The Key

Please tell me a dog cage will be used ? And a French maid outfit? Need to get that out there 😂
Droopy and Miss

This thread deserves a "bump"

Omg where is the time? I read the new chapters here at work and now so much time has passed. My cuckold cock was hard and I would have liked to have wanked a little. But I'm at work.
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Been traveling for work again after the holiday, but I'm well into Chapter 8, guys. It shouldn't be too long before an update. I've been getting some input from L on the dialogue as I go on the last few chapters, so it's a little of her fantasies as well - not that we'd actually want to have this happen to us! It's all fantasy. The pandemic has shut down all hotwifing for us for over a year now, and the hornier we get, the more extreme our fantasies. I'm very pleased that at times she can play the perfect cuckoldress, so writing this with some occasional help from her has been fun. Who knows what she'll come up with next? So, like you, I'm hard waiting for her next idea...

Don

The Key - 8

In that instant, on that night, something broke in me. The news that I'd be reporting to a young stud who wanted my wife every bit as much as Charles did in likely the same ways, my nakedness there next to Amanda as she played with my cage and balls, and Charles's command and destruction of the longtime sexual bond between Amanda and me was too much to fight. Time seemed to freeze. I couldn't think or say a word. I was losing myself under layers of helpless s u b m i s s i o n to Charles, and now to a young "genius" whom I'd have to train on the job as everyone became aware he was using my wife for his fuck toy.

Amanda's grip on my balls grew tighter as her sly smile widened. Charles looked on from his chair; his satisfied grin told me my future. "My sweet little Amanda," he said finally. "What an amazing woman you've become. You hold your husband's manhood in your fist, and yet you can't quite decide whether to crush his little balls or not. Still so caring, so attached to him after so many years of him disappointing you in your bed. I imagine castrating him is a satisfying fantasy, but there are other ways, Amanda. My ways. Let's do it together, shall we?"

She stood and lowered the tiny skirt, still staring at me with a cruel smile. When she was naked, she told me, "This is what I want, what I need. It's what I've always needed, but you could never give to me, as hard as you tried. Now you're going to watch while Charles fucks me. You're going to watch his huge cock pry me open and slide inside me. He's going to fuck me like a man should, and you're going to enjoy it. You're going to enjoy seeing your wife satisfied like you always wanted to yourself. I don't care if you get hard or not, or if you get out of your cage sooner or later. I only want you to know what I've wanted for so long now."

She went to him in three quick steps and straddled his lap. Clinging to his shoulders, her bare breasts pressed against his chest, she turned her face toward me. She locked her eyes on mine as Charles entered her slowly, making sure I could see every thick inch disappear inside her. Her body rose slightly with each sharp, rhythmic jolt delivered from Charles's hips as he began to pummel her from below. Then suddenly she moaned and collapsed into him, unresponsive and limp. I fought for breath as she was tossed like a tiny, exquisite doll made to dance for her master. Then, rising quietly from the shadows where their bodies met, the little unintelligible sounds she made became clearer. Her words were evenly spaced, repetitive, almost as if sampled by a machine adept at mimicking Amanda's voice at the height of her lovemaking.

"Show him, Charles - make him see - how I need to be fucked - how I need your big cock in me - how I come for you - so much better - so much better than with him..."

Her words sent a chill through me as I watched him fuck her. It was clear that she was in her own world, so deeply immersed in her fantasy that in her world, Charles's cock was the only thing that mattered. Were Charles's special desserts directly responsible for the humiliating words she used or had they simply enabled her to say what she had really thought during all our years of marriage together?

Charles ran his hands up and down her bare back, wandered under her arms, caressed her breasts, then returned to stroke her back. He feasted on her shoulder, biting and sucking, finally moving up along her neck, tracing lines along the tendons and muscles that stood in shadowed relief as she lowered her cheek on his shoulder. I knew all too well how sensitive her neck was, how, during sex, all I had to do was lick her there and she would moan with pleasure. If only my dick had pleased her half as much.

Her slim arms tightened around him, her back tensed, and she erupted in a series of short, muffled whimpers. I'm not sure how long it lasted - the sounds she made were like a siren's s o n g, drawing me in, making me want her, but warning me she was his now, that she had given her body to him completely.

I wandered the house most of the night, listening to Amanda's cries of joy and his hourly groans as he pumped his cum into her. They were the sounds of my worst nightmare, and yet I was so hard listening to him use her. When I peered into our bedroom to see Amanda riding him with her head thrown back and her hands caressing his chest, the pain from the cage was almost unbearable - but my dick stayed harder than ever. Her body was so small compared to his; I struggled to imagine how he fit inside her. And yet I wanted him to fuck her, to fill her, to make her come so many times she no longer had the strength to continue. I got hard thinking of my little Amanda belonging to him, hungering for him, moaning as his immense cock filled her belly. I didn't understand why. I only knew it made me both hard and fearful at the same time.


~*~


I finally slept early the following morning, and when I woke, Charles had gone. Amanda was bright and cheery, and looked amazingly fresh after her shower. She wore another outfit I didn't recognize, a pair of tiny pink shorts and matching crop top. I was staring at a wife I never knew. The lower curves of her breasts were displayed just under the lower edge of the top and the outline of her hardened nipples was tantalizingly visible beneath the paper-thin material. She saw me staring but made no attempt to cover herself or make an excuse.

"I know that look, sweetie," she said, smiling her best smile. "You like my new outfit, don't you? Charles bought me three of them, each in a different color. He thinks my body's perfect for them - do you?"

"I have to agree, I guess. But it's so revealing - I mean, you're not going out anywhere in it, are you?"

"Oh, I don't know. Charles says I should, at least for my jogs around the neighborhood. It's strange that he doesn't want to share my body, but he wants me to show myself to other men. I suppose that's part of owning me now, showing everyone that I'm, well, his girlfriend."

"So, is that what you are? His girlfriend? Do you have feelings for him? I mean, other than the sex?"

She was busy making coffee, and answered me as though we were discussing the weather.

"You're being silly, sweetheart. I'm your wife. I should have said 'lover', not 'girlfriend'. I'm sorry if I upset you."

But she had said it, and it stuck in me like a knife. I wondered if Charles would have approved of the word, and whether he thought of her that way. Still, as arrogant as I found him to be, I guessed her body was his only interest. After all, there had been so many other wives in his bed, so many marriages t o r t u r e d and changed irreparably by his "natural gifts". I couldn't help wondering if Amanda would have been immune to his advances if I had been blessed with a cock like his. Maybe it would have made me more of the Alpha Man she dreamed of. I should have been more assertive the first time he touched her. Instead, it had made my dick hard and I just watched him take her.

"We both overslept," she reminded me. "You don't want to be late for work on Eric's first day. I hope the two of you get along. I guess it's hard having someone that young as your new boss, isn't it? But he seems nice, and you know how attracted I am to him. Still, I wonder if he'll like me, after -"

"You mean after he fucks you, right?" I asked. "Charles did say he'd have the same use of your body as one of his benefits. It's just hard for me to take - having two men fuck my wife and having both as my bosses. I was supposed to get a promotion, but now Charles has given the position to Eric. Nothing is turning out as I planned, as we planned together. It's just so, discouraging."

"Oh, sweetie, don't worry about Eric. Yes, we'll probably be having a lot of sex together, but you shouldn't forget that accepting that is the only way to be free of your cage. Look at it this way - Charles is giving you another chance. If you let both of them have me and can keep from getting hard, I'm sure he'll be impressed enough to let you out. Once sex with me no longer matters to you, everything will be good again."

"Well, it'll be good for you, and Charles, and Eric, but I'll still be the husband of a gorgeous woman - one I can't make love to or even touch. Be honest. Won't you miss it at all? Have I really neglected to satisfy you even a little, for years now?"

Amanda brought our coffees to the table and sat across from me. She leaned forward and her top billowed open to display her perfect breasts, breasts I could no longer kiss or touch. I remembered Charles's hands on them the night before, lifting and squeezing them like he was examining ripened fruit. The image of his immense cock entering her slowly, inch after inch, stalked me and refused to leave. And in the background, her moans. Jesus, how she moaned for him.

She looked directly into my eyes, searching, trying to discern whether I really wanted the truth. It only took her seconds to decide.

"I won't lie to you, sweetie. I love being close to you, and seeing you want me, in your way. I feel affection for you when I see you get hard for me. Very deep affection. But there are some men who just aren't made to, well, fuck a woman like she really needs to be fucked. Sometimes it's cock size, but more often it's talent. Some men do all of it perfectly, and others just never get it right. I know you've tried to please me, but the sex was always less than I expected from you. I've tried to be patient over the years, always fantasizing about the man who takes me and knows what to do with me. Whenever I did have an orgasm with you, it was always with my fantasy lover there in my head, seducing me, out-fucking you as you stood by helplessly, hoping to learn what it takes. But you never did learn. And then Charles came along, and you just let him have me. I leaped at the chance, knowing you'd likely stand aside without challenging him, just like in my dreams."

This time the wound wasn't as deep, but it was still there. I was to be a true cuckold, with a wife who fucked other men to find the satisfaction she failed to get at home. The sense of loss and h u m i l i a t i o n began to blend with obsessive erotic thoughts of Amanda moaning while she rode the cocks of man after man. In a sense, her moans became satisfying for me as well, as if by giving her to her lovers I could help supply the unmet needs she suffered for so long. As she stared at me across the table with her beautiful, wide eyes, images of man after man plunging into her hungry body had me hard again. How could I want this? I didn't. But my dick was telling a different story.


~*~


The office had a welcoming party for Eric during lunch. Charles made a flattering little speech to our team, and Eric stepped in to eagerly accept Charles's praise as his new IT "genius". No one knew Amanda was part of Eric's "benefits package", at least not yet, but I cringed when he looked at me and winked while he spoke to the group. The image of him standing in his window, stroking his huge cock as my naked Amanda masturbated for him assaulted me within seconds. I thought of the second cock that would now put mine to shame, and how Amanda would enjoy adding him to her growing list of lovers. Did she think of me at all while Charles fucked her? Would she constantly compare both cocks to mine as they filled her? And then I'd get hard, knowing she would.

Eric called me to his office later that morning. I had hoped it would be all work and nothing about Amanda. Please. Not yet. Not where everyone might hear. He'd have her body in our bed soon enough, I was sure, but I wasn't looking forward to being cuckolded by two bosses with all my coworkers' knowledge. It must have been a first, and I was sure the other husbands would be grateful their wives hadn't been the property of two men at once.

"I wanted to get together today and talk," Eric said, wearing a knowing grin. I know I have a lot of catching up to do here, and I'd be grateful for any help you can give me. Charles has told me a lot about your work, and he's been generous with his praise of it. So, I think we can do good work together. I hope you agree.

"But we need to talk about Amanda as well. I suppose you know Charles has told me everything, and that she and I will have a special relationship from now on. You know I've always liked Amanda, but probably not that I've harbored sexual fantasies about her for years. There is something about an older woman in her prime that's always attracted me, and Amanda's a perfect example. But I have pretty good instincts about couples too. I can tell when a wife isn't getting the sex she needs, even when the husband can't. It's a talent I was born with, I think. So, have you discussed this with her at all?"

"Not really," I answered nervously. "I - um - was there that night, just out of sight, when the two of you masturbated at the window. I know she has fantasies about you too. It's not easy for me to say, but I'm sure she's eager to have sex with you."

He was quiet for a while, looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, than back at me and sighed. "I don't get this cuckold thing that's become more popular lately. I mean, letting other men fuck a gorgeous wife like Amanda? I'm betting Amanda loves it, but do you get off on it? Doesn't it bother you at all? I know you're wearing a cage on your dick, and that must be embarrassing at times. I mean, it's fine though. I'm willing to play - more than willing. To be b r u t a l l y honest, I can't wait to fuck Amanda."

His grin told me he wasn't going to be shy about taking her. I could almost see him drool at the prospect of putting that huge cock in her. And I knew she'd love it. I remembered her stretching up to kiss him the day before, there in public where anyone might see, her petite body so small and willing, so anxious to get a second look at his cock.

"I can't explain it to you, if that's what you're asking," I told him. "Charles seduced her, and I've had to go along to stay here. He's given me huge raises, and Amanda loves the things I can provide with that. Amanda loves sex with him, and I'm trying to accept it. Trying. And the cage, well, everything I do, every thought I have, is about being free of it. It's painful at times, and yes, embarrassing, even in front of Amanda."

"All I can say is, I wouldn't want to be you," he said. "But now that I know you're trying to accept that I'll be fucking your wife, I'm much more comfortable doing her. Has she told you how she feels about that? Do you think she's wet for me at this very minute? That she can't wait to fuck me?"

"We talked. This morning. And yes, she's looking forward to it, and that I learn to accept having other men satisfy her. It, um, has to do with our past, our sex life."

I see," he said, smiling again. "Maybe you just weren't up to the task, but thought you were, and she never let on? Then Charles fucked her and she couldn't keep the secret anymore? Something like that? I can always tell."

I stared down into my lap where the cage bit into my dick and balls. "Something like that," I confessed.

"You know, I never thought of Amanda as the slutty type, as long as I've known her, through my teens and after. But she always made me just a little horny, whether it was watching her out in your yard gardening in her little shorts and tank tops, or sliding in and out of her car in those tight skirts she wears. There was something hot about her innocent beauty that always put a little heft in my cock. For years now I never knew if her soft touches and little compliments on my looks were just meant to be friendly or something much more. She's one of my m o t h e r ' s best friends, so the nasty thoughts I had when she was around were just guilty fantasies. Don't get me wrong - I would have fucked her in a heartbeat had she told me she wanted it. Now, well, this is not only unexpected, it's long overdue. I'm hard right now just thinking about it."

His story about his past with Amanda was getting me hard as well. I wondered if she had considered fucking him years ago, but knew seducing her best friend's s o n would have been dangerous. Still, thinking back, she had always brought him into our conversations and always smiled a bit wider when he was around her. There was lasciviousness in that smile I refused to recognize at the time, but now it was clear she had likely thought of him when we fucked. Had she seen his cock before that night at our window? Was it part of her fantasies as well as his strong, young body?

"I don't think of her as a slut," I assured him. "Charles does, and you might, but she's still my wife. She's promised me she'll stay, that she cares about me. It's just the sex she needs from Charles. I'm sure she needs the same from you, with no strings or commitment. At this point I have to accept that. I can't give her what she needs in bed, but some men can, and now that she's had better cock she can't go back to the way we were. I have no say about any of it. She wants what she wants, and I need my job to keep her."

"Okay, I think I know where things stand," he told me. "But you should know I want to fuck Amanda as soon as I can. And since you'll be working for me, I need hear that you won't try to interfere. In fact, what I'd really like to hear is you beg me to fuck her. I'll just record it so there won't be any repercussions later. No one can blame me for fucking a man's wife after her husband begs me to do it. So go ahead - I'm recording now."

So far there hadn't been any physical evidence that Amanda was cuckolding me, but Eric was more careful than Charles. That it would even exist made my skin crawl. But Eric was my boss now, and losing my job and my new inflated income might cause me to lose Amanda when I couldn't afford the lifestyle Charles had promised us.

"I - um - want you to fuck my wife, Amanda," I recited.

"That's very generous of you. Is that what Amanda wants too?" he went on.

"It is," I offered. "She wants you to fuck her. She admitted it just this morning."

"And why would she want that?"

"It's, um, ah, because I can't, um, fuck her, the way she needs it."

"Well, that is unfortunate. Honestly now, just between us, is it because your dick is too small to make her come?"

"I guess," I said, my face burning with shame.

"And she told you that?"

"Yes, not long after Charles started fucking her. But she likes him too - how confident and aggressive he is."

"So now you're wearing a steel cage on your dick until you learn to let her have what she wants without jealousy or possessiveness. Is that correct?"

"It is. I don't like it, but I'm doing whatever it takes to have it removed."

"And when do you think that will be?" he asked.

"When I learn not to get hard for her anymore. To let other men have her, any man she chooses. I need to know she's being satisfied. To accept it, and be happy for her."

"Once again, you really want me to begin fucking your pretty little wife because you can't? I'm not entirely sure you mean it."

Eric was grinning across his desk at me, hopeful that I'd beg.

"I do. I'm begging you to satisfy her. It's what she wants. It's what we both want."

"Then consider it done," he promised.

~*~

I left his office feeling small and drained, giving in so easily that I couldn't believe what I had done. Now he had a recording of me begging him to fuck Amanda. I had just folded in his presence, worn down by Charles's constant dominance over me, and his ownership of my wife as though it was what I deserved. His "training" had me doubting myself at every turn. And after enduring all of it, I wasn't sure my cage would ever come off.

Amanda was in a surprisingly cheerful mood that evening when I got home. I still had misgivings about how Eric's talk with me ended, and I grew more and more worried when I replayed the meeting in my head. Getting away from him and Charles was comforting at the end of a long day, and Amanda's enthusiastic peck on my cheek was a much needed welcome at home.

"Did you know Eric called me today?" she asked, beaming. "He was so sweet on the phone that I invited him over tonight. I never knew he could be such a charmer, going on and on about how beautiful and sexy I am. How did it go today between you two? Did you have time to talk?"

"We talked," I told her. "I doubt the work stuff will change, but he made it clear that he can't wait to have sex with you. Did you know he fantasized about doing you since he was a teenager?"

"I guess I had more than enough clues that he did, sweetie. Honestly, I didn't encourage him, but I have to confess I've had some of my own fantasies about him for years. He's always had such a sexy, fit body, and there were times when I could see he was hard, so I knew he was huge down there. I suppose some of those fantasies never left me."

"So, did you think of him when we made love?" I asked. "Was it often? Did you come while pretending I was him?"

"I did, sweetie. Not every time though. I was always trying to give you another chance, hoping that you'd get better at satisfying me. You tried so hard, but still..."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I never met your expectations. I wish I had known, but that may have made things even worse. Hearing that I was a terrible lover would have devastated me. I might not have been able to get hard at all after that."

"You weren't a terrible lover, sweetie. It's just that there was always something missing. I had been with bigger men before, so there was that. But it was more than that. I needed to be 'taken' by a man who wasn't so careful or predictable. I needed to be ravaged, at least now and then, by a strong, powerful man who only cared about filling me with cock and making me come. I tried to let you know, hoping that you might change, but you didn't understand."

"Well, at least now you'll get your fantasy with him," I said, trying my best not to be beaten down further by what she had told me. "Are you going to s l e e p with him tonight? Is that why you invited him over?"

"I'm hoping he'll stay the night - it's what Eric and I both want. You knew it was going to happen soon, right? But I want you to be a part of it. Why don't you give me a nice hot bath and help me decide what to wear for him? We can plan the evening together, make the bed with clean sheets extra pillows, and light some candles in the bedroom. We need to make sure both Eric and Charles know you're okay with this, that you've helped Eric feel at home in our bed. It'll be a nice surprise for him. I could be on the bed in one of my sexiest nighties and you could show him in and offer me to him. Maybe you can even ask Eric if you can watch us; that might just give him a good reason to have your cage removed, if you show him you can keep from getting hard while he's fucking me. Do you think you can do that? Can you prove to him that my body is only for other men now? And that you've abandoned the idea that you'll ever fuck me again? Please try, sweetie. It's what we all want from you. It's my longtime dream..."

Fantastic !

I my Lord! I do wish I was Amanda's cuckold right now. Thoroughly downtrodden and ******, the only way for a cuck to be treated 🥰🙏🏼 X

Amazeballs
Droopy and Miss

more please!!!

Wow great story, if only i could get that scenario
a36a sissy cuck to my wife

Once again. Beautifully written. Great cuckold/ hotwife story.

Tension, anticipation, pushing boundaries, subm1ssion, teasing.

Another great chapter! Thanks for your work Don
djacobs

Thanks to everyone who's enjoying this and replying. It's a busy time preparing for the holidays, but I've managed to complete the next chapter. Now, on to chapter 9...


The Key - 9

When Eric didn't show up for dinner I was grateful to be spared more h u m i l i a t i o n after that day's meeting with him. Amanda was visibly excited at dinner, gulping her meal and wearing a knowing smile as I watched her.

"If you talked about me, did you get hard when you met with Eric today?" she asked between bites. "I thought you might."

"Only a little, just once," I confessed.

"What was it that made you hard? Do you remember?"

"It was his story about how he wanted you back when he was a teenager. He'd see you in your shorts and sweaty halter top outside when you were working in the garden and fantasized about fucking you. He also said something about how you let your skirt ride up to show your legs when you got in and out of your car. I never knew that. Did you do it on purpose, to tease him?"

"I don't remember all the details from back then, but I can tell you there were times when I knew he was looking, and I couldn't help giving him a better look at my legs, and sometimes more. A few times, after you made love to me the night before and I was still really needy for sex the next day, I'd go without panties and hope he'd be watching. Then I'd find an excuse to stroll over and talk to him just to see if I had made him hard. Sometimes he was, and I could tell he was huge."

"So, would you have fucked him back then if he made the first move? Is that what you wanted?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Now that you know how much I wanted him, I should confess that I bought this lifelike dildo after I started fantasizing about him. I guessed it was about his size - it was the biggest one they had. I hid it in the back of my underwear drawer so you wouldn't know. There were moments when I was with him during the day when I could barely control myself, then rushed back home to masturbate with it while you were at work. After I'd tease him a little during the day and then see how huge he was, even through his pants, you were especially useless to me in bed that night. I had already imagined what his cock would be like inside me when I used the dildo earlier that day, and I'm sorry to say, you just weren't an adequate substitute. Then the next day it was all I could do to keep my hands off him again. I never touched him - his cock, I mean, but I was wet for him so often. I mean, almost constantly. Trying to keep my obsession for him a secret was always so hard for me. I'd imagine what would happen if you found out and I'd feel so guilty, but only for a few seconds. There was always this little voice in my head that told me I deserved much better sex. You never noticed how much I wanted him when you saw us together? I was always afraid you would."

"I guess it bothered me sometimes, the way you touched him when the two of you spent time together. I saw the way he ran his eyes over your body when he thought I wasn't looking, and it made me a little jealous, but I never thought you'd let him seduce you - he was so young, and your best friend's s o n. But I guess my thoughts were also a tiny bit erotic. I never noticed his cock like you did, but I would see him mow the lawn next door without his shirt and have these fleeting thoughts that you might be attracted to him. I could see he was young and in great shape, and I was a little envious. He was just cocky enough to try to seduce an older woman - but you? You were so fresh and innocent. I had no idea that you..."

"That I needed much more in bed than you could give me?" she added. "I'm sure you had no idea how much I wanted him, or at least how I wanted his cock. I was always a woman who needed more, sweetie. You just couldn't see it. When it was clear you weren't going to give it to me, well, fantasizing about Eric's cock was inevitable. You can hardly blame me, can you?"


~*~


I answered the door about nine o'clock when Eric arrived. He apologized for being late, walked right by me, and took Amanda's hands in his, telling her how gorgeous she looked. We had tried to decide on her dress together earlier that evening, but she had made the final decision. When she stood there with his hands on her I had nagging regrets.

She had chosen a fiery red cocktail dress, an off-the-shoulder number that barely fell to mid-thigh. I had surprised her with it years ago on our anniversary. Amanda thought it was too revealing to wear for any of our social occasions, but she had surprised me by agreeing to my suggestion that we seek out a bar in a nearby city where we were sure to remain anonymous, enter ten minutes apart, then pretend we'd met for the first time and fuck in a nearby hotel. I remembered the way her eyes lit up as she listened to my plan. I also remembered that by the time I'd make my entrance there was always a guy there beside her trying his best to talk her out of the dress; I had to wait my turn to play my part until she sent him on his way. Sometimes my wait seemed uncomfortably long.

Thinking back, there were times when it seemed she was playing her own game, taking her time with the guy, promising him much more than we had agreed on. Now I recognized the flickering angst from that time, the spark of excitement while I watched them flirt, and the nagging anxiety as I buried the subliminal hint of eroticism under my certainty that she only wanted my dick inside her. Now I wondered if Amanda had enjoyed those brief encounters with strangers more than I knew. Was her need for a big-cocked Alpha lover so intense, even back then, that she may have considered leaving me there and taking him to our hotel room to fuck him? And when we finally arrived at our room, did she merely "let" me fuck her while wishing the guy at the bar was there with her instead? It worried me when I remembered that her gasps and moans on those nights had been nothing like those I heard when she was with Charles. Yet, those nights when we played our game were so special to me, those nights when I believed Amanda in her red dress was all mine.

Why had I agreed to such a revealing, come-fuck-me dress to show her off to Eric? True, I hadn't quite remembered how it would look on her as it hung there in our closet, yet there was a hint of how seductive it would make her. The material was paper thin and the band of lace over her breasts was shockingly transparent. Amanda's breasts were enticingly exposed, and the slight flair over her thighs threatened to show her pussy when she twirled in front of the mirror.

Had I agreed because I wanted Eric to find Amanda fuckable at first sight? Was this dark shadow of surrender inside me finding its way into the light, influencing my decisions and reactions to Eric's lust for her body? I'd have given anything to be able to satisfy Amanda myself, to go back to the way I had assumed we were. But after what she had told me, was seeing Eric fuck her and watching her cum like she couldn't with me an angst-driven curiosity I couldn't put aside?

She had refused the matching red panties I chose. "I want him to know all of me is available to him," she had told me. "They'll just get in the way." As I watched her fuss with her hair and apply the final touches of makeup, it was clearer to me than ever that she was completely naked under the dress and that I'd be handing over my sweet little Amanda to Eric as his sexual plaything. The shame was unbearable as I felt my dick twitch and inch forward in the cage.

I flinched when I saw Eric grab a fistful of Amanda's hair, pull her head back, and kiss her deeply. He explored under the flair of her dress with his other hand, and I could see him working between her legs, his fingers likely deep inside her. Her moan was low and guttural when her mouth sealed against his. The sound was vaguely recognizable, but much more intense than any I could remember when we kissed. It was both terrifying and exciting watching the young stud's confidence; he knew he could take my wife's body then and there in front of me without consequences or retribution. Amanda held him tightly, melting into him, pressing her belly against his growing erection. She began to move her hips against him, slowly and rhythmically. They might as well have been fucking.

Time seemed to stand still until Amanda broke the kiss and whispered, "You must know I've wanted you for years. Take me to bed and fuck me?" Eric looked over at me and waited for my approval. I knew what was coming.

"Well, we're both waiting," he said finally. "You know what I want; beg me to fuck your 'innocent' little Amanda."

Once again I'd have to tell him to take Amanda, this time as she listened. It stung to have her hear it, but I knew I had no choice. My new boss was giving me an order.

"P-please, fuck my wife," I stammered.

"It would sound more sincere if you were on your knees. You can do that for us, can't you?"

It took everything I had to lower myself to my knees before them. Amanda stared at me with a mix of disbelief and lust. She waited for my answer with the same expectation Eric had when he delivered the order.

"Please, fuck my wife, Eric. Please. Amanda wants you. She always has."

"And why do you think that is?" he asked. "Tell us."

"Because, I can't, um, satisfy her, and she's always fantasized about you - I mean, your cock."

He turned to Amanda and asked, "Is that true? That your husband has never been able to satisfy you? And that you've wanted my cock for years but were afraid to tell me?"

"It is," she told him, now gazing into his eyes. "In bed, he's, well, inadequate. I can't remember how long I've wanted your cock - then when I saw it for the first time in the window..."

Amanda took his hand and started to climb the stairs to our bedroom. Then she stopped and looked back at me, still on my knees, not able to speak or even move.

"Would you like him to watch?" she asked him. "I think my husband might like that, and we could let Charles know if he gets hard. You know it's a condition of being free of his cage."

"I have my own plan for that," he said. "It's a bit different than Charles's, but just as effective. I have a few ideas that will guarantee he won't be fucking you from now on. So by all means, let him watch."

I couldn't believe they'd be able to keep me from becoming excited by Amanda's body forever. It was just a cruel game they were playing, a game to justify fucking her as I stood by helplessly. Every guy I knew wanted her, or at least had told me what an incredible little body she had. Even in the most innocent conversations, my closest friends couldn't resist commenting on her looks, mostly how they wished their wives or girlfriends had that same electric appeal, even in their everyday clothes. It had been both a blessing and a curse since we started dating. Amanda was a delicious, petite Barbie doll. Her perfect five foot two body was proportioned just like the popular girl's toy, with breasts just a bit larger than the doll maker dared create them. Men couldn't just glance at her, they couldn't take their eyes off her, and many went a lot further, flirting with her as though I didn't exist even after we were married. How was I supposed to ignore her effect on men?

I followed them up the stairs to our bedroom and stood in the open door as Eric took her in his arms and kissed her again. It stung as I watched her submit so quickly and easily, collapsing against him and whispering in his ear how much she had always wanted him to fuck her. How had I not seen her obsession for him over the years? How could I have been so foolish in the past to assume her complete innocence when she laughed with him and touched him? Had I known it was much more than simple affection and blinded myself to it? Or maybe I was secretly aroused by their attraction to each other but buried it under the oblivious certainty that she'd never want any other man in bed. That I was so wrong for so long made the sting harder to take.

Eric held her at arm's length and stared at her for a few seconds, then grasped the lace neckline and ripped the entire front of the dress open in a single, sudden swipe. Amanda's eyes widened and her mouth fell open, her surprised look growing into a small, satisfied smile. The dress hung open, exposing her breasts and pussy as though she was intentionally presenting them to him to use as he wished. As he paused and stared down along the rift in her dress, her whisper was breathless and needy. "Are you going to fuck me now, Eric?"

I shuddered when she shrugged the dress off her shoulders. The candles about the room threw warm, dancing fingers of light over her naked body. Her pussy lips were swollen and wet - I could see them glisten when the light flickered over them. The sight of her breasts heaving with desire for him sent me into a panic, one that warned of my total loss of her. It was a scene from my worst nightmare, so why was my dick nudging the bars of my cage? For the first time it wasn't the sight of her perfect body that made me hard, it was the certainty that Eric would take her with his huge cock, that I'd hear the moans of her orgasms and know she had finally found joy in our bed, the delicious bliss she had dreamed of for so many years.

"Get on your knees and suck me," he ordered. Naked, beautiful, and completely under his spell, she unfastened his pants, put her hand inside, and slowly began to pull his cock free into the light. It was monstrous, much bigger than I remembered the night we watched him from our bedroom window. Each time I thought I had seen it engorged to its limit it grew even thicker, a rigid, throbbing spike of flesh drooling precum over her fingers as she played with it. There was a startled look of awe on her face, and a kind of fascination she had never shown with Charles's or mine.

"Put it in your mouth until I tell you to stop," he told her. I watched Amanda take the tip between her lips, then open to enclose the entire head in her waiting mouth. The shaft was impossibly huge, more than she could ever hope to swallow more deeply, but she tried like a woman possessed. I imagined that she must be swallowing a constant stream of his precum as she gagged on his pulsing shaft. Yet her hands were on him, circling his cock, milking it, sliding over it as her drool wetted the surface. She looked so small and helpless, so submissive, so not what I had always thought Amanda to be. Her actions were automated and trancelike; her entire body was twisting and swaying as though every part of her wanted his cock down her throat, then much deeper into her body.

When he was sure I had seen enough, he stopped her and lifted her chin up until her eyes met his. "I've waited a long time to see my cock in your mouth," he told her. "I always imagined you as hesitant and shy, not a married little slut who's so hungry for it - and while your husband watches, too. I'll bet he's wishing you'd suck him the same way."

Amanda glanced at me, then looked back up at Eric and nodded. Jesus, she looked so desperate for him. A sly smile appeared on her face as she stared back at him.

"But you don't, do you, Amanda? You've never sucked him like this, have you?"

"No," she whispered, "Never."

"In fact, you never will, will you?"

"No - never, I promise," she said, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss on the end of his cock. Her hands inched up his thighs until they found his balls and cupped them lovingly. "This is what I want," she whispered again. "All of it, inside me."

"And you can have all of it you want, Amanda. But first we have some training to do."

He motioned for me to come closer, then ordered me to sit in the chair he had moved to the foot of the bed.

"Get some of his neckties from the closet, Amanda," he ordered. "We need to be sure he behaves."

She returned with a collection of my best ties and showed them to Eric.

"You do it," he told her. "Tie his arms and legs. Make sure he can't free himself."

After she tied my wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the heavy chair, Eric handed her a large pair of scissors and told her to cut away my clothes until I was naked. As she worked, she tried to assure me it would be for the best.

"It's just a little game you have to play, sweetie. You know the more you cooperate the sooner you'll get out of your cage. As scared as you look, I think you really do want to see Eric fuck me, don't you? Telling me would make it so much better for me."

She ran the tip of her finger along the bars of my cage, slowing over the head of my cock where the sensation made me thrust my hips upward in desperation. She stopped then, watching my dick grow inside my cage. "I thought so," she added. She kissed me lightly on the cheek, then whispered close to my ear, "Oh sweetie, don't you wish you had a cock like Eric's?"

"Enough sweet talk," Eric told her. "Why don't you get on the bed and spread your pretty legs for me while I tend to your husband?"

Amanda did as she was told. Her legs were pried apart as far as she could stretch them, and she looked me in the eye and smiled. It was the hungriest smile I had ever seen from her, the smile of a totally owned woman, desperately in heat. Seeing my wife's drenched sex willingly on display was a blow to my gut, yet the mouthwatering eroticism of her naked body begging to be fucked had me hard inside my cage. I couldn't hope to prevent it. Her thirst for his cock was more than I could ever have imagined. Her entire body begged for it, raged for it. I finally just gave up trying to resist. Amanda was right - I wanted to see her take all of his immense cock.

"I'm feeling generous tonight," Eric told me. He took the key from his pocket and slowly inched the cage from my trapped erection. Suddenly I was harder than I had been in months. Eric stood in front of me and grinned. "No wonder Amanda needs a real man. Did you really think she'd be satisfied with that? You must have had a clue after years of fucking her, didn't you?"

"I - I guess I might have," I told him. "I do now, I mean, after Charles, and now you. I'll be okay with letting you have her, I promise. Just don't put me back in that cage. Please, I'm begging you."

"Oh, don't worry, there's no question that you'll let me have her, as often as I want her. Amanda and I will both see to that. The only question that remains is how cooperative you'll be. There are so many ways you can add to her satisfaction without fucking her, or even touching her. Tonight you can show her how much you want her to cum on my cock. I mean, really show her."

Eric untied my left hand and stood back to see whether I got his message. He glanced down at my erection, then across to my free hand and nodded.

"So, I can cum? You're letting me cum?" I asked.

"Absolutely. In fact, we expect you to jerk off while we fuck. It's your chance to show Amanda how much you want her to have the kind of sex she needs. You might even learn to enjoy doing yourself while I use her. It's such a gratifying gift from a husband to his wife, don't you think? It's the final step in your complete acceptance - that of you handing over your sweet wife's pussy to me. Amanda's going to love your little gift. She'll love it every single time you spew all over yourself while she's getting the cock she's always wanted. Now, enjoy yourself..."

Watching him enter Amanda was a strange mix of degradation and excitement. He was impossibly huge, so much so that I feared he'd split her open. But as his cock disappeared inside her, Amanda's face took on a rare appearance of surprise and long-awaited satisfaction. A faint smile on her face grew into an open-mouthed expression of pure joy as he filled her with more and more cock. Her juices flowed from her, coating the invading stalk of meat, making it glisten in the flickering candle light. I had never felt so small and incompetent, completely incapable of giving Amanda what she needed. My dick seemed meager and insignificant, yet it was hard and throbbing with the need to be touched and stroked as I watched Eric take her.

When Amanda began to moan softly I reached down and began to stroke myself. How had I let it come to this? She had welcomed Eric's cock inside without shame or reservation, knowing I sat nearby and watched him fuck her, fuck her like I never had or could. My sweet Amanda had told me without any reluctance whatsoever that I had never satisfied her, at least not the way she expected. And yet I jerked as I watched her petite body take a cock so monstrous I hadn't believed it would fit inside her.

The truth settled over me like a suffocating blanket; her body would belong to him from now on. Suddenly I felt my dick wasn't worthy to ever entering her again. Yet, I kept stroking. The little mewing sounds she made urged me on. The throbbing girth of Eric's cock pistoning in and out of her urged me on. Thoughts of her perfect body surrendered to him, her naked pussy, ass, and breasts completely his, her blissful expression and long awaited cries of passion and joy, all urged me on. How could she do this? My innocent, beautiful wife of so many years. But then, how could I? Jerking off to the ultimate surrender and crushing h u m i l i a t i o n of seeing her body so easily and willingly given up to him right there in front of me in our bed?

There was no doubt that he was using her, and that she wanted to be used. He never seemed to tire as Amanda's quiet words drifted across the room to me. "It's so good - so, so good, Eric. It's never been like this before. Never. Not with anyone. You're so big. I'm - so - full of you. All of me. Completely filled with you. Oh fuck, Eric - cum in me, please cum in me..."

My orgasm was sudden and unexpected. One second I was lamenting the loss of Amanda's incredible body, and the next I was spewing a fountain of cum over my hands and stomach. I couldn't stop - I had no control. Her words drove me over the edge of the cliff I was dreading, f o r c i n g me to give up my useless seed as a reward for the pleasure he gave her. In those moments there were no more questions, no inner angst or debate - when I came, every blind second of it was for Amanda, my surrender to her and Eric, and my helpless vision of her pussy now possessed and consumed by Eric's relentless, pulsing cock.

Not long after, Amanda's cries and moans echoed through the room as she came on his cock. He pinned her to the bed like a helpless a n i m a l while she thrashed under him, begging him to fuck her harder, to never, ever stop. It hit her suddenly, with wide eyes staring into his and mouth gaping in surprise. She must have never had an orgasm like it. It was painful to think I was so useless to her all those years, not even suspecting she needed what Eric gave her.

Eric came soon after, groaning and panting. I could see the root of his cock pulsing as his sperm erupted into her. It seemed to double in size, and yet it was still buried in her to the hilt. Soon the white, frothy excess began to flow from her, soaking the bed under them. Amanda closed her legs around him tightly and pulled him into her. As the last of his cum emptied into her, he lowered his face close to hers and told her, "You're such a little slut, Amanda - you do love to fuck, don't you? But now your pussy's mine, not your husband's. You'll never give it to him again, will you? You'll never let his dick inside you, will you? Will you? Tell me..."

Amanda didn't pause or think twice before she answered. "I am, Eric. I want to be your little slut. I want it more than anything. He'll never have me again...I promise...only you...only you..."

There was something so final about the way she said it. She made me believe I'd never be allowed to have sex with her again. As cruel and crushing as it was to me, part of me was relieved that I would no longer disappoint her. Part of me was strangely grateful that a man could give her what she had been deprived of for so long. Part of me was excited to see her delicious body spasm and shudder when she had finally been given the orgasm she dreamed about during our years together. But another part of me was screaming in horror inside.

Afterward, they climbed off the bed and stood in front of me, hand in hand. I was still shaking from my own orgasm, covered with thick strings of my own semen.

"He needs to go back in his cage now," Eric told her. "He's had a taste of what's to come, and I don't want him hard for you when I'm not around. He still has a lot to learn."

"But, he'll be so disappointed," she said. "He's been so good - really, he has. I'm sure he knows he could never compete, never satisfy me like you do. And he's never hard anymore."

My hopes were revived in seconds as Amanda pleaded her case for my freedom. Her nipples were still hard and pouting, and I could see Eric's cum leaking from her pussy down along the insides of her thighs. There was so much of it, more than I ever imagined could come from just one man. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and so his.

"He only gets to cum when he watches us fuck now, Amanda," he explained. "He has to look forward to it, to really want it. It's the only way he'll give up all hope of fucking you again. Wouldn't you like that? Knowing that he wants you to fuck me? Knowing that he lives for it every second of every day? That he finally sees himself as just a spectator, not a husband with rights to your pussy? Wouldn't it be a relief knowing he'd never want to put his dick in you again?"

Amanda stared at my crotch, studying the wasted pool of semen slowly collecting between my legs. She nodded and looked up at him with adoration. "I suppose you're right, Eric," she said, smiling. "It would be nice to know he no longer misses fucking me - and that I'd be having amazing sex with you. He's just been so miserable lately, and if he accepts it, and even learns to look forward to giving my body to you from now on, well, we'd all be much happier. At least he'd have a sex life then, even if it would be only watching instead of fucking me."

Amanda found the cage on the floor next to me and went to her knees between my legs. I could see the glowing sheen of sweat on her skin, a stark reminder of how Eric had made her body respond like I never had. His cum continued to drip from between her legs, the endless globs of sticky remains falling to the carpet at my feet.

Let me do it," Amanda told him. "It will slide on much easier now that he's all wet."

She glanced up at me while she worked. I thought I saw a hint of apology on her face at times, but then she'd busy herself with fastening the confining tube of shiny bars to the base that surrounded my dick and balls. I'd wince when she hit a sensitive spot while she tugged at the unforgiving metal base.

"I'm sorry if it's a little painful, sweetie," she said. "I haven't handled your balls very often - I didn't realize how sensitive you are there. But maybe a little pain is a good thing right now. It can be a reminder of what your little thing is good for. Using your hand won't be so bad, will it? And you'll still get to see me naked while you do it. I think I'll like that, seeing my husband get off while Eric fucks me."

As hope of ever having sex with Amanda was drained from me, I watched her stand and take Eric's hand. I was shocked to see his cock rise and harden again so soon. Amanda reached down and held it, running her fingers slowly over the tip. She presented the key to my cage to Eric with her free hand. She was so beautiful, so naked and used, her pussy still teeming with his incredible load of sperm.

"I know you wanted to keep this, and I think it's best," she told him, smiling. "I feel better about it now that I know he'll be able to have some relief now and then. Besides, there's something very exciting about you owning my husband's key. I can't think of a more worthy man to do it - to finally take charge of the sex in our marriage and make it what it should have always been. Thank you so much, Eric. You've made me a new woman. And thank you, sweetie - for learning your new place in our marriage and accepting it like I always hoped you would."

But I hadn't accepted it. Not after cumming. Not losing my beautiful wife's body to him. Not living out my sex life by jerking off while watching Eric fuck her. But then he took her to bed again, pumping his cum into her one more time, and the cage bit into my balls as my dick began to twitch and instantly harden again inside the metal bars.

Thanks Don Jetman !

wonderful!!!!

Not going to lie wish he was locked 🔒 up still and no chance of release but loving the story and ***********
Droopy and Miss

hey Don, I hope you have still inspiration. It's a great pleasure to read this damn hot story. I love it
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

I still have a few ideas for additional chapters - just very busy over the holidays. It shouldn't be long before the next one's ready to post. Glad you're enjoying it!

Don

yes do please continue !

The Key - 10

It didn't take long to learn that Eric wasn't shy about owning Amanda, even in public. Amanda would visit him in his office at lunch just as she had Charles, but I assumed everyone already knew the price husbands paid to keep their jobs there. She'd arrive fresh and exuberant and leave looking only slightly used - her hair hastily arranged and a button or zipper here or there left undone. I wasn't sure if others noticed, but I did, especially when she'd stop and place a quick, parting kiss on my cheek. I often imagined I could smell his semen on her breath.

Charles had moved on to take the wife of a newly hired, young college grad. He'd screen potential hires as a couple, then make his decision based on his intuition of how easily the husband could be cuckolded if offered the right incentives; that, and of course the attractiveness of the unsuspecting, sex-starved wife. The quiet new accountant fit the part of the cuckold perfectly, and his slim, statuesque, raven-haired wife no doubt sealed Charles's decision to welcome the couple into the fold. It wasn't long before she too craved visits to his office. I noticed she had been a quick and easy conquest; her formal attire gave way to leather pencil skirts, tightly fitted blouses with a few buttons undone, and six inch stiletto heels, all no doubt purchased by Charles to fit his ideal image of how a scandalously unfaithful corporate wife should dress. Of course, I knew why her husband looked the other way and didn't object.

The thing was, Amanda would stop and kiss me on her way out, no doubt meant to tease me with a tantalizing reminder of what she had just done. His wife strutted by her husband's office with a satisfied smirk, half-opened blouse and hard nipples, totally ignoring him. The poor guy looked as though he wanted to cower under his desk and cry. I wondered, day after day, if he'd ever be able to accept his new sex life, or whether he'd go missing one day and forfeit a successful future and then his wife to Charles.

Eric had moved out of his parent's home into his own house a few blocks away from us. It was an upscale neighborhood for a guy with his first real job, but I suspected Charles was showering him with money, probably for fitting nicely into his penchant for fucking the wives of the men who worked for him. I knew Charles would never have to pay Eric extra to fuck Amanda, but it was still embarrassing that Eric was compensated to do just that. He claimed he liked the neighborhood, but I knew he chose the location partly to make it more convenient to fuck Amanda, day or night. I struggled to get used to how often they were together. I'd come home at the end of the day to find Amanda smiling joyously.

"I went to see Eric today," she'd say, casually. "He took the day off and we spent the day in bed. I still can't get over how soon he gets hard again after he cums. He really wore me out today, but in a good way. He's an amazing guy. Does that still make you just a little jealous, sweetie? Maybe a little hard, too? I'd really hoped you'd have accepted all this by now."

I didn't try to hide my erections or lie about them anymore. I couldn't determine whether an erection while she described their fucking was the way out of my cage or not. I did know that Eric forbade me from getting hard by merely seeing her naked, and that he wanted me to get excited by watching them fuck. But her stories about them? They were unknown territory.

"Both, I suppose," I answered tentatively.

"Let's see then," she'd announce. "Take off your clothes while I tell you more - I want to see your cage, well, your dick, really. I love seeing you hard in your little cage when you think of Eric and me fucking. I always tell him, and he's so happy you actually want that amazing cock of his in me now."

It was the matter-of-fact way she said it, as though she was describing a visit to the grocery store, that constantly astonished me. I'd strip for her, she'd see my partial erection and grin with satisfaction as she traced the open spaces between the thin metal bars with her fingertip and continued with lurid details of their day in bed.

"Have you ever seen a man with a cock that big, sweetie? I mean, maybe at the gym in the showers, or even in a porn movie? I've never even seen a picture of a cock that huge. It's just so wonderful having a man like him, for sex I mean. You know I'll always want you as my husband, right? I'm sure you're envious - still, you can't help what you're born with, can you?"

There was always a mix of pain and excitement when she did that. No, I couldn't help what I was born with, but seeing her, even thinking of her, so delirious when she was impaled on his cock was shamefully exciting. At least he was satisfying her, making her happy, I told myself. But I'd have given anything for a cock like his so I could do the same for Amanda.

I dreaded the little meetings with Eric in his office right after Amanda left him. He'd pretend it was all business for a while, then always followed it with a punch to the gut.

"Amanda's quite a woman, but I'm sure you know that. That body, and that face, well, I definitely don't plan to trade her in like Charles does with his women. Besides, we have history, which makes finally fucking her so much sweeter. I always thought you two were the perfect married couple, that I'd never get a shot with her. All this sex is like a dream come true for Amanda and me. I hope she thanks you for it, or at least makes it clear that we're having the best sex of our lives lately."

"Oh, she makes it clear all right," I told him. "I come home to her stories almost every day now. It's all she ever talks about."

"Yeah, I hear all about it when she comes over. She says you get hard hearing about us fucking - I like that. But remember to keep your hands off her hot little body. That's all mine now. You get that, don't you?"

I'd tell him I did, that by then I had given up her body to him as best I could, but it still wasn't easy at times. I'd explain how I'd concentrate on staying soft when she undressed for her bath, or when she was dressed in one of her new revealing outfits, bought when she and Eric shopped for them together. But she had begun to parade around the house naked to test me, and I had to avert my eyes to prove I had learned my place. One lingering glimpse would get me hard in the cage, and I'd have to apologize to her for failing to banish all thoughts of fucking her from my mind. She'd grin, tweak my cage a few times with her fingers, and tell me, "You'd better learn to tame that thing. It's so adorable when it's tiny and shriveled. I keep thinking it should have been part of our marriage vows, that you'll promise to love, honor, and obey, and see that I get great cock, even if it's attached to some other man."

Eric always had a good laugh when I tried to explain, then warned me again to keep my distance when she's naked. "But I have to tell you, she has the tightest little pussy I've ever fucked, man. It's like a fist around my cock. Sometimes I can barely get inside her until she's soaking wet. And that thing she does, that milking thing with her pussy that sucks the cum right out of me? I've never seen anything like it. What a fucking amazing woman!"

He'd go on and on until he'd see me sweating, so embarrassed and yet so hard in my cage. He stopped then, studied me a bit, recognizing I was urgently uncomfortable.

"Oh, man, I'm so sorry. I forgot it wasn't like that for you, I mean when your dick was in her. I should know better; Amanda's complained about your size often enough. It's a shame really, never feeling what that's like, realizing Charles and I know your hot little wife inside out like you never did. But I'm sure it was no picnic all those years for Amanda either. It must have been pure t o r t u r e for her not getting the cock she needed. But then she never really knew what she was missing until Charles and I showed her. The pretty little thing just craves it now..."

I'd leave his office feeling drained and impotent, return to my chair, and struggle to keep my raging erection under control. Images of his cockhead poised at Amanda's juicy opening, then snaking inside her inch by inch, occupied me constantly.

There were still plenty of nights when Eric would fuck Amanda in our own bed, and he'd always make me watch. He knew how to arrange it just often enough that I'd be desperate to cum and would masturbate feverishly with my one free hand while tied to the chair. I began to look forward to those nights after being caged for months between them; lusting after Amanda as she constantly strolled around our house in the nude when we were alone only increased my anxiety and desperation until I was finally allowed to cum again.

Living in my cage for so long without relief, drooling over Amanda's perfect body day after day as the precum leaked from me endlessly, all the while knowing that I'd only be free when she no longer excited me, eventually took its toll on my nerves and sanity. Thoughts of Eric's immense cock in her occupied my mind every minute of the day. When I was alone it was a relief to allow myself to get hard, even in my cage, while I fantasized about them together, and gradually I got better at staying soft around Amanda's naked body. The punishment became more important than watching her breasts bounce and her round little ass wiggle when I knew she was trying to tease me. Maybe I could do this. I hated the fucking cage so much...

~*~

One day as I was completing an unusually large spreadsheet at work, I noticed a small window open at the top corner of my screen. At first the window was dark with only the sound of a woman's voice moaning. I scrambled to lower the volume, then recognized Amanda's throaty fuck-me moans. When the video began, Amanda's name appeared for a few seconds in glowing letters across the image and I recognized our darkened bedroom alight with rows of flickering candles on the night stands at the sides of our bed. She was riding Eric, rising and falling on the full length of his cock in slow, penetrating strokes. Her head was lowered and her eyes were locked on his as she took his cock inside her, over and over and over. Her words ware barely audible at first, then became clearer as though someone had increased the volume. Her voice was laced with breathless little gasps; she sounded so willing, so grateful, so taken with him.

"Why didn't you just take me years ago? I wanted you sooo much, Eric. I waited so long - waited while my husband gently fumbled and almost always failed to make me cum - waited while he never gave me what I needed so badly. What I needed from you. Oh God, Eric - just fuck me. Fuck me like he never could..."

He rolled on top of her and began pummeling her, the entire girth and length of his massive cock filling every inch of her with each full stroke. Her body looked so tiny under him and shuddered with every powerful thrust. And then her moans began again, ones I had never heard when we made love. They grew louder as he pounded her, her body welcoming the b r u t a l thrusts as though she had grown accustomed to them, but still craved them as much as she had the very first time Eric fucked her. Then suddenly the video ended and the window closed.

The rest of the day there were clips of Amanda dressing and undressing, masturbating with her giant dildo in a hot, soapy bath, and finally squeezing into a skin-tight tank top and thin nylon running shorts before leaving on her way to spend time in Eric's bed. I listened as she called him just before she left.

"Hi, you. I've been thinking about you all day, here all alone, naked and horny. I'll come over if you can get away early...No, I won't walk six blocks topless, not even for you! But I'm not wearing much...Of course they'll stare me - they all do when I'm half naked like this...Yeah, I know you like that - showing me off to the neighbors...What will they think? They'll think my husband isn't fucking me enough, that's what they'll think. I really don't care about them now that I'm getting your big, fat cock..."

I no longer cared that I was forbidden to get hard. I tugged and twisted the cage, trying to work it back and forth just enough to cum. I didn't give a damn if anyone in our office saw me. After half the day had passed, I gave up and sat shaking in my office as the precum drenched my slacks. I'd have done anything to cum, maybe even abandon all hope of touching Amanda's body ever again. Maybe Eric was the kind of man who was meant to do that, and I was the kind of man that was meant to just watch.

~*~

As the weeks passed, I rarely got any work done, but no one complained. Charles would pat me on the shoulder when we met in the hall and ask me how my "training" was going. Eric was even more understanding. "Don't worry about the schedules and deadlines," he'd tell me. "You're still a valuable asset here. And I'm sure Amanda knows just how valuable your place here has become. By the way, I'm giving you another raise. Amanda has her eye on this sporty new BMW, and we wouldn't want to disappoint her, would we? Just think of her racing around town with the top down, wearing one of those skimpy little halters I bought her, and all the looks she'll get from drooling admirers. You can picture that, can't you? I thought so."

She had mentioned she'd like a new car, but only in passing. Butshe had told Eric the make, model, and probably even the color, knowing he'd find one more way to keep her hungry pussy content and me under his thumb. I had seen her in the halters he bought her - tiny bits of thin cotton that covered her nipples and not much more. She'd add a pair of scandalously short cutoffs and pink sandals just before prancing through our neighborhood Saturday afternoons on her way to Eric's place to fuck him. When I had questioned Amanda about how appropriate it was to show off in front of the neighbors, she merely smiled and told me, "Let them get a good look. I couldn't care less. Our sex life is none of their business. And by the way, you're the one who shouldn't be looking. You wouldn't want me to tell Eric, would you?"

I couldn't bear to watch her leave, and would think about his cock in her all afternoon. Then she'd come home hours later, strip in front of me, and ask me to draw her a bath. "You can watch if you want," she'd tell me. "In fact, I'd like that. As long as your little thing doesn't get hard."

I'd stand beside the tub and pretend to watch, averting my eyes much of the time while trying to stay soft for her. Even when I could, there were times when I couldn't ignore the strings of Eric's semen that seemed to pour from between her legs, swirling among the soap bubbles that surrounded her perfect body. I dreaded knowing it would make me hard instantly, and there was seldom any way to avoid having her notice. She'd kid me that my dick wasn't much bigger hard than it was deflated, and promise not to tell Eric if I admitted it. I would, out loud to her smiling face, overwhelmed by shame.

"You're right," I'd assure her. "I know I'm too small to satisfy you. Your body belongs to Eric now. You deserve a cock like his."

She'd rise up from her bath, glistening and naked, put her arms around me, and tell me how much she still loved me, and then how grateful she was that I wanted her to be happy, even if it meant surrendering her body to Eric's cock. I'd slink away, nearly insane with h u m i l i a t i o n and arousal with my dick painfully hard inside the confining bars of my cage, knowing she'd be naked around me for the rest of the day. Still, she loved seeing me soaked with my own precum. She loved telling me about her time with Eric that day as strings of the sticky mess fell from the tip of my cage to the floor in front of her delicious body. And she loved telling me how much bigger he was as she watched with amusement. My only hope during those times was that maybe she wouldn't tell Eric. Maybe I wouldn't have to wear the cage forever if he thought I had stayed soft and behaved.

~*~

~*~


At work the videos of Amanda began to play constantly in the corner of my monitor. No two were the same, Eric's way of letting me know how often they fucked. Amanda's obsession for his cock was something I knew all too well, but I was still shocked at how many times they had used our bed during the day. Inserted between the videos of them fucking were long stretches of Amanda dressing and undressing in our bedroom, and her masturbating with her once secret dildo on our bed. The window went black again, then returned with a static image of our bedroom. I could see the red display on the bedside clock - I was watching our bedroom in real time.

A few minutes later Amanda entered the room talking on her cell, flopped down on our bed, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her hand inched inside, moving gently over her bare breast and nipple. I closed the door to my office so I could raise the volume to hear what she said.

"Of course I want to keep fucking you, Eric. If you insist, then that's what we'll do, but we can't keep him in the cage forever. He is my husband, and he's so miserable. Of course I want your cock instead of his, Eric. No, I don't miss his at all. But he might be near the breaking point - he's so nervous and tries so hard. Yes, I know that's what it will take. Yes, I'm sure that's what I want. I only want you to fuck me now. So, we keep him caged and soft a while longer? Seriously? That long? I know, I know. If we want it to last, it's the only way."

I collapsed back in my chair, my hands shaking, my persistent hope that I might be freed crushed by their conversation. The videos of Eric and Amanda continued to play over and over on my screen in an endless loop. I was devastated, but couldn't resist watching every minute of her frenzied convulsions when she came with his cock in her. Then came the usual recriminations: 'it's how I should have been able to make her cum all those years', 'maybe letting Eric fuck her is how it should be'. There was still a nagging sense of loss, but I began to believe it was only fair that Eric should be fucking her, not me. Yes, she was still my wife, but if I had failed at sex, maybe it was better if she found it somewhere else. I just had to learn to accept it.

The next day Eric and Charles came to my office, asked how my day was going, then walked around my desk to look at my screen. "Very nice," Charles told him. "How do you get that quality from those tiny pinhole cameras? It's like I'm in their bedroom watching."

"It's the latest stealth tech," Eric answered. "Much better than the cameras you used to use. They never know they're there, so we get every second of what used to be their private little moments. No more pretending to calm her husband's hurt feelings - now we hear what she really thinks, well, after just a little of my 'encouragement'. I can install them wherever you want, maybe in that new leggy, cuck-hungry bitch you're fucking. You'd know exactly how to mind-fuck her wimpy husband after listening in, and I'm pretty sure she'd welcome handing over what's left of his balls."

So, Amanda knew nothing about this. I hadn't counted on them spying on her, and on us, recording every conversation we'd had about her and Eric. Maybe when I let her know what they had done, all this would end. She'd never put up with this kind of deceit. Having her every move recorded would be a deal breaker for her. She'd come running back into my arms, and maybe even my bed. And my cage would be gone...

I felt Charles's hand on my shoulder. "I know what you're thinking. So don't. Not if you want to keep your job here and your new lifestyle. Would Amanda stay with you if you were penniless, bankrupt, and unemployable for the foreseeable future? This is our little secret now, sport, just between the three of us. One word from you to anyone, including Amanda, and you're a pathetic nobody for the rest of your life."

The sounds of Amanda's moans drifted through my office as Charles gave me his ultimatum. On my screen, Eric's cock was buried in her to its flaring root, satisfying her need to be filled with the girth I had never been able to give her. She squirmed under him, raising her hips in slow, undulating circles.

"Tell me what you want, Amanda," Eric ordered, his face inches from hers, staring into her eyes. Her eyes were locked on his as though she was in a trance. My stomach churned as I watched her gaze back at him - it was adoring gratitude, unrestrained lust and passion, and finally, total surrender.

"I want you, only you," she recited, again h y p n o t i z e d by his mere presence on top of her in our bed.

"What would you tell your husband if he was here, if he asked if his dick was enough for you?"

"I'd tell him it isn't - it never was - not like you, like yours."

"If we let him out of his cage, he'll want to fuck you again. He might insist. You're his wife; you might have to let him," Eric suggested.

"Then don't," she told him, without a second's pause. "Don't let him out. I couldn't go back to that. Not after you..."

She began to shudder under him, locking her legs tightly around his back, whispering," Eric...Eric...Eric..." as her orgasm swept over her.

"What more proof do you need?" Charles asked, patting my shoulder in a sardonic show of "comfort". "They all come to this. I know. I hire them - well, their husbands, actually. But I can smell a hungry wife within minutes of meeting her. Put a big cock in her, just once, then shower her with a lifestyle she never imagined her husband could give her, and she belongs to me, or us, in this case. You're no different than the others who come to work here. Take my advice - let us have her body. You can keep the rest. That way, everybody's happy. Life goes on - a very good life if you'll only accept it. You're lucky in a way - you're one of those husbands who has a dirty secret, that you like watching Amanda take a cock much bigger than yours, and get off watching her new cum-face, one you've never seen before. Now, that's not a bad thing, is it? Getting rich and getting off while watching your pretty wife become our office whore?"

"I - I guess not," I muttered. At least there was some promise of getting free of my cage - he had said "get off watching her". Being free of my cage may be the start of a new beginning. They wouldn't want Amanda forever. New wives were hired all the time, and Eric would eventually grow tired of Amanda and move on, following Charles's example. We'd be rich, and I wouldn't have to worry about finding a job. Amanda could keep her new car and our extravagant lifestyle. I'd get even with Charles for making my wife his whore, maybe expose him for what he was so other husbands and wives could avoid his trap. Maybe I could accept things as they were, until then...

"That's a good boy," Charles told me. "But just in case you have a change of heart, I've arranged a bit of insurance. It's there, on your screen. Just about...now."

I saw our bedroom again in flickering candle light. The view was much wider, covering the entire room. Eric was thrusting his cock into Amanda in long, full strokes. She was moaning loudly - long, eerie, a n i m a l moans that rose from my desk as though from a dark, obscene, guilty memory. I was in the frame, sitting at the foot of our bed, tied to the chair, pumping my erection with my free hand while I watched with greedy excitement. Just as Amanda came, I spewed a miniature fountain of semen over my hand and belly, groaning and gasping as Amanda's body heaved and twitched under him.

"Now, we can keep that to ourselves, or put it out on a few web sites for everyone to enjoy," Charles said, grinning. "I doubt you want that - your family and friends watching you get off as your innocent little wife 'performs' for you with the cock she's always dreamed of, the cock you could never give her. We could title it, 'Cuckold wimp watches wife get her dream cock.' I wonder; how many men would want her pretty married pussy after that? Your friends? Coworkers? Maybe even a relative or two who always fantasized about fucking her? And they'd all know you'd give her to them and get off watching them cum in her. What would you tell them, sport, when they offered? What would you say when they all tried to fuck your pretty little Amanda? I'm pretty sure your cock-hungry little wife may enthusiastically agree to fuck each and every one of them..."

wow!!!!...ENcore!

Chastity for life!!!
Droopy and Miss

Great work Don!!

What's going on next ?

Thanks, guys.


Working on the next chapter. No relief in sight for poor hubby...

Don

Don I too am a writer and I just wanted to let you know that I enjoy your stories. They are well written. I know that my stories are nott as well written as yours , CW Cobbelstones or Good Husband ,but I try. And I know that it is comments to the stories that keep us going. So keep the stories coming .

omg, it's getting deeper and deeper ...
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