses, shaking the bed under us, and her shrieks fill the room with shrill, penetrating sounds that topple the barricade against my own release. I slam into her, our hips slapping and pounding wildly as we become a single raging beast, moaning and thrashing as we ride the wave that washes us together over the edge of an inescapable cliff.

I collapse on top of her while we recover. Her face is turned away from me, her breathing deep and labored. I inhale the essence of her slick, firm body. It's sweat, and pussy, and a little of the coconut from her shampoo and soapy shower just before their morning fuck. I bury my face in damp, gleaming strands of golden hair, all crafted and owned in the past by men so unlike me. But she's not theirs now - she's my wife again, loaned and returned to me after a night of beasts and dreams sanctioned by her husband, gifted by a new lover, and consumed by needs beyond her marriage.

Then, in the morning's first light, I relish her perfect body as she s l e e p s. Every rise, crevice, and contour is enhanced by the pink dawn that streams through our window. I'm struck by the w o m a n - c h i l d beside me, curled in a satiated, f e t a l, s l e e p; a wife who's welcomed men of size and power to take her as their own, men who made her who she is today. She stirs, stretches, and smiles at me with little slits for eyes.

"Mmmm - it was wonderful," she purrs softly.

I stroke her hair, then her cheek, and her smile widens. I feel her hand on my thigh under the sheet, then spidery fingers crawling upward, finally toying with my exhausted dick. It comes to life, a little. But nothing like those in her dreams.

"So, do you still want him again," I ask, carefully. I'm not certain what I want her answer to be.

She accepts the futility of waking my morning erection, props herself up on one elbow, does her Cheshire grin, and delivers her answer with sparking eyes.

"Honestly, Billy, I think I'll keep you both."

Oh my! So good, so exciting!

I'm going to read the rest of this over a period of time. Mmmm!!

xoxoxo

Christine

Great epic story. Top notch writing and style.

Fabulous.

Many thanks to everyone who followed the story and replied. Chapter 32 is the final chapter of The Key, Book 1. The Key 2, Chapter 1 is in editing, and will be up ASAP. Kate's appetite for her "dream men" hasn't diminished, in spite of Billy's reservations that it could expose them to dangers from their past. Can the happy couple resist a new opportunity to explore Kate's obsession? Is her new "dream man" what he appears to be?

Don

Masterful story, kept my attention through every twist, looking forward to the continuation in book 2!!

I agree absolutely, thank you so much for it
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

This was one of the absolute best stories i have ever read! Thank you, Don Jetman, for sharing this masterpiece! First Class! Can't wait to read the sequel, The Game!

We've been on an extended vacation, but the story will continue in time. I've been motivated to write something shorter in the meantime, something darker and tech-driven. It's almost ready for the final edit, then you can read it here for the first time. After that, The Key 2 - The Game, will continue. Thanks so much for everyone's continued interest.

Don

Don Jetman
Thank you for your update, it is greatly appreciated. any hints as to the title of the new story, so we can be watching for it?
Again Thank you for your contributions to this site and giving us Peter Whackers something to enjoy!

The title is shamefully borrowed from a Bunuel film (not similar in content) - Exterminating Angel

Heavily influenced by Stefani Nyghts (Drkfetyshnyghts) work.

Don