The next day our bull was slated to come over after work. Ashley had taken a close-up picture of my cage before I tucked it under my clothes for the day. She put on her key to wear to work and left.
She has a pretty short drive to work and again, her job is hybrid, so she goes in only 2-3 day a week. Before she even went into the office from the parking lot she texted me how hot she felt wearing my key and knowing what it opens... or doesn't.
Unbeknownst to her, I would typically jerk off when she left the house every single day. This was the first real time I felt the cage stop me from a normal orgasm I was used to. I tried to not panic but it was tough. It wasn't made any easier by her selfie that rolled in at about lunch time. it was her with a devilish smirk with the key shining bright for all to see. This picture is my profile pic on here.
Nothing else really happened after that until Jason beat her to the house after work. He had gotten there around 4:45. She wouldn't be hole for at least 30 minutes.
We small talked and then he finally said, "Are you just going to act like nothing is different?"
I felt super embarrassed in that moment. It was something else entirely from watching my wife fuck him. This was even more emasculating that I couldn't even have an erection. That I had no control over my own penis.
"It's not like we have a normal relationship. Haha. Just show me." He said like it was no big deal.
My mind raced through everything he'd done to my wife in front of me and I realized this wasn't THAT big of a deal when you get down to it.
I dropped my shorts and boxer briefs, displaying everything. I felt such a massive pang of angst. Jason laughed softly and looked down.
"Man, you know you're fucked, right? Your wife is crazy." he said looking right in my eyes.
"Eh, we're just giving it a test run. I think it's pretty innocent at this point."
"Yeah, alright," he said. He then went on to remind me of the shit she says when shes turned on and how much she has already loved watching me "deal" with my cuckold fantasy becoming a reality.
I got pretty nervous when he said that but I would be lying if I didn't say I was turned on at the thought. My fantasy, which I'd mostly internalized, was for my wife to "break me" and not let me out for months at a time. Being the servant of the house, taking care of her and whatever lover she had that day, while she mercilessly taunted me.
The reality of that is certainly different than the fantasy. I never really thought about it being real. While we have incorporated parts of that over the years and yes, sometimes it's insanely difficult, we've never gone too far into a "slave" dynamic.
I told Jason I guess we'd find out together. I bent down to get my pants and he said, "No, no... You know how turned on she'll be if you're exposed in front of me when she gets here? I want a monumental fuck tonight."
His words were meant to pang my angst, which they did effectively. I nodded and tried to put on the bravest face I could. "Yeah, good call."
I went ahead and took my shirt off as well. I was now completely naked sans cage in front of our bull. I was pushing myself and trying to let go of my ego.
"Let's send her something to drive her crazy," he continued, "kneel in front of the couch." He sat down on the couch in front of me.
I was a few feet back and I could see the outline of his impressive cock in his pants. He grabbed it through his pants and held it while he took a picture of him holding it and me kneeling in the background. He sent it to her saying we're both ready for her. I don't know what she wrote back but I remember him smiling. I then got up and sat in the chair and we just talked until she got home.
The garage door wasn't even closed yet and she was opening the door to the house. I had a glass of wine for her and tried to act normal. She looked me up and down, laughed, and said, "Well hello."
She gave me a hug, kissed me, then smacked me on the ass before going to Jason.
"Why are your pants on still?" she said as she undid them. He did the same to her and her ass was very soon exposed with her red lace boy shorts in hugging it perfectly.
She got on the couch next to Jason and looked at me got her hand on his cock.
"How's it been today, sitting while you pee?" she laughed. I could tell Jason hadn't thought about that yet the way he laughed.
"Its been a long day," I said. Ash looked at me puzzled.
"Why is that?"
"Just being unable to do anything to myself," I said, realizing she didn't know how much I jerked off.
"Are you really whacking off that much where less than a day is driving you crazy?"
I froze up and wasn't sure what to say. She looked at me as she she lowered her mouth down on Jason's cock, "That's really disappointing to hear."
"Uh oh," Jason said, "she's not even drunk yet and she's disappointed in you."
She was too busy working his shaft to laugh but I did feel like a kid who had had his hand caught in the cookie jar.
I sat on the adjacent chair and watched as my wife moved onto her knees on the floor between his legs and enthusiastically worked up and down with her perfect lips. Her hand followed her motion and she'd periodically let it take over while she spent time lapping and sucking on his balls.
I didn't even realize how much I was straining until Jason pointed and said, "Guess it doesn't stop the precum," as there was a strand of precum from the tip of my cage to the chair.
I grabbed it with my hand to protect the chair as Ashley turned and said, "Don't fuck up the chair."
Before she could finish her sentence Jason had turned her head back to him by her chin and said, "Keep going."
I felt a little more dominance in the room than usual. I could only assume it's natural when the husband is naked, wearing a chastity cage, and leaking precum.
