Hey all - Quick recap: The cuckoldress here asked her cuckold to write out his top fantasies, so she could then play them out with her lover, just to rub it in. She's now invited the cuckold's work crush from his previous job to join in, and it turns out this crush is a switch. Please read "The Fantasy List" chapters one through three if you want to get caught up on plot. If you're just here for the kinky sex, though, there's a lot of that too. Everyone is over 18 years old as always. And of course, it's just fantasy...but let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.
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Clyde had the clean sheets on the bed in a few minutes. After that, he took a seat in the antique bedroom chair against the wall opposite the bed, next to the master bathroom door. Abria and Marcus had left the bathroom fan on after the shower, and its low hum just obscured the conversation happening in the dining room below, between Marcus, Abria, and Selena. Despite the anxiety, arousal, terror, and general cuckold angst roiling the pit of his stomach, he was glad for the time alone to collect his thoughts.
Nothing Abria had done had violated the agreement they had about their cuckolding relationship. They'd agreed she could choose her lovers, although she usually kept Clyde up to speed on who she was talking to. Her private conversations with Selena were an anomaly -- although, given how this all played out, he could see why she hadn't said anything. Clyde felt plenty of things, but he didn't feel betrayed, he realized. Over the years, he and Abria had worked their way up to a fairly intense power exchange relationship. It worked, in part because it fed both Clyde's natural masochistic tendencies and Abria's sharply sadistic desires, and anyway, it never got boring.
What he hadn't expected was the rush of emotion he'd felt talking to Selena again. He hadn't thought about her much since he'd left his last job, and anyway, they were both with other people --
The bedroom door opened and Marcus stepped inside, along with Abria, leading Selena by the hand. Selena carried a cup of ice cubes in the other hand; she set it on the Victorian end table near the door.
"Just like I asked," Abria said, and glanced at the bed. "Fresh sheets and everything. You're such a good boy, Clyde. I'm too mean to you sometimes."
She dropped Selena's hand, crossed the room, and kissed him. Clyde's stomach turned over.
She straightened up and put her hands on her hips. She'd thrown on a pair of tight pink running shorts and a baggy t-shirt, her hair just about dry now.
"So here's what's going to happen, my dearly beloved cuckold," she said. "We're going to cross another item off your Fantasy List today. Because Selena decided to take some pain and humiliation for you, you'll get to watch, although of course you won't be able to participate."
She kissed him again, and Clyde's penis jumped in the cage.
"Such is the plight of a caged cuckold," Abria said. "Selena and I have obviously talked about this, and she's excited."
A slight blush colored Selena's cheeks. She kept her eyes on the floor, pursed her lips, her hands clasped demurely behind her back.
"See, I asked Selena to make a Fantasy List, just like Marcus and I made you write one out," Abria said. "The difference, though, is that Selena gets to live out her fantasies, while you only get to watch."
Clyde sighed, closed his eyes. Abria laughed.
"Yeah, that's the reaction I was hoping for," she said. "Come on now, baby, would you have it any other way, little pain slut you are?"
Clyde ran his tongue across his teeth and looked away. She gripped his chin in her hands and kissed him hard, authoritative. The way someone in charge of a military might kiss.
"Don't answer that question," she whispered in his ear. "I'll be back to you in a second."
She stood again, and turned to Selena, who raised those dark, innocent eyes to meet Abria's gaze. Clyde recognized the look Selena had on her face. It was the look of someone deep in subspace, someone who wasn't sure where this was going to go but who couldn't turn this particular train around just now. She had her fingers splayed out as wide as they'd go against her thighs -- a nervous habit of hers Clyde remembered well -- and even beneath her conservative blouse, he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Abria crossed the room and kissed her again, slower, gentler than she'd kissed Clyde.
"You still want to do this for me?" Abria asked.
"Yes Mistress," Selena whispered.
"You want to be a good girl for me?" Abria asked.
"Yes Mistress," Selena said.
"You want to follow my orders, even if they hurt or they humiliate you?"
Selena swallowed. "Yes Mistress."
"You remember your safeword?"
"Yes Mistress."
Abria nodded. "All right. This first one won't be so hard. Go undress my cuckold for me."
Selena blinked, then looked past Abria for the first time, and she and Clyde made eye contact, before they both looked away.
"Undress him, Mistress?"
"You heard me, girl," Abria said. "I want to show you why I cuckold my husband. I want to show you a thing or two about how to have good sex, now that you're free from the awful, boring sex you had to put up with for five years. And I also want to show you why I had you bring that cup of ice up here. Go undress my cuckold for me."
Selena blinked, then nodded, and approached Clyde. She kept her eyes on the floor until she stood in front of him.
They locked eyes and he felt it, deep in his gut.
She was going to see the chastity cage. She was going to see how small his penis actually was. She was going to see him fucking naked. The very thought turned his legs to mush.
Abria made her way behind Selena and gave her a smack on the ass, before jumping on the bed behind her with Marcus.
Selena jumped and yelped -- it wasn't a hard spank, just unexpected -- and it seemed to break her trance.
"Stand...stand up," she whispered to Clyde.
Clyde did so, his mouth dry, his mind on the years they'd spent showing up for work, day after day, working on projects together, seeing each other as equals.
No more, apparently.
Selena reached down, for the hem of Clyde's shirt, and lifted it over his head and arms, then tossed it on the floor.
She ran her eyes over his bare chest, and again she bit her lip without thinking, chewed it as she stared down at his belt buckle.
The chastity cage. She was going to see it. He closed his eyes, torn between hot humiliation and terrified humiliation.
"Abria --" he began, as Selena reached for his belt buckle.
"Silence cuckold," Abria said, and she and Marcus giggled from the bed.
Selena undid his belt; her small knuckles brushed the cage's hard surface beneath his jeans as she did. She had to have felt that.
His pants tumbled to around his ankles.
"Step out of them," Selena whispered, with slightly more confidence now.
Clyde waited a moment, and then he did so, kicked them toward a far corner.
"Abria please --" Clyde tried again, as Selena hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, sending pleasant shockwaves up his torso and down into his groin. "You know how I --"
"Cuckold, you know I can kick you out, right?" Abria said, as Marcus threw an arm around her. "I'd be quiet if I were you."
