The Game - Sequel to The Key

Time between chapters depends on how long it 'needs to be'. I rarely know beforehand. And, sometimes they practically write themselves, and sometimes it's grueling work. I hate to keep readers waiting, but it has to feel right to me. Many thanks for everyone's patience!

Don

Thank you for writing these wonderful stories, we will be patient
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Just re-read this story, while not entirely my cup of tea, this is a very well written and articulated story. One that the reader can immerse himself into Billy and actually fill the cuckold angst.

It's been a while since Jetman left us here, hoping he might pick it back up.

Don, I'm happy to offer editing assistance. It's been my career. Anything to help - you're truly a gifted writer. PM me if interested.

Another great read.

Are planning on continuing with this story, or...... Are we denied a "Happy" ending..
I love eating my wife after her bull has nutted deep in her..

The Game - Chapter 8

"Do you think they're safe?" I ask Kate. "There aren't any labels or information - just these figurines filled with these red and pink capsules."

"They're different colors? I guess I never noticed. Well, we've been taking them for two days now," Kate answers as she buttons her blouse in front of the bedroom mirror. She studies her reflection as though she's trying to discern any changes. Does she think her looks might have changed? "We seem fine; I don't feel any different, sweetie - do you?"

"Not a bit," I tell her. I wonder if Gabriel's pills are just a prop, a placebo he hopes will have the effects he promised. Kate turns toward me and slides her hand inside my boxers. Her fingertips dance lightly over the head of my dick as she flashes a sexy smile. I love it when she does this - it warms me, assures me my wife is glad I'm not a prisoner of the cage. But I'm not getting hard; in fact, my dick isn't responding at all. Her smile widens. Those wide eyes are so fucking beautiful, so full of promise.

"Don't you want to fuck?" she asks me. "I'm still horny from our time with Gabriel. It's your husbandly duty," she teases.

But none of her usual proven tricks to get me erect succeed. I want her, but my body disappoints me. Not just a little. I'm completely limp with no sign of responding.

"Maybe they are working," Kate says as she withdraws her hand. "He said you would have trouble getting hard."

"He said 'gradually' Kate. Fuck, if it's working this soon, I can't imagine what it will continue to do 'gradually'. I had hoped we'd have some time..."

"To fuck? Before he gets his turn? That's so sweet - one or two final times with me before we play his game? But sweetie, I think he made it clear that the game is on - that my body will belong to him. You even agreed to it. I thought giving me to other men excited you. Do you want to stop? Gabriel said we can, any time we want."

There's something about the way she says his name - something in her voice that's soft and enticing, even reverent, but just for a second.

"It's just that this has happened so fast," I complain. "He said 'gradually'. Maybe I'm just tired this morning. We were up late, and I didn't s l e e p very well. Let's do what he wants, at least for now."

Kate looks relieved. I imagine how much she must want his cock. Depriving her of it would disappoint her, maybe even frustrate her. At least I don't have to wear the cage. And, I'm sure I'd be fine if I stopped taking the pills.

"You know, he did say there were other ways we could have sex, Billy."

She raises the hem of the short, pleated skirt she had chosen to wear to work and places her hand on my shoulder. I stare between her legs as she pushes me to my knees. She's naked beneath the skirt, freshly shaved and lotioned from belly to toes. It leaves a glistening sheen over her bare skin, and smells of coconut. She's so wet. Swollen. Oozing. Dripping.

"You're, um, going to work like this?"

"I know, it's pretty daring," she tells me as I stare. "But today I felt like showing off a little, taking a chance that someone might get a quick look. So many of my customers are men, so it could be good for business. It's sexy, don't you think?"

"It's sexy to me, but you're really going to let strange men see you like this? I mean, showing some skin to make a sale is one thing, but you're naked under there, and this skirt is so short. And, it looks like you just shaved this morning, and used that body lotion I like so much - the stuff that smells great and makes your skin glisten. Are you trying to get laid today? Are these pills affecting you more than you realize?"

Or, is it that she's not willing to admit the changes? For some reason I'm unusually nervous today, and full of questions. There's a sense of possessiveness I can't seem to shake.

"Are you seeing Aidan today? Is he stopping by the shop for one of his 'visits' after you close?" I ask.

"Oh sweetie, this isn't for him! If he stops by, I'm sure he'd love to see me like this, but it's for no one in particular. I just feel extra sexy today and wanted to tease a few of my customers. You like it when other men look at me, don't you? When they stare at my body? And, I can look too, can't I? Maybe when a hot young guy comes in and he's wearing something that shows how hard I make him? But don't worry - even if he's hung like Aidan, I'll tease him a little and send him on his way, hopefully after selling him some very expensive outfits. Maybe he'll even think of me when he's fucking his wife or girlfriend."

"I guess I'm thinking back to the first time Aidan saw you, then fucked you there in the shop. Would you do that again, with a total stranger?"

Kate pulls the skirt higher. Her bare belly flattens, then pouts a bit when each breath deepens. God, she's naked from her belly to the black, strappy heels. So much silky, firm skin made ready for a parade of strange men who would be unexpectedly excited by a lingering look.

"Is that exciting for you, Billy? Believing I'll fuck a customer for a sale? Or maybe one who offers to pay to fuck your wife? It's okay - I wouldn't do it, but I love knowing you think they'd want me that much. Maybe it would be a young, hung guy on the football team at the college, or a rich, handsome CEO? What would they do to me, Billy? You know I love hearing your dirty fantasies about me."

My hands close around her thighs and pull her close. There are too many fantasies swimming in my head to resist - too many fantasies my wife wants to hear me confess. Then my mouth is on her, kissing her inner thighs, slithering upward to the hot, wet opening. I penetrate her with a frantic tongue, trace lingering trails along her hardened clit, then lap urgently into a pool of her juices that coat my mouth and face. She convulses and thrusts her hips against me as a long, guttural moan escapes from deep within her.

"Oh fuck, Billy - you want it - don't you - those men - all those men - fucking me - filling your wife's pussy - making me cum - cumming in me - "

Kate goes on and on, making it last, bathed in sensations that assure her I'd let them have her body, and then welcome my used wife back to me. When she cums, we shiver together, her body rocking and quaking against me, her gasps turning into unearthly sounds that take her to unknown places.

I'm still flaccid when it's over. The craving for her body remains - in fact, it's more intense as I cling to her bare, still-quivering belly. I feel her fingers weaving gently through my hair, the loving gratitude of a wife whose husband's sacrifice of his orgasm gives her a shattering one in its place. But my frustration lingers; my need for relief stays at its height. I feel I might burst as the captive pool of semen inside me begs for release.

"You're so much better, Billy," she whispers finally. "I mean, at this. Better than all of them. Charles, Victor, Aidan, and all the rest. I never told you, and I should have. I know that you love me when you make me cum like this; none of the others loved me. Not one of them showed me with his mouth - ever. I should have told you that back then. Maybe it would have made things easier for you. Maybe you'd never have doubted that I loved you, that I'll stay with you forever. God, Billy, your tongue is such sweet magic."



***

We both feel the effects of the pills escalate as the week continues. Kate picks the tiniest outfits from the racks in her shop to wear every day now. It's obvious to anyone there that she's completely abandoned any hint of modesty. I leave her there in the city on Tuesdays, my mouth watering as the pristine, white blouse yawns open, displaying the inner curves of her breasts, her nipples hard little buttons that poke at the silky fabric as though they might burst through it. I wonder if she dresses for certain special customers, or the stranger she'd fuck if given the chance. Sometimes it's the plaid, pleated 'school-girl' skirt and white, fitted blouse, while other days the black, leather pencil skirt and black lace c h o k e r suggest she expects a different clientele altogether.

Kate's appetites are now relentless and unquenchable - she masturbates in our bed every night when she thinks I'm asleep, even after I try my best to satisfy her with my face buried in her pussy. My dick has never recovered - it's now useless for anything except taking a piss, but my constant craving for sex increases day after day. Kate doesn't seem to mind much. She tells me it's just a game and our sex life is fine, that I shouldn't worry. From the sounds she makes, I'm sure she thinks hers is.

"It's a shame you have to drive all that way to the city and back, just to take me to work," she says one day. "We could get a second car - we can afford it from the shop's income alone. Yours isn't exactly new; what if it breaks down and needs repair? How would we get into the city? And, I could come home to you every night - you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She was right. It was time.

The shop is closed on Mondays, so we go car shopping. "I want something small, easy to park, and, I've been thinking, sporty too. And red. I love red." I can see she's excited. She's beaming, with her unforgettable wide, all-consuming smile. I can't take my eyes off her while she drives; the hot pink halter top and tiny white shorts would normally have me hard for her. Instead, my dick fails to respond, but my pulse ratchets to double its rate and my gut churns in frustration. She turns to peer at me now and then through the large, oval dark glasses that hide what surely must be a mix of adoration, lust, and expectation. She's a glamour queen. Below the glasses, she's a scorching, in-the-flesh, reincarnation of Li'l Abner's Daisy Mae. Any salesman we encounter doesn't have a chance.

We pass a row of dealerships along the busy corridor of upscale businesses. Kate slows and pulls in along rows of gleaming Maserati sedans and sexy convertibles. I cringe when I consider the prices, but I can tell Kate is in her private little fantasy world. Who am I to shatter that, at least for the moment?

"Do you know anything about Italian cars?" I ask, as we enter the showroom.

"I know they're sexy, Billy. You want me to look sexy, don't you? So guys will notice me?"

"I'm sure you don't need a car for that." A silver-haired salesman appears behind us, grinning at Kate as he dishes out the compliment. "Let me show you our newest arrival." He never glances at me, and offers to lead Kate to the red convertible across the towering glass lobby. She pushes her glasses up into her hair, winks at me, then turns and walks with him, rolling her hips just enough to promise him, what?

I stare. And, I remind myself how insanely lucky I am to have her. She's a mouthwatering vision as she walks away with him, the white shorts stretched over her perfect ass, her legs flexing as she strides like a proud feline beside him. She has him laughing immediately, chatting with him like he's an old friend. When they stop at the blazing red convertible, she gushes, places her hand lightly on his arm, and smiles up at him as though he's just given her the car as a present.

"It's - so, me," she tells him.

"Well, I think so too," he tells her, grinning. "Would you like to go for a ride?"

"I'd love that," she coos, batting her eyes at him.

He retrieves the keys, opens the driver's side door for her, and she slides in like the leather seat's an impatient hand waiting to palm her firm, round ass. She flashes me a lascivious smile and the tires chirp as she pulls into traffic.

I help myself to a second cup of coffee at the far end of the showroom. Two salesmen turn from the towering window where they watch Kate's 'enthusiastic' departure. They whisper back and forth, grinning and glancing over at me now and then. Yes, my wife is the kind of woman you'd give anything to fuck. And I know just watching her prance and preen gives them a bit of a chub. And yes, I do know what a lucky man I am.

I wait thirty minutes, then close to an hour. More grins and whispers from the salesmen. Jesus, Kate - they think you're fucking him. Are you?

He helps her out of the car when they get back. She lets the skirt ride up to her hips as she slides out and spreads her legs just long enough to show him her freshly shaved pussy. He's starry-eyed, almost disoriented as he stares. She's holding his hand as they return to where I wait, in full view of every employee. He's red-faced and concerned as he looks for any spectators. Kate's beaming, still chatting and joking with him, her hair teased by a sudden breeze. Her breasts and legs are a feast for everyone's eyes.

As they enter, I hear Kate tell him, "I love it, but let's see what my brother thinks. He's so protective - he worries what men must think of me when I lose myself in the moment and appear to be, well, you know. A little too impetuous? Do you think I am?"

He looks at me with a kind of newfound relief, as though thankfully I'm not Kate's boyfriend or husband. He's confused now though, and not sure how to answer Kate. Maybe I'm not Kate's husband, but just how protective is her 'brother'? Will I k i l l the deal after he's already calculated his commission, turning his fantasies of Kate into cock-wilting disappointment? I smile as though I see through him. I know, buddy. You want to fuck her - it's the 'icing' on top of your commission.

They're here in front of me before he has a chance to answer. "I think you're smart enough to decide on your own, Kate," he tells her. "I tell all my customers they shouldn't settle for anything less than what's perfect for them. And, I think you know this one's perfect. You look great in it, and you'll love driving it."

"Let me talk it over with my brother first, but I think you're right - I loved our little drive." She answers him with a smile that promises more than just a sale, then takes me aside to talk.

"So, I'm your brother now?" I whisper. "You should sell cars yourself - maybe dressed in some of your outfits. I'd buy one without a test drive."

"Oh, you're such a sweet brother." She gushes and grins. I notice an extra button undone on the front of the halter top; it's more than daring. Her breasts are luscious, and mostly exposed. Ordinarily, I'd be hard, but that's been impossible lately thanks to Gabriel.

"So, do you like it? Enough to spend that kind of money?" I ask. God, she's so adorable.

"We, um, have that kind of money now, don't we? He promised me a good price, almost wholesale," she says. Her eyes are pleading for my approval. Jesus, everyone is taking in her body as we talk. That alone should get me hard. It should, but doesn't.

"We can get the money, Kate, if you want it this badly. You do look amazing in it - even better without him in the passenger seat. You were gone a long time - did anything 'happen' during your test drive that won you such a good deal?"

She grins at me, leans closer, and whispers in my ear - careful not to let our bodies touch. Careful not to show too much affection for her 'brother'.

"We stopped near the park in a nice shady spot - and I might have put my hand in his pants - and I might have taken his cock out - and he might have cum in my hand. He wanted a real date, but I said I have a boyfriend."

God - I can feel her breath on my ear, her lips grazing me as she "confesses". Is it true, or is she teasing me, testing me, torturing me, knowing how much I want her?

"He's cute, in a nerdy kind of way..." she goes on. "The date? I told him I'd have to think about it, and that we'd have to keep it a secret so my boyfriend doesn't find out. And it would be very risky - he's a big guy, and he gets furious when other men hit on me. I'm not going to fuck him, Billy, but I might suck his cock if it gets me the car. Yes, I want it that much. So?"

"So, do you plan on seeing this guy, I mean, after the deal is done?"

"Oh, come on, Billy. He has a wife and two kids. I saw their picture on his desk. He's kinda cute, but he's not someone who would play our games. He has a nice, average cock. He's so nerdy, and seems so desperate. I've seen his wife's picture; she's pretty, but far from sexy - the 'wholesome' type. She'd never give him a hand job in public like I did; I could tell by how shaken he was when I took his cock out. He grinned and grinned after he came, like he never imagined a woman would do that, not even his wife. She'd be devastated if she found out. A date? No way I'd do that to her."

"Okay, but just remember, we were told not to do anything that makes us conspicuous," I remind her. "Charles and his associates won't be in prison forever. We have a lot to lose, maybe our lives if he finds us. You do look amazing in the car, but men will be after you all the time. You'll have to be cautious about how you deal with that."

"Oh Billy, I think you might be jealous! You shouldn't be, you know. You're so special to me - no other man could be the husband you are."

"You mean, no other man would get off watching guys fuck you and still want you as his wife. I get that, but I hope there's more to it than that."

"Billy, after everything we've been through? How could I not love you more than I'd ever love any man? I'm not going anywhere."

"In that case, I'll transfer some cash, and it'll be yours."

She hugs me, in an intentionally 'sisterly' way, then strolls back across the showroom floor to let him know.


***

The next day Kate calls me from her shop just before noon. "I've been thinking about what you said, you know, about staying inconspicuous. And the more I picture myself in that red car, the more I worry I might seem, um, too easy - like I'm trolling for, well, you know. I don't need to do that now - I have Aidan, and Gabriel, and you, of course. I can't imagine that wouldn't be enough for me."

"I can't imagine you keeping up with both of them at the same time," I tell her. "I can imagine them competing for time with you. You have no idea what Gabriel will want from you yet, but I can imagine that too. He's a big, powerful guy, who no doubt has some very kinky ideas about what he'd do with my wife's body. And, he knows I'd probably be fine with it."

There's silence from Kate for a while; I can hear her breathing into the phone - deep, heavy breathing. It's teasing in a way, but also more than that. It excites me to know my description of Gabriel's intentions does this to her.

"Aidan dropped by today - he's - here - with me - now."

She's breathing heavier, in ragged little gasps that she doesn't try to hide from me.

"I told him about the car - and how I have - some reservations - about - how it would make me - look. He - took me out to another - dealership, one where he - knows the owner."

She's giggling now, and I know he's doing things to her that remain a mystery to me.

"There was this silver Mercedes in the showroom, a sexy convertible, an SL Roadster I think it was called. Billy, it's both sexy and classy - and Aidan - got me an amazing deal. It was funny - the owner looked me over more than once, like he knew Aidan was fucking me. Aidan noticed, and told him I'm a 'special' friend of Breigha's and his - and, oh God Aidan, please stop for a minute - anyway, the salesman just smiled. It's the car I want, Billy. Are you upset that Aidan helped me find it instead of you?"

"I know the car," I tell her, "and I'm glad you found one you like. I think it's perfect for you - classy and sexy. Men will look at you differently, but they'll still look. Did Aidan take you to lunch after?"

"Um, sweety, I was so grateful and excited. We spent some time together upstairs here at the shop. I can't believe he's still so horny for me after we...."

"You mean you fucked, right? And you might again after we've talked?"

"Well, it's the best way I can think of to thank him - don't you agree?"

"I know - you're very, very grateful, right?" I'm grinning, teasing her.

"Maybe even more than that. God, Billy, he's so wonderful in bed - he makes me cum so hard, with so little effort. He's like this well-oiled sex-machine. But this time was special. We both came together, and it was like nothing else existed. It was wonderful. But you know I love you, Billy, much more than I could ever love him, right? Even in your present 'state'?"

"I believe you, Kate. It's fine. I'll be there in an hour. We can go back, do the paperwork, and you can drive it home. Wear something sexy so all the guys at the dealership can get another look at you. You know how I love showing you off."

"Um, but Billy, they're all pretty sure I'm fucking Aidan. Are you sure you want to go there and have me introduce you as my husband?"

"I know it's strange, Kate, but it kind of excites me having them think he's fucking you. I'm looking forward to how they react to my delicious little wife fucking around with her 'boyfriend', then showing up with her husband to pay for the car. Wear something sexy."

"I see - so, you want me to play the slutty wife for them? Your very grateful, cheating wife? I can do that, if you want. You know I can. But I'll do it for you, not them. I love that look you get when you see other men want me. How it gets you all shakey and trembly, like you can't tell whether I'll let them fuck me or not. Maybe you wonder if they're really, really hung and I want theirs more than yours? Is that what you want, Billy? To worry a little? That your wife might find a new, bigger, better stud?"

Now I can feel that she's grinning, teasing me back.

"You're the only woman who can do all that to me, Kate. You know you are. And I love you for it. So, make me wonder. Make me tremble and shake. Make me want you more than ever when strange men try to pick you up. Because you're MY sexy little slut, and you make me happier than I've ever been."

"I'll call the salesman now, sweetie - right now. If you pick me up later today before they close, I'll show you what I know you want to see. I have just the thing to wear. Bye!"

There has always been this thing when Kate calls herself a slut and then assures me that she loves me. She knows how the contradiction gets my attention and always gets me hard for her. She's taken my
s u b m i s s i o n to her needs beyond what I thought my limits would ever be, and knows just how far to push my fantasies now that we have a safer life. And now, for the first time, she's safely within arm's length but unavailable to me. There's no artificial barrier like the cage, but a natural one - my inability to get hard, even with her most extreme provocation. I've willingly sacrificed what other men can give her to play The Game. Gabriel's pills work all too well. I'm completely impotent, but Kate's libido, and mine as well, is running wild. If this wasn't a game, I'd be terrified. But I play willingly. It excites me. Kate now needs constant sex more than ever, and I have no choice but to watch her brazen trolling for it. But my God, the helplessness is both painful and excruciatingly delicious. Kate will find what she needs, and for the time being, I'll be powerless to compete with men who satisfy her. Still, it's only a game, right?

It's not as if I'm castrated - my urge to fuck Kate never ends, and my fantasies about her with a hung Bull occupy me constantly. The helplessness that it brings is like a fever when she does what she does to me. Everything about The Game is working for us. Although it resurrects the angst that was a constant companion when I watched Kate's body used by so many of Charles's clients. Now, voluntarily sacrificing her body to Aidan and Gabriel renews the restless eroticism from the past without the obsessive fears of violence and loss I juggled in the past.

There was a duty to it all back then, and a fear that refusing to cooperate with Charles would bring punishment and ultimately disaster for us. Now, in the absence of his threats, my s u b m i s s i o n to Kate's increasingly daring whims is surprisingly rewarding. Our past has changed me, in ways I never could have imagined. Somewhere along the way, pain became pleasure, h u m i l i a t i o n became a willing passenger, and Kate's body became other men's freely available luscious trophy.

Kate seems to become more beautiful, more seductive, every minute of every day. She's so much her own woman now, not the adorable woman-c h i l d I married. Sometimes in my head, I hear her tell me, "If I want sex, I'll just choose a man and get fucked," knowing I'll not only allow it, I can't wait for her to parse out the details.

The Game, the pills, Adain, Breigha, all of it has us swimming in a sea of heart-racing turmoil. Where will it take us? How far should we dare to go for them? Is Kate imagining Gabriel's cock prying her open while she stares quietly and smiles at me across our breakfast table? It's frightening to see how much Kate wants more of it. At least, for the first time, we're not prisoners; we've volunteered, given ourselves to The Game. The expectations consume us; we're each following a selfish internal path forward, unique and self-fulfilling, but still driven by an unshakable future as husband and wife. Our love has been tested repeatedly until it's become a safety net that will hopefully prevent our fall. I'm certain that eventually, Kate and I will fuck. For the time being, our journey to that day keeps us afloat and paddling deep waters between twenty-foot swells, promising us a new, rewarding destination that has always been just out of reach.

As always, I love your work Don! The way you understand the angst we willingly suffer for our better halves is incredible. Every cap and verse you write always makes me grateful to be a cuck, thank you ❤️🙏🏼 x

I can't imagine a nicer compliment, BumNote. Although I've never 'suffered' like some of my characters, I do take a lot of the excitement and angst from my real life as a hotwife husband. I'm very glad you're enjoying it.

My next chapter is almost complete - it's longer and has more sex. 'Gabriel' is based on someone L and I know very well - physically not the same, but very much 'Gabriel' in his behavior. Kate IS L, her submissiveness to him, and her care and concern for me. It's all a mix of our past and our imaginations. L chooses not to do any of the actual writing, but she does offer some guidance now and then over my shoulder. "Oh - I'd do (or say) this, but not that!" Even then, sometimes I choose to go where she'd fear to tread. That's just fantasy.

Don

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

The Game - Chapter 9

"So, where are we meeting him?" I ask.

Kate focuses on the road as she drives her new Mercedes through the bumper-to-bumper traffic on a busy Saturday night. I can see she's preoccupied with her destination and private expectations about our "date" with Gabriel. I hadn't expected him to ask us both to dinner; I assumed Kate would meet him alone after our stunning introduction at Aidan and Briegha's home.

Kate had asked me to wear it just before we left her shop. She opened my pants and began to attach what appeared to be a few leather straps around my balls and dick. I recognize it from our first visit with him and cringe when I understand I'll have to wear the leather harness at an upscale restaurant during dinner. Yes, it's part of The Game, but I was counting on merely an evening of sexy banter with Gabriel. This time the band that circles my upper scrotum seems wider. It's soft leather, but it f o r c e s my balls even farther away from my body, squeezing them into a tight little clump between my legs. I flinch now and then, all too aware of the dull ache each time I reposition myself in my seat. I look over to see Kate's half-hidden smile and let out a sigh of reluctance.

"I'm sorry. I know it's uncomfortable, sweetie, but Gabriel's the one who wants you to wear it tonight," Kate had told me as she started the car and maneuvered it into traffic. She glances over at my lap as she drives. I squirm. It aches when my inner thighs close against it, and I groan each time the car stops too abruptly at a traffic light.

"I can't help being a little excited by it though," she says, finally. "Wearing it is a sign that you're open to letting him control our sex life. In The Game, you're his, just as much as I am. I love that you're doing it - wearing it without a single complaint. I see it as your offer of s u b m i s s i o n to this very sexy man who wants your wife. Do you feel it too? Just like in our fantasies? God, sweetie - every bit of your manhood is held prisoner there in your pants tonight while he's my actual date! I think it's sooo hot - don't you?"

Kate's shivering with excitement. Her libido has been on fire since taking Gabriel's pills. It makes me want her more than ever, but my version of his 'medication' keeps me flaccid and useless in bed. There's a nervousness that occupies me constantly - the frustration resulting from an increased awareness of how she flaunts her body to men in public, countered by the inability to orgasm or even achieve much of an erection.

Kate explores my lap for a few seconds with a free hand to see if I'm hard. I'm not. But I want to be. Even if she "belongs" to Gabriel tonight. Still, I let out another groan when her hand probes a sensitive spot.

"Try to enjoy this, Billy," she says. Her voice changes to that of a m o t h e r comforting her small c h i l d. "This is what he wants - you know that. And I know you find pleasure in having a dominant man play with me. You have since that first time in Charles' office when he made you watch. Yes, Gabriel's taken your erections from you, sweetie. But this is the way The Game is played. I know you can find the same kind of excitement you discovered when you first watched Charles take me. Remember how I gave in to him so quickly? Whether you wanted to admit it or not back then, you loved watching another man strip me and fuck me. I know you did. I could tell; you were SO hard."

I can see reliving the past elevates her arousal. She wants me to go there with her, but imagining her in Charles' hands only pushes me farther down a well of nervous angst. I'm not sure she's even aware that her banter
t o r t u r e s me. Kate's consumed with an aggressive need to put herself in Gabriel's hands tonight. There's a certain wildness in her eyes that I remember back when Vicente was fucking her. My fear that she'll fall for Gabriel the same way lingers in my gut. Is she his already?

I finally find a position that spares my balls much of the discomfort and stare out the window. I know my place tonight - I've known for a long time now. It's a night for Kate and her "dream man" - a night planned to encourage me to meekly defer and for Kate to submit completely to him. A night for my dick to drool out of sight while my nervous arousal fills me with longing. I tell myself to man up, that I'll be fine. Still, I'd give anything to have Kate pull over fuck me in the first dark alley we pass.

"It's - just after the next light, on the right, I think," Kate tells me. "Their website had a photo of the entrance. Look for a white building with columns in front. 'Second Empire' should be high up, above the columns, in big gold letters above the entrance. There should be parking in the back, so help me look for the turn."

The place is ablaze with light and the driveway to the parking lot is well-marked. Kate takes the turn before I can say a word; it's as though she's been driving the car for years. She's been full of surprises lately. Gone are the days of my driving beside my pretty, innocent little wife. She's a confident, well-heeled beauty now, both siren and smart businesswoman, dressed in ways to let men know only an elite group of cock-sure lovers should dare to approach her. The prize is always there though, always on display, but with a clear message that only the biggest and best need apply.

It does scare me a little, at times. I look over as she drives, her one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift, the firm, delicate muscles of her arms masters of control. She's chosen a stark white blouse with tiny buttons and looped eyelets down the front. It molds her bust and narrows just below her breasts, cinching her narrow, lithe waist. Below, the black chiffon skirt billows outward, flaunting a daring, freely open space about her upper thighs. I sense Kate wants everyone to know why we're here. She knows men will sneak glances as their wives sit by quietly and pretend not to notice. I wonder if their wives will be envious or angered by their husband's furtive, public betrayal.

There's something aggressive about the way Kate wears the clothes. The blouse bares her arms and shoulders with pride, and the collar's turned up, flaring outward in the back and along the sides of her neck. It's both feminine and fearless, and I wonder if that was her intent. Farther down, her sharply defined legs are a flagrant display of hours in the gym and her daily, five-mile runs. The skirt rises over her thighs as she works the clutch and brake. I look closer, again and again, until I see a fleeting hint of her black lace panties when the skirt rises. It shakes me a bit, but it's satisfying as well. She's telling me, and everyone who sees her, who she is now.

We park, and she leans over to kiss me before she opens her door. It's a long, wet, probing kiss that I don't expect. She's almost frantic as she pulls me close. Her fingers play at the back of my neck, and I'm shaking before she backs away a little, her eyes locked on mine.

"I'm so lucky. You're such a sweet man," she coos. "Are you okay? I'd love to know what you're thinking - about me, and Gabriel?"

I'm so used to describing Kate as "adorable". But the creature staring at me now is a luscious, seductive woman who knows exactly what she needs and how to get it. She knows no boundaries or inhibition, unafraid to use her past to guide her future. Suddenly, I remember all the men who have had her; but then her eyes reflect that she's 'had' them as well. Used them. Taken their arrogance, their dominance, their bodies, cocks and all, and found a way to integrate their hunger for her as both a defense and a weapon. I wonder if Gabriel knows with complete certainty who and what she's become.

"I'm thinking you're my smart, incredibly gorgeous wife, and that whatever happens tonight, you'll own it. I can't say I'm not a little worried myself though. I envy him, in a lot of ways. Still, I can see you're attracted to him. I guess we both want what he has in store for you tonight. I know you want his cock, but do you want him too? Is there more than a physical attraction here?"

"Try to keep in mind what we've been through, Billy," she tells me. "The only thing I want from Gabriel or Aiden...,"

Kate puts her hand down my pants and worms her fingers around my flaccid dick, pulling and stroking it.

"...is what Gabriel's made sure you can't give me now. But that's not forever. It's just a game, Billy. One we both want to play, right?"

Kate lowers her voice to almost a whisper, but there's a direct assertiveness to it that shakes me. It's no longer meant to comfort me - its purpose is to persuade, excite, maybe even to control.

"I want his cock, Billy," she tells me. "I want him to fuck me. And I know you want to watch that. You want to give me to him - for sex. You want him to do to me what you can't, and you know I'll love you for it. You may not like to say it, but you crave all of that, Billy. You want it as much as I do."

I'm both fearful and excited by what I know to be true. My inner urge is to keep Kate from this giant, to protect her, to own her myself. But he's superior in ways I can't hope to challenge. His attitude, his body, and his cock - together, his mere presence holds us as eager participants. Kate's shown how she loves submitting to him. And, as much as our past haunts me, there's a perverse arousal in becoming pawns in his version of The Game. He's going to own my wife's body. He's going to use her for his perverse whims, and he'll expect me to allow it. Allow it? Jesus - I want it, in ways that make me guilty, ashamed, and more excited than I've ever been. In a very frightening way, I can't wait to see how he makes Kate his, and how she surrenders her body to him. And if I'm honest with myself, I want to surrender to him as Kate's helpless husband as part of this "game". It appeals to the infectious changes in me brought about by Charles's control. Simmering beneath our new life together, the uncertainty rises in me at times when I'm most vulnerable to it. Kate is a woman other men instinctively desire. Charles opened the door for her to find sensual pleasures far beyond her most erotic dreams. He altered both of us, possibly forever. Do I have what Kate needs to satisfy her after that? Will she always need more? The waves of angst keep me gasping for some assurance of safety.

"I suppose it's the nagging memories of what Charles put us through - but I know this is different," I admit to Kate. "He hasn't put me in one of those cages, but he's still made me useless to you in bed. I'm completely impotent. I'm screaming inside right now, nervous, useless, and wanting you more than ever, knowing he's waiting to put his hands on you. I miss your body, Kate - more than I can say. I miss reclaiming you after Aidan has had you, and I know there will be more of it when Gabriel has you too."

"So, do you want to stop?" Kate asks, her eyes intently focused on the road ahead. Suddenly, her tone becomes more sympathetic. "I want this to be good for both of us - I don't want to hurt you like before..."

"No - no, I'll be fine. I was fine when we were alone with him. It's just the idea of the three of us in public together, I guess. It's likely to be embarrassing."

"They'll think he's a friend, or maybe a coworker, Billy. He's not going to be wearing a sign that says, 'I'm fucking this man's wife'. And what if it does get a little intense? Let them think whatever they want. Most people are too clueless to remotely imagine what we're doing there with him."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right, Kate. You are exceptionally beautiful tonight. You dressed for him, didn't you?"

Kate smiles again as she scans the road ahead of us. Her voice is low and sultry. "I know how it excites you, Billy - showing off my body to other men. You know Gabriel's special. And I know you'd love to see him fuck me, wouldn't you? Standing by, playing with yourself, my sweet husband surrendering his wife to this rutting Bull of a man? Mmmm, I'm so wet thinking about it. He's going to own us, Billy. If we both didn't want that, we wouldn't be here. Will you say it? Say those words, so I know you want this too?"

I'm gasping and trembling as her words seem to fill the car until I'm s m o t h e r i n g in them. She paints pictures in my head, but at the same time, I love her for her ability to chase my doubts and fears into the void. With only a few words, she makes me crave everything she craves. It seems right to put her body in his hands tonight. It seems right that I defer to him, that I put Kate's needs ahead of mine.

I swallow hard and confess. "I suppose I do want this, but the limits...I'm not sure what they might be. I'm jumping off a cliff without knowing how far the fall might be. And, I guess, how much it might hurt when I land. Still, when you say these things to me, that you're so wet for this 'rutting Bull' of a man, I can't control these urges, this obsession to see you enjoy the kinds of pleasure I can't give you. I can't get hard now thanks to his pills...but imagining your face, your eyes fluttering, your lips parted to accept him when you cum...my God... it's..."

Surrendering my wife to him should make me hard. Kate's most skilled attempts fail, but she sees through me and senses my frustration.

"Billy - it's Gabriel who's done this to you - well, his 'medicine'. It won't be forever. But for now, let's try to play along in a game where Gabriel owns us as a couple. He's taken away our sex life for now, but he's not Charles. You don't owe him a thing. You don't have to fear him, or the consequences of simply saying 'no' to him. Remember that."

"I remember," I assured her. "Sometimes I just need to be reminded, and I love that you always remember to do that. We should go inside before I talk myself out of this; Gabriel will be waiting for us."

Oh - first, one more thing, Billy."

She opens my pants and clips a leather cord to the wide band snugged about my balls. I feel a brief tug as she extracts it. The entire harness contracts a bit, and it rewards me with a weak chub - just enough to create a small, embarrassing bump at the front of my pants.

"Gabriel wants you to wear it every time the three of us are together in public. He wants me to keep your genitals in my possession as if they belong to me. It will help you keep your mind on The Game without too many distractions. I have to admit, in a surprisingly strange way, leading my husband by his testicles while I'm out with Gabriel gives me an exhilarating sense of power and control. Is it terribly uncomfortable?"

Kate zips me up and tucks the free end of the cord under my belt, then lowers her hand to my lap again.

"I didn't know it would help make you hard, sweetie. You are excited about tonight, aren't you?"

I stare at her hand in my lap. Her fingers prod and explore softly, then more aggressively.

"It's - not very hard though, is it?" she tells me in a way that's almost an apology. "I suppose that's due to Gabriel's 'medicine' as well," she says.

"I suppose it is, Kate," I confess. "And I am excited, Kate. I know Gabriel is the kind of man you've always fantasized about. I want you to be happy, and, um..."

"Satisfied, sexually, Billy? It would mean so much to me if I could hear you say it, out loud - like you really mean it? Please? Tell me you'll give up my body to him tonight, and that you'll be a good boy? He'll be the man at our table who owns your wife tonight. He'll want everyone to see that, and that my husband sits quietly by and allows it. You'll enjoy what everyone sees, won't you?"

Surprisingly, my erection grows as the leather band cinches the base of my dick more tightly. Its immediate heft pulses with life and fills me with joy. If I had my way, we'd stop and fuck right here in the car.

It isn't difficult to say here in the privacy of her new car. So, I put a pretty ribbon on her new toy.

"I want you to be satisfied, Kate - by a man like Gabriel. I've been so useless...so, I want you to enjoy him. I just don't want you to stop loving me. I want you to be the wife I know and love. Can you do that, and still take a man like him as your lover?"

"I'm not going anywhere, silly." She laughs and gives my dick one last squeeze. "I do love that I can get still you hard, even if it is only a little. My husband still wants to fuck me after all that's happened - even minutes before we have dinner with a man who can and will fuck me whenever he wants me. Try to remember that I'm giving him my body, Billy - not my love. Now, let's not keep him waiting, okay?"



***

Gabriel's waiting in the lobby when we enter. His size and build make him a conspicuous vision to the women who pass by on their husbands' arms. They smile discreetly after secret, fleeting glances, some pausing at his crotch as though they hope to find some clue to his envisioned endowment. His black, tailored suit displays the body beneath it to perfection - a towering giant whose physique is both nature's blessing and the result of dedicated years in the gym. I glance there too, remembering when my tailor asked whether I "dressed" to the left or right. I'm relieved when I can't tell what he may have told his tailor, although I know all too well what's lurking there between his legs.

I take Kate's hand as we approach. I need a sense of my place here as the husband she loves, that she's "not going anywhere" after this Bull of a man fucks her. I remind myself this is still just a game, even though this time it's played out in public. He's watching us, and when she sees him she moves her hand away as though she's sending him a message.

"Ah - there you are! Kate, you're stunning!" he tells her in a voice clearly not reserved for the two of us. He takes her in his arms and they hug for much too long to be just friends. Her hand is on his shoulder, and she's whispering something close to his ear. I stand by helplessly before them and watch, embarrassed by their intimacy. Are people staring, or is it just my imagination? Please don't put your hand on his cock, Kate - not here.

Gabriel smiles at me over her shoulder as they hug, then offers me his hand. "It's so good of you to bring her tonight, Bill," he tells me. There's something arrogant and condescending in the smile he shoots me. He might as well have thanked me out loud for surrendering my wife to him in this busy, upscale restaurant. I swallow hard and nod, my gut churning.

She's impossible to miss as she approaches us.

"Gabriel - it's so good to see you again! I see you've brought friends tonight. We've saved your usual table. If you'll follow me..."

The woman is as tall as Gabriel, a svelt, houte-coture model worthy of a place on a high fashion runway. Her golden hair is pulled off her classic face in a formal bun. She inspects me from head to toe before she turns, eyeing me amusingly over the top of her large, tortoise-shell glasses. She knows him. And she probably knows what he does for women who hunger for more than merely a delicious meal with him. I see the gilded letters on her name tag, pinned just above her left breast - "Alexandra".

The main dining room is expansive, but dimly lit by flickering candles on every table. Clusters of city lights hover and sparkle against the velvet blackness outside tall windows lining the far wall. The room is alive with well-dressed couples, and the murmur of their conversations is a constant reminder that we're on public display. I try to hide my "bulge", deeply afraid it's visible to at least some of the guests. We're a conspicuous threesome following our statuesque host through a sea of white linen tablecloths and glittering china, crystal, and cutlery.

Gabriel places his hand firmly on the small of Kate's back as we walk, guiding her, owning her. I follow behind them, cringing, hoping I'm not seen as a gratuitous extra. But in my mind, everyone knows. I try not to look at their faces. The harness tugs at my balls, and my potential erection swells a bit more. It must be obvious by now as the leather tightens about the base of my dick - God, the pulsing down there is both exquisite and mortifying. I haven't been hard since I started taking Gabriel's "medicine", and watching Gabriel gently fondling my wife here in public is twisting me inside-out. I'm cringing inside, but strangely, it's so fucking exciting. People know. They must know - that Kate and I have both let him own us. How can this be what we both want after surviving our regrettable past?

Kate moves closer to him as they walk together, her hips now pressed against his. He lowers his lips to her ear again and again, and I hear her giggle like a silly schoolgirl. This isn't my Kate - not at all. I watch her hips sway a little, then more enticingly. Her body is already his before we arrive at our table. And, I'm so hard now in my harness, and so embarrassed. My balls ache from the noose that holds them hostage. It's impossible to hide. Everyone must know everything. My wife wants him to fuck her, and I'm helpless to do anything about it. I wonder how many of them know what the word "cuckold" means - it must be written all over me. I can't remember ever being this deeply ashamed and embarrassed, but my dick is desperately hard and throbbing.

Our hostess leads us along a series of open recesses in the far wall facing the windows. She stops before an intimate nook cut into the corner of the room. Gabriel guides Kate into the U-shaped padded seat, then slides in beside her. I'm left to take the opposite side of our table facing them. Kate eyes me steadily as Gabriel whispers in her ear again, and she studies me as though they're sharing an indecent secret. My dick throbs, and my balls ache as I squirm.

Gabriel puts his hand on her cheek and turns her head to look into his eyes, waiting expectantly for her to respond. "If you want to hear me say it, no, he hasn't been hard in ages, Gabriel," Kate tells him. "Honestly, we haven't had sex since, well, I really don't remember when." She's frozen there, staring into his eyes, pouring herself into him.

"I've found the pills to be quite effective," he says, smiling confidently. "But don't worry, they're completely safe. You're not the first couple to take them." He reaches into his jacket pocket and presents us with another pair of capsules in his open palm. "It's a special occasion tonight, so I think a celebration is in order."

Kate takes hers obediently and downs it with a few gulps of water. I stare at the remaining capsule, very afraid of its compounding effects. "We already took these today - do we have to take another one?"

"You'll be fine, Bill," he tells me. "It will make things more clear to you, maybe even awaken some repressed fantasies about this lovely creature next to me. Play The Game, Bill. No permanent harm will come to you - I promise."

"You're such a pussy, Bill," Breigha whispers in my head. "Kate already fails to see you as a real man with a real cock - not a man like Gabriel. Don't disappoint her again. Take your medicine, my boy. Play The Game. Please your slut of a wife. You know you want to."

It's an u n c o n s c i o u s act. I swallow the pill as Breigha's velvet voice compels me. "Mmmm, that's my good boy," she coos. "We have so much in store for a husband like you. And such shameless delights for your sweet wife." Kate looks up at me suddenly and smiles as though she can hear Breigha's seductive encouragement. I'm unsure of everything in the moment. Kate's knowing smile becomes Breigha's, and Breigha's Kate's. My balls throb in the harness as though they belong to both women. There's no escape.

Our waiter arrives, and Gabriel orders appetizers for the three of us. The young hipster fawns over Kate, brazenly unafraid to run his eyes over her body as he flirts openly in front of us. For a split second, shoots me the same knowing smile I received from the hostess. He addresses Gabriel by name as he takes our ***** orders, and I wonder how often other men's wives have taken the same seat beside Gabriel, accompanied by their doting husbands.

"I'd like you to know how much I appreciate you bringing Kate tonight, Bill," Gabriel begins after the waiter turns to leave. "Not every husband would offer such a public sacrifice. It must seem like that to you. A bit like an open confession? That you accept your beautiful wife's need for another man? I mean sexually, of course."

I'm stunned by his question and glance out into the sea of tables to see whether anyone hears him. No one notices. No one stares. Our little niche appears to be out of earshot for even the nearest patrons. Still, I'm lost for an answer as we sit so close to those who would consider our conversation crude and inappropriate in the elegant surroundings.

"I need you to expose your soul to me tonight, Bill. It's - well, a necessity of The Game. Unless you've decided to withdraw. And that would be such a shame..."

He finds Kate's hand and engulfs it in his. Her eyes widen with surprise when he guides it to his lap, but she knows what he wants. I see her arm tense again and again as she fondles him. Her fingers must be clasped around his cock, squeezing, pumping, masturbating him here, hidden beneath the stark white tablecloth.

"Don't be impolite, Billy," Kate tells me. "We're Gabriels's guests tonight. You owe him an answer. I'd like to hear it too. Tell us, Billy - please?"

I'm unsure where the words come from, or why they flow so easily. My dick throbs desperately, and I can feel the cool, wetness as it leaks into my underwear.

"I - think you know that I can't, Gabriel. I mean, satisfy her in bed. Not after taking your pills. And she needs it, probably more than ever before." I glance up - no one's looking. "In some strange way, I want to see her satisfied, even if it's by you."

"Do you think about the ways I might satisfy your wife, Bill? Ways she's never known before?"

I flinch as though he's physically struck me. He wants my guilty fantasies and dreams, exposed, here in public. I can't do this - I'm not ready. "Ohhhh, but you are Billy," Breigha's voice rises seductively in my head. "How can we reawaken all those past cravings in her if you don't tell him, Billy? Don't you want your little slut back? The one who will fuck any man who frees the cock-hungry whore she hides inside? Ohhh, look - I'm making your little leather-trapped dick soooo hard, aren't I, Billy? So simply tell him. Tell them both what you want. I'm here with you, Billy. I'll always be with you. Don't be afraid."

"I do, Gabriel. All the time." I try to stop the words, but they keep coming. Breigha's unflinching eyes stay with me, haunting me, urging me forward. "It excites me, but I fear it too. That she won't want me again - after you do those things to her."

I pause - my voice must have carried further than our little refuge set apart from the other tables that are filling with guests as we talk. I look out into the room again, this time staring longer, trying to guess who might have heard my guilty confession. Gabriel watches me. His dark eyes narrow as he interrupts.

"What if they hear you, Bill? What do you imagine they'd do? They don't know you. That tiny prick of embarrassment and pain you feel is why we're meeting here, in public. Keeping your fantasies private is safe, but much too safe to extract the best of them. The excitement you get from becoming Kate's cuckold can be magnified a hundred-fold if you'll only own it completely. You do feel it, don't you, Bill? The risk, the danger - outing yourself to a room full of strangers who might find it titillating to hear you agree to give Kate's body to another man?"

I stare at him. How can I do this? Confess to fifty strangers that he'll be sticking his cock in my wife, and that I find it arousing? How far will he take us tonight? How might he show that he owns Kate as others listen and watch? My dick surges, but my instinct is to flee. Can I do what he wants? For Kate? Who am I kidding? I'll do it, for both of us, because it's what we need from him. "Yessss," Breigha hisses with approval. "My good boy. My sweet, dickless boy."

I nod to show I understand. I'm defeated, emptied, hollow. Just as memories of Charles' past demands haunt me, Breigha chases them away with her soft, seductive assurances. "It's part of the game, I guess," I tell him, finally. "Kate and I both want this. But please, do you promise I won't have to relive a very ugly part of our past?"

"Kate has told me about your past, Bill. He was controlling and abusive, and profited from keeping you both as conscripted playthings. I have no need to repeat his inexcusable behavior. I simply find you intelligent, attractive, willing players in The Game. Your wife is a stunning, sexy woman with cravings far beyond what you're able to provide. But, for an equitible outcome, you must commit fully to the part you play. You must own your part as Kate's loving husband who surrenders her to me as her willing cuckold. Can you do that?"

I flinch when Gabriel says "cuckold" a second time, as though certainly others might hear him. But they don't. No one looks. No one stares. The sea of people before us seems preoccupied with private conversation and the mouthwatering parade of dishes delivered to their tables. Kate's looking at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. My God, she is beautiful tonight.

"Bill - The Game isn't one you win or lose," he continues. "The Game simply gives us what we can't find elsewhere. The Game enlightens - it doesn't take prisoners. If you don't feel welcome, you can walk away. If you feel your marriage is threatened, you can go back to your everyday life, together - no questions, no obligations. Living out your secret fantasies shouldn't come at a cost, to you or Kate. I can tell you, very honestly, that Kate brings my fantasies to life, and I think I do the same for her. If our arrangement does the same for you - and I think it does - admit it. Confess it. Do you want me to fuck Kate? To own her body in that special way her husband fails to do? You can say it, Bill. Simply give me her body. Just let the words out."

My dick aches, throbs, leaks. I'm shaking, so nervous some primal part of me takes over, screaming inside, panicked, fearful, but desperate to see Kate's body in the hands of this perfectly and powerfully built giant.

"You can..." I manage to say quietly, "...have her body. Only her body, Gabriel. Anything she wants. But only what she wants. Then she comes back to me, every time. As my wife. Sex is all you get."

Gabriel smiles at me as Kate continues to play with his cock. "The sex is enough, Bill," he assures me. "But there must be no restrictions, no limits on when, where, or how often. Her body will belong to me, and you'll have no say. But just her body. I want that because it's perfection, she's more than willing, and because she's another man's wife. I'm a man who appreciates a beautiful wife's betrayal, and rejoices when I'm the beneficiary."

His openly stated demands stun me, but I recognize them as part of the fantasy. I imagine his hands on her face and breasts, fondling her, exploring her belly, then prying her open as she welcomes all of it. His outrageously huge cock sliding in and out of her. His commanding voice magically erasing every shred of fidelity and decency. My God - how can I want this? But I do. In the moment, I want it more than anything.

"I - understand," I tell him. "Is this what you want, Kate?"

"Billy, think about what we've been through. You know there were parts of it I liked - even loved, to be honest. You know I don't want to hurt you, but giving myself to these kinds of men - even having them control both of us within reason, has become an obsession. I love knowing men want my body - that they want me for sex. And I love how they fuck me. But along with all that, I adore you for allowing me to enjoy it, and then eventually enjoying it yourself. So, yes - this is my fantasy; having someone like Gabriel who can give me the kind of sex I need - the kind you're simply incapable of. It's not meant as an insult, sweetheart. You're just not that kind of man - you never were. I didn't understand it myself until Charles and the rest...well...made me look inside, at who and what I am. I can't imagine how, but he saw something in me you were never able to awaken. You never saw it, but he did, instantly.

"I think about all the slutty dreams I kept secret for years, Billy, beginning so long ago when I was a young girl - they never stopped, not even after we were married. I kept hoping you might ask why I flirted with other men so often, or at least question why I stared at some of them, their crotches actually, but you never did. You saw, you knew. All that excited you, didn't it? If only you had told me back then."

I can't say she's wrong - the arousal was always there when she flirted. But it shamed me. Why would I want my wife to fuck another man? My beautiful, adorable wife. I hid my erections, chased away thoughts of how she'd meet him secretly, put his huge cock in her, and she'd cum so much harder than she did with me. Until we met Charles...

"You had your guilty secrets, and I had mine, Kate," I confessed. "We should have been more open about them. But infidelity, or whatever you want to call it, was a subject we weren't brave enough to explore, I guess. Back when we met, to me, you were perfect - almost too gorgeous and sexy for a guy like me. I never stopped thinking about all the guys who wanted you. I've always been haunted by the menacing fear that hotter, richer guys who would take you from me, fuck you, then send you back to me forever changed. Forever unsatisfied with what I could offer. Forever disappointed with my ability to bring out the 'woman' in you. The longer we hid our fantasies and needs, the more likely it was that they'd find a life of their own, eventually."

Kate's eyes are on me, unblinking, peering into me. There's no grin or smile, only a mask of detached absorption. Still, her nipples harden to stiff points beneath the thin blouse as though she's imagining the brazen fondling by men in my confession.

"Do you think like that all the time, Billy?" she asks after a quiet pause. "Is it more worry or excitement that I'd fuck a man I find attractive? A man I can't resist that only has to ask once? I was Charles' whore in the past - do you want me to be that again? Not with just Aidan and Gabriel, but with other men as well? My choice, not Charles' this time."

"It's a fantasy, Kate," I tell her. "You're my wife. I've loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. When men look at you, stare at you, flirt with you...how can I not think they want you just as much, but in a different way? To seduce you, to fuck my wife, put another notch in their belt, and move on. And after, the prize is that they've taken part in a beautiful wife's betrayal of her clueless, inept husband."

"But you do want Gabriel to 'own' me - at the very least, own my body. And you fantasize about other men fucking me, right?" There's a hint of impatience in her reply. Maybe even agitation. She's leaning toward me over the table, her eyes wide with accusal.

"It's not that simple, Kate. I'm not sure what I want."

She leans back in her seat and sighs, still staring fiercely at me. "How can you say you're not sure, Billy? Every time a man looks at me 'that way', you imagine him fucking me, don't you? Don't lie to me. I've seen how hard you get when you pretend to be jealous. Why can't you just be honest with me? Here and now. Thinking of me slutting for other men excites you, Billy. You want me to be their whore, even if it's just for a night, don't you? Say it, Billy, Just fucking say it!"

There's something in her voice that commands me. I run my eyes over her body, peer into the space between her breasts, and lose myself in the moment. "Y-yes, Kate. My wife, as their beautiful, sexy, hungry whore."

Kate grins at me, then giggles for a second, her hand over her mouth, her eyes shining brightly. "Finally - that wasn't so hard, was it, Billy? Letting go of your fragile male ego? I want to be his whore, Billy, one my sweet husband willingly accepts and loves. In fact, all wives are whores in our secret fantasies. We either cheat, or masturbate while we imagine the kinds of sex our husband can't possibly hope to provide. We don't think less of you for admitting it - I love that I have a husband who can say it, out loud here in public."

Kate's hand is still working in his lap under the table. I wonder if she has his cock out, or whether she's stroking him through his pants. Gabriel shudders for a few seconds, then plants a lingering kiss on Kate's cheek. Finally, they both turn to look over at me, waiting silently for my response. I stare into my lap, embarrassed and owned by the two of them.

"S u b m i s s i o n is one thing, but you shouldn't feel shame, Bill," Gabriel says at last. "It diminishes the part you play. Confessing your fantasies of your wife as a whore doesn't mean you don't love her. It simply means you're well-cast in the role of her inadequate husband. Kate revels in playing the whore. She was born to play that part, just as you were born to play the husband who gives her body to better men."

"But now I need to hear your complete, absolute commitment, Bill," Gabriel tells me. "I want you to promise me I'll own Kate's body, unconditionally, with your full permission."

I have nothing left to resist. My world is here, at our table, with Kate and Gabriel sexually conjoined by my guilty s u b m i s s i o n.

"I want this," I tell him. "Kate wants this. How could you not want a woman like Kate? But don't I have any say in it?"

"Imagine the possibilities, Bill. If the phone rings in the middle of the night, she'll leave your bed at once and come to mine. If I knock on your door on a sunny, Sunday afternoon, she'll spread her legs for me and I'll take her in the bed you shared the night before. If I visit her shop, she'll fuck me upstairs as her customers try to ignore Kate's moans. Imagine me putting my cock in her on your wedding anniversary or your birthday. On Christmas morning she might be on her knees, sucking my cock before she opens her first present. New Year's Eve? Well, imagine me showing up at your friend's party, my hands on her, just a little groping while you make your embarrassing, flimsy excuses. The clock chimes at midnight. You blush and slink away as Kate welcomes my tongue in her mouth and I put my hand inside her pretty dress, her nipples hardened and puckered under my fingertips. It gets you hard, doesn't it? Watching me take your wife in front of all those people? You, frozen there, staring at her body as it responds to my fearless seduction?"

"I-it's all too much," I tell him, fearing what he promises. "Our friends can't know - and her customers? We don't want to have to explain this, Gabriel. To our friends? It's too much."

"I asked you to imagine it, Bill," he tells me, smiling. "Our future together isn't set in stone. These are merely possibilities. Today, it's 'too much'. Weeks or months from now, who knows? And you won't have to 'explain' a thing. Do you honestly think men don't 'see' Kate? You know they do, Bill. You've admitted your fear of it. She flaunts it - all those obscene thoughts in her pretty head that surface when she smiles and flirts with them? They only have to glance at the look on your face when it happens. Some might even notice how hard it makes you. I know I would. They can smell your s u b m i s s i o n. They know what she wants, Bill, and they know you want to give them a taste of her."

I'm stunned at what he predicts, that it might have the slightest chance of happening. Kate outed? As a slut? A wife who knowingly fucks other men while her husband lingers helplessly in the shadows? She's not that - not anymore. But the memories return, slowly reconstructed as they try to drag me back to those times. Everyone knew. She fucked so many of them. And I not only allowed it, I was captivated by it. The heat, her beauty, naked and willing in the arms of powerful men who used her as compensation or reward. Then just as quickly, I shake it off. That was then. We're not that husband and wife now. Are we?

Kate's staring at me with this puzzled look on her face. Gabriel's hand is on her shoulder, then travels upward to the back of her neck. His fingers play there, and she shivers.

"If it frightens you, Billy, we'll stop," she promises. She removes Gabriel's hand and places it on the table in front of her. But her palm stays, covering it gently. "Men still look at me, Billy - they still want me. They still want to fuck me. Lots of them. And I think that, if they would, and I told you about how they fucked me, it would excite you."

I try to object, but know she's right. The thoughts return, the images of Kate bent over Charles's desk, her dress hiked up, panties halfway down her thighs, her quiet, surprised little gasps when he enters her. Me hard and leaking into my underwear. The shame. The arousal. The reluctant s u b m i s s i o n to him as he fucks my wife and leaves his cum in her.

I feel the extra pill working, amping up my desire for Kate, yet softening my leather-bound erection. A new level of nervousness begins in the pit of my stomach, then rises through my chest and limbs. My hands shake, my knees tremble, yet my dick keeps drooling into my pants. I feel the need to flee, to escape having to confess my willingness to surrender my wife to Gabriel. I'm paralyzed with indecision, yet thoughts of his cock opening Kate and filling her refuse to dissipate.

"I think a simple ritual is in order, Bill," Gabriel interrupts. "Kate, remove your wedding ring and hand it to me, please."

I see her eyes widen just before she does it. Surprise? Excitement? Eager s u b m i s s i o n? He takes a delicate gold chain from his pocket, threads the end through the ring, then fastens it about Kate's neck. The gold band dangles there, just above the cleft of her breasts, a public display of her intended infidelity.

"You'll wear it like this when I fuck you, Kate," Gabriel tells her.

He turns to me, his eyes set on mine. "She'll be mine when she's like this. A wife in name only. A woman who places sex before any other commitment. One who abandons all else while it's about her neck. The way it sways and whips about her as we fuck will remind her of her unchallenged fidelity to me, and at the same time, her rejection of the sexual obligations of your marriage."

Her eyes sparkle as it rests between her breasts. It shines, gleaming as though it's found comfort and pride against her warm flesh. The uncertainty of it is eating me alive. Stripping Kate of her vows, her obligations to me, her self-image as my loving wife. Fear and arousal rise hand-in-hand in me as I imagine their intimacy together.

"It stays on her finger after, Gabriel," I warn him. "I won't advertise this to everyone who sees us together - our friends will wonder, maybe even ask why she wears it on the chain. This stays between the three of us."

"Of course, it's Kate's decision, Bill. But I won't object to the decisions you make together. The Game can involve a certain degree of h u m i l i a t i o n, but it doesn't require it. I imagine your internal angst will be more than sufficient. Allowing Kate to fuck men with qualities you envy tells me who you are. That's why you're here, isn't it? To have Kate cum like she's unable to with you? To accept and enjoy a display of your wife's unmet needs? A wife who will always surprise you? Able to seduce any man with a single look more effortlessly than any woman you've yet to meet? I believe she can be even more than that - if you put her in my hands."

Kate's smiling at me, nodding, happily secure in Gabriel's hands. Her wedding band sways on its chain as she leans toward me and takes my hand, her fingers freshly warmed by the bulk of Gabriel's cock. Her blouse opens a bit and I see her full breasts swell into the opening with each heaving breath.

"I'll always be your wife, sweetie," she assures me. "Forever. Gabriel's not like the men who made us indentured partners in their crimes. We can do this our way, and live our fantasies without fear or danger. I want this, Billy, more than anything. Don't you?"

Her beauty takes my breath away. After so many years - it still stuns me, shakes me, overwhelms me. How can I let him have her? Yet, how can I deny her this?

"I do," I whisper. "Yes, I do."

Gabriel smiles, takes Kate's hand, and places it in his lap again. Her movements suggest she's exploring the front of his slacks. I see her arm tense for a second when she grasps his cock firmly and turns to gaze into his eyes. She's promising him sex. The longer she gazes, the more she appears to be 'begging'.

"I want you to go to the ladies' room and remove your bra and panties," Gabriel tells her. "Then bring them back to our table and surrender them to me."

Kate pauses, then turns to face Gabriel. "I'll do what you want, Gabriel. But, I'm not wearing a bra. I thought you could tell - see?" She leans toward him and pulls the front of the blouse away so he can look inside.

"All the better then," he says. "Undo two buttons, Kate. Give others a look as you pass by. They are superb, aren't they, Bill?"

I nod, squirming in my seat.

Kate does as he asks. The top pushes Kate's cleavage upward into the opening, the inner crescents of two firm globes of white flesh tantalizingly displayed. My dick throbs in its harness.

"Yes, very nice, Kate," he says as he stares into the opening. "But I think the gentlemen here deserve more - a better look at what makes you such a delicious sight. Open another button."

She doesn't object or even pause at his request. She just does it, dutifully. There's so much flesh visible now. Nearly half of Kate's breasts are exposed, dangerously close to revealing her hardened nipples that poke anxiously at the straining material stretched over them.

"This - " he announces, "is you, Kate. So finely groomed to be a classic beauty with the inner slut trying so desperately to escape. This is what men want, and it's what men will see in you, Kate, from now on. I'll see to that myself."

Kate stares into his eyes, transfixed, her hand working in his lap. "I - don't know, Gabriel. I...suppose...I think about that, sometimes. It's freeing not to hide my body when men look. Billy knows. He likes it when they flirt, when they want to fuck me. It started with his old boss. Something happened back then, to both of us. I mean, I'm not one, not really a slut - but there are times when it's exciting to let the slut come out to play. What woman doesn't like it when men find her attractive? But still, it's only some kinds of men that make me..."

"Stare at their crotches? Wonder how blessed they are between their legs? Crave the brutishly aggressive
a n i m a l s that might satisfy your 'special', unmet needs?" She blushes when Gabriel finishes her confession for her.

"Let her out to play now, Kate," he says with a confident smile. "Show them how she walks, how she loves the attention. Go inside, stand before the mirror, and watch as you slide your panties down your legs. Pull up the front of your skirt and bury your finger in your slit, just once, for a second. Take arrogant pride in the wetness there. Then, suck your finger longingly and snake it beneath your blouse, circling each nipple, again and again. Close your eyes. Lose yourself in the sensation your slickened finger delivers to each sensitive, puckered tip. You don't dare cum though. The time for that is for me to decide. Finally, straighten your clothes, stand quietly, calmly, before the mirror, and stare into it. Look into the eyes of the woman you see there with admiration. Then ball the panties into your fist and come back to us. Your walk will be sultry and proud. Energized. Finally, you'll show everyone you're famished for cock."

Kate's breath comes in halting gushes as he speaks. His hold on her is h y p n o t i c, sensual, and deeply penetrating. I never hear her reply - she just rises from the table and strolls across the room, hips rolling, her succulent breasts an ostentatious display of libidinous vanity. I feel a little sick. It's too much. Too dangerous here. She's lost control of herself, submitting to his demands. But my God, she is so beautiful as she leaves us, watched by so many, wanted by all, I'm sure.

"Do you fear losing her?" Gabriel asks as we watch her stroll through the maze of tables. "It's okay, Bill - I understand why you might."

"I have, in the past," I admit. "But this time? To you? I'm not sure. You have this power over her - I've seen it before. It didn't end well. Sex with someone, well, 'different' - I mean not like me, can make her forget who she is. She's done things, said things..."

"Define 'different" for me, Bill."

He's serious now. Digging deep. He wants a look around inside me. Part of The Game? Possibly.

"Um, physically. Large, powerful, the kind of guy who dwarfs her when they're together. And, confident - I see them as arrogant and dominating. Kate sees them as her 'Dream Men'. The guys on the front of those romance novels, sweeping up my wife and carrying her away like some kind of trophy."

"And I suppose imagining her Dream Men's 'size' includes their cocks as well?"

"I've seen it in the past, the very first time Charles made me watch him fuck her in his office. Then it was his clients - men with money and power. One of them had a lifelike cast made of his cock - it was huge, and she was addicted to it. Those men made her 'lose herself'. I'll never forget the look on her face when they fucked her - the surprise, and then the primal satisfaction of being, well, 'filled' like that. I hated that she was their willing slut, but for some reason, watching those same changes in her excited me."

"it's understandable that you want her to enjoy things you can't give her, Bill. Eroticizing her 'bliss' with other men can be a way to compensate. You find arousal in allowing her to experience her erotic dreams and fantasies - especially acts you can't perform yourself, the pleasures you can't deliver. She loves you for it, Bill. I can see it in her eyes, even when they beg for things that are forbidden in a marriage. You're not going to lose her. How many other men would allow her this? Openly. Gladly. Even desperately at times. Yes?"

"She's told me as much herself, Gabriel - how much she loves me for it. And I can see how much it's changed her - the sex with them, like in her dreams. But the risk remains. So many men want her..."

"You had little choice in the past, Bill. You were prisoners. You submitted to a monster who ran your lives, who gave you no option other than to obey or face financial and professional ruin. Thanks to Aidan and Breigha, and, finally me, you do have choices now. Yes, I'm sure many men want her. Kate's a provocative vision of what every man wants. But she doesn't have to fuck them. You don't have to stand by while a monster gives her to man after man as a reward for their loyalty. I do hope, with my cooperation, that you'll both enjoy The Game with a minimum of anxiety, at least the destructive kind. But facing your angst is something you're used to by now, I'm sure.

"I don't plan to be easy on you. As long as you both agree to continue in The Game, I'll consider Kate's body mine, to use as I wish. I'll also require exclusivity - sex between Kate and you is forbidden. Of course, as you've no doubt learned, the pills guarantee that. You might think it's cruel, but it has a purpose. After a while, your perspective will change. Instead of lusting after her, Kate's body will become merely an object of sensual beauty, one you admire but don't own. You'll find more joy in other men's lust for her than in your own selfish desires. It's a 'breaking' of will; I suppose 'conditioning' is a more comfortable word to describe it. She won't stop loving you - in fact, her love for you will deepen. But, while she's with me, she will stop fucking you. I believe you're already halfway there, aren't you? The arousal that comes with denial?"

I can't deny that Charles had changed me. Giving Kate to other men was required, but Charles recognized something in me that told him I'd find a perverse arousal in it. He had, in fact, broken my will to resist back then - by sheer dominance and my tangled, complicit dealings in his 'business'. The changes in Kate were shocking. She fell at once for his attempts to hyper-sexualize her. The revealing clothes, her body's evolution by way of new breasts, controlled diet, and mandatory exercise - all orchestrated for those clients who delighted in seeing her as an exaggerated vision of their sex-doll fantasies. How could the shocking changes to my own wife have excited me? Charles knew me better than I knew myself. Somehow he knew they would.

"Hearing a desperate husband beg for sex with his lovely wife excites me to no end," Gabriel continued. "Husbands have confided to me that having their wives deny them sex repeatedly while they enjoy another man's cock is so emasculating they lose the backbone to ask for sex. In time, most simply accept that their lovely wife's physical body belongs to me. They concede that she deserves my cock instead of theirs.

"But as you've seen, as long as you continue with the supplements I've provided, sex with Kate won't be an option for you anyway. That isn't intended to be unkind or sadistic - it's to cement and amplify your experience as her cuckold. If I'm not mistaken, it's what you expect from The Game, isn't it?"

I look down at my lap and nod. I can feel the relentless precum soak my pants and the harness tug at my balls. "I guess I'm that guy," I say quietly. "Ever since that first time Charles made me watch, there in his office. There was nothing I could do - he had all the power, to make our lives easy or hard. And when I saw Kate's reaction - I couldn't believe she gave in so easily. I should have been outraged when I saw her let him put his cock in her without a hint of objection. I should have been fearful when I saw its size. But instead, I was envious, and then excited. It's hard to explain - something broke in me while he fucked Kate, and something twisted replaced it. Her moans were so long and deep - sounds that I had ever heard her make with me. Watching her respond like that with another man was mesmerizing; her body was so exposed there in his office in broad daylight. Even her shuddering, convulsing orgasm became a beautiful sight, despite her infidelity. I was watching a woman I no longer recognized. She had never been that woman with me. She never has been. Not even once."

"And you wanted that again, didn't you?" Gabriel suggests. "The beauty of her body's wildly uninhibited response. Taking it in, lost in the revelation, seeing your wife's perfect body deliriously hungry for the next stroke of his cock, one you felt put yours to shame. You wanted to be him, or at least be like him. But if you couldn't be that man, you could find pleasure in allowing her that same kind of sex, by proxy - a gift, for your loving but deprived wife."

"It wasn't that I didn't have doubts, about Kate and myself, Gabriel. He wasn't a good person; but I envied his money, power, and what his cock could do to my wife. I was never completely certain what Kate's real feelings were for him, or for his clients who were fucking her - one in particular. I still don't. Not really. It became the new normal for us to let him use Kate as he wished. The success and wealth he promised us went to our heads, so we fell in line. I was his office lackey, and Kate was the office meat he used to reward his clients. Everyone knew. A client bought her new breasts and molded her body to his liking. He transformed her. He changed her body, her hair, her clothes, and, finally, encouraged a willingness to fuck the men for profit. She became his vision of feminine perfection, a living Barbie doll, one none of his clients could resist. I stood by, distracted by the future he promised us, lusting after that 'Barbie' as much as they did, consumed by my fantasies of the slut she had become. So, in the end, he changed us, and the changes became permanent."

Gabriel listens intently, nodding now and then as I revisit our regrettable past. "I'm aware of some of what you're telling me - Kate has mentioned how you and she had been his prisoners. Very submissive prisoners, eventually."

Submissive? I remember it as more extreme than that. How many hours had I spent hanging from a steel scaffold in my office while Juliet t o r t u r e d and humiliated me? There was likely still video somewhere of Kate, collared and led like an a n i m a l to Juliet's bed where she'd finally cum like Juliet's pet in heat. The things we did for Juliet both excited us and shamed us. She was a clever, devious, unhinged, yet stunning woman - off her leash, far beyond anyone's control. But there are some things Gabriel will never learn - at least not from me. Even a brief visit to that part of our past is too nauseating to put into words.

"I can't say more, Gabriel. It's painful, and honestly, too dangerous. It's enough to say the effects were, and are, lingering, haunting, and yes, arousing in a puzzling way. And so, here we are, cautiously in your hands."

"There may be times when your angst escalates to new levels. I won't go out of my way to make this easy for you, Bill. Suffering sexually, within reasonable limits, is what you can expect. Kate will cuckold you, she and I together. My horizons of what you call a "Bull" are vast. Kate's body will belong to me, and me only. She's offered it willingly. Sex with your wife will be contingent upon my permission. But I believe that's the kind of
s u b m i s s i o n that excites you. It's just a matter of trust, correct? That I don't endanger your marriage?"

"I understand," I tell him. "You're mostly right about us - about the s u b m i s s i o n. Still, it can be too much - I need sex with Kate. The chastity thing works for us, but only up to a point. Yes, it's both frustrating and arousing for me at first, but then it turns to anger and loss. Losing her is my worst nightmare, and at times in the past, it must have been so tempting for her to..."

"I don't want your wife, Bill," he assures me. "I don't want her love, or her soul. But I do want her body, and her devotion to my whims. Sometimes that devotion is mistaken for love. But I've made my intentions very clear to Kate. The demands I make are born out of physical desire and gratification. I expect no more from her — only
s u b m i s s i o n, and devotion to my very special needs. But you must understand, she won't be your wife during those minutes, hours, or days when she's with me. She'll be my companion and plaything; she's been very clear about that. But she'll always return to you as your wife in spirit. She's promised me this. I believe her. She loves you, Bill. Even after all those wealthy, powerful, well-hung men have had her, she loves only you. Be grateful. Remember my words when the angst overwhelms you, because I promise you, it will."

As he speaks, I think about Gabriel and Kate together; how he'll kiss deeply, his huge, muscular body taking her, owning her body in ways I never can. The images are raw and unapologetic. My fleeting pangs of jealousy are
s m o t h e r e d by the imagined intensity of their lust for each other - fucking furiously like a n i m a l s driven by the rampant instinct to mate. My God - Kate's body in this formidable satyr's hands...my harness tightens again, and I'm as hard as Gabriel's "medicine" allows.

"Ahhh - there she is now," he says. He turns his attention to Kate as she glides through the fully occupied maze of tables. "Kate is a delight - a stunning vision tonight." He turns back to me just before she arrives. "We're merely players on this stage, Bill. And a man in his time plays many parts. We're the authors, Bill - Kate, me, and you. It's up to us to decide how we play those parts." He smiles at me as Kate approaches. "As we like it, Bill. Just as we like it."

I watch Kate as she moves closer. She's more cautious now, eyeing the patrons she passes them. Her manner is surprisingly shy and apologetic, as though she's a guilty little girl. Her eyes shift nervously as she sits. A man at the next table maintains a sidelong gaze, following the lines of her body. The little skirt is so short her bare thighs are visible up to the crease where they meet her perfect ass. She stares at the tabletop with her hands clenched in her lap.

"Kate, do you have a small token of appreciation for me? Something hidden there in your hand?" Gabriel asks.

She nods quietly, her head bowed, eyes fixed on her lap.

"Will you please show us, Kate? Here, on the table in front of me?"

She reaches hesitantly across the table with a clenched fist and drops the crumpled black lace in front of him. Gabriel takes the expanding ball of lace in his hand and examines it thoughtfully for a few seconds, then pushes it into his jacket pocket.

"Tell us, Kate. What are you wearing under your skirt and blouse?" he asks.

"Nothing," she whispers. Her eyes never leave the table directly in front of her.

"And, did you perform the small favor I asked of you?"

"I had to wait," she murmurs, "until I was alone. There was no lock on the door, and it was busy. Then someone came in, just as I was..."

"Just as you were doing what, Kate?" Gabriel asks.

Kate glances around us, fearing the others might hear, then whispers again so softly I can barely make it out.

"As - I was - playing with myself, in front of the mirror, like you asked me to do."

"And what were you thinking about, Kate?"

"Um, you."

"For shame, Kate - not your husband?"

"No - you."

"What about me, Kate?"

"Fucking me." All the air seems to leave her in a brief, hushed exhale when she says it.

"Were you wet, Kate?"

She looks up from the table, directly at him.

"Yes, Gabriel!" she hisses. "Yes! That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Are you still wet?"

"Yes, Gabriel. Still."

"Excellent. Raise the front of your dress, under the tablecloth where no one can see. I'd like you to wet your finger there again, inside, just for a second. Then bring it out and show me."

Kate looks terrified. She shakes her head twice, almost imperceptibly.

"I - I can't do that, Gabriel. Here? At our table?"

"I'm waiting Kate. You don't have the option to refuse. It's a few seconds, something a woman of your resourcefulness can easily manage without a public scandal. It will please me, Kate. You can imagine how you'll be rewarded for pleasing me, can't you?"

She doesn't speak. I watch her hand snake beneath the tablecloth. She glances at the tables to the left and right of us. No one seems to notice - yet. She's sliding her hand hesitantly across the table, extending her finger for Gabriel to see. Kate's cheeks are bright red, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The tip of her finger glistens with her juices.

"Taste yourself, Kate," he orders.

"What?" she asks, her eyes now on him, wide with disbelief.

He waits patiently, staring back at her without a word. I know her limits, especially here in a crowded restaurant. I smile briefly. She may crave his cock, but she won't lower herself to behave like his slut in public. Not my Kate.

I shiver when she does it. Her lips close over her fingertip. Seconds pass as Kate and Gabriel stare into each other's eyes. Then it's done, almost as if it never happened. There's no trace of shame on Kate's face; it's now a blank slate as she picks at her salad. The taught thread between Kate and me frays a bit. My God, Kate. What won't you do for him?

Gabriel's compliments during our meal have Kate's classic, radiant face blushing; his praise of her rare beauty, her taste in fashion, and finally, her "astonishing ability to become anything a man could possibly want in a woman, or a wife".

"You must be jealous at times, Bill," he tells me. "So many men must fantasize about a woman like Kate. They all must stare at her and imagine... well, that's a conversation for a more appropriate time and place. But you must know very well what I mean, don't you? Many husbands would worry that she'd fall prey to men who don't honor the sanctity of your marriage."

"Some husbands might," I tell him. I reach for my wine, hoping the subject will end after I answer. Eventually, someone will hear - someone will know he's fucking my wife.

"But you're not that kind of husband, are you, Bill?"

He's irritating me, intentionally calling me out in public.

"No, Gabriel, I'm not. Kate's my wife, but she's her own woman. I know she loves me. And she tells me everything."

He smiles at me. "Everything?"

Kate's listening to us quietly. She looks over at me with a furrowed brow.

"Oh, sweetie - if you only knew. You do like a little mystery in our marriage, sweetheart — a little intrigue now and then? That fantasy I haven't told you about yet? The man I wanted so much I just couldn't say 'no' to? Don't claim you never get a little jealous. When a hung, handsome man innocently flirts with me, and you imagine his hands on me? And you convince yourself that he wants to fuck me? That's hot for you. I know it is."

I take another sip of wine and refuse to confess my secret fetish out in the open here. I'm taken aback by Kate's sudden shift from the wary 'victim of indecency' to a casual, suggestive siren. Her words are a teasing dagger, the tip held at my gut but careful not to draw *****. We all sit quietly until Gabriel breaks the lingering, uncomfortable silence.

"Well then, I propose a toast to our fitting threesome. To our promising future together..."

When we raise our glasses to d r i n k, I notice another button on Kate's blouse has come undone. I'm not sure she notices, but Grabriel and I do. Her breasts push into the widened opening that now exposes a hint of scarlet at the edges of her nipples. She's had three glasses of wine. Does she care? Is it a daring flirtation with the nearby stranger she's caught staring? Or is it her ultimate offering of s u b m i s s i o n to Gabriel as I watch? I can't read her. She looks - hungry, not only for her dinner, but maybe for all the things I can't give her?

The waiter arrives with a huge platter piled high with seafood - lobster, shrimp, oysters, and scallops. Gabriel places an assortment on Kate's plate, then fills his own. I wait until they begin to eat, then choose a few pieces for myself. The firm, pale meat is delicious - sweet and buttery, with a delicate texture that seems to melt in my mouth.

An outer circle of summer squash and asparagus surrounds the seafood, arranged on a bed of saffron-infused basmati rice. Gabriel lifts a thick asparagus stalk with his fingers and offers it to Kate, moving it closer and closer until it touches her lips. She opens them instinctively, and he edges the head of the stalk slowly over her parted lips.

"She may need some encouragement, Bill," he tells me. "It's the size, I think. She's not impressed. You probably understand. But still, I'd like to hear you beg. Just a little - to take the head of it in her mouth and suck. I'm sure you know the right words. Those pleading words you must use with her, laced with a bit of an apology for its meager size and vigor?"

Kate's breath is ragged and halting. She moves forward a bit to capture the moist, flared head, but he keeps it just out of reach. Her tongue darts to taste it as it sweeps over her lips. Her tongue's pink and tender and takes me back to the day when she first thrust her tongue between my own lips. Back to the days when her body had been mine alone - fresh and excited and eager to fuck me. It seems so different now. She's not mine tonight. Not at all.

I'm not sure where my words come from. I don't compose them. They escape. They pour from my throat, chest, gut, and lower where the harness offers up my balls to them. "P-please Kate? Taste it? Suck it?"

Kate shifts her eyes to Gabriel. They're so wide, so eager to please him. Him, not me. "Can I, Gabriel?" she asks quietly. "My husband wants me to. You heard him beg. I will, Gabriel - for you. If you let me. If you make me. Make me, Gabriel. Make me."

He eases the tip of the stalk into Kate's mouth, and she closes her lips over it and sucks. Her eyes close. Her soft hum is meant for me, to tell me she'd do anything he asks. That she'll suck the small tip that reminds her more of me than him. He's ordered her to choose temporary disappointment over her raging need for something much bigger, thicker, harder. He's conquered her in the moment. She's completely his. Submitting. Surrendering everything.

"It's yours now, Kate," he tells her. "You decide its future. Whether it's preserved or consumed. You're free to show your loss of faith - the loss of its ability to satisfy. Show us what you want, Kate."

She bites down on the stalk, severing the head, grinding and shredding it with her teeth. Kate watches me as she swallows, then giggles as she covers her mouth with the palm of her hand. I shudder, but it's still sexy, still her inner slut coming out to play.

"Oh, don't look so frightened, Billy," she says, grinning. "I wouldn't really, well, do that. I mean, to your little thing. You know it's just playing, right? Still, it was very tasty."

Gabriel puts his huge hands on her shoulders and turns her toward him. "Of course it's just playing, Kate. But it's also a confession to your husband. A way to show him all that inner conflict; the choice between a loving husband's tiresome, inadequate fucking, and the kind of cock that you know will satisfy. The question I have for you is, can you and Bill both accept a future with me that routinely champions one over the other?"

"Billy completes me as a wife," she assures him. "I love him, and I know he loves me. You complete me as, well, something else. I'll never leave him, but I'll always need a different kind of sex. He knows. He accepts it. And I love him even more for it. So play your games, Gabriel, and we'll play with you, until we can't."

"Well said, Kate. I'm impressed. I like a woman who knows what she needs and isn't shy about going after it. Finding a 'loving' wife like that, one her husband adores, is rare though. I mean, a wife who easily accepts having her husband gelded like this to please another man is a unicorn. It excites you to see him like this, doesn't it? Impotent? What's left of his genitals bound and harnessed by a skilled, potent lover?"

Kate slips her hand inside his shirt just above his belt and caresses his belly. I want her to break her gaze from his dark eyes, but she shows no sign of it. Every gesture is one of adoration. I shiver when I imagine that to the patrons sneaking glances at us, her gaze is one of "love". Time stops - and I want to take Kate away, home, where his gaze is just a memory.

"They're the perfect couple, aren't they, Billy," Breigha's voice wells up in me. "They're husband and wife to everyone who sees them. Even you see that, don't you, Billy? Kate does. She'd rather belong to him than you, don't you think? The wife of a wealthy, confident Bull with the kind of cock she's always dreamed of? Not like you at all. Just give her to him, Billy. Just give her body to the man she deserves."

Gabriel puts his hand between her legs again and she lets out a quick, restrained gasp.

"Do you feel it, Bill?" Gabriel asks. "No, not jealousy or fear or anger. I'm sure by now you're the kind of husband who is past all that. What I bring to you is a sense of comfort. A far greater acceptance than you have ever felt before. A desire so powerful you revel in giving of her to me. Her body's a precious gift, one only her husband can fully surrender. But you do feel it - the elation of seeing her flesh in my hands. You want it, Bill. You want my hands on her soft skin, my mouth on her thirsty lips, and my cock in your dear wife's belly. No resentment, no indecision, no balancing on the precipice. You want my cock in her. You want her to cum when I fuck her. I will remake you both, Bill. You'll want it more than anything, every day, every hour, every second. And Kate and I will be happy to give you that."

"Ohhh, Billy," Breigha whispers from some other unworldly place. "He knows you. And you'll be a good boy. I know you will. You'll give in to him. You'll give up Kate's body, just for the thrill of knowing he's right. Oh, how he'll stuff her little belly - so fully, completely. How her pussy sucks at his cock - it's so greedy, so desperate for more of him. Not like your little thing. Give - her - to - him, Billy. You know you want to."

Her words change the fearful to the inevitable. I don't want to lose Kate, but the need to see Gabriel own her body is overwhelming. It just seems - right. A new calm settles over me, extinguishing my nervous anxiety when I see them together. Suddenly, they're a natural physical match, two perfect bodies meant to fuck. It doesn't matter whether I agree to "give" her to him or not - it seems to be their destiny.

"Yessss," Breigha whispers. "It's your destiny as well. To have your woman fulfilled by a man who can offer her the things you can't. She's so 'over' your little thing, Billy; so happy she's found a more suitable replacement. It's heartwarming, isn't it? To see his massive cock slide into her? To watch her thrash and moan as he fucks her? To watch her face as she comes on his cock? She isn't that woman with you, Billy. She never was. It seems so right now - you know it does."

Most patrons have finished their deserts and are long gone when Alexandra arrives with a small binder emblazoned with the place's gold emblem. She approaches just as Gabriel asks his final question.

"Your husband has never fucked you like I can. It's true, isn't it, Kate?" Gabriel asks suddenly. His words are accusing, loud enough that anyone near us might hear.

She doesn't hesitate for a second. "It's true, Gabriel. Never."

"He can't even get hard for you now, can he?" he continues.

"Not at all. Not since you..."

"It's convenient for you though, isn't it?"

"It - is, Gabriel - now that I can get what I need from you."

Alexandra clears her throat and looks down at me over the top of her oversized, tortoise-shell-rimmed glasses. She's staring, smiling at me, waiting for me to respond. I don't. I can't ignore her hardened nipples that poke at the inside of the white, silk blouse. A small vein at the side of her neck expands a bit with a quickened pulse. She sees me staring and flashes a predatory grin. She's glorious, sexy, intimidating, frightening.

"Is there anything else I can do for you tonight, Gabriel?" she asks as she towers over us. Tendrils of golden hair fall along each side of her face as she leans to place the bill beside Gabriel's empty glass. She catches me glancing down her blouse and pauses to smile at me, giving me a lingering look. It's a look that says, "Enjoy the view; will you think of my tits while he's fucking your wife?"

Alexandra stands by while Gabriel signs, then hands it back to her. She sneaks a quick look inside and places a hand softly on Gabriel's shoulder. "You're always much too generous, Gabriel. Thank you."

"It's always a pleasure, Alex," he says to her as they share a knowing look. She begins to walk away, then turns for a second to take in the three of us with narrowed eyes and a bit of a smirk. Seconds later, I watch her perfect ass sway as she leaves us. The woman is devastatingly gorgeous.

"I think your husband is quite taken with Alexandra," Gabriel tells Kate. "Why don't you check to see whether he's hard for her? Just do it under the table - no one will notice."

Kate grins at me. She doesn't appear to be jealous, merely curious, maybe even amused at the state of my dick. Her hand finds my knee, then smooths the inside of my thigh until she finds my crotch. I'm desperately hard; there's no way to hide it. Kate's fingers clasp my erection through my pants and squeeze a few times. I gasp. She grins again and turns to Gabriel.

"He's very hard, Gabriel," she says quietly while glancing out into the nearly empty restaurant. Her eyes are wide and glittering. But it's her hungry smile that gets to me. She loves this.

"Before we go, find the end of his leash - it's tucked just under his belt. There's plenty of slack in it. Give it a tug, then pull it out gently until you feel some resistance. As you do, imagine you own his balls and determine their ultimate fate. You've taken your husband's manhood prisoner and have it on a leash. Would hearing him beg for mercy excite you?"

I feel the thin strand of leather graze my waist slowly as she extracts it, then wince when she reaches the end. A dull ache travels up my groin and I shiver at what may come.

"I think I have all of it now. I - I don't want to hurt him, Gabriel," Kate whispers.

"But you must, Kate," he tells her, "at least a little. It's a reminder that he's not quite a man here, and that you find that arousing. "Damaging" him certainly isn't the goal; asserting your decision to reject his manhood is your message to him. Just a bit of a tug..."

She does it, on cue, and I gasp as the stab of pain hits me for a second.

"You do get her message, don't you, Bill?" he asks.

"I do," I hiss as I watch Kate's eyes dance with perverse satisfaction.

"There's something exquisite about owning the very things that make your husband a functioning, potent man, isn't there, Kate?" He's smiling at her as though he can read her mind. "Tell him, Kate. He needs to hear you say it."

"I do love 'owning' your balls, Billy," she says. "I know it's something that reminds you of our past, but I can't help it. It's just so...sexy - thinking of them as mine." My God, her face is angelic in raw betrayal. She does, she loves this. I feel the increased pressure from the harness as she keeps a careful tension on the leash. The pain subsides, but I'm harder than ever. Pulsing, pounding, hard. I'm reminded of my part in The Game, and it brings a willingness to play as her willing husband, as her cuckold.

"It's time to leave, Kate," he tells her. "And time for you, me, and Bill to demonstrate our special relationship. Take my hand as we walk, and hold his leash in the other. It excites you to show them, doesn't it? That you keep him on a leash while in the company of your lover. You want them to know, don't you, Kate? That you've taken a lover now that your husband's impotent? And that your husband surrenders your body, helplessly, completely?"

Kate stares at the end of the leash in the palm of her hand. Her smile melts away. "So this is what you want, Gabriel?" she asks quietly. "To humiliate him? In public? I'm not sure I can do that to my husband. It's - too much."

"No one knows you here, Kate. You and Bill are strangers. This is a step that I must insist you take. Despite your reservations, I think you'll enjoy it. I think you're the kind of woman who needs this fantasy, one that gives you the kind of cock you've dreamed of, and one that conveniently eliminates your husband from his role in your sex life. But, if you want to leave The Game, I'll understand."

Kate looks up at me. Suddenly, her expression becomes one of playfulness again. "He's right, Billy. I have to confess that having him 'eliminate you from my sex life' plays a part in my fantasies. It makes Gabriel fucking me more, well, 'justified'. I need sex, and if you can't give it to me, it seems right that Gabriel can. Honestly, I think you secretly want this - having to stand by and watch Gabriel slide his cock inside me? If not, you better tell me now, because I've never wanted anything more."

Kate's tugging lightly on the leash as she speaks to me, and it's making my dick throb. I know my surrender is part of The Game, but I'm wary that it will lead to some form of ***** by Gabriel. It opens wounds of our past with Charles, and that stings. But his hand has disappeared under the table again, his arm working, his fingers likely fondling her clit. I can see it in her eyes, how they widen and roll upward now and then. I can see the pace of her breathing escalate and deepen, and it pushes her breasts into the opening of her blouse, exposing her hardened nipples. How can I want this? But I do. I do, I do, I do.

"It's - okay, Kate," I confess. I can't help worrying, but I can't help wanting it too. I know how much you want him, how he's..."

"Bigger than you? Better than you in bed? The most perfect man I've ever imagined fucking me and sending me back to you as your wife? I'll never stop loving you, Billy. I've told you that over and over. This is sex and only sex - the kind you can't give me and Gabriel can. It's a game, Billy. Only a game. If it helps, think of me as someone else when I'm with him. Think of me as his plaything, a place to bury his cock and get pleasure watching me cum on it. You'll always get me back after he exhausts me. Always. You just can't fuck me, at least not while The Game continues. I thought this is what we both want. Is it, Billy? Tell me. Is it?"

Her talk of how she'll be his plaything has my pulse pumping. Images race through my mind, images of her petite body riding his huge cock, moaning, gasping, begging for more of him. In those moments, she's not my sweet wife - she's an exquisite whore of a woman obsessed with servicing him. Still, when he cums in her, I'm certain he does it knowing he owns my wife, at least for the time they spend together. She's still tugging lightly on the leash. I wish more than anything I could cum while she does it. But Gabriel's medicine sees to it that I can't. So, I surrender.

"I want this, Kate - all of it. I promise. Sometimes the past haunts me, but I know this isn't the past. So, I want you to be his 'plaything', Kate. I want you to cum on his huge cock. I want you to have everything you want - I always have. So for at least a while, I have to accept that a man with a cock like Gabriel's owns your body and gives you all the sex you need. Yes, it's a game we both want. it is."

Kate beams at me, then turns to gaze at Gabriel. "See? He wants you to have me. He wants you to fuck me. He wants me to be your slut, Gabriel. His wife. My body. In your hands. But he needs to hear it from you, Gabriel. We both need that...please?"

God, she's still tugging on the leash, and my dick's about to burst. He stares at me for a few seconds, concentrating, invading my thoughts. His sober expression makes me feel small, weak, powerless. Suddenly, he seems to tower over me, now so much taller that I have to look up at him where he sits. He's a giant of a man. With his hand between my wife's open thighs.

"Her body is mine now, Bill," he assures me. "All of it. This, and this, and this, and this." He begins to stroke her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, and belly, before returning to her lap again. "Your wife's soft skin and her very, very wet pussy. I'll use her any way I like, and she'll give herself up to me. You both will, Bill - it's been your secret, guilty fantasy since the day you met her. Because you know she deserves more than you can give her. And you may eventually lose her if you don't stand aside and allow it. Am I wrong, Bill? Am I?"

My resistance collapses and melts away. He is Kate's Dream Man. I can't deny it or escape Kate's willing
s u b m i s s i o n to him. In a way, she's always been his. In Kate's mind, he's always owned her body in ways I can't hope to challenge.

"You're not wrong, Gabriel," I confess. "As much as I want Kate right now, her body does belong to you - it's her decision. And watching you 'take" her, well, you're right, it's always been a fantasy I've secretly harbored. If we can do this without the danger of me losing her, then her body is yours."

"What you get wrong, Bill, is that you don't have the permission or the right to 'give' her to me. Your reality is that I choose to take her, and Kate chooses to be taken. Your reality is that I want your wife's body, and I will have it. All of it. Her pretty mouth, generous handfuls of her tits, and her tight little pussy that craves the attention of a man like me. The only thing I need from you is a sign, that you're the helpless, cuckold husband. So put your hand over your dick, Bill. Feel how hard you are, even through your pants. Yes, good. But you're only hard because of the leather restraint Kate and I have imposed on you. Without it, you're useless, aren't you?"

"I am. Yes."

"In reality, your erection isn't really 'yours', is it?" Gabriel continues. "Kate's summoned it, and I've manufactured it. It's more mine than yours. I could allow you to fuck your wife with it, and I can take it away, reducing it to a lifeless stub. Your urges may remain, but I have ultimate control over how it's used, if it's used at all.

"Now rub yourself, Bill. Think of me fucking your sweet little wife in your very own bed while we make you listen outside the door. It's glorious, isn't it, Bill? Her begging, her moans, her little cries as she takes every inch of my cock down to the root. It goes on and on. Much longer than it ever did when you fucked her. It feels good, doesn't it, Bill. Your dick so hard, so desperate for relief. And yet there is none. Only the satisfaction of knowing your wife is finally sexually complete, even if it is by the cock of another man. You've made her happy, Bill. You've finally made her cum the way she's always wanted; that deep, penetrating escape to a place where she leaves you behind and gives herself completely to another better-equipped lover."

My hand sneaks down to the front of my pants as he talks, fingers pushing into the yielding, linen material, grasping and squeezing rhythmically. It's more t o r t u r e than relief, but I do it, willingly. There are teasing signs that my orgasm is near, but it never materializes. I'm so close. I imagine Kate under him, thrusting her hips up at him as he penetrates her. It's so long, so thick, racing in and out of her sopping pussy. His balls slapping her, him grunting and groaning as he cums in her. Cumming in my wife. Unending white froth leaking where her pussy sucks at his immense cock. He owns her. She wants it. But my orgasm recedes into the void again. Taken from me. A frustrating, useless tease.

He waits for a while, smiles at me, then puts a hand on Kate's cheek and turns her face to his.

"He's useless to you now as a lover, isn't he Kate?"

"Yes, Gabriel, he is," she murmurs, as if in a loving trance.

"Is it your wish, Kate? For me to replace him in your bed? To fuck you there? To satisfy you in ways he can't?"

"Yes, Gabriel, it is," she whispers again.

Kate's chin quivers and her lips struggle to make the words. But then she does.

"F-fuck me there, Gabriel. P-please fuck me there...in our bed."

I'm so close. Hands and legs shaking. Hips rising off my seat as I clench and stroke my imprisoned dick.

"I'm all yours, Gabriel, any time you want me," she begs. "He won't mind. He won't care. He wants it too..."

I make a series of short groans and stroke harder, but my body betrays me. God, I want him to fuck her until she can no longer move or speak. I want to see her soaked with sweat and semen, nearly lifeless on the bed where he leaves her. Such a satisfied smile on her face then. Taken. Drained and vacant. Emotionally empty, except for the hour she recalls as she lies there, naked, flushed, and panting. But my orgasm never arrives. All that remains is my need to see my sweet wife fucked by her dark, muscular idol.

"He won't mind, Kate, my dear," he tells her, "but he does care. If he didn't, he wouldn't be in The Game. His 'care' is what arouses him when another man uses his wife's body. He worships you. He worships your body. Its preciousness, its value is what makes him care."

"So, I'm just a possession now, Gabriel?" Kate asks. "A 'receptacle' that 'belongs' to my husband?"

I'm surprised by her agitated response. A short while ago she was willing to become his plaything. Then he curls his hand behind her neck and draws her closer, inches from his face. She shivers. Inhales sharply. Her breasts rise, swelling from the border of her partly opened blouse.

"No. Kate," he says with a commanding tone. "You don't 'belong' to your husband. But you are a receptacle to other men who see you and want you. And, for now, you're my receptacle. You don't want me to love you, Kate. You just want me to fuck you. And I promise you, I will do that, as often as you wish. You may be his loving wife, Kate, but you are my very willing 'receptacle'. Or would you prefer slut? Or whore? Because that's not how I see you. Not at all. You simply need to be fucked by a man who knows what you need. To be that man's 'receptacle'."

Kate seems stunned. Her eyes are still locked on his, inches from his face.

"I - I, guess that's what I do want, Gabriel. It just seems so..."

"So crude? So misogynistic? What else do you want from me, Kate? Friendship? Love? Of course not - at least that's what we've agreed upon. You want my cock. You want my cock in you, time after time after time. You want it to make you cum like your husband's can't. And then you want to go back to him and continue to love him. In very stark words, Kate, I'm your cock, and you're my receptacle. We don't 'make love', we fuck. What else would you call that?"

Kate chews her lip for a second, then nods. "I - I'm, your receptacle, then, I guess. And you're my cock. It sounds, well, better now. But I'd like it if you called me your 'pussy'. I'd like to think of that as yours instead of my husband's. For The Game. Will you?"

"You'll be whatever I want you to be, Kate," he tells her. "But I love hearing you offer it. Maybe I will. Maybe it's your new name. 'Pussy'. Or, maybe, 'G's Pussy'. Yes, I like that. Bill, you should use it as well. We'll retire her old name for a while. No more 'Kate'. Just "G's Pussy'. Let's hear you say it, Bill."

I've already surrendered to the kind of s u b m i s s i o n he requires, so I have no trouble repeating it.

"Her name is 'G's Pussy'," I recite. "My wife's new name is 'G's Pussy'."

It shocks me when Kate gives him a quick peck on his cheek. "I like it," she tells him.

"It is true, you know," she says to me. My dick throbs when she says it. He puts his hand between her legs again and her eyes shine like a hungry predator. I rub my aching erection and surrender to every second of it. He does own her body now. She's 'G's Pussy'. And that has me panting to put her body in his hands.

"Billy, it's late - too late to drive home tonight after we've been d r i n k i n g. Let's stay at the shop - Gabriel can stay too..." Kate says, out of the blue. I'm hoping desperately he'll decline, that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance I'll be able to spend the night with Kate, alone. It seems like forever since Kate and I have been able to fuck, thanks to Gabriel's 'medicine'. Maybe, with the harness to keep me hard...

"You can stay at the shop too tonight, Gabriel," she continues as we prepare to leave. "It's not far, and we have plenty of room."

Room? It's not a hotel - it's a bedroom and bath over a clothing store.

Gabriel helps Kate out of her chair and leads her out in front of me. His hand is on her lower back, then snakes around her to cup her waist, pulling her closer. I see her look up at him, gazing into his dark eyes, her smile a mile wide. Kate is so maddeningly beautiful like this - her body on display for everyone to admire as she and Gabriel pass by. Yes, she's done all of it for him, but could we just have the night alone? It's probably too late to beg.

I stay close to them, but I feel my leash tug at me now and then when Kate's stride quickens. Does anyone see the thin strand of leather stretched between my waist and Kate's clenched hand? No one could possibly tell it's attached to the wide band that restrains my testicles into a tight, sensitive clump, could they? At least I'm led outside soon, away from prying eyes.

"It is late," he agrees. "And, I'd love to see you model some of your shop's new clothes. I'll bet Bill would love that as well, wouldn't you, Bill?"

No, Bill wouldn't. Bill has seen the newest, sexiest clothes. Bill wants to fuck his wife, for a change, if you don't mind. But of course, that's not the answer I give him.

"It's fine, Gabriel," I tell him. "Please - you should stay." The words come from some dark place in my head. A place where Breigha's voice lives and breathes as though she's here next to me, soothing all my cares with her sultry assurance; "It's so rewarding, isn't it? Making your wife so happy? Bestowing a gift your penis can never give her? It's your duty to sacrifice anything and everything for her body's relentless thirst for potent men of size and stamina, men you envy. Beg him to fuck her, Billy. Now, before you leave. Get on your knees and beg."

I resist Breigha's extreme request, but only by the slightest unraveling thread. My dick pulses when I imagine the scene, what it would be like. Me on my knees here, begging Gabriel to fuck my wife. I feel the cool, wet, seeping discharge as everyone in the place sees and hears me in the scene I construct. Everyone stands and applauds after my proposal. I should run from this place screaming for it to end - but instead, my dick throbs impatiently and I leak into my pants. The harness strangles my dick and balls with each of Kate's impatient tugs. But still I resist. By a thread.

"We'll meet you there - it isn't far. You remember how to get there, don't you, Gabriel?" she asks, her eyes sparkling.

"I have the address, Kate," he tells her. "I'll follow you and Bill."

Kate releases my leash as though it's an u n c o n s c i o u s afterthought. I go to the passenger side of Kate's new car and wait for her to unlock the door. She stands there, watching Gabriel as if she misses him already.

"Kate - the door?"

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. You know how I get when...well, you know..."

I watch her legs flex as she works the clutch. Her skirt reveals every inch of them, up to her bare hip. I'm excited by the sight, but nervous as well. So many men have been between those legs. I wonder whether they've fucked her more times than I have during our entire marriage. It's ridiculous, but the thought haunts me. I know where the night will lead. That Gabriel will fuck Kate, there in her shop, stirs pangs of jealousy in me. I want this to be our night, now that the harness has made me hard again despite Gabriel's pills. If only I could relive the sensation of pushing inside her, thrusting, made deliriously happy by her wet, clasping pussy. I can't help staring at her as she drives. And I can't chase away the ultimate disappointment - I know he'll fuck her tonight. She's already his.

My despair fades as Breigha's voice wells up inside me again. "Oh, Billy - you can't possibly blame her for wanting him instead of you tonight. He's hotter than you, richer than you, and smarter than you. Besides, you've already given her to him in a way. You stand by and allow her to flaunt her body in front of him. You know her history - the kind of man that attracts her. The kind of man who can satisfy this need that will stay with her now forever. You owe her this, for being what you are. She deserves this gift - just be a good boy and give it to her. Give her what she needs, Billy. She'll love you for it - you know that."

How can I want this? But I do. Desperately. Her body should belong to him. Breigha's ethereal smile assures me I'm right.

Kate catches my lustful stare and glances at me with a teasing smile. "You're jealous, aren't you? Or maybe 'envious' is a better word, Billy? I really like him. You know I do."

"You mean you like his cock," I say. "I suppose that's what you want tonight. I just thought..."

"That you'd have me instead? That's sweet, Billy. Don't think I haven't noticed how hard you've been all night. You've been ogling my body, thinking about fucking me, haven't you?"

"You've noticed? Was it that obvious?"

"Everybody in the place noticed. How could they not? There's quite a bulge there beneath your pants - all that leather, and your desperate erection. Then there's that little wet spot on the front of your pants - did you know it was there most of the evening?"

I look down and see it for the first time - a dark circle an inch wide where my dick has been drooling. I'm still hard, and the spot is glossy and damp.

"You think they noticed?" I ask. I cringe with thoughts of how many had seen my walk of shame as we made our way through the restaurant to leave.

"Sweetie, everyone could tell. I'm sure of it. Everyone knew my husband was excited about his wife's date with a guy like Gabriel. It isn't that uncommon these days, you know. Wives have boyfriends. Husbands know, and some find it arousing."

My dick pulses and throbs as I listen. The harness tightens, and the collar around my scrotum pulls my balls farther downward between my legs. A dull ache rises in my groin. My bewildering reaction to her seemingly honest answer silences me. How can reliving this public embarrassment make me harder?

"Oooh, my sweet boy," Breigha's disembodied voice coos in my head. "Admitting your place in Kate's sexual fantasies is liberating. You don't have to hide your inadequacies anymore. Once the h u m i l i a t i o n passes, giving Kate to him, there, in public, becomes intoxicating titillation. You know I'm right. Think of it - your wife's delicious body in his powerful hands. How he makes her cum like you never could. Now you've made a public confession of it. And you've made her so happy..."

Your writing is exquisite!!!

Excellent!

This is such good and well-written storytelling, Don. Billy's taking it kind of hard, isn't he?