It was Friday night, and Steve was standing next to his marital bed.
He was standing up straight with his legs together, as ordered, and on his feet, he wore two white stilettos, which fit him perfectly. He was otherwise dressed in what could be described as a maid's outfit. Under the short frilly skirt, he was wearing a pair of women's panties, a thong to be exact, which had been worn during the day by his wife. His profoundly aroused penis strained against the confines of a pink plastic chastity belt, gently throbbing with sexual frustration.
On his hands he wore gloves - white and elbow-length, they fitted the dress nicely - and in these he held a large tray before him. On the tray there lay a variety of objects - lubricant, a selection of dildos, anal beads, and a small key.
His face was red and sweaty, and he was staring straight in front of him at the wall. He was standing facing the bed. On the bed there lay another man on his back, and on top of him, facing away from him, lay Steve's wife, who was bouncing up and down on his cock.
Steve couldn't resist any longer, he would try asking again.
"Permission to look Mistress!" he blurted out.
"E...eyes ..mhm.. Forward!" Replied Mia, in between moans.
Steve bit his lip, and his penis twitched as Mia let out a high pitched "OOH!" sound.
Mia's large tits bounced up and down as she rode, while Mick, the man whose cock she was riding, held her arms at the elbows, laying back as he savoured the sensation of her tight creamy cunt.
Steve had never seen Mick fuck his wife before, he was her new bull, and he had heard much about him.
After a few different positions, including a sixty nine with Mick on top, with some beautiful gargling and choking sounds as he fucked her mouth, as well as some fun with the dildos and anal beads, Mia finally granted Steve permission to look at them while they were fucking, the last few words being muffled, as Mick stuck his cock her in her mouth.
Steve greedily took in the sight.
Mia sucked on his cock with hunger, her tongue flicking about as she held him in her tight lips, with the slobber overflowing through the sides and down to his balls, which Mia then went to lick clean. Steve bit his lip again, as the ache in his trapped little penis grew to unbearable heights.
He examined Mick's cock. From what he could tell it wasn't significantly longer than his own, but in terms of girth the difference was huge - he had never seen a thicker cock. The detail that made him particularly jealous though, was the fact that the head was so huge and bulbous. Steve had always had a problem with the thin and unimpressive look of the ending of his appendage.
The difference was underscored by the fact that they were both uncut, and while Steve's foreskin covered almost the whole of the head of his penis when erect, Mick's he noted, did not. It looked as if it could barely contain the bulging glans.
Mick had enough of the blowjob, and he grabbed Mia by the waist, turning her over onto her hands and knees in order to fuck her gorgeous pussy from behind.
He guided his thick cock inside her, and began fucking away again - without heed, without stopping - his proud thick cock ploughing its way in and out of Mia's tight pussy will all its might.
Steve's own penis was a funny sight in comparison.
A stream of precum was now steadily flowing from its tip as it struggled against the confines of the chastity cage, bulging, shiny and purple, as if desperately trying to break free of its own accord.
But it was to no avail, it had been locked away for a week without even being released, and hadn't squirted for over a month. As for that which it now saw before it, well; no pussy juices had moistened the surface of his cock for over a year. Nor would they anytime soon. The pleasures of pussy were in the past for his poor little penis. It had been fully pussy-free for 14 months now, and more were sure to follow.
As he watched entranced, the contrast between him and Mick in every aspect of their sexual prowess, freedom, and status made itself fully apparent, and a strong surge of jealousy and arousal flowed into Steve's frustrated prick. It made itself especially apparent in rare moments like now, when he was not only allowed to watch, but had a full graphic view of penetration. His fetish was all the more enhanced by the very real tinge of regret he sometimes felt at letting it come this far.
