Locked in Love

Locked in Love

 

Male Chastity Erotica

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Locked In Love

 

Copyright © 2024 Green Bush Publishing

 

First Edition

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

 

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Chapter 1

 

With our two kids out of the house, off to college or out in their own apartment, Nick and I weren’t exactly bored, but we had a lot more free time. At first we tried to fill it with hobbies and friends and new restaurants, but those didn’t really hold our interest.

We made a deal to have sex a minimum of three times a week. We were able to do that easily. The real problem was that we had been married too long, we knew each other too well.

Nick had finished fucking me doggy style one early evening. We hadn’t bothered making dinner. We had made an agreement to have sex and we were going to be damned if that didn’t happen.

The sex was…okay. I came once, weakly, and then he finished and that was it.

I couldn’t see myself living the rest of my life like this. Sex had been fun and exciting when we were younger. The urge was still there but it had gotten boring. Rote. Predictable. Dull. Humdrum.

“That was…not great,” Nick said as he returned from the bathroom. He had washed himself. His cock was still semi-erect. He hadn’t been fully hard when he fucked me. He had been hard enough, but it was barely adequate. I could feel his cum slowly leaking out of me but I had no urge to get up and visit the bathroom. The ennui of dulled erotic existence had overtaken me.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Suggestions?”

“I was thinking of grilled chicken for dinner. We have everything we need for a salad.”

“I meant about the sex.”

“I don’t want a second round,” I told my husband.

“I meant how to make it better.”

Looking at him I said, “We could use more toys…”

I had a drawer full of dildos and vibrators and lingerie and lubes. I even had a pair of nipple clamps and a bulbous princess plug for my ass. We’d used them all. They were all…nice. Stuffed somewhere in the back of our closet was a box of bondage equipment. Neither of us was into being tied up. Too much prep work for a mild return.

“I think we’ve tried just about every toy,” he dismissed my suggestion.

“Well, what the fuck do you want to do, Nick? Fuck other people?”

I had meant it as an angry response to a question we had been asking each other for months. It was an angry response, but right away the idea excited me. Somehow we had managed to dodge the scourge of infidelity that had plagued too many of our friends and family. Now, suddenly, fucking someone other than my husband seemed ideal.

I wouldn’t do it, of course, because that would destroy our marriage, but the idea was there. Nick was a terrible actor. I couldn’t imagine doing role playing where he pretended to be the plumber and I was the princess he was coming to rescue with his big pipe cleaner.

“I’d love to watch you get fucked by someone else,” Nick said.

I laughed like he had suddenly become a professional stand up comedian who was slaying the crowd. I was the crowd. It was just a bit of insanity that made no sense.

And then I saw the expression on his face that said he was completely serious.

“I’m not giving into your typical male fantasy of watching your wife fuck another woman,” I said flatly.

“I meant with a man.”

He was still being serious. That made me nervous.

And excited.

“I think I’ve fucked enough men in my life.”

“Three? Really?”

He knew my number and I knew his.

Mine was three: high school boyfriend (terrible, nice guy but teenagers know nothing about sex), college boyfriend (much better, but I was too focused on school to really have a great sex life in college), and Nick, my post-college boyfriend and now husband.

His was eight, including me. At least one girl in high school. A few in college. A few more before he met me. And me.

I had no desire to fuck five more men so that our numbers were equal, but he wasn’t talking about that.

“Just three?” he asked me skeptically. “I know I’m good but—”

“You’re full of yourself,” I told him.

“But you said the other two were lousy. And I thought we said we were going to try something new for sex.”

“I didn’t think that would involve fucking other people,” I snapped at him. I didn’t know why I was so angry. Was it because I was disgusted by the idea?

Or was it because I was turned on by the idea?

I knew it was the second reason, but I wasn’t going to admit that and that was why my sex life was boring.

“Well, what’s your suggestion then?” he asked me.

I didn’t have an answer for Nick.

I loved the man but I was sexually bored but I didn’t have all that much interest in toys or fucking other people. What else was there in the world?

 

After our argument things got chilly between us. I might love my husband, but that doesn’t mean that we never argue. He didn’t bring up fucking other people again.

Not for a few days, at least.

It was three days later and we were approaching the limit of our always-honored rule of having sex at least three times a week. We had had sex exactly one time this week. We were going to need to fuck twice in three days to keep our record.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when he politely interrupted me. Since he was speaking to me and being civil, maybe he wanted to kiss and make up.

“I have something I want to show you,” he said.

I turned off the television. “What?”

He started to unbuckle his belt to remove his pants.

“I’ve seen your cock before,” I told him. It came out more disparaging than I truly felt.

“Not like this you haven’t.”

He dropped his pants along with his underwear.

“What the fuck is that!?” I exclaimed.

I knew exactly what the fuck that was.

I had just never seen one in person before, only pictures and jokes.

“It’s a male chastity device,” Nick said coolly.

I didn’t understand how he could be so casual about it. How the fuck does something like that wind up on a man’s cock? It certainly isn’t by accident.

“I know what a cock cage is!” I was unnecessarily angry at him. “Why do you have one on?” My mind wasn’t working. This made no sense. It was so strange and foreign to my reality to see his cock inside a hard plastic tube that was secured behind his balls. It almost looked like a medical device, but it wasn’t.

Not that I have a lot of experience with men’s penises, but I knew Nick was average. Maybe a bit above average. We had measured. I had some basis for comparison. I had access to Google and a tape measure. He was more than man enough for me.

Except behind the hard plastic of the chastity cage he somehow seemed smaller.

Nick held out his hand to me. From it dangled a small key. I knew right away what the key was for. I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t reach out for it. Doing that would make this whole episode real. I didn’t want it to be real.

“I’m wearing it because I want to watch you fuck another man. I’m going to keep the cage on until you do.”

I laughed again. It was the sort of hysterical laugh a woman makes when she’s losing her mind.

“No,” I said.

“Why not?”

My eyes bugged out at him. “You want me to go out to a bar, pick up a guy, take him home, and fuck him?” I asked. “That’s just asking to catch a disease.”

“Of course not,” he scoffed. “This sort of thing is done entirely on apps now.”

I held my hands over my face. “I can’t discuss this while you’re showing me the goods.”

He pulled up his pants and I uncovered my eyes. “I can’t believe you are actually asking me to do something so crazy.”

“Why is it crazy?”

“Where do I begin?”

What followed was a long and complicated conversation that was equal parts boring and confusing and sort-of sexy and scary and thrilling.

Nick had done a lot of the leg work for us. He had gotten the chastity device all on his own. He had opened up a few accounts on some hookup apps. He was bound and determined to find me a decent man who would give me the fucking of a lifetime in front of him.

But not just one man.

Five.

He wanted me to fuck five men.

“All at once?” I asked. I think it was the right time to use the word flabbergasted. I had never used that word to describe myself before but it seemed the perfect time.

“Not a gangbang,” he scoffed. “Unless you’re into that?”

“No.”

“Then one at a time until we’re equal.”

“Why?”

“Because our sex life is boring and I’m actually doing something to make it exciting.”

He was right. I loved him. I think I loved him more at that moment because of what he was willing to do to keep our sex life interesting.

I was bound and determined to return the effort.

Odd as it sounded, I was excited to start this new part of my life. Maybe I’d do it once and Nick would be so upset that I wouldn’t have to—get to—fuck four more men. So be it.

It was an adventure and I was going on it with the man I loved.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

The thing no one tells you about about hook up apps is that it’s a modern form of dating and is incredibly complex and boring to go through all the various profiles of people who you might be willing to fuck.

We quickly figured out two things. First, it was best to lead with we were just looking for a man to fuck me while my husband watched. Guys who wanted me alone we decided weren’t worth the time and effort. Second, the kinkier apps had the more honest and down-to-Earth people.

The details are long and boring and not worth the effort to relay. Suffice it to say that I wasn’t fucking a stranger the next day. Or even the next week.

Did Nick keep his chastity cage on the entire time while we hunted for an appropriate bull to fuck me? (I was personally slightly offended at the term bull—it implied I was a cow, but that’s another issue—because we weren’t animals and it was a bit debasing, but that’s not important.) Short answer: yes.

Long answer: no.

He insisted on wearing it to bed that first night. I thought he was crazy, but Nick often does things just to make a point. He woke up in the middle of a night suffering from a stifled erection.

It took a series of comic missteps to find the key and get it off his cock. These missteps included: dropping the key under the bed (I had left it on the nightstand because I didn’t know where else to put it), fumbling in the semi-dark trying to get the key in the lock, a painful erection because it was impossible to slip his balls through the retaining ring while he was hard, a very cold cock due to the application of an ice pack, and unexpected and unwanted depilatory action (Nick got more than a few pubic hairs yanked out when he didn’t want that at all).

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked him for the millionth time.

“Yes,” he insisted.

Some men are so single-minded it’s scary.

“My brave little soldier,” I said and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you.” He was sincere in his gratitude.

“I was talking about this little soldier,” I teased him, giving his cock a shake. It was still cold.

“Thanks.” The word dripped with poisonous sarcasm.

“Just teasing.”

“I probably should have jerked off before I put it on,” he mused. “I’m going to go a while before we get to have sex.”

A thought occurred to me. “Let me make it up to you,” I said and bent down to take his soft cock in my mouth.

It was cold.

It didn’t stay that way—soft and cold—for long.

Maybe I only had had sex with three men, but I had learned how to give an expert blowjob to my husband. All it took was a bit of practice (more than twenty years together), some advice books, and viewing some technique enhancers on porn websites.

Nick wasn’t complaining. For a guy eager to put a chastity cage on his cock he happily accepted a blowjob from me.

I liked giving him blowjobs. I liked making him happy. I liked the way his cum tasted when I was aroused. I didn’t find it humiliating. I found it empowering.

Nick came in my mouth. I swallowed his load.

“I wanted to fuck you,” he complained when I was done.

I shook my head. “No sex for you until I fuck five guys,” I reminded him.

“But—”

“Nope!” I cut him off. “And we’re going to put you back in the cage.”

He didn’t complain.

I think he liked it.

 

Our first success was Deegan. It took us a little over a week to find and vet him. Chatting endlessly on the app wasn’t exactly the best way to get to know someone, but it was the only way until we agreed to meet in person.

I had taken control of our accounts. Nick was logged in and watching, but saying nothing in the chats. I was quick to dismiss a lot of guys, but for some reason Deegan passed muster. Maybe it was because he didn’t have a picture of his cock as his primary profile picture. Maybe it was because he was just charming enough. But it was probably because I was getting horny after not having sex with Nick for over a week. (I gave him blowjobs and handjobs. He watched me use vibrators on my pussy. He went down on me, but his cock wouldn’t be inside my pussy until I got some strange. I was eager to make a bad decision just so I could fuck my husband again.)

The nice thing about the apps is that there are plenty of men looking for women to fuck. The bad thing about the apps is that there are plenty of skeezy men looking for women to fuck. It was fairly easy to weed out the terrible ones, but it was still an effort. Most of the seekers didn’t care one way or another if there was a husband there watching or participating.

I wasn’t going to waste time. I made a date with Deegan to go out for drinks with Nick and myself. He was more than willing to bend over backwards to meet up.

The thing I liked about Deegan was that he was younger than me and had a thick mane of hair. At least, that was the case if he wasn’t lying on his profile or was wearing a wig.

When we found him at the bar of the restaurant, I saw right away he hadn’t been lying. If anything, he was better looking in person than in his pictures.

“What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?” I asked him as we sat down at the table he had reserved after we had introduced ourselves.

Deegan opened his mouth to answer, but only managed, at first, an uncomfortable laugh. “I don’t know how to answer that while out in public.”

Nick looked around. He was wearing his chastity cage under his clothes. We hadn’t told Deegan about it. There was no reason to. He had been excited to meet the man who would—hopefully—fuck his wife and he wanted to be in a place where he couldn’t fuck me.

“No one is paying attention to us.”

It was the privacy of the public space. As long as you weren’t loud and obnoxious, no one cared what you did.

“Maybe we should just chat for a few minutes,” I suggested.

“Good idea, Denise,” Nick agreed.

And so we did the getting-to-know-you small talk that new coworkers would normally have. It was…unexciting. Nick and Deegan kept looking around to see if others were listening to us. It was hard to tell. Everyone was minding their own business. It’s nice to live in a polite city where people do what they’re supposed to instead of a small town where everyone is a busybody.

I grew up in a small town. I’m never moving back.

Finally I grew bored enough and abruptly asked Deegan when he and Nick were discussing the local minor league baseball team, “Why do you want to fuck me?”

They both looked at me in alarm.

“I mean besides the obvious: that you’re horny and I’m willing,” I added.

That only contributed to the two of them checking the other guests at the bar.

No one gave a shit about what we were discussing.

“And that you want to fuck me in front of my husband,” I added.

“Denise…” Nick said in a strained voice.

“I’ve never had the opportunity to fuck a married woman before,” said Deegan.

Nick swiveled his eyes back to our guest.

“Is this something you’ve been pursuing?” I asked him.

“Not so much…I’ve been in relationships on and off for a few years. I never wanted to cheat on my girlfriends. Somewhere along the line I wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone who was married to another person. It’s not something most people are open to.”

“You didn’t cheat on your girlfriends?” Nick skeptically asked him.

“No.”

I thought Deegan was lying. I didn’t care if he was lying. My natural lust and curiosity had put me in the mind frame where I wanted to have sex with him just to see what it was like.

How many women had the opportunity to fuck other men with their husband’s permission?

I would shortly decide whatever that number was, it was not high enough.

After a long, uncomfortable pause, Deegan added to his answer. “I talked to them about it, but none of them were on board.”

Looking back, I thought those women were idiots.

“Are you okay with Nick watching us?” I blurted out.

It was the first indication to them that I had made a decision. I was going to have sex with Deegan.

They both looked at me with surprise and delight.

“Yes,” Deegan answered.

“Yes,” my husband echoed.

It was that easy.

 

In retrospect, the smart thing to do would have been to get a hotel room. We took Deegan back to our place because I was eager to ride his cock and we didn’t have time to go to a hotel and hope that they had a room for us.

Sex does stupid things to the brain.

Once we were inside, it was like we had all suddenly lost our nerve. I wanted to fuck Deegan. Deegan wanted to fuck me. Nick wanted to watch me and Deegan fuck.

Instead of rushing to the bedroom, we instead made more small talk. I offered drinks to everyone. Deegan commented on the artwork in the living room and the view off the back deck.

Finally Nick was tired of our mutual delays and said to Deegan, “If you’ve gotten cold feet, I understand. You don’t have to stay.”

Our guest looked stricken. “No. I mean…I just don’t know how to start.”

“Why don’t you give me a kiss?” I suggested to him.

Nick and I exchanged a look. We hadn’t really discussed how this would go. We hadn’t discussed any limits at all, other than we both thought it was a good idea if Deegan were to use a condom, though I thought it would be hot if he came on me, covering my tits and belly with his cum.

“Is that okay with you?” he asked Nick.

Nick just nodded.

Neither of the men moved. I determined that I was going to have to be the one to take charge of the situation. I marched up to Deegan, pressed my body against his, wrapped my arms around his waist, and tilted my head up. He automatically embraced me as well.

I don’t remember anything about the kiss. I do remember feeling his cock start to rise, even through the jeans he was wearing.

I remember Nick gasping, “Holy shit.”

When I looked at him, he just said, “I think we need to go to the bedroom. Now.”

Upstairs in the bedroom, Deegan and I quickly undressed each other. I wished I could remember more of those moments because it was hot and so, so wrong, but also so very, very intense. Before I knew it, I was down to my bra and panties while we were standing, kissing. He was in just his briefs, tight across the front because he was already hard and his cock’s head was starting to peek out from the waistband.

Deegan pulled my bra up over my head like a pro, freeing my tits. I didn’t give him a chance to touch them. I fell to my knees and dragged his underwear down, making his cock pop out.

I didn’t hesitate at all. I wanted this. Nick had told me he wanted this. We were going to go through with it even if that meant our marriage was over. I didn’t care. My panties were soaked with my amrita and I needed to get fucked right then.

So I had no idea why I started sucking Deegan’s hard cock, other than I wanted to worship him for just a few minutes.

“Keep going,” Nick encouraged me.

“If she keeps going I’m going to cum in her mouth,” Deegan warned.

“Slow down,” Nick changed his instructions. “Savor it.”

Only when he said that did I regain a bit of my self-control. I was sucking another man’s cock for the first time in more than twenty years. Deegan’s dick wasn’t all that much different from Nick’s. Nicely sized, not too big or small. He trimmed his pubes which was nice. His balls felt heavy in my hand and that was when I realized that he shaved them. They were soft and smooth. His cock was leaking a bit of precum. I could feel the slipperiness on my tongue and in the back of my throat.

I wanted to know what his cum tasted like.

I wanted to know what his cock felt like in my pussy.

I wanted to know what it felt like to fuck another man in front of my husband.

In a moment of clarity that I shouldn’t have had because of my lust, I asked him, “Condom?”

Deegan dove for his jeans on the floor and yanked out a three pack of condoms. “I was a Boy Scout,” he declared. He opened one up and rolled it on while I watched. I was sort of disappointed he had to use a condom. I wanted to know what he felt like inside me without a barrier, but common sense prevailed.

Glancing at my husband, I slyly commented, “You’re the only one still dressed.”

“I’m just watching,” he reminded me.

“But I want to see your cock,” I teased him.

Deegan stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed while I talked to the love of my life. His cock was now encased in latex and it stood out proudly from his body. I wanted to compare his cock next to Nick’s. I knew that was impossible, but I wanted it anyway.

I wasn’t going to get Nick’s key from my purse. I wasn’t going to take off his cage.

But I wanted Deegan to know what sort of pervert my husband was.

“It’s okay,” said Deegan. “He doesn’t have to. I don’t mind being watched.”

I got to my feet and turned to the guest in our bedroom. “I want you to know his secret.”

Deegan was puzzled. “Secret?”

“Denise…” Nick complained.

“Are you ashamed of something,” I asked him.

“No,” he snapped at me. “But guys just don’t start whipping their dicks out and comparing them for no reason.”

“There’s a very good reason,” I reminded him.

“Am I…am I in the middle of something I shouldn’t be?” asked Deegan.

“Just show him before this gets weird,” I told my husband.

“It’s already weird,” he complained with a sigh and unzipped his pants.

“Do you have, like, a really tiny prick?” asked Deegan.

“Not at all,” I said when Nick hesitated at his underwear. It was stupid because Deegan was already naked. I was naked, except for my panties and I knew the bottoms of my ass cheeks were hanging out because I made sure they were because Nick thought that was hot.

I didn’t want Nick to be fully dressed while I fucked Deegan.

I wanted to save that for the second time I fucked a stranger.

Seeing that resisting and complaining now would only make things more awkward and uncomfortable for everyone, let alone delaying things that I really wanted to happen, Nick pulled down his underwear.

Deegan looked. He was nonplussed. He wasn’t shocked or delighted.

“Oh. She’s keeping you in chastity. Huh. That explains a lot.”

“He’s perfectly normal sized,” I told Deegan before Nick could say something stupid. It was fine for a wife to insist her husband wear a chastity cage, but it felt somehow wrong for a man to want to willingly be in chastity himself. It made it seem…tawdry.

“I can see that,” said Deegan.

“Why don’t you eat her pussy and I’ll watch and then you can fuck her,” Nick suggested as he put his cock away inside his underwear. I didn’t want him to be fully dressed, but that opportunity was slipping away.

I dipped my fingers into the front of my panties. “I want to compare your pussy-eating skills to my husband’s,” I told Deegan and then kissed him before backing up to the bed.

It had been my intention to pull down my panties, leave them on the floor, fall back on the bed, and spread my legs so he could dive in.

Instead, I got my panties down to my knees while I backed up a bit. I fell on my back on the bed, my panties tangled around my ankles, my legs desperately trying to open up to show off my pussy to my new lover, but I was sure I looked like a helpless turtle on her back.

“Here, let me help,” said my knight in shining armor.

That was Deegan, not my husband. Nick just watched and tried not to laugh.

It was hardly the smooth seduction I wanted to enact.

Deegan pulled off my panties, pushed my thighs apart, briefly admired my freshly shaven pussy, and then licked my slit.

I shivered in delight.

He was younger than Nick and inexperienced compared to my husband, but his enthusiasm for eating pussy made up for that. Laying on my back letting another man explore my pussy with his mouth and tongue was freeing. This was so messed up, but at the same time I was incredibly aroused.

Deegan wasn’t the best, but he got me plenty wet and hot. It was nice to experience someone else’s technique after so many years of just having the same man eating me out.

He had me moaning and whining for his cock without me fully realizing it.

“Oh…fuck yes…eat my slutty pussy…I want to suck your cock…I want your big fucking cock in my pussy.”

“Hon, yeah,” Nick sighed. “I want to see him fuck you.”

He was watching from the edge of the bed, on his knees, his face just inches away from Deegan’s and Deegan’s face buried between my thighs.

“May I?” he asked Nick.

I was a little offended he was asking my husband for permission to fuck me, but I was also a little turned on.

“Fuck yeah!”

Deegan crawled on top of me before I had a moment to realize it was really happening. I should have stopped him then. It had gotten out of control. But then he had his cock in hand and was sliding it up and down my slit.

I liked the way it felt.

I couldn’t say no.

And then he pushed inside of me and my marriage was truly upended.

Upended for the better.

It was the best fuck of my life.

Best fuck of my life up to that point. Sex just got better and better after that.

I completely forgot that Nick was there watching us. I completely forgot where I was, who I was, what I was doing. It was just pure, raw sex.

It might not have been that fantastic, but it certainly felt like it in the moment.

I lost track of how many times I came.

“I’m close,” Deegan abruptly warned me.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Cum in me!”

He was wearing a condom. He could cum in me, but we weren’t going to have that lovely feeling of fluid exchange and bonding.

“No! Cum on her tits!” Nick was there watching desperately. We could have taken off his cage before Deegan and I started fucking, but where was the fun and stress in that? He could have gotten out his key and freed his cock so he could beat off while his wife was being fucked, but he chose not to.

It was better that way.

I couldn’t gather my thoughts. After more than twenty years of marriage Nick had cum in my pussy more times than I could remember or count. He had cum in my mouth plenty. He had even cum in my ass more than a few times when we tried to do the boring suburban couple thing and spice up the bedroom with anal sex. (I liked it but life—kids—got in the way of that.) Nick had even cum on me more than a few times, sometimes on purpose, sometimes by accident, but it didn’t bother me.

When Deegan pulled out of my pussy and hurriedly unrolled the condom from his cock I was suddenly overcome with a desire to have him blast me in the face with his cum. I wanted to be a complete and utter slut for him and my husband.

Deegan pumped his cock twice and unloaded on me. I wanted it to be a flood. I wanted to be covered in thick, white spunk.

He left a bunch of small puddles on my stomach while a couple reached up to my tits.

I wasn’t exactly disappointed, but I wanted more.

“Fucking hot!” Nick hadn’t lost his enthusiasm for the moment. I turned my head to look at him. I felt shame and elation. It was so fucking confusing.

“That was great,” said Deegan, panting slightly. “Where’s the bathroom?”

Nick pointed the way but remained staring at my body, specifically the puddles that Deegan had left behind. Deegan left the bed and closed the bathroom door behind him.

“Are you okay?” Nick and I both asked the question of each other at the same time.

We grinned at each other. “I’m fine,” he said and grabbed a towel from the hamper in the closet. He used it to wipe up Deegan’s leavings; it seemed an ignominious fate for his seed.

“Me too,” I agreed.

“It was fucking hot.”

“Totally hot,” I agreed.

We didn’t know what else to say so we sat there on the bed, holding hands and exchanging kisses until Deegan emerged from the bathroom.

“This was great and all, but I’ve gotta jet,” he said, grabbing his clothes and quickly dressing.

We sat there in mildly stunned silence for a minute until he finished. “You’ve got my info. Hit me up when you want to do this again.”

With that, he was gone.

“Wow. I didn’t expect him to run out like that,” said Nick.

“Isn’t it better that he did?” I asked.

“Yeah…so what do we do now?” Nick laughed nervously. I was just thrilled that my husband hadn’t thrown a fit of anger and stormed out the door, promising a divorce in the morning.

I was thrilled…and still horny.

Reaching out, I grabbed Nick’s cock through his pants.

Well, his cock cage through his pants.

“I’m still horny,” I told him.

Nick was positively stoic in his reaction. “You are?”

“Fuck yes. I need more cock.”

“But you said you didn’t want me out of the cage until you evened the score with me.”

“Fuck that. I want you out of your clothes and cage right fucking now!”

Nick didn’t need to be told twice. He was naked in the flashiest of flashes. There was some fumbling around while I tried to remember where the cage key was (mine was in my purse, his was in the nightstand drawer), and then there was a delay while my trembling fingers desperately tried to release him.

I took a breath and forced myself to calm down.

When the cage was unlocked and his precious manhood was freed, I immediately took him into my mouth.

It felt incredible.

“You know, only sluts suck two cocks in one night.”

I looked up at him and removed my mouth from his cock. “You should know your wife is a slut.”

I didn’t really need to suck his cock; he got hard almost immediately after getting out of the cage. I was determined he was not going to cum in my mouth. I wanted him in my pussy and I didn’t care if it made me a slut.

He pushed me down on the bed and I spread my legs and he sank his hardness into me and we both moaned at the joining of our bodies.

“Your pussy feels fucking fantastic,” he told me.

“So does your cock.”

“I want to cum in you,” he gasped.

“Not fucking yet! Fuck me! Make me cum! Fuck! Me! HARD!” I was much louder than I needed to be.

It didn’t matter. He fucked me hard and I came and came and came.

“I’m gonna—” was all the warning that Nick gave me before he came and I could feel his cum pumping into me, filling my pussy the way Deegan should have.

“We have to do this again,” I whispered in his ear. “As soon as possible!”

 

 

Chapter 3

 

We were uncertain if we wanted Deegan to fuck me again. We weren’t opposed to the idea, but Nick was convinced that I was a catch, the sort of woman any man would want to fuck. He was also convinced that there were plenty of men out there who wanted to fuck a woman in front of her husband.

He wasn’t wrong.

It was just that the selection of men who filled that niche weren’t exactly the sort of men that we wanted fucking me.

Nick threw himself into the search with all his heart and soul.

He wanted this to happen more than I did.

Maybe because he confused to me that when he came after Deegan had fucked me, it had been the best orgasm of his life.

We were definitely on the same page.

Finding someone to follow up Deegan was more difficult than either of us imagined. Maybe we were being too picky. Maybe we were taking our time. Maybe we could have contacted Deegan and asked him to fuck me again, but on the other hand, he didn’t contact us.

The real reason was probably because I was letting Nick out of his cage way too much so that he and I could fuck.

We did fuck. A lot more than before he was caged. Sort of ironic.

I didn’t keep him in chastity 24/7. We sort of looked into that, but it seemed both extreme and a lot of work. I liked putting the cage on him, and watching him put the cage on, but I also liked taking it off. I liked being in charge of his cock. We both liked sending him to work wearing the cage, something we did only after a few weeks practice and with an emergency key just in case Nick needed it.

Maybe I should have said something to Nick, but I went into our hookup app accounts and changed a few settings. We started getting more interest from more interesting men. After a month we finally made a choice of who was going to be next.

Richard.

He was a little older than Deegan, but still younger than us. To me, he was incredibly handsome, everything I wanted in a man, but I didn’t tell Nick that.

Nick was decidedly neutral on what he thought of my second pick.

The texting back and forth was, from my perspective, interminable. I just wanted to meet the man and fuck him.

Finally we agreed to meet at a coffee shop on a Friday afternoon. It wasn’t a restaurant. It wasn’t a bar. Nick thought it wasn’t going to go anywhere.

My first impression of Richard was that he was a liar. His profile stated he was 5’10”. At best he was five-eight. On the positive side, Rich was—impossibly—more handsome in person.

He was personable and funny.

Nick slowly came around and was interacting with Rich in a friendly manner. When Rich excused himself to use the bathroom, the first thing out of Nick’s mouth was, “He’s short.”

“So?” I was a bit offended at the implied accusation that Rich was a liar, even though it was true.

“What else is he lying about?”

“No one tells the full truth on hookup app bios,” I said.

“Do you think he really has a ten inch cock?”

I didn’t answer right away. I remembered seeing that on the bio and immediately discounted it as puffery and bold exaggeration. Just like for me and Nick, there were no nude pictures of Rich on the app.

“I’m not sure, but I want to find out.”

 

Rich was not a fucking liar.

Things ended well on the coffee date and we agreed to meet the next day at our house. Again, we were being foolish, but Nick said he didn’t expect Rich to show up.

He did show up.

He showed up with an impressive cock.

Nick might have been intimidated.

My husband has a respectable cock, even if it was caged. He’s above average, but not huge.

When I got down on my knees and pulled down Rich’s underwear, I was astounded. He was huge.

I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get him in my mouth let alone my pussy.

“Oh…wow!” I took his cock in my hand and automatically started stroking it. Nick stood close by, watching. He was as fascinated as me.

“Thank you,” Rich replied. “Some women get intimidated.”

“You’re going to be the biggest cock I’ve ever had,” I said before starting an enthusiastic blowjob.

I could get him into my mouth. Just barely. He had obviously been through this before with other women.

“I won’t shove it down your throat,” he told me. I was glad for that. The last thing I wanted to do was choke and gag and vomit on his cock.

After a minute of enthusiastic fellatio on my part, I had to back off. “Holy fucking shit your cock is huge!”

“You handled it pretty well,” he complimented me.

“Thank you.”

He looked at my husband. “You can suck it as well,” Rich said to Nick. “There’s plenty to go around.”

With shock on my face, I looked back and forth between the two men. I hadn’t told Nick that I had expanded our search for new partners for me to include bisexual men.

To compound this problem, I hadn’t told Rich that Nick was unaware of this.

Nick was very cool with his response. “No, I’m good.”

Rich just shrugged. From my perspective, that was the best possible reaction. While the idea of me and my husband sucking cock together was a hot fantasy in my head, I never expected it to happen. There were lots of bi men looking to hook up with couples on the apps and most didn’t seem to care if it was just with the wife or the husband or both.

Somehow we had gotten Rich back to our house without discussing this at all.

Since I was on my knees in front of him, cock in my mouth and I didn’t want an incident in the bedroom, I quickly stood up while pulling up my dress at the same time.

“I need your big cock inside me,” I begged Rich.

Both men looked at me. I have to say, I looked cute and sexy in my matching flowery bra and panties. They were barely panties. I was really wearing a thong, something I didn’t really do but this seemed the perfect occasion. The matching bra made my tits look spectacular. I didn’t really want to take it off because I knew I’d disappoint Rich with how unimpressive my boobs were without artificial support.

To keep them both distracted I rolled the thong down my legs. I could see them both staring at my freshly shaven pussy. Nick had seen it before, hundreds of times, but it was a treat for Rich. Moving back to the bed, I lay down and spread my legs, opening the entrance to paradise.

“You’d better get me really wet and ready before fucking me.”

Rich didn’t need to be told twice. As he ate me out I tried to think if we had ever told him about Nick’s chastity cage. It didn’t matter, but I couldn’t remember one way or the other.

He was extremely good at eating pussy. Or maybe I just liked having my pussy eaten while my caged husband watched. Either way, it was a win. He used his tongue to delve into my tunnel, to tease my clit, to lick up my amrita. Rich didn’t limit his cunnilingus to just using his mouth and tongue and lips. While sucking my clit he gently stroked my asshole.

I loved it.

I shouldn’t have loved it, but I did.

Before I knew it, I was right on the edge of cumming, but I wanted—needed—cock.

“Oh, fuck me! Stick your cock in me!” I probably said a lot of other lusty and stupid things, but I’ve forgotten them now.

Somehow Rich was still hard. His cock was huge. Both Nick and I stared at it while he sorted through his clothes on the floor, found his jeans, pulled a pack of condoms out, and rolled one on.

They were the extra large size that prominently displayed the sizing on the front of the package.

I’m sure that ninety nine percent of the men buying those extra large condoms didn’t need them.

Rich did.

When he started to crawl on top of me, I suddenly got cold feet.

“Wait wait wait!”

The look of disappointment on his face was crushing.

“Too much?” he asked. “Too fast?”

I shook my head. I wanted to go through with this but his large cock intimidated me.

“I need to be on top,” I said. “I have to be in control.”

That was good enough for Rich. We changed positions.

He laid down with his big cock resting heavily on his stomach. I didn’t expect it to stick straight up like a telephone pole aimed at the ceiling, but I expected it to be a little bit off his body.

That didn’t stop me, of course. I climbed on his body and straddled his hips. Since he was so attractive, I leaned in and kissed him. I liked kissing other men in front of my husband, but what I really liked was fucking other men in front of my husband.

It was awkward, but I worked my slit along the thick length of Rich’s cock. It was a nice feeling but I wanted him inside me. Rich made no move other than to rest his hands on my hips.

Breaking the kiss, I turned my head to Nick who was rapt while watching us. “Hon? Do me a favor? Put his cock inside me.”

My pussy was dripping amrita at this point. I’m sure it was smeared along Rich’s cock as well.

After I asked for Nick’s help, I looked back at Rich and grinned at him. “I’m not going to fuck you until he puts you inside me.”

I didn’t know why I was torturing Nick like this, but I liked it.

I liked it even more when Nick moved behind us and I could feel him manipulating Rich’s cock, trying to find my entrance.

It would have been a lot easier if either I or Rich had been doing it, but putting Nick in his place was vital.

He finally found the right angle and I slowly sat down on Rich’s big cock, stretching me out as I went.

It was an arduous process.

I fucking loved it.

The cunnilingus had gotten me worked up and that had helped a lot. So did Nick’s gaze; I loved performing for him.

When I finally started working my ass up and down on Rich’s cock, Nick moved next to me and kissed me.

I felt like a slut. I loved it.

“How huge is he?” Nick wanted to know.

“So…fucking…huge,” I moaned as I continued to ride.

“Cum for me,” Nick begged. “I want to see you cum.”

It was easy to cum. I was right on that ragged edge of pain and pleasure and Nick’s kisses and desire made it easy for me to climax. Once I came that first time, a series of orgasms followed as I kissed both men, rode Rich’s cock, and had my tits mauled by the both of them.

“Ready for me to cum?” Rich asked abruptly. His cock was finally hard the way I liked it when I was riding Nick.

“Fuck yeah!” Nick exclaimed.

I gave my husband a quick, strained smile. “Want to cum on my face?” I asked Rich.

His hands on my hips kept me from moving. “Fuck yes!”

I scrambled off him and the bed, getting on my knees like a good little submissive hotwife. Rich followed and I was struck by the face that while kneeling my face was a few inches above his cock. When I was in the same position with my husband, my face was always a few inches below Nick’s cock. I didn’t comment on that and simply tried to get a little lower, spreading my knees apart.

After tearing off his extra large condom, Rich held the base of his cock with one hand and pumped himself with the other. I have only ever really taken a load to the face while with Nick and then it was mostly accidentally.

A quick glance at Nick confirmed that he was completely into this. It only took Rich a few pumps of his hand before he was cumming.

He groaned in relief.

It took a few seconds for the cum to hit me in the face.

It splattered on my forehead. The second shot went across my nose and cheekbone. The third and following shots landed mostly in my open mouth and on my chin. Some dripped down to my tits. I felt like an honored slut.

His spunk was thick and delicious, hot and salty.

I wiped up the first couple of shots with my fingers and sucked them, looking up at Rich. He had a big grin plastered across his face.

So did I.

So, much to my shock, did my husband.

“That was fucking great,” Rich declared after he stumbled back and sat down abruptly on the bed. “You’re a great fuck.”

“Thanks,” I accepted his compliment.

“Give me a couple of minutes and we can go again.”

“You can?” This surprised Nick.

No disrespect to my husband, but he wasn’t a teenager any longer and was only good for one orgasm a session. At his best, when we first met, Nick managed to cum three times one night. It was the only time he had ever cum three times in one night.

“Yeah,” Rich said with a grin. I looked at his cock. Nick looked at his cock. Maybe he wasn’t rock hard at the moment, but he was still close to fully erect. I reached out and caressed him.

He was nice and hard, but he did shy away from my touch.

“Careful!” he cautioned me. “I’m still super sensitive. Give me a minute.”

“Do you need me to suck you again?” I asked him.

“No. Just give me a minute.”

The room was silent as he breathed and held onto the base of his cock. I wanted to see how big he actually got so I could compare him in person to Nick. Just as I was working up the courage to do so, Rich said, “Okay, I’m ready. Do you mind fucking doggy this time?”

I glanced at Nick for some encouragement. He gave me a nod. “Hell yeah. I’m nice and warmed up now.”

Getting on the bed, I arched my back and spread my legs, presenting myself like a slut for Rich. I was a slut for Rich.

It took Rich a moment to join me on the bed; he was putting a condom on. It was a good thing he did that on his own. It made me trust him. I would have loved for him to fuck me raw and fill my pussy with his cum, but we—Nick and I—weren’t there yet. The desire was there, but I was still thinking rationally.

It took a little bit of effort for him to push all the way into me. I was moaning loudly the entire time. I reached out for Nick’s hand and held it through the process. Nick wasn’t looking at my face and sharing kisses with me to get me through the process. He was watching Rich’s monster cock fill me up unlike anything I’d ever had before.

It was truly a bonding moment between us, the sort of thing only a husband and wife can share: a hotwife being fucked by her bull in front of her cuck.

I don’t use those terms casually because they are so fraught with hidden and secondary meanings, but I loved being fucked by Rich like that.

The sex was extraordinary. I came a number of times before Rich finally came, this time inside of me, but, disappointingly, his spunk was caught by the condom.

Next time, I promised myself. Next time he was going to fuck me raw.

 

The next day Nick and I talked about what had happened.

“Have you ever touched another man’s cock before?” I asked Nick. There was no reason to be subtle about it. I already knew the answer.

“No!” His answer came out vehemently.

My second question was more cautious. “Did…did you mind doing that for me?”

Nick didn’t answer right away. I loved his answer when he did. “I didn’t mind at all.” He paused. “I sort of liked it.”

I perked up. “Liked it how?”

“I just…liked it.”

“You’re going to need to give me more to go on than that.”

We were sitting eating brunch. Nick looked away from me and focused on the cut up fruit on his plate. I waited patiently. Talking about sex wasn’t exactly easy for us so we both had to be patient. Nothing Nick could do would upset or anger me; I just wanted to see him happy. I wanted to do almost anything to make him happy. Fucking other men made me happy and it made Nick happy. We were both winning.

“I wondered what it would be like to suck his cock,” Nick finally said.

“I could tell you that,” I told him. “It was a little bit difficult because he was so big, but I made it work.”

Nick grunted in annoyance. I was being obtuse; I knew that. “I’ve thought about sucking other guys’ cocks before,” he finally admitted. “I’ve never told you that…”

“It’s fine. Curiosity is fine.”

“I think I want to actually do it. I want to have sex with another guy. But with you there.”

My pussy was on fire. I could feel my amrita leaking out of my pussy. I felt my limbs trembling. My anxiety went through the roof.

This was all good. My most common fantasy when masturbating was secretly watching two men fuck. If my husband was down to let me watch, I was fine with not having to spy on him.

But I didn’t want to scare him off.

I had no idea my husband was bi. The things you discover about your partner after more than twenty years. First the cock cage and now wanting to suck cock.

“Would you like to suck Rich’s cock with me? He definitely wants to fuck me again.”

When he had left last night, Rich happily offered to be our third anytime we wanted. That was a change from Deegan.

“I wanted to suck his cock last night when he offered,” Nick said, starting to babble. “I didn’t because I didn’t know what you would think and it wasn’t what we agreed to and I wasn’t sure if he was kidding and I didn’t want to ruin the night for you and—”

I put my fingers to his mouth to temporarily silence him. “Stop. It’s fine. Let’s ask him. Do you want to see if he’ll come over tonight? Do you want to show him your locked cock?”

Nick let out an exhausted and relieved laugh. “Sure. What the fuck do I have to lose?”

“Well, you might need to do all the work. My pussy is still pretty sore from last night.”

I wasn’t as young as I used to be either. I was going to need a little bit of recovery time, but for Rich’s cock I was willing to undergo a little suffering.

As it turned out, Rich wasn’t available for a repeat performance in the bedroom. He asked if we were willing to try again next weekend.

I was.

Nick was.

It was going to happen.

But not before I had a little fun with my husband.

Claiming I wasn’t going to unlock him if I didn’t get a chance to fuck Rich, I told Nick he was going to have to suffer in his cage for the next week.

I think that Nick was okay with that.

Instead of me having sex that night, Nick did.

But I didn’t take his cage off.

“Strip,” I told him when we were in the bedroom.

“Why?”

“Do you want to argue or do you want to cum?”

He undressed in record time.

I kissed him and shook his cock inside his cage. We had ordered a pair of new cages for him. One hard black silicone and one made of steel. They were relatively cheap and had yet to arrive, but we wanted to find something that appealed to the both of us.

“This is mine,” I told him.

“That makes me happy.”

“I’m going to make you cum tonight.”

“I can’t fucking wait.”

“But you aren’t going to get to take off your cage.”

“What?”

I sauntered away from my husband and pulled one of the two vibrators I owned out of my nightstand.

“I’m going to tease you until you cum inside your cage,” I told him.

“I…I can’t do that. You can’t do that to me!”

I shook my head and waved the sparkly pink vibrator in front of Nick’s face. It had been a gift from him and I loved it. Just the right size with a variety of different settings that could always make me cum. I was certain it would work on him as well.

“We’re going to find out. It’s going to take some time and effort. Now lay down and let me get to work.”

Nick could have refused or argued. He didn’t. It was my guess that he wanted to see if it was possible for this to happen.

When he laid down, I shimmied out of my leggings and left them in a crumpled ball on the floor. After giving Nick a kiss, I got on top of him in the classic 69 position, putting my crotch in his face.

He didn’t complain.

I could feel him breathing on my pussy. Well on my ass and thighs, through the thin material of the thong I was wearing for him.

“Your cock is so cute compared to Rich’s,” I told him as I turned on the vibrator.

He was already swollen inside the clear, hard plastic cage. He had shaved the previous day so his balls were smooth as was his pubic triangle. I held his balls in one hand and ran the vibrator along his taint with the other.

“Ooohhh,” he moaned.

“You like that?”

He didn’t answer me. His tongue ran along my panty-covered slit. I barely felt it. I wasn’t going to take off my thong for him. I was still sore and he wasn’t going to get to fuck me.

“I think you do,” I answered for him. “Just lay back and relax and think about what it will be like to suck Rich’s cock.”

His cock was filling all the space in the cage now. His balls were drawn up to his body, getting ready to empty their load.

“I can’t wait to see you do that. Maybe we can give him a double blow job. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? When he cums, we can share his spunk.”

I placed the vibrator directly onto Rich’s cage. There was a rattle as the semi-soft silicone of my toy clattered against the hard plastic, but it was more than sufficient to transmit the pleasant sensations directly to Rich’s cock.

His gasps were lovely. He struggled underneath me. We were never big into bondage, only playing with it a little when we were much younger, but in the moment I wished I had tied him down so I could torture his little cock to my heart’s content.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he begged me. “Please stop, Denise. You have to stop.”