The Key

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

The Key - 20


The next morning at breakfast Amanda surprised me by appearing in a new outfit Charles had likely provided for her. She was unusually quiet as we sipped our coffee across from each other at the table. I watched her pick at the breakfast I had prepared, a thick omelet filled with green peppers, shredded ham, black olives and feta cheese. It was her favorite recipe, but I could see her mind was a million miles away.

"Something wrong with my breakfast?" I asked, eyeing her fork as it poked and prodded the fluffy, yellow remains on her plate. She looked up at me suddenly, as though she hadn't been aware of her surroundings.

"Oh, um, no, sweetie. It's delicious, as always. Thank you for being so thoughtful. I just overslept this morning, and I'm still a little groggy."

She left it at that, and went back to her private thoughts.

"A new outfit?" I asked carefully, after a few minutes' pause." I've never seen you wear it. You're not going in to the office today?"

"It's, um, something Charles thinks might help the business," she answered without looking up. "Not really something I'd chose to wear. But, it's what he wants - you know..."

This time the white blouse was tied above her waist showing a generous expanse of bare, flat belly. The knot cinched her breasts upward into the open V of the translucent material, exposing most of the firm flesh while barely covering her nipples. I had seen the short, pink skater's skirt when she first entered our breakfast nook, and tried not to stare. The sharp pleats began to flare at her hips, barely covering the round curves of her ass. It was held in place at her waist with an elastic band that inched a bit lower with each sway of her hips. Glimpses under it as she turned, hinted she wore very little or nothing underneath it.

"So, you're going to the office today like that? In your new outfit?" I asked, gently.

Amanda looked up at me and wrinkled her brow. "I told you it's not something I'd pick," she said, coolly. "It's, well, that I'm meeting a new client today, and Charles knows he has this thing for..."

She stopped mid-sentence, glancing down at the table again.

"It's just that I've never seen you wear bright pink anything," I explained. "And the top is pretty revealing for the office," I added.

After another long pause, Amanda told me, "The guy has this Barbie doll fetish - he likes women dressed like this - in pink, with lots of boobs showing. It's just today, for my first meeting with him. I'd be too embarrassed to wear it anywhere else. I know, I look like a bimbo. And now all the men at work will be after me with a vengeance. Sometimes I'm not sure all this is worth it. It was fun for a while. Now it's as though Charles tries to invent new ways to humiliate me. And then there's the way you look at me - like I'm gone over the edge, like I'm just what I look like today. But we have no choice now do we?"

I was stunned at her attitude after her performance at the office the day before. So, there were limits to what she'd accept in her new position. But I had seen my limits crushed and tossed aside long ago by Charles. I was surprised that Amanda only just now felt Charles's demanding, satyric grip on her and finally responded with uneasy reluctance.

"We haven't had a choice for a while now, Amanda. It's what Charles does. He draws people in, gives them that one special thing they've always wanted, then demands the kind of payment they never thought they'd agree to. For me, it was my dream job, and the money that went with it. The price I had to pay was surrendering your body to him, unconditionally. But like you said, I really had no choice after I took the bait."

Amanda still couldn't look at me. "And now it's my turn to pay," she said quietly. "I just never thought sex was the thing that would put me in the hands of someone like Charles. I suppose I buried my frustration for so many years - I should have been honest with you. Maybe we could have done something about it - I don't know what. Maybe I should have taken a lover, someone who could have given me what I needed. Maybe you would have been excited by that like I see you are now, only we'd have control. We'd have our lives back. And, well, the sex could still be better for both of us."

"It would have been unthinkable for me to let you have a lover back then, Amanda. Even if you were honest with me, even if I knew I wasn't equipped to satisfy you, I can't imagine watching you with another man before this thing with Charles. But you and I both know by now there's something about me, an undiscovered submissiveness that makes your infidelity erotic. I may never have known I could bear it before I was ****** to accept it. It's crazy, but watching a powerfully built man with a huge penis take you in front of me lights a fire in me; it makes me hard, and conjures fantasies of our ********** to him. Maybe it's why I could never be the 'Alpha Male' you've always wanted. Maybe I'm meant to watch you cum on another man's cock."

We sat in silence for a while, trying to assemble a puzzle using pieces we should have shared long ago. Inevitably it was our future that was at stake, although one that no longer included Charles seemed impossible. Even if we found an escape, was Amanda too irredeemably addicted to Charles's cock, or any cock that finally quenched her frustrations?

"I'll be in later," she told me, finally. "When I get there, try not to stare at me, please? I know the other men will, but at least I'll know my husband isn't."

"He'll want you to have sex with this new client, won't he?" I asked painfully, knowing Charles all too well.

"I've never met him. I have no idea who he is or what he looks like. I don't know whether it's part of Charles's plan this time or not. I hoped I had proved I could do this, and that there might be a chance to learn the business and manage my own pool of clients using my head, not my body. But look at me. We both know what Charles has planned. And now I see the way you look at me, like there's this reluctant fantasy growing inside you - the one where Amanda craves his huge cock."

"I - I was more concerned that you're unhappy, Amanda, that you're filled with regret," I explained, trying my best to salvage the morning.

"But you're hard, aren't you?" she said accusingly. Her eyes now locked on mine. "Seeing me in my Barbie outfit makes you hard, doesn't it? Just like it will for Charles's new client. Just like it will for all the men at the office when they see me. It's what I am now. Barbie Amanda. Just wind me up, watch me suck his cock, and close the contract."

I couldn't decide if her temper was about to boil over, or whether her glassy eyes just barely held back tears of frustration and defeat.

"We both do what we have to do these days, Amanda, if you still want to live the way we live - the house, the cars, the vacations, and the extravagant bonuses Charles showers on us each time we show how loyal we are to him. Would you want to give all that up? Charles would probably make sure I never work again if we walk away. We'd have to start over - go back to the tough times we had when we were first married. And then there's..."

I stopped myself before I assured her that the sex she craved with the men Charles provided would vanish into thin air. I was sure that she didn't need reminded, especially in her present mood. But as usual, she read my mind.

"You don't have to say it," she told me, looking down at her half-eaten breakfast again. "It's the one thing that got us into this, the one thing I can't resist. The sex is like a **** now, sweetie. Not just the sex, but sex with, well, 'those' kinds of men. I've wanted it for so long, and I'm not sure if I could give it up now."

I heard her voice soften and crack as she spoke. It was the first time I recognized true remorse in her, and it made me want to comfort her at any cost.

After a long pause, I offered an answer. "If we walked away, you could still have that kind of sex if you needed it, Amanda. I mean, I - I could look the other way if you found someone..."

She looked up at me suddenly, her eyes fierce with intent. "I couldn't! I just couldn't! I thought you understood by now - I don't just want your 'permission' to fuck around. That isn't it at all! Do you still not understand? After everything you know? Everything you've seen? It's not just sex - it's sex with men who satisfy my nagging obsessions, something you can't possibly do. It's men who 'own' me, men who 'handle' me, men who are so sure of who they are that they take my body and make it theirs. And they're men of, well, 'size'. I don't even know why I'm using words like that with you. You know what I mean. I might as well say it. They're men with huge cocks, sweetie. Every single one of them. Men who stretch me, and fill me, and make me cum over and over and over. Who's going to find me men like that if we leave? You? My own husband, pimping for me? God, just the thought of it makes me nauseous! If I could go back to that first night Charles put his hands on me, and I resisted, maybe a decent man with his 'abilities' would have come along, eventually. Maybe you'd even have accepted me taking a lover, eventually. Maybe we could have been happy that way. But it's too late for that. He owns us now."

She looked away a second after she vented, sniffed, and quickly brushed a tear from her cheek. I had no answers for her. The blame wasn't completely hers. I hadn't given her what she needed in bed for years. I hadn't even seen her frustration or noticed the absence of fire in her body when we made love. Now I understood we that had never 'fucked' like she and Vicente had. She had never given her body to me as completely as she had Charles. She had never let her inhibitions crash and burn the way they had when she first saw the size and ferocity of Eric's cock from our bedroom window. Still, there would have been time, a way to let me know before keeping her secret for our entire married life together. But how would I have accepted it? Probably not well.

Amanda stood, carried her dish to the sink, then turned toward me again with a sudden twirl. The tiny skirt lifted for a second, long enough to show me her freshly shaved slit. She managed a crooked smile as she spread her arms and posed, a reluctant model in clothes that offered others much more than she wished to give.

"Well, this is who I am now, sweetie. This is what everyone you work with will see today. Yesterday the star negotiator, today everyone's bimbo. We're stuck here, so I'll play my part, even if it's a sex puppet with Charles pulling the strings."

In spite of her appearance, every word was laced with pain and regret. It was the first time I had pitied her, standing helplessly before me in her tiny pink outfit. Then, as she turned to leave, the skirt flared again, exposing the plump lips of her sex from behind. Thoughts of her new client's cock prying open and filling the freshly shaved pussy rose up through the dark veil of shame and pity like a foreboding, penetrating mist, igniting the fires that pushed my erection painfully against the confining cage.


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All was quiet when I arrived at work. I had shifted my hours so I'd be in my office before many others arrived so Charles's photos and videos of Amanda wouldn't be seen by an unexpected intruder stopping by to chat. My queue of requests and updates to our systems had multiplied practically overnight, and I was glad to have some quiet time to work. Charles seemed to have spared me the indignities of Amanda's past; for once my sprawling spreadsheets weren't overlaid with a constant parade of her exploits in the upper corner of my screen.

As the outer office began to fill with stragglers, I couldn't help dread what the day would bring. Amanda would turn heads in her bimbo outfit, and I'd try not to stare as the men I worked with fantasized what it would be like to fuck her. No small number of eyes would be on me as well, the known cuckold husband of Charles's favorite pet. Rumors had spread about Amanda and Vicente, and they weren't all congratulatory. The women were particularly nasty, embellishing Amanda's time with Vicente, inventing more perversions each time a rumor was passed on. The office rift between the men and women was palpable; it was common to see the scathing looks given to the men as they ogled Amanda. I was sure the internal conflict meant less time spent making him money and wondered how long he'd allow it might continue. Then I remembered Amanda's real value to him - the use of her perfect body to secure new clients, in addition to massaging his massive ego and stroking the carnality within it. Although the pay was beyond anything even closely related to the job at hand, anyone could and would be fired in an instant, for little to no legitimate reason. If you became an irritant, or more importantly, an obstacle to profit, you disappeared and another of Charles's carefully selected victims would be waiting to take your place. Everything was a game to Charles. I knew how it was played. Winning was everything to him, whether it was milking a new client, or making a man's wife his obedient plaything.

Amanda arrived mid-morning. Her stride was determined and hurried as she passed rows of cubicles, finally disappearing inside Charles's office. I could see her glance from side to side, hoping the others would neglect to see her in her new clothes. Most still stared, the men smiling, the women rolling their eyes with disbelief.

I couldn't help imagine Amanda on her knees within minutes with Charles's cock in her mouth. I knew she couldn't resist his requests or his cock, but wondered whether the shame of her new bimbo outfit now outweighed her usual compliance. The image of her in her new clothes, on her knees serving him, made me aware of the growing discomfort inside my cage. It surprised me; I had the utmost sympathy for Amanda's embarrassing public display, but her perfect, petite body, one I no longer had access to, ignited my own
t o r t u r e d desire for her.

Later in the morning one of Charles's secretaries led two men to his office. The older looked to be in his later sixties or early seventies and his companion thirty years younger. Charles had mentioned a promising new account with a company that was run by a very wealthy but eccentric recluse, one who rarely showed his face in public. The guy looked frail and unsteady, helped along by the tall, beefy guy whose suit looked a size too small for muscular bulk within it.

I went back to work knowing, and mostly relieved, that Amanda wouldn't be on her knees all morning. I did worry me that Charles wanted her there when they met. What would she have to do to secure another contract for him? Would a ton of Viagra be enough to let the old guy fuck her? He looked like that may do him in.

I watched them exit Charles's office a short time later. They stopped at my office door, and Charles introduced the old man as Victor Waltz. His attitude was officious and intimidating. Staring into his steely blue eyes was even a bit frightening.

"Victor, this is Amanda's very lucky husband," Charles began. "Although Amanda will be handling your account, her husband is my finest IT guy. Our security is in his capable hands here, and I can assure you, he's one of the best at keeping our secrets away from prying eyes. As generous as he's been with his time here, he's been just as generous with sharing Amanda with us during her recent project overseas. I'm sure he wishes she could be home with him during the busy hours she's spent away lately, but I can assure you she's as devoted to me as her husband is dedicated to our security. I can promise you you're in good hands here. I think both of you would agree."

I saw Amanda's smile widen when it was her turn to look into Waltz's eyes. He returned a faint smile of his own. I was relieved it wasn't a lecherous one. "Charles assures me your beautiful wife is highly skilled at many things," he told me, his measured smile now aimed at me. "I imagine you're very proud of her many talents."

My stomach churned as I tried to dissect his tone. How much had Charles told him? What had he promised? Victor would hardly be the lover Amanda would appreciate after her shameless affair with Vicente. He was a fragile, elderly man who might admire Amanda's physical charms, but certainly couldn't satisfy her. Still, a chill crept through me as I imagined Amanda's willingness to carry out whatever perverse acts Charles might demand.

"After Victor, Amanda and I have lunch, you and I can meet to set up Victor's new account," Charles told me. "We'll need to give Amanda full access, of course. Victor, I assure you, you're in very good hands. Both Amanda and her husband understand what it takes to provide our clients with anything they may request. We're very serious about making sure your slightest wish or concern is addressed to your complete satisfaction."

"You should know that I'm grooming my s o n, Nickolas, to assume control after I'm gone," Victor announced. "He'll be part of our dealings as well from this point on."

Nickolas stepped forward and extended his hand. When I stood and took it, he closed his huge paw around my hand, squeezed it like a vise, and looked me in the eye as though he was peering inside me. After a few seconds I began to pull away, but he held me in a crushing grip, refusing to release me.

"Thank you for allowing your beautiful wife to give up the many hours it will take to bring me up to speed," he said, still gripping my hand, but no longer shaking it. "I'm afraid I'm fairly new at this, but I'm anxious to take the reins."

His warm smile suddenly became a wide, insinuating grin. "I promise to return her to you, no worse for wear when I'm ready to follow in my f a t h e r ' s footsteps. Our company is uncompromising in its domination of our markets, so I wouldn't be surprised if Amanda's exposure to our practices opens new doors for her as well."

He continued to stare as he released his grip and took a step back. His grin faded to a business-like smile again as he appeared to be digesting my reaction to his brief, not-so-innocent suggestion that Amanda might be more than just a liaison for future business dealings. I was held there silently, stunned and paralyzed by his implication. I couldn't decide whether it was real or imagined for those few seconds, but I knew my moment of discomfort had been a wordless confession that I was helpless to object in any way whatsoever. Charles flashed me a knowing smile and a subtle nod to remind me.

As I ushered the four of them out of my office, Nickolas lagged behind a bit and slowly ran his eyes down over Amanda's ass and bare legs. There was no attempt to hide it from me as he continued his hungry gaze over her body. I couldn't help lusting after her as well. The outfit spoke very clearly that she might be available; it was hardly business attire. It had been so long, and she was so enticing in the clothes Charles had bought for this very occasion. I was screaming inside, my dick desperately trying to escape the bars of my cage as I trembled with desire for her.

"She's so willing," he whispered to me as he paused for a second behind the others. "You know she is. I can't wait to taste her."

And then they were gone. The look he gave me was a promise. It wasn't Victor I should be worried about. I sat in my empty office and ruminated, unable to clear my thoughts of Amanda opening her legs for Nickolas in an expensive downtown hotel after their lunch with Charles and Victor. Like Vicente, he was wealthy and handsome - except Nicholas was powerfully built and intentionally intimidating. He made me feel small in so many ways. If only Amanda hadn't worn the scanty outfit; it was practically an invitation to fuck.

I took a walk to the vending machines and fed them a few bills for my lunch. There was no way I was going out for something - I had to be there when they returned. I had to see Amanda in her little pink skirt return with Charles, unspoiled, fresh as I had found her that morning. Would an hour be enough for Nikolas to fuck her? Would an hour and a half? I began nudging limits back and forth in my head, limits that would assure me that lunch had simply been all business, in spite of Nikolas's obvious intentions. Had she noticed his hungry gaze into the open space between her breasts, made decent only by the small knot between them? Had he seen her skirt rise, perhaps lifted by a sudden breeze, enough to show him she wore nothing beneath it? Or had she given him a delicious view on purpose, a promise of her own?

I left my office door open the rest of the day and pretended to work. The afternoon crawled, and after three hours I assumed Nikolas had seen all of Amanda under that tiny skirt and had taken full advantage of it. Another devastating hour passed without any trace of Charles or Amanda. Could she be that easy now? I imagined her on her knees, his cock gliding in and out of her sweet mouth as his fingers pressed into her tangled hair, guiding her, praising her, his arrogant grin a sign he had already won her. He'd carry her to the bed and plunge into her, making her tell him he was bigger, better than her husband. I could almost hear the moans and her answers during her halting, shuddering s u b m i s s i o n. "Yes! You're bigger! Better! Fuck me!"

I stayed till everyone had gone, waited another hour, then surrendered to the inevitability that he had taken her for the night in that big, cum-soaked hotel bed. The house was dark and empty when I arrived. I couldn't eat. Instead, I poured a scotch and watched some TV, showered, and finally went to bed. It was 2:00 AM when his car threw shifting flashes of light through our bedroom window. I heard the clunk of a car door, and then shielded my eyes from the lights again as his car purred away.

I hurried downstairs to find Amanda just inside our front door. "Please - don't!" she begged when I flicked on the light. I froze and stared. The pink skirt was twisted and canted down over one hip as though she had tried to fasten it in a hurry to cover herself. Her top was gone and her feet were bare except for traces of our newly cut grass between her toes. I couldn't read her expression; maybe it was a puzzling mix of resolve, determination, and shame. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts, then let them fall, and walked slowly toward me, stopping a foot away. I could see crusts of dried semen half-hidden in the tangles of her hair. Fresh gleaming strings of his emissions lay crisscrossing over strands of wildly snarled curls. I looked down and shuddered when I saw the slick, fresh remains of his spew coating her belly, glistening like a second skin.

When her eyes met mine, she quietly offered what seemed to be a sheepish apology. "Well, I guess now you know."

I took her in my arms and held her. When she didn't respond, I asked if she was okay. She seemed to be lifeless, as if she was in a state of shock. She simply stood there and let me hold her as though her mind was far away, unaware of who or where she was. I led her upstairs and showered with her, hoping the hot jets from the spray would revive her. Little by little she came to life as I soaped her body and cleaned her. In spite of everything, I was reminded that her body had become more and more excruciatingly beautiful month after month. I felt my erection push against the cage as I worked; I wanted her desperately. Soon, she put her arms around me and hugged me, but still didn't utter a single sound.

I dried her, put her in bed, and slid under the sheet beside her. She was still warm from the shower, and her skin was silky and welcoming against me.

"He - he did things to me. So many things. Over and over. It was good at first. Then it wasn't. I was so tired, so sore. He was so big. And he just wanted more and more of me..."

She was nestled against me, whimpering, dragging details into the light as she recalled them. I felt her hand on my thigh, then her fingertips wonder lightly over the bars of my cage.

"I - I wish you could have me now. I wish you could be inside me. To make it all better. To make you believe I'm..."

Her voice trailed away into silence as she drifted off to s l e e p. I felt her fingers move i n v o l u n t a r i ll y over my cage, gently stroking and tugging it until deeper s l e e p slowed them to agonizing stillness. I wasn't as fortunate - I stayed awake beside her for hours, not able to s l e e p, or rid my mind of the images of her being filled over and over by Nikolas's relentless cock. S l e e p finally came to me just an hour before the alarm woke us.


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At breakfast Amanda was more herself in her oversized, fluffy white bathrobe, but still seemed cautiously withdrawn. I needed to know what Nicholas had done to affect her in such an unexpected way. I hated that Charles might offer her to any clients he wished merely to put money in the bank. And, if she was ever harmed by them, none of his threats would stop me from exposing him. So I asked, then begged Amanda to tell me about her time with Nikolas.

"He didn't hurt me," she admitted, finally. "It was just that, well, he wanted to fuck far past the point where I was completely exhausted. Finally, I begged him to take me home, that I couldn't take any more. He wasn't cruel, or abusive. When I begged, and he knew I had given him everything I had to give and more, finally he seemed to understand. It's what he wanted - to hear me beg. I've never seen a man stay hard like that after he cums in me. I came so many times - I don't know how many. After a while, I started to pretend to cum just so he'd finish - that always seemed to get him off. He was obsessed with making me cum until I just couldn't anymore."

"So, he didn't f o r c e you? He didn't hurt you?

Amanda still wouldn't look at me as she prodded her breakfast with her fork. When she paused for a long minute, I could see she was trying to find an answer.

"He didn't. I wanted it. I liked it. I've never been with a man with a body like his. And I knew it was part of my new job, and that Charles would want me to do whatever it took to get the most from him. But I never imagined how much of me Nikolas would want..."

"The thing about his body," I said. "What was that? I know he was a big guy - he couldn't hide it, even in that expensive suit."

"He was so, so well built. And so huge. I mean, a mass of muscles, his arms and legs, and a perfect butt. You know how I love a man's perfect ass. It was more than seeing him naked. It was my hands on him, feeling those muscles harden and move under my fingertips. He just, um, handled me, like I was a weightless toy to be played with - his toy."

I hesitated before asking the question that I knew would fill me with both dread and excitement.

"So, was he "huge" everywhere?"

She still wouldn't look at me. She was hiding something.

"He wasn't 'Vicente' huge, if you mean his cock. But he didn't have to be. He was big enough, and stayed that way, so hard for so long. It was shocking, really."

"My guess is he probably took something to stay that way," I told her.

"I know he was proud of it, the way he wore it like this tireless, pulsing spike, or at times I thought maybe even a weapon - one that promised to 'take' me as many times as he could. I couldn't take my eyes off it."

"So, he was big then?" I asked again. "His cock?"

"Yes, he was. But I think what you really want to know is, was he..."

"Bigger than me?" I interrupted, feeling my cage dig into me.

"Much," she offered, quietly. "We both know most men are, after wearing your cage for so many months. But I think that excites you, at least a little, doesn't it?"

"It does, I confessed. "I know how much you love it. Still, it makes me envious too, and so frustrated that I can't give you that. It's my biggest regret, that I wasn't born with what you need. But you know I still love you more than ever, don't you?"

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I know, sweetie. I know."

After another minute of strained silence, I knew there was something else. Something dark.

"Why don't you just tell me, Amanda? Tell me what's wrong. What happened?"

She looked up at me suddenly, as though she hadn't expected me to want to know more. Her first the words caught in her throat, and she stopped, then started again.

"He knew, sweetie. All about us. From Charles. He knows you're caged. He knows Charles owns us, and that you get off watching other men fuck me, other men who are clients. He made me promise that I belong to him now, and that you don't matter to me, that I'll be with him now, there at their estate."

"What does he mean, 'be with him'?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"I have to live with him - at least until his business with Charles is sorted out. I have to pretend I'm not married while I'm with him. He took my wedding ring. See?"

She held out her left hand and spread her fingers to show me. She was shaking, and her skin was ghostly pale.

"I'm not supposed to tell you, but he's going to return it to you, with a note I'm supposed to write - a note telling you I don't want it because you're not my husband anymore. He wants me to write that I'm his now. I told him I can't do it, but Charles insists I obey him. So, you'll get my ring in the mail, with that terrible, hideous letter. I promise, none of it is real. So please don't hate me when you read it. Please?"

She began to sob with her head in her hands. She still hadn't looked at me.

I reached across the table and took her hands in mine, raising her chin to look at me.

"Your ring will be here, waiting for you, when you come home," I promised. "And I'll know the words are his, not yours. You did this with Vicente. You went to live with him. At least you'll be in the same city this time. And when it's done, you'll come home. But you're scaring me this time, Amanda. Are you afraid he'll hurt you?"

"No, not that," she said. "He's just completely different than Vicente. Vicente treated me like his girlfriend. He was kind to me. There was lots of sex, but it was, um, intimate, playful. He cared about me. At least I think he did. Nikolas ravages me like a hungry a n i m a l. And it lasts forever - he never gets tired or loses his erection. He's a big, powerful man, still, I don't think he'd ever hurt me. But it's just too much - so much fucking - so many hours sucking him. He uses me until I can barely move, barely breathe. He's a machine in bed, a tireless one. I never expected anything like that. He puts me down, puts me out, then leaves my limp, breathless body on the bed until the next time he wants me. And that's always very soon."

"But you said you liked it - his body, and his cock. But if you want out, I'll talk to Charles. Knowing how Charles negotiates, there's no telling how long this might go on."

She lowered her head again, her voice soft and halting.

"That isn't everything, sweetie. I haven't told you everything. It's Victor. He was there, watching. All of it, every second. Nikolas and I had some champagne when we got there, a lot of it, and I wasn't aware of him at first, but Victor was recording us. He sat across the room in the dark and held some kind of small camera the entire time. They have hours of me sucking and fucking him like a filthy slut. He made me beg for it, sweetie. He made me beg him to fuck me again and again. And then he'd turn me over and make me beg again. I did everything he wanted, said everything he wanted to hear - that he was so much bigger and better than my husband, that I never wanted you to touch me again as long as I could have his cock. I worshipped him, drooled over him, and then said all these horrible things he wanted me to say. I didn't mean it - I just wanted to please him, and Charles. Now they have all of it recorded, all of my slutty groveling and begging and fucking. I don't know what they'll do with it, but I know I can't walk away. God - they might make it public for everyone to see. So, I have to let him have me. I'm his whore now. I'm just his whore..."

Amanda never knew of Charles's videos of her. I never told her because I knew it would destroy her, just as the recorded night with Victor and Nikolas had. She had no idea how often I was made to watch them on my screen at work. It was Charles's insurance that I'd stay a loyal employee and do whatever I was told. Now Amanda understood how deeply we were entwined in Charles's plots and schemes. Now she knew how costly our escape would be. And I could see how much it frightened her.

"I could still try to reason with Charles," I told her. "It's just that I doubt he'd be very sympathetic. He considers you his new star negotiator. In fact, now everyone does. So, it might make things worse, or at least more complicated."

Her eyes widened as though I had shocked her.

"God, no! I'd hoped the fling with Vicente was some sort of initiation, that I'd find other ways to do the job. Men seem to like me, and using my looks and showing a little skin wouldn't hurt. But now I know this is exactly what Charles wants me to do. I fuck his clients. I fuck them until he gets what he wants, and then I fuck the next one. I have to go through with this. We both know I do. Releasing my little porn movie would be a devastating scandal. We'd never recover. There's no way out now."

"I'll do whatever you want, Amanda. Just tell me," I offered.

"You have to let him have me, sweetie. We both know you do. Just please promise me that when my ring is delivered, you'll put it in a safe place for me, no matter how long it takes. And above all, please, please, please, don't read the note that comes with it. Promise me you'll burn it. My name may be on it, but the words will be his."

"Will you call me?" I asked. "Just to let me know you're safe? If he ever hurts you..."

"I will if he'll let me, sweetie. And I'm sure we'll see each other at work. Now I have to pack and get dressed. We have a meeting at work, and Nikolas is taking me home with him from there. Charles bought me a new outfit to wear today. When he sees me in it, Nicholas is going to want to fuck me before we leave the office. Hopefully, I can convince him to wait until he gets me home and puts me in his bed."

Another great chapter!

I've waited that long. And the wait was worth it. omg what a story. my cuckold cock again rock hard. thanks
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I'm loving this Don, and I can't wait for him to read the letter. Oh, the delicious cruelty is so fucking horny!

Wow. Incredible story!
Mike

Thanks, everyone - the next chapter is in the editing stage , so it shouldn't be long. Amanda has no idea what's in store for her...

Don

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Christine

The Key - 21

All I could think about on my way to work was the talk Amanda and I had at breakfast. There was a heaviness in me I had never felt before. Yes, her time with Vicente was fraught with worry and unknowns, but this was much different. I kept juggling my reactions to what she had told me, that sex with Nickolas was "good", and that he could fuck for hours, but her admission that she felt like a used plaything added an extra layer of anxiety. And then, even after his shocking treatment of her, she was still determined to endure it, mostly I thought, to please Charles and further her position as his celebrated negotiator. But there was this nagging, unwelcome suspicion that she wanted much more of Nickolas in spite of her confessed discomfort with him. I couldn't help imagine that his body, and his cock, were on her mind constantly. Although she had made her reservations clear to me an hour before, was at least some part of Amanda eagerly preparing to be fucked by this ****** for the days or weeks that followed? And would her comparison of him to me, his physical size, endurance and domination, diminish her image of me even further as a "real man"? Now, would she ever want to fuck me again?

The office was dark and empty when I arrived. I had been coming in earlier and earlier so I'd have time alone to ruminate about our future before doing any actual work. Sometimes I'd convince myself that Amanda and I might have a normal life again, somehow, somewhere. I'd imagine she'd want sex with me again, or least settle for it. Maybe I could look the other way occasionally when she found a lover who scratched her itch. But it always ended the same way - Charles never released his grip on us and tempted us with more and more money while Amanda's obsession took on a life of its own. And now, on top of all that, Amanda was invigorated by her success, and her new "profession".

The morning was unremarkable. I worked, and Charles ignored me. Thoughts about whether Nickolas's car was parked in our driveway when he stopped to bring Amanda to the meeting interrupted my concentration now and then, but I mostly fought them off. If I didn't, I'd be assaulted by images of him taking time to use her in our bed before parading her through our office. Would everyone in the office be able to tell when they arrived together? Would Amanda look freshly fucked?

Lunch hour arrived and passed without incident. I worked through it to ward off images of Nickolas's cock and Amanda's exhausted cum face as his reward. As time went by my attempts mostly failed. Were they together yet? Were Amanda's suitcases now in the boot of his DB11? Was her hand on his cock as he drove her to their meeting here? Did she feel she belonged to him already?

Finally, around mid-afternoon, Victor led Nickolas and Amanda through the office to Charles's door. Charles welcomed them in, and the three of them disappeared inside. At least Amanda's outfit was more appropriate, not the pink Barbie skirt and halter that had drawn so much attention in the past. Not that she still wasn't deliciously cock-hardening to most of the men. Her white, silk, fitted blouse clung to her tiny waist, yet still offered a noticeable outline of her breasts and nipples beneath it. The brief, black, pencil skirt showed every inch of thigh possible just short of exposing her pussy. Its scanty, dark material was thin and elastic, and it was obvious she wore nothing under it. I was surprised to see she had learned to walk with a more steady, confident stride in the black stilettos. Had she practiced to assure everyone she wasn't the Barbie who had appeared during her last visit? Amanda's hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she now wore a pair of large, dark-rimmed glasses instead of her usual contacts. I wondered if Victor and Nickolas had chosen her clothes, and whether she knew she now appeared as Office Barbie instead of Bimbo Barbie?

None of the three seemed to notice me as they paraded past my open office door, intentionally left open in anticipation. Nickolas walked beside Amanda as they trailed behind Victor, his hand resting on the small of her back with the familiarity of a boyfriend or husband. I didn't receive even the slightest glance from Amanda; she stared forward, her head held high with a sober, determined expression on her exquisitely made-up face. As they walked across the open space between my office and Charles's, I found her sculpted bare legs more luscious than ever; the sight of her calves and thighs flexing in sharp relief just above the black stilettos was heart-stopping. I ached for her. I fucking ached for her.

Charles showed them out an hour later. Amanda saw me staring and stopped at my office door. She was so much taller in the black stilettos, and looked down at me where I sat, her face unreadable.

"Our meeting went well," she said. "I think Charles was pleased. This might not take as long as we expected. Still, Nickolas has some concerns about confidentiality, so he'll set up a meeting with you soon. Nothing to worry about - he just wants some information about your network - malware protection and firewall stuff. He'll give you the details - it's not something I need to know or understand."

I tried to lighten the mood. "At least you didn't have to wear that skater's skirt today. But you know you look great to me dressed in anything." I smiled, hoping to get the same response from her.

Instead, she f o r c e d a smirk and rolled her eyes at me. "It was nothing. Just the Waltzes' idea of an initiation. I passed."

She moved her feet apart another foot and put her hands on her hips as she answered me. The skirt stretched and strained against her thighs, inching upward just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of her freshly shaved labia. I glanced past her into the outer office and saw Nickolas look back over his shoulder.

"Amanda!" he called out to her. "We don't have time to chat. Come along. I need your full attention the rest of the day. Duty calls..."

She turned without a word and strolled to him, rolling her hips as he watched with hungry eyes. It was only then that I noticed her delicate gold anklet, and the attached charm in the shape of the Waltz company insignia. Amanda touched Nickolas's arm lightly and his hand went to her waist again, impatient for their departure. Just before I lost sight of them, she looked back and gave me a quick, crooked smile. I knew that smile - it was as much of a concerned apology as I would get in Nickolas's company. All the same, I knew his cock would be in her soon. He'd fuck her until she'd become a breathless, quivering mass of used flesh, too exhausted to even respond. During his endless fucking, I doubted she'd even remember we talked.


~*~


Weeks passed without a word from Amanda. When I called her cell, she never answered and never returned my messages. I expected Victor's videos to appear on my screen eventually, but even that failed to materialize. Finally, Charles arranged a meeting between Nickolas and me to discuss the company's security, and I was hopeful I'd find a way to reconnect with Amanda. I couldn't imagine they expected me to abandon her completely while the negotiations continued. I became consumed with worry and feared the worst, that Nickolas might have turned her against me and I had lost her.

The day before the meeting a small package arrived in the mail. I signed for it, then left it on the kitchen table for hours, knowing what it likely contained. I had promised Amanda I'd burn the letter inside without reading it. In the end my curiosity got the best of me and I opened the box, unwrapped her wedding ring from wads of tissue paper, and unfolded the note that lay at the bottom of the box. It was in Amanda's perfect round script - I'd never mistake her feminine loops and curls for anyone else's. She had insisted the words weren't hers, but her elegant handwriting was Nickolas's attempt to show me evidence to the contrary. I could almost envision the pen in her delicate hand as she put the words on paper with Nickolas there coaching her while his hand gently stroked the back of her bare, supple neck.



To my husband,

I send you this ring to tell you another man owns me now. He gives me what you never could in our bed. He's shown me what I've missed after so many years of disappointment - the deep, blissful satisfaction that a man like Nickolas can provide to a woman like me. I deserve every inch of his cock, every shattering orgasm, and every drop of his inexhaustible semen. But you are still my husband, in some sense, and this ring should be evidence to anyone who sees it that my body belongs to the man who is my loving husband. Nickolas is not that man, and it would be a lie to wear it while your wife's body belongs to him.

I know we'll be seeing each other at work, and that it may be difficult for you to accept that I belong to Nickolas. Please think of Nickolas and me as a couple when you see me with him, one outside your influence or right to invade our privacy. Knowing that I'm his now will be difficult for you, but try your best not to create any unpleasantness while we work together. I think your confessed fantasies about me might get you hard at times thinking of him inside me, and that's fine. Nickolas and I consider it a compliment, that you appreciate everything he does for me that you cannot.

Lastly, Nickolas has taken some freedom in changing my appearance. It pleases him, as does my complete compliance to his more salacious demands. He tells me it's for my own betterment, and I tend to agree. This is who I am now - his companion, his colleague, and his willing whore.

Your obedient wife,
Amanda



Nickolas arrived at work early in the morning a few days later, tapped twice on the frame of my open door, then entered my office as though he owned the place. We shook hands, and again he held mine longer than was necessary, grinning at me and studying my reaction. He answered my question before I asked it.

"She's fine," he told me, still grinning. "Just very busy. I took her phone and gave her a company loaner so she wouldn't be distracted by, well, you know, other intrusions. I'm afraid I need her all to myself for a while. I'm sure you understand."

He winked. He actually winked at me, just before he released my hand and sat as though the seat was now reserved for him. I was flustered and angry, and I'm sure every bit of it showed, all the while knowing the words I wanted to use would infuriate Charles if I insulted Nickolas in the most minor way. So, I sat quietly behind my desk and managed a f o r c e d smile. He saw through my discomfort and sighed.

"Look, just between us, I know your marriage has been a difficult one, and strained to its limits now that Amanda's stretching her wings here, so to speak. But you should be proud of her. She's working so hard to see that we favor doing business with Charles. She's a fascinating young woman, so driven, and yet so, well, compliant in other ways. But I'm told you're well aware of that too, so there shouldn't be any reason personal issues keep us from working together, should there?"

It was difficult to keep from trembling with anger. Why didn't he just tell me he's fucking her, and would be eager to use her every day our negotiations continued? Amanda's words were still fresh in my mind, her unsettling realization that Nickolas would use her far beyond her ability to reciprocate. There were times when I thought Vicente owned her, but nothing like this. Yet, I had no choice but to allow it, maybe even condone it if that's what he wanted to hear.

"So, shall we get started? Amanda's waiting for me at home," he told me. "She's a delicious little thing, but she can be so impatient when she doesn't get - well, I'm sure you know."

It was a short meeting, one I found he wanted just to make sure I understood his claim on my wife. He never paid much attention to my explanations of how our systems functioned. There was the frozen grin across the desk from me, boasting that he'd just had his cock in Amanda, and that she begged him for the fucking her husband had never given her.

"Before you go," I asked, "is there a way I can talk to her? It's been weeks, and I'd feel a lot better if I could hear her voice now and then. Maybe she could call me when she isn't too busy?"

He cocked his head and squinted at me as he paused in the open door.

"Well, she's always busy. But I can assure you, she's well taken care of."

"But," I begged, "I just..."

"I'll tell you what," he interrupted. "We'll be here for another meeting next week. Why don't you wait to talk to her then? I'll chat with Charles briefly while the two of you catch up. I think you'll find her completely intact, in case you're worried, and just as ravishing as she was when you last laid eyes on her, maybe more. But then, you've seen her on her knees like I have - she's such a devilish little swallower. I think it's the astonishing hunger in her that makes her body come alive. At times she makes me believe she's never been allowed to touch another cock, or ever have sex at all before we met. But then, I'm told I'm preaching to her most ardent spectator. If only her endurance was a match for mine; but that will come in time, maybe to all other men's disadvantage, yes? She is truly evolving. She was such a "girl" when you married her, wasn't she? When our current business is finalized, do you think you'll prefer her as a woman?"

"She's not the girl I married, Nickolas - I know that. But she is still my wife. All I ask is that she comes back to me, unharmed. I know she sucks your cock. I know she fucks you because it's good for business, and because enjoys it. I live with the changes men have made to her, every day now, so yes, I do 'prefer her as a woman', in spite of your misguided preconceptions. What I want, Nickolas, 'just between us', is to talk to her now and then. I need to know she's safe. I need to hear it from her own lips. You need to understand this clearly, for the 'favor of doing business with Charles'. I want to see her."

It was the first time I saw his smile vanish, replaced with the disconcerting look of a man who was unaccustomed to being denied the advantage of his position.

"I'll let her know you asked about her," he uttered as he turned on his heel and left me simmering behind my desk. When I stood to close my office door, I was suddenly aware of the heft between my legs. My dick had expanded to the limits of the tiny cage and began to throb. The growing dark spot of pre-cum on the front of my slacks was his parting gift to me, a reminder of my place in Charles's unrelenting greed for money and power, and what we'd have to surrender to him to share it. But just beneath the surface lingered the delicious image of a naked Amanda on her knees fellating a huge, muscular man, along with a desperate, glimmer of hope that he wouldn't be a permanent part on her future.


~*~

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The following week Charles came to my office to review any IT issues that might have come up over the past month. He never wanted a written report; he suspected it may find its way outside the company. I updated him on my hardware progress and the cost, and as usual he waved any concerns as long as I bought and installed the latest tech.

"More than anyone, you should know how important it is that we keep our little secrets secret," he told me with a knowing smile. "I'm sure you wouldn't want any of Amanda's 'history' made public, just as I would hate any of our clients' identities or our transactions with them leaked. It's almost a shame though - watching her beg for it is really something, don't you agree?"

"It's, um, yes, I guess. But it would destroy her if it was leaked. I'd do anything to prevent that, Charles, you know that."

"Yes, yes, I understand," he assured me. "It's why only my inner circle will ever see any of it. They'll keep it private, or else. They know better than to cross me. Of course, you've seen it too, and I'm sure your little cage gets very 'crowded' as you watch. Come on - tell me I'm wrong..."

I'm sure my face was scarlet with embarrassment, but I knew the only answer Charles would accept.

"You're - you're not wrong, Charles. I wish seeing other men have sex with her didn't excite me. I don't know why it does. I just can't help it."

Charles chuckled. "There are two things I know very well - how to make money, and recognizing when a pretty wife is desperate for cock. Many times I can see it in her husband as well, that he'll simply cave to my demands with the right incentives and let me have her. That her husband gets off on her infidelity is often a predictable side effect. So don't assume you're special, sport. I hire men like you all the time. You were easy - just like your exquisitely adorable wife."

Charles always made me think back to that first meeting between Amanda and him. Dredging up every word between them and Amanda's second-by-second reaction to Charles's seduction never provided a clear answer to how it happened. There was never the exact moment I sought that might have been a warning about what was to come. She had been so innocent, often shy in the company of other men. Had I only known that sex with me was more of a duty to her, that her orgasms were few and far between, I'd have tried to be the kind of lover she wanted. Then I'd remember her telling me, finally, after she was being fucked by Vicente, that I didn't have the equipment or the aggressiveness to ever be like the men who had constantly inhabited her fantasies. But somehow, even before it began, Charles saw what I didn't within the first few minutes he laid eyes on her. What had I said or done that assured him I would be the husband whose timely erections would reveal the truth, that watching other men fuck my wife would become an eroticized substitute for the inadequacies I couldn't face until he exposed them?

Thankfully, Charles cell interrupted our conversation. He stood and went to my door, then turned to let me know that Nickolas and Amanda were in the reception area and would be in his office within minutes.

"I want you to join us this time," he said. "Nickolas thinks Amanda should become familiar with networking while she's with him, so you have an opportunity to show off your expertise to the three of us. I should warn you; I don't want any mention of his cock or Amanda's attention to it. We're all adults, and we know what she does for him. She fucks him because I need her to fuck him, and because she loves getting laid by a man like Nickolas. It isn't the first time your wife chose someone else's dick over yours, and I'm sure it won't be the last. So, just suck it up and stay on track with your tech talk. Understand?"

"I do," I told him, as my cage alerted me to the familiar signs of life within it.

Charles left me and went to greet them, chatted for a minute, then waved me to follow them to his office. Nickolas's hand caressed Amanda's lower back as they walked, and she rolled her hips into him briefly to respond. She nodded to me as we entered Charles's office, but didn't give me the comforting smile I'd hoped for.

Charles had arranged closely spaced, side-by-side chairs for them, and one for me across from them by his desk. As Amanda sat, I trembled at the sight of her. She wore a black suit jacket and the same tiny pencil skirt that now had risen to her hips, freely showing me her shaved, inviting slit between luscious, bare thighs. She seemed slimmer and firmer as I stared at her body in the chair before me. Between the lapels of her jacket, I noticed a hint of black lace. The narrow valley between her breasts was crowded with round, firm flesh on either side, more flesh than I had ever seen her display. She saw me looking between her legs, crossed them, and offered a f o r c e d and short-lived smile.

Nickolas stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders, taking his time to test my patience. He kept staring at me, hoping I'd misbehave. Finally, he raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"Well then, we should get started. Amanda and I have a busy day. But it's a bit warm in here, Mandy," he told her. "Let me help you with your jacket."

She stood and faced him while he unfastened the single button and lowered her jacket over her shoulders and down along her arms. I held my breath as he revealed her bare back crossed by a single, narrow strip of lace.

"Ahh, much better," he told her, approvingly. My hands shook when she turned and sat again, facing me. The miniscule half-bra was almost lost under the full, round, fleshy globes of her breasts. They seemed to defy gravity as they rose and fell with every breath. Her expression was defiant as her eyes met mine, yet her body language and mannerisms seemed completely relaxed and utterly unaffected.

"Comfy now?" Nickolas asked.

"Yes, thank you, Nickolas. Very," she told him, gazing up at him, showing him the adulation I knew he expected.

"Okay," Nickolas told me. "Show us what you're made of. We're in your hands."

Amanda simply sat and stared, awaiting my presentation as though her mission was to digest and remember every word. I had been used to Charles's cruelty, but nothing approaching this. The room was silent as I stared at her, enraged and helpless to respond to what Nickolas had done to her. Amanda had spoken of his obsession with the Barbie look, and in her letter wrote that he had changed her appearance, but he had taken his fetish beyond anything I expected.

Her classic face, petite body and modest breasts had attracted me to Amanda years ago at first sight. She had been working in an exclusive boutique where I was shopping for lingerie for my then current girlfriend's birthday. I remembered the white, cotton summer dress she wore, how it clung to her narrow waist, then opened at the bodice where she had left a single button undone. Without a bra, the light, airy material cupped her breasts in a natural way, showing the silky upper curves where the dress parted. It was an innocent, yet enticing look that bumped my pulse a notch. When she moved near the large store window, the sun displayed the outline of her slim, perfectly sculpted legs through the translucent cotton as though she might be showing them to me on purpose, teasing me, daring me to approach her. After I finally summoned the courage to ask for her help, we became friends that day. It was finally her eyes that conquered me, the long stares and promises within them. I left the store without a purchase, and within a week we were a couple. Even back then, from the first time we made love, I was surprised by her lack of unbridled passion, her subdued physical response, and her fleeting orgasms that never reached a moaning, explosive crescendo. I finally accepted that it was just her way. In any case, loving her was more than enough for me. If only I had known during our years together that she concealed her forbidden inner fantasies of size and domination, and that I had never been enough for Amanda.

Now, in Charles's office, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Yes, the innocence I once imagined and loved had been stolen and corrupted by Charles, but I had hoped her outward innocence might always be what other men saw as a tantalizing but faithful wife. Nickolas had taken her one step closer to revealing her cravings to men. His changes helped advertise her availability and encouraged her to jettison the need to hide her repressed hunger for cocks worthy of those in her fantasies.

I stumbled through the material I had prepared, trying to avoid staring at Amanda's naked breasts and nipples. Charles seemed annoyed that I had trouble concentrating, but Nickolas's grin widened every time I lost my train of thought. I'd notice the trace of a frown on Amanda's face, and then see her nervous glances at Nickolas, as if she might have had sympathy for my h u m i l i a t i o n at his hand. Her behavior was elusive and baffling. It twisted me around, turned me inside out, and left me alone in my agonizing mix of anger and unanticipated arousal. I wondered, could they see my cage nudge forward beneath my slacks? I hoped with every bit of remaining sanity that Amanda had not.

The hour it took to finish seemed like three. Surprisingly, Charles stood beside me with his hand on my shoulder and thanked me with the kind of praise I rarely heard from him. Nickolas and Amanda stayed seated while Nickolas slow-clapped his approval.

"I may have misjudged you," Nickolas told me, still grinning. "Performance under pressure is one thing Charles hadn't given you credit for. Having your wife in the audience can be a blessing or a curse, and in this case, an obvious distraction. Sure, you lost your way here and there, but I think Amanda and I came away with a sense of your willingness to sacrifice your time, and well, you know very well what else. In spite of his other unfortunate inadequacies, he's a technical wonder, isn't he, Amanda?"

He took her hand and helped her rise from her chair. She was so near to me I could feel the heat rise from her body, and along with it came a hint of exotic perfume that drifted almost imperceptibly from between her breasts. Her body was suddenly foreign to me. There was a new, captivating sleekness about her, and a certain provocative way she carried herself. The contrast made her new breasts irresistibly inviting, perfectly suited to assure the longing of any man at first glance.

"He is a wonder," Amanda admitted, giving me a strained smile. "But I always knew that, Nickolas. Thank you, sweetie. It's good to see you again."

Nickolas held her jacket while she slid into it and fastened the single button.

"I promised you and Amanda might have a short chat while we're here, and I believe Charles has a rare single malt with my name on it."

He kissed her on the cheek, knowing she'd offer it to him without a second's hesitation, then left us alone. "Now, you behave yourself, Mandy," he told her as he left. "I know you've been insatiable lately, but no touching. We wouldn't want an office scandal, would we?"

He left us alone, and I closed my office door. "What on earth possessed you, Amanda?" I asked, freely showing my anger and disbelief. "Why would you let him do this to you? Did he ***** you to have it done? Are you that taken with him? Do you love him?"

She lowered her head and took a step closer to me, her covered breasts now an inch from my chest.

"I'm - I don't know - I mean, I didn't know you'd react this way," she replied softly, her eyes still focused on the carpet. "He didn't f o r c e me. He, um, encouraged me to have it done. He said he knew the best people, and that he'd pay a price that would strain our finances."

"But, you never told me you wanted this," I argued. "If you had, we might have talked about it first. I always thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. In my eyes, you were perfect."

"It's - something I didn't know I wanted, sweetie. Not until now. Not until Nickolas convinced me. Maybe it was thoughtless of me to have it done without telling you first. But to be honest, when I'm with men like Nickolas, after a while I do feel like they own me - not my heart, just the rest of me. And that feeling just takes over. It's exciting and gratifying, and sexy in a way I never realized before. They're just breasts, but I like the way they make me look. Do you really hate them?"

She opened her jacket again and pulled the lapels apart, exposing them for me, begging for a closer look.

I couldn't help it. I leered at them. I explored them with my eyes, taking in each new curve and the familiar silky skin that contained them. On any other woman, they would have been unimaginably perfect.

"I don't," I said, still mesmerized by the sight of her new body. "They're - they're very nice," I stammered. "Okay, better than nice. They're beautiful. You're beautiful. It isn't that I don't like them - it's that he did this to you. He changed you. He altered my wife to fit this twisted fetish of his in a permanent way. I just can't imagine you letting him do it."

I could see her disappointment as she closed her jacket, again hiding her breasts from my view. Then her voice became a kind of pleading, or maybe an apology, one meant to move me toward acceptance.

"He wanted them bigger - much bigger. I refused," she said quietly. "He thought he should get what he was paying for. I just wouldn't agree to become his fantasy doll. Still, he persisted, and we compromised, again and again. He wanted to show me off, to have men notice the new me and be envious of what he owned. Finally, I agreed on a size that men would notice, but not one that made me look like a freakish Bimbo. He was disappointed, but satisfied that I had finally surrendered to his wishes."

"Nickolas doesn't seem like the kind of man who easily compromises," I said. "He must have feelings for you, doesn't he? Does he see you as a permanent, um, I don't know...wife who willingly becomes his devoted mistress?"

"Sweetie, Nickolas is all about winning: winning his most recent business deal, winning on the golf course, even winning the most frivolous argument with his gardener. He's already won me, or at least he thinks he has. I've told you, it's complicated. I don't mind being his new prize with a new pair of boobs he can show off to his friends. In fact, sometimes I like the way they look at me. They want me. Nickolas says they would pay to fuck me. But stroking Nickolas's ego means everything to him. It's a crevice in his armor he isn't completely aware of. I get a peek inside that armor when I tell him how big his cock is while he's fucking me. He's proud that he can fuck me far beyond my ability to keep up with him, so I use that. I make sure he knows it every time. I do love his cock, but he isn't a man I would ever want to have a genuine relationship with. In fact, he scares me a little. None of this will last. Be patient. Yes, he's a man who gives me great sex, but more than that, it's an opportunity to show Charles I can be more than just bait. I'm going to win this for Charles. And then I'll be home. Think about that - aren't you anxious to put your hands on my new boobs?"

Maybe I shouldn't have worried. Maybe Amanda's new business ambitions really were the incentive to let a man like Nickolas use her as his sexual plaything. But there were still too many questions, too many doubts, too many imagined images in my head of Amanda's exquisitely sculpted legs eagerly spread for him as he buried his cock in her. Yes, I'd have given anything to put my hands on her newly enhanced breasts, even though they would be a permanent reminder of the ultimate surrender of her body to him. Before I could manage to answer Amanda, Nickolas appeared at my door again.

"Time's up, Mandy," he told her. Then he grinned at me. "Did you show him my present, up close? Give him a good long look?"

Suddenly, she was his again. "I did, Nickolas. I'm sure he appreciates them. You're really much too generous."

"Well, I still think they should have been bigger, but I'm glad the two of you are happy with them," he said. "When I can give Mandy something no one else can, I'm happy too."

He winked at me, then took Amanda's hand and led her away through the maze of office cubicles as everyone's eyes followed them to the door. I stood to watch them leave, and took a deep breath as his hand went to Amanda's waist, then dropped lower to palm her ass. The tiny black leather skirt revealed the lower crescent of her ass cheeks with each roll of her hips. Her gait was practiced and determined atop the towering, black stilettos, and the sight of her firm flesh flexing along her thighs and calves made my cage come to life with desperate desire for her. I knew those same stunning legs would be circling Nikolas's back as she lay naked on his bed before their day was done. He'd fuck her into senseless oblivion while hearing her beg to be ravished. Then Amanda would s l e e p, still awash in his semen as it dried over her exhausted body.

I noticed she still wore the anklet with Nickolas's company logo and wondered if he made her wear it everywhere they went together. It upset me more than anything else she wore, a telling reminder to everyone that Amanda now belonged not only to Nickolas, but to the entire Waltz family. Her appearance had become a jarring mismatch, from the tailored business jacket, oversized, dark rimmed glasses and severe hair style above the waist, to the miniscule skirts, kinky black stilettos and anklet below. Was Nickolas using her to further his own business purposes, dangling her in front of his own clients just as Charles had? Was the mouthwatering, half-business woman, half-hooker look intentional, or did he just have a common pimp's taste for women's fashion?

I couldn't imagine Amanda choosing those outfits, but now she wore them with confidence and pride. She was a mystery to me, even after our reassuring chat. Amanda had promised me "none of this will last", but would there be permanent changes in her? Would my once innocent wife be forever corrupted while under Nickola's malignant influence? And even if we escaped all this intact, would our future together as husband and wife include her taste for hooker clothes and a constant thirst for the biggest, most inexhaustible cocks she could find? Still, our freedom, and my consolation would mean I'd likely no longer have to wear my cage, so at least I could masturbate as I watched her fuck her fantasy men. Maybe she'd even let me inside her again. Maybe. It was all too much - too confusing and defeating to continue to ponder.


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A few days later, soon after my early morning arrival at work, my office computer screen came to life with a video feed of an ornate bedroom. The only light came from glowing, porcelain lamps on either side of the massive four-poster bed. Surrounding it along the walls were Rococo style columns crowned with the fixed gaze of hovering cherubs. I could barely make out the tapestry between the columns, which at first appeared to be a group of bare-chested men atop rearing stallions. Beneath them, the naked body of a young woman lay cowering on the ground, her arms and hands extended as if to protect herself from their attack. As I looked more closely, I found the men on horseback were actually pointed-eared satyrs poised over the woman, their immense erections and testicles thrust toward her from between their powerful hind legs.

After two full minutes of a static image, Amanda backed slowly into view. She shook her head defiantly as she spoke, but there was no audio, no way to make out what she said. Her hands were fastened behind her back, and she stumbled slightly as she backed into the edge of the bed. A second figure approached her and reached out to lift Amanda's chin, turning her face left and right, inspecting her as though she was prized livestock. As the second figure turned toward the camera, I saw Juliet grin at me, then turn back to face Amanda. I watched Amanda's tears with horror as Juliet opened the buttons down the front of Amanda's blouse and slithered her hand inside.

oh my god don, i keep getting caught up in this story. Whatever turn it takes, awesome
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

An incredible author. Such a way with words, capturing every sight sound and emotion. Making my cage so much tighter too. Please not so long between episodes.

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what a cliff hanger!

Thanks, guys. I really appreciate your response - it's nice to know the hours of work is being read. This one is unusual for me; I haven't posted a story as I write the chapters in many years, not since the old Usenet alt groups were active. I know it's frustrating having to wait for the next chapter, then being disappointed when the story stops without a satisfying ending. These days the stuff I publish on Lush is always complete, even if I post the chapters over time, but this time I took the leap again and decided to test the waters here with the first chapter of something cuckier than my usual themes. I do have the complete story outlined, so writing the rest is a matter of free time now that I'm traveling more for work. Finally, I do appreciate your patience. The next chapter is in the works - all I need is the free time to put the stuff in my head into Word, then edit, edit, edit.

Don

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I can't wait for the next instalment. Great story.

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Brilliant, well-crafted story and additions.

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Sorry for the long wait, everyone. Lots of travel for work, and a mini-vacation with L. Thanks again for staying with the story. The chapter that follows 22 is well into editing and completion. Hope you enjoy Chapter 22!

Don

The Key - 22

As I watched Juliet toy with Amanda, so many questions overwhelmed me. Would Juliet do this on her own? Was she part of Charles's twisted plan to blackmail us if we chose to leave him? Or was it a voyeuristic collaboration, elaborately orchestrated by the Waltzes to feed their twisted fantasies or personal business interests? Whatever the explanation, it was clear that Amanda hadn't expected it, and wasn't enjoying Juliet's hands on her.

Amanda simply stood at the side of the bed as Juliet continued to strip her. She took her time, with lingering looks at Amanda's terrified expression and frightened tears. When Amanda was finally naked, Juliet took Amanda's face in her hands, leaned closer, and slowly licked the tears from cheeks. Amanda closed her eyes and shivered.

Juliet's fingers snaked over Amanda's lower belly, then pushed into the space between her tightly clenched legs. Amanda's eyes opened suddenly, and she began to plead with Juliet. There was no sound, but I could make out her repeated words of desperation - "No - no - no - please don't - ".

As Juliet's fingers penetrated her, she said something to Amanda that made her move her legs apart and nod slowly. After what appeared to be another order from Juliet, Amanda nodded again and lowered her head, allowing Juliet to masturbate her. Amanda began to breathe more deeply; her perfect breasts heaved forward as Juliet sucked lightly on her distended nipples. To my astonishment, Amanda's body began to vibrate with helpless excitement.

It was very strange - it was the kind of sudden s u b m i s s i o n I never would have expected. Amanda had never given any sign that she'd even consider sex with another woman. When Juliet began to trail her tongue over Amanda's body, Amanda appeared to stiffen and shudder as if she did everything in her power to fend off Juliet's affections, but it was clear her resistance was fading. I knew Juliet's sinister efforts all too well; I had suffered through them myself, although not under the same circumstances. Juliet's lean, statuesque body had had its predictable effect on me, and I hadn't found any way to resist her toying with my long-neglected dick.

Juliet paused to take Amanda's face on her hands again. Her words were obviously those of a threat, one she knew Amanda would fear, just as I had. Amanda continued to nod while tears fell one by one over her blushing cheeks. When it was Amanda's turn to reply, she did so while Juliet held her face close, ******* her to gaze into her eyes. Amanda spoke for a long time, but what she said was unintelligible to me. It appeared to please Juliet, and that made my skin crawl.

Juliet turned and grinned up at the camera again. She disappeared from the frame, then returned carrying the bag I recognized from her visit with me. She withdrew a thick, leather collar, circled it around Amanda's neck, and adjusted the buckle until the leather lightly compressed Amanda's soft skin beneath it. Amanda appeared compliant and noticeably unsteady as Juliet continued to speak to her. She nodded repeatedly, her face held inches from Juliet's by the attached thin, leather leash in Juliet's clenched hand.

Juliet gave the leash a few light tugs, spoke to Amanda, and Amanda nodded and replied with an easily recognized "Yes, Juliet". She lowered herself to her knees slowly, then to a crawling position at Juliet's feet. Juliet tugged once more on the leash, and Amanda began to follow her around the bed on her hands and knees. They turned toward the camera to retrace their path, and I could see Amanda reciting something, followed by Juliet's wide grin each time.

When they stopped just below the camera, Juliet reached down and lifted Amanda's chin with a single finger. Juliet's remaining hand trailed down Amanda's back, over the tight, round curve of her ass, then dipped slowly into Amanda's slit. Amanda's eyes were focused on the camera, locked on me as though I was there in the room. Was there a message in them? They were the same beautiful eyes of the woman I married, only now they seemed to look through me with a dreamy, faraway gaze. She gasped the second Juliet penetrated her, and her eyes drifted closed. It was my turn to gasp when I saw her begin to pant shamelessly when Juliet's fingers began to dance over the hardened stem of her clit.

With a slight tug on the leash, Amanda began to repeat the same words over and over again. I couldn't make them out until she repeated them a few more times as Juliet tensioned the leash to keep Amanda's face raised upward toward the camera. With Amanda's angelic face upturned into Juliet's menacing stare, her words suddenly became clear to me. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

As Amanda recited the words Juliet demanded from her, I saw more than compliance - it was complete and utter surrender. She appeared unsteady as Juliet pulled her to her feet, and she reached out to take Juliet's hand. Juliet pivoted her slowly, displaying her naked body in front of the camera's watchful eye. It wasn't clear whether Amanda knew she was being watched and likely recorded; she was becoming more blissful moment by moment. Juliet kept glancing at the camera, grinning at me as she gleefully peeled away layer after layer of Amanda's resistance. When Juliet took her in her arms and they kissed deeply, I knew Amanda had given her everything Juliet had hoped for. Suddenly, my screen went black.

I waited nervously for some kind of image to return and imagined the worst. Was it a technical glitch, or had Juliet cut me off to t o r t u r e me? I stared at the screen for ten minutes before it flickered and came to life again. Amanda was on her knees before Juliet. A large pillow had been placed under her, and a narrow beam of light fell onto her face from the ceiling above. Juliet wore a leather harness that lifted and emphasized the outrageous proportions of her breasts as she towered over Amanda. She wore a huge, lifelike phallus strapped to her hips; it was so immense I could see its leather straps dig into Juliet's firm, ghostly white flesh.

Juliet's fingers wormed through Amanda's hair as Amanda ran her tongue over the thick, black shaft like it was made of the most delicious, irresistible chocolate. I was shaken by her hunger for it, by the eagerness with which she licked the monstrous shaft. She became frenzied, drooling and exploring the length of it with her tongue. Finally, she took the tip of it in her mouth, engulfing as much of its girth as her mouth would allow. When Juliet pulled her closer, I could see her gag, back off a little, then try again, taking just a bit more each time until she reached her limit along the thick, glistening cock. Juliet's head was thrown back, and she was laughing in glorious victory until the screen went black a second time.

I sank back in my chair, overwhelmed by both anger and helplessness. My heart went out to Amanda, knowing she would never have expected the extent of Juliet's sick games. The sight of Amanda's small, helpless body, kneeling in total s u b m i s s i o n before this sadistic Amazon made me even more uncertain of how much Charles's influence had been woven into Amanda's stunning s u b m i s s i o n. How much of her behavior was due to Amanda's obsession to please Charles? Or had Juliet really broken her as she had threatened to do? The Amanda I had known for so many years was becoming more and more of a mystery to me. Charles was gradually splitting her in two. Standing by helplessly while she was fractured into pieces was agonizing. She certainly no longer appeared to be the woman I married.

Twenty minutes later my screen flickered again; the image hit me like a punch to my gut. The sudden sound of Amanda's moans filled my office, and I scrambled to lower the volume. Juliet was on top of her, plunging the huge phallus into her. Amanda's legs were wrapped tightly over Juliet's back, and I watched in disbelief as she raised her hips upward to accept the thick shaft with each of Juliet's thrusts. Amanda's arms were spread to each side, her fingers digging into the red velvet duvet beneath her, her eyes locked on Juliet's. Amanda seemed trance-like, locked in Juliet's visual embrace, completely under her control.

"Such a dirty little girl," Juliet hissed. "My dirty little girl. You are, aren't you? My slutty, dirty little girl? Tell me! Tell me what you are!"

Amanda answered in a slow, quiet voice as she gazed into Juliet's eyes.

"I- I'm your dirty little girl."

"No, my darling - you're my slutty, dirty little girl, and a slutty little wife. That's you. Now, tell me again what you are!"

I shivered as Amanda answered without a moment's hesitation.

"I'm your slutty little girl - and a slutty wife."

Juliet turned her head and grinned at the camera again, looking directly up into its eye as she continued. She must have known I'd be watching.

"I know, darling. It's such a shame - that you married a man with such a useless dick. You like this much better, don't you? Juliet's cock will never disappoint you like his does. And his does disappoint you, doesn't it? Go on, you can tell Juliet. You like mine much better, don't you?"

Amanda began to breathe more quickly and deeply as she tore her gaze away from Juliet. Her head fell to one side, staring into the darkness. Amanda's mouth was moving, but not a sound came from her quivering lips. Her head began to tremble, then whip from side to side as though she fought using the words Juliet wanted from her. When Juliet quickened the pace of the immense phallus, Amanda gasped, then looked up at her again.

"You're better!" Amanda gasped, finally. "You're better than him! Better than my husband!"

Juliet plunged into her helpless body faster and faster, rolling her hips against Amanda after burying the dildo to its hilt inside her. I watched Amanda's back arch in a sudden spasm, then heard her long guttural moan escalate to a deafening shriek. Amanda clutched Juliet with her arms and legs, riding out her orgasm as though she was clinging to the belly of a feral tigress. The screen faded to black again, and I collapsed back into my chair, defeated by Juliet once again.

I wanted more than anything to go to Amanda, to rescue her from Juliet's grasp, to console her and tell her I loved her in spite of her new confessions and needs. I wanted to find Juliet and destroy her, but only after seeing her endure hours of much worse t o r t u r e than she had inflicted on us. But I had no idea where the scene took place, no clue of how to contact Amanda, or whether Nickolas was aware of Juliet's a b u s e of my wife. My world was imploding. My beautiful wife had become a woman I no longer knew. My job, even my life, had become an inescapable prison of s u b m i s s i o n and h u m i i a t i o n.

As much as I wanted to flee from my office and the future images that would t o r t u r e me with more of Juliet's sick games, I threw myself into my work that afternoon, hoping I might be able to dig myself out of the hole of misery that was swallowing me.

I moaned out loud when my screen came to life yet again. Juliet lay on her back with her legs spread as Amanda lay between them, her face buried in Juliet's crotch. She grasped Amanda by her hair with both hands, holding her face tightly against her sopping cunt. There was no mistaking Juliet's words now; they were words she wanted me to hear.

"That's it, you filthy little bitch - eat my pussy like you're starved for it! Use your dirty little tongue to get me off! Have a good, long d r i n k from my pussy and remember how you loved it! Faster, you little slut! Don't you dare stop! That's it - oh fuck, yes! You're my little bitch now - you're all mine!"

The upheaval of violent tremors triggered by Juliet's orgasm shook the huge bed. She trapped Amanda's head between her strong thighs as she bucked and moaned, then broke into a hideous laugh as she recovered. Looking up into the camera, just before the screen went black again, she delivered her message to me.

"The little bitch is mine now. She'll never be the same. These tits, this pussy, this adorable little face - all mine now! Every bit of her! All mine! All mine!"

Amanda had collapsed, now silent and still between Juliet's muscular thighs, her angel face buried in the crimson duvet beneath her. It was impossible to tell whether she was u n c o n s c i o u s or merely exhausted. Juliet's cunt lay open and glistening above her; seeing Amanda's sweet mouth on her, her tongue lapping and swirling over Juliet's still engorged clit, had been Juliet's final insult, hurled at me from a place she knew was beyond my reach. Had that not been the case, I'd have ended Juliet myself.

Angered and frustrated that Charles or the Waltzes would allow Juliet's toxic games, I began to explore the company network, foraging into dark corners where I hadn't yet needed to pry. F o r c i n g past the maze of Charles's "secret" drives and folders, I hit a wall. I'm not sure why I spent time trying to peer behind it. I think my anger drove me on, smashing against it, then finally probing more delicately with a few of my own secrets from my collected dark web bag of tricks. The wall would give a bit, then reestablish itself, as though it had been made to appear a dead end. I worked for hours, obsessed with what might lay behind such a fortified "invisible" barrier. The few files I was able to extract were encrypted. I had a few tricks for that as well, but none at work powerful enough to unlock whatever was so heavily protected. I gave up after transferring a few scraps of code to a flash drive, hoping to investigate later on my private server at home. I left the office, exhausted, angry, and more helpless than ever.


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Back at home, later that night, as I lost myself in the effort to decipher the files I had found at work, I heard a light tapping at the back door. It was puzzling; it was unlikely anyone not familiar with our property could navigate the security gate and dark passage between our house and the next in the dark. I went to the door and peered through the glass. Amanda's pleading eyes stared back at me.

She walked by me quietly when I let her in, and I followed her to the kitchen where we usually had our morning talks. I couldn't help staring as I walked behind her. I had tried to convince myself it was my imagination, but her presence there so near to me left no doubt that her body had become leaner and more defined during her time with Nickolas. It made her new breasts look even more striking inside the tiny white halter. Her bare waist was now waspish, her belly flatter and lightly ridged with rows of firm flesh. Her ass had become a perfectly shaped circle of flesh beneath the skintight leather pants that bared her lower belly and hips. Just above the black heels I saw that she still wore the Waltz anklet advertising her acceptance of their ownership. I bristled at the arrogant reminder that she was their property.

"You're staring," she said as she sat at her usual spot at the table.

"Yeah - um - well, you look amazing," I assured her.

"It's all Nickolas," she answered. "The hours he makes me spend at the gym - he even controls my diet. I think it's mostly for his friends; he loves showing off his prized possessions. It's just money and time, really. I do what I'm told, and he gets what he wants. It's - my job. I do it to get what I want, to get what Charles wants, remember?"

She never looked up at me as she spoke. The tone of her voice was almost apologetic, more so than I was used to. She was breathing deeply - her breasts were glorious.

"He doesn't know I'm here," she said after a minute's pause. "He's away, with Victor, out of the country somewhere; he wouldn't say where."

"Well, I'm glad you came. I miss you - you know that, right?"

"Could you have a talk with Charles?" she asked quietly. "I - I have a problem - a serious one. I'm hoping he can help."

"What kind of problem?" As if I didn't know it was a "Juliet problem". I wasn't sure whether Amanda was aware of Juliet's camera, and I wasn't about to tell her, at least for the time being. She was clearly upset, and I was sure it would make things worse for her.

"It's Juliet," she said, still u n w i l l i n g to look up at me. "She, I mean we, um, had sex - kind of. She said she'd ruin us, and worse, if I wouldn't. I woke up in this strange room, and she was there with me. She made me do things. I didn't want to - I really didn't. But I began to feel dizzy, and then a little d r u n k. But then it began to feel good, and I wanted more. I wanted to save us, sweetie, but for some reason, I was so willing to do whatever she wanted. After it happened, I felt sick. I think there was a camera watching us - some parts are still a little hazy to me, like trying to remember a dream. You have to beg Charles to make her leave me alone. I've done a lot for him, but this - I just can't, I can't..."

She began to cry with her face in her hands, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably across the table from me. I couldn't let her know I had watched much of it, and that others may have as well. So, I did my best to act surprised and angry. It was easy to take myself back there, and she was so upset I doubted she could tell I had seen more than I let on. I went to where she sat, put my hands on her shoulders, then stroked her hair softly.

"She has to be stopped," I promised. "She's out of control. I think Charles has some kind of power over her. Whatever that is, maybe she'll listen to him. I know he wasn't happy about how she acted at your party, and he put a stop to it - at least I thought he did. Now I'm not sure how much control he has over her. She is his employee, one whose specialty is exactly the kind of 'persuasion' you suffered through. But I'll have a talk with Charles tomorrow."

Amanda stood and put her arms around me. I could feel her warm breath on my neck.

"Thank you," she told me, her muffled words making her more fragile than ever. "I'm so sorry for what's happened. I can't imagine why you don't hate me. I've fucked so many men. And you in this 'cage thing' - it must be t o r t u r e for you. I'm having all this sex, and you get nothing."

I was stunned by her apology. She'd never shown regret for fucking those men while I stood by and accepted it. In fact, at times she had been happy to throw it in my face as though I deserved to be cuckolded. She had made it clear I was a husband who couldn't satisfy her in bed, a husband who wasn't "man" enough to fuck her like those in her "Alpha male" fantasies.

A moment of anger stabbed at me; her sexual adventures had taken on a life of their own, exploding before my very eyes. Now she had come to me crying for help after a single session with Juliet. Still, I couldn't help wonder if it was part of someone's plan to divide us. As Amanda's persona became more and more fractured, my place as her husband became more blurred, more fragile. Were they counting on me to abandon her when my patience grew thin, when the scattered pieces of my wife were in the hands of so many other men? Then I recalled my own encounter with Juliet, and remembered the lingering fear and *********** when she was done with me. Failing to console Amanda and giving her up to them may be just what they counted on, whoever "they" were.

"It's - not entirely 'nothing'," I reminded her. "You know watching you excites me. You're just - so - beautiful. When you're having sex, I can't take my eyes off you. I still miss sex with you. I mean, I really, really miss it. But watching another man, a man much, um, bigger than me, take you, is unbelievably exciting to me. Seeing you under him, cumming for him - I've found it's better than any fantasy I've ever had. I still can't explain it, but it is. Still, I'd wouldn't feel so abandoned if I could have you too."

I could feel the firm presence of her breasts against my chest as she hugged me, and the stirring of my dick inside my cage as well. Maybe she felt it too.

"You do want to fuck me, don't you, sweetie?" she asked suddenly. Her eyes were on mine; they were a confusing mix of promise and regret.

"Do you think I ever will again?" I asked.

"You're such a good husband. It was never a question of whether I love you or not. And now you're trapped in this - "

She put her hand against the front of my pants, pressed into me until she found rise of my cage, then closed her fingers around it lovingly. Suddenly, her eyes were peering into mine, bright and blazing with unexpected vibrance and excitement.

"Still, I have to confess, keeping you like this gives me a thrilling sense of power sometimes. In between those times, I do feel sorry for you. But you know those times when I fuck other men in front of you and you like it? Times when it gets you harder than you ever were for me? That always completely erases the pity I feel for you. Compared to all those years in the past when we were resigned to accept something less, I think this kind of sex works for both of us now, don't you?"

Her evasion of my question dashed what little optimism I had been able to summon as I tried to calm her. A "thrilling sense of power"? In the future I hoped for, I'd be freed from my cage and we'd fuck again, even if she sought out another "fantasy cock" now and then. In her future, she might keep me as a loving, sexless pet husband, condemned to forget what sex with Amanda was like entirely. Is that really what she was telling me? Fucking hell...

Amanda stepped away from me and spread her arms to the side a bit as if she wanted me to feast my eyes on her body. Her eyes were wide and bright, and she grinned at me as she turned slowly in a complete circle.

"So, you really do like the new me? Try to forget it was all Nickolas. If you didn't know me and saw me on the street, would you come up to me? Flirt with me? Would you want to fuck me?"

As much as the sudden bewildering change in her behavior stunned me, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Yes, she was my Amanda, but brand new in a ravishing, tantalizing aspect. I had always considered Amanda's body to be physical perfection. Now, after Nickolas's handiwork, she had become the manifestation of all men's fantasies folded into the delicious new likeness of my wife. He not only knew how to remake her body in a way that would ignite rampant lust in any man who laid eyes on her, he was able to display her in a way that promised men everything, but only if she considered them worthy. What was it that Amanda had told me? Just "money and time"? She had become the perfect example of what a wealthy, powerful man could provide for his woman, and then what she would become on his arm in public. As if I hadn't felt small enough.

"Again, you do look amazing," I reminded her. "But I did approach you and flirted with you at first sight before you even knew Nickolas. I want to fuck you every second I'm with you. I always have, from the instant we met. Your body, your new breasts, all of it is what Nickolas wants for himself. I love you with or without those things."

Her grin faded as she approached me again, and she took both of my hands in hers. The fire in her eyes became exhausted embers, her voice velvety sweet.

"I know, sweetie. I know. Honestly, I'm not trying to make things more difficult for you. I just want to see if you still love me enough to help me. I don't know what to do, or even who I am anymore. I want to do my best for Charles, but I'm overwhelmed with the kind of sex I get from these men. At times I can't decide whether I'm Charles's spy or just a piece of meat he uses to further his business. I guess I'm both. But I suppose a little uncertainty is a small price to pay for all the amazing sex I'm getting.

"Sweetie, this thing with Julia has made me see this isn't something I want forever. It's become so dark and frightening I'm not sure I want to continue. We could walk away, couldn't we? I know Charles would make it hard for you to find other work, but we'd manage. We have money. We could move away. I could go back to work. You'd be free of your cage, and we'd be a normal couple again. You've gone without sex for so long - wouldn't you like to fuck me again, whenever you wanted?"

"All that's fine," I told her. "But would you be satisfied with that kind of life now? Would I be enough for you? The money would only last so long. Would going back to work in an upscale boutique selling dresses and negligees? I'm not even sure how far-reaching Charles's influence is, or whether he'd be pissed enough to take the time to find us if we left him. And it's not just about the few things we know - I'm pretty sure his business connections aren't all legitimate. Think about the Waltz 'empire'. Are Victor and Nickolas the kind of men you'd feel safe turning your back on? I think you and I both suspect they're behind your recent nightmare with Juliet; at least I'd bet on it."

Amanda looked shocked as she considered my answer. Had she really not put together the pieces, the probability that Juliet, Nickolas, Victor, and Charles were all using us in their respective attempts to further their own interests and likely enjoying the perversions we were made to endure along the way?

"So, you won't go to Charles about Juliet?" she asked. I could see the disappointment crush her hopes.

"I will, but I'm not sure it will matter, Amanda. If Charles is in on it, and he thinks she's scaring you into falling more deeply under his control, it might make things worse. I just don't see him being very sympathetic unless it jeopardizes his business with Victor. Maybe that's the key; I know he's depending on you to give him a win with the new contract. Still, it's a long shot. It might be hard for you to hear, but Charles may keep you around just to fuck you regardless of how the contract is settled. You do remember how all this started, don't you? He had to have you the second he met you."

"Please try, sweetie. You don't know what she's like. She promised to make me a lesbian. She said we'd be having sex all the time, and that I'd never want a real cock again. She threatened to ruin us if I didn't cum for her. So, I pretended as long as I could, but there's something about her - she knew things about my body I didn't know myself. And then, and then, I don't know how or why, I wanted more. Oh God, I actually did cum for her. But I don't want to again - I really don't! She scares me. Please help me, sweetie. Please?"

I did my best not to let on that I had seen Juliet's little show. There was probably a recording of it somewhere, and Amanda would be out of her mind if she knew. I tried to appear shocked and angry, and knew after Amanda's confession I'd have to approach Charles as she asked. I'd do it for her, regardless of the risk.

"I promise I'll have a talk with him, Amanda. I'll do it first thing tomorrow. He sees you as an asset, and I know Juliet has been a thorn in his side in the past. If he thinks she's hurting his business, he'll act."

Amanda smiled at me, then hugged me again. My dick stirred when I felt her firm breasts push into my chest, and I would have done anything to be able to take her upstairs to bed. Her warm breath on my neck again fired my frustration.

"I wish I could make love to you," she whispered. "You haven't been able to cum in such a long time. But someday your cage will come off, and I'll do whatever you like. Think of being inside me again. Think of having my new body, in our bed again. I'd do anything you want - be your little slut, even in public. We could be free, a normal couple again. This could be the start of it. Maybe Charles will understand and let us leave if he can't keep Juliet away from me."

When she backed away from me, I could see her eyes still questioned whether I'd be able to do as she asked. I had never seen her so desperate. But there was a come-hither look about her as well, one I recognized as something she used to seduce a man to satisfy her own needs. Then again, maybe it was just my rabid hunger for her body so close to me, sheathed in Nickolas's designer clothes. I'm not sure whether she read the wariness in my eyes or not.

"Well, I have to go. He has people watching me. I have to get back. Thank you for offering to help. Maybe you don't think I deserve it, but I do appreciate you trying."

She turned to go, then stopped and looked back at me. "When this is over - I mean, if we want to stop - do you think you can love me again?"

"I never stopped," I assured her. "But I have doubted what good it would do to try to go back to the way we were. That's something you'll have to consider. I'm not sure we'll ever be the same, but I'm willing to accept you for who you are now, your new body, and everything I've come to know about you, if you really want to try."

She left me with her puzzling, crooked smile. There was something in it that told me she was grateful for my answer, but within it the sly satisfaction of knowing she still kept my dick prisoner. Watching her perfect ass sway made the metal bars of my cage close in on me, then clamp tightly around my dick as she strolled back through the door into the night.

Oh....just wow!
Mike

Fantastic, so well written. Thank you.

Each chapter this story is getting better and better. Thank you Don 😊🙏🏼