The Open Cage

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Chapter 1

 

It had been years since Leigh had been in a nightclub of any sort. It wasn’t that she was too old for this shit—she insisted that she wasn’t—but she had thought she had outgrown hot and sweaty places with loud music and bad lighting.

As it turned out, she had been wrong about that. The guy she was dancing with—Roger? Richard? Ryan? Rory? Ryker? She hadn’t been able to clearly hear his name over the loud music—was handsome enough and enough of her type to more than pique her interest. 

She had piqued his interest as well. He was standing behind her, their bodies tight together. Her ass was rubbing into his hips. She could feel how hard his cock was. It was good to feel, not that he was hard, but because she could make a stranger hard. His shirt was unbuttoned and she could have reached back to caress his naked, sweaty skin, but she held off.

Had she been married too long? She knew she could still make Wade’s cock hard. 

The thought of her husband made her look around the dance floor. Everyone was in a state of semi-undress, the women moreso than the men. Lots of the guys were shirtless but it seemed like most of the women had removed their shirts and in many cases bras, though it seemed like many were wearing pasties. A few women were in nothing more than a G-string. Leigh felt positively overdressed in her short skirt and blouse, even though she had opened up the buttons enough to not only expose her cleavage, but to fully display her bra as well.

Then she spotted Wade. He was dancing with a woman. Wade and his dance partner were face-to-face so Leigh couldn’t see what the other woman looked like. She saw his hand on the woman’s ass and that made her stomach flip-flop.

She liked that feeling.

It made her feel better about grinding on her partner’s hard cock, even though they were still separated by at least two layers of clothing.

The man’s hands traveled from her hips up to her tits and he cupped them, pulling her tightly to his body. When was the last time someone other than Wade had touched her tits? She pushed back harder with her ass.

“I love your tits and ass.” Under more romantic circumstances the words would have been intensely whispered. The music was too loud. He practically shouted in her ear.

Under other circumstances Leigh would have been mortified. She felt her ass was too big. Her tits were larger than she liked. They always seemed to get in the way. 

But this man didn’t care about that. For that matter, Wade said he loved her big tits and ass, but coming from a near-stranger, the sentiment seemed to carry more weight.

She felt his lips kiss the side of her neck. Leigh wasn’t particularly ticklish, but his hot breath on her skin caused her to turn her face. Suddenly he was right there. The next thing she knew she was kissing him. 

Her heart jumped.

She didn’t stop the kiss.

She parted her lips to let him sneak his tongue into her mouth.

When was the last time she had ever kissed anyone other than Wade?

Her heart continued to pound in time with the music. Her entire body was on fire with lust. 

Leigh’s eyes opened and she looked directly at her husband. He was staring at her. The woman dancing with Wade was practically riding his thigh, her skirt hiked up to her ass, just barely showing off dark lace panties. They weren’t doing anything that the other couples at the party were doing. 

Leigh reminded herself that this was all her idea.

“I want to take you up to my room and fuck you.”

 

***

 

“We’re an old married couple,” Leigh announced as she sat next to Wade on the couch. He was reading a book. She had just been about to turn on the television to watch…something. This was the life she had suddenly found herself in. Empty-nesters working their office jobs, living quietly while waiting for vacations and holidays and eventually death.

Leigh told herself not to think like that. Therapy and medication had finally brought her ever-simmering depression to heel, but it was always there.

“Yes, dear,” Wade said softly, not looking up from his book.

“We’re an old married couple and we’re BORING. Are you okay with that?” 

Wade removed his reading glasses and turned his head to look at her. “The numbers might be high, but I’m still the man you married those many, many years ago. I’ll take you into the bedroom right now and fuck you until you forget your name.”

“I wish you would,” she all but snapped at him.

Wade closed his book and stood up, extending his hand to her. “Let me escort you to your bedchambers, my darling.”

It wasn’t that Wade couldn’t be charming. He was. And he was affectionate and loving. And the sex between them was…good. Routine, but good. They weren’t wild and kinky, but Leigh never thought of them as vanilla either. Until she realized they were extremely plain.

Leigh just wanted more. 

“I don’t want to fuck you,” she said bluntly. “I want to fuck someone else.”

That was the start of the conversation three months ago that had brought them to this party for swingers. Leigh had told Wade she fully intended to find someone to fuck and she was going to go through with it. Wade could watch or participate or not.

She had fully expected him to say no. To resist. To freak out.

He didn’t. He went along with her plan.

Maybe he was more than a little bored as well.

 

***

 

“I want you to fuck me,” she told her partner. “I need to tell my husband where I’m going.”

She was making this all up as she went along. Would it be the end of everything they had built up after more than two decades together? Would it just be a fond memory of one night?

Somehow Leigh found the inner strength to push away from this man she didn’t know and maneuver through the dance floor to Wade. The handsome stranger followed her.

“I’m going to go fuck Roger in his room,” she shouted to Wade who still had his hands on the other woman’s ass as they rubbed their bodies on each other.

“Ryan,” the man who was still holding her hand corrected her.

“I’m going to go fuck Ryan in his room,” Leigh amended her statement. “Want to come with us?”

Wade’s eyes lit up. “Sure!”

Leigh had no idea how she was going to handle two men. Was this the man she had married and had children with? It didn’t seem right. 

Unsure of what she had started, Leigh turned back to Ryan. “Where’s your room?”

“Upstairs,” he shouted. “I have to find my wife first.”

Leigh realized it only made sense that Ryan had a wife. The party was open only to couples. But it hadn’t occurred to her that she might be fucking someone else’s husband. 

Ryan kept hold of her hand as they wended their way through the crowd and off the dance floor. He went to the bar against one wall and approached a woman who was chatting with a man next to her. Ryan spoke directly into her ear. Leigh couldn’t hear what was said over the loud music. The woman just nodded and when Ryan pulled Leigh along toward the exit, the woman followed.

Once through the ballroom doors and into the hallway, it was easy to find the elevators and they all piled in, the group laughing and smiling as Ryan gave his wife a quick summary of what had happened.

Only then did introductions take place.

“Leigh,” said Ryan. “This is my wife, Pru.”

It was strange to shake Pru’s hand considering that Leigh was intent on fucking Pru’s husband.

“Prudence,” said the pretty brunette in the tight confines of the elevator. “Oh, you’re his type all right. He loves blondes with big tits.” Pru was staring directly and hungrily at Leigh’s semi-exposed breasts. Leigh couldn’t help but notice that Pru was slimmer than her with a much smaller chest. She wanted to ask Ryan about the disparity between the women he lusted after and his wife, but didn’t have the chance. “I was watching the two of you out there.”

Leigh blushed but figured no one noticed because her face was already flushed from dancing.

“This is my husband Wade,” Leigh introduced him to the other couple.

“And this is Sheila,” said Wade. Leigh realized his dance partner had slipped onto the elevator with them. Instead of a quartet, they were a quintet. She didn’t know what to do or say, but found she had no objection to another woman joining them. What was she going to say? No, I don’t want my husband messing around with another woman? It was patently stupid.

“Your husband is a very good dancer,” Sheila said to Leigh. She had straight black hair that framed her face and wore a sheer blouse that didn’t hide her nipples at all. Her tight black skirt barely came down over her butt, exposing the tops of her thigh high stockings. 

“Thank you.”

The elevator came to a stop and they all trooped out.

The hotel wasn’t large and the group had rented out all of the rooms. They wouldn’t encounter anyone who cared what they were doing. 

Ryan led them to a door and opened it. Everyone went in without hesitation.

Leigh wondered what the hell she was doing.

The hotel room featured a huge king sized bed and little else. That’s all they would need. 

Once inside, Leigh suddenly felt shy and turned to talk to Wade but said nothing when she saw her husband kissing Sheila. It wasn’t a friendly kiss. It was the sort of kiss Leigh had shared on the dance floor with Ryan. Their bodies were once again pressed together and she realized her husband wanted to fuck this stranger, this woman as much as Leigh wanted to fuck Ryan.

Somehow that seemed right.

“Do you like watching him with other women?” Ryan asked Leigh, pulling her close. They were face-to-face and once again she could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach now instead of her ass.

“Yes.” It was the truth as far as it went. It was the first time she had seen Wade kissing someone else. It made her feel strange, but she liked it.

Ryan kissed her. It was incredible. Under other circumstances this would have been wrong, but here it was allowed. Encouraged. Expected.

As they kissed Ryan worked her blouse off her and started tugging at her bra. If there was a time to back out, this was it.

Leigh pushed her hands against his bare chest. “Wait,” she said as he took off his shirt as well.

She didn’t run away. She pulled the bra up and off, letting her heavy tits fall free. 

“Gorgeous!” The compliment didn’t come from Wade. It was from Pru. Leigh had forgotten she was there.

“I agree,” said Wade.

“Spectacular,” Sheila chimed in. She was in a clinch with Wade, her black skirt rolled up to her waist showing off her maroon lace panties and thigh high stockings. His hands were on her ass. Already Wade’s shirt was off and his pants were open. Sheila’s hand was inside his pants, cupping his cock through his underwear. Leigh wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep watching the other couple or turn her attention to Ryan.

Only Pru was still fully dressed, but just barely. She wore a corset-like top and pants so tight they looked painted on. Leigh wondered how difficult it would be to take off the corset. Oddly Wade’s wife looked happy to be watching Leigh with her husband.

“Keep going,” Pru encouraged Leigh. “I want to watch him fuck you.”

Ryan kissed her again, distracting her from watching Wade with Sheila. They were moving to the bed. Going to his knees, Ryan took one of Leigh’s nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, making her gasp. His hands were busy, unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them down. She wanted to go slow, let him see the expensive silk thong she was wearing, but it came down with her jeans. Whirling her around Leigh wound up on her back on the bed next to Wade. Sheila was on top of him, wearing only her panties now. They were kissing and his hands were all over her tits.

Then Leigh couldn’t focus on her husband because Ryan’s face was between her thighs and he was licking her pussy. He knew just what to do. Leigh was already wet so getting eaten out wasn’t strictly foreplay. Leigh let her head fall back allowing Ryan to do whatever he wanted to her. When he sucked on her clit and slipped a pair of fingers in her pussy while his pinky tickled her asshole…it was impossible for Leigh not to cum.

“You’re really loud when you cum,” said a very calm and collected Pru.

Leigh was mortified. “I…I didn’t mean to be.”

“It’s fine,” said Pru as she approached the bed and bent over Leigh, giving her a kiss. In other circumstances it would have been a casual kiss between friends. Somehow in this context it was much more intimate. “Do you want to fuck my husband?”

“Yes. Please. May I?”

Leigh glanced over at Wade. His eyes were closed. Sheila was halfway kneeling on the floor. Wade’s cock was in her mouth as she concentrated on giving him a blow job. Leigh wanted to watch but the lure of Ryan’s cock was too much to withstand.

Pru laughed. “Get your pants off, dear. She’s going to love your cock.”

Ryan moved off Leigh and stood up to remove his pants. After unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper, he pulled down his pants and underwear together. Leigh was eager to see what his cock would look like.

Instead of seeing a pretty cock standing upright or a handsome one thrusting forward aggressively she was instead presented with a swollen cock contained within a cage clamped around his intimate anatomy.

“What the fuck?” It took Leigh a moment but then she comprehended what she was seeing. She hadn’t been feeling his cock on the dance floor; she had been feeling the cage.

“I can’t let him out in the world without a chastity cage,” said Pru as she removed her necklace. What Leigh had thought was an unusually shaped charm was instead a key.

“She keeps me on a short leash,” Ryan explained to Leigh as Pru slipped the key into the lock that was part of the cage. Leigh watched with fascination as the cage came off. Ryan’s cock immediately started to grow. It had been swollen inside the cage, but once released, it was as if he were any other man.

“You love being on a short leash,” Pru told him, standing up and giving him a kiss. Her hand wrapped around his erection and Leigh found she was jealous, though she was not married to the man. 

“I love it when you let me fuck other women,” Ryan replied to her. 

“I only let you fuck other women,” Pru reminded him. “My pussy is too good for you.”

“I know dear. That’s why I love you.” He gave her another kiss.

“Do you want to suck his cock?” Pru asked Leigh while continuing to stroke her husband’s erection.

“Umm…”

Pru chuckled. “You don’t have to. He’s already hard and I’m sure you’re wet. I want to watch him fuck you.”

Leigh managed to maintain her composure. “Yes. Please.” She glanced at Sheila and Wade. The dark-haired woman was done with her blowjob and was now crawling up Wade’s body. They kissed and Leigh felt another thrill down her spine and into her pussy. Then the two were positioning each other and Sheila was about to sit down on Wade’s cock—

But then her view was blocked as Ryan got on top of her, picked her up and tossed her further up on the bed. She spread her legs for him as his strong cock found her slit.

Leigh had to grasp him to work the head up and down her slit before he pushed inside of her.

It was wrong—so wrong!—to have another man’s cock inside her body. But at the same time it was so good. So right. So perfect. Leigh couldn’t stop herself from moaning as Ryan started fucking her with alarming force.

He was completely in control of her body and she loved it. Her moans were loud and filled the room. She didn’t care if she was distracting everyone else. Getting fucked by a new cock for the first time in over twenty years…it had been worth it. 

She had already cum once from his pussy eating, the second orgasm rolled easily through her body. The way his cock filled her was a delight. She could fuck him all night and be thoroughly satisfied. 

The third orgasm caught her unexpectedly, but now she considered herself to be an expert at being fucked by someone other than her husband.

“Pussy, tits, or face?” Ryan asked her as he continued to thrust.

“What?”

“Where do you want me to cum?”

She didn’t know how long they had been fucking—it hadn’t been very long, had it?—but she didn’t want him to cum yet. She didn’t want this to be over.

“Pussy,” she managed to moan out.

“I’m close,” he warned. “But we’re not going to stop.”

Leigh nodded and continued to let him use her body. He was so hard now it felt like a steel rod inside her pussy. She came one last time and then felt him spurt and he groaned and he came hard. Spurt after spurt filled her pussy as he continued to thrust, unable to stop himself.

Finally Leigh was laughing, pulling his face to hers for a kiss, and thrilled with the notion that she had broken some impossible barrier. But she knew that wasn’t fully true. She and Wade weren’t the first married couple to do this.

“Your pussy is perfection. It was my pleasure to fuck you,” said Ryan. 

“Thank you.” She kissed his cheek and then flopped her head to the side to look at Sheila and Wade. The woman’s black hair obscured her face. She was sitting up and riding Wade’s cock. The more surprising part was Pru standing at the side of the bed, holding Sheila’s face between her hands. The two women were kissing. Leigh found that fascinating. She reached out and grabbed Wade’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to notice. 

“He’s going to cum,” Sheila said, breaking the kiss.

Pru was fondling the woman’s breast, pinching her nipple between finger and thumb. “Are you going to take it in your pussy?”

“Uh-huh.”

Only now did Leigh wonder if the two women knew each other. They seemed familiar with each other but had they just met? Had they played before? Were they old lovers?

“Are you going to cum?”

“I—I—I already did,” Sheila groaned as she came again.

“Cum,” Pru told Wade. “You need to cum in her.” She leaned down and kissed Wade which gave Leigh more confusing thoughts and feelings.

It was obvious Wade wasn’t in control of the situation. He lasted a few more seconds and then made the expression and noise that Leigh was well familiar with as he came.

He was cumming inside the other woman. Leigh thought that wasn’t a great idea, but she had no standing to complain after what she had just done.

“Oh…his cum is so hot,” Sheila moaned and she braced her hands on his chest, her face a rictus of pleasure.

Leigh was certain that Pru had dropped her hand down to Wade’s balls and gave them a squeeze. He grunted in surprise. “Are you done cumming?”

“Uh-huh,” Wade groaned, completely spent.

Pru pushed Sheila off him, making the slightly built woman sprawl. Leigh thought Pru was going to get on Wade, but instead she got between Sheila’s legs and started licking the other woman’s pussy.

“Oh shit,” Leigh exclaimed. Wade turned his head enough to witness what she was looking at and grinned.

“Fucking awesome,” he declared.

“My wife doesn’t get enough sex,” Ryan told Leigh.

“I guess she’s frustrated,” Leigh said. “She could just, you know, not put that thing on your cock.”

The expression on Ryan’s face clearly communicated he was shocked at her suggestion. “But I love wearing it!”

 

Chapter 2

 

Leigh woke up in the morning curled up next to Wade. For just a moment she thought it had all been a dream. Then she realized she was naked…and a little sore. And they were in a hotel room.

She sat bolt upright, waking up Wade.

“Oh shit!”

He blearily blinked his eyes and tried to focus. “What? What’s the matter?”

“We fucked strangers last night,” she reported to him.

It took Wade a moment. “Yeah. I know. I was there.”

“Did we really do that?”

“You just said we did.”

Leigh fell back on the mattress and started laughing hysterically. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“It was your idea,” he pointed out. His eyes were closed. He wanted more sleep.

“I know but…wow.” She paused and stared at the ceiling. “Did you see that thing that Pru put on Ryan’s cock? And took off so I could fuck him?”

“Yeah. I did.”

“That was…that was hot. Confusing, but hot.”

She rolled to her side and kissed Wade’s cheek. He grunted in response. “Are we good?” she asked.

Wade flopped an arm across his eyes. The sun was just starting to peek through the drawn curtains. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Because we both fucked strangers last night.”

“Something like half of all marriages are touched by infidelity,” he mumbled. “Or something like that.”

“But we weren’t really cheating on each other. You and I were right there together.”

“Yeah.”

Leigh dragged his arm off his eyes. “Look at me,” she ordered him. 

Wade forced his eyes open. 

“Are you okay with what happened?”

“Yes.”

She frowned. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Are you okay with what happened?” he tossed back at her, blinking his eyes, trying to get them to focus on her pretty face.

“Yes. It was my idea, as you already told me.”

“Then everything is fine,” he said. “I’m still…processing it. But…”

She waited a moment. “But what?” she finally prompted him.

“But if I can fuck Sheila again, I’m going to.”

Shrieking in delight Leigh rolled on top of her husband and gave him another kiss. When she straddled his body, she discovered he was hard. Was it just morningwood or was he turned on? Did it matter?

“You are, are you?” she asked between kisses.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve fucked someone other than you?”

“About eight hours?” She adjusted her position on top of him. His hard cock was laying along her slit but she couldn’t easily insert him the way she was laying.

“Before that. Over twenty years.”

“Was it worth the wait?” she asked.

“Yes,” he groaned as she slid her pussy along his erection.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

“Desperately.”

“Are you okay with Ryan fucking me?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Are we going to do it again?”

“Only if you insist.”

“I insist.”

She reached down between them, grabbed his cock, and guided it into her pussy. Leigh was amazed at how wet she was from so little foreplay.

“This is crazy,” he said. 

“Fuck yeah it is.” 

She rode him for a minute. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. Last night’s events were too fresh in his mind. Her tits were practically in his face. As much as he had become accustomed to Leigh’s pussy over the years, he still lusted after her. Fucking her felt good. Fucking Sheila had been great, but he couldn’t imagine not being with Leigh. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned. 

“What?”

“I’m going to cum too quickly.”

“Better not or I’m going to ride your face until you make me cum.”

Those were the worst possible words to say to him right then.

He started breathing faster, he tried to focus on anything but sex, but he failed miserably. She could feel him hot and throbbing inside her pussy and somehow that delighted her. A smile split her face and she started rocking her hips faster. 

“Cum for me,” she ordered him. “Cum in my pussy right now!”

Wade lasted another few seconds before his body betrayed him. He came with a harsh grunt followed by his cock spurting inside her.

Once more Leigh laughed in delight. “Fuck yeah! Little boy can’t handle my pussy!” She kissed him as he finished emptying his balls in her. She continued to pump her hips, getting every last bit of his essence.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he blathered. “I wanted to make you cum first.”

She kissed him again. “Shh. Shh. It’s okay. It’s fine. You’re going to make me cum,” she assured him.

Leigh gave him a minute to settle down. His cock stayed hard for a bit and then slowly slipped wetly out of her pussy. “Oh…I hate that empty feeling.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again.

“It’s okay.” Leigh yanked the pillow out from under his head and then started moving.

“What are you doing?”

Leigh grinned as she planted her knees just above and on either side of his head. “I told you. I’m going to ride your face until you make me cum.”

Leigh had seen Pru go down on Sheila after Wade had cum in her last night. It made her want to do the same thing but that was impossible right now. But she also wanted to be in charge. She wanted to know what it felt like to have someone eat cum out of her.

She didn’t give Wade a choice in the matter. He could have objected—but he didn’t. She wondered what she would have done if he had said no.

It didn’t matter. She sat her pussy down on his face, his head sandwiched between her thick thighs. At first Wade did nothing. Maybe he was shocked at her actions. Maybe he was disgusted and she felt a trembling fear run through her body that somehow she had destroyed their fun adventure together.

Then his tongue traveled along her slit, between her lips, and it found her clit. When she adjusted her position, he started varying his actions: sucking on her clit and then licking her tunnel. He had to be eating his own cum, she figured. She could feel it dripping out of her.

Eventually his mouth latched onto her clit and he sucked and twirled his tongue around the little bit of flesh and it was too much for her and she came, her body shaking with relief.

Before Wade was smothered to death, she flopped to the side, her body boneless from her orgasm. 

“I needed that,” she said and managed to kiss him. She tasted her amrita and his cum on his cheek. 

“I could tell.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was…new. Unique.”

“I want to do this again.”

“Give me a minute.”

“I mean fuck other people.”

“Same.”

“I got Ryan’s phone number before we left their room last night.”

Wade’s stomach tensed. He liked the feeling. “Are you going to call him and set up a date to fuck him?”

“I was going to talk about it with you first.”

“Good idea.”

“Besides, he’s got that cage on his cock and only his wife can take it off.”

Wade snorted.

“What?”

“Yeah. Right,” Wade said dismissively.

“I saw him wearing it!”

“Me too,” Wade agreed. “But it’s physically impossible for a metal cage to be permanently affixed to a man’s cock and prevent orgasms.”

“How would you know?” she snapped at him, amused at this argument.

“I’m pretty familiar with the male anatomy,” he said in a snooty tone. “It changes size all the time. Yes, you can put it in one of those weird cages, but they can’t stay on forever. Just…think about the hygiene issues along with peeing. It’ll be easy enough to remove when the cock is soft. It’s all just…performative.”

Leigh pursed her lips and considered what he said. “I want you to wear one.”

Wade laughed at her. “Yeah. Right.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m not going to do it. Other people can have their weird sex games, but…whatever it is that Ryan and Pru do is not for me.”

“Try it. You’ll like it.” A smile played at Leigh’s lips while she teasingly tried to convince him.

“How could I possibly like having my cock trapped inside a metal cage? There’s no way I could have sex.”

“Being denied sex is sort of hot,” Leigh mused.

Wade rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. “I’m down with doing the whole swinger thing, but I think that you’ve found my limit.”

“I bet I haven’t,” Pru teased.

“I’m taking a shower.”

While waiting in bed Leigh picked up her phone and pulled up Ryan’s number. 

 

Leigh: I had a great time with you and your wife last night. I can’t wait to do it again!

 

She considered the message for a minute before sending it. Was it too forward? It had been years since she had dated and sending little messages like this via text on a phone wasn’t something that she had ever done. Then again, there was no reason to be coy. They had met at a sex party and they had had sex—the whole group of them!—so why pretend that she was interested in anything other than fucking again.

Even as she convinced herself that sending the message was appropriate, she was also convinced she’d never hear from Ryan or his wife ever again.

Setting the phone back on the nightstand, she considered going to the bathroom to clean up—Wade’s tongue hadn’t cleaned everything from her pussy—or maybe joining her husband in the shower. It looked more than big enough for the two of them.

Before she could get out of bed, her phone lit up and buzzed with a received message.

 

Ryan: We had a great time too. Are you still in the hotel? Want to grab some breakfast together?

 

She didn’t even give it a moment’s thought. 

 

Leigh: Fuck yes!

 

She rushed into the bathroom to tell Wade what they were doing for breakfast.

 

***

 

Wade looked across the table at Pru who smiled at him while she sipped at her coffee. It was strange to think how intimately she knew him even though they had known each other for barely twelve hours and he hadn’t had sex with her.