The Key

Thanks for the comments, guys. Here's Chapter 11, and another is soon on the way. Enjoy!


The Key - 11

During the following days, weeks and months, I walked a fine line between fear and certain defeat. It seemed like the cage had become a permanent unwelcome part of me, a constant reminder that I'd never enjoy Amanda's body again. Amanda wasn't cruel about our likely future; at least she tried not to be. She did take the opportunity now and then to tease me about it, but then she always did love to tease me. Most days it was her casual attitude, that Eric owned her pussy now and that his cock was much more than an acceptable replacement for mine in our bed, that added to my anxiety.

Amanda rarely wore any clothes around the house, and had somehow learned to "stroll" in a way that accentuated her hips and breasts. After a while it occurred to me that it was the "runway walk", an enticing way of crossing one foot over the other that made her hips sway and her breasts rise and fall with each step, a stride I noticed runway models use to make new fashions more desirable and the models more fuckable. I didn't know whether the sexy strut she had adopted was something Eric or Charles trained her to do, or whether she simply felt sexier knowing Eric's cock was always available to her. I was afraid to ask; I didn't need one more rave review of Eric's cock from Amanda.

Amanda continued to visit Eric at the office several times a week. Men had always stared at Amanda, so I wasn't surprised that every head turned when she arrived and strolled to Eric's office in a short skirt or revealing top. She'd close his door after she entered and I'd hear the lock snap shut. There was no question that he was fucking her there during work hours; many of the men there had endured Charles's practice of owning their wives as long as he wished in exchange for their astronomical salaries. Still, I noticed the looks on their faces as Amanda's visit brought back memories of their own wives panting at the end of Charles's cock. Some of the looks were of resignation, I guessed by the husbands who still had to give their wives to Charles when he came knocking. But some were of pain; I knew some of Charles's conquests didn't stay with their husbands after he abandoned them. Maybe it was just too much for their husbands to bear, or maybe their wives had become addicted to a cock like Charles's and left to find another one. Seeing their reactions bumped my anxiety another level, especially when Amanda strutted into my office on her way out to kiss me on the cheek. I could never quite decipher her sly grin then. Maybe I didn't want to.

I felt even sorrier for Jim, our newest accountant. His wife, Juliet, made a habit of coming to Charles's office almost every day at lunch, and her moans were so loud they drifted continuously through his door. Charles would see her off when they finished, standing in his open doorway watching her own unique strut, calling out, "You're welcome, Jules, come again any time." Jim would glance at her wicked smile and cower behind his computer screen, not yet even slightly acclimated to Charles's use of his wife like some of us had become. To add insult to injury, it was obvious that Charles had Juliet's breasts enlarged, an addition to her tall, slim frame that made her body every man's wet dream. I doubted Jim ever got to touch or even see them. I noticed his cage once in the men's room and let him know he wasn't alone in his misery. He zipped up, turned and headed for the door without a word. He looked defeated and empty.

The holidays approached, and I began to dread Charles's office parties from the stories I'd heard. Amanda was delighted when Eric delivered the dress he chose for her to wear. I was f o r c e d to suffer watching her put it on that day. Eric's mood was especially upbeat and sadistic. He made me get naked before he let me watch her squeeze into the dress so he could see whether I'd get hard. I tried to look away and think other thoughts, but stealing a look now and then was just too tempting. It was agony, but I managed to stay semi-soft and hoped he wouldn't notice my dick creeping forward in the cage.

"Look at how it shows off her tits, man. And the slit up the front just might let everyone know what her shaved pussy looks like. You know they all imagine her naked when she comes to the office on her little visits, don't you? You know they all want to fuck her. Look at her! Tell me how fuckable she looks in this dress!"

The fiery red sheath was so thin and delicate it looked like it might fall to pieces with her every move. I couldn't take my eyes off her perfect breasts once I saw how the top of the dress barely covered them, nearly exposing her nipples as the tissue-like material molded her bare breasts. The gossamer material clung to her like a second skin; there was no doubt that she was naked under it. The slit in the front rose nearly to her waist, and as she walked to show it off I could see flashes of her pussy now and then. In fact, the fabric was stretched over her enticing mound and belly so tightly it revealed every line and curve, including the slit between her pussy lips. He couldn't possibly expect her to wear it in public, even at our private office party. I was stunned.

"Well, is she fuckable or not?" he demanded again. I see your dick is giving half your answer, but Amanda and I need to hear that you agree."

It was too late - I was already getting hard, already defeated again by another of Eric's traps. "She is," I said quietly, overcome with both shame and arousal. "I know they want her. Everyone wants her - they always have - guys with bigger dicks than mine. And now I know she wants them." Admitting that my beautiful wife needed more than I could give her had become more frequent and somehow easier, even with the angst simmering in my gut. As I answered Eric, my mind went back to the scene in our bedroom, just as his immense cock began to enter Amanda. I remembered the look of both wonder and elation on her face as he slid into her grasping pussy. And I remembered her cum face as if it was yesterday. Then I realized I was as hard as the cage allowed, the flesh of my dick trying desperately to escape the confining bars.

"It's okay, this time," Eric told me. "I'm hard myself. But you better stay soft when I'm not here with Amanda. I need to be sure you'll never try to fuck her when you get out of that cage. I own that gorgeous, tight little pussy now, and Amanda is happy that I do. So go ahead and stare. Just remember, she may be your wife, but her body belongs to me now. Got it?"

I assured Eric I understood, but was relieved he had allowed me my erection while I stared at Amanda's body in the dress. Her beauty was breathtaking, but there was something in the way it affected me that was more pornographic than simply wanting sex with my desirable wife. As she posed in the dress for us, I began to imagine her with Eric, fucking in position after position, her face a display of greedy satisfaction, his cock growing to impossible proportions as she was impaled repeatedly by his pulsing meat. Their fuck sessions had been playing daily on my computer at work, and watching Amanda evolve and thrive as Eric's plaything had allowed my angst to slowly subside and the raw excitement of their sex acts to begin to take its place. I didn't doubt that she still loved me, but her constant sly smile and her panther-like walk told me she had become a new woman, one of Eric's making. I had to agree; Amanda was the most fuckable woman I had ever seen, but not for me now - only for other men.


~*~


Charles's holiday parties were always over the top. He didn't care about social norms or appropriateness; that wasn't a big surprise after knowing he made a habit of fucking his employees' wives. I didn't know how big our little club was, only that Jim and I were currently members. Seeing how confidently he plucked wives from their husbands, I could tell he had a long, sordid history of it. I knew there were others, but wondered how many of them were the ones who stared at Amanda when she came to Eric for her sessions. I was sure their guilt was much like mine; in a way we were selling our wives' bodies in exchange for the lifestyle Charles provided. But how many others also found the eroticism surprisingly addictive? How many others got off watching Charles use their wives' bodies to satisfy his need to control everything around him, ignoring the potential damage in his wake?

There were fifty of us there that night; the husbands and wives hovered in small groups as they gossiped about the most recent office promotions and affairs while a few select single men moved through the crowd of guests like sharks sniffing out the fresh bait Charles tossed to them. Wives flirted with the sharks here and there while their husbands stood by silently, sweating and red-faced. There were no arguments, no fights, not a single unpleasant word. The price was too high. Allowing wifey's fantasy to surface and play a while was worth keeping one's position and money. It was Charles's game, and each husband knew it all too well. It was a kind of Russian roulette; whose wife would surrender to her fantasies and let the shark fuck her, shaming her husband for weeks to come back at work? And after, there were always the little jabs from Charles to remind everyone that the poor guy's wife had cuckolded him, and was likely a little slut. Still, living with Charles's games was part of the job.

Charles arrived at our house unexpectedly, an hour before the Christmas party was to begin. He wanted to watch Amanda get dressed and ordered me to watch from the chair in our bedroom while he helped her into the skin-tight dress. The neckline barely covered her nipples, and she tugged and tugged at it to try to keep it in place. I couldn't see how it would stay in place through the night without constant adjusting, but that seemed to delight Charles. The slit up the front opened dangerously close to her pussy when she walked. I stared at her legs as they were exposed through the slit, one after the other, naked nearly to her hips. Charles stood behind her as she studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. His hands were on her shoulders, his hips pressed against her firm little ass. I was sure she could feel his cock harden.

"It - it shows soo much," she said as she stared into the mirror. "I'm not sure I can keep my boobs covered all night, Charles. I don't mind you showing me off, but I feel so exposed, so 'available' showing myself like this to everyone at your office. Do you want them to see this much of me? Do you want the men there to try to fuck me? I thought you and Eric wanted me all to yourselves."

"You don't have to worry about any of that, Amanda," he assured her. "No one else is going to fuck you - they know the consequences. They might look, but they won't say a word. Everyone knows I'm in a position to take whatever I want, and that includes you. It's also time to make a few more things very clear. You need to show everyone that you're addicted to cock. They need to know deprived you've been and how hungry you are for it. I don't care how you do it, but they need to see it. And your husband has to show them that he approves of your little flirtations with other men, unconditionally. You both need to be convincing. If you're not..."

I knew very well what would happen if we didn't play his game - I'd be fired the following day and Amanda would still belong to him. I didn't know exactly what he expected from us, but I prepared myself for the h u m i l i a t i o n of making it known I had surrendered Amanda to both Charles's and Eric's cock.

"You do understand, don't you?" he asked me. "I'm sure Amanda will give them quite a show with a bit of my help, but you need to show some enthusiasm, some humility, just as a submissive husband should. Can you do that? Convincingly?"

"I - I guess I can," I told him. "But it'll be in front of all those people - everyone I work with. What do you expect me to do, exactly?"

"I expect you to appear glad that Amanda and I have become such good friends. I expect you to smile when I fondle her a little. Nothing too obvious of course, but when I put my hands on her and her pretty little pussy drips for me, make everyone believe you want her to be happy. I'll want you to stay close to us all night though; I want you right there when I introduce Amanda to a few people she doesn't yet know. Other board members will be there with their wives, and a few men I thought Amanda will enjoy meeting. All I ask is that you play her quiet, submissive husband. Don't talk, and don't touch her. Maybe act like you know you don't deserve such a gorgeous, sexy woman. Just let her have fun and keep your mouth shut. You can do that, can't you?"

I told him I could. My guts were twisted in knots just imagining it though. I'd look like an idiot, one who doesn't have the sense to know when his wife is being used as another man's toy, a husband so clueless that he doesn't see his own wife's sexual yearnings for his own boss. It was going to be a long, painful night for me and my cage.


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Charles had decided to drive Amanda to the party himself, leaving me to get there by my own means. I did my best to dress in a way that hid the bulge of my cage and raced to the office to join the party. Charles and Amanda had arrived before me, and I saw him leading her to a small group of couples at the far end of the room. He was holding her hand as everyone watched, the perfect couple to those who didn't know she was my wife. I dashed over to join them, afraid some may think Amanda was his date, or maybe his wife. Charles introduced me when I arrived at their side; I remembered to be quiet and accepting of whatever he had planned.

"Ahh, late as usual," he said to me, grinning. "This is the beautiful Amanda's husband who had so generously left her in my hands tonight due to his delay. The poor man works much too hard, I'm afraid. So many hours at the office away from Amanda. But you always find ways to occupy yourself, don't you, Amanda."

His smile was wide and leering as he fixed his eyes on her scandalously exposed breasts. Her wine glass was nearly empty, and she had let the neckline drop on one side to show a sliver of bright pink nipple. Amanda's eyes were wide and liquid, her smile uncomfortably giddy.

"Oh, I do, I do, Charles. I've learned to fill my spare time with things that please me, that excite me. I'm rarely lonely - sometimes I don't even miss him for days while he's gone, doing, well, whatever he does for you. He's such a dear - he gives me anything I want, anything at all..."

She was slurring her words, leaning against Charles's arm, squeezing his hand as she talked about me like I wasn't there. Both older couples' smiles tightened, looked down at the carpet for a few seconds, then drifted away to avoid any reply.

The remaining man before us was tall and well-muscled, huge actually. He towered over us by at least ten inches and gave no sign of retreating. His smile didn't give a hint of fading - in fact, he was openly grinning at us.

"Amanda, this is Vicente, a very old friend of mine. We do a significant amount of business with him in Spain. He's come all this way to join our little party, so be nice to him," he told her, grinning.

"You have such a beautiful wife," he said to me. "And I hear you are very good to her. I can see why."

I couldn't find words to answer him. The guy was a hulking giant, yet refined and polite. His sharp facial features were striking, as though taken from a Greek bust harvested from the Aegean. Amanda was staring up at him, a bit shaken, I thought. The top of her dress slid a bit more but went unnoticed by her. Both of her nipples were fully exposed and rising to hard little buttons of pink flesh. Without a word, Vicente reached out, took the edge of the dress in both hands, and raised it back into place. I noticed his finger graze her nipple and heard her gasp while she continued to stare into his dark eyes.

"I'm sure you are beautiful everywhere under that dress, Amanda," he said quietly. "But your body is not for everyone here to admire, or enjoy in other ways. It should be celebrated privately, without the prying eyes of those who don't understand who and what you are."

They stared at each other in silence for a full minute before Vicente spoke to her again.

"I hear your husband is a very generous man - far from the possessive or jealous type. Is that true?"

Amanda turned to look at me, now unsteady from the wine, her eyes pleading for the answer she so desperately needed to hear from me.

I nodded. "It's true," I confessed.

Vicente stepped closer to her and slid a hand under the slit of her dress, parting her legs in one practiced move. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face with his remaining hand, then placed a dark, probing finger against her lips. Amanda opened her mouth and sucked. He entered her more deeply, and she took the rest of his finger greedily.

"You are more than generous to allow her this, my friend," he told me. "Maybe a little crazy too, no? Letting your pretty wife slut for me? It must excite you. Does it?"

"It does," I admitted, feeling a hot flush of shame fill my cheeks.

Amanda was shivering and gasping in his hands, making obscene sucking noises as she devoured his long, thick finger. Her empty wine glass had fallen to the carpet and she was grasping the front of Vicente's pants, exploring, clutching, and rubbing his growing erection. We had moved to an empty corner of the room, but I still searched frantically about the room, terrified someone would notice. Charles noticed my panic, grinned at me, and whispered, "Not a word. Let them have a good look at who your wife really is." He was enjoying this - putting my wife in the hands of a handsome, powerful stranger.

The few seconds Vicente played with Amanda seemed like minutes, or at times much longer. Finally he released her and faced me. I was shocked when he reached for my crotch, felt the front of my pants for my cage, and grasped it in his hand. It was beyond anything I had imagined. Amanda and Charles watched him hold me there with a single hand, both of them waiting for his next move with growing expectation.

"There it is," Vicente announced. "I was told you were caged. It's a curiosity to me - in my country any man would be ashamed to let his woman do this to him. But we're not in my country, so men like you throw their wives at me, and their wives never object. How long has it been since you've made love to her?"

"It's - been, um, months now, I guess," I answered.

"It's been almost a year," Amanda added, still watching his hand tightly clutching my cage. "Charles and Eric won't let him touch me. His job depends on him doing whatever they want. That includes letting them have sex with me, for a year now. Not that I'm complaining..."

Vicente let go of my cage and returned to Amanda, his eyes roaming over her body. "How any man could allow something so beautiful to slip through his fingers is a mystery to me. Can you explain it to me? Can you tell me why you've trapped his manhood in this medieval device? Why would a ravishing, seductive woman choose to abandon her husband's member for those of other men?"

He ran his hands over the thin material covering her breasts as he questioned her. I watched her nipples nearly burst through the tissue-like material as her breathing deepened. Her eyes never left his; she was beyond caring whether others noticed them together or not.

"My husband never satisfied me - well, not often," Amanda offered. An embarrassed smile crept over her face. "In bed, I mean. I know he tried. I hoped things would change, that I'd be able to cum with him, at least now and then. But years went by, and they didn't. Charles seduced me, then gave me to Eric. They were both, um, bigger - better in bed. They made me cum, every time, more than once. I just couldn't go back to the way things were. I couldn't live without the sex they gave me. But it was Charles's idea to cage him. I know it embarrasses him and frustrates him, but he has to learn to accept it. It's the only way I can stay with him. Fucking other men has changed my life. I'm not going back to empty sex."

It was the first time I had heard her refer to our sex life as "empty sex". It surprised me at first, but mostly that she'd say it out loud to a stranger. He knew I was caged, and now he knew why. I was well on my way to accepting what Amanda had told him, but still ached for her body at times, especially during our little talks when she was naked and gushed about Eric's "amazing cock". But I had to admit, the response was becoming more physical than emotional. I still loved her as my sweet wife, but the tie between loving her and craving her perfect body was slowly disintegrating. Loving her was one thing, but her flesh was now something more foreign, a mouthwatering icon of the truly orgasmic sex she'd now have with the right man. I imagined her cumming with other men now constantly. It would get me hard, and the cage would remind me why.

"Well, it's still a mystery to me, but you've explained it in such an arousing way, Amanda," Vicente said, finally. "Do you fuck many other men?"

"Only Charles and Eric. They're enough for me. More than enough."

"Still, maybe you wonder if some your fantasies may yet come true? The ones that make you curious about other men? Maybe you'd like to leave with me to find out? With Charles's permission, of course."

Fuck fuck fuck! Charles stood there grinning, nodding, and shaking Vicente's hand. We watched Vicente take her hand, then followed them to the parking lot where he led her to his car. When they were both inside, I saw Amanda stretch her body across to his seat to kiss him. The top of her dress had fallen from her breasts, completely exposing the firm mounds of flesh in the ghostly light outside our office building. I could tell her hands were busy in his lap.

"Do you think he's big enough?" Charles teased as we watched them drive away. "I mean, knowing Amanda's appetite for cock?"

"So, you just gave her to him?" I asked, trying not to let my anger boil over. "You let a stranger take her into the night, god knows where? She's still my wife, Charles. How do I know she's safe? How do I know what he'll do to her?"

"Just go home, sport," he told me, still grinning. "Maybe you can get there in time to watch."

As I turned to race to my car, Charles stopped me. "You might need this to get on with your training. I'm sure Vicente will understand..."

In his hand was the tiny gold key to my cage.

"So, that's it? I'm free?" I asked, incredulous that he'd hand over my key and free me.

"Go jerk off, sport," he said, laughing. "Get off watching Vicente fuck her into a senseless stupor. Just remember that's what other men do now, not you. Her body's not yours anymore. Go on - go home and watch that beast of a man fuck your wife."

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The Key - 12

Vicente's car was in our driveway when I arrived. There was still a chance that it was all a cruel trick setup by Eric or Charles. I wondered if Amanda had been in on it as well. She was taken by him so quickly, so easily; it wasn't like her at all. She had known Eric for years - fucking him had been a secret fantasy of hers ever since his late teens. As for Charles, well, he was my boss, so she was obligated, at least at first, to be receptive to his flirtations. It was the size of his cock that had made her surrender inevitable.

I heard Amanda's high-pitched cries as soon as I entered our front door. They were loud and incessant, never pausing or changing in pitch or volume. I feared she was in pain, or being t o r t u r e d. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom in a panic, two steps at a time, her shrill cries even louder as I approached.

Our bedroom was nearly dark, but I could make out Vicente's huge bulk rising and falling in the shadows. His back rose into view in a patch of light falling through our bedroom window, then vanished into shadow again and again. Amanda's cries never ceased - in fact, they were louder than ever as I paused just inside our bedroom door. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out Amanda's white skin, her legs clenched around his back, her arms pulling his chest against her. Now and then her once angelic face came into view, contorted with what at first appeared to be agony, then melted into a look of bliss I had never seen before.

It was at that moment something snapped in me. I collapsed into the chair at the foot of the bed, unlocked my cage, and gently pulled it from my growing erection. I was fully hard in seconds, and immediately began to masturbate as I watched. I had no control over my actions; I didn't care that it was my sweet Amanda he was fucking, only that it was a scene from my suppressed imagination, one very much like the ones I watched at work on my screen there.

Vicente fucked her b r u t a l l y, never slowing, never failing to fill her completely with each frenzied stroke. Her small body shuddered from the pounding, but her cries and moans never stopped. I stared at his huge balls as he worked and imagined the flood he'd leave in Amanda when he unleashed his load into her. I knew she wouldn't stop him, and that it wasn't my place to interfere. Suddenly thoughts of a man like Vicente using Amanda's precious body, owning it, leaving his cum in her, overcame the angst and became a boiling, erotic fever in me. My hand on my dick felt every bit as satisfying as any sex Amanda and I ever had. I watched them as the scene touched and inflamed every fantasy that Charles's insidious conditioning had fed and nurtured in me since the very first day he took her sweet body. That Amanda was really there taking his giant cock and not a fantasy was unbearably exciting.

Vicente's fucking went on and on, until Amanda became breathless and quiet. Her body shivered under him and she pulled him close for a deep kiss. I saw his cock slow and stop, fully buried inside her. The kiss lasted a full minute, tongues lashing, lips sealed together passionately. It was Amanda who wanted it, Amanda who kissed more violently, and finally Amanda who held his face close to hers and whispered, "Cum in me. I want it, Vicente. Give it all to me..."

The root of Vicente's cock expanded and flared, then began pulsing rhythmically, spewing jet after jet of cum into Amanda's quivering belly. It sent her over the edge, and she moaned and thrashed, raising her hips up to accept his frothy reward. I was outside myself, completely lost in the moment, my eyes locked on the root of Vicente's cock and the foamy excess of cum that poured from Amanda's hungry pussy. I came seconds after he did, not even aware of the sticky mess that covered my hand, legs, and belly. At the peak of my orgasm there was a brief moment when I imagined it was the best sex I had ever had.

Afterwards, I sat in my chair, exhausted and embarrassed that I had cum watching Vicente fuck my sweet wife senseless. Soon they were standing naked in front of me, the afterglow on Amanda's face a look I had never seen before. Amanda's belly, thighs and crotch were glistening with semen, and it continued to seep from her in glops and strings.

"I'd say he's well on his way to being cured, wouldn't you, Amanda?" Eric appeared at the door with his usual arrogant grin. He was staring at Amanda, leering at her, and I could see the huge bulge in his pants. Amanda stared back at him and returned a weak smile. She couldn't help lowering her eyes to his cock. He saw her, adjusted his erection so it was more clearly visible, and chuckled.

"So, you were watching?" Amanda asked him, frowning a little.

"I was a little late for that," he said. "I had a new contract to finish and sign, but I knew Vicente would take good care of you. You did, didn't you, Vicente?"

Vicente's cock hung between his legs like a thick rope, still filled with the slight heft of a marathon fucking. "She was everything you promised, Eric. It's been a long time since I've had a wife fuck me like that, especially in front of her husband. She's an insatiable little thing, surprisingly unrestrained. I would never have guessed when you first introduced us. But as you said, appearances can be deceiving, especially with the married ones. I'll be around tomorrow to sign my part of the contract. It's always a pleasure. Thank you, Eric, for everything."

I watched in silence as Vicente dressed and left the three of us.

"So, I was just a piece of meat that sealed the deal for you?" Amanda said, clearly annoyed by what she had heard. "He was doing business, not having sex with me because he really wanted me?"

"He was fucking you because I told him all about you and he wanted his turn," Eric explained. "Yes, you were a little incentive to grease the wheels, but I promise you, Vicente doesn't fuck just anyone. He has beautiful women after him constantly, even before they've seen his cock. But I happen to know married women are his thing. It's knowing he's doing wives behind their husbands' backs that does it for him. And if he gets the rare opportunity to make a husband watch, well, that's a bonus that always seals a deal. You can pretend it was beneath you to fuck for profit, but don't try to convince me you didn't love it. Even your own husband knows better than that."

Amanda's anger began to melt away. In its place was a look of calm satisfaction.

"So, he did really want me?" she asked. "I mean, really, really want me? It wasn't just an act?"

"It was anything but an act, Amanda," he assured her. "He isn't easily impressed. He's a shrewd, ruthless businessman, one who never lets his cock jeopardize a deal. Had he not wanted you the first second you met, you'd never know what that giant cock of his looks like. You and I did each other a favor tonight. I appreciate it. I hope you do."

She stood before us drenched with Vicente's cum and began to smile as if reliving the last hour with him. "Then thank you, Eric," she told him. "I don't think I've ever had sex like that before, not even with you. It was...breathtaking, almost supernatural. He's a magnificent man - and a marvelous lover." She still looked a little dazed, so fragile and used.

"I'm glad, Amanda. Normally I'm more possessive, but sometimes it pays to put business ahead of pleasure. Vicente visits us often, so you may become more of an asset than your husband is to us. But now, about your husband..."

I had been listening from my chair, still covered with lingering, sticky pools of my semen. I felt literally emptied. It was more physical relief than I had felt at any time during the past year, and I knew I must have made an impression on Eric. It had to have been what he wanted to see. I'm sure Vicente imagined it as my ultimate h u m i l i a t i o n, but the desperate need to cum and the sight of his huge cock entering Amanda's body again and again pushed all that aside and buried it under my need to be free of my cage and lead a normal life again.

"I'm impressed that he gets off watching you fuck other men now," he told Amanda. "It is one of his goals for proving to me he's given up fucking you. I think that's something that you want too, isn't it?"

Amanda stared at me, seriously considering his question. "It's something I appreciate, Eric," she said. "I don't miss sex with him. I rarely see him get hard anymore, and then it's only when I tease him about how much I love fucking you. That never fails to excite him, so I guess he's given up having sex with me himself..."

"I have! I have!" I interrupted. "I know I can't anymore, and that I was never very good at it, satisfying you, I mean. Please - I'm not going to fuck her, Eric. Not as long as you tell me not to. She wants you now - I've accepted that. You own her body - I'm okay with that, really. Now, please, don't make me wear the cage anymore - please!"

I was desperately pleading my case. Rising from my chair, I took a few steps toward them. I was naked and soaked with my cum, ready to do or say anything to be free of the confining bars meant to keep me from Amanda's pussy. I saw Amanda's eyes wander over my body, then stop at my deflated dick.

"He's been caged so long I suppose I had forgotten how small he is without it," she said, still eyeing my withering dick. "Or maybe it's just that yours is so much bigger. I do think there are times when he still wants me while I'm teasing him though; he stares at me constantly afterward and follows me around like a little puppy dog, oozing precum everywhere. I know it must be painful for him, but I can't go back to the way we were. I do think he's learning to accept that my body's not part of our marriage anymore though, and that it belongs to you now."

Eric listened intently to our case for freeing me, although Amanda's words were less convincing than I had hoped. "I've heard enough, sport," he said to me. "Get down on your knees; getting in my face isn't helping you."

On my knees, I watched him lead Amanda closer in front of me. Vicente's semen glistened over her belly and thighs and still seeped from between the lips of her reddened, swollen pussy. With every breath she took, her belly inched closer, almost touching me, the odor of his cum an assault in spite of her beauty.

"Now lick, sport. Taste her. Get a lasting sense of who she is now. Leave it on your tongue for a while so you remember the taste. Clean her until I tell you to stop."

Something stirred in me when the tip of my tongue first touched her. I licked, and licked again; the musky taste was revolting, the thick, stringy texture even more so. But under it lay her sweet, velvety skin, trembling at my touch, then pushing forward to accept the quickening sweeps of my tongue. The semen became a yielding barrier to her soft, quaking belly beneath it, so I fought through it to taste my wife's honeyed skin for the first time in over a year. The taste of Vicente's cum lingered, invading my mouth and throat with its pungent remains, a humiliating reminder of my place in our marriage. Her belly drew me in, promised something long gone, then took it from me again with each fevered touch of my tongue.

"Now lower," Eric demanded. "Lick that used little slit. Put your tongue in inside it and d r i n k. Maybe you can satisfy her like your dick never could."

Amanda pushed against my face as my tongue found her clit and rolled over it. She moaned as Vicente's thick remains flowed into my mouth and down my throat. I felt her hands on me, her fingers weaving through my hair, tightening, pulling me closer, urging me on. She came violently when my tongue entered her, her hands sealing my face desperately against her spasming belly and cunt. A sudden eruption of Vicente's semen filled my mouth, gagging me as I fought to satisfy Amanda. I was suddenly aware that her body's response, the crushing peak of her orgasm, was far more intense than anything my dick had ever given her.

"Enough!" Eric finally ordered. "Now that your mouth is the only part of you that still gets her wet, I want you to remember this moment. Remember the taste of him while servicing your wife. Burn those feelings of helplessness and s u b m i s s i o n while she came in your mouth into your memory. It's your place now as her husband, on your knees, giving Amanda anything she wants, any cock she wants. And if you want to keep your pretty little wife and the extravagant life she loves so much, you'll do what you're told, anything you're told. And that cage? Well, back to your chair while we plan your future."

I sat back and waited as Eric produced a small box and handed it to Amanda. She appeared to know its contents before she opened it, removed the lid, and held it up to inspect it. The cage was miniscule, so short that my dick couldn't possibly fit inside it. The gleaming metal container was only an inch long, a tiny basket of steel bars that looked like a small trinket in Amanda's hand. I was horrified.

"You must be kidding!" I told him, rising from my chair again. "I'll never fit in that - I may not be a big as you, but I'm not that..."

"Relax, sport. You'll wear it because your job and your marriage depend on it. Remember what I said about Amanda leaving you if you couldn't provide for her? If you couldn't promise her a future way of life like the one she has now? Don't think of it as a permanent order. Think of it as one more step in your training, one more step until the day you're completely free of the idea that you might fuck Amanda again. Now sit back and let Amanda do the honors."

Amanda knelt between my legs and tried to fit the tiny cage over my dick. No matter how she pushed, it enclosed little more than the head. After several attempts, she ran her fingers through the pool of semen that had collected in my groin, smoothed generous amounts of it of my dick, then f o r c e d the tiny cage forward until it butted against the ring already fastened around my balls. Holding the pieces together with one hand, she snapped the lock in place and stood to look at me. It felt as though half of my dick was jammed up inside me allowing only the head to occupy the confined space in the cage. A tiny nub was all that was visible. It was emasculating, castrating, and Amanda was smiling with pride that she was able to squeeze me into it.

"Good girl, Amanda," Eric told her as he circled her waist with his arm. "And stop your worrying - yes, he'll be uncomfortable for a while, but eventually he'll be smaller than ever, too small to even begin to fit inside you. You'll have no more problems with him, ever, and you'll have all the real cock you need, whenever you want it. Not only will he not complain or become jealous or possessive - he'll crave seeing you satisfied by bigger, better cocks. He'll be convinced he's not worthy. That's not a bad thing now, is it?"

"I - I guess not, Eric," she answered, still staring at my tiny nub.
"It'll all be worth it, sweetie," she told me. "Eventually it'll be easier on you. I'll have the kind of sex I always wanted, and you won't be t o r t u r e d by thoughts of having sex with me yourself. Think of our future, of how much better our marriage will be. No cage for you, and I'll be so much happier."

"I think you could both use a shower after that - I'll watch," Eric told us. "Clean her up really well for me, sport. I'll want a turn myself later."

Amanda and I entered the hot shower and I began to wash her from head to toe. My hands were slick with Amanda's scented soap as I spread it over her body. Showering with me in the past had always excited her, but this time I noticed her nipples stayed pink and soft, and her cavernous pussy easily swallowed four of my soapy fingers as Vicente's semen continued to empty from her. She stood motionless while she watched me clean her, her body completely emptied of any response at all. I could tell she considered it a purely physical act without a trace of eroticism. She turned her back to me while I shampooed her hair, arching her neck and back as I worked. I imagined her lost in the memory of Vicente's cock, and the b r u t a l fucking she had longed for.

Finally, Amanda watched me clean myself, seemingly fascinated as I tried to rinse my cum from the new cage. She glanced at Eric as he watched us, saw him nod, then extended a finger to touch my cage. She poked at it, pushing it gently back and forth, then tugged lightly as she stared into my eyes. Her smile was loving, but a bit devious, or maybe "selfish" was a better description. She put a hand on my cheek as she continued to play with my new cage under the warm rain of the shower.

"I love that you've agreed to do this for me, sweetie," she said lovingly. "You couldn't possibly put this in me now - it's like you're giving me to other men completely. I never thought you'd be okay with me fucking other men, but now you're promising me I can, and that excites you too. All those years of wishing sex could be something else, something wonderful, and now it's come true. You're the only husband I know of who would give his wife something so special. You do want this as much as I do, don't you, sweetie? Please tell me you do."

Eric waited for my answer, glaring at me with a look that told me he expected me to agree, or else. What choice did I have? Besides, I knew she was at least partially right. I'd do anything to keep her and be rid of my cage. Anything. So I told Amanda what she and Eric wanted to hear.

"Amanda, you're my wife, and I love you, but I know I can't give you what you need in bed. So, yes, I want you to have sex with other men if it makes you happy, if you'll stay with me. And I won't try to fuck you, I promise. Your body's for them now. It's just that you're so beautiful - when I see you naked I can't help getting hard sometimes. But I'm trying to learn not to, I really am. I know what my job and our future together requires now, that I can only cum when I see another man fuck you. And I'm doing that - I'm getting better at giving up your body to them, at handing your body over to men who deserve it. So yes, I want all of it - everything you want."

Eric grinned and nodded with admiration. "Okay you two, you're as clean as you're going to get. Dry her off, sport. And just to be sure you meant what you told her, get down on your knees and beg me to fuck her. And make her believe that you'll never try to put that little stub of a dick inside her ever again."

I sank to my knees again and looked up at him. "You just heard what I told her, Eric. I don't satisfy her - I never have. She can have other men now to do that. She can have your cock whenever she wants. I won't even try anymore."

"I hear a lot of whining, sport, but I didn't hear what you want me to do to her, right now, in your own bed. Convince us, or you'll be in that tiny cage forever."

Eric never seemed to lose his need to humiliate me in front of Amanda. I could see he received a kind of sick satisfaction from it. But I could also see it was my only way out. Each time I managed to swallow my pride and give him what he wanted. It was still a crushing blow to my ego and to my worthiness as Amanda's husband, but it was becoming easier to say the words.

"Please, Eric, please fuck her. I know she wants your cock, not mine. I'm begging you, make her cum, give her what I can't. She deserves it. She has for years. So fuck her like I never could, and never will. Her body's yours now. Completely yours..."

Eric took Amanda in his arms and put his hand between her legs. I watched as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her breasts rising against him as she panted and moaned.

"Is that what you needed to hear, Amanda?" he asked. "Was he convincing? Do you believe him?"

She put her mouth to his ear, kissed him lightly there, and whispered, "Yes. He knows I want you, not him. Never again..."

"Get up, sport, and shut the door on your way out. You don't get to watch this time. Amanda and I need some 'alone time' together. In fact, I want you out of the house tonight - I don't care where. You'll have to imagine how she moans when she cums with my cock in her. I'm guessing a hard-on may be very painful in your new cage, so try to control yourself. Try playing what she just told me over and over in your head - '...not him, never again...'.

Love the last second addition of the micro cage! ENCORE!....and the pussy free future!

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Amazing love the small cage!!!
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It's almost ready. Some travel caused a bit of a delay.

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

The Key - 13

Over the following weeks and months I grudgingly accepted that my cage would be a part of me for the foreseeable future. At least the tiny size of the new cage made it easier to hide under my clothes, and it was actually less painful than I expected. One thing became clear to me - it actually helped prevent me from getting hard in front of Amanda when I feared I might. The trigger was still present at times when a very naked Amanda teased me, but over time my dick simply refused to respond the way it used to. My erection just failed to fully materialize, even when Amanda cupped my balls and ran a long fingernail over the sensitive skin of the head through a space between the confining bars. We'd both stare at it, waiting for even a brief response, then Amanda would kiss me passionately, showing her appreciation; or maybe it was her attempt to test my resistance. Even then, her touches, so delicious and loving, only made me love her more, even if it meant she would now only be satisfied sexually by Eric or some other deserving man's cock.

At work I was constantly shown videos of Amanda and Eric fucking. The number of times they did it in our own bed during the day, and his ability to recover within a few minutes and fuck her in some other position, astonished me. She had never let me have anal sex with her, but I'd hear her beg Eric for it, and then see her orgasm while he plowed into her. There were often the short clips of me there watching, jerking off like the desperate husband I was, spewing cum everywhere as Amanda's moans filled the room. I knew they were added as a reminder that they could always become humiliating public videos if I decided to jump ship.

I began to live for those times when Eric would free me from my cage and let me watch them fuck. The sight of her being filled, especially with his very first stroke when her eyes stared up at him in awe, then closed slowly in spontaneous euphoria, filled a nagging, empty spot in me. It was no longer the familiar sight of her breasts or pussy that excited me; it was the beauty of her wantonness, the music of her moans and sighs, and finally her cries and deep crimson flush on her face during the peak of her orgasms that got me off. Yes, there was always regret after they let me cum, but at the peak of her writhing orgasms Amanda's joy of being fucked into oblivion became a gratifying awareness that her needs were finally being met.

"Vicente wants me to visit him in Spain," she told me one day, out of the blue at breakfast. She watched me hesitantly, as if trying to guess what my reaction might be.

"For, how long?" I asked.

"He didn't say," she said. "I guess it's up to Vicente. I think it would be fun. Would you mind? I suppose you're thinking there'll be lots of sex. I admit I am looking forward to that, but I feel safe with him as well. He's just so, well, you know..."

"So, is this a bit of company business as well? Did Charles put him up to it? Maybe another contract that needs massaging?"

Amanda stared at her lap for a few seconds, then looked up, a little embarrassed. "Charles promised to pay everything: my flight, food, new clothes, and extra spending money. He didn't tell me what to say, or to try to persuade Vicente to agree to anything. He just told me to keep him happy and to enjoy myself. That's all I know. I wouldn't mind doing what Charles wants, even if I am part of some 'business deal'. I won't be doing business myself - I'll just be spending time with him."

"You mean, fucking him," I suggested. I worried that Amanda would be completely in his hands, alone with him for an extended period of time, but thoughts of her naked, mouthwatering body submitting to his every masterful whim sparked an unwelcome excitement in me. I tried to ignore it, but it played over and over in my head just as the videos played on my screen at work.

She surrendered a guiltless grin, apparently glad that I had used the words before she had.

"I'm sure that's what Charles expects. You remember what Vicente's like, don't you?" she reminded me.

"I remember what his cock is like," I told her. "And I know how much you liked it. But that was here in our bed - you would be here with me the next day when he was done with you."

"I know you're threatened by the size of his cock. But honestly, it isn't just his cock, sweetie. He's such a hunk, but it's also his walk, and the way he talks; he's unafraid of anything. He was so confident that I'd fuck him the very first time we met, right there in front of you while you watched him seduce me. I've never had a man 'handle me' like he does in bed. I never knew I'd like it so rough..."

"That's what worries me," I assured her. "His cock is one thing, but I don't know - spending a lot of time with a man like that - I worry that you might not come back."

Amanda took me in her arms and kissed me. Her hand went to my crotch, found my cage, and held it lightly. "I'm not leaving you for him, silly," she assured me as she tugged at my cage. "How could I ever find another husband who would do this for me - give up using his penis so I can have a fulfilling sex life with other men? Vicente never would, I'm sure. He'd want me all for himself if I was his wife. It's the kind of man he is. But then, I doubt there are many men who are better endowed than Vicente."

"So, how long would you stay?" I asked again.

"Charles told me a few weeks, or maybe a little longer. You should know Charles said I'm kind of like an employee now - well, more like a contractor the way he put it. It's not as slutty as it sounds - I'll just be responsible for keeping Vicente happy. I'll take trips to Spain when I'm needed, and I'll be Vicente's fulltime companion during his stays here."

"It sounds more like you'll be his 'mistress' to me," I suggested warily.

She kissed me lightly on the lips, released my cage, and held me closer, her soft, sexy voice now so close to my ear I could feel her breath on me. "Mmmm, it may worry you, but I confess I love the idea that I'm his for a little while. Leave it to my husband to find the perfect word. Now you've made me wet - 'Vicente's mistress'. I am looking forward to being alone with him for a little while, sweetie. You know I'll never leave you, but I think you really do want him to have my pussy, at least for a while, don't you?"

"So, will you call me? While you're gone?" I asked. "Maybe just to tell me..."

"...to tell you how he fucks me, and how often?" She added. "You know I will, if he lets me."

"When will you leave?"

"Tonight, sweetie. Charles wants to take me shopping this afternoon for some new outfits to impress Vicente. Actually, he's giving you the day off so you can come along. Why don't you change into nicer clothes; we'll be in upscale neighborhoods all day, and we'll need to look like we can afford to shop there."

"But, I thought Charles was paying for all this," I said.

"Oh, don't worry, he is, sweetie. I just don't want them to think my husband has bad taste. And please, thank Charles when he pays. He appreciates that so much, especially when it shows others how generous he is."

"I'm sure it's also because they'll know he's fucking my wife - why else would he be dressing you in sexy outfits with me there with you?"

"Oh sweetie, I think you imagine a lot of it. But I also think you enjoy seeing him pamper me, knowing how much I'll love getting that cock of his afterwards. Come on, admit it. You love watching me enjoy sex with a man who makes me cum so easily every time. I think you've fantasized about it for a long time now, even if you couldn't do it yourself."

"I know you're probably right, Amanda - it's just that it's still hard for me to admit. I know I have to let him have your body, but it's confusing sometimes. I want your body, but know I can't have it and don't deserve it. And I do love seeing you satisfied - you absolutely glow after you cum. I never saw that when we made love."

"Things will get better - I promise. Charles is sure you'll lose your physical need for me eventually, and then you can see me enjoy all the things other men give me without feeling so anxious. You're already changing - I know you can feel it. Now, let's get ready. I can't wait to see what Charles will buy me."

~*~

In every shop we visited Charles made it clear that I was Amanda's husband but he was making the decisions about what she wore on her trip. Every one, each sales person and owner, seemed to know Charles, and seemed to know I was the cuckolded husband. It made me wonder how often he had dressed other men's wives in the past, and how many of those men had suffered the same h u m i l i a t i o n he seemed to enjoy dishing out in public.

Amanda was thrilled time and time again. The clothes he chose ranged from stylishly sexy to scandalous. I wondered whether Amanda would dare wear them in public, but to my amazement she didn't appear at all concerned. Charles and I stood just outside the dressing room as she posed in outfit after outfit for us. He'd pull back the curtain so she could model them and I'd cringe with astonishment. Many of the blouses were nearly transparent, completely exposing her perfect breasts beneath the gauze-like material. The cocktail dresses were extremely short and barely covered her breasts, some made of tissue-like material that revealed every line and curve of her body. Still, Amanda gushed and modelled them for us as though she couldn't wait to show off her body as Vicente's mistress.

I was so worried that Vicente would own my wife so far away from me, completely out of my sight, that I didn't get hard at all while watching her prance around in her new clothes. Feeling the tiny cage dangle between my legs reminded me my dick was now useless to Amanda and probably would be for the foreseeable future. It was humbling, but in a way, accepting it had become a relief. At least my gorgeous wife still wanted to stay with me. She still loved me, and we enjoyed a wealthy lifestyle neither of us had ever dreamed of. Sex was the only thing I couldn't give her, but she had happily found a remedy for that.

Our next stop was dedicated to lingerie and swimwear. This was the shop I feared the most. It was Charles's ultimate chance to humiliate me in public, and I followed them like a scared c h i l d as they browsed the possible selections. My fears were confirmed when Charles chose one of the kinkiest outfits in the store - a very tiny French maid's outfit that displayed Amanda's beautiful breasts in their full, naked glory, pushed upward and outward by a brief underwired shelf of black lace. He led her out into the store to show me, and I saw a man near us stare and smile.

"I doubt your husband has ever seen you so fuckable," Charles announced. "Get closer so you can give him a better look."

Amanda moved a few steps closer to me, shoulders back, breasts thrust forward as though no one else was present.

"Do you think he'll like it?" she asked, smiling her best seductive smile as she looked down at her exposed breasts and nipples. "I know you love my boobs - you always have. But what about Vicente? What do you think?"

She didn't need to fish for the compliment. She knew men adored her breasts; I had caught guys staring at them since before we were married. "I - I'm sure he will," I stammered, overwhelmed with public shame.

But Charles wasn't done with me.

"How much do you think he'll like them, sport? Go on - tell us."

"Yes, tell me, sweetie," she repeated. "I love it when you tell me how much other men want me."

I could tell she wasn't herself. Her eyes were wide and dilated, and her voice dripped with sarcasm. I lowered my eyes to her distended nipples and knew Charles had included his personal touch to the occasion, probably slipping one of his 'additives' into Amanda's lunch just an hour before. She put her hands on her hips, thrusting her breasts toward me, no doubt testing my acceptance of her outrageous public display while under Charles's perverse control. My embarrassment was overwhelming; I surrendered, defeated by the shameless presence of her naked breasts in public.

"He'll love them, Amanda," I said. "They're so beautiful - any man would. They all do. They always have."

After a quick peck on my cheek, she turned and went back to Charles using her "runway strut" for all to see. Putting her arms around his neck, she buried her tongue in his mouth, shockingly indifferent to her surroundings and the men gaping at her body. I saw a few customers glance back and forth between Amanda and me, now fully aware of my place as her husband. A shiver ran through me, and I felt my cage tighten and wobble helplessly inside my pants. It wasn't really an erection, just the familiar trigger that brought my dick to life when Amanda was especially delicious. Along with it came a strange mix of defeat and a surprising hint of gratitude that Amanda was happier and sexier than I had even seen her.

I stood back and watched Charles and Amanda pick through the racks of swimwear below a mannequin wearing a tiny pink thong and halter top. Surprisingly, Charles's choices seemed to intimidate her at first, even in her aroused state, yet he didn't seem satisfied with the selections.

"But Charles, they're sooo tiny," she complained, as he held one after another up against her to test whether she would please Vicente in them.

"The customs are more relaxed over there," he promised. "Women go topless at many of the beaches, and there are quite a few locations where you won't have to wear anything at all. Vicente will want to show you off, and I expect you to be comfortable doing it."

"But, I'll be naked in public?" she asked, hesitantly. "I'm not sure I could do that. I mean, letting everyone see me like that? Would I have to?"

"Vicente expects his women to be compliant, Amanda. That means doing anything he wishes you to do, all the time. You have a beautiful body - you shouldn't be ashamed to show it to others. I know plenty of women who would be envious. Your tits are magnificent, far more exquisite than any I've seen with implants. Vicente said so himself. He treats his women like precious trophies, so you have to learn to behave like one."

"I - I guess I could do that," she said. She looked slightly uncertain, but more willing. "I mean, no one there will know me. If it makes him want me even more, that's all that matters. I do want to make him happy, Charles."

"None of these are quite right though," he told her as he looked through the tiniest bits of brightly colored fabric. He chose a bright pink one, not much more than some scraps of cloth and string. "We'll take this one, but I know a better place to find what Vicente will expect."

The tiny bikini was the first of his picks she had modelled for us, and she was shockingly fuckable in it. She had smiled at Charles when he approved. I was sure she had never worn anything like it in public. Before she had been taken by Charles's charms (and cock), she would have had a snide comment or two about a woman wearing one like it - that she was probably a "slut". It reminded me how much she had changed in the short time it took Charles remake her.

Our final stop wasn't like the others - it was a sex shop on the edge of the Tenderloin district, one catering to local performers in the sex trade and the occasional curious tourist. Again, the woman behind the counter seemed to know Charles; she eyed Amanda's unsteady strut as we followed Charles up and down the aisles of merchandise, finally stopping at a garish display of thongs and panties.

"These are what Vicente will expect," Charles explained. "We'll get you one for every day of the week. I'll leave the colors up to you, Amanda. I'm guessing by the size of your hungry little body, an extra small will fit. Try one on for us."

He handed the tiny scrap to her, and she examined it with a confused look. "I wouldn't even know how to put this on," she told him. It's just some strings and an inch or two of see-through material. There isn't even a top to go with it."

"Just do your best, Amanda," He told her. "The patch goes over your pussy. I'm sure you can guess that much. Put your legs through the strings and show us."

Amanda turned the tiny thong over and over in her hands, then looked up at Charles and gave him a sly smile. "So, he'll really like me in this? I guess I could try wearing it. But, I don't see a dressing room anywhere."

"It's a sex shop, Amanda - there isn't one. Just step into it, raise your dress and try it on. You aren't wearing panties, so it's more than you've been wearing all day. But if you take much longer to decide, you'll miss your flight tonight - and if that happens, I may just decide to replace your husband. You might consider what your life would be like with no money and only your husband's tiny dick."

Her reaction was sudden and swift. I watched as she pulled the tiny thong up along her bare legs and adjusted the narrow patch, trying to cover her moistening slit. Charles grinned his approval as she held her dress up to show us, wiggling her hips a little to find a more comfortable fit. The scrap of translucent material molded her pussy like a second skin, slowly working its way into her lingering dampness. The engorged nub of her clit poked at the material like a tiny finger beneath it, inflamed by Charles's d r u g - l a c e d lunch.

Amanda waited for our response with a hopeful smile. "Um, do you think he'll like it? I mean really, really like me in it? Enough to..."

Charles stepped toward her and raised the dress higher. He traced a gentle line down across her belly, then continued to the tip of her thong-covered clit, nudging it from side to side. Amanda closed her eyes, sighed and shivered, trying desperately to maintain control while her body betrayed her.

"Yes, Amanda," Charles assured her. "He will - enough to put that huge cock in you day and night. It's why we're preparing you today. I'm helping you get what you want, and in return, you can do the same for me. It is what you want, isn't it, Amanda? To help me, and to..."

"...get more of him," she interrupted in a purring whisper. "Oh god, Charles - I do want it, more than anything. So much I can hardly breathe."

"More than freeing your husband from his cage?" he asked, glancing over at me and grinning.

"I - I do, more than that." She looked over at me as well, pleading with her wide eyes. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I need what he gives me. You understand, don't you? What it does to me? His body? His cock? How he makes me cum over and over and over? It's just that I never knew sex could be like that..."

I just stared - I had no words for her. Charles was fingering her clit in the back of the store while she needlessly confessed something I already knew. Her eyes had taken on a wild look, and she was humping Charles's hand. Yes, I knew. I knew how Vicente made her cum like I never could. And soon he'd have her all to himself to do god knows what to her while I anxiously waited for her return to me. She looked, well, helpless in Charles's hands, but defiant and drooling for cock at the same time. I'd hoped answering her would snap her out of it.

"It's okay, Amanda," I told her. "I know what you want, what you need, and I know he'll give you what you need. I'll wait for you. Just come back to me, happy and satisfied. Just please, come back to me?"

She pushed Charles's hand away and looked back at him. "Isn't he sweet? Just giving me to Vicente, giving my pussy to him? Thank you, Charles. I think his new little cage is working just like you promised."

She turned to look at me, all smiles and dripping pussy. There was so much hunger in her eyes; her body seemed to radiate waves of stark, sexual cravings that would be irresistible bait to any man who laid eyes on her.

"It is working, isn't it sweetie? You really will give up sex so Vicente can make your own wife happy. You'd sacrifice all that for me now, wouldn't you? And you do want his cock inside me as much as I do, don't you? Please tell me you do before I go to him. I need to hear you say it."

Each time I fantasized that Amanda and I might return to a normal life again someday, she seemed to become more certain I would never fuck her again. I clung to that fraying thread, along with the fading image of me as a virile husband. But that thread slipped from my grasp little by little every time I saw Charles's hold on her grow stronger. And she rejoiced in his control and celebrated each time Charles or Eric filled her with cock. Now she was desperate for Vicente's monster cock and still wanted my blessing for fucking him.

"You - you deserve him, Amanda. I - I mean, you deserve to have his cock in you." I stammered, fearing my words might drive her into his arms forever.

"See?" Charles told her. "Now we're all getting what we want. Even your husband. Remember what you told me? That you were worried your husband would always want to fuck you? Even after we were done with my plan to 'fix' him? Now look at him, Amanda. He's begging you to be with Vicente, to feel that cock of his do to you what he never could."

Charles placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to look into his eyes. "No regrets now, Amanda. No shame or guilt for abandoning your husband's useless dick. You can still love him - he can be your companion, just not a sexual one. He'll be fine with that, even happy for it in time. I can make sure you get all the sex you need, and the gratification you've never been able to enjoy with him. You can still play the happy couple - only now you'll be truly happy. No more 'husband-dick', and all the thick, hard 'man-cock' you could ever want. So, let's prepare you for your time with Vicente. Let's make you look so fuckable that no man can resist you."

As I stood by and listened to Charles assure Amanda our new life would be happier than the past, I began to realize much of the old angst was fading, replaced by a feeling of gratitude; Amanda would be sexually satisfied for possibly the first time in her life. I'd still have her as my loving wife, yet I'd no longer have those worrisome fears when other men stared and longed for her body. Maybe I could be what Charles wanted, her sexless husband, providing a happy home for her, enjoying her perfect beauty as one would a precious work of art that beckoned, yet was forbidden to be touched. Seeing her body respond in Charles's hands suddenly eclipsed the selfish sexual desire I had always felt for her in the past. Each and every sigh and gasp warmed me inside. I didn't understand why, but Charles seemed to have known exactly how it would happen within seconds after I first introduced him to my wife.

"I'm sending you back to work now, sport. There are a few finishing touches I need on Vicente's new contract. You'll see my notes on your desk. But don't worry, you should be home in time to get Amanda to the airport for her flight tonight. Amanda and I have one more item on my agenda before she leaves. Just a small token of my appreciation for helping me with Vicente in the future, something she'll appreciate before she leaves. I believe your Uber is waiting outside. Don't fuck around - get the contract done if you want to say goodbye before she leaves."

Charles was still lifting her face to look at him as he spoke to me. Amanda appeared to be in a trance. She stared up at him, breathing deeply, her hips moving, thrusting forward slightly as he continued to tease her clit. As intoxicating as the scene was, I wasn't used to watching her suspended in prolonged, captive hunger for the exquisite exhilaration Charles gave her there in public. Recognition of my defeat crept slowly over me, but I felt the first stirring inside my cage. Her body was alive with lust, oblivious to anything or anyone but Charles. It wasn't my wife my dick awakened for - it was a body so perfect, so completely consumed by its thirst for her orgasm. I had never seen a woman more owned by her master.

I tore myself away, suddenly aware that delaying my trip back to the office may mean I'd miss the chance to say goodbye, and to offer her my best hope for returning to me. The ride back to work seemed to take hours, and I imagined my Amanda in Charles's hands the entire way. I went over and over it in my head. How could he have taken my wife so completely? Had she been harboring these pent up sexual cravings for all the years we were married without me noticing even once? Yes, she claimed she still loved me, but her flesh was so utterly forbidden, so foreign yet so yielding to Charles and Eric. Yes, she was happier - but it still left a painful hole in me knowing I couldn't make her flesh tremble like Charles had. The reality of our years of marriage was becoming clearer every day. I had never really known the Amanda I married, a woman with secret, unmet cravings for a cock that could satisfy her thirst for size and relentless fucking.

fabulous

Excellent! Can't wait for the next one!

Damn Don! That is some fine writing. I really love your style. It seems we share a love for some very similar themes. It reminds me of the old days when I used to read cwcobblestone's well-written stories on the same themes. I look forward to the rest of the story.

This is mind blowing, so wish to be back in my cage reading this!!
Droopy and Miss

Thanks, guys. Glad you're enjoying it. I've been traveling the past few days but will be back home tomorrow. The next chapter is written but needs just a bit of editing, so it won't be long.

herboy - i'm very familiar with cw's work - he's been an inspiration over the years. I've also been reading Tinto Selvaggio lately. Some of his content is just a bit extreme for me, but I like his themes of the seduction of the wife by a powerful man. He also 'gets' the 'owned couple' thing as well. Tinto and Ben Boswell both write very well and include enough detail about the husband and wife's relationship to make the stories come to life.

Don

The Key - 14


A draft of Vicente's new contract was on my desk when I arrived, covered with revisions Charles had made in red pen. I didn't ordinarily do this kind of work for him, so I knew immediately that he had ordered me to make the changes to humiliate me. The sticky note attached said I was to update the file and send it back to him when I had finished. I opened the copy attached to his email and began to work on the changes.

I corrected a few typos and rearranged a line of legalese here and there before coming to the new section. The new paragraph promised Vicente the use of Amanda's body as part of the agreement. I stared at the words there on my desk, shaken that she would become Charles's pawn to squeeze a bit more profit from a business deal. There on my desk in Charles's scrawled handwriting were words I could never have anticipated, even after he had given her to Eric as his toy. My hands shook as I typed them word for word into the attachment, fearing what may become of her.

The added paragraph named Amanda under a list of "Provided Assets". It guaranteed "the use of Amanda Marie Meriwether Finnegan in any way deemed necessary as a gesture of good will from the first party to the second". A sub-paragraph described her "assistance" in pornographic detail, how her mouth, pussy and ass would be available to Vicente at all times for whatever use he wished. It allowed him to use Amanda to further his own business negotiations, "either by graphic display or for compensation by physical gratuity". The last line stipulated that should any harm come to her whatsoever, or any physical signs of violence or a b u s e, the contract would be voided and large financial penalties due from Vicente. It described Amanda as a "precious corporate asset" to be returned to Charles's company in "pristine physical and emotional condition". The words "corporate asset" haunted me as I typed. Charles had even provided her full name, including her maiden name. She had to realize that should the document be leaked we'd be the center of a scandal that would make us the center of public ridicule and perverse fascination. He would insist that she sign it, and I imagined that her obsession with Vicente would override any consequences she ordinarily would have considered. Signing it would be her ultimate surrender; Charles would own my wife unconditionally and I'd have nothing to say about it.

As I was nearly finished, a window opened on my screen showing Charles and his two partners enjoying d r i n k s poolside at his estate. They sat and joked under a huge umbrella that shaded them from the heat of the blazing afternoon sun.

Partner 1: "So you've arranged it - she's really agreed to do it?"

Charles: "I wouldn't say 'agreed', actually. More like 'eager'."

They all chuckled, and I could see them pause for a few seconds to imagine my wife naked, slutting for their company.

Partner 2: "And the little bitch's husband won't make trouble for us? You know what it cost us to shut the last guy up."

Charles: "Gentlemen, we're talking about a man who's already caved. He's watched Eric and me fuck her, and he's jerked off while his drooling slut of a wife begged us to make her cum. I've tamed and neutered him in front of her, and she's fine with it - much happier now that she's had a decent cock in her. She'll fucking drain Vicente dry by the time he's done with her, and he'll love every second of it."

Partner 1: "So, why are we here in the middle of a work day then?"

Charles: I know neither of you are completely convinced, so I wanted you to see for yourselves. Amanda, sweetheart, come out and show yourself. No need to be modest. We're all one, big, happy family now."

Amanda appeared through the open door of his house and walked carefully towards them. She wore the French maid's outfit Charles had bought her along with a pair of outlandish black, six-inch stilettos. Her eyes looked a bit dazed, but she wore a wide smile, one I was sure Charles insisted on. She stopped at their table and placed a fresh ***** in front of each of them, then stood waiting, holding the small serving tray in front of her exposed breasts.

"Can I get you gentlemen anything else?" she asked. Her voice was almost little girl-like, and she struggled to keep her balance on the heels. A sudden breeze lifted her tiny skirt revealing the firm curves of her bare ass. They must have had a delicious view of her naked pussy from where they sat. Was this really my wife?

"I'm sure you know who my friends here are, Amanda. So you know you work for them too. My dilemma is that they aren't convinced you're up to the job of finalizing Vicente's contract. I'm sure seeing you in your new outfit goes a long way toward relieving their concerns, but I think they'd be more comfortable adding you to our little family if you provided a more personal touch. I'm sure you know what it would take to do that. In fact, you'd enjoy it, wouldn't you?"

Amanda gave him a puzzled look for a second, then turned her wide, glassy-eyed smile to each of them.

"I'd be more than happy to," she said. "Anything to be part of the family."

Charles took a seat cushion from the empty chair beside him and tossed it on the tiled deck at one of his partner's feet. I was sure I saw a moment of hesitation as she glanced down at the cushion. Then, a few seconds later, a ****** smile returned to her face and she went to her knees between the man's legs. I watched her small hands unzip him, then her long, delicate fingers fish his cock through his open fly. He was already hard, and she took the head in her mouth eagerly, knowing it would please Charles.

I leaned closer to my screen, glanced out through my open office door, then got up and hurried to close and lock it. I felt the nub of my dick come to life as Amanda slurped and gulped. She looked so hungry for him, yet so submissively obedient. The guy's cock was long but thin, nothing she would have craved after Charles and Eric, and certainly not before her anticipated time alone with Vicente. In the bright afternoon sun, no detail was left to my imagination. She attacked his cock almost violently, taking it as deeply as she was able while milking his shaft with both hands. It was a fantastical scene brought to life by Charles's perverse imagination, created to demonstrate Amanda's loyalty and s u b m i s s i o n. Charles knew I'd be watching; he knew I'd be t o r t u r e d by the confines of my new cage as Amanda's performance was captured in vivid, salacious detail by his hidden camera. He was betting I'd be hard watching my wife suck his partner's cock, and for a brief moment I regretted that he was right.

Within minutes the man groaned and pumped his hips into Amanda's hungry mouth. I saw his cock inflate and spasm as Amanda took every drop, swallowing again and again as she guzzled his cum. She looked so small there on her knees in the tiny outfit, licking her lips as she recovered. Charles had made his point; she was his toy now. She belonged to him, and to his company. And he was determined to make me watch every second of proof.

"I believe everyone in my company should be treated equally," Charles said. "Don't you agree, Amanda?"

She rose carefully to her feet, still casting her eyes down at his partner's saliva soaked, deflating cock. I noticed an almost imperceptible shiver run through her before she answered.

"Yes, Charles. So, you want me to...?"

"Playing coy isn't like you, Amanda. Yes, I want you to suck his cock too. Usually you beg to do it. I think we'd all like to hear that now."

"I - I do, Charles. I mean, please, can I suck him too? You know I'll do anything you want - for you and the company."

I saw his second partner grin and open his pants. His erection stood thick and tall in the blazing sun, as though he was offering it as a defiant dare to Amanda. She moved the cushion and knelt at his second partner's feet, hands at her side, staring up at him. Her words were soft and almost a whisper. They twisted my gut and made my hands shake.

"Please, can I suck your cock, Sir? I'll make it good for you, I promise. I'm sorry Charles had to remind me.".

She was on him in the next second, sucking and licking, her pretty mouth stretched wide as it glided over the glistening, saliva-soaked shaft.

"Jeezus, Charles," he groaned. "You said she was a hungry little bitch - now I believe you. Vicente can have her as long as he wants - he can do her until she's..."

Amanda had taken his balls in her hands, massaging them softly as she inhaled his cock. His entire body stiffened, rising slightly off the chair as he emptied himself down Amanda's throat. The sudden spew surprised her and she gagged at first, then recovered and drank. His orgasm seemed to last an entire minute, but Amanda never took her lips from the head of his cock.

She finally stood again, struggling to keep her balance on the stilettos. She looked dazed and used, swallowing repeatedly to rid herself of any final taste of their cum. A few drops of semen had escaped and landed on her bare breasts, and I noticed a sticky white string clinging to her chin. She knew what Charles wanted; she waited quietly before them with her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes lowered, ignoring the breeze that lifted the tiny skirt to display her bare cunt and ass.

"Yes, yes, Amanda," Charles told her. "You are part of our family. Now, are you ready for your first assignment?"

"Yes, Sir," she said quietly, still staring at the deck.

"And what is that assignment, my dear?"

"To - to stay with Vicente. To have sex with him so he signs the new contract. To do whatever he wants with me with no complaints. I, um, belong to him while I'm there."

Charles grinned at his partners, then continued. "Well, he may not completely own the 'pretty little wife' inside, but he'll definitely own her hungry little body. And you can be sure he's going to use that huge cock of his to enjoy every bit of it."

Suddenly, she raised her head and smiled at him. "Don't worry, Charles. I want that, more than anything. He can have me."

"Then it's time to get you home, Amanda. We've packed your bags, and I'm sure your husband wants to say goodbye before he drops you at the airport. I wonder - will that tiny dick of his squirm a little in his new cage when you kiss him goodbye, knowing how many times Vicente will use his wife's tight little pussy?

"I - I haven't seen him get hard for a long time now, Charles. I don't think he can in his new cage. He knows where I'm going, and what I'm going to do there. He knows how much I love Vicente's cock, and that I'll be fucking him constantly while I'm gone. I think my husband will miss me, but not my pussy. He's over that. I think you've cured him of that."

Charles turned to his partners. "You know how this works. She isn't the first wife I've corrupted, and her husband isn't the first one I've neutered. But this little piece of ass was so hungry for cock I decided to put her to work for us. As long as we dangle her in front of Vicente, he'll always be in our pocket. And she'll always be a drooling slut for his cock. This, gentlemen, is a brand new day for us, filled with opportunity. All because I recognized Amanda was such a desperate, horny little wife at first sight. You can thank me when the contract's signed."

As the three men rose to leave, Charles paused to whisper in Amanda's ear. She stayed behind, standing there alone and delicious, until the men were out of sight. She was still struggling to keep her balance on the heels when she placed a hand under her skirt and began to masturbate. I could see her nipples pout and stiffen almost immediately. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her breasts heaved as she panted and groaned. Soon she was humping her hand, pumping her hips forward in an obscene display of shameless heat. I was sure Charles had staged her performance for me, just one more bit of evidence that she'd do anything he asked. She came suddenly and violently, moaning out loud and sinking to her knees as her body twitched and spasmed. Then, finally, the unmistakable words from her. "Oh Vicente - please fuck me - fuck me - fuck me - fuck me...".


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Charles had taken Amanda home by the time I returned to see her off. Her bags were sitting by the door, and I heard her humming softly upstairs. I found her in our bedroom in front of the full length mirror, turning and posing in one of her new outfits. She had left three buttons of the white blouse undone, exposing the inner curves of her firm, bare breasts. Her nipples were hard little points under the thin cotton, daring to be touched and sucked. As she whirled, the pleats of the tiny, powder blue skirt flared and lifted to expose the delicious curves of her ass barely contained by the matching panties. She noticed me watching in the mirror and smiled.

"It's sexy, isn't it?" she asked, still staring thoughtfully into the mirror. "I want to make a good impression when Vicente meets me at the airport. Do you like me in it? If you were him, would you want to..."

"I have no doubts he'll want you no matter what you're wearing," I assured her. There was still something slightly off about her. Her big blue eyes were vacant, and her voice was distant, yet smoldering with naked lust.

She turned face me, her smile slowly fading. "Are you still worried, sweetie? That I won't come back to you? I wish you wouldn't be. It's just sex. I don't want to stay with him - I don't think he'd have me anyway. One woman could never satisfy him from what Charles tells me."

"I guess it still worries me a little," I confessed. "You just seem so happy when you're with him. It's so different than how I've ever seen you with me. You, um, just light up when he's in the room with you. And then there's that glow of yours after you cum with him..."

"Sweetie - it's all about sex, only sex. You're right that it's never been like that for you and me, but I do love you. Besides, I thought you were beginning to like imagining me with other men. You masturbate while they fuck me. I've seen how much you like that. In fact, watching you cum like that makes the sex even better for me. Knowing you get pleasure from seeing me fucked is thrilling. But am I wrong? Does it still hurt you?"

"It's - complicated, Amanda," I explained. "There is something sexy and exciting about seeing you satisfied by another man. But it's a blow to my ego, and my masculinity. And there's the guilt of knowing I've deprived you for so long. But I'm trying - I really am. I just couldn't bear losing you."

Amanda turned suddenly and sighed. I could hear the frustration in her voice and see the fire in her eyes. She put her hands on her hips and squinted at me. Suddenly she seemed to be possessed by another woman, one who wasn't so careful about wounding my ego.

"Sweetie, I'm not sure what more I can say that will convince you that I still love you. But to be blunt, you have to learn to separate sex from love. Other men have always wanted to fuck me. They've flirted and hit on me throughout our marriage. At times I was tempted, and even flirted back when you weren't around. I just never told you because I knew you'd be jealous. Men seem to know my needs aren't being met, and those same nagging needs were always on my mind. I was so dripping wet when I could tell a sexy, confident man wanted me. There were such perpetual, unrelenting fantasies of how sex might be with a, well, more 'manly' man, one with a cock that completely filled me. I wanted to know what it would be like to cum, every time, just like all my girlfriends claimed. All this was inevitable, sweetie. It was your job, and meeting Charles, that finally gave me relief. And now, there's something else you need to know."

Amanda turned her back to me, bent over, lowered her panties and stepped out of them. I stared at the small, jeweled button between her ass cheeks and wondered what perverse item Charles had placed there.

"It's a gift from Vicente." she said, as she peered around a column of perfect legs. "It's real - a real diamond. He wants me to wear it on my flight. It hurt a little at first, but it's fine now, better than fine after he's used the remote a few times."

I could see it come to life, vibrating for a few seconds then stopping, over and over. A tiny light made the jewel sparkle with each quivering sensation it sent through her body, announcing Vicente's presence. She squirmed a little each time as her smile widened.

"So, he's, already in you I guess," I said solemnly, stunned it had begun so soon. Amanda's stark beauty accompanied by another confusing blow of defeat washed over me in a single second. I fought the effect it had on me, shaken that my wife would let him take her there so willingly, yet slowly feeling my cage fill with whatever feeble erection I could manage within it. How could I have let Charles make me feel so helpless and broken? And now Amanda seemed to be his partner in my descent, destined to become her accommodating, sexless husband.

"Isn't it sexy?" She was beaming, tucking her belly and clenching her ass cheeks each time it came to life. "I'm his even before I step on the plane. He told me he wants me bigger back there, so this will stretch me a little. He really does love fucking my ass, and I'm learning to like it too. It makes me feel so full of him, so 'taken'."

"But, he's so huge, Amanda. You never let me have anal sex with you."

"You were never really insistent, sweetie. You never showed the slightest sense of command with me in bed. You always made love to me like you were afraid to be more aggressive. You never showed me you could be what they call an 'Alpha Male'. Eventually I was resigned to accepting you'd never have what that takes. It took Charles's confident swagger and fearlessness to show me the deep, luscious satisfaction of that kind of s u b m i s s i o n. You never 'took' me like Charles, Eric, then finally Vincente did. But you can still watch. You can still get off seeing me beg for it. That's who you are now, aren't you? A husband who can only cum watching other men fuck your wife?"

She was shivering as she spoke, her pussy swollen and glistening while the plug shook her to her core. She froze suddenly, then released a short, low-pitched groan. "He's going to make me cum, sweetie. Oh fuck, Vicente..."

I stared at her quaking body, driven to orgasm there before me as Vicente controlled the butt plug. I had been so determined to return home to spend time with her before dropping her at the airport that I never imagined he might use her body before she left me. She began to sob, dropped to her knees, then collapsed to all fours, gasping and clawing the carpet. When she regained control, she rolled over on her back and looked up at me.

"I didn't know he'd do that, sweetie, honestly. Did it excite you? Did it make you hard, just a little in your new cage? Or was it too much for you right before I leave to be with him?"

Charles had warned me at the start not to let Amanda know Eric had wired our bedroom for video. He had said he wanted her responses to be uninhibited, unaffected by anything or anyone other than those in the room while they fucked her. Later I discovered that our entire house was bugged with hidden video cameras and sound; Charles took delight in parroting back to me private conversations Amanda and I had at the morning breakfast table. I began to see he was weaving the content of our discussions into his plans to use Amanda and k i l l my desire for her body. He'd use Amanda's words against me as evidence she'd never want to fuck me again. It was painful keeping his secret at times when she laid bare her disappointment with my performance in bed and her recent obsession with Vicente. I would think, "if she only knew...", but telling her Charles was listening would likely get me fired and our bedroom videos released to the rest of the world. Now I was sure Charles had shared the video feed with Vicente as well, and he had planned to humiliate me by taking Amanda's ass remotely as he and I watched.

"It - wasn't anything I could have expected, Amanda," I assured her. "I guess I never imagined how much you'd love anal sex. And yes, it was too much right before I hand you over to him so far away. It's all too much sometimes - losing your body to him, then losing my desire to satisfy you myself. I've accepted it most of time; I know I never gave you what you needed in bed. But the fear of other men taking you from me is still there. As much as I've learned to love watching them fuck you, losing you is still a heavy weight to carry. Your obsession with Vicente is overwhelming. He's the kind of man you could easily fall in love with - the powerful, confident lover with a huge cock in your fantasies. You've even admitted that, in a way. I keep thinking I may never see you again..."

Amanda stood, retrieved her panties, and pulled them up along her perfect thighs. Then she turned and glared at me. I could hear the frustration in her voice and see the fire in her eyes.

"You're just such a baby about this! You whine about it, on and on, even after I try to convince you I won't ever leave you. It's sex! Only sex! Something he's good at and you're not. I don't know what else to tell you. Maybe if you'd be a bit more of a 'man' about it, Charles wouldn't t o r t u r e you so much. Maybe he'd let you out of that cage. If you only knew how many other things Charles has done to me, things I've never told you about...well, they're things your wife would never have done before meeting him. But I keep pampering you, helping you along, hoping you'll be everything Charles wants you to be."

I was stunned. She had approached me, inches from my face, her hand clutching my cage roughly as she raged at me. I saw a mix of frustration and lust in her eyes. Her impatience to go to Vicente was obvious, so much so that it ignited her response with aggression and anger. I understood, but that didn't make her words any less worrisome.

"I wear this cage for you so you can have the sex I never gave you," I told her. "And I wear it to keep my job, so we can have the life we enjoy. I'm sorry if I complain too often, but I'm trying. I really am, Amanda."

My answer didn't please her. She closed her hand tightly over my cage and tugged, pulling me even closer. I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest as she continued.

"Vicente is going to fuck me while I'm with him, every chance he gets. He's going to make me cum like only he can, and I'll beg him for more. He'll show me off, and use every inch of my body. You may never fuck me again, but I can still be your wife. I thought that was something we both agreed upon and accepted. But you should know that each and every time Charles, or Eric, or Vicente fucks me with his enormous, perpetually hard cock, yours seems even smaller and less likely to ever please me. Charles took your dick away, not your balls. For god's sake, use them once in a while. Calm the fuck down, let Vicente do whatever he wants to me, and I'll come back to you. You know it's going to happen. You know it! Now, take me to catch my flight, tell me to have a good time, and hand me over to him until he sees fit to send me home."


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Amanda slept quietly during our hour drive to the airport. I kept glancing over at her, consumed with worry, but also overwhelmed with how delicious she looked in her new outfit. Another button on her blouse had come undone, flaunting the full expanse of her bare breast and nipple. The tiny skirt was bunched about her waist, displaying her perfect legs and a bit of lace where her panties barely concealed her succulent, round little ass. I wondered how men could keep their hands off her before and during the flight. How many would flirt with her and hit on her - those hung, confident men who would simply walk up to her and tell her they wanted to fuck her. Her greedy blow jobs with Charles's two partners were still fresh in my mind, how she drained them and gulped their semen in a sex-crazed frenzy.

I helped Amanda with her bags once we arrived, then waited with her in line to check them. Vicente had reserved a first class ticket for her, and I could see she was impressed. Surprisingly, her mood had softened by then, and she took my hand before leaving me.

"I guess I was a little rough on you before," she said, a crooked, apologetic smile forming across her angelic face. "I'm not sure what came over me - I think it was spending the day with Charles; you know how he likes to make you feel so small and impotent and then drags me into his little schemes. I felt like someone else as the day went on. I'm sorry, sweetie. But you know we have to obey him, don't you? You know he could fire you and ruin us. Neither of us wants that."

I cringed when Amanda assumed Charles's only hold on us was the money. What would she do if the videos of us were made public? With her looks and body, clips of her taking Eric's huge cock would be seen and downloaded by thousands of horny men. If Charles released our names, men would be lining up at our door to fuck her. Our friends, relatives and coworkers would all witness Amanda's obsession for huge cock and her willingness to cuckold me. Then there were the humiliating scenes of me watching, spewing cum everywhere as Amanda thrashed under them, delirious and moaning as she welcomed load after load of cum inside her. It would embarrass me, but eventually I could tuck my tail between my legs and hide from my part in it. Things would be worse for Amanda - it would destroy her.

"It's been a long day," I told her. "I think an entire day with Charles was more than either of us could take without some kind of damage. You may regret the way you said those things, but if you're honest, I believe you'll admit you've kept them hidden from me, bottled up inside you for some time now. I'm not sure what pushed you over the edge, but I get it. I'm not your fantasy 'Alpha male' with a big cock, something you've craved since the day we were married. But you can have that, Amanda. I can accept it - you know I have accepted it. Sometimes it even excites me. I just don't want to lose you in the process of how our marriage is changing. So, go. Have a good time in Spain. Then come back to me."

She put her arms around me and hugged me. I could feel her breath on my face before she kissed me, then her lips brush my ear as she whispered her goodbye. "I do love you, sweetie. And I don't want to leave with things unsaid. I need to know you're okay. So, will you tell me? I need to hear it, like you really, really mean it. Tell me you want him to have me there, that you want to give my body to him until I came back to you. Please say it. Tell me you want him to fuck me?"

She had pressed her body against me, and I could feel the firm swell of her breasts beneath the thin blouse. The tip of her tongue traced a slow circle over my ear, her breath hot and inviting. She kept whispering the words, over and over, there in the busy airport, in front of everyone. "Tell me...tell me...tell me..." All my resistance vanished, her former anger forgotten. I felt my dick stir inside my cage, then inflate to the confines of the tiny prison.

"I do, Amanda," I said quietly, my nose buried in the fragrant, luxurious sweep of her hair. "I want you to go to him. I want you to give your body to him. I want him to fuck you."

She looked up at me and smiled. "I'll never leave you - you know that, don't you? I only want his cock, not him. Go home. Imagine how good it will be for me - his thick cock deep inside me when I cum. Prove to Charles that letting me have other men is our future, and he'll remove your cage. And when he does, I promise I'll always tell you everything, and that you'll get the relief you need when I do. Goodbye, sweetie. I'll see you soon."

Farrrrrk hard as a rock!!!!
Droopy and Miss

awesome story

It is so hard waiting for the next installment. Cannot wait to see what Vicente has in store for this hot little slut. Too bad her husband cannot be there to witness (and participate?) in her use, *****, debauchery and downright whoring.

Wow! couldn't even breathe right while reading the last installment. This is Fantastic, Bravo.

Great chapter!

One question hopefully you can answer. Why does Charles d r u g Amanda if she's willing anyway?

Don Jetman
Fabulous and awesome story. It reminds of some of the early days of Cuckplace great authors, Goodhusband, Stormy Dog, and Peak. Your writing is great and keeps you wanting for more. Keep up the great work!

Hoping Amanda's time with Vincent is long, maybe a month and husband waiting at home agonizing over will she come home or not.