The Key

Brilliant Don, thanks a lot for writing and posting this. Looking forward to the next chapter!
djacobs

Wonderful... brilliantly captivating story of the whole Cuckold dynamic...begging for his own ***********. caged, denied... and pussyfree... perfect! More please !

Oh my, what could be next?

I can't help but put myself in that chair, wondering if Charles' desire for complete ownership is sated yet.

Will he want the further ********** of seeing his cuckolded subordinate clean the flood of semen from his wife?

Will the time come when the cuckold must further prove himself by using his mouth to get his boss ready to fuck his wife?

Will his boss decide to cum in his mouth instead, taking away his last vestige of dignity?

Would even that be enough to satisfy his lust for dominance?

I hope we find out...

The talent is getting to the emotional angst being a cuckold and doing it in a loving way. its great...love it

Great F$%&*ing story Don!

Thanks, guys. Glad you're enjoying it.

The Key - 5

Amanda began to drop in at work nearly every day at lunch time. She'd stop to kiss me on the cheek and then whisper, "I'm here to suck Charles's cock again. You want me to, don't you?" I could see my coworkers staring, then look away quickly with expressions that told me they understood completely why Amanda was there. I would argue at first, whispering and pleading with her not to embarrass me. But she'd lean over my desk then, and I'd see her skirt ride up showing everyone she had arrived to visit Charles without panties. I imagined they could all see her bare ass, and maybe even her pussy as she doted over me while she whispered what a great fuck Charles had been the night before. In time I simply gave in and told her how glad I was that she'd soon be swallowing his cum. Eventually it would make me hard when I told her, and my cage would dig into me mercilessly.

Strangely, I began to look forward to Amanda's visits. I could imagine her sweet mouth sealed around Charles'ss cock as he grabbed her hair and came down her throat. I could imagine how pleased she'd be that she had satisfied him, and maybe even that everyone would know she was his new slut. She'd walk by me when she left the office, stopping to kiss me one more time, then, rolling her hips like a hooker, she'd pass by all the others with a wide grin on her pretty face.

"It's okay - we've all been through it," Harold told me one day. We were in the men's room. He had glanced over from the urinal beside me and saw my cage. "You'll get over it, you know," he went on. "Most of us have. After a while, sex with our wives didn't mean anything at all. We really didn't miss it, as long as they were happy fucking Charles. He made us understand that they needed him much more than they ever needed us in bed. If you've seen his cock, and I suppose you have by now, you know what he does to them with it. My Mary always said my size didn't matter, but after Charles had her just once, she was addicted. After he tossed Mary aside for a new younger girl, we tried so many times, but she just couldn't cum with me anymore. What's worse is that I can't get hard now unless I think about Charles cumming in her. I'm not supposed to tell, but sometimes we ask him over to fuck her again just so I can watch and masturbate - then Mary and I can both get off. But he's given me two huge raises in the past year. We paid off our mortgage early, and Mary loves her new car. She seems happier than ever. For me, the best part is that I don't have to wear that fucking cage anymore..."

Was this our future? Would Charles show Amanda the best sex she's ever had, then drop her for next year's model, leaving us sexless and her pining for his cock relentlessly? I felt sick; but knowing I'd get home to find my wife naked on her knees servicing him still got me hard. I just couldn't get the picture of her lips on his cock out of my head. She'd look so helpless there, yet so eager and adoring while she coaxed his semen into her waiting mouth.

That night I found them dressed, on their way out to have dinner, then ****** at one of Charles's favorite watering holes. He held Amanda in his arms with his hand up her skirt. They were kissing, and she was moaning softly.

"Oh good, you're finally home," Charles told me. "Did you finish the report I asked for this morning? I was afraid you might be late and miss seeing Amanda in her new outfit."

Amanda turned, put her hands on her hips, and thrust one bare thigh forward, posing and smiling proudly. "How do you like me?" she asked, in her sexiest, low, sultry voice.

"But, you're not going out in public like that, are you?" I asked in a panic.

She wore a white, sleeveless knit top that left her belly bare and flaunted the pink of her nipples through the tightly stretched material. Her skirt was barely more than a narrow strip of the same material that dipped below her navel and showed the open space between her legs when the light exposed her from behind. I gasped when I saw the bright pink, six inch strappy stilettos. They practically screamed "BIMBO SLUT". What would make her do this with a proud smile on her face? In an instant I knew - it had to be Charles's cock.

"Be very careful what you say next," Charles warned. "You're very close to sounding insulting, and men who insult my women very quickly regret it. Now, say something nice about Amanda's new outfit. I want her in a good mood tonight, and you're not helping."

"I-I'm sorry, Amanda," I said. "It's just that I've never seen you show so much of your body before when we go out. You look, um, very sexy. I'm sure everyone who sees you will think so too."

"Oh my boy, you've just given her the perfect compliment!" Charles exclaimed. "You are so right - every man who sees her tonight will want her. Just imagine your pretty little wife teasing all those big-cocked, virile men, just by passing by and giving them a little smile and a wink. Wouldn't that make you wet, Amanda? Wouldn't you want every last one of them?"

Her smile grew wider. "Oh Charles, I know how you love putting me out there, parading me in front of all those men. And I do think about it - I mean, what it would be like if I chose one of them to fuck and you had to watch for a change. Is that what you want? To watch me fuck a stranger?"

"Well, I'd be all for that, Amanda," he told her, grinning. "I'd love to see you wrap your pretty legs around a strange man's ass and beg him to cum in you. But what about your husband here? Would you like to see that, sport? Your wife getting fucked and flooded by a random stranger? Maybe hear her beg for it? See her cum with him?"

Amanda was looking at me intently, waiting to hear what my answer might be. My God, she looked delicious. And I was getting as hard as I was able in my cage just thinking of what Charles suggested. No, I didn't want my sweet wife fucking random strangers - hell, I didn't want her fucking Charles if I had a choice. So why was it making so hard?

"I - I don't know," I stammered. "Would you really do that, Amanda? Just because Charles wanted you to? Even if I didn't?"

"Well, it is an interesting thought, sweetheart," she said. "I wouldn't mind a strange piece of ass now and then. You're all locked up in your cage, and if Charles wanted me to do it, I probably would if the guy was hot and he wanted me. You've already given me to Charles - what's one more man going to mean to you? If you're ever going to get out of that cage, you're going to have to give up getting hard around me. You know that. Maybe think of me as more of just a close friend, or maybe your sister. There can't be anything sexual between us - Charles has told you that. You have to get over wanting me like that."

"Why don't you try working on that tonight while we're gone, sport? I mean, just look at the sweet little face. Can't you imagine a time when that will be enough for you? That your happiness will come from letting other men have her pussy? It's a husband's duty, isn't it? Sacrificing his own needs to make his beautiful, loving wife happy?"

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Charles," Amanda said. "His sex drive was never as intense as mine to begin with. Just give him a little more time. He already gets hard just thinking about your cock in my mouth. He told me that much. Once he learns to accept his place he'll be anything I want him to be, just like he's a little boy again, masturbating to his dirty movies and ignoring me when you come over to fuck me. I know my husband - it's just a matter of time."

Charles never brought Amanda home that night. I tried not to think about how he was displaying her in public. I tried not to think about what kind of men would want her, and what she'd do for them at Charles's slightest suggestion. My first erection didn't last long, and I spent the night filled with fear, ashamed of what I was becoming. Seeing my wife take my boss as her lover, then hearing her assure him that she would see me as a little boy again filled me with overwhelming defeat. Yet, there was something strangely satisfying that accompanied it. Amanda was so beautiful, and Charles had made her his sexy playmate for everyone to see. His cock made her so happy - so much more than mine ever had. If I could be sure Amanda would continue to be my loving wife, would it be so bad?

Amanda sat on my side of our bed and gently woke me the next morning. She was completely naked - I had no idea where her clothes were. There were no signs that the men they talked about had used her; her makeup was gone and her hair smelled of coconut and lilies.

"Good morning, s l e e p y h e a d," she said quietly as she ran her hand over my stomach and down to my crotch. She rolled my balls between her fingers for a few seconds, then tugged lightly on my cage. "You're not going to get hard for me, are you, sweetie? We don't want that, do we?" Her smile was loving and genuine, and I found it had chased my erection away just as I began to get hard. It was comforting to have her there beside me, and I found I could ignore her nakedness and let her smile warm me.

"Did - he - well, you know - do what he said he would to you last night?" I asked. "I mean, to have you fuck a stranger? Did you?"

"No, silly - that was just Charles's way of worrying you. He has this thing about control, especially us as a couple. The more you worry and give in to him, the more he gets off on it. He's so sure he can break you from wanting my body, and well, I just want you to be free of your cage again. I know it hurts you. But we both know you have to show him you never get hard around me to have that happen. In fact, you're doing a pretty good job of that right now."

"So, what did you do last night," I asked. "Where did he take you? Did anyone we know see you together?"

"We ate at this very nice little bistro," she told me, still fondling my balls with her fingertips. "Then we went to his friend's nightclub for d r i n k s. At least I thought it was a nightclub at first, but it was really a strip club for very wealthy men. I suppose I had a little too much to d r i n k, and when Charles told me to get on stage, I just couldn't refuse. All the men really liked me, even though I couldn't dance as well as the other girls. They threw money at me - lots of it, and demanded to see me naked. It wasn't so bad really - I kind of liked the attention. The guy that owns the place asked Charles if I could work there a few nights a week, and Charles said he'd be proud of me if I would. I guess I'll be going there Tuesday and Thursday nights, at least until I learn to dance better. After that I can work weekends for more money. Charles was so happy and excited that he took me to his place and we fucked all night. The man is a monster in bed - he never gets tired and stays hard over and over until I can't take any more."

Her account was frightening. My sweet wife working at a strip club? Naked? This wasn't who she was at all. She "liked the attention"? My God, what had Charles done to her? How could he possibly change her like this so soon? Of course I knew the answer by now - it was his cock again. I was still stunned that Amanda had needed a cock like his for years and never said a word. How hungry, how deprived must she have been to have become his slut so quickly? The answer to my own question became a crushing weight, enough to keep me from getting hard at all while she continued to play with my balls. Wavelets of defeat washed over me as I imagined his hold on her and her addiction to it.

"Now, see how good you're getting at it?" she said with a wide grin. "You're not hard at all, even when I tell you I stripped naked for a room full of strange men. They all wanted to fuck me - they told me so over and over. But Charles just can't help it - he had to have me for himself all night. But I was glad. I doubt any of them could fuck me like Charles can. And now you don't have to worry so much about me fucking strangers. There is something so powerful about it though, teasing all those men with my body, promising them what they'll never get. But they seemed to like it anyway, very much like you do now. I think you like watching Charles fuck me more than fucking me yourself now, don't you, sweetie? Funny, it's just like he said it would be..."

Omg, I'm afraid I'll get addicted to this story. Sometimes I replace the names. Amanda's and Charles' names through that of my wife and one of her very dear lovers. Then the whole feelings becomes much more intense and my cock even harder. If that's possible. Please keep posting
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Could not say it any better. I picture that it is my wife flaunting, teasing and taunting men with her body. Making them want her more than anything. And then with a wry smile she returns to the arms and cock of her demanding lover, my boss. Who again use and ***** her body for his own gratification taking particular delight in her ********** and my ***********. And secretly I love it.

Thanks, guys. For me, there is nothing more exciting than seeing an innocent wife seduced and corrupted by her fantasy Alpha male while the husband watches helplessly from the sidelines. Still, the wife shows enough love and interest in her husband to keep him from leaving, he hoping eventually it will all return to normal. I'm not sure I'd want to endure this personally (although L's Dom has role played with it), but it remains a dark fantasy. It is satisfying to put into words that which I don't want to actually happen to us. The fantasy is very much with me though, and still very hot...

More on the way...

Don

Awesome chapter! I absolutely love the *********** and chastity!!
Droopy and Miss

Loving the latest instalment, thank you Don

Thanks for your story Don Jetman ! Hope to read more !

Very well thought out and written. Thanks!
Mike

Everyone, I'm very pleased that you're enjoying it, and commenting. Thank you! Now, on the part 6.


The Key - 6

It was nearly impossible to concentrate at work after that night. Thoughts of my Amanda naked on stage for all those men to ogle and tip assaulted me constantly. Losing her body to Charles was a nightmare in my new bizarre, erotic world, but the thought that she'd willingly offer her body to a crowd of strange men, even if just for the thrill of teasing them, was as though her body was now available to everyone but me. Charles's message to me was clear; he had opened my wife to considering the whims and fantasies of all other men and had shown me she would follow wherever he led. I kept imagining that every man I'd see, at work, in our neighborhood, or anywhere on the street for that matter, would eventually see my wife naked and willing, and would eagerly take any opportunity to fuck her. Amanda had always been so reserved, so timid when other men flirted with her, impossibly far from the image of a slut. Charles was changing her right before my eyes. The idea stalked me every minute of the day and had me in a constant state of distress, but then I'd get hard again and feel the cage bite into me, reminding me that I'd have to wear it until I could show both Amanda and Charles that such thoughts wouldn't arouse me. I had no idea how to separate the angst from my dick's involuntary twitches and engorgement, as hard as I might try.

And there was the matter of my male ego, now slowly disintegrating after the recognition that I had never been able to satisfy Amanda in bed. All those years she "let" me make love to her, and she never let on that I wasn't the kind of lover she needed. I was aware that I didn't have the biggest dick out there, but now I found it was more than that; Charles had that additional "something", that commanding, Alpha presence that Amanda had always fantasized about. I imagined her trapped in a self-imposed, deprived cocoon for years, then suddenly ripped of it, released to live her fantasies after Charles's mere flirtation and the touch of his hand on her cheek and neck. Now more than ever, it seemed as though the past was disappearing, and our future with Charles was more and more certain.

~*~

We had invited the neighbors over for a barbecue weeks ago, long before Charles took my place as Amanda's lover. At least he wouldn't be there to humiliate me in front of them. It was disturbing enough that many of them may have seen her giving him head inside our front window. A social event without him lording over me was just what I needed to reclaim a bit of my place as Amanda's husband.

I was surprised to see Amanda in a deeply cut, white halter top and pleated tennis skirt by the time our guests arrived. It wasn't scandalous, but she had never worn anything like it for a neighborhood get-together. Still, the halter showed the full, round shape of her breasts more so than I was used to, and the skirt was so short. A brief twirl and her panties could be seen by anyone who happened to glance in her direction. I wondered if Charles had bought the outfit for her, and if so, I worried that he'd make a surprise appearance at the cookout.

Everyone loved my barbecue. Chicken was my specialty, but I always had burgers and dogs ready for the kids. The back yard was full of the usual mix of nearby neighbors and just about anyone who wanted to stop by. Frank and Barbara next door were the first to arrive, always with enough potato salad or baked beans for everyone. Then it was Keri and Curtis, also next door neighbors, who made gallons of iced tea and wheeled a cooler of soda and beer over to our back yard patio. Their s o n, Eric, a newly graduated college senior, was back home for the summer considering a long list of job offers. An IT genius, he sometimes stopped in to help Amanda with her laptop when I was traveling for work. As I watched them there, side by side at our picnic table, Amanda would laugh at his jokes and touch his arm as though they were best friends. With my imagination on fire, I wondered if Keri and Curtis began to think their "innocent" friendship was something more troubling. Thanks to Charles, I began to think every guy who paid Amanda any attention at all was trying to get in her panties. That he had made me carry that weight in such a short time was both worrisome and a little emasculating. How many men would Amanda discover to be better fucks than I was? The answer scared me.

I watched Amanda as I worked the grill, mystified and obsessed with excitement and vague suspicion. For the first time I was attuned to other men's attraction to her, and hers to them. Had they glanced a little too long at her legs or breasts? Was she laughing a little too brazenly at one of Eric's jokes? I imagined my neighbors, Frank and Curt, drooling over her, secretly wanting her, their hands inside her halter top, their fingers climbing up her thighs and into her fresh, white panties. Yet, there was no hint or clue that any of the men were planning, plotting, or even thinking any of my imagined fantasies. I should have been ashamed, but Amanda's addiction to Charles had summoned frequent, depraved thoughts of her infidelity, even with our friends and neighbors.

By the end of the day, Amanda was no more or no less popular than usual with my imagined suspects. In fact, I was sure I stared at her breasts and thought about my fingers inside her panties more than anyone else had. If Charles had made an appearance I knew he would fuck her to the limits of her consciousness later that night in our bed, and our neighbors would likely be aware of her moans and screams as he skewered her with his cock. Fortunately, I had been spared his presence, but I was still obsessed with the image I imagined the other men there had of her. Were they thinking of her sucking and grasping their cocks while she whispered her most sultry, indecent needs so softly in their ears? I began to wonder how any of the men could have resisted her deliciously willing body. Then I'd get hard and the cage would remind me of Charles's and Amanda's promise to free me of it if I behaved. So I tried my best to think of their relationship as an acceptable option to wearing the damned thing forever, and the option of standing in the unemployment line. I was learning self-control, but it was a hideously difficult and seemingly endless l e s s o n.

~*~

I watched Amanda undress later that night, knowing it was likely a test to see if I'd get hard for her. She stripped the panties down her legs, then twirled and watched my reaction as her tiny skirt flared and lifted, whirling in the air about her waist.

"You should take off your pants so I can see," she told me. "I know you're not supposed to get hard for me, but I still like that I can do that to you. You've always been so sweet when you shower me with compliments about my body, and I'd miss that if you stop. Just because we can't have sex anymore doesn't mean I don't appreciate my husband wanting me."

I did as she asked, and failed miserably at staying soft. By the time I got undressed I was oozing precum in long strings that wetted my pants and underwear. The head of my dick was crammed into the front of the cage and released more and more sticky fluid as I stood a few feet from her and watched. She kept twirling, exposing the naked slit of her pussy for a few seconds, then her perfect, firm little ass as she bent over with her back turned. "She stays shaved for Charles," I told myself. "She'd never do that for me."

I shivered as she came closer, went to her knees, and took the end of the sticky cage in her mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue invade the opening at the end, f o r c i n g its way inside against the sensitive entrance to my dick. I gasped suddenly and let out a long groan as the memory of her mouth on me returned.

"It's okay, sweetie," she whispered. "I won't tell Charles. Honestly. I love it when you're hard for me. Maybe I should just suck the cum right out of you. Would you like that?"

"P-please..." I begged. "I know you'd rather fuck Charles, but please, will you let me out just long enough to suck me until I come? I need to come so much - it's been so long, and I've watched - ".

"Shhh, sweetie. I know. You've had to watch Charles's wonderfully immense cock in me while you're so desperate, and then hear me come with a lover I've dreamed about since the day we were married. I know you're trying so hard to please him, to give up having sex with me as long as he wants me. But sweetie, I don't have your key - Charles keeps it now. I think he knows it's too soon, that I might be tempted to let you fuck me in a weak moment when I can't bear to hear you beg so urgently."

Amanda looked up at me and grinned. "But I love seeing you so horny, so at least I can do this." She pried my legs apart and began licking my balls, then took them in her mouth and sucked gently. My dick strained against the cage and I thrust my hips forward as though fucking the air might bring me relief. When she began to hum softly I began to shake as though my legs might give out from under me. It was both t o r t u r e and renewed hope that I'd get to finally come if only she'd keep tonguing my balls just a little longer. When she stopped a minute later all hope was drained from me.

"You really do love watching Charles play with me then fuck me, don't you, baby? You have to tell me if you want more. Don't be ashamed - tell me how you love all of it."

I was helpless in her hands, so needy, so teased and deprived for so long. So I told her everything she wanted to hear. "I do, Amanda. I love watching him put his cock in you. I love knowing how it fills you compared to mine, and how you come with him like you never did with me. Now please, can you try to get me off? Please try - please?"

But she stood and backed away a few steps with a knowing look in her eyes. "I know it's t o r t u r e for you, sweetie, but hearing you tell me means so much to me. It makes the last remains of guilt I feel for cuckolding you vanish completely. It tells me that I'm sure you can learn to be what Charles wants you to be - a loving husband who freely offers my body to other men with no regret or ridiculous notions that you own me. But tell me this - do you think that any of the men at our barbecue today might have liked what they saw while I was wearing Charles's new outfit? That maybe they sneaked a peek at my panties, or noticed my boobs when they saw me for the first time without a bra?"

I confessed, with every detail that I had imagined while she flaunted her body in front of them. I described how I imagined every man at the party whispering in her ear that he wanted to fuck her, and that I tried to guess who she'd want next in our bed. I surrendered lavish praise of how perfect her body must have looked to them and how hard they must have been for her if she had only looked closely enough. I practically gave her to each and every friend and neighbor as I confessed, sounding like I'd give anything for it to happen. And when I was done, she just smiled, strolled to our bedroom window, and opened the blinds.

"Did you ever notice that Eric's bedroom window faces ours?" she asked, still smiling. I could see the light coming from his window and a hint of motion in his room. Amanda raised the blinds to provide a better view and turned to face the window. "He's been watching me undress for years, and I love letting him see me in my bra and panties. I wouldn't be surprised if he jerks off thinking about me. He was so affectionate at the party - didn't you notice?"

I had noticed, but the other husbands were the more likely suspects if I had to imagine Amanda in bed with one of them. But yes, then I remembered how Eric had spent time with her and touched her while they talked and laughed.

"Why don't you sit over there, out of sight?" she told me. "We don't want the boy to think you like this, do we? At least not yet."

I took a seat in the corner of our bedroom where I could lean forward and peer into Eric's window but remained mostly out of sight. Amanda turned off the lights and left a bedside lamp behind her glowing brightly. I was stunned as I watched her pose for him, lifting her hair over her head with both hands and running her fingers through it while slowly swaying her hips from side to side.

"I've been watching him too, sweetie. Such a strong, muscular body on the boy. And his cock curves upward, so hard and erect when he masturbates. I do have to confess, I watch him and wait for that sometimes at night. I'm not sure if he knows I'm watching or not, but I do imagine he's doing it just for me. Sometimes he walks around naked with a hardon for an hour before he jerks off, and it makes me sooo wet. I had forgotten what a young cock looks like and how it stays so hard for so long. I wonder what he'll do if I show off a little? He's never seen me like this, completely naked."

It wasn't long before Eric was facing her through his brightly lit window. He watched Amanda until he was certain she wanted him to see her, then stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his boxers.

"See?" she reminded me. "He's everything I said he was, isn't he? Sometimes I can see it throb from here."

The kid's cock was freakishly huge, completely out of proportion with the rest of his slim, athletic body. His cock stood stiff and tall, barely moving as he took a few steps to the window. Could I see it throb as well, or was I merely imagining it? I felt embarrassingly small and useless when I imagined what his cock might do for Amanda. It would be the ultimate h u m i l i a t i o n to know our best friends' s o n was fucking my wife repeatedly, and yet, thoughts of him on top of her, cumming in her, and she cumming at the same moment, had me leaking precum onto the chair cushion where I sat.

"I've seen him masturbate, sweetie, but not while he's watching me like this. Oh God, look how he's stroking himself. He really wants me. I don't think he cares that I'm your wife - I think he used to, but not anymore. I'll bet he'd fuck me anyway, don't you? Watch him, honey - look at his cock!"

Amanda put her hand between her legs, cradled her clit between her fingers, then eased two fingers inside. I recognized her first little gasp, then the slow, quiet moan that followed. She canted her hips forward and opened herself so he could see the swollen, wet slit that begged to be fucked. He was jerking his cock furiously, pumping it forward as though it might reach across the space between them and push inside her. Then he'd slow and start again, showing her how he'd fuck her for as long as it took to get her off.

"You want him to fuck me, don't you, sweetie?" she gasped. "Tell me - you want to give me to him - that he can have me - any time - he wants. Please, sweetie, I need to hear it..."

Before I could answer, Amanda came, twitching and shuddering in front of the window. I could hear her utter the faint, halting noises between ragged breaths - "uh - uunh - oh - oh fuuuck..." Eric came immediately, spurting thick ropes of semen onto his window as though he was rewarding Amanda for her surprise seduction. After a minute of recovery, Amanda smiled and waved to him, then lowered the blinds.

"I know it's risky, but I think I have to have him," she said. "You saw him - you have to understand why. It's just that I keep hearing what women my age say about young cock, and now I could have one of my very own to play with. I get chills thinking about that huge penis of his - about having it in me, actually."

"But could he keep it to himself?" I asked, nervously. "Guys like that love to brag about the girls they fuck - and in this case, it would be even more tempting. He'd be fucking a married woman. Telling his friends would make your body his trophy and fucking you his ultimate conquest. What if our friends and neighbors found out? I'd be a laughing stock, and you'd be the neighborhood slut. I don't think it's worth the risk."

My guts were churning as I considered it. We'd never be able to keep it a secret. And I didn't need a college kid telling me what a great fuck my wife is. Charles's domination over me was more than enough to bear, and who knew how perverse a kid Eric's age could become? It was all too much, too overwhelming. Amanda would surely agree.

"I think it would be good for us, sweetie," she told me, after a few minutes thought. "You need to get over your jealousy and accept your non-sexual role in our marriage. If that means others find out, so be it. If Charles is right, eventually you won't care at all. It would also serve as an excellent example to Charles that you're ready to be freed from your cage. In any case, I don't think I can resist fucking Eric after tonight. We can arrange for you to be gone when I have him here in our bed so you don't have to watch - at least for a while. But I think in time you'll get off on watching a virile, young college guy fuck me in the bed where we s l e e p. Of course, I'll have to get Charles's permission first..."

Farrrrk amazing chapter! How long until a release? Hopefully a year!! This is amazing looking forward to more hum I lay tion
Droopy and Miss

Another great chapter Don! Thanks for all your work
djacobs

A really great story; PLEASE give us another chapter soon!

once again...brilliant!

Congratulation for your story Don Jetman, hope to read more about his degradation!

Oh! This is wonderful work Don

Great story. I wish I could be in your shoes.

You are a gifted writer, able to paint a mental picture/description of the characters, their actions and of the scene. But your best work is describing what is in their minds. (The mind being the greatest sex organ. )Their emotions, their extreme psychological exctasy and agony. I feel as if I am living vicariously the life of this cuckold husband. Thank you. Please continue this incredible story soon and pen many others.

I'm very appreciative of all the responses - thank you, everyone. I have another chapter tonight, written after an enjoyable Thanksgiving. Thanks again for your generous replies!



The Key - 7

A few days later Charles summoned me to his office during my lunch hour. I dreaded these little visits with him at work, especially right after everyone had seen Amanda arrive and spend time in his office. It appeared most of the men had been through his routine of owning their wives, and I knew what they would think when I was called to Charles's office in the middle of the day. Either Amanda completely satisfied him and he'd get off repeating all the details in front of me, or she broke one of a long list of his kinky rules and he'd want me to remind her when I got home that evening. I was the office cuckold now, and everyone would imagine how he was using Amanda's body as I stood by helplessly and agreed to let him have her. Some may even have recognized and understood the bizarre angst-filled excitement I began to feel when images of Charles fucking Amanda continuously haunted me.

"It's too early for your annual performance review," he told me as he grinned and sat back in his chair. "But I thought we should meet well ahead of all that formality to be sure we're in agreement with your goals and responsibilities. You performance is, well, adequate. I think we both know that. But what I never counted on was Amanda's skillful, enthusiastic performance. In the past she always appeared to be such a quiet, inhibited little thing, this sweet young wife who I never imagined would stray after only the slightest flirtation. I have to admit, I was a little pissed at you when I discovered the real Amanda, that you never let me know what a hot little slut she can be. But let's leave all that in the past, shall we? You've been so compliant, so I've forgiven you."

He leaned forward and looked over his desk at me, waiting for my response. "I - um - guess I should thank you, sir. I never tried to deceive you; I never knew this side Amanda until she met you. I'm as surprised as you are - even more, as you can probably guess."

"So, you're happy with our little arrangement now?" he asked. "Well, except for that annoying cage you're wearing, of course. But there is a solution for that. You remember what that is, don't you?"

"I do, sir."

"And I assume you're eager to be free of it, to comply with my wishes? What were those conditions again that I require?"

"I- um - can't have sex with Amanda anymore, or get hard when I see her naked or when I see her having sex with you."

"True, true. But it's more than that. When I own a woman, I hate thinking of other men lusting after her. I'm used to getting what I want on my own terms. Now that's not too hard to understand, is it? If you own something, would you want others handling it, playing with it, using it any time they wish? I mean, what's the point then, right? Truly owning something should mean it belongs to me and me alone. So, you see how I consider your wife's body to be mine. Only mine. You do see that, and agree, don't you?"

"I do, sir," I answered. "I understand that Amanda's body is yours now, and that I should respect that, in every way."

Charles sat back again and grinned at me. "Well, then we're both on the same page here. I'm glad to hear it. I know Amanda is as well. But don't think I fail to reward my people here. Incentives and rewards are important in the business world - and in many other worlds. So, I'm happy to inform you that I'm doubling your salary. Amanda deserves a better lifestyle, and although I do my best to contribute, you should provide that for her. Get her a few more credit cards so she can dress the way she wants. And you should look for a bigger house, one she can be proud of, one better suited for "entertaining" guests. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Watching her "entertain?"

I was stunned. Doubling my salary would completely change our lifestyle, and I knew Amanda would be thrilled. But I'd be accepting money for allowing, no, encouraging Charles to fuck her. Did he get off by making me her pimp? Would Amanda respect me less for it? Still, he was going to fuck her anyway, and I had very little say about their new relationship. His plan was to effectively castrate me in my marriage, and Amanda was getting the cock she needed, so why shouldn't I simply accept what he offered and be outwardly grateful?

"Thank you, sir. Amanda will be thrilled. She'll love going shopping as soon as I tell her, and looking for a bigger house will be a new project she'll look forward to, I'm sure. But, I have to ask. Does this mean I can get out of this cage now? I promise that Amanda will only fuck you, not me; I won't think about sex at all when we're together, even if I see her naked. Isn't that what you want? Isn't it enough?"

Charles's look turned more serious. He glanced down at his desk and shook his head slowly. "I know you mean what you say, but it simply isn't a matter of promising things. It's a mindset, a change of character I'm looking for. Amanda's body can't remain an object of desire for you. It isn't just deferring to me that's important. You must lose every trace of physical, sexual attraction for her, and likewise she for you. Any temptation, any thought of attempting to have sex with her must disappear. You can't just decide to do it, you have to learn it. You have to become what I like to call her "man-friend", a man with no balls when you're near her. Affectionate, possibly - but as sexually detached as you might be to your own g r a n d m o t h e r. It's reasonable to assume Amanda's delicious body can't possibly be repulsive to you, but your instinctive sexual reaction to her flesh must completely vanish - it must be totally absent and unrealized. It's the only acceptable way."

The horror of his words washed over me, robbing me of any hope that Amanda would want to fuck me again. At first it had been my small dick, and my lack of Alpha-ness that delivered her to Charles. Now he wanted to completely sever the thin thread of strained sexual compatibility Amanda and I shared throughout our marriage. She may never look at me as a man again, or at least a man worth fucking. And when Charles discards her, as he always does, how many men would she slut for in her desperate search for the "man" she found in him? I had no reply for him. I sat there before him, shaking, so small and defeated.

"But that doesn't mean you can't continue to accomplish the task, sport," he told me, now smiling again. "I just need to see the change in you, as does Amanda. Why don't you make Amanda and I dinner tonight? Amanda's expecting me around six o'clock, and I'd love a good steak dinner, maybe from your grill? Show us both you know your place. Wait on us like you're our servant. Lavish us with attention. Pay special attention to Amanda, as though you're her personal chef or butler. It would be an interesting surprise for her, and you could watch her eyes on you as though you're nothing more than a neutered, helpful attendant. Can you see yourself like that? A mere custodian of her body for those of us that can give her the cock she needs now? It's all up to you. You and your painful, confining cage."

"I - I guess I could make the two of you dinner," I finally conceded. "And I could pretend to be your servant, if that would help free me. Anything to get out of this cage. I suppose you'll want to fuck Amanda later? Would I have to watch that? So you can see whether I get hard or not? And if I don't, maybe you could use your key to let me out, even for a little while?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. There's one more requirement. You'll be naked while serving us. Just your little penis and its cage jiggling back and forth as you bring our food and serve us. It will be a pleasant reminder to Amanda of why I'm going to be fucking her in your bed instead of you for the foreseeable future. She needs to see you naked and helpless more often, with your little penis safely tucked away in your cage. You see, it's the image that stays with her, the image of her naked, ball-less husband so willing to give her to a man with the cock she needs."


~*~


Charles let me off work early to shop for dinner. He gave me a list of the kinds of steaks he liked, the proper wine to go with them, and a few desserts he said Amanda loved when they dined at his favorite restaurants. The store was an exclusive gourmet franchise in the suburbs on the other side of town, a place I had never heard of. Once inside, the manager met me at the door and offered to help. When she saw me fumbling with the list, she asked to see it, and led me to their steak and seafood section filled with frightfully expensive displays of choice steaks, live lobsters, and freshly caught fish. When she began to order for me, I stopped her. "Um, this is for a special occasion, and I need everything to be perfect. I mean, he's very hard to please. My job depends on it."

She just smiled and winked at me. "I'd know Charles's tastes anywhere, even from a hastily written list like this one. I assume there will be three of you, and that you and your wife need to make sure he's 'satisfied'?"

Jesus, how could she know? And the implication that we had to "satisfy" Charles meant she was probably aware that he was fucking my wife. Had I seen her glance down at my crotch? Was she trying to spot my cage to be certain she was right? That I was just another one of his cuckold husbands whose job depended on letting him have my wife?

"Only two, I'm afraid," I told her, dreading what she may make of my answer. This time she took a much longer look at my crotch, then looked up and smiled.

"I think I understand. These desserts aren't regular items though. We'd have to custom make them. Do you have time to wait, or maybe you see something else your wife might like? But don't worry - we can add Charles's "special something" to anything in the display case. I'm sure your wife will devour any of our selections, and be more than satisfied after she swallows the final bite. We have a reputation for giving our customers anything they require; and Charles is a very special customer."

I had no idea how to answer her. She certainly knew that Charles was fucking my wife, and seemed surprisingly unconcerned that I was preparing her for a nightlong session with his cock. But at the same time, there was something erotic about her knowing, something that had my dick inching forward in my cage. Not that I wanted it. I wanted to control it, to be able to shut it down at will. I wanted to be free of the fucking, humiliating cage.

"Well, I suppose I'll let you decide," I said, finally. "I'm really not an expert at all this, and it has to be perfect."

She was glancing at my crotch again, and I could feel my dick nudging the thin bars near the end of my cage. Looking down, I noticed a damp spot of precum on my pants and a rising hump where my cage pushed forward beneath it. When I looked back at her, she reached out and put her hand on mine, squeezing just a little.

"It's okay, I understand. You're not the first husband Charles has sent my way. And if I can offer some advice - don't blame yourself. Charles has very special gifts, one he was born with, and one he's developed and nurtured over the years. Few wives can resist him. Try to find solace in what you feel, down there, when you think of them together. Most of his husbands learn that it's better to give in to it and be grateful for what he gives their wives. That's what my husband did. He told me it does get easier as time passes. And fast forwarding to today, I think our marriage couldn't be more perfect."

"I just want to get what he wants and get on with it," I told her. "If you know him, you know what I have to live with now, so please just help me choose whatever you think will make him happy."

"Consider it done. It often takes a woman's touch to make these kinds of things go as planned. That's why I'm here. Charles will be very pleased with everything you offer him tonight - I'm absolutely certain of it."


~*~


I came home to find Amanda in our neighbor's front yard talking to Eric. When she saw my car enter our driveway, she went up on her tiptoes, quickly kissed Eric on his cheek, and came running toward me as I gathered the food from the back seat. She wore the same white halter and tennis skirt that I remembered from our barbecue. The sun was still just above the horizon, and the blinding rays made both the halter and skirt nearly transparent. I could see she hadn't worn panties under the skirt, and that she had planned to catch Eric just as he arrived on his motorcycle. I watched him stare at her as she headed home, knowing he could see every curve of her perfect ass through her skirt.

"Charles called a while ago - it's so sweet of you to make dinner tonight. I can't wait to see what you have planned! He said you're going to surprise me - are you?"

She turned her cheek toward me as I tried to kiss her. Maybe her mouth belonged to Charles as well now - I knew it did when she sucked his cock. I couldn't tell her what Charles's surprise was - I didn't know every detail myself yet, and there were some I couldn't bring myself to repeat. I tried not to imagine serving them while naked with my cage on display as a reminder to Amanda that I'd do anything to be free of it. But I knew there would be more. Charles always wanted more. More of my wife, more from me, more of everything he didn't yet have.

Amanda sat nearby on our deck as I prepped the grill and unwrapped the steaks from the gold-banded signature zip bags. Charles had warned me to keep his special desserts hidden until after the meal. Her knees were spread and I could see the impeccably shaved little slit that somehow found room for all of Charles's immense cock. The soft, creamy insides of her thighs made my mouth water, and her breasts heaved into the deeply cut V of the halter with every breath she took. Was she trying to get me hard? It was almost worse than if she had been naked.

"But sweetie, there are only two steaks. Why didn't you get one for each of us?" she asked, staring at the grill.

"It's, um, part of the surprise," I said. "Charles wanted me to make a special dinner for just the two of you."

"Oh sweetie, that wasn't very nice of him. Aren't you hungry?"

"Not very," I lied. "Besides, every favor I do for him gets me closer to getting out of this cage. No matter what happens tonight, you have to remember that."

Amanda smiled approvingly. "I'm glad you're beginning to accept that I'll be getting all my sex from Charles now. I'm sure he'll let you out soon. But you have to show him that you've surrendered my body to him completely. Do you think you might be able to control yourself now? That I won't make you hard at all anymore?"

"I'm not sure, Amanda. I'm trying. But giving your body to him isn't easy for me. I know I haven't been your ideal fantasy lover all these years, but it's as though he's taking a part of you from me for his own selfish entertainment. You're just so beautiful, and sometimes I can't help wanting your body the way I used to. But I know it's what you want, and I really have no choice - we both know I need to keep my job. So, I'll do the best I can to give that part of you up to him. I really am trying - you'll see."


~*~

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I was watching the grill when Charles arrived. Amanda greeted him at the door and led him out back to the deck. Her halter top had disappeared, and Charles held her hand as they approached me. I couldn't help glancing up from the grill at her perfect breasts, but tried not to let Charles notice. I knew he wouldn't approve, and that my lapse of judgement may delay my escape the cage. Amanda acted as though going topless was the most natural thing she had ever done, and Charles grinned from ear to ear, knowing it would test my resolve to remain "ball-less" around her.

"Well, there's our host, slaving over a hot fire, determined to give us a night we'll all remember." Amanda could sense I was nervous, and her smile faded as Charles taunted me. He moved behind her and put his arms around her, raising his large hands to her breasts, cupping them and fingering her nipples. Her eyelids fluttered and she lifted her face up into the remaining rays of sun. The subtle quivers of her belly told me she must be wet as he played with her.

"Charles," she whispered. "Let's wait. He's gone to so much trouble for us..."

She gasped suddenly, panting between words I didn't want to hear. "Oh fuck, Charles - you know what that does to me - I can't help it - but - later - you can - fuck me - later..."

He saw me staring and studied my crotch for any sign that I was hard. I wasn't, at least not that he could tell. But seeing my Amanda surrender herself so easily, gasping and panting in his arms, so out of control within seconds of his touch, found the place inside me that awakened my dick and gnawed at my guts all at once. She was a beautiful woman in heat for her master, ready to be used and fucked, even if it was by my arrogant boss. I watched her body respond and hungered for the woman in his hands. But there was a dark, secret place inside me that wanted to see her fucked and ultimately satiated by her Alpha male, her fantasy fuck, a beast that put my bedroom skills to shame. Regaining control took all the strength I had left, but when I allowed the pangs of loss and h u m i l i a t i o n to overwhelm me, I succeeded. My dick withered, and I accepted the fact that Amanda's body would now be completely his.

After Charles and Amanda went back inside all my efforts were concentrated on making Charles the dinner he ordered. Pleasing him was everything, as was being free of my cage if he was satisfied. He came back alone just as the steaks were ready, to remind me how I had agreed to serve them.

"It's important that Amanda remembers this night," he told me. "She has to see you as our servant, a very naked and submissive one at that. Make sure she sees your cage - lead with it when you walk - thrust it out in front of you like you're proud of it. If your little performance is acceptable, then maybe...welll, we'll have to wait and see, won't we?"

I undressed out on the deck, hoping none of our neighbors would see me naked and caged. Taking a deep breath, I brought the steaks inside, my stomach churning, humiliated that Amanda would see me as their naked and caged servant. She gasped when she saw me, then Charles put his hand on her arm and explained.

"I wanted you to see your husband as he really is, Amanda," he told her. "Take a good look. You let him fuck you for years when you could have had so much more. You should thank me for having him caged - just look at him, so tiny and shriveled now, safely tucked away so you don't have to make excuses or remain disappointed night after night. Now that he's here beside you, take a closer look. See how proud he's become of his cage? Go ahead - give it a little tug. I doubt he'll be able to get hard for you much longer, and even if he does, why would you want that tiny thing when you can have mine any time you want it?"

Amanda extended a single finger and poked my cage, making it wobble slightly from side to side. The sheer embarrassment kept me from getting hard for her. In fact, I was shrinking into the back of the cage as she watched. She seemed fascinated with what she saw.

"He's so tiny, Charles. He's always been small, but I don't remember him being this tiny. Maybe it's because I'm used to yours, or maybe he's trying harder than we thought to do what you tell him. I have to say, it's very surprising, and very impressive that you could train him like this so soon."

She poked my cage again, than again and again, flicking it back and forth as she stared in disbelief. Charles scowled at me from his seat, so I pushed my hips forward toward her, giving her a closer look, inviting her to put her hands on it. She took my balls in the palm of her hand, closed her fingers around my sac, and pulled me even closer. I groaned as her grip tightened, and I saw a smile form on her pretty face.

"You have changed, haven't you, sweetie? This always used to get you hard. Now look at you, such a tiny little nub, and while you're staring at my boobs! Is this my surprise, Charles? That my husband can't possibly fuck me anymore? That he won't have to wear his cage around me any more to make sure only you get my pussy?"

How could she be grinning like that? Was she that happy that I'd want Charles's cock in her, that I'd never be able to fuck her again? She kept tugging on my cage while she explored my balls with her fingertips. She seemed to enjoy rolling them in her fingers, milking the sensitive cords that sent pinpricks of pain into my groin and belly. I stood frozen before her as she prodded and squeezed, afraid to move or do little more than moan between waves of pain and pleasure. In spite of all of it, I felt the cage tighten as I began to get hard for her. I'm sure she noticed, but didn't say a word to Charles.

"No Amanda, that's not my surprise. Why don't you finish your dessert while I tell you?"

I had brought the tray of pastries and icy sorbet when Charles asked for it, and I watched Amanda sample several of the choices as though she wanted a taste of each one. I saw the effect of his "special something" added at the last minute at the shop - Amanda's nipples were obscenely engorged and her eyes dilated and filled with a rampant sexual hunger like nothing I had ever seen. Testing and prodding my cage and balls was giving her pleasure, even when she must have recognized the pain that accompanied it. She became more a n i m a l than wife, staring hungrily into my eyes as she played with me, promising Charles in her most sultry voice that his cock was the only cock she'd ever need from now on.

"I think your wife is ready for some of my huge cock she's bragged about," he said as I stood groaning beside her. "But I have news that I'm sure will make you come just a bit harder tonight, Amanda. I've hired Eric, your neighbor's s o n, as my new IT guru. From what you tell me, he has other talents as well, talents you'll be able to take advantage of as often as you do mine. Oh, and I'm making him your husband's new boss. Our management style is so much alike it's uncanny, so things won't change all that much. I'll still be looking in to make sure your husband behaves though. I've filled Eric in on all his new perks as well. So, you don't have to worry, Amanda. You'll be getting more cock than ever, and your husband here will be wearing his cage a while longer until Eric feels it's time to have it removed. Eric's fine with all of it. In fact he can't wait to fuck you upstairs in the same bed you share with me."

Congratulation Don!

Don, Bravo. No other words, just Bravo!

You never cease to amaze me with this story. Such an unexpected twist of the knife that Charles has put through the balls of the humbled, humiliated cuckold husband. Cannot wait to see Amanda reacts to the secret ingredient in the desert. Also the new and perverted ways Eric dominates and humiliates Cuck as he has his way with Amanda.
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Lock up continues ! I love it!!
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Ah! It's ticking all the right boxes for me and I can't wait to read a lot more please 😊🙏🏼