The Key

The Key - 17

"Surprise, sweetie! I'm home! Did you miss me?"

I was astonished. Was this my Amanda? She did a slow pirouette with her hands raised to each side, smiling as though she knew how the changes would affect me. A golden tan covered her entire body except for a narrow patch of white over her shaven pussy. There was no mistaking she had been topless for weeks on the sunny beaches where Vicente flaunted my wife as his new pet. A belly ring with a row of three small diamonds dangled from her navel, sparkling against her newly tanned skin.

'I - I don't know what to say," I told her, unable to hide my concern. "I've never seen you with a tan like this. You always said your skin was too fair to spend much time in the sun."

"I guess I never had the chance to find out, sweetie. I played volleyball on the beach almost every day with Vicente and his friends. At first I was embarrassed to be topless in front of them, but Vicente insisted I only wear one of the tiny thongs he bought me. After the first day I loved all the attention the men showered on me. I think Vicente liked seeing them flirt with me just as much."

I couldn't help notice the more subtle changes in her body as she turned. Her butt was hard and round, and small bundles of muscle rose here and there along her legs and over her belly. Traces of the softness that I had loved were gone, most noticeably about her narrow waist and hips. But the most shocking change was how Vicente had her once shoulder length chocolate-brown hair cut to form a bouncing blonde sheath that followed the line of her jaw. It flared a little as she whirled, then fell exactly into place again, framing her bright eyes and wide grin. It was then I noticed the three diamond studs along the ridge of her right ear, a look she never would have chosen over her preference for the simplest of earrings in the past. Vicente had remade her as his image of a sexy plaything, announcing what she was to everyone who laid eyes on her. And, she seemed delighted with the 'new her'.

"You like?" she asked, taking a few steps toward me. It was painful being so close to her; my dick had come to life as I felt the heat of her body next to me, only to have my cage remind me of what I couldn't have.

"You look...like someone else..." I stammered. "Someone who isn't my wife. You're still beautiful, but it's something I'll have to get used to, I guess. I didn't imagine you'd let him change you like this."

Amanda put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm not 'someone else's wife', silly. I'm still yours. Why would you say that? I came home to you, didn't I?"

"You did, and I'm glad - relieved to say the least. But what will people here think? You'll be sending a message to everyone who sees you; they'll think you're looking for sex, the kind of sex they'll suspect I can't give you."

"People change, sweetie. So what if I had a makeover. Women do it all the time. We've been married a while now - they'll think I did it to look sexier for you. Sure, other men may look, but honestly, I love that. I want them to look. Anyway, I thought you had accepted that I need something 'different' now and then. If my new look gets me what I need, I thought you might like the new me."

"It's not that I don't think your new look is sexy - it's just so, not the 'you' I'm used to. But it's also that 'he' did this to you. He's made you his in a way that's followed you home and become part of you, a part you obviously want to keep. It's what I agonized over while you were gone - that he'd take you from me and you'd belong to him."

Amanda released me and stepped back, holding me at arm's length, staring seriously into my eyes. "Sweetie, I don't 'belong' to anyone. No one 'owns' me - at least not all of me. I love you, and I'll stay married to you as long as you want me. I won't leave you; I promise. But you have to accept that other men will have my body. You may call it 'owning' me if you want, but it will always be just my body, and only for the short time I'm with them. It was Charles's at first, then Eric's, and now Vicente's. I couldn't stop if I tried, and I don't want to. You know what he is to me, don't you? A rich, commanding man with a body I've dreamed about for years, and a cock that finally shows me how exciting and fulfilling sex can be. Just because you're not 'that' man doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you because you let him have me. I love you because you accept you can't give me what certain other men can. You'll even wear 'this' for me."

She reached between my legs and closed her hand over the bulge of my cage, giving it a slight squeeze. I thrust my hips forward, urgently needing relief. She unzipped my pants, and I moaned when she pulled the cage into the light and moved her fingers over it, trailing a long fingernail where the flesh of my dick pushed into the open spaces between the bars. The key swayed between her perfectly tanned breasts, and she saw my eyes on it.

"You want me to let you out, don't you, sweetie?"

"Y-yes - fuck - yes - please?" I begged.

"You know you're not allowed to fuck me, don't you?"

"I know, I know," I pleaded. "Just let me cum - please?"

"I could tell you all about some of the things Vicente and I did together. Would you like to cum like that, hearing how he used your wife? How I didn't refuse him anything - and I mean, 'anything' at all?"

It was the way she said 'anything' that shook me, and I found I couldn't answer.

"Oh sweetie, I know that look. You poor thing. How long has it been since you've cum? I'll bet you can't even remember. And I was there having the time of my life, getting Vicente's huge cock day and night while you were here suffering. I suppose it's only fair that I let you out to play for a little while. But you have to behave. You know Charles's rules, and they include your promise not to fuck me. Can you promise me that? You have to tell me before I unlock you."

I was desperate, trying to breathe, but not quite daring to believe that what Amanda had told me would actually happen. I could see the tiny key nestled between her breasts. It was so close; I hungered for it like a man stranded in the desert with an oasis in sight but barely able to crawl to it to d r i n k.

"I promise, Amanda!" I said urgently, as she continued to fondle my cage. "I won't fuck you; I promise! I won't even try. But can I please just look at you while I jerk off? You can cage me again after - I just really need to cum!"

"Oh, I think I can do better than just letting you look. Go upstairs, get undressed and get on the bed. But there are conditions that you have to agree to. Promise?"

I took the steps two at a time, shed my clothes, and lay on the bed waiting. Amanda stood in the doorway a few minutes later, leaning against the frame with a hand on her hip, posing. She pulled a pair of handcuffs from behind her back with the other hand and dangled them in the air in front of her.

"A present from Charles," she said, grinning. "He wants to make sure you behave if and when I let you out. You should be grateful he's letting you out at all. He trusts me now to decide when and where, but we still have to do it his way. Agree? I promise you can cum..."

"Do whatever you have to do," I told her. "I just want to cum while we're here alone together, touching each other, looking into each other's eyes."

"It's what I want too, sweetie," she assured me. "Just let me make sure you keep your hands off yourself while we play. I want to see if Charles was right - that you've lost a good inch or two after he put you in this new cage. You might be wondering if you can still cum at all if there's not much left to work with."

I let her cuff me to the headboard, then watched as she took the chain from around her neck, placed the key in the tiny lock, and opened it. The cage came off easily - there wasn't much to the small basket that imprisoned my dick. Although I had hoped Amanda would use her long, delicate fingers to stroke me, she simply stood back and watched me get hard.

"I think Charles was right," she told me as she stared carefully at my fully hardened erection. "You are smaller now. But it's been a long time, and I've been used to Eric's and Vicente's for such a long time...maybe it's the comparison that makes yours look smaller now. Let's see what we can do to make this little thing happy."

Her finger grazed the length of my erection from balls to the tip where she lingered, circling the head with a feather touch. The feeling was electric and I raised my hips off the bed, begging for a firmer touch.

"Now, now," she warned me. "This looks a lot like fucking, and you're not allowed to do that, remember? If you don't behave and let me do this my way, I'll stop. Is that what you want?"

No! No, please don't," I begged. "I'll behave. Just please let me cum... please!"

Amanda grinned and began again. My dick jerked and drooled as she resumed her feather-light touches, never applying any more pressure than was required to make my dick jump when she teased it. When she cupped my balls in her other hand, I moaned, certain my orgasm was seconds away. She sensed it, stopped her stroking, and closed her fingers around my balls until the dull ache chased my orgasm into thin air.

"You don't want this to be over so soon, do you, sweetie? We're going to make this last, right up to the very last second when you spurt all over yourself. I love seeing you do that, just like when you watched Eric fuck me. You did like that, didn't you? Seeing my lover make me cum? The young guy who grew up next door, finally doing your wife? Why don't you tell me? Tell me how you loved watching Eric fuck me."

"Oh fuck, yes - I loved it. Not at first though - you're my wife - and he was our neighbor's ***, this young college guy who always flirted with you. I always suspected - worried, I guess, that eventually you couldn't resist him. Then, when I saw his cock, I knew if he wanted you I could never compete with him. He had everything I imagined you'd want, for sex I mean, and I knew I was helpless to stop it."

"But you like that, don't you? Feeling so helpless to keep other men from fucking me? Always wondering if I might decide to fuck them when they flirt? It was your dirty little secret for so long. But now - now we know, don't we? You love it when they take me from you for a little while. You love it when their cocks are bigger than yours and I can't resist submitting to them. You get hard just thinking about your wife fucking other men now, don't you, sweetie? Don't you?"

I didn't want to admit it, to say it out loud. But it did get me hard, even after I had dreaded losing my wife when she was satisfied by another man's huge cock. It meant I may never get to fuck her again. It meant she saw him as the 'better man', one of power and potency who could make her cum over and over again, so effortlessly, so often, so intensely. I wanted her body as much or more than her other men did, but yes, the feelings that stirred in me when she chose them over me, their cocks over mine, their bodies and clever seduction over my sensitive caring, crept through me and consumed me. They made me hard, those images of her perfect naked body under them. The sounds she made when they made her cum excited me and haunted me for days afterward.

"You're right, Amanda," I confessed. "It does get me hard. I know how much you love it too - the sex with all those men who give you what you've needed for so long. I admit it. But it's okay now. They can have your body. They can have you; they can fuck you. But please come back to me, every time?"

My confession was more one of desperation than one I would have offered freely. I heard the words come from my mouth in the way I'd hear an actor in a play or movie recite his lines. They were f o r c e d up from my gut, released into the air about Amanda's sweet face, her eyes knowing she could pry them from me. She had what she had wanted from me, and she glowed with satisfaction.

"I've been practicing," she told me, still smiling with eager anticipation.

"Practicing what?" I asked. "With Vicente?"

"With other men," she said softly."

"How many other men? Who?" I begged.

"You don't know them, sweetie. You never will. Vicente wanted me to practice all the things he and Charles taught me, and he loved to watch. By the time I left he said I was better at controlling when and how men cum than anyone he had ever seen. It's something I love to do. Making men beg me to finish them and then deciding to do it my way gives me such a sense of power. But this is just to reward my husband for being so patient while his wife's body belonged to Vicente."

Amanda climbed between my legs, lowered her head, and began to suck my balls into her mouth, one at a time. Her fingers were busy fluttering over my dick, her nails dragging lightly up and down over the length of it, now and then surrounding the head like a prickly crown. She twisted and tugged at the head as though she might pluck it like a ripe, red piece of fruit. Each time I'd gasp and thrust my hips upward she'd remove her hands and close her mouth more tightly over one of my balls. The sharp spike of pain jolted me for a split second, then sent a lingering ache up into my belly, erasing my impending orgasm once again.

Amanda kept me sweating and panting for an hour there on our bed. She took me up to the final moment of orgasm over and over, skillfully pulling me back from the edge each time I was sure I would finally cum. Then she'd let me recover for a while as she began yet another story about what Vicente had done to her. The quiet, sexy voice she used was same one she had used in the past when we made love. Back then her words had been chosen to try to reassure me that she enjoyed my attempts to satisfy her. Now the tone was the same, but she used it while telling me about her time with Vicente, about his 'gorgeous cock' and perpetually hard, fulfilling erections. But this time, as she watched me, naked on our bed, I became aware of little inflections of discontentment that went unnoticed when we had made love there for so many years. I saw the disappointment in her eyes I had ignored in the past when she glanced at my erection. Sex during our marriage had kept her in a cage of hunger and frustration, just as I was held prisoner now in my own cage. It was no wonder she had fallen for the first monstrous cock that tempted her to take it inside her.

"Yes, Vicente was the fuck of my life, sweetie, but he also took care of me. He owned me in a way that I loved - I felt safe and precious in his hands, everywhere we went. At night when we were alone in his bed, he'd slide his cock into me so slowly that I thought I'd die waiting for all of it. I'd want it so badly. It filled me - my pussy, and my craving for sex. I'd cum, sometimes twice before he did, but he was hard again right away, and he'd flood me one more time. I couldn't imagine where all the semen came from, how he seemed to have so much more than other men. He'd soak the bed after just an hour, and we'd move to an open veranda just outside his bedroom to spend the night. He loved fucking me there too. The neighbors would watch us sometimes; he wanted them to know he was fucking your wife. It was a thing with him - he would tell everyone I was happily married but fucking him instead of my husband. He never bad-mouthed you, but they understood that you must have been a less than adequate lover.

"I grew to like being watched. I knew he dressed me so he could show off my body to the other men. I was excited when I heard their compliments, and I knew how much they would have loved to fuck me. He taught me to be proud of my body in public, and to flirt as though I was always hungry to fuck.

I loved showing off his body too, especially his cock. The best times were when I could get him hard in front of others with just the right words whispered in his ear, or with a few extra buttons on my blouse undone so he could watch everyone stare at my bare breasts and nipples. After a while, everywhere we went, I wanted to make sure everyone noticed his erection and knew that huge cock was mine. I imagined that it would make other women so jealous; he was MY man, and that was MY cock."

During the brief downtimes between her expert touches, Amanda seemed to take delight in sharing memories of her time with Vicente. The images she created in my head kept me hard in spite of seeing how Vicente had changed her. She had left me as my sweet, loving wife, the same woman whose former looks and demeanor attracted men but assured them she would never cheat. Even after Charles and Eric had their way with her, there were still vestiges of the innocent, demure wife everyone knew so well. Yes, she had stopped fucking me, but I still doubted Charles's influence would be permanent. Now, the angst of having other men recognize her years of neglect and newfound hunger for cock had become a confusing trigger that enhanced her tales of Vicente's 'dream cock' and his rich friends' not so innocent attentions.

"I loved playing with his balls," she continued. "They're huge, so much bigger than most men's, including yours." She lifted my dick and balls carefully with both hands while she spoke, inspecting them as if she noticed the difference for the first time. There was a little wrinkle over her forehead, one of both interest and disappointment. Her touch was soft and tentative; her fingertips inspected my dick as though it was something delicate and fragile that might break with a firmer grip. I imagined those same hands and fingers on him, gripping and milking him with all her strength as if his cock was made of unyielding, indestructible steel.

"It's just one more thing that makes him so much of a 'man'. That and the way he handles me in bed, like I weigh nothing at all when he puts his hands on me. So, you see, it wasn't only his cock I craved, sweetie. It's what he is. I suppose it's the exciting change of being with someone so different; I was so used to the careful way you made love to me, time and time again. But as far as sex goes, I've always longed to have a man who just takes me there, not one who meekly asks permission. You do understand the difference, don't you, sweetie? Ooops - I almost let you cum that time!"

I was so close that my body trembled in spasms of anticipation. My dick was about to burst, throbbing and thrusting, teetering on the edge of my first orgasm in months. I cried out, begging her to finish me after she took her hands away again. I promised I'd never fuck her again, and that she could have as many men as she wanted, as often as she wanted. I said I knew how much better Vicente was in bed than I was, how much bigger and better his cock was, and that I wanted her to fuck him, I wanted him to have her, to own her body, to own my wife's body. "Just please - please, please, please, Amanda, let me cum!"

Amanda moved away and circled the bed, looking me over as she listened to me beg. I was sure I saw a mix of concern and satisfaction on her face as she stared at my dick, frowning and smiling as though she couldn't decide how to proceed. She moved closer, her eyes peering into mine, her face inches away. Then she kissed me. It wasn't a wife's kiss - it was the hungry, searing, open mouth kiss of a woman possessed by uncontrollable passion and lust. It was the kiss of a married woman longing for her lover's thick cock inside her, the kiss of a rabid, adulterous whore.

Her actions overwhelmed me. My hips rose and fell in frustration, my erection bobbing in the air in a futile, desperate attempt for relief. She pressed her mouth harder against mine, probing with her tongue, sending shivers of anticipation through my entire body.

When the beginnings of my orgasm began to build, those impending contractions and warmth deep within my belly that spread slowly down into my dick and balls, I felt her hand on me, clenching my dick, slowly pumping it, once, twice, three times, then flicking it away just as I felt the long-held reservoir of semen begin to rise and escape. I moaned into her mouth, trying to beg her to stroke me, to milk me while I came, but she pressed her mouth against mine more tightly as though trying to silence my pleading.

Then came the inevitable surge of cum, rising and flowing, but without the f o r c e f u l, jetting sensation that should have accompanied it. The pleasure of each contraction was quenched to a numbed spasm, stolen from me by the absence of her touch. I felt I was being emptied, slowly, mechanically, methodically, merely by my own body's hesitant final surrender to Amanda's practiced efforts to drain me. She had promised to let me come, and she had kept her promise, but it had left me exhausted, frustrated, and surprisingly empty and impotent.

She petted my withering dick and smiled lovingly as I lay there recovering, proud of how she had 'let me cum', emptying myself with little satisfaction.

"You made a mess," she whispered close to my ear. "You've been trapped in that cage so long, and I'm sure me being away having so much fun with Vicente must have made you a little jealous, but excited too, right? That's why, when I came back, I insisted that Charles let me unlock you for a while to reward you for your patience. It's not every husband who would wait quietly while his wife takes a long vacation with a man like Vicente, knowing she's getting a cock like his every night."

"I just wish you would have finished me, Amanda," I complained. "You stopped just a second too soon. I guess you weren't paying attention while we kissed. So, maybe next time you could..."

She was lying beside me, her delicate finger tracing little circles in the puddle of semen on my stomach. I could feel her breath on me; her tongue flicked here and there over my ear, teasing me between whispers.

"It wasn't that at all, sweetie. Charles insists that I can't have sex with you if I let you out to play. That means I can excite you, but I can't touch you when you cum. That would be too much like actual sex. He showed me something else, a way to satisfy both his demands and still get you off. As long as I don't touch you while you cum, it's not really sex. He taught me to stop at just the right moment. He even let me practice on him a few times until I got it right. It was the only way to get him to agree to unlock you now and then. I'd hoped you'd appreciate it when I got back... but if you didn't like it...I won't do it again..."

Her last words were spoken in her sexiest, halting whisper. It wasn't exactly a threat or a promise; she knew all too well I wouldn't be able to resist being free of my cage the next time. And she knew I'd gladly give in to her teasing, even knowing my "orgasms" would leave me drained and empty. She knew I'd do it all again and again, just to be close to her, to have her hands and mouth on me until the last futile moments.

"No - it's okay, Amanda," I assured her, with all the conviction I could summon. "I understand - and I won't complain ever again. Just please, if Charles allows it, let me cum with you here beside me, even if it's now and then. You've never kissed me like that. It felt real, like you wanted me. I loved that."

"I was real, sweetie. I mean it. I missed you while I was gone. I miss being close to you in bed the way we used to be. We need to do more of that, even if you can't satisfy me. I'm sure we can find other ways to be close, ones Charles won't object to. I want that - trust me, I really do, sweetie."

She ran a finger through the remaining layer of cum on my stomach, scooped a generous portion onto the tip of her finger, brought it slowly to her lips, and sucked.

"Your cum doesn't taste like his - it's just a little bitter," she said, smiling. "But I still like the idea of devouring your sperm. I never really liked it when you used to come in my mouth, but Charles said that sooner or later I'd enjoy taking men's semen in my mouth and swallowing it. He wanted me to learn to like it before I spent time with Vicente. And, well, I found out why soon enough. Vicente really, really loved blow jobs."

She ran her finger along the length of my withered dick, collecting the remains of the sticky trail that lingered there. Then she brought the tip of her finger to my lips.

"But when we're together, you have to help me. We have to make sure none of your sperm survive - it's one of Charles's demands I had to agree to every time I let you out to play. It's a small price to pay, don't you think? It's something we can do together to get rid of the little mess you make. It's not much of a mess compared to Vincente's, but there weren't any rules about what I did with him.

I opened my lips and took what she offered me, again and again. I had never tasted semen before - it was slightly bitter, as Amanda had said. Amanda and I took turns "making sure my sperm didn't survive" until every bit was gone. I knew it was just Charles's way of adding a bit more h u m i l i a t i o n, and giving Amanda more control over me. He wanted me to know our sex life would never be the same; Amanda would reject my sperm and accept the cum she took from other men. What could be more defeating to a husband than having his wife destroy every living sperm she managed to extract from him with as little pleasure as possible?

I thought about the video Charles had sent me, the one where he had Amanda suck his partners by the pool. She had seemed unusually eager, and took their semen in her mouth as though it pleased her as much as it pleased Charles. But I knew better than to let Amanda know he had recorded her. If it angered her and she took her outrage directly to Charles, I knew I'd pay a steep price. Maybe Amanda would as well.

"And his friends?" I asked. "You mentioned Vicente's rich, good-looking friends in your emails. You sounded impressed, maybe even enough to fuck them too?"

"I didn't sweetie. He wanted me all to himself. I doubt I'd have been satisfied with anyone else's cock anyway. But did I suck them? It was part of my job there, sweetie - to keep him happy. It became something I was expected to do for him. And I'll be honest, I did enjoy it with different men. I loved the sense of power it gave me over them, handling their cocks, taking my time to get them hard, and finally getting them off at the very moment I decided they should cum. Swallowing their cum became my reward for what Vicente considered my special talent. He'd fuck me right after; knowing I'd get his cock after I finished them was the icing on my cake. I thought about it every second while I was sucking them."


~*~

Amanda began visiting Charles at work again several days a week. She'd arrive just before noon, he'd take her to lunch, and they'd spend time in his office when they returned. The men I worked with stared the first day she arrived, surprised and aroused by her new look. Now and then one of them would head for the men's room after watching her stroll by his desk, I was sure to masturbate to the fantasy of fucking her. There was a time when it would have disgusted me, especially when I didn't like the guy much. Now thinking about a coworker wanking to fantasies of my wife's body excited me.

Before long Amanda began to follow them, and I began to imagine how Amanda would suck them off in the rest room, sent by Charles to reward them for an exceptional accomplishment. Charles knew it would become an incentive to improve productivity, and to encourage them to massage his ego by kissing his ass in creative, novel ways. More than one of my coworkers received his reward when Amanda took their cocks in her warm, eager mouth. I was ambivalent about Amanda's office presence; on one hand I felt shamed and embarrassed that my wife had become the office "blow job queen", yet thoughts of the men I worked with every day finding pleasure in the wet, sultry embrace of Amanda's mouth often got me hard sitting there in my office chair.

My worst fears arose when Amanda and Juliet appeared on the same days. For weeks Juliet would simply eye Amanda's body from head to toe as they passed in the hallway. She'd pause at my door just after and give me a sly wink and a smile, making sure I recognized her predatory intentions. I remembered what she had said about Amanda, that she "could eat her alive". Each time Juliet stopped to stare at her, I didn't doubt that in her shameless, twisted way, she actually might, given the opportunity.

Amanda and I took advantage of Charles's generous new definition of what sex was and what it wasn't. I'd spend hours with my face between her legs, discovering for the first time how to keep her moaning long after she begged to come, and how to make her shriek with pleasure when her orgasm finally arrived. She left me caged much of the time, confessing that she enjoyed keeping me i n c a p a c i t a t e d while I slaved away with my tongue between her legs.

"I can't help it," she told me one night after I had finished her. "I need to feel like I own your little guy down there completely. I love how you beg me to let you out, and deciding when and how often is so deliciously kinky."

She'd let me out on special occasions, or whenever she decided to surprise me. The cuffs were no longer necessary - I had learned to take what she gave me gratefully, even though she never touched me while I dribbled the slow, interrupted streams of cum onto my belly. When she asked, I'd tell her how empty and shaken I was after she deprived me of much of the final, satisfying relief I craved. "That would be 'sex', according to Charles," she'd remind me. "He's warned you before that my pussy's not for you now, remember? He's told me having my hands on you when you come is no different. He wants you to learn to accept that sex between us is a thing of the past. You should be glad he lets you come at all now - you really should thank him sometime you guys talk."

Two weeks after Amanda came back to me, a package arrived from Spain. She had opened it by the time I arrived home from work and had left it at my place on the table. I discovered it at dinner that night; the beautiful mahogany case contained an inscription etched into the transparent, crystalline lid. It said simply, "For Amanda Always, Vicente". I didn't have to open it to see what lay inside. The phallus was immense, almost a foot long, golden brown and lifelike, filling the long, narrow case. It was nested in black velvet with a small gold heart embedded in the lower corner of the lining. An engraving on the small heart read, "A & V".

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Amanda gushed while I looked down through the glass lid. "He had it made - taken from a mold of his cock while he was hard for me. It's a perfect copy. Go on, take it out and see."

The hinged lid opened smoothly and I retrieved the intimidating cock from its case, immediately feeling the heft of it in my hand. The thing was astonishingly lifelike, the soft exterior giving just a little as I held it, but the core just as hard as I had imagined Vicente's living, throbbing cock. It was curved upward slightly, with a bulbous head that flared outward, just slightly wider than the shaft's imposing girth. As I stared at the replica of the very cock that had filled Amanda day and night, I found I was unable to close my fingers and thumb around the circumference. I couldn't help comparing the impressive girth to the disappointing size of my own. This was the cock that Amanda had fallen in love with - would Amanda ever want mine again?

As I plucked the little gold heart from the case, I found it was attached to a delicate gold chain buried beneath it.

"Does he expect you to wear this?" I asked. It dangled from the gold chain as I held it in the air between us. "How would we explain this to people we know? It would be like announcing you have a 'boyfriend'. What would you say if someone asked you about the inscription?"

She grinned at me. "Hmmm, maybe that I've found my 'dream cock' and you let me have as much of it as I want to keep me happy?" Then she giggled. "Oh sweetie, I'd never embarrass you like that. But, maybe I could wear it now and then when we're out, hidden just a little under my blouse between my boobs. Oh, sweetie - you know how I love teasing you! You should see the look on your face...it's priceless! Vicente had the necklace made for me when I was with him. He wanted me to wear it all the time, even when we fucked. He really did have this thing about 'owning' me while I was there. Honestly though, it was sexy, being seen with him in his favorite restaurants where everyone seemed to know him, and during the day in public when we shopped for my new party clothes. He really did make me feel like I belonged to him - I've told you before, he's just that kind of man."

Word after word, she reignited the mix of fear and arousal that overwhelmed me while she had been gone. Not a day had passed when I didn't imagine them together as a couple. It wasn't only thoughts of his huge cock in her, it was just as Amanda described; he would have owned her day and night, every second, everywhere they went. I could almost see her bright eyes locked on his as adoring looks passed between them. How strangers must have enjoyed watching from a distance as he fondled her when they stopped to kiss deeply in a crowded public marketplace or one of the shops where he bought her clothes that had men salivating at first glance. When the sight of her hungry gaze and perfect body made him hard in public, did she put her hand on his erection to show everyone she'd have it inside her that night, that her pussy was his because of the monster in his pants? There was a growing awareness that the constant ruminations I wove into brief vignettes of idyllic romance and sex between them had been real. He had owned Amanda, at least for the seemingly endless time she had been with him.

Amanda found a spot for the box beside the bed, and for many nights after that I fucked her with Vicente's cock. At first I was shocked at how her pussy accommodated it; her inflamed labia seemed to grasp it and suck it inside. Within seconds it was soaked with her juices; the thick shaft glistened in the dim light of our bedroom as I worked the immense thing in and out of her. Her body responded as though Vicente was there himself. She'd moan and beg for more of his cock, calling out his name, then reach down between her legs to close her hand around the wide root. Soon she'd push my hand away and work Vicente's cock in small circles, rubbing the flared base over her clit. Night after night I'd remain on my knees between her spread legs, my cage dangling and throbbing while I watched "Vicente" fuck her with his gift. "It's just like having him here with me..." she told me after her first crushing orgasm. Then she smiled at me and took my hand, pulled me on top of her, and whispered, "...only now you get to watch every time he fucks me."

It was a relief in a way, that she always wanted me there on top of her after she came. She kept Vicente's "cock" on her nightstand by our bed. She wanted it often, most nights in fact, but she never opened the exquisite mahogany box herself; she wanted me to take it in my hands, tease her with it, demanding I tell her how much I wanted him to invade and fill her perfect body. I did, time and time again. On those rare nights when she cried out my name instead of his, the massive phallus buried to the hilt as her orgasm surged through her frenzied body, fleeting hopes rose in me that although Vicente's cock may have owned her, the man himself now did not.

oh my god, I love this story really really really
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Excellent!!

Wow, fantastic. Even had a tear.

This just is intoxicating! Amazing!!
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Don, when we can enjoy the next chapter?
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Just got back from my latest road trip - I hope to finish editing tonight and post right away. Thanks for the interest, everyone!

Don

The Key - 18

"Are you still fucking Charles on the days you come in to work?"

Amanda and I were at the breakfast table early in the morning, sipping our second cups of coffee. I could tell she was planning to show up at the office that day by the way she dressed; it was always the same silky, white blouse with three buttons undone, the tiny, black pencil skirt, and the black, strappy heels Charles had bought for her before leaving to visit Vicente. He had convinced Amanda that her outfit was appropriate dress for his workplace, always without panties, and for some reason she had believed him. I could see her breasts shift freely now and then inside the blouse and caught glimpses of bare skin through the openings between the widely spaced buttons. Later in the day I knew there would be more than one opportunity for the guys I worked with to stare between her legs as she retrieved Charles's morning coffee from the break room, or finally as she leaned over my desk to give me a quick kiss before she left. I guessed nearly everyone in the office had seen her bare pussy, and I knew they were always on the lookout for another chance to steal another peek.

"Sometimes, sweetie," she answered. "When he wants me. But it isn't always that. He has a few new projects for me, and honestly, I can't wait to hear the details of what he wants next from me."

"Like following another guy into the men's restroom?" I asked. "I think I know what goes on there; I've seen you do it at least once a week. You've never been honest with me about it, and it worries me. Do you fuck them? Have you had all the guys I work with by now?"

Amanda set her coffee cup on the table and stared into her lap. "It's - something Charles wants me to do, one of my weekly projects. He picks the guy and the time, and I just go in after him, open his pants, and blow him. I knew it would upset you, and I hoped you wouldn't notice. It's just part of my job, sweetie. It's doesn't mean anything."

"And you don't care that Charles uses you like that? That everyone knows what you do by now?"

Amanda looked up into my eyes for a few seconds to make the connection she knew would capture my need for her. I imagined her sweet face, framed by her new, sexy hairstyle, buried in the crotch of one on my coworkers, her inviting lips milking his erection until he unleashed jets of semen into her soft, wet mouth.

"You know there are things we have to do to survive here, sweetie. We both have, for a long time now. The first time I dreaded doing it. But the guy was so sweet about it, and promised he wouldn't tell. Then Charles began to offer it to others as a kind of bonus. I found a way to accept it. You know how inexperienced I was when we met. I had only been with one other man. I had only seen one other penis. Suddenly there were so many, right there in front of me. I began to wonder what the next one would be like, and how much it would change and grow when I made it hard. I was amazed at the differences - how every man surprised me. I had no idea there were so many shapes and sizes. They all felt so surprisingly new and different in my mouth, especially the way they came, and the taste of them."

"You almost sound like you enjoy it," I said, hoping she'd deny it.

"Before I answer, when you suspected, did you have fantasies about what I was doing? Did you get hard thinking about me there, on my knees, with one of your coworker's cocks in my mouth? Be honest. I'll know if you lie to me."

It was my turn to look away. I hated these confessions about my fantasies of Amanda with other men. The idea of my wife slutting for them filled me with anxiety and shame; she fucked other men because I couldn't satisfy her. I never had. Living with my inadequacy wasn't easy for me. I felt small and useless - a husband whose otherwise loving wife rejected him in bed. I knew she now compared me to those other men, and I had failed once again. But there it was, again - my dick nudging the cage, trying to escape, enticed and engorged by those very thoughts.

"I guess at times I do," I confessed reluctantly. "You know I did when I watched you with Eric. But there at the office, with the guys I work with...it's less like sex with a man because he excites or satisfies you, and more like Charles is your pimp. It cheapens it, as though you're just doing it because he's ordering you to. He's making you 'service' complete strangers - you don't know any of them, and I have to sit quietly and watch while they compete for blowjobs from my wife."

"You mean it makes you think of me as a slut, or even a cheap whore, right? And if you suspect, or maybe even just fantasize that I begin to like it? Then I'm both a wife who loves you, and a very willing whore for those men - for any man but you. Don't you see? That's exactly what gets you hard - your loving wife, on her knees, servicing these men like the dirty whore in your fantasies. Just admit it. Tell me. Tell me I'm the little whore in your fantasies, and that very same fantasy gets you hard when you see me follow them to the men's room and lock the door behind us. Because honestly, sweetie, that's exactly what I do too. I'm your wife, and I love you, but I'm also that dirty little whore all men want in my fantasies too."

Amanda had always been able to see through me, to easily recognize my day-to-day moods as though she could read my mind. Although we had never talked about sex much after we married, I shouldn't have been surprised she was able to lay bare and untangle my most guarded fantasies. But then, Charles had awakened and brought her fantasies to the surface as well, as though she had become his apt pupil who embraced her forbidden thoughts and ideas and shamelessly ran with them.

"It isn't easy for me to say, Amanda," I told her. "Calling you a whore. That I think of you like that sometimes, even in my fantasies. But I can't suddenly begin to see you as a whore at times like this, when we're alone here at home. You're still my wife here. You're someone else at the office, or when you're with Vicente. The way you dress, the way you flirt, the way you talk about how Vicente fucks you - all that is just a sexy skin you wear that disappears at times like this. You're not a whore, Amanda. You're still my wife."

She frowned and leaned forward an inch, peering more deeply into my eyes as though she could extract my deepest thoughts and plant her own alongside them. "You still don't see it, do you, sweetie? You've always been so careful with me, like I might break if you fucked me just a little harder. So tender, so sensitive, and I like that from my husband. But there are other men who aren't so careful, men who treat me like the whore I want to be in my fantasies - men who treat me like the best piece of ass they've ever had. You've never treated me like just a piece of ass, even while we're fucking. If only you could think of me as your whore..."

"But I can't, Amanda," I interrupted. "I'm just not wired that way, to think of my wife as my whore twenty-four hours a day. That's something other men do when they flirt with you, when they fuck you. I don't know why it gets me hard when they do, when they take you and use you. But I'm not those other men."

"You're exactly right, sweetie. We both know who and what you are. You're a kind, loyal, loving husband - but one who must defer to more sexually aggressive men. You 'make love', but never 'fuck'. You see me as a precious possession, and a delicate one at that. It's why you get hard when other men flirt with me, fondle me, and even fuck me. Handing over your 'treasure' to them isn't merely an act of s u b m i s s i o n; you're willingly surrendering me to them, knowing how much I need to be 'fucked', then finding satisfaction in allowing them to satisfy me like you can't."

I was speechless. Had Amanda really shown me the key to my fantasies, one I had found too extreme to recognize and accept in the past? Even if I could change, if I could accept her as my whore every time our eyes met, would it be enough for her? If I could take a lesson or two from Eric or Vicente, would 'fucking' Amanda instead of 'making love' quench her appetite for the men of her hungry cravings?

"I could try to change, Amanda," I offered. "At least enough to give you some of what you need. But what about the things I can't change? You know what I mean - things like Vicente's 'gift' in the box beside our bed. The only way I can give you anything like that is to take it out of the box."

Amanda seemed to soften. She leaned back in her chair, smiled at me, and took one final sip from her cup. Her blouse collapsed over her firm, round breasts, and I could see her nipples harden. I couldn't help imagining Vicente's hands inside her blouse, lifting and caressing her breasts, palming her erect nipples until her eyes drifted shut and his name escaped from her parted lips as she begged for yet another orgasm.

"I always wanted to believe that size doesn't matter, sweetie," she said, finally. "I really, really wanted to believe it. I've seen and played with penises of all sizes now, and if you honestly want to know, you are smaller than most men. But that doesn't mean I don't love seeing my husband get hard for me. Knowing you want to fuck me is a wonderful feeling. But I want you to understand that Eric's cock, and especially Vincente's, have changed my expectations of what sex can be. Eric is just a young, good-looking stud with a great body. I'd never consider a real relationship with him. But when I came with him, in those few moments, my eyes were opened, my world shaken. And yet, after that, Vicente made me see that Eric was only a passing fantasy - a hot young boy with a big cock. Vicente opened me up completely; he filled me and possessed me like no other man has. He gave me orgasms that carried me to new heights of delicious satisfaction. During those moments with him, all my memories of sex with others were erased - yes, even sex with you. It was as if during those few minutes, nothing else mattered - not you, or our life together, or whether I'd get to fuck anyone else ever again. So, it's not just the size of a man's cock that's changed me, it's the man who owns it as well. That's something you may be able to change if you try. Still, I doubt it will be easy for you. But know that I don't love him like I do you. It's the sex with him that I love."

~*~

I left for work more confused and concerned than ever. Amanda's description of her sex with Vicente was intimidating, even deflating. I told myself that her claim to still love me should calm my worries, but her confession about my size, and her doubts that I could escape my natural 'beta-ness' left me anxious and uncertain as I drove to the office. The scenes of Amanda and Vicente together played over and over in my head. I imagined his hands on her, everywhere, inside her top on her breasts, under her dress with his fingers inside her, there in the open where everyone would know he was fucking some poor, inadequate husband's wife - my wife. It was the joyous look on her face in the photos that haunted me. I knew she loved the sex with him, but she liked being with him; she looked dazzling and more alive than I had seen her in a long time. Still, maybe she was just living out a fantasy with her "dream man". Maybe...

Charles wanted to talk the minute I arrived. He was in an unusually good mood, ushered me into his office, and poured me a d r i n k. I waived it off - too early for me, but he insisted. "It's a very rare year. You don't expect me to pour it back in the bottle, do you?" he said, chuckling. "Come on sport, just this once. We're celebrating. d r i n k up."

"You're the boss, Charles. Exactly what are we celebrating?"

Charles poured himself a second and grinned at me. "We're celebrating your sweet little wife's natural abilities of persuasion. As Vicente put it, 'she gave it everything she had'. Well, I'm sure you know the details by now. To be honest, I wasn't sure she was up to the job. Yes, yes, I know she's a great fuck, but to sustain the kind of attention she gave him for weeks, well, that was really something. That a woman like Amanda could do that, a man's cute little wife who seems so innocent and devoted - no one but me would ever believe it. As it turns out, Amanda's made for this job. She's smart, and knows what men want. And of course, having a body like hers and enjoying showing it off always helps. That, and her neglected appetite for great cock.

"Anyway, the contract's signed and locked in for five years, with the extra options I asked for. Amanda's reward will show up later today in your joint account. I think you should let her spend it any way she wishes. She worked very hard for it - I'm proud of her, and I have several other projects that may require the 'attention' of a hot young wife like Amanda. She and I will discuss them later today. I'm still astonished at the changes she was willing to make for Vicente - I couldn't wait to fuck her myself when she got back."

"Amanda and I had a long talk this morning about her time with Vicente," I told him. "I guess I suspected what she'd have to do to get the contract, but I have no say about what she does for you. I don't exactly like having her gone so long, but I know she had a good time. I'm not sure she's ready for more of this kind of 'work' though. We assumed it would be a one-time thing."

Charles hovered the bottle over my empty glass. "Another? Consider it a job requirement today, sport." He wasn't satisfied until I gulped a second shot.

"Now, why don't we let Amanda decide what she's willing to do for me? I think maybe she enjoys her job more than you know. She'll be in later - we'll ask her."

With the scotch coursing through me, I decided it was time to bargain. "Those 'things' she does for you? I'd like the men's room blowjobs to stop. It's humiliating, and it affects my work. I can't look half the guys in the eye now, and the other half is waiting anxiously for my wife to suck their dicks. Can't we agree that it isn't wise here in the office?"

Charles frowned at me and shook his head. "Here's what you need to remember, sport. I own this company. And now I own you and Amanda. Amanda's never complained once, but here you are, whining like a little bitch about a few blowjobs. Just so you know, Amanda and I have talked about it during our friendly little office 'sessions' together. You do know she likes sucking them off, don't you? All those new cocks in her mouth, how she's intrigued with their size, and how she loves deciding exactly how and when to get them off? Maybe you should have the same talk with her before you embarrass yourself further. Get this through your head - Amanda loves sex, any kind of sex, in her pussy, ass or mouth. Now, just to make sure you remember that, tell me you understand."

I was stunned that Amanda had discussed her men's room visits with Charles before our talk. There was really nothing more I could say. I swallowed my pride, lowered my head, and did what he demanded.

"I'm sorry, Charles. It won't happen again. And yes, I understand Amanda loves all kinds of sex now, with all kinds of men. She'll do whatever the two of you agree on. I promise not to interfere again."

"Good boy," he said, smiling again. He poured me a third, double portion of his precious scotch, then sat back in his chair and eyed me with amusement as he gulped his third as well.

"I'm going to fuck her today, right here in my office," he promised. "Guessing where she'll want me to put my cock is an interesting game, and hearing her beg for it is always the highlight of my day. I hope it's her pussy today though. I wonder if everyone here knows she's full of my cum while she sways that cute little ass past them on those heels I bought her? But I'm sure you do, sport. In fact, I'll bet you're hard as a rock when she follows them into the men's room. I must admit, I'd love to see her on her knees in there with her mouth full of cock. Maybe I should put a camera in there so we could watch her together. I could keep the videos in my collection. But it's such a risk, you know? Having them leaked to the public? Showing the rest of the world the real Amanda?"

I left Charles's office slightly d r u n k and completely drained of any hope I had that I might negotiate Amanda's weekly 'duties'. As ashamed as I was that I was hard by the time I reached my office, the images of Amanda he painted refused to fade. How could I be her advocate when every degrading act she performed for Charles made me hard? Yet, Amanda didn't seem to mind at all; in fact, she claimed she enjoyed all of it, even blowing random men I worked with. Charles's words still rang in my ears - "I own this company. And now I own you and Amanda." I had to admit, he was right. He had caged me while I watched him turn my wife into his cock-hungry toy. I was powerless while Amanda had welcomed her place in Charles's world. Suddenly, sex was everything to her, and I was forbidden to have my dick anywhere near her. Worse yet, she didn't seem to mind at all.

I was flooded with IT requests, and falling further and further behind supporting Charles's obsession for upgrades and the newest, b l e e d i n g edge hardware. He told me early on at my first company party, "I have to have the best, and I can afford it, so you'll be very busy." He had turned to Amanda with his famous, lecherous grin and added, "With all the travel and long hours, I hope you can find ways to amuse yourself without him. But...", he continued, as he ran his eyes up and down over Amanda's body, "...I can see that won't be a problem." What had happened to Eric? I had been doing both my job and his for months. When I asked Charles, he had told me, "Unfortunately, Eric is no longer with us." Amanda hadn't seen him for some time, and when I had hesitantly asked if she missed him, she smiled at me for a few seconds, shrugged, and told me, "Just his cock." My stroll by his empty house, now for sale, told me he was gone for good. Although Charles had hinted at giving me Eric's position, he hadn't brought it up again and hadn't replaced him. At times he seemed to delight in applying more and more pressure to work me longer and harder while Amanda was thriving in her new position as what I, and no doubt others, saw as the "company slut".

I struggled to resolve my increasing nervousness; Charles had split Amanda into two entirely different women. During our private moments together, I still needed to see her as the sweet, innocent wife I had married, knowingly one pretty enough and just sexy enough to attract the advances of younger, hotter men like Eric. I was always aware that she enjoyed their attention and that she may have had secret fantasies of what may come of it, but knew she would never seriously consider playing out those fantasies. Then, soon after Charles's practiced seduction, she had become a shameless siren, a woman of wanton s u b m i s s i o n to the Alpha, hung men of her closely guarded dreams. As much as I hoped part of Amanda was still mine, I began to fear Charles owned even the remnant of the wife I had known and still loved. The stress at work and uncertainty about Amanda had me near my breaking point.

Amanda arrived at the office a little before noon, glancing here and there at the men who stared. She seemed to sway her hips a bit more than usual as she strolled past their desks and office doors, clearly enjoying the attention she knew she'd summon upon her arrival. Charles opened his office door when she knocked and greeted her with a long hug, one more intimate than I felt comfortable with as everyone watched. When he took her hand and walked her out to the open common area, I saw she was wearing Vicente's necklace. The glittering gold heart was nestled between her golden breasts, framed by the deep, open V of her blouse. I was certain there would be questions about the inscription, at least from those who didn't already know her pussy had been Vincente's reward for Charles's newest business transaction. What would I say if I was there beside her when they asked? I cringed when I imagined Amanda telling them, "It was a gift from Vicente while I was fucking him. Oh, don't worry - my husband approves, don't you, sweetie?"

Charles called everyone together, then praised Amanda for her part in "persuading" Vicente to accept the new additions to the contract. "You should all know that Amanda was largely responsible for the extra profits we'll see over the next five years," he boasted. "Vicente is a hard man to satisfy, especially when he suspects he's being taken advantage of. Amanda spent an entire month showing him the advantages of staying with our company, and she's proven herself to be a resourceful, loyal asset to us. I've arranged a little surprise celebration this afternoon, so step away from your work, enjoy the canapes and cocktails, congratulate her and get to know her."

There was quiet, polite applause throughout the room, and I saw a few of the men raise an eyebrow and smile at Charles's use of the word "resourceful". Amanda glowed with pride. He still held her hand, and I noticed her nipples harden beneath the thin blouse. I'm sure I wasn't alone. She was dazzling, in fact, unbearably mouthwatering.

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention the man behind our new treasure. Come on up here, sport. You deserve at least some of the credit."

The applause was scattered and tentative as I joined them at the center of his audience. I'm sure I was red with shame, and I was sure Charles was enjoying it. I felt Amanda's free hand clasp my own and give it a light squeeze.

"People, this is the guy who sacrificed a month of his marriage to this gorgeous creature. He allowed her to use her many charms for our benefit, far from their happy home. I'm sure it wasn't pleasant having her gone for so long, worrying about her in the hands of such a well-known connoisseur of such charming femininity. But now here she is, back home with us, just as bright and beautiful as ever, no worse for wear, right, sport?"

My eyes darted over the crowd, hoping I'd find at least a few coworkers who didn't recognize Charles's intentional double entendres. There were very few. No words would come to me, so I just tried to f o r c e a smile at Amanda and nodded. But the uneasy silence didn't bother Charles at all - in fact, I saw the corners of his mouth rise for a second before continuing.

"Just one more thing, before enjoying the rest of our celebration," Charles added. "Because of Amanda's sacrifice and hard work..." he paused and looked at Amanda. "It was very hard, wasn't it, Amanda?"

The fucking bastard. Of course "it" was hard, and "it" was inside my wife the entire time. I saw that Amanda knew right away what he meant, and imagined her juices had begun to wet the insides of her bare thighs at Charles's mere suggestion. Suddenly, I couldn't help picture Vicente's gift nestled in the mahogany box by our bed, and just as suddenly I began to feel my dick become more tightly imprisoned in the tiny cage. Fuck - would anyone notice?

Amanda looked up at him, grinned, and answered, "It was, very hard, but worth every second of my time there. But I just followed the instructions you gave me. They were perfect."

"Ahh, she's so modest. I'm sure your husband is as proud of you as I am. Anyway, what I was about to announce, is that each of you will find a ten percent bonus deposited in your account today. Be sure to thank Amanda as you get to know her today. You'll find she's as friendly and generous as she is beautiful."

The applause that followed was sudden and resounding; all eyes and smiles were directed at Amanda as she stepped into the welcoming crowd. After a few steps, she stopped suddenly, turned, and scurried back to my side.

"Charles wants to fuck me this afternoon," she whispered, close to my ear. "He told me to find out if you want to watch. It sounded like more of an order though..."

I stood and watched her disappear into the crowd, shaken, humiliated, and unable to move from where I stood. There were moments when I despised Charles more than ever. He had played Amanda's proud success against my helplessness and embarrassment in front of everyone, many of whom already knew or suspected I was Amanda's cuckold. He might as well have fucked her right there while everyone watched. I took a little food and several brightly colored shots of l i q u o r and retreated to my office.

"Well, well, well - there you are. Don't you want to come out and play?"

Juliet stood in the open doorway, hands on her hips, grinning at me. I hadn't seen her in the crowd; she had made a special effort to find me. I wondered if Charles had approved of her outfit there, or whether she had crashed the party unexpectedly. Her tiny black skirt barely hid her pussy as she stood there with her legs parted as far as the leather would allow. She had left the brief bolero jacket open in the front, exposing a tempting expanse of mountainous breasts as well as her bare, rippled midriff. I recognized the six-inch stilettos all too well.

"Don't worry, cage-boy, I didn't come here to see you. Still, I wouldn't mind another little play date, if you're ever up to it. On second thought, no, I've seen that little thing of yours. It's not worth the trouble."

"What do you want Juliet," I asked impatiently. "I don't have the time for your s h i t today - or ever, actually. I've talked to Charles about you. Why are you here?"

"Oooh, I'm so impressed you remember me," she teased. Her voice seethed with sarcasm and evil intent. "Don't be bitchy, cage-boy. I just wanted to help that pretty little slut of yours celebrate taking enough cock to earned Charles a tidy profit. Does she fuck you at all anymore, now that she's found a few hung men? I think I know the answer to that, cage-boy. But I have to tell you, she does have a deliciously yummy body. I wonder how good she is at eating pussy."

"Leave me alone, Juliet. And leave Amanda alone too. If I see you anywhere near her..."

"I get it, cage-boy. Watching gives you a hardon and then it makes you miserable after they're done with her. It's a shame though - I'll bet watching her eat my pussy would make you cum while you're still in your cage. Imagine that sweet face between my thighs, her hungry little tongue lapping at my drenched pussy - I'll bet you're hard already..."

"Just get the fuck out, Juliet. Go find someone who likes your sick little games. Amanda wouldn't touch you, much less have sex with you. You're poison, Juliet. Leave before I have Charles remove you. If you ruin his party, he'll be furious. On second thought, I'd love to see him drag you out by your hair."

She just shrugged her shoulders and turned to leave. "Just think about it, cage-boy," she said as she walked away. "Amanda would be such a tasty little morsel, and I'll bet I can make her cum, even if you can't."

I rose and went to the door of my office to see what she might be up to. I had to admit, Juliet's slim, statuesque body was a mesmerizing sight as she sauntered toward the crowd. She eyed everyone she passed like a cunning predator, and I knew I wouldn't be comfortable until she was gone. A shame such a beautiful woman had become the vessel of such a depraved, sick mind.

My pulse quickened when I saw her approach Amanda, introduce herself, then place the palm of her hand lightly on Amanda's cheek as they talked. Amanda's eyes widened at first, then seemed to welcome Juliet's affection, I imagined buoyed by the first woman there to offer her 'sincere' praise. Amanda hadn't complained about the cold reception from the women I worked with, but I was always aware of it. I was never quite sure if it was her looks, the obvious flirtations by Charles, or the rumors of why he had brought her on as his part-time 'consultant'. I guessed it was pure envy by some, and moral outrage by the rest. Still, it wasn't a secret that Charles had a history of 'sampling' the wives of his male employees. I wondered if he had put his cock in a few of my female coworkers as well. For all I knew, he had collected dirt on everyone who worked there, and Amanda and I were just two more pawns in his perverse games.

Finally, Charles saw mw watching them and took his cue from my worried expression. He joined them briefly, then took Juliet aside for a short, private conversation. From his stern expression, I hoped he was giving her a warning, at least one that prevented raining embarrassment on Amanda's congratulatory celebration. Juliet turned and left, but not before shooting me a quick, vengeful stare across the crowded room. Just what I needed - more drama, more stress, more worry that Amanda may be in for more than she bargained for.

I stayed in my office until Charles retrieved me. "You should be out there by her side," he told me. "In a way, you two were partners in this, even if you did just keep your mouth shut, stay the course, and let Vicente fuck her for a while. I doubt any other husband here could have weathered that. So, to show my appreciation, I'm promoting you to Eric's old position. I know it's overdue, but I needed to know you're all in after Amanda's return. You've never asked me for more money, but these days, you and Amanda are worth much more than I'm paying you. Nothing matters more to me than loyalty. Let's go out there and announce your promotion so you and Amanda can share the spotlight. You've earned it, sport. You've more than earned it."

Charles dragged me in front of everyone to make the announcement. Again, the applause was short-lived and scattered; by then my coworkers were much more interested in the delicious hordeurves and l i q u o r than my good fortune.

"I think everyone should know what a valuable couple I've found," Charles told me. "Find Amanda and spend some time with your coworkers here. I want you two to be an example of what success looks like, and the rewards it brings. They need to see you're a happy couple, in spite of some of those rather nasty rumors."

"But Charles, they know how 'happy' we are," I told him, letting my frustration show. "Amanda has been blowing some of the guys here for weeks now. I'm sure everyone suspects that she was fucking Vicente while she was gone. I'll look like a fool out there beside her, celebrating Vicente's use of my wife. They'll think I'm either an idiot, clueless and blind to her infidelity, or worse, that I get off on it. Either way I'm probably already the joke of the entire office."

"Why do you care, sport? You've already shown you're willing to do anything to keep Amanda, and that means maintaining your extravagent lifestyle. Amanda's no different. She's been so deprived that she'll do anything, anybody, to get the sex she's always wanted but never had. You're both in this up to your necks to get what you want, and I've been very generous with my compensation. It's time to suck it up, just this once, and take one for the team. They need to know that sacrifice and loyalty here are rewarded by advancement and wealth. Those who can't stomach that can leave. They shouldn't be here in the first place, but sometimes it takes me some time to see how 'cooperative' they'll be."

I knew what 'cooperative' meant to Charles. It meant an unsuspecting wife who is ripe for seduction, one who is incapable of resisting Charles's charm, promises, and ultimately, his huge cock. But he was right; Amanda and I had committed ourselves to playing his game. I couldn't see a way out, and at times I wasn't sure I wanted to.

I found Amanda in the crowd, she took my hand, and we braved the comments and questions of our coworkers with a troubling facade of innocence and graciousness. I was asked more than once, by both men and women, how I could have put Amanda in Vicente's hands, how I managed the loneliness and likely jealousy while she was with a known womanizer for over a month. Amanda stepped in, always with the same to answer, that I trusted her and wasn't the jealous type. She even admitted that she had been swept off her feet at first, but never lost track of was why she was there. "My job was to secure the final contract," she'd tell them, with utmost seriousness. "I did everything I could to accomplish that for Charles. Vicente's only human - I simply found a few of his weaknesses and exploited them. I'm sure he thinks he got the better deal, and I'm fine with that. The deal that's now on paper is all that really matters."

I had never been prouder of Amanda, or more impressed. She had convinced everyone we spoke to that there was more to her than just a pretty face and a killer body. Not a single guy hinted that she had 'rewarded' him in the men's room - not even a sly look or lingering stare between her breasts at the necklace engraved with Vicente's and Amanda's initials. I began to breathe easier, and to savor the warm, calming relief of Amanda's hand in mine. Everything was going to be just fine.

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The Key - 19

An hour after Charles had announced the surprise bonuses and my promotion to a slightly d r u n k e n group of coworkers, I had retreated to my office again while everyone fawned over Amanda. It was her day, her chance to show them she wasn't just a pretty wife riding her husband's coattails. It had all been fine until Aileen suddenly took an interest in Amanda's necklace. Aileen was a middle-aged looker. I imagined she had been irresistible to young, horny players ten years earlier, just as Amanda was now. Still, she had maintained her busty figure well, even as the fullness of her breasts and hips had increased a bit over their former generous proportions. Aileen had retained her long-standing reputation as a party girl, and as the workplace rumor monger. I watched her pluck the gold heart from between Amanda's cleavage and examine it more closely. Then came the slow, accusing stare, silently collecting one final bit of evidence that Amanda had been much more to Vicente than merely a seductive companion.

"So, what was he to you, really?" she asked, searching for the truth in Amanda's eyes. "You have to tell me," she whispered, leaning closer to Amanda's ear. "Is he as huge as they say? The rest of us may not be as lucky as you, but we can still dream..."

I don't know what Amanda told her - I fled to my office before she could answer. Amanda had looked at me with a mix of confusion and pity, as though she might ask me if it was okay to tell the woman more than I could bear to hear. I took it as my cue to leave them, and I did.

Back in my office, my monitor had come to life with another full screen parade of photos taken while Amanda was with Vicente. There was nothing too graphic, mostly the usual shots mixed with a few others I had never seen before showing Amanda and Vicente together as a couple. Vicente's hands were on her in every one, around her waist or planted on her firm little ass as they smiled into the camera. I cringed at one showing them kissing deeply like newlyweds. Amanda was on tiptoe, her body pressed against him with her arms draped around his neck. Another showed him cupping her breasts from behind, his hands placed confidently over a new silky blouse that showed off her luscious bare breasts beneath it there in public. Her smile was glorious. It sent a clear message to the camera that she loved his hands on her, and an imagined promise to me that she was wet for him. I was overcome with jealousy. In those moments, he certainly had 'taken' her from me; Amanda's eyes told me as much. Her loving gaze and welcoming smiles brazenly exposed and carelessly flaunted her obsession with him. I was certain the smoldering heat deep in her flat little belly must have drenched her pussy in those moments as she felt his large, strong hands paw and fondle her in full view of gawking onlookers.

Then came the photos I had never seen, the candids Vicente took of her in bed just before she woke, her bare ass and tanned legs exposed below the edge of a sweaty, wrinkled sheet. Then she was up on one elbow, grinning at him, her breasts standing firm and round above the rumpled trail of white that snaked along her naked body, finally clenched between her legs where the faint remains of cum and her juices pooled. The next showed her naked from the head to toe as she stood before the open shower, testing the sparkling spray of steamy water with a few outstretched fingers. Was she about to rinse away the lingering, thick strings of Vicente's semen as it oozed from her stretched and battered pussy? Finally, she was there on a balcony in the glaring sun, resting with her head back, her face raised into the mid-day heat. He stood behind her, reaching down to cup a bare breast with his hand. Her golden torso glistened with oil and sweat, and the zipper down the front of her tiny pair of shorts was open and parted. One of her hands lay lovingly over Vicente's while the other plunged deeply inside the open front of her shorts. Her mouth was fully open, her eyes closed, and her hips strained upward as she fingered herself. Was she in mid-orgasm? My imagination assured me she was.

The timing of the gut-wrenching slide show had to be Charles's doing. It was his typical game, promoting and praising me one minute, then bumping my anxiety to new levels the next. He already had his knife in me; now he had decided to twist it so I'd b l e e d a little. Charles knew the sight of a huge cock in Amanda no longer shocked me as it had long ago; he knew it was her unwavering s u b m i s s i o n to Vicente when he put his hands on her that fed my insecurity. I was convinced Vicente wasn't just a big cock to her, he was the 'man' of her longtime fantasies, one who had so obviously possessed her mind and body during her confessions to me in the past.

Charles gave me just enough time to sweat a little, then called me to his office. No one answered when I knocked, so I opened the door and found his outer office deserted. Just then he appeared from his inner, more private sanctum and waved me inside. Amanda stood by his huge desk, hands behind her back, staring at the carpet.

"I wanted some private time with both of you this afternoon," he said, looking up at me from his high-backed chair as though he was conducting yet another business meeting before the day's end. "I believe Amanda has something to tell you, sport."

I could see her nipples straining against the thin cotton blouse, and her breathing was deep and ragged. I wondered what had taken place minutes before Charles had summoned me.

"I need Charles to fuck me, sweetie," she said quietly, still staring at her feet. "Charles wants you to watch."

"Take off your clothes, sport," Charles ordered. "I want Amanda to take a good look at your tiny little penis before we begin, just as a brief reminder. Did you know Amanda's confessed to me that comparing my cock to your helpless little thing gets her sweet little pussy wet? I'd love to see that happen, right here in my office. So many of my best memories are made here. I'd like you to share one of them, one that will stay with you for as long as you're married to her. Try to remember each and every detail: your wife's rejection of your tiny, imprisoned penis, her excitement that accompanies having my cock in the same room with it, and her desperate hunger for your boss's cock, all of it only a few feet from where your coworkers are celebrating her infidelity. Listen to me sport. Take in every word. Memorize every curve of her body as she gives herself to me, the expression on her face as she welcomes my cock into her mouth, and finally, the sounds she makes when she cums while I pump my sperm into your wife's convulsing pussy. I assure you, none of this will ever leave you. You'll always be the watcher, never the man who can satisfy her."

I had no choice but to unzip my pants and take them off. The inner office door was closed, but not locked. I could hear the muffled sounds of the party through it, and glanced at Charles with concern.

"Does it worry you?" he asked, smiling. "That the someone out there might see what's between your legs? That they might point and snicker, finally certain of why Amanda was so 'taken' with Vicente? Honestly, I think that's old news around here. Just concentrate on what I expect from you. Strip, and hold your cage up so Amanda and I can get a better look."

Amanda stared as I finished undressing. I took the cage in my fingers, tugging outward, away from my body so she could see. I knew she would be reminded of my inability to please her; it wasn't much more than a small nub inside the metal bars. I should have been used to Charles's attempts to humiliate me in front of Amanda, but I couldn't help it - each time his assurance that I would never satisfy Amanda again blanketed me like a dark, inescapable shroud.

Amanda turned to look at Charles and reminded him, "I see it every day now Charles. I know exactly what's between his legs. I've known for a long time now. Yes, he's always been small, and now he's tiny. Is that what you want me to say?"

"Well, I was hoping for something a bit more biting from you, Amanda, but I suppose that will do. I just need to be sure even a brief thought of fucking him never enters your pretty little head."

She scowled at him. "Isn't that enough, Charles? That he knows he can't satisfy me? That he never has? Do you have to t o r t u r e him like this? He's given you everything you've wanted from him, and more. He slaves away here for you day and night, keeps your business running and your people paid. And he's stood by and watched you, Eric, and Vicente fuck me while he's tied to a chair in our own bedroom. But he's still my husband, Charles, even if there are things he can't do for me. If you really value what I do for you, you'll stop punishing him and just fuck me."

Charles looked stunned, but recovered in seconds with his usual arrogant grin.

"Well, sport, it appears I've created a monster here. But actually, I like that. She needs a set of balls to do her job, and now I know she has them. But let's get back to the finale of our little celebration, shall we? Strip your wife for me, then beg me to fuck her."

I searched Amanda's face for a hint of what I should do next.

"Go ahead, sweetie. Play your part for him," she told me, still glancing down at the cage as I held it between my fingers.

I could feel Charles's eyes on me as I unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. The zipper along her hip opened and allowed the tiny skirt to fall to her feet. When she stepped out of it, I stared at the heels, secured to her delicate feet with narrow, black straps that circled her ankles and wound upward several turns like bindings over her ivory skin.

"Don't touch the shoes, sport," he ordered. "I bought them for just such an occasion. There's something about a naked woman in heat wearing only her favorite, sexy heels. I can almost taste the desperation wafting off her skin into the air between us. It's those pheromones, you know, that carry the message, that she'll do anything to satisfy her overwhelming hunger for cock."

Time seemed to stand still in the room, the air heavy with Charles's stifling arrogance mixed with Amanda's overwhelming, raw desire. Charles watched us quietly in his familiar predatory way. I wondered what he expected next, and also feared that someone might open the door and find us like that. Was that part of Charles's plan? Throwing a little chum in the waters to keep the rumors alive? I began to wonder who would be the first to enter unexpectedly and get a long look at a naked Amanda in her hooker shoes while I stood by helplessly holding my tiny cage. I was sweating, shaking, overwhelmed with the kind of tension only Charles could create.

"I'm waiting, sport," he said, finally.

"Waiting for what?" I asked.

Amanda looked over at me and nodded. Her nipples had turned dark crimson and had hardened to tiny fingers, begging to be touched.

"For what I asked," he said, as his eyes bored into me. "Beg."

Obeying was something Charles demanded, and got off on. In a way, it had become part of my job and our future.

"Please, Charles," I said softly, hoping Amanda would know I was helpless to refuse. "Will you fuck Amanda now? Please?"

He rose from his chair and went to her, ran a single finger over her body from neck to crotch, then buried it slowly in her pussy. I saw her tremble, then heard an almost undetectable moan for a second before she was able to quickly silence it.

"Tell me where and how," he ordered. "You heard my instructions - now follow them."

I glanced at Amanda, and she nodded again. "Do it, sweetie. Do whatever he wants."

I hadn't been able to get the words out, even after I tried to decide if there was a less humiliating way to say it. There wasn't. Finally, I did.

"Please, Charles - fuck Amanda's pussy, here in your office, while I watch. Please give her what she needs from you."

"But do you want that, sport? You don't sound very convincing. I do understand though. Begging your boss to fuck your wife is just so, I guess 'pathetic' is the word I'm looking for. Are you pathetic, sport? Unable to satisfy her yourself? So you give her to men with the kind of cocks that can?"

Amanda's eyes were closed, her head back, her breathing deep and slow. She hissed the words. "Get on with it, Charles - are you going to fuck me or not? Isn't it enough that he watches? Leave him alone and fuck me!"

"Well, sport, it seems your pretty little wife has bigger balls then you do. So, just stand over there and watch me give her what she wants. You do enjoy that, don't you? I'm sure I remember you do."

Charles moved the oversized chair from behind his desk to a nearby window. The blinds were closed, and he opened them so narrow shafts of late afternoon light poured into the room. I watched him open the fly of his pants as he stood before us.

"Take it out, Amanda," he ordered. "Your husband may need to be reminded of why you were so easy that very first night we met. In fact, doing it on your knees would be more appropriate - a fitting display to remind him that you've surrendered yourself to me completely."

Amanda lowered herself to the carpet, pushed her hand into the opening, and worked his immense, hardening cock free into the light. Charles was right. It sent me back to Amanda's seduction by him, the night I watched the beginnings of her gradual descent into his practiced grasp and knew I was helpless to interfere. I remembered the initial sick, twisting in my gut, the moment of indecision and fear the first time he put his hands on her, and then her dazzling smile as she fell under his spell.

"I know, Amanda," he told her. "It's so unfair. It's left you needy and wanting, married to a man who can't satisfy you. You'd do anything to have a husband with a cock like mine, wouldn't you?"

She held his thick, veiny shaft in both hands, squeezing it lightly until the first drop of precum appeared at the tip. Then suddenly, she turned to look at me for just a second before returning her upward gaze to Charles. Was her brief, unspoken message to me a look of pity, or an apology?

"Yes, Charles, I'd do anything for that. But I can still get what I need from men like you. He's accepted that by now."

She captured the head of his cock in her mouth and closed her lips around it. I could see fleeting signs that she was caressing the glans with her tongue, swirling over its hard, sensitive surface in slow, determined circles. He closed his eyes and moaned, stroking her face and hair with both hands.

When Charles began to thrust more deeply into her mouth, she let him in, controlling his urgent speed and depth with a clenched hand around the base of his cock. Her first moan was quiet and fragile, as though she might try to hide it from me. But soon the noises she made became louder, along with the wet slurping sounds each time she gasped for air. She attacked the thick, rigid column of flesh as though her hunger for it consumed her. I was never more certain that she didn't care that I watched her devour him, and I suspected that my eyes on her made her wetter for him than if they had been alone. I had to admit that the scene summoned one of my fantasies, my naked wife on her knees, servicing my boss, willingly, hungrily. Then, as I felt the bars of my cage tighten against the feeble erection it allowed, I gave in to all of it, wanting more than anything to stroke myself until I found relief. Amanda's naked beauty and unrestrained addiction for Charles's cock began to push my anxiety aside, replacing it with raw excitement.

To my surprise, Charles took her face in his hands and gently pushed her away. I thought I had remembered how huge his cock seemed the first time I had seen it, but now it seemed even more immense and frightening. It stood rigid and upright, glowing in a beam of light from the window, menacingly angry and pulsing, gleaming with Amanda's drool. In an instant I understood once again why Amanda had been completely taken by it, and how insignificant mine was in comparison. If Charles's intent was to make me feel inferior and useless, he no longer needed words to do it.

"Tell your husband how desperate you are for my cock, Amanda," Charles commanded.

"He knows, Charles," she assured him. "I've told him more than once what I need, and that my body belongs to you, every inch of it. But if you insist..."

Amanda looked at me as she continued.

"You know how much I need his cock, don't you, sweetie? And you know why - that it fills me and makes me cum like I've always wanted?"

I truly believed that he owned her, that she would do whatever he wanted. It was seeing my wife on her knees between his legs, greedily sucking him, mesmerized by a cock that put mine to shame, and finally her look of complete s u b m i s s i o n to him that left no doubt in my mind. And yet, she was still so beautiful, even while so yielding and naked at another man's feet. I felt my dick grow as much as the cage would allow as I continued to stretch it outward as Charles had ordered.

"I know, Amanda," I told her as I stood naked before them. "He gives you what I can't. I have to accept that your body belongs to him now. And I have - I really have. I want you to have whatever you need to be happy."

"I believe you, sport," Charles said, grinning at me. "But what is it that makes you truly believe I own her now? Maybe it's easier for you to have me fill her ass with sperm than to see me flood her fertile, young pussy with it. Do you think about all that semen in her, all that sperm swimming around inside her? The possibilities must be horrifying to you. A loving husband's pretty young wife willingly impregnated by his boss, or maybe even one of his clients? Caring for her while it grows inside her? Raising a ***** that everyone knows is the result of your wife's eager surrender to better men, sometimes merely for financial gain? How terribly humiliating for you..."

"She's using protection," I spat at him. "She's been taking birth control pills for over a year now, ever since you started to..."

"No birth control is perfect, and are you sure she hasn't skipped a pill here and there, maybe when she was with Vicente, the 'man of her dreams'? You aren't really sure whether she was 'protected' all the time she was with Vicente, are you?" he asked, grinning. "Maybe you should ask her, just to be absolutely certain."

When I looked at Amanda, she knew my question without hearing a word. When she didn't answer right away, I felt sick.

"I - I did think about it when Vicente and I were together, sweetie," she told me, reluctantly. "We were together so long it was like we were a couple. I just - just couldn't control myself when I was with him. You know what kind of man he is, he's what every woman wants - a wealthy, powerful, sex machine.

"I know, you tried so hard in the past, even after the doctor found your sperm were terribly weak. He told us there was still a chance - just not a very promising one. It would have been so easy to get pregnant - Vicente and I fucked so often, at least several times a day. One night, after too much wine at dinner, I confessed that I fantasized about having his baby. He was fine with it, in fact it appealed to his ego, as long as I'd sign papers that allowed him to remain anonymous and excused him of all financial responsibilities.

"After that, when I thought I'd finally be coming home soon, I'd miss a pill for a day or two, hoping you and he would never know who the real f a t h e r was; then I'd come to my senses and start taking the pills again. I never knew how long I'd have to stay with him. There was never a way to make sure the timing was right. And then, after I came back to you, I was relieved that I hadn't deceived you. I don't love him; I never did. I'm just not myself when I'm in his hands."

Charles listened with his familiar grin as though he already suspected as much. "It wouldn't be the first time for him, and yes, it does feed his rather large ego knowing he can sire a c h i l d to a woman whose fantasies get the best of her, then freely walk away to his next conquest. But now I'm curious - do you have the same fantasies about me, Amanda? Have you happened to skip any pills lately?"

Amanda glared at him, then turned to face him.

"If and when I have a baby, it will be my husband's, not yours! I've done everything you want, but I won't have your c h i l d ! No - I haven't skipped any pills lately, Charles. So it's never going to happen."

It was a bizarre sight, watching Amanda's fury as she took a step toward him and ranted, completely naked. It was far from the submissive character I had seen in her just minutes before, and aside from the shock, it gave me a trickle of hope.

"Well, I just thought your husband should know in advance this time, Amanda," Charles teased. "Truth be told, I have no interest in knocking you up. I need you just the way you are, your hot little body horny and hungry for a few of my special clients. My one personal interest remains using that delicious body for my own pleasure. And that's just what I'm about to do."

Charles wheeled his chair to within a few feet of me, then stripped off his pants and underwear. He sat again, the giant stalk of flesh jutting upward and pulsing between his legs.

"Come, Amanda. Sit. We don't want to spare your husband a second of this, and he needs a good view. Try to imagine he might learn something."

She went to him, swaying her hips, then leaned over him where he sat and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her face was inches from his, her 'fuck me' stare unmistakable.

"Is this what you want, Charles?" she asked as she straddled him, positioning herself an inch above his raging erection.

The way she spoke to him, the sultry tone of her voice and her naked body draped over Charles was the kind of seduction I knew he wanted from her, but as often as I had seen it, it still made me uneasy. I wanted to believe she submitted to him under duress, but the way she fell into his hands repeatedly told me a much different story. As she bent over him, I could see her pussy open and glisten, and she began to talk about me as though I wasn't even there.

"You know he can't do what you do to me," she breathed into his ear. "You love hearing me say it, don't you, Charles? You know he was always too small, and now he's locked in his cage, too tiny to try. You know he's useless to me in bed, Charles. He always was. So please, give me what I need."

Charles raised his hands to her breasts and began to milk them. "You always surprise me, Amanda," he admitted as he fondled her. "Just when I worry that part of you is still the same devoted wife in that pretty little dress the night we first met, you abandon your husband for ten inches of cock. Your eyes said it all that night, Amanda, the very first second they met mine. The frustration and unquenched hunger seemed to boil out of you, smoldering in those wide green eyes, then emptying into me like a cry for help. You've become such a little slut, but you're the smartest little slut I've ever met."

I expected her to object, but she was silent, her pussy less than an inch from his bulbous cockhead. I'd have to watch her lower herself onto him and take the entire length of it inside her, stretching her, reaching places in her belly I could never hope to go. After all this time, it was still a v i o l a t i o n of my wife, yet I could feel my dick push against the bars of my cage. It turned me inside out - why did the penetration, his ownership of my wife's body, excite me? I had never felt more helpless, more unable to give Amanda what she needed. Maybe she deserved Charles's cock.

"Come closer, sport," Charles ordered. "I think you've earned the opportunity redeem yourself, at least in part. Kneel here between my legs. Close your hand around my cock and pump it a bit. Make it harder for Amanda. Don't be shy - it doesn't mean you're gay. It means you'll gladly do what I tell you - anything I tell you. Amanda's become so good at obeying - you just need a little practice. Consider it a job requirement."

It was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock. My gut churned when I couldn't fully close my hand around it. Suddenly the size and power of it was all too real. The way it had filled Amanda's belly was real, and my place there among the three of us was real. The heat of it warmed my hand, and I could feel the ***** pulse through the engorged veins running the entire length of it. I had always considered it an object, one that simply supplied the satisfaction Amanda craved. Now it was a threatening, living thing, flaunting its size and potency in my hand, possibly taking my wife's pussy from me forever.

"For fuck's sake, sport! Give it a few pumps! Have you forgotten how to jerk off?"

I wasn't myself anymore. My hand moved as though it had been programmed to please him. How could I do this? His cock seemed to grow even thicker as I moved my hand along it. When I squeezed to try to encircle it, another glistening drop of precum appeared at the tip, then flowed down over my hand, lubricating the thick stalk of meat where I masturbated him.

"I know what you're thinking, sport," he told me as I worked. "You wish it was yours, don't you? You wish you could please your wife like I do. You wish you were half the man I am. Well, Amanda wishes that too, don't you, my little slut?"

"Yesss!" I heard her whisper in his ear. "More than anything - God, if only..."

Charles chuckled. His hands roamed over her body, teasing her nipples, caressing her flat belly, then retreating, leaving her moaning for more.

"Do you want your husband to put my cock in you, Amanda?" he asked. "Do you want him to make me cum in you?"

She didn't hesitate, even for a second.

"Yesss!"

"I don't think she wants you to wait any longer, sport. Just put the head in - I'll do the rest. But keep pumping it. She'll get more than enough cock, even with your hand around it."

I imagined seeing myself there, caged, on my knees, caving to Charles's will minute after minute, a mere slave to him and Amanda as I helped them fuck. How could I put this immense cock in my wife? How could I play this final, humiliating part as Amanda's useless husband and Charles's indentured servant? I froze, unable to go on.

"I can sense the fear in you, sport," he told me. "Touching it for the first time, knowing how much your pretty little wife wants a cock that puts yours to shame, then actually surrendering her pussy to it by your own hand. She wants this; telling yourself she doesn't is simply futile denial. See for yourself, if you must. Touch her clit. Just one light stroke with a fingertip of your free hand. She'll let you know..."

My finger went to the juicy V where her labia parted and touched the turgid rise of her clit, then moved softly over the length of it, just once. Liquid poured from her, soaking my finger by the time I removed it. Her sudden moan was haunting - low pitched, drawn out, and loud enough to echo off the office walls. Everyone outside his office must have heard her.

Then came her frantic, murmured pleading.

"Please please please do it do it do it sweetie what he says whatever he says I need it I need it please please please..."

I had never seen her so desperate. She was no longer the Amanda I knew at all. My resistance collapsed, and I saw her not as my wife, but as Charles's possession, his plaything. There was nothing left to do except obey, to give her what she wanted.

Amanda lowered herself slowly while I used two fingers to open her slippery cuntlips. I could hear her soft moaning as I positioned his cock at the opening and felt her take it inside, inch after inch, until her juices wetted my hand. She was uttering the same words over and over, too softly to make out at first, and then loud enough for me to hear.

"Give me his cock, sweetie. Give it to me. Give me all of it. Yesss - that's it. Thank you, sweetie. Thank you for finally giving me the cock I need. Oh my God it feels so fucking good..."

I'm not sure how long she rose and fell on his cock as I clenched the base of it, pumping it, following her soaking pussy as it swallowed and released it. Amanda had let her head fall onto Charles's shoulder as she fucked him, still moaning softly, now and then whispering in his ear. "So fucking good Charles - so good - better than him - better than my husband - fuck me, Charles - fuck me forever Charles - I want your cock forever..."

I was an empty shell, completely numb, just a hand jacking my boss into my wife's hungry pussy. It was as if he had taken her from me completely, overwhelming her sense of fidelity and decency as effortlessly as he had planted the seeds of corruption that first night they met. And yet, I could feel the weight of my cage dangling between my legs, and then the wet strings of precum that leaked constantly through the bars of the cage, dropping to the carpet beneath me.

His cock jerked and convulsed inside my fist as he came, pumping his seed into Amanda, delivering his final insult. It seemed to trigger her orgasm as well, and I could feel her body tense and shudder as she clutched him and moaned. I don't know why I tightened my grip as his cock pulsated in my grasp, but something made me jerk him faster and harder. Then I realized it was Amanda's pleading, her begging me to "fill me with his cum sweetie, please, please, make him fill me..."

As waves of his semen began to flow out of her over my hand, suddenly the horror of what Charles had said returned to me. "No birth control is perfect, and are you sure she hasn't skipped a pill here and there?" I imagined her full of his wriggling sperm, her cervix in little spasms as she came, dipping repeatedly into an ever-increasing pool of his cum. I gasped and pulled my hand away, but not before they both finally lay still in afterglow. Amanda looked so small and fragile on his lap as he continued to caress her perfect ass with both hands. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, holding her there, until the last few remnants of his semen escaped, timed with the quivering contractions of Amanda's belly.

"Tell me, sport," Charles said, finally. "Admit that made your little nub hard. Admit you loved giving Amanda what she needed. Amanda and I both need to hear it."

I was still on my knees a few feet away. I stared at Amanda's leaking pussy, still filled with most of his cock. I couldn't understand why his erection didn't subside - it was still nearly as hard as it had been when I first guided it inside her, the girth still stretching her opening to its fullest. She was breathing deeply, almost gasping, even as he was no longer moving into her. Suddenly. I heard her moan quietly and saw her body quiver as she
f o r c e d her hips down onto his cock, taking its full length inside her.

"That's right, sport," Charles told me. "She usually cums at least twice just waiting for more. You see, it's the fullness that gets to her, the presence of a cock that she never felt with you. All I have to do is wait, and she'll have orgasm after orgasm long after I stop fucking her. She told me a long time ago it's my ability to stay hard in her that she loves. It's my 'special talent' that possesses her for as long as I'm in her."

Amanda's body seemed to deflate after her second orgasm. She collapsed against him, shivering and gasping. "Oh God, Charles," I heard her whisper. "I love your fucking cock. I love it so much..."

I stood and backed away, unable to take my eyes off Amanda's perfect body there, now calm and snuggled against him. His cock had stopped stroking her, but it still pulsed in regular intervals, inflating slightly as the turgid veins along its side throbbed relentlessly. His semen leaked from her more slowly but continued to ooze from her clutching pussy. The amount of cum he left in her must have been enormous, and again I panicked, afraid he might actually impregnate her in spite of Amanda's precautions.

"Just look at you, sport," Charles told me. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that. You're soaked with your own precum. Don't claim Amanda only rides my cock to save your job now. She craves this - from me and Vicente - from men who can fill her needs and make her cum like you never have. Admit it, sport - you have no rights to her body anymore. I own her. If you don't believe me, just ask Amanda. Go on, I insist. Ask her!"

I could see her body shiver as she squirmed on his lap, still impaled on his relentless erection. Quiet little sounds escaped from her, not moans exactly, but a kind of soft murmur that repeated over and over as she clenched her pussy around him. It was as if she was having tiny orgasms, one after another, just consuming enough to allow her body to show the almost imperceptible signs of how they surged through her.

"Amanda?" I asked quietly. She gave no sign that she heard me. "Please, Amanda?" I asked again. Finally, she raised her head and turned her face to look at me.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Did you hear him? Is he right? Does he own you? Are you still my wife?"

"Yesss!" she hissed. "He owns me. All of my body. Inside and out. Every inch of me. He does, sweetie. He does. You know he does. And he owns you too. But I'm still your wife. All you have to do is do what you're told. You have to give my body to him, totally. And whatever is left of me, sweetie, is yours."

"So, there's your answer, sport. The only thing I need now is hearing it from you. Do I own you and Amanda?"

I was shaking, naked there in front of them, my cage painfully full of whatever hardon I could manage inside it. My sticky precum still fell in slow, viscous strings to the carpet beneath me. Although his arrogant taunting sickened me, Amanda's s u b m i s s i o n and the sight of her body so hungry for more of his cock had me hard. I couldn't control it. I didn't want it. But seeing her so satisfied, even by a monster like Charles, excited me for some perverted reason. I couldn't help imagining how far up inside her he was, how the unrelenting girth of his cock stretched and filled her like I never would, even with my best, my biggest and hardest erections. There was no way to deny it.

"You own us, Charles. You own my wife's body, and you own me for letting you have her. I can't do what you do to her - I never could and never will. But please, Charles - don't take all of her from me. Let me have what you leave behind - her love and affection. Let us stay together - I'll give her body to you, all of it. It's what she wants. Just let me have what's left each time you're done with her. Please?"

I heard him chuckle, then Amanda's breathless, halting answer.

"Thank you, sweetie. The three of us can make this work - now I'm sure of it."

Yay a new one! Hot as usually @Don Jetman!

WOW!

I agree absolutely. amazing, so amazing again
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Is there a next chapter planned?
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Don Jetman

Again thank you for sharing such an amazing story with us.
My little nubbin is sore from the rubbin!

Work intervened this week, but I'm about half way through the next chapter this weekend. Thanks for all the encouragement, and your patience, guys. I'll get the next one posted ASAP.

Don