Part 1
My wife and I were driving south for the weekend, a special anniversary holiday to a secluded beach-side B&B. She had organised everything, contacting the owners over the last week, and I had finished work early on Friday so we could reach our destination before sunset. Over the course of the 3 hour drive, my wife occasionally reached over and tweaked my nipple, to 'make sure I was paying attention' she said, but also teasing me as she had done for the past week. She insisted I remain in my chastity cage for the week prior to our trip, to make it a 'special' anniversary weekend away, and I was still wearing it while driving.
We made good time, only stopping once for snacks and a toilet break, so it was 4pm when we reached the driveway leading to the B&B on the coast. It was a further 5 minute drive down the narrow gravel road lined with trees, when we arrived at 2 houses perched on a hill overlooking the ocean. The houses looked identical, one set higher on the hill above the driveway, and the other just below the driveway and offset slightly so as not to block the views from the house above.
As I pulled into the parking spot marked for guests, a woman came out of the top house to greet us. "You must be our guests for the weekend!" she greeted us, "My name is Lana, welcome, let me show you around." She was just under an average height, but with a very athletic build, with tanned skin and mousy light brown hair with blonde sun-streaks. She looked as if she probably spent half her time surfing, and the other half doing yoga.
She led us through the bottom house, which was not large but very nicely furnished. Every room facing the sea had huge windows and sliding doors which lead out onto a wide balcony, from which the view was stunning. The bedroom was actually huge, and contained a 4 posted king size bed which stood unusually high off the ground. As she was showing us around, Lana kept touching and bumping into me, seemingly by accident, and I glanced at my wife nervously to make sure she wasn't getting jealous, but she seemed too excited about the house to notice.
"My husband Greg will be back shortly," Lana told us, "He took a trip to town for some supplies for this weekend. I'll leave you guys to unpack and get comfortable, while I make a start on dinner. I'll see you later!" she said cheerily and left us alone in the house. I waited for my wife to comment on the unwanted attention I had suffered from Lana, dreading an argument that could ruin the weekend from the start, but she seemed oblivious. "Isn't this place great?" she said, taking in the view from the balcony, "Why don't you go bring our bags in, I have a surprise for you."
I went to the car to retrieve our suitcase and brought it into the bedroom, left it on a large dresser, and returned to the living room. "You wait right here." she said, pushing me down to sit on the couch, then skipped happily off to the bedroom. A minute later she returned wearing a black 2 piece bathing suit, and modelled it proudly for me. It looked great on her, showing off her curves and pale skin, but seemed to made up of mostly straps and ties, with very little actual fabric. "Looks great honey, but you weren't actually thinking of wearing that in public were you?" I asked.
Just then the back door opened and a man came inside. "Knock knock." he said aloud as he came through the kitchen and into the living room. The man, who I assume to be Greg, Lana's husband, was equally as athletic as his wife. He had a wide chest and thick arms, and a face that belonged on a magazine cover. He leaned down to shake my hand, as I was still on the couch, then said "Well hello there." as he grabbed my wife in a hug and slapped her exposed ass cheeks.
"Woah, hang on!" I exclaimed at his over-familiarity with my wife.
"No, it's OK honey." She said, still in his arms, "This is a special B&B. Greg and Lana are swingers, and this is an adults only holiday-house. I booked this specially for our anniversary."
"You didn't tell him?" Greg asked in surprise, "You are a cruel mistress! Your wife told us all about your... lifestyle, so don't worry, we'll make this a special weekend for both of you. Let me show you." He let go of my wife and walked over to a closet next to the TV, which I had assumed was just storage, but when he opened the wooden louvred doors there was a second door inside, made of steel bars. Swinging the second door open, my wife peeked inside let out a "Oooooh," then beckoned me over, "you should see this honey."
I got off the couch, walked over and stepped into the closet. The walls were lined with back fabric, and mounted on them were all sorts of erotic implements. Whips, harnesses, gags and strap-ons, as well as a selection of naughty DVDs. I heard the metal door shut behind me, and the bolt slide into place, as I turned around I saw my wife backing away from the door. "Now I have you right where I want you." she said, turning around, throwing her arms around Greg, and kissing him deeply.
I stood numbly, watching through the bars, feeling my cock grow cramped in it's cage. Greg pushed my wife back gently so that she fell onto the couch, then got on his knees in front of her. He slid her bikini bottoms off and tossed them over his shoulder, then lifted and spread her legs to sit inside his elbows and leaned in to bury his face in her pussy. My wife moaned and put a hand on his head. "Mmmm, more places should have a welcome service like this, honey." she purred.
After a minute of this, Greg stood up and my wife sat up to undo his pants, letting them drop to the floor where he kicked them off. From where I was, I could only see Gregs tight smooth ass-cheeks and my wife's hands as they reached around to grab them. They both seemed to have forgotten about me entirely, so I experimentally stretched an arm through the bars to see if I could reach the bolt. "Uh ah," my wife said, noticing my efforts, "Be a good boy or no treats for you." I retreated my arm and held onto the bars instead, watching the show.
Some time later, my wife got up, turned around and bent over so her arms were on the couch, then Greg stepped up behind her and she let out a gasp. "Oooh, thats good." she moaned, as he began slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. He reached down and pulled the tie on her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor and exposing her swinging breasts. He gradually began picking up pace, slapping skin against skin and my wife grunted in pleasure with each thrust.
It wasn't long before Greg let out a groan, indicating that he was about to cum. My wife quickly turned around and squatted on the floor in front of him, just in time, as a jet of cum hit her square in the throat. The next pump shot a string over her left breast, and the final squirt landed on the right. He stood for a moment, catching his breath, then grabbed his trousers from the floor. "Welcome to the house of forbidden desires," he said, pulling on his trousers, "We are going to have some fun this weekend!" And with that he left through the back door and returned to his own house.
My wife remained on the floor in front of the couch, tracing a finger through the cum on her chest, looking at me in my prison. "How much do you want out of that cage?" she asked suggestively. I could only nod stupidly, my mind a fog of lust and desire. "Let yourself out and come over here." she commanded. I reached through the bars again and felt for the bolt, which thankfully had not been padlocked, this time. Swinging the metal door open, I stepped out, when my wife commanded: "Crawl."
