Michael glanced at his car's clock as he neared the block of his two story suburban home. Daydreams played along in his head as they did each day on his drive home from work. Some days he would think back over the work day, other days he would consider how his favorite sport's team was performing this season. Sometimes he would dream of what it would be like to have pursued one of his dream jobs and what that might look compared to his current normal day to day. Oftentimes, he dreams about his wife who always greets him with a cheerful, "Welcome home honey," as he returns at the close of the work day.
Most times he would daydream of loving innocent memories such as the two of them enjoying a walk in their old hometown's local park. There was that one time when they got their first dog together and how happy Trish was that day. What a good dog she had turned out to be, Michael thought to himself. Occasionally, mostly after an extended period of time without sex, Michael would think of Trish's naked body. He would briefly close his eyes at red lights and such while picturing her large breasts swaying back and forth in front of him. He could feel her round thick ass pressed against his crotch.
An abrupt horn sounded behind Michael, insisting that he move forward through the green light. Putting foot to pedal, he proceeded accordingly and focused back on the road. It had been especially long since he and Trish had had sex. They have the occasional innocent groping of each other's sex in the hallway or the sexually intimate kisses, but it had been about a month now that they hadn't had sex. He began thinking back to their last sexual encounter and how it was pretty good like usual but what was with that comment she had made to him, he wondered. After he had cum inside her as usual, they laid still for awhile together. The standard trade of loving compliments were exchanged but then she had asked him about that weird request.
"Would you ever be into wearing a cock cage if I wanted you to," she asked him. He was a bit apprehensive in his response, "Uhm, well, I'm not sure. You would actually want me to wear a... what, a cock cage?" That look of expected disappointment fell over her face and looked away as she began to rise from their position. "I don't know, Mike. I guess I just thought it would be hot. It's something I've been fantasizing about for a while. Just don't worry about it if you aren't into it though." He sat where he was quietly and then responded, " I just don't know what you find sexy about me being locked in a cage. That seems a bit over the top in my opinion."
She looked at him and forced a half smile. "Okay, honey, I get it," she said while standing from the bed and moving to the bathroom. He had thought about her request for the last four weeks often and wondered what she wanted from him. Did she mean that she wanted him to be a submissive or like a cuck or something? Is that the way she fantasized about him? Submitting to her like a weak boy, is that what she desired? He pondered as he approached his street, there was that really weird part of him that he didn't understand. That odd part of his brain that made his cock perk up just a tad when he thought of the whole situation.
He could feel that rush of blood filling in his cock as the scenes flashed through his head. The thought of his wife putting some locking mechanism over his cock and balls and clasping it shut, watching her put a little key in the latch and twisting it locked. The pressure in his work pants crotch began to get uncomfortable. And then that really really uncomfortable thought began inevitably creeping into his head. He had no idea why this scenario would ever even cross his imagination, let alone make his cock rock solid.
With no specific face or identity, that third body enters the room. Another man comes close and caresses his arms around Trish's chest and grasps her perked up tits in his hands. He's watching up at the two of them from a seated position on the bedroom floor. His cock, that's small enough to fit into this tiny contraption, is throbbing wildly in his cage. He sees his wife turn into this man's caress and begin sucking on each other's tongues. She's grabbing hold of his massive cock in one hand and rubbing over his body with the other.
Michael's front two tires crossed the threshold of his driveway and he pulled up behind the familiar SUV that displays his wife's custom license plate. He took a moment to clear his mind and give his misunderstood erection some time to settle down. He began feeling guilty and kind of mad at himself for thinking about such a ridiculous fantasy. How could he ever consider the thought of his wife being with another man. He wondered to himself if Trish ever fantasized about him being with another woman.
He pushed his car door out and stepped out onto the asphalt driveway. He hoped that Trish would be happy to see him home a few hours early today as his boss cut the work day short for a personal celebration. He meant to call ahead and warn her of his early return, but he had forgotten his phone charger at home that day. It didn't matter much, it would be a pleasant surprise and he would stop on the way home and pick her up some lunch and some flowers. He gathered up her gifts and made his way to the front door.
Michael noticed a neighbor in the next yard over and looked to greet them. The middle aged woman that lived next door waved at him but almost appeared worried somehow. Something felt odd as he stepped inside his home and shut the door. The house felt strangely still and quiet on the bottom level. He'd been sure Trish would still be working with their in-home fitness trainer downstairs in their home gym. After a moment, he heard some noise from the second level of the house and believed he heard his wife's voice. He actually could swear he heard what sounded like her distinctive moaning but that would be unusual. Why would she cancel one of her training sessions just to stay in and masturbate?
But then, did he hear another voice upstairs too? It absolutely sounded like another man's voice joined with his wife's. He froze in his tracks for a moment and sat the gifts he brought to the side. Another moan rang out in her voice, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Holy fucking shit, Michael thought. He considered what to do for a moment and then approached the stairs and began moving up to the second story. The very distinctive sounds of Trish being fucked became evidently clear but somehow different. She was really really moaning out in pleasure. Michael could almost feel the pleasure she was exhibiting in his own body.
Rounding the top of the staircase, he could see their bedroom door standing half ajar and screams of ecstasy were barrelling out from the inside. Without a single thought processing in his head, he grabbed hold of the door handle and brought the door to a fully opened position, revealing the explicit scene unfolding before him. His wife's backside was too him from the bed top and her fully nude body mounted another body, her pussy lips wrapped around an absolutely massive cock. He could see his wife taking this absurdly large cock deep in her swollen pussy and was screaming out in delight, leaving him standing in a complete state of shock, unable to move an inch.
The scene before Michael continued to play out in front of him, his wife and lover clearly not having realized his presence. He wanted to scream out in rage, call his wife a bitch and a cunt and a slut, but continued to stand there in an intensely frustrated silence. Was he just speechless, he thought to himself, or is he actually unable to muster the words needed to bring an end to this? Trish's hips came down harder on the man's massive body harder with every single recurring motion. This stranger was in no way was having his way with Michael's wife, she was in complete control here and man was she fucking him.
