This is the follow up to Cuckolding 101. Reading that first will help with understanding the characters involved.
Mary and I stayed up late on the evening that Michael visited and serviced her. We talked about the anticipation of it all, and how Michael kept us both on edge. We agreed that he had a particular charm and sense of power that suited both of us, and that he seemed to know when to challenge us. Mary called Michael just after noon the next day, asking him if he would visit her again.
When I arrived home around suppertime on Tuesday, Mary met me at the door in a silver sequined, mid-thigh evening dress that showed off her corpulent curves. Her heels made her almost tower over me. My surprised look had her telling me everything in a quick-paced storyline.
"Michael called and he wants me to meet him tonight. Apparently he's planning a big surprise for both of us this weekend and wants to go over his plans with me."
"Well, what about me," I thought, but said nothing. I knew what this really was. Michael wanted to exert his authority over me, probably to test my loyalty to my wife's pleasure.
When Mary checked her makeup in the mirror, she turned to me and said, "Michael thinks it's a good idea if I you cage up while I'm gone, so you don't get too excited about him and I spending time tonight." I paused there, expecting more information from her as she turned back to the mirror to fix herself. She looked at me through the reflection of the mirror. Then Mary blurted out in a frustrated tone, "What are you waiting for, Bob! I need to take the key with me."
I left for our bedroom and pulled out the cold, steel coil and ring, and began to remove my pants and jockey shorts. Lying back on the bed allowed me to scrunch my balls and cock through the chromed hoop. The wire pin slipped inside the hoop, and the luggage padlock bound the two pieces together, mashing my small dick into my ball sack. I was now unable to achieve an erection while May was with Michael.
Mary stepped into the room, and saw the resignation in my eyes. She placed a hand on my naked knee as the clasp locked in. "Oh, come on, you know Iwill let you out when I get home, okay?" She reached for her sequined jacket from the closet, turned, and kissed me on the mouth as I zipped my pants up over my cuck cage, my eyes averting hers. She kissed my forehead and said, "I'll wake you up when I get in, even if you're asleep." I gave Mary the key and she attached it to her necklace, proudly fixing its position front and center, midway down her plump cleavage.
She walked out, assured that there was no way I wouldn't be awake upon her return, with me knowing a very large and capable man was going to be playing with her tonight. Probably for many hours, while I remained home alone. I walked Mary to the door and stood there as she got into her car and backed out of the driveway.
I fidgeted about; tried watching TV, then doing some laundry. I breathed in the aroma from Mary's soiled underclothes, but that only made me more frustrated as my penis pushed into the coiled restraints. I went back to housework to keep me from thinking about them. Nothing I tried could keep my mind from thinking about Michael's hard dick in one of Mary's holes, and almost hearing her grunts and groans as he pleasured her again and again.. Each time I moved, the heavy jewelry binding my genitals would remind me that she was taking dick, and I couldn't even make myself hard, let alone be there to watch them.
Later, I sat in my recliner, toying with the cage, trying to use a finger or a thumb through one of the slits, in order to gain some kind of arousal. My semi-hard erection strained and bulged in the spaces between the thin steel rings. Only the drip oozing from my pee hole was a reminder of what could be -- a long awaited orgasm. I did drift off to sleep at times, but jumped at each noise that came from outside.
Just after midnight, the lights in the driveway told me Mary was back. I held the door open as she approached. She was well dishevelled, her nylons over her arm, her dress half zipped. We kissed lightly at the door, my cock was again awakened and pushing at the iron confines. Mary's tongue entered my mouth, and I tasted it; the familiar salt and pheromones of that African male. My tongue washed through her mouth, searching for more evidence of her tryst. We moaned together, before Mary broke the kiss. "Upstairs. There's more."
My mind raced. The last time, when I saw Michael remove his slimy dick from my wife, I was heady with arousal. Tonight, I had to imagine it all. When we got to the bed, she sat me down and knelt down between my legs, removing the metal key from around her neck. "He fucked me, you know," she said as the hasp clicked off.
'I figured he would," I replied. I worked my parts from the cock ring and played a bit with my cock to revive it. Almost fully aroused, the stumpy prick came to life. Mary took hold of it. Mary made slow, rhythmic movements with her thumb and first finger making a ring around it, squeezing my shaft up and down. We both watched the gooey dribble of precum ooze out from my sensitive tip, from her stimulation. My hips tried to fuck her ringed hand, as though I might gain some control over her movements, but Mary let go all at once, to kill any chance of me receiving further pleasure.
"Do you want to see?" she teased, and with that Mary stood up and turned around, offering me her half-zipped back. I closed my eyes as I reached for her half-zipped dress, imagining her red, used pussy brimming with his slippery seed.
I pulled the zip all the way down, and her sleeves slipped off her shoulders. Her bare back showed no bra marks, and her white satin thong showed off Mary's full ass cheeks so well. She allowed the dress to slip to the floor in a pile, and bent herself over the bed, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks wide. Her thong was buried deep between her ass cheeks as I crawled behind her and tried to peek at her slit beneath, expecting it to be drooling with his load. My thumbs hooked the waistband of her damp and smelly thong, and pulled them down over her luscious, wide hips. I kissed my way down her backside, licking at the dimpled skin of each cheek, kissing her fingers as she held herself open for me. Mary's panties joined her dress on the floor, at her feet.
As I my eyes took in her puckered pink ass , I was instead surprised by the appearance of a gooey substance from her anus. I pulled my cock hard. "Did he fuck you back there, Mary?" The dribble became a thick, mucous glob as she expelled Michael's semen for me.
"Taste and see, cucky," was her response. Mary has never let penetrate her anally. She always thought it was a dirty act to put my cock inside her ass. She has never stopped me from using my mouth or fingers on her ass, which I love doing almost as much as going down on her. I gazed at the dollop as it spilled from her, and oozed its way downward to her vaginal lips.
My hands pulled her large curvy ass wider, and I moved to the puckered pink button. As I moved in, a small squirting sound emanated from within, expelling a bubbly foam of semen. A burp of cum spilt out, and my tongue lapped at her lover's deposit. "Go easy, Baby. I'm pretty sore back there." My hand jacked myself quickly, while my tongue pressed an pushed at Mary's ass, tasting his salt and her heady aroma.
A hand appeared between her legs, her fingers playing with her clit as I licked up her anal offerings. My thumb entered her cunt, and my face pressed deeply into her arse, until I heard her whimpers give way to orgasm. Her ass pushed back as her legs trembled from our teasing.
