Hanelli's Harem

One.

 

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

Hanelli pulled the key from the lock once it was secure. “I know what you say you wish for, but you know that’s not what you really want,” she said as she stood up in front of her husband.

It always struck her as a little bit odd and doubly transgressive, that she was the one kneeling in front of him while she secured the cage around her husband’s cock. The man was supposed to be in the superior position and the woman submissive to him. But here they were with Hanelli in control and Jim playing the submissive—mostly. And the dominant was kneeling in front of the submissive so she could continue to control him. It was completely fucked it.

That was the way that Hanelli like it.

“I don’t like you telling me what I want,” Jim insisted.

She smiled ant went on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips. She steadied herself with one hand on his chest and the other lightly gripping his steel-covered cock. “Yes you do,” she teased him. “You just don’t like to admit it.”

Jim was naked—it was easiest that way to get his cage on for the day—while she was already dressed for work: skirt, blouse, blazer, and simple heels. He didn’t leave for a good hour after she did, but that wasn’t the reason he had to wear the cage. It wasn’t a matter of trust; it was a matter of control.

When she turned away from him, he went to the dresser and started getting ready for the day. He knew his role and so did she.

“I’ll be late tonight,” she told him from the door of the bedroom. “I’m meeting Amy for a drink after work.”

Jim just nodded. That was her way of letting him know he wouldn’t be released from chastity right away…or maybe not at all tonight.

 

With unfocused eyes, Amy looked across the tiny table at her friend. She was on her third glass of wine. Hanelli was barely halfway into her first. “You’ve got to join us, Elli,” she slurred. Maybe she wasn’t truly drunk, not yet, but she was on her way there.

“A paint and sip, Amy? That’s not my thing.” As if to make her point, she took a tiny sip of wine and place the glass back down precisely in the middle of the square napkin.

“But we’re not painting a bunch of flowers,” Amy confided. “We’re doing a nude!”

“Uh-huh.”

“A nude man!”

“I get the idea.”

“He’s hot,” Amy added.

“If I want to see a hot naked man, Amy, I do have access to the internet,” she said sarcastically and immediately regretted it. Luckily, Amy wasn’t sober enough to comprehend Hanelli’s tone.

“You’re going to be missing out on a fan-tastic time!”

Hanelli had her doubts, but more importantly, she had other plans.

 

Robbie was waiting for her. Of course he was; it was his apartment. He was tall and barrel-chested with a black beard trimmed close. While maybe he wasn’t handsome, he was striking; he had the sort of face that no one ever forgot. He was easily a head taller than her; she liked that.

“Hi,” she said casually as she walked in and placed her jacket over the hook on the wall. Robbie closed the door behind her. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch her until the door was closed and they had some privacy. The hallway of the apartment building was mostly empty, but there was always a chance.

The moment the door was closed he was on her, hugging her tightly to his body, kissing, his hands all over her, as if he wanted to be in control, but he knew that she was the one in charge.

After the initial kiss when they tasted each other’s lips, she pushed him back a little and carefully reached between his legs. He allowed her—he wanted her—to inspect his cock through his jeans. He was hard. He was always hard when they got together. His cock wasn’t huge, it was just adequate. But that was all she needed. Any man with a huge cock thought he was naturally gifted as a wonderful lover and in Hanelli’s experience they tended to be lousy in bed and would cum once and be done with it all. A man with an average cock, however, would deny himself and keep going and want to make her cum again and again and again.

That’s what she looked for in a lover.

“I’m glad to see that you’re ready for me,” she said with a sly smile.

“Unlike your husband?” he asked.

Her smile disappeared. “Don’t be like that. Jim has the ability to fuck me when I want. I just don’t allow him to.”

Robbie slowly shook his head. “I don’t get it,” he said.

“And yet you are the beneficiary of his kink,” she said. “Maybe it would be best if you just fucked me and didn’t ponder about my relationship with my husband.”

Robbie grinned and nodded. “I can do that.”

Their clothes came off. For the most part they undressed themselves because it was quicker and easier and they’d been through this al before. They weren’t new lovers. They’d been fucking regularly for some months now. The thrill of the first time was past, now the thrill lay in how far they could push the other on top of the fact that everyone knew she was cheating on her husband. It was wrong for Hanelli to have a lover and that’s why she and Robbie and Jim all loved it.

He didn’t take her to the bedroom. They dropped their clothes on the floor of the entry hall and slowly moved into the living room. They barely made it to the couch before Robbie spun her around and they went down to their knees on the floor. She supported her weight with her arms rest on the couch cushions while he knelt behind her, his hard cock probing between her legs.

That was something Hanelli enjoyed about sex with Robbie. He never had trouble getting hard, not like Jim. It might have annoyed some women to have been roughly manhandled into the space not normally reserved for sex, but she didn’t mind at all. It only added to the thrill; it made her wetter. That was another difference between her and Jim; she was always ready to go; for a long time he was unable to be ready, and now with him holding his key, he would only ever be ready at her discretion.

All she had to do was arch her back a bit and Robbie’s cock found the entrance to her pussy. His head snuggled into her, and then he pulled back a bit, and finally pushed it all the way in. She sighed contentedly as he filled her up. As Robbie grabbed her hips and started banging away at her, she looked down at her hands as she grabbed a pillow. The flash of the rings on her left hand made her wince slightly as Robbie picked up speed.

Her mother had always taken great pride in her wedding rings. Hanelli knew it was stupid to take pride in a possession but her mother insisted that when Hanelli got married she needed to have an appropriate engagement ring. Hanelli wasn’t into jewelry, but went along with her mother’s insistence, apologizing to Jim when she told him her ring needed to be sufficiently flashy to make her mother happy. He had agreed.

She smiled as she looked at her fingers and the two rings on the third finger, left hand—a simple gold band and a slightly oversized diamond ring. She didn’t wear any other jewelry—she didn’t even have cheap costume jewelry. Except for one simple necklace, and it was more of a chain than a bit of ornamentation. A chain that contained the key to her husband’s lock. The key bounced of her sternum as Robbie fucked her. He had never asked why she wore the key but she was fairly certain her boyfriend had a good idea what it was for.

Robbie’s hand went to the back of her head and he pushed her face down to the pillow. She turned her head so she wouldn’t be smothered while he held her down. The hard rings pressed into her cheek while the key continued to beat a tattoo against her sternum. Robbie liked sex with her to be rough and almost violent. She didn’t regularly come home with bruises, but more than once she had to happily explain to Jim why she had marks on her body.

His other hand caressed her buttock, enjoying the curve, but eventually his thumb wound her resting in the crevice between her cheeks, the pad of thick digit pressing against her anus.

“No,” she protested weakly.

That just made him press harder against the tight muscle. It wasn’t that she was against anal sex; she was just against being penetrated that way without any lubrication. Her ass wasn’t like her pussy; it didn’t work the same way.

It was easy to control Robbie. All he wanted was sex in any way in any manner. He would make his desires known, but all she had to do was remind him her body didn’t belong to him, that she gave it to him when it pleased her. If he failed to please her, her body—her pussy, ass, mouth, and tits, all the important parts—would summarily be taken away from him.

“Do you want to fuck my ass?” she gasped, making it seem like she really wanted it. Before he could answer she pushed her hand down between her legs, felt his cock as it slipped between her lips, and went lower to gently squeeze his balls. They were shaven—she could just barely feel the stubble—and she held onto them to remind him how vulnerable he actually was.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” he asked in reply, pulling his thumb back ever so slightly.

“I want you to cum in my pussy,” she told him. “I want to go home with your cum in me for my husband to find.”

His cock got harder. She could feel him pulsing. He was about to cum.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum before I do!” she growled at him. Knowing the command would be enough, when he pulled back for another thrust, she tightly circled her fingers around his cock and squeezed, holding him in position.

“Okay, okay,” he said, remembering his place. Robbie wanted to be in charge, but in actuality he was a submissive in his soul. When he wasn’t a slave to his lust, he was a slave to whatever woman he was fucking. As far as Hanelli knew, he was only fucking her right now. She didn’t get exactly what he got out of a relationship with her beyond sex, but maybe that’s all he wanted out of life.

“Make me cum,” she told him, relaxing her grip slightly. “Make me cum.”

He changed the angle of his thrusts and removed his hands from her ass and head. His cock was perfectly curved for her and when he used it correctly, he hit that secret spot inside her pussy and…

Hanelli started hyperventilating. This was when she was vulnerable. This was when she wasn’t in control; she just needed to fool Robbie into thinking she was still in control of him.

He was easily fooled.

Her orgasm washed over her body, shaking her limbs making her body quake and her pussy tighten up on his cock. That was all Robbie needed: to know that he made her cum. He grunted deeply and she felt the flood of cum fill her pussy. She loved that feeling. Condoms sucked and having an IUD had given her freedom she hadn’t imagined before. It had helped the kinks she and her husband enjoyed. Maybe it wasn’t a full second orgasm, but it was close.

They were silent a moment, their bodies still joined together, but both breathing heavily, until Robbie’s cock shrank enough and it slipped from her pussy. Almost immediately she shot her hand between her legs, holding Robbie’s leavings inside her.

He struggled to his feet. “Want something to drink?” he asked. “We can kick back for a few minutes and then…” he let his suggest trail off as he saw Hanelli heading toward the pile of clothes in the small foyer.

“I’ll take a bottle of water, if you have it. I’m parched,” she said as she found her underwear and started getting dressed. “But I can’t stick around.”

He knew she was leaving to go back to her home with Jim. While he was overly self-involved and more of a narcissist than he should have been, Robbie knew his place in Hanelli’s life. “You could, you know,” he said softly as he headed to the small kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. He wasn’t the least bit put off by the fact he was still naked while Hanelli was mostly dressed when he handed her the water. “Stay a little longer, that is.”

“That’s not going to happen,” she told him, accepting the bottle while slipping on her shoes. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she said, “Thank you for the pleasant evening,” she said as she walked out the door.

From her perspective it was best to keep things simple with Robbie. She didn’t worry about his feelings; they didn’t matter to her.

 

 

Two.

 

“Pretty hot, huh?” asked Amy as she showed Hanelli her artwork. “I’m thinking of becoming a professional pornographer.” She laughed.

Hanelli tried to critically evaluate the contents of the small portfolio that Amy had handed her across the table. Amy had stopped at Hanelli’s place after work before Jim got home. She was careful not to offer Amy anything to drink because her friend would turn one drink into two and then five. She didn’t want to have to call Amy’s husband to drive her home.

“I’m no expert, but you’re wasting your time selling restaurant supplies.” The sketches were good. They were closer to pencil studies than sketches, but there was a certain raw beauty to them. “I thought you said you were going to a paint and sip.”

Amy shrugged nonchalantly. “It was. Mostly. I didn’t feel like painting so I drew. Really it was just an opportunity for a bunch of suburban moms to stare at a nude model for a couple of hours.” She smiled. “A male model.”

“Yeah. I got that from your pictures,” said Hanelli. The form on the page was well-defined, both artistically and muscularly. If Amy had been a business major in college she had chosen the wrong path in life. She should have been an art major. One thing bothered her and she had to know. “Did he have a weird cock or something because the way you kept drawing it…”

Amy blushed bright red, which was out of character for her. Whenever Hanelli saw her friend’s face was red, she was already four or five drinks deep. “Weird? No, not exactly. He um…he uh…he had a piercing. A piercing there.”

Hanelli couldn’t help but smile a little. “Really. That must have been kind of hot.”

“The other women were painting it like he had a cock the size of a horse with a ring like a hula hoop.” Amy laughed.

“The studio owner knew the audience,” Hanelli commented.

“I’ll say. If I wasn’t married I’d have fucked him right there. Everyone could have painted me as well.”

Amy seemed proud of her confession. After considering her friend’s words a second, Hanelli realized she would have done exactly what her friend said, and the consequences be damned if one of the other uptight women at the studio got their knickers in a twist over it.

“Maybe I will go with you next time,” she mused.

Amy laughed. “Janice, the studio owner, says Dustin is a very popular model…”

 

Hanelli flopped Jim’s caged cock back and forth while they lay in bed together. Sex wasn’t on the menu tonight, but she insisted that her husband sleep naked next to her, even if she wasn’t. She wanted easy access to his cock, just in case. Plus it put him in a subservient position, which was important in their relationship.

“How hard is it for you to get your cock out of this?” she asked him. They had spent a good chunk of money on his custom fitted metal chastity cage after playing with off the shelf plastic ones for almost a year. They weren’t worth the money except for short-term games. The metal one was much better.

“I can’t,” he said quickly.

“Liar,” she accused him, twisting the trapped bit of flesh. “I’m not stupid. I read the forums just like you. How difficult is it to get off?”

He couldn’t look at her while he answered. “It’s almost impossible.”

“Almost? How almost?”

“If I use ice and some lube, I can get my shaft out, but the ring around my balls…I can’t get that off.”

“So you’ve slipped out and jerked off?”

“Um…I tried, but I couldn’t get off because—”

“I don’t want to know,” she cut him off. “I should do something about that.”

“About knowing?”

“No. About you being able to get your cock out when you want.”

“I can’t do it whenever I want. And it’s pretty damn tough to do.”

Hanelli gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I know, honey, I know. But still. I want to be completely in control of your cock. It makes it hotter, doesn’t it?”

Jim swallowed. “What…what are you going to do?”

“You know what I want to do. When you’re ready, you’ll want to do it too.”

Jim said nothing because he knew she was right.

 

The next day Hanelli got home from work late. She had texted Jim that she’d be late so he wasn’t worried about her, but being late could mean a couple of things: either she had problems at work or she was up to no good.

He preferred the second option.

She found him in the kitchen with chicken sautéing in a pan. “Is that almost done?” she asked, looking partly exhausted and partly thrilled to be home.

“Yes. We eat in five minutes.”

“Can you keep it warm for a while?” she asked.

“I suppose but…” he looked up from the pan. “Really? Now?”

Hanelli nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh. This is what you get when you married me.”

Jim’s hands were trembling when he transferred the chicken from the saucepan to a warming dish, turned on the oven, and covered the dish with a lid. “I made this especially for you,” he said turning to her as she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the house, past the table where Jim had set it for two, and into the bedroom.

As she walked through the door she dropped her skirt to the floor, exposing her plain cotton panties. Jim glanced at his watch. “You’re not that late from work,” he said. “It must have been quick with Robbie.”

She perched herself on the edge of the bed, her knees together, her blouse still on. “That’s what I like about him. He’s a good fuck, and he’s quick and efficient.” She smiled slyly at her husband. “You want a little appetizer?” She slid one hand up her leg and hooked a thumb into the waistband of her panties.

Jim groaned in frustration. “I’ve had the cage on three days now,” he complained, shifting his hips uncomfortably. His cock was trying to get hard, but it was easy for the hard metal of the cage to keep his cock tame. “I can’t stand this any longer.”

Hanelli picked up her hips a bit and slowly slid her panties down to the tops of her thighs. “I like it quick,” she said. “And you know you want to do this. You always want to do this.”

Falling to his knees in front of her, he grabbed the edges of her panties and eased them the rest of the way down her legs. They stuck to her labia for a second before pulling free. He was used to that. The scent of sex was strong on her and he pressed his face into her pussy as Hanelli flopped back on the bed and raised her knees and let her husband eat her out.

It was always pleasant to have a man’s tongue between her legs, exploring her pussy, cleaning up the semen that Robbie had left behind. It was wrong, so wrong, to have her husband eat her pussy after another man had cum inside her, but she loved it and the thought and reality of it was enough to push her right over the edge into orgasm in short order. Her legs clamped around his head and her body shook pleasantly. The exact manner and amount of pleasure that Jim got from this escaped her, but he was willing and she was able and so it worked perfectly.

Once she came, she found herself more at ease and focused. Jim spent another minute lapping up the wetness that seeped from her and then she pushed him away. “Okay, I’m hungry now. How about you?”

Jim looked up from between her thighs. His cheeks and chin were wet and he wiped his face with his hand before answering. “Yeah, I could eat.”

“You like your appetizer?” she asked, teasing him. She would have reached for his cock in his pants, but she knew she would have only grabbed hard metal.

His face flushed red. Even now, after they had established the rhythms of their kink, he still got embarrassed at admitting he liked going down on her after another man had cum in her. She rather liked it—and he did as well—so there shouldn’t have been embarrassment, but maybe that’s what he enjoyed as well.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Let’s eat dinner,” she said while grabbing her bathrobe and wrapping it around her body. There was no reason to get dressed. “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me when were done eating.”

Dinner was good. On top of everything else she loved about Jim, Hanelli loved that he was an excellent cook. While they ate Jim kept shifting around uncomfortably; Hanelli pretended not to notice. She kept her robe on while luxuriating in the feeling of bare legs and no underwear. Only as they finished did she say something to her husband.

“What’s the matter? You kept wiggling around like you’ve got ants in your pants.” She smiled slyly at him.

Jim sighed. “You know what’s the matter,” he answered. “You made me clean you up and I’ve been wearing the cage for three days now and…” He sighed again. “You know what I want. Please don’t make me beg for it.”

“It sounds like to me you’re already begging. Pleading, at least.”

Jim got down on one knee, like he had when he proposed marriage to her—he probably hadn’t thought their marriage would go anything like this—and said, “Please, Hanelli, would you take off my cage and let me make love to you?”

It was sweet. Slightly twisted, but sweet. And Hanelli reveled in twisting it even further. “Make love to me? What if I want to be fucked good and hard? I mean, I did stop on the way home from work and fuck another guy, what do you have that he doesn’t?”

“A caged cock,” Jim answered quickly. “And I know you love being in control of it.”

“You know what I’d really love?” she asked, her smile tugging hard on her lips. “I’d love to get fucked by another man—no! Two men! I’d loved to get fucked by two guys at the same time while you watched with just your cage on. Maybe if they fucked me just right and put me in the right mood, then maybe I’d let you out of your cage so you could have the sloppy leftovers. Would you like that?”

“I’d like that very much,” said Jim.

She couldn’t tell if he was lying or telling the truth or saying what she wanted to hear.

But it was good enough for the moment. “You caught me at the right moment,” she said as she rose from the table. “Come on. I don’t feel like waiting.”

In the bedroom she dropped the robe and pulled off her blouse and toyed with the key around her neck. Jim knew exactly what to do. He quickly undressed and stood in front of her with his steel cage hanging on his cock.

“You look swollen,” she commented as she sat down on the bed to inspect him.

“I want to get hard and fuck you,” he said.

Hanelli slipped the key over her head. “I’ll be doing the fucking,” she told him.

It wasn’t like Jim had a tiny cock, nor was it useless. It was perfectly adequate, it was just that he went through a period of impotence but that was in the past. His kink had grown from that impotence and led them here. Luckily for Hanelli, here was a place she liked. The key went into the lock like a penis into a vagina; that thought always amused her. Opening the lock freed the birdcage-like curved shaft that contained Jim’s penis from the retaining ring that went behind his balls. Once it was off the retaining ring, it was fairly easy to gently force his swollen shaft and balls, one by one, through the ring.