Neighbours Ch 31 40

Chapter 31

Without any sound to listen to, it was so strange to watch the view of my own living room via the network of hidden cameras that Liam had installed. Every sight of them was fed to my mind through the filter of lust, as the slow rhythmic fucking of my ass was steadily increasing my arousal.

Liam sat in a chair near me, sipping his beer and watching along with me. I would occasionally glance over at him or look downward to see the humiliating sight of my caged cock leaking once again, but mostly my eyes were glued to the screen.

It was clear they'd have a great time together. They were laughing and chatting, and they both kept reaching out to touch each other. A shoulder touch here, and then an arm touch there.

Then it happened. My eyes were wide as I watched in what seemed like slow motion as Cheryl reached out and pulled Lydia to her. Their lips touched in a slow kiss that lingered. There was a pause, a smile, and then the kiss continued and deepened. Their arms were soon wrapping around each other, and their hands explored each other's bodies.

I felt the pistoning dildo just keep fucking me as I watched my wife reach out and begin to open the buttons of Lydia's silk blouse. She responded with a wide smile, leaning back so that Cheryl could continue with a clear view of the beauty she was exposing. Once every button was open, Cheryl brought her hands up and pushed the blouse back over her shoulders.

Lydia responded by rising up to her feet and standing before Cheryl, letting her blouse fall back down her arms to the floor. She truly was beautiful. Her breasts were perfectly displayed in a stunning lace push-up bra.

She guided Cheryl's to her waist, and to the zipper at the side of her skirt. Cheryl smiled up at her, and lowered the zipper and held the skit as it loosened. She guided it down over Lydia's hips, and then watched her step out of it as it fell around her feet. This exposed her high-waisted pantyhose and the matching lace thong panty visible beneath them. Her pantyhose were a soft shade of taupe and seemed to almost shine.

My arms and legs strained against the cuffs as though I was desperate to have anywhere to put my body's energy. It seemed unbearable to have to watch this, and even more so to have to do it like this, trapped and teased, with my tormentor watching my cuckolding right along with me.

Cheryl seemed fascinated by Lydia's body. She sat on the edge of her seat with hands roaming all over her and her fingertips taking in the feel of her nylon-clad belly, hips and legs. Her fingertips traced the seams of the nylons, down and up and down again. The moment seemed so intense that I could almost imagine how the fabric felt under her hands. Every now and then one hand would explore upwards, caressing or cupping a breast over the fabric of her bra.

Lydia reached down and ran her fingers through Cheryl's hair, and then pulled her face even closer. She pressed Cheryl's lips against her crotch. Just the thinnest layers of fabric separated my wife's mouth from my Master's wife's pussy. They both seemed completely entranced by the sensuality of the moment. Cheryl started kissing her through the nylons, dragging her tongue across them.

I was moaning softly along with the incessant fucking of the dildo up into my ass. My cock ached in the tight confines of the chastity cage and I was leaking as well.

Liam noticed my arousal.

"Such a slut you are, Crissy. Your wife is cheating on you with a woman, in your own house, just up the stairs and all your desperate little clitty cares about is that your ass is getting fucked. It turns you on, doesn't it? To see the woman you love finally getting some sexual pleasure?"

I couldn't even form the words to answer him, perhaps because there was no denying it.

"I'll tell you what, sissy. If Cheryl takes her upstairs to fuck her, I'll let you out of that cage. Would you like that? Would getting hard be worth watching your wife have sex with another woman?"

This time, his gaze demanded an answer.

"Yes, Master. Yes, Crissy would like to be out of her cage, even if it meant Cheryl having sex with Lydia, Master," I panted as I answered, ashamed that it was true.

Cheryl had drawn Lydia back down onto her lap now, and their hips gyrated against each other as they kissed passionately. Lydia's hands were starting to explore more of Cheryl's body, reaching down to caress her ass. It was so intimate, this long kiss shared with such obvious passion.

There was a pause, and I could see that they were talking to each other. Lydia slipped from Cheryl's lap and stood before her once more, but this time she reached out with her hand and lifted Cheryl to her feet.

I was about to win, or lose, Liam's bet. With their hands intertwined, Cheryl took the lead and led Lydia upstairs. The camera view followed them as the TV's view switched from one feed to the next as they moved up the stairs, down the hall, and into our bedroom.

Lydia, looking so stunning in just her pantyhose and lingerie, perched on the edge of our bed. There was lust in her eyes as she watched Cheryl move before her. She seemed to be out to prove this was her choice and she was putting on a show. She was still wearing a short jacket, which she playfully opened and rolled off one shoulder at a time. She slid it down her arms and off, tossing it aside playfully.

Next was her top, a sleeveless white blouse. One by one, she opened the buttons, exposing the lingerie beneath.

I felt like I was right there, watching her strip tease, and feeling my arousal torment me. Of course, mine was coming not just from the visuals, but also from the slow and constant pistoning of the dildo in and out of my ass.

Cheryl was sliding her skirt down over her hips and down to the floor. Still in heels, she kicked it to the side and stood, posing, in just her matching bra and panties, along with stockings tugged up to a garter belt around her hips. Seeing now that she'd chosen this lingerie, it was clear that this had been her intention from the start.

Lydia seemed to understand the same thing. She rose from the bed and moved to Cheryl, pulled her close and kissed her thoroughly. She then slid down to her knees and slowly tugged down Cheryl's panties until she could step out of them. She had even worn her panties over her garters, I noted.

Lydia's hands were on Cheryl's ass and she was now slowly licking and kissing her freshly groomed pussy. If it wasn't my own wife, it would have been a porn fantasy come to life.

Next to me, Liam rose to his feet.

"I think we both know what is going to happen, sissy," he said.

Living up to his bargain, he reached down and unlocked my chastity cage. As soon as he pulled it off my cock sprang free and jutted out from my bound body, rock hard and bobbin up and down as the dildo moved inside me. My cock head was purple and glistening, leaking freely. The freedom felt incredible.

To my shock, I felt Liam's hands on me. He was standing beside me, watching the screen along with me, and he had reached over to grip my cock and give my shaft a squeeze and then a few quick strokes. I could feel how close the fucking and the predicament had me to the edge of orgasm, and his pressure only pushed me closer.

He stopped stroking quickly, leaving me feeling desperate and helpless. I strained uselessly at my restraints. He began fidgeting with something and curiosity forced me to pull my eyes away from the screen to see.

He tore open a small package and then his hands were back on me. It became clear he was rolling a condom onto my throbbing cock but I couldn't imagine why. The idea of him letting me fuck anyone or anything seemed too far fetched to consider.

Once it was rolled onto me, tightly but with that pinch of space at the head, he turned back to the screen. I did as well.

Cheryl and Lydia were standing together near the end of the bed. They were making out with the intensity of high-schoolers, and I noticed that while I had been distracted Lydia had removed Cheryl's bra. Lydia's hands and lips were all over her and she looked simply stunning wearing nothing but heels, stockings and garters.

While we watched, Cheryl got her hands free to finally remove Lydia's bra. It barely fell from her before Cheryl's hands and kisses covered them. The TV view switched to an overhead camera as the two of them tumbled together down onto the bed. Cheryl was on her back and Lydia straddled her. I noted that Lydia still wore her nylons and she was grinding the fabric over pussy against Cheryl's exposed sex. Lydia's back was arched and her hands cupped and pressed down on Cheryl's heaving breasts.

I knew Cheryl's expressions intimately and even without being able to hear her moans and gasps, I could see how close she was to orgasm. Liam seemed to recognize it as well and he increased the speed of the throbbing machine fucking my ass.

That plunging pressure into me, grinding against my prostate, as I watched the moment as my wife came was more than I could bear, and I came along with her. My cock, untouched, started to spasm and pulse, and I felt the warm gush of cum pushing from me. My orgasm was free of the painful ache caused by my last caged release, but it still felt somewhat strange. Part of that, I realised, was because of the condom Liam had put on me. My milky load of cum was just captured at the tip, hanging there.

I shuddered and strained against the cuffs holding me against the St. Andrew's cross, but there was no reprieve. Just as the machine kept fucking my ass, Lydia and Cheryl kept kissing and caressing each other. As soon as Cheryl recovered from her own orgasm, she seemed eagerly devoted to bringing Lydia to bliss as well.

Liam made no motion to release me, and my cock only softened briefly thanks to the continual motion of the lubricated dildo inside me. Liam was smiling wickedly.

The thought crossed my mind that Cheryl did not seem at all worried about me coming home or that her and Lydia might be discovered. I wondered, at that moment, if I was in her thoughts at all. Liam just cracked open another beer and split his attention between the show presented to us via closed-circuit television and my throbbing torment.

It seemed I was in for a long night.

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Lydia and Cheryl were wrapped up in each other's arms. I could see Lydia move to bring her tongue down to Chery's pussy and I stood there, helpless, watching this woman lick my wife clean. It was a fresh kind of agony to watch as she received this loving, post-coital attention as I just hung from my restraints, stretched across the St. Andrew's cross, with my spent cum cooling in the condom.

Watching them together, getting warmed up once again while the machine mounted between my legs kept fucking my ass was getting me stiff once more. Liam seemed happily amused watching alongside me, sipping at his beer.

Lydia was moving with increased purpose now. Her hands had reached up to caress and hold Cheryl's breasts, and her head was rolling and rocking with increased speed. I couldn't see what her tongue was doing, but it was not much of a mystery, seeing the way Cheryl was responding. Lydia was merciless. I knew how sensitive Cheryl could be after orgasm, but tonight she seemed to offer no resistance or reluctance.

I was lost in the sight of it all. My arousal built up steadily watching my wife be devoured like this. By the time Lydia started using her fingers inside her as well, Cheryl was pretty much there again. I saw her toes curl and her hands curl into fists as she came again. Just like before, I felt my own body respond along with hers. My cock spasmed and trembled and I looked down to see the swollen bulb of cum at the end of the condom become larger still.

I felt humiliated and helpless. I was watching my wife cheat on me while being brought to these hands-free orgasms that were somehow satisfying and tormenting at the same time. I wondered what was wrong with me, to be feeling and reacting this way.

Cheryl showed no sign of regret or reflection. She had rolled over and rolled Lydia onto her back so that she straddled her. She bent over her and kissed her thoroughly on the mouth, but then started to move her lips and her attention downwards. I stared at the screen, rapt, my eyes wide and my lips parted.

Cheryl kissed and caressed Lydia's breasts, kneading them and squeezing them and guiding the stiffened nipples to her mouth. Lydia was clearly enjoying this treatment and she was smiling widely, biting her lower lip and pressing her head back into the pillows.

Cheryl kept moving lower, and her hands started to trace the lines of Lydia's panties through her nylons. Lydia's hips rolled and squirmed and I could see they were exchanging words. For a moment, Lydia's hands guided Cheryl's, as her caressing of Lydia's pantyhose changed and suddenly she was tugging at the sheer fabric. digging her fingernails into it and tearing it open.

With Lydia's panties exposed, I saw Cheryl reach over into her bedside table and pull out a vibrator that I didn't know that she even owned. I could feel my physical arousal cresting once again, responding to the surprising activities paired with the continual workings of the dildo in and out of my tormented ass.

All of a sudden, the screen went dark. I hadn't even seen Liam move but turning my head towards him now I saw him setting down the remote.

"I think we should give the girls a bit of privacy, Crissy. Besides, we don't want to have you get too carried away. It's one thing for you to see your wife brought to orgasm by another woman, and entirely another thing to have it be my wife."

It wasn't until then that I realised the pace of my breathing or the pounding of my heart in my chest. My cock was hard, jutting out from my body even while weighed down by the cum-laden condom.

He shut down the fucking machine and lowered the piston, and I felt myself so empty and stretched by its use of me. He then reached up and freed my wrists from the cuffs, letting them fall free. Next to be freed were my ankles, and then I was just standing before him.

"Kneel down and get ready to serve, slut. Watching your wife cheat on you has gotten me rather turned on."

I found myself attacking his cock with surprising hunger and intensity. I needed no encouragement to wrap my hands around his shaft and stroke him to full hardness as my lips wrapped around him. My head bobbed up and down, my lips tight and my tongue swirling.

I felt a high as the taste of his precum filled my mouth. It fed my desperation all the more. My hands were stroking fast and firm and I pushed myself onto him more and more with each thrust. I felt him hard, thick and throbbing inside me. I was overwhelmed with my desperation to please him and to bring about his orgasm.

"I'm close, you desperate cock-sucker," he grunted down at me. I gazed up at him as he drove balls-deep into my mouth, making me drool and gasp for air.

"Don't swallow until I tell you," he managed to say just before I felt the tell-tale spasms in his cock.

He started to spurt as his thrust became slower but more urgent. I felt the ropes of warm salty cum hit the back of my throat and start to fill up my mouth. I tilted my head back to hold it all inside. He took his time, reaching down to stroke himself at the end, milking every drop out onto my extended tongue.

"Hold still," he commanded.

I did my best, feeling the warm, slippery feeling of his cum taking over my senses and thoughts. He knelt down and I felt his hands on me. He was carefully tugging the condom from my cock. He slid it down my softened member, then he pinched the open end as he lifted it from me. He held it up before me.

"Not bad, for a sissy," he said, evaluating the milky load.

I knelt before him, blushing, with my mouth wide open for his inspection. He brought the open end to my mouth and pinched the tip instead, tilting the condom up so that my cum started to drizzle out and join his own. He let it drip and drain by gravity alone at first, then ran his fingers down the length of it, ensuring that every drop fell down onto my tongue. I had to tilt my head back more to make sure none dripped out of my mouth.

He stared at my full mouth for a few moments longer before giving permission.

"You may swallow it now, my little cuckold sissy. Eat up every drop. Feel the weight of how you came and came and came watching your wife get satisfied by someone else."

There was so much to take down that it took me more than one swallow, and I could feel the slippery load all the way down my throat. After I was able to show him that my mouth was fully empty, he had me lick and suck him clean before he re-dressed.

Once he was fully dressed, he had me stand and strip completely, finally removing the stockings. He looked me over, head to toe. Without the teasing trappings of panties or lingerie, I still felt very much submissive to him. He knew it too, and had me kneel on the floor before him.

"How does it feel, Crissy, to know that your wife is upstairs right now, probably feeling the most sexually satisfied she had in a long, long time?" Liam asked.

It took me a beat to realise that he wasn't just teasing, and that he expected an answer.

"It.... It is confusing, Master. Crissy hasn't seen her orgasm like that in a long time -- so powerfully and so many times in one night... I loved seeing her happy... and it was sexy to watch... but I... but Crissy felt strange just seeing her with someone else. Knowing that it maybe took someone else to give her what I couldn't."

He smiled softly.

"Lydia certainly gave her a wonderful night, and it is worth noting that she did it all without having a cock of course. Cheryl might have been horny without getting sex from you, but it wasn't like you weren't able to give her pleasure like this."

My mind raced, trying to find an excuse in the permission or limitations that he had put upon me.

"Did you think about asking me if you could go down on your wife? Did you think about asking to even finger-fuck her? Or were you just thinking about something else? About me, perhaps?"

The redness of my cheeks confirmed the truth before I could even answer.

"Yes, Master. Crissy was thinking about Master. Crissy finds almost all her free time and spare thoughts spent thinking about Master... and about how Master has taken over my life."

"It must feel a bit overwhelming. There have been some big changes, and quite a few new milestones reached and thresholds crossed. Things that you've dreamt of and fantasised about for years are now becoming real for you. It is no wonder you have a lot to think about."

"Yes, Master," I replied softly.

"Do you know who else had more pleasure and came more than they had in a long time, Crissy?"

I looked up at him, not quite able to form the words yet.

"Yes, it is you. You've cum again and again today. The use of your sissy pussy makes you hard without anyone even having to touch your little clitty, and just watching your wife get fucked made you spurt. You and your wife had the best sex you've had in years today, but you weren't with each other. It is kind of amusing that you were both under the same roof when it happened, but that is more amusing than important. Perhaps it isn't just your dreams that are coming true."

"Yes, Master," I replied. I knew these ideas would be running through my mind for a long time.

Liam rose and turned the TV monitor back on. Cheryl and Lydia were still in our bed, their bodies intertwined. They were fast asleep -- no doubt exhausted from passion.

"Look at them resting so peacefully. Not a care in the world. Cheryl doesn't seem too worried about you coming home."

"No, Master, she doesn't."

"You are going to go upstairs. You aren't going to disturb them. You will just go to sleep in the guest room. A normal man might get upset that his wife was cheating -- wouldn't he? He might storm in and yell and scream or even cry. He might be angry, or he might feel betrayed. But your wife will wake up tomorrow and realise that you just accepted it. She might feel some thanks, and she might be appreciative that you followed through on being open to her feelings and explorations... but she will also never look at you the same way."