Getting Off on a Technicality

Hey all - This is just a quick, standalone cuckold thing. Everyone here is older than 18 years old, and, as always, this is nothing more than fantasy. That said...let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy...

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Jasmine's thighs tightened around Evan's head and he could begin to feel her legs and her abdomen -- her whole body -- tense and tighten as he kept licking her pussy, steered her toward orgasm. She tightened around the fingers he had inside her.

"Oh FUCK yes, don't you stop," she whispered above him, entangling her fingers in his hair. "Don't you *dare* fucking stop, don't you fucking dare --"

She went silent a moment and Evan focused on not stopping, not changing anything, but still licking her pussy, fast and steady, breathing in the smell of her sweat and her arousal and savoring it.

"YES," she screamed as her whole body shook now, and Evan knew he'd pushed her over the edge. "Oh good GOD yes., yes, yes, holy FUCK...it feels so good...it feels so FUCKING good..."

He waited a moment longer -- until she reached down and pushed his face away -- and then he sat up, back on his heels, and wiped some of her sweat and arousal from his face. She'd come straight home from her after-work workout. The gym wasn't far at all from the apartment, and even as cold as it was outside, she was still glistening with sweat when she'd gotten home.

It always drove him absolutely crazy. She'd demanded an orgasm as soon as she'd walked through the door and he'd been more than happy to oblige her. She hadn't even gotten the sports bra off and her hair was still a sweat-slick ponytail.

Evan's dick throbbed with need in his chastity cage, a need he knew would go unaddressed for at least another night.

"Damn," Jasmine said, and leaned back against the bed. "That was good."

Evan leaned forward and licked the sweat from her stomach, then all the way up to the hem of her sports bra. She smelled absolutely fucking amazing.

Jasmine giggled. "Come here, cuck," she said, and pulled him up next to her on the pillows.

"Thank you," she said, and gave him a small kiss.

"Fuck," Evan said. "Sorry. Does my mouth taste like sweat?"

Jasmine giggled again. "Mmmmm I don't care," she said, and kissed him again.

"That was exactly the kind of stress relief I needed after a total shit day at the courthouse."

She took his chin in her hands and kissed him longer now, slower, probing his mouth with her tongue. He kissed her back, tried to keep up, but Jasmine had always turned this into an art. It was one of her favorite ways to be intimate with him, especially since she'd put him in chastity a little more than a month ago.

She reached down and put her other hand on his caged, tortured penis now. Evan let out an involuntary, despairing sigh. Jasmine stopped kissing him and smiled.

She was being kind of mean, but it was also the kind of hot that could probably keep him going for another lifetime or two, just that memory.

"Mmmm poor baby," she said, running her fingers through the slits in the cage and kissing him some more. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being mean."

Maybe so, but she still didn't take her hand away from the cage either. She kissed him for a few moments longer, and the soft, wet kissing sounds was the only noise in the room.

Then she pulled away, propped herself up on one elbow, and ran her nails across his chest.

"I do have to say, though," she said. "My favorite part about this whole chastity and cuckolding thing is how hard you and Mason compete with each other to please me. It really is like the best of both worlds."

"It's the crime reporter in me," Evan managed, but only barely; his whole body was aching for even a chance to get hard at this point, and Jasmine still hadn't moved her hand from his dick. "Very competitive field."

Jasmine laughed and glanced down at his tortured, pent-up penis.

"Maybe so," she said. "Maybe it's just a man thing. Got to be the absolute best at pleasing a woman. Whatever it is, I love it."

She squeezed his caged cock again.

"Even if you can't...um...compete in quite the same way," she said. "You're very creative though. I wasn't expecting that when I married a crime reporter. Your oral game has jumped up more than a few notches since we started all this."

"It couldn't have been that bad before," Evan told her.

"It was mid, I'll tell you that now," Jasmine said, and smiled. "Now though...mmmm."

And then she shredded him as only a lawyer -- as only Jasmine -- could have.

"It's just nice to know that even if I can't have Mason's big, beautiful cock, I can have your magic tongue while I *think* about Mason's big, beautiful cock," she said.

"You're evil Jasmine, you know that?" Evan said, and hoped he didn't sound too honestly hurt.

She giggled and kissed him.

"Love you, babe," she whispered. "Which, by the way, makes me realize -- I need to...reciprocate for the amazing head you just gave me."

"What?" Evan asked, not at all eager for any more attention to his caged penis. "Jasmine, I don't think --"

"Oh come on," she said, shifting in the bed to put her face down by his dick and her feet toward his head. "You can even have these filthy fucking running socks in your face. You didn't ask me for that yet."

In truth he hadn't; he'd been too busy obeying her command to eat her out. But now that they *were* in his face...

He kissed them. Still damp, still reeking of her shoes and her sweat and still a huge turn-on. He took one of her feet in his hand and began to rub it.

"Oh God now you're going to rub my feet too?" She asked, and laughed. "Better be careful with that. It feels good and I might make you do it for a while if you keep that up. And I have a job to do..."

"Jasmine, I --" Evan began, but it was too late.

She took his caged penis in her mouth -- warm, wet, inviting -- and Evan wanted to scream with frustration. It felt fucking amazing. Or it felt almost fucking amazing. He was so close. So, so close to feeling absolutely mind-bending ecstasy and instead there was only ball-aching frustration.

"Fuck," he whispered.

The cage was a small one -- Evan had a small penis, of course -- so there wasn't a ton for Jasmine to work with, but she still flicked her tongue over the front of it, ran it down the slits in the cage, tried to make him feel as much of her mouth as she could.

It was agony.

"Hmmm," she said, stopping and feigning confusion. "You don't seem to be getting too excited, babe. That foot rub does feel amazing by the way."

Evan let out a ragged sigh.

Jasmine smiled at him. "You're so cute when you're like this, you know? That's why you're so unlucky. I think I'd tease and taunt you a lot less if you -- I don't know -- were pouty about it or something. But you're adorable."

She ran a few fingers from the base of his asshole to the back of his balls, just behind the cage's cock ring. Evan moaned as she did.

Then she stopped, bounced on the bed, and moved back into position laying next to him. The key to the chastity cage tumbled out of her sports bra as she did, its tiny chain keeping it around her neck.

"Someone *did* ask me about the key, by the way," she said, as she tucked it back in.

Evan blinked still trying to catch his breath from the frustration of the not-blowjob. "Oh. Um. What...what did you say?"

Jasmine smiled. "That my husband is a little bitch who is locked up in chastity while I sleep with other men and I keep this key on my neck to remind him of that fact."

"I'm sure," Evan said, and rolled his eyes, but he was smiling in spite of himself.

"I might've," Jasmine said, and shrugged. "All right, cuck, I'm going to have you do some ass-licking while I call Mason and then I'm going to take a shower and you're going to get some clean sheets on here."

She paused, then smiled as if she'd just remembered something.

"That's what I was going to tell you," she said. "I talked to Mason about you watching us next time we hook up."

Evan's heartbeat quickened. Jasmine and Mason had been hooking up for a little more than a month now, but he hadn't been allowed to be in the same room as them while they did. Normally, Jasmine would have him do something completely unerotic -- cleaning the house or cooking -- while she and Mason fucked in the bedroom. He'd heard plenty, but he'd had to sketch out his own visuals to match the sounds he'd heard.

It was absolute torture.

"What'd he say?" Evan asked.

"He said you can be in the bedroom while we hook up," she said. "But there's a catch."

"Of course there's a catch," Evan said. "You fucking lawyers and your technicalities and your loopholes."

Jasmine laughed.

"And you reporters can never appreciate nuance," she said. "He's down to let you do this, but you just have to give up your weekly release for it."

It wasn't really that hard of a choice, but Evan did pause. Right now, Jasmine let him out of chastity once a week for some sort of release -- if she felt generous, it was a full orgasm; if she felt less so, it was ruined. Giving that up this week would mean two full weeks in chastity -- and clearly Jasmine knew how to make *that* hell on earth for him -- but it would be worth it to get to be there with them.

"I can do that," he told her.

"Not even much hesitation," Jasmine said, the grin still on her face. "I'm impressed. I'll let Mason know. In the meantime..."

She rolled over and nodded behind her. "You're on ass-licking duty until further notice."

***

Evan had helped her get ready for her date that night, just like he usually did.

Normally having to tell her which one of her outfits -- which one of her lingerie sets that she'd bought especially for him -- were the hottest was harder than this, more jealousy-inducing. Because, of course, it wasn't for his enjoyment at all.

This time, though, he reminded himself he was going to get to participate in what was going to happen tonight, at least passively.

She settled on a black lace bra and panties set, one of Evan's favorites that she'd bought for Mason. She paired that with one of her favorite black dresses -- it showed just a bit too much thigh to wear in court - and went for the ballet flats to top it all off. Then she kissed him like she usually did before her dates and was gone.

She'd still left him a list of chores like she usually did, not that Evan minded -- he appreciated it, in some ways, actually. It kept him busy and kept his thoughts to a dull roar, at least.

And it gave him something to distract himself from the strain of his penis against its metal prison.

They got back sooner than he'd expected, still smelling like good food and good wine and carrying a piece of a Friday night on the town back home with them. A piece Evan had been denied.

"Evening Mason," Evan said as they stepped inside, all faux politeness, his tone a mocking saccharine. "Looks like you're having a productive Friday night."

Evan glanced from the kitchen sink -- which he was scrubbing out with a sponge now -- to where Mason stood, one arm around Jasmine. As he watched, the bigger man gave her ass a squeeze.

Evan swallowed hard. Jasmine giggled.

"Productive is one way to put it," he said.

"He's joining us tonight," Jasmine said, a hand on Mason's chest as she looked up at him, and then turned a bit, so that her back was to Evan, and he had a perfect view of Mason's hand on her ass.

"That's what you said," Mason told her. "Giving up that weekly orgasm, eh?"

Evan nodded, tried to ignore the blood rushing to his face at having to answer that question from Jasmine's lover.

"I think so," Evan said.

"Well in that case, I guess we should probably get down to business huh?" Mason asked, and took Jasmine's face in one hand, kissed her long and slow.

Evan felt that kiss deep in his gut.

Jasmine pulled away, then took Mason by the hand and began to lead him through the living room, toward the bedroom. Evan -- unsure of what else to do -- followed, his stomach doing somersaults and his palms slick with nervous sweat.

Jasmine closed the door behind him once he got to the bedroom. As he watched, she paced over to the closet and bent over, the hem of her skirt offering just the slightest teasing suggestion of her perfect ass when she did.

She emerged holding one of the many ropes she kept in her collection.

"All right, cuck," she said, grinning at him. "We said you could be in the bedroom, but we never said you'd get to use your hands or anything. If you want to be here, you're getting tied to the chair. Let's go."

Evan nodded.

"Yes Jasmine," he said, keeping his eyes on the carpet beneath his feet as he made his way to the chair in the corner of the bedroom.

"And...actually," she said. "Let's have you strip. Give Mason a good look at that caged little penis of yours."

Mason took a spot on the bed and leaned back on one elbow, a look of vague amusement on his face.

Evan couldn't look at either of them. He sighed and slipped out of his shirt, then his jeans and socks after that.

He glanced up at Jasmine then; she had the rope in one hand, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I said strip," she said, smiling now. "That means everything."

Evan nodded and dropped his underwear. He could feel both of their eyes on him like a physical presence, taking in everything, fixating on the cock cage between his legs.

Evan took a seat in the chair and let Jasmine pull his hands behind him. She'd always had a thing for rope, and always been pretty good at it too. He knew form experience that if she didn't want him to be able to slip out of these ties, he wasn't going to be able to.

"I think you should thank Mason for letting you be here," she said from behind him as she looped the rope through the bars of the chair's back. "He didn't have to let you in the room, you know."

Evan's blush deepened. Again, he glanced down at the floor between them, unable to meet the other man's gaze.

"Thank you for letting me be here, Mason," Evan said, shame and arousal lighting up his core in equal measure, making the chastity cage feel even tighter than before.

"You paid the price," Mason said, that amused half-smile still playing on his lips. "It was your choice. I just hope it's worth it."

Evan's mouth had gone dry. He *had* to know, had to see this in person. Had to. He was going insane just listening to them hook up.

Behind him, Jasmine gave a tug on the rope, then seemed satisfied with her work.

"Try to struggle out of that for me, cuck," she said.

Evan did. He was locked into the chair now; there was no way he was getting out without her help.

"Perfect," she said, then walked out from behind him and passed him with a gentle swish of her dark dress, a soft whiff of the perfume she'd used just before she left.

She made her way to Mason and glanced up at him with a look Evan hadn't seen in her eyes in a long time.

"Now," she said, "where were we?"

She kicked out of her flats and stood on her tiptoes -- again, offering just the faintest, slightest taunting suggestion of her ass beneath the hem of her dress -- and kissed Mason long and slow, arms thrown around her neck.

Evan took a sharp breath, simultaneously punched in the gut and internally screaming with the want -- the absolute need -- to at least get hard. This was both hotter and more terrifying than he imagined it would be.

Mason picked her up -- actually just lifted her off her feet -- and threw her on the bed; Jasmine let out an excited yelp, but she didn't have time to do much more than that, because he was leaning over her then, all but blocking her from Evan's view. He could see the spread of her hair on the bed beneath her, the cords of muscle straining in Mason's forearm as he leaned over her, lips still locked with hers. He had a perfect, agonizing view of the way her dress had tumbled down her leg now, revealing one perfect, toned thigh and a tantalizing view of her ass in profile. As Evan watched, she hooked her leg around his waist and pulled him closer to her...

She stopped, broke off the kiss for a moment.

"Wait," she said, and he, too paused. "Do you think we should move to the couch in the living room?"

Mason grinned an evil grin, and shrugged. "I was just thinking the same thing, actually. Oddly enough."

"I think we should," Jasmine said, and sat up, then bounced off the bed, her hair a mess.

Evan's blood ran cold.

"I..." he said.

"*You* can stay here," Jasmine said, shooting him a devilish glance. "We said you could be in the bedroom while we fucked. We never said *we* would be here too."

"Jasmine I --" Evan began.

"You gave up your weekly orgasm for this, my love," Jasmine said, and then giggled as Mason gave her a hard slap on the ass. "I just hope it's worth it. You won't be able to see, but we can leave the door open so you can *listen* if you'd like?"

"Like usual," Mason said, as they left the bedroom, his hand still on her ass.

He shook his head and smiled.

"Leave it to a lawyer to literally get off on a technicality," he said.

"Leave it to a reporter to overlook a technicality," Jasmine said.

They actually did close the door behind them as they left.