I lay sprawled in the middle of the room. Hair strewn over the carpet, my hands slightly numb from being tied up. My penis pulsated against its plastic prison. The plastic chastity cage that Will had locked on my dick served only to heighten the arousal I felt.
There was something unbelievably stimulating about being denied the ability to even get erect by my girlfriend's lover. I loved wearing a chastity cage but what I loved even more was that Will had put it on me.
This was a couple of days after they had tied me up on the sofa. This time was not so different apart from the fact that they had just made out. Somehow, seeing my girlfriend kiss him was even hotter than watching the two of them have sex. Perhaps because kissing is such an intimate, loving gesture.
So there I was on the floor, my limbs slightly sore from the position I'd been in.
My hair, which was tied in a ponytail, was messy and disheveled. I got up slowly, groaning. Untying my hair, I tied it back again neatly. The two of them had left me in the room after untying me and had gone into the kitchen to get something, water presumably.
They returned almost immediately; arms entwined around each other's. Jennifer's butt length dirty blonde hair was tied in a low bun, she was wearing a simple white top and tight-fitting jeans that accentuated her incredible ass. An ass which was currently being squeezed by Will. Jennifer giggled at his pawing and almost instinctively reached into him for a kiss. His mouth opened and their tongues danced for a bit.
When they finally broke apart, I could see the bulge in his jeans. She rubbed it over his jeans. He moaned softly, hands still groping her ass.
Meanwhile, my locked away penis was trying desperately to grow and, in the process, causing me a great deal of discomfort.
Jennifer noticed me, staring and grinned. She slapped Will's ass and with a final squeeze, stopped her fondling of his penis.
"Let's go baby, we'll get late if we don't leave now."
We were going to a club, a popular place frequented by young, open-minded people. Not a swinger's club but as close as you could get to one without it descending into orgies and explicit debauchery.
We'd been there multiple times before, sometimes just Jennifer and I, most times though, we'd been accompanied by her lover. On these occasions, I was the third wheel, the excited, frustrated cuckold who got to watch his girlfriend make out, dance and have a generally good time with her dominant, obnoxious boyfriend. Technically, I was her boyfriend but when she was with Will, I became her cuckold.
There was loud music playing in the club as always and a gaggle of giggling girls crowded around the entrance hanging around what seemed to be a public announcement but was actually just another arrogant frequenter of said institution.
"The secret, ladies, is the pussy eating", he declared loudly. "If he eats pussy, that's a keeper."
"Do you eat pussy Robbie?", called out one of the sniggering girls.
"That, baby, is something that is kept secret.", he said, with a smirk and a flourish.
Now that we'd entered, I could get a better look at him. He was our age, maybe a year older with long, straight, black hair that reached down to his shoulder blades. Currently, it was tied back in a ponytail. He wore a gaudy shirt and equally raucous, torn jeans. He wore an air of contempt and egoism that I recognized very well.
"Robbie! Hey man, it's great to see you here!"
I rolled my eyes. Of course, Will was friends with him.
Robbie, apparently, moved away from the crowd and came toward us.
"Hey dude, great to see you here." He flashed a smile that was in equal parts sly and inviting at Jennifer. "And who is this absolute knock-out who is accompanying you?"
Will turned around, briefly smiling at me, wickedly. "This is my friend.", he squeezed her ass as he said it. She stifled a squeal, grinning equally wickedly, "And this,", he said, gesturing to me, "is her boyfriend."
I felt heat rush up to my cheeks and my penis grew uncomfortably, in my cage.
Robbie smiled. Salaciously. "Boyfriend, huh? You sure there isn't another more appropriate term for him?"
The humiliation was causing my penis to become increasingly constricted now, trying desperately to grow larger. But I loved it. I loved standing in front of a brash, arrogant stranger who could clearly see that my girlfriend cuckolded me and have him make snide, humiliating comments about me. It turned me on.
Weird, huh?
But that's the way cuckold relationships work. Plus, I trusted Jennifer to not do something she would be uncomfortable with and she'd always respected my feelings regarding our relationship. We both realized this was a game and we stuck to it.
