I awoke alone in my room and rubbed my temples as I tried to get my bearings. Samantha had spent the night in bed with Marcus. I'd started out on the couch in their suite but woke up during round three after which I had slunk back to my room to get some rest. Utter exhaustion was the only reason I'd managed to get any sleep at all. My mind was filled with a deluge of images from the night before. It had played out very differently than I had expected. I'd been prepared for passion and raw lust. There had been plenty of both and that had been everything I'd dreamed it would be but what I didn't expect was the intimacy and tenderness. He didn't just fuck my wife. He made love to her over and over, and she did the same to him. Another thing that I wasn't prepared for was how much differently my wife acted and responded to him than she ever had to me. She was loud and very vocal. Her reactions to everything he did seemed amplified. On a scale of 1 to 10, I was a six or seven and he was an eleven. Her choices of words had also stunned me. After round one Samantha told him that he was the best she'd ever had and nothing she'd felt before compared to how he had made her feel. It was like what they shared went well beyond sex. "I never knew how good sex could be," she had told him and since I was the only man she had ever fucked I had felt like an incompetent buffoon.
Her words had really stung but at the same time the utter humiliation and emasculation I felt listening to her swoon had awakened something inside me. I had been ravenous hearing them and I was still ravenous seven hours later. I wanted nothing more than to stroke my meager dick while thinking about her writhing on his cock but I was still caged and Samantha had the key.
I picked up my phone and sent my wife a short text message asking if she was coming back to the room. I needed to cum and I was willing to do anything to get out of the cage.
"I will be there in a bit. Marcus wants more " She replied relatively quickly so I waited in bed. Her idea of "in a bit" differed greatly from mine and two hours later Samantha walked into the room after a very obvious walk of shame.
"That was a bit," I joked when my thoroughly disheveled wife opened the door to our room. Her makeup was nonexistent and to call her hair messy was an understatement of epic proportions but she was glowing and looked oddly radiant.
"Well, it was two bits. He was still hard after round 4 so we kept going," my wife grinned. "I'm glad I can't get pregnant because he came inside me every time."
"Fuck Baby," I croaked as I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a deep, warm kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too. So so so much," she replied and she squeezed me tight. I could feel our hearts beating together as one and I held her for several long moments.
"Can we take off the cage?" I asked pleadingly. "I need to cum Baby, please."