Carols Fantasy Pt 03

The Key

The morning light filtered gently through the patio blinds, casting long stripes of gold across the tiled floor. I stood outside in my boxers, shirtless, letting the cool breeze wash over me as the memories of the previous night played on a loop in my mind, Carol's teasing smile, her whispered instructions, helplessly listening to the sounds of her pleasure as she was intimate with David.

I hadn't expected the depth of feeling it would stir in me. Jealousy. Desire. Helpless arousal. Even a strange sense of pride. It was all unfamiliar, confusing but intensely real.

Being in chastity felt more intimate now, like a quiet, aching echo of everything I'd witnessed, everything I'd surrendered. It wasn't just the absence of sexual release. It was the presence of restraint, devotion, knowing that my pleasure was entirely in my wife's hands.

From inside the house, I heard Carol moving in the kitchen, humming softly to herself. I turned and stepped back inside, drawn to her presence. She was already dressed, if you could call it that, in a sexy silk robe that clung to her curves and swayed open at her thighs with every step.

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me, "Come sit with me my love," she said, like she was inviting me into something deliciously dangerous.

"Sure, I'd love to baby."

I joined her at the small marble table with two cups of espresso. No words, just the heat between us. Her leg brushed mine under the table, bare, smooth, deliberate. She rubbed her bare foot against my ankle under the table, making my cock spring to life. Touching me with her bare feet always made my cock stand at attention. She was well aware of its effect on me.

For a moment, we just sat smiling at each other, the only sound the stir of spoons in ceramic and the subtle buzz of morning sun warming stone floor.

Then she looked at me, eyes half-lidded but alert. "I loved watching you last night," she said. "You were so... open, so incredible sexy."

I flushed. "You bring that out in me. You know how much I desire you."

She smiled, setting her cup down. "When I saw you watching me helpless, it was incredible. Even across the room, I could feel your desire and how badly you wanted me. Unable to touch yourself or me."

"I confess I did feel that way," My fingers unconsciously toying with the waistband of my shorts. "Like my cock belongs to you baby."

"It does," she whispered. Her foot slowly found mine beneath the table, toes curling over my arch. "And I have an idea that could make it even more intense."

I tilted my head, intrigued. Nervous.

"Honey, I want to ask you something," she said, voice soft.

"Anything," I replied.

Carol smiled, but I had the odd feeling she was about to ask something she knew I wouldn't be sure about.

"What if," she hesitated, circling the rim of her espresso cup with her finger, "we gave the key to your release to David?"

I blinked and gave her a confused look.

"Not forever," she added quickly. "Not without rules that you and I agree on. Just... for now. For a short time. As a way of deepening our experience."

I didn't speak right away. She didn't rush me.

"I don't know," I said carefully. ""I trust you baby... but this idea's definitely pushing my limits. That's not exactly what I expected to hear today. I'm sure you'll understand"

She stood, walked toward me, and eased her sexy ass on my lap, straddling me. Her robe brushed open, her skin felt warm against mine. She cupped my face in both hands.

"Look at me," she whispered, her fingers cradling my jaw. "I love what we've discovered together, the way your body aches for mine, the way your need to have me sharpens the moment I take control. That feeling you have right now. The ache, the hunger... that's not punishment. It's connection. Every time I deny you, I feel your connection t me deepen. And I love it. Because it's not about someone else. It's about us."

I swallowed, my heart pounding.

She kissed my forehead, then leaned to whisper in my ear. "I love feeling what it's like to have total control of you. To be the object of desire. To see you desperate to have me... and then to reward you like you've never been rewarded before."

I shivered.

"But why give the key to him?" I asked, quietly.

She pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. "Because it shows that you trust me enough to put your release in someone else's hands, knowing I must make consessions to get the key back. He holds the key, but I decide when he gives it backbit not without me paying a price."

I hesitated again.

She kissed my neck, then whispered, "And because tonight, after it's all said and done... I'll be your willing sex slave. All you gave to do is say yes."

I looked up. "Completely mine?"

"Completely," she whispered. "After our evening with David, I'll give you everythingyou want. No teasing. No denial. Just me, yours, in every way you desire."

Her hips shifted slightly on my lap, just enough for me to feel Carol's pussy getting moist, pressing hard against my cock while straddling my hips.

"You do making it very tempting. It's deliciously sexy to think of you under my control," I said.

"I'll be yours to command. Your willing sex slave." she replied. "But to have that, lets enjoy this just a little while longer."

I took a deep breath. And nodded. "Okay. If you promise me that you will not let David penetrate you. My cock is the only one allowed in your pussy or your cute ass, period."

Carol smiled. "No worries baby, I promise."

We kissed passionately sealing our agreement.

She reached into her pocket and held up the tiny key between her fingers. "After we shower together my love, bring me your sexy little cage."

Carol then stood, grabbed my hand and led me toward the bedroom. My eyes glued on Carol'a ass the whole way.

We had amazing shower sex and after we finished, she prepared me for the evening. Confining me to the cage and taking the key.

The Invitation

The evening air had turned cooler by sunset. Carol had lit two candles and opened a bottle of cabernet, something to warm the mood. She moved through the house with quiet intention, adjusting the pillows on the sofa, dimming the hallway lights. Every small gesture was calculated, sensual, setting the mood.

I was dressed for the evening, bare beneath soft linen pants, the cage still in place, lovingly locked by my wife. My body was already strung tight with anticipation, each movement a reminder of her control.

Carol stepped out onto the patio with her phone in hand. I could hear her voice, low and composed, just playful enough.

"Eight o'clock is perfect, David," she said, then paused. "One more thing... there's a favor we'd like to ask. We'll explain when you arrive.". Then she ended the call.

Without a word, she disappeared into the bedroom.

When she returned, the sight of her stole my breath away. Her brunette hair flowed loose over her shoulders, and a black silk gown clung to her curves like glue, showing off her body. She crossed the room barefoot, effortlessly. Confident in the way only a woman desired by more than one man could be.

There was a new energy in her now, not just control or seduction but magnetism.

"David will be here shortly," she said, her voice velvet-soft, yet edged with anticipation.

I shifted in my seat, already feeling the cage tighten beneath the linen. "And... did you say anything about the key?"

She shook her head with a knowing smile. "Not yet. He knows we've shared parts of our dynamic with him. But this part... the key... that's something that will need to be introduced carefully. In our own way, you by my side."

She came closer, fingers brushing my chest. "I'll explain it gently. It's just symbolic. I still in control of the key. David's only role in this is to hold the key until I ask for it back."

I hesitated and gave a confused look. "I guess I'm going to need some further reassurance s from you baby."

She placed her palm flat against my chest, steadying me. "I need you to feel that were going to do this by choice. Together."

I looked into her eyes. "If this stays between us, if I'm still all yours, and you are all mine, then I'm ready and willing at least try this again."

Carol's lips brushed mine, slow and sensual. "You've always been mine. Let's do this baby."

At precisely eight, David arrived, casual, charming, his open-collar shirt and rolled sleeves catching just the right balance between ease and readiness. He greeted Carol with a kiss on the cheek, and me with a firm, respectful handshake. I poured him a glass of wine as we all settled in.

We moved to the living room where candles flickered, low jazz curled through the air, and the tension was soft but unmistakable. Conversation was easy at first, travel, foodLittle was said of last nights shenanigans.

After some wine and more casual conversation, Carol leaned forward, her expression shifting just slightly. Serious, but still tender.

"David," she said, "there's something I want to share with you, something personal, and important to both my husband and I."

He gave a small nod, his brow lifting in interest.

"You've seen the roleplay my husband and I have been exploring with you," she began. "How this increases our intimacy. We both agreed to take it one step further."

David looked from her to me, sensing the gravity in her tone but not the shape of it yet.

Carol opened the coffee table drawer, reached slowly into it, and produced a small velvet pouch. She held it in the palm of her hand for a moment before setting it on the coffee table.

"This is a key," she said calmly. "To something my husbands chastity cage. A symbol of his surrender to me. I decide when he us released from it."

David's eyes flicked to mine, curious, respectful, but cautious. He didn't speak, just listened.

Carol continued, her voice low and even. "The cage isn't just physical. It's emotional. Erotic. Its purpose is to increase our desire through denial. Thereby makes our sexual experinces more intense. Every look, every word, every denial... builds our desire. And we want to share part of that with you."

David leaned back slightly. "You want me to... hold the key? The key to your husbands release?"

Carol smiled. "Yes. Not to use it. Not to decide when or if my husband is released. That's still my role. But by placing it in your care, we create something deeper. Symbolic. A transfer of trust. A layer of erotic tension that touches all three of us."

He looked down at the pouch. "You're serious. Right?"

"I am very serious," Carol said. "And I'd never ask you to take that lightly."

There was a silence.

Then Carol added, "But you must know, when I decide my husband has earned his release, I'll ask for the key back. In return, I'll do something for you in return."

David blinked. "For me?"

"Anything you ask within reason," she winked, voice silky.

She let that linger in the air.

David looked at me again. "You're okay with this?"

I held his gaze. "I trust Carol. And I trust you. And I'm curious what it will feel like to experience this."

David nodded slowly, then looked to Carol.

"If this is what you both want," he said, "then I'll agree to it."

Carol reached across the table and placed the key pouch in his hand.

David closed his fingers around the key and said, "When you ask for the key back, I'll let you know what I want in return, when the time comes."

Carol turned to me. "Pour us more wine dear," she said. "Then sit beside me. I want you close to me tonight."

Carol's hand slid across my thigh as she sipped her wine, and I knew the next chapter was already beginning.

The Offering

The three of us sat in the living room, Carol in the center, David on one side and me on the other.

Carol's fingers played absently with the stem of her wine glass as she leaned toward David. "My husband's been wonderful today," she said, nodding to me. "Patient. Quiet. Willing to try this."

David glanced over at me, his gaze calm but weighted. "He seems... very devotedto you Carol."

Carol smiled.

Carol whispered in my ear. "Atand in front of me and undress for me. Slowly."

I stood, removed my shirt first, then loosed the tie on my linen pants. They slipped down, pooling at my ankles. My cage was visible.

David's eyes flickered with interest. "Beautiful, definitely a surprise," he said simply. "So... what happens now?"

Carol stood, her robe rustling as she moved in front of me. She turned to David. "Now, we test my husband's obedience to me. His willingness to watch us."

She stepped behind me, wrapping her arms loosely around my chest.

Carol kissed the back of my neck, slow and lingering, and turned me toward the couch.

"Sit back," she said to David. "Make yourself comfortable."

David leaned into the cushions, relaxed but intent.

Carol knelt in front of me again. Her hands traced the outline of the cage, fingertips brushing the edges, teasing me with the absence of sensation. She leaned in and whispered, "Tonight, your job is to want me. Desperately. And do nothing about it until I allow you to."

She began kissing my thighs, long, slow trails of heat and breath, never touching the cage directly, but circling it, orbiting the place where my need was growing unbearable.

David watched silently.

"Do you feel it?" she asked me.

I nodded, voice shaky. "Yes."

"Good." She turned slightly toward David, her tone playful. "And if I asked you to unlock him?"

David smirked. "If you really wanted me to I would but I would also ask for something in return."

Carol winked at David, "Whatever could that be hmm?"

David replied, " I'll let you know when the time is right."

Carol's eyes gleamed. "I can hardly wait to hear."

Then, gently, Carol pushed me to my knees.

"Kiss my feet," she said.

I pressed my lips to her arch of her foot, trembling.

In Service

I stayed on my knees as Carol rose and crossed to the bar. Even in that small movement, she captivated me, every step elegant, her silk dress brushing her thighs, her hair catching the light as if she were glowing from within.

She returned with a glass of wine and settled on the couch again, closer to David this time. Her thigh touched David's. She didn't pull away.

"Comfortable?" she asked him, her voice warm.

David smiled. "Very."

Her hand rested lightly on David's knee, then drifted just slightly upward as they spoke. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but her smile told me everything: she was enjoying the attention. Enjoying being the object of desire by two men, one seated beside her, the other kneeling in quiet devotion.

Her attention belonged to David now, her voice lowering, her laughter softer, more intimate. Their conversation became half-whispers, touches between words. I could see her fingers brush the fabric of crotch of his pants, teasing the outline of his growing cock.

My chest tightened, not in anger but in longing. I loved her more fiercely in that moment than ever before.

"I need you to watch," she said suddenly, her gaze flicking to mine. Her voice was still soft, but now it held that familiar knowing edge. "I want you to burn with desire for me."

Then she leaned into David, kissing him gently, but not without passion. Her fingers threaded through his hair as he brought a hand to her back.

She turned to look at me again, eyes flushed with pleasure. "You're doing so well, my love."

I swallowed, my body consumed with restrained desire.

Then she shifted, lifting one leg and extending it toward me as she perched slightly sideways in David's lap. "Come," she said softly. "Let me feel your touch."

I moved around the couch, kneeling before her, reverent.

She rested one foot in my lap, and I cradled it gently, pressing my thumbs into her arch with practiced care. Her sigh was immediate, deep and contented.

David's hands rested at her waist now. They exchanged quiet words I couldn't hear, but her eyes found mine again and held them.

Carol lifted her other foot toward my face, and I kissed it softly foot, her scent familiar and maddening. She moaned quietly, a sound layered with satisfaction.

I kissed the sole if her foot reverently, breathing in the soft scent of her feet.

I could feel her affection. Her pleasure in being the center of our shared desire.

The Bedroom

Carol rose from David's lap slowly, like smoke lifting from a flame. She didn't look at me right away. Her hand trailing up David's chest, her eyes alight with something playful and dangerous.

"I think we should move this action to the bedroom," she said softly, as though it was an afterthought.

David stood with the kind of quiet confidence that made it clear he needed no invitation.

Carol finally turned to me. "Come my love join us."

I followed her in silence, my body already humming with anticipation. The bedroom was warm and dim, the sheets pulled back, candles lit. It felt like a scene prepared for sex.

Carol stood at the foot of the bed and slipped her silk dress from her shoulders.

Leaving her naked, radiant, sexy.

Sure, of herself, curves lit by golden candlelight, legs strong from years of ballet, the arch of her foot landing squarely in the center of my thoughts. I felt my cock pulse in the cage, straining to be free and fuck my wife.

David undressed and laid back on the bed, cock thick and heavy, already aroused from what had come before. Carol straddled him slowly, her knees framing his hips.

"Now kneel, my love," she said to me, her voice soft but soaked in authority. "At the end of the bed."

I obeyed.

Carol began moving atop him, her body pressing, grinding, slow and sensual. Her moans came in low waves, hips rolling against his shaft without letting him enter her pussy. She was using him like a toy.

I watched, breathing harder, lips parted. I couldn't help the way my body reacted, how my hands clenched the edge of the mattress, how the cage bit into me with every heartbeat.

Then Carol looked directly at me.

"Suck my toes baby. Suck them while you watch."

I reached forward, reverently taking her foot in both hands. I kissed each toe, then sucked each toe one by one as she began to rub David's cock against her pussy never letting him fully penetrate her, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm. Her pussy began sliding back and forth on his hard rod.

She moaned louder, sweat slicking her skin. Their bodies moved like they'd done this before, fluid, in sync. Her pleasure was real, her dominance complete.

Then Carol suddenly stopped, she turned to David. "It's time, I need the key David. What do you want in return?"

David looked at Carol, desperate for release. " I need your beautiful mouth on my cock."

"Request granted." She pushed David back on the bed and brought her mouth to the tip of his cock and slowly circled his cock with her tongue. Wetting it nicely as David moaned softly.

Carol then gradually took David's entire cock in her mouth. She has had plenty of practice on me. She began sucking him in earnest gradually picking up speed. I saw Davids feet begin to shake, and his toes curled. A sure sign he was getting close to giving his nut. Carol worked his cock harder, determined to get all of Davids cum. Then, suddenly, I heard David groan loudly, his body began to shake, and he finally emptied the contents of his balls into my wifes mouth.

When David was finished, Carol wiped his excess cum off her lips with the back of her hand, smiling, breathless, radiant, pleased with herself.

Once David recovered, he dressed. He walked over to Carol and kissed her in the cheek. "Thankyou honey, that was amazing." He presented her with the key. Turned and nodded at me and left.

Carol immediately turned to me and grinned. "Come to bed, lover."