☆ Note - this is dark. D.A.R.K. There's bondage and incest and cheating and images of extreme sex. There is probably questionable consent and blackmail and there is most likely verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment. Free speech.
DONT DO THIS. Hell, it's best for most of you not even to play this way. If you are considering trying this for real. Just stop. Get Help. Talk to a professional. This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves and a faithful wife.
NOT REAL.
Also - Don't get all offended over a fantasy. This is not a sympathetic character. She is vile. Her mother named her Nicole after all. The stories of Nikki the Pig are not a personal attack on you, your beliefs or your morals.
Perry's cock had been locked up in chastity for months now. Ever since his wife, Nikki, had finally confessed or rather proudly announced that she was the owned, three hole cumpig of another man, as she rode his face with her cheating cunt dripping cum down his throat. That small metal chastity cage that he voluntarily locked himself into kept her cheating at the forefront of his mind every second.
He was constantly excited and couldn't help it. She was the woman he loved. The mother of his children.
At least he had always assumed that they were his kids. Now, the thought that maybe they weren't his was making his cock strain against the his cock cage again.
It was a too sweet torture. Delicious and horrible and completely within his power to end. But he didn't. Somehow the knowledge that she had been cuckolding him since they met turned him on more than anything before. He just sat in a chair and stared out the window of the soundproofed "she shack" he had built for his wife in the backyard of their suburban home. Waiting on her.
Well, waiting on her Daddy to be done using her and to send her home.
He should have known. She was always dropping hints that she was unfaithful. All throughout their marriage. He remembered the first time she had teased him about a specific man.
"Principal Jefferson seems to appreciate a white woman in heels and hose," she had told Perry many years ago, right before she sat down fully on his face after they both returned from work. He remembered thinking she was so wet and open. He was actually choking on the liquid running out of her pussy. He lay on his back as she posted and ground her cheating cunt down onto his open mouth. He felt so alive with desire. That was the hottest memory he had. It did the same thing to him now as it did back then - rip his guts out and make his dick as hard as a rock. Of course, remembering it now just caused more pain, as his cock struggled to break free of the metal cage enclosing what he previously considered his manhood.
She had sat on his face a lot during their marriage. She squirmed and posted and lost herself in the feeling of his tongue. Whether facing his feet or the top of his head while holding on to the headboard, Perry knew she would get lost in her own little world. She even took pictures of herself on her phone. Posing. She had early on insisted that he tongue her tight ass as well. While she used her fingers a lot a toy on her throbbing clit to give herself crushing orgasms. He had stupidly thought that he was the one making her cum. Now he knew better.
Eventually, her truck pulled up into the drive and he felt his breath catch. Hoping to be let out of the cage and allowed to fuck her. But knowing that this afternoon the best he could hope for was that she would peg him long enough for him to drain. She had promised to "Fuck him like Daddy fucked her," before she left him this morning.
