"You sure you don't want to... Just once, before..."
George's voice was so hesitant during these sessions. Carla missed the days when he'd been assertive. He'd never been controlling or unwilling to compromise, but he'd stood up for what he wanted. Twenty years ago, when they'd just met, he wouldn't be pleading to have sex one last time before she locked him in chastity.
Now, he stood in front of their bed, completely naked while she was wearing a lacey red one piece and not a stitch else. His shoulders slumped and his head hung, unable to meet her eye. His cage sat on her nightstand, and he kept glancing at it furtively. He tried to ignore Bruce, who sat lounging in a chair in the corner.
She'd thought about fucking George earlier today. Maybe the desperation would be hot, or he could find some of that spark that she missed so much, find the George that had taken her against the countertop like his life depended on it. But they'd talked, a month and a half ago now, and decided together to go three months without having sex. Well, no sex for him.
"No," she said firmly. "It's not like that pathetic little thing would satisfy me, anyway."
It came more natural now, the humiliation and verbal abuse. She'd learned to read his reactions to it. Hurt, embarrassment, shame, all half played, half real. Underneath, she knew he loved this, and that was enough for her.
In reality, he wasn't particularly small. A bit above average, actually, and with a delicious curve he knew how to use just right.
"Baby, please," George begged. "It's been so long. I've been good. I haven't touched myself at all."
He'd have been enough for her. Plenty, even. But he'd wanted to explore this. It started with swinging. The first time had been a bit awkward, and she'd wanted to stop, but he'd loved it so much. He'd worn her down over days, eventually admitting he wanted to watch her with another guy more than he wanted to have sex with other women.
"Don't lie to me." She held up the key to his cage. "If you keep lying to me, I'll give this to Bruce and he gets to decide when we take it off."
It had taken them five years to get here. They checked in once a month, speaking openly and honestly about what they both wanted. She loved George deeply, more than she could ever hope to express. She'd go back to just being with him in a heartbeat if he wanted, even if she'd miss Bruce.
"I'm not--"
Carla cut him off, forcing his legs apart with slippered feet. His cock hung limp, shoulders slumped. She grabbed his chin and twisted his head until he looked her in the eye.
"Say it."
To his credit, he didn't hesitate at all. "I am yours, heart and soul, body and mind. My pleasure and release are yours to give and yours to deny."
His chastity slipped on easily, two halves of a ring clicking in place around his cock and balls, and the cage itself securing his cock. The little lock made a satisfying sound as it snapped shut. His little whimper was so pathetic, her heart went out to him.
"Now, isn't that better? All ready for Locktober." Carla smiled at him and looked him in the eye, hoping he could see how much she loved him. She'd say it again later, show it in all the ways she knew how, but for now this would have to do. "Now, I think you have something to ask of Bruce?"
George turned to Bruce and opened his mouth, but Carla pushed him down to his knees. George landed with a thud on the shag carpet.
"Please, satisfy my wife."
"Hmm," Bruce said. "I'm supposed to pick up your slack?"
Bruce stood up, easily four inches taller than George, and impressively fit. He was wearing a dress shirt and tie, with a pair of navy slacks, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair. Carla couldn't wait to peel him out of his clothes and ride him.
"Please, Bruce."
"Please, what?"
"Please satisfy my wife."
"Why?"
"Because I can't."
"Hmm, not good enough, not today."
Carla grinned. It hadn't taken much convincing to get Bruce on board with this. She was excited to get to watch.
"Please, I'm begging you."
"If you get me nice and hard, I'll consider it."
Carla had a weak spot for watching a dressed up man undoing his belt, biting her lip as Bruce loosened the clasp and pulled the belt out of its loops, discarding it on the ground. Deft fingers she could already feel knuckle deep inside of herself slid the zipper down.
George reached out and fished Bruce's cock from his pants. Carla's lips parted, her breath a little short. This was new. Last check-in, George had mentioned he wanted to suck Bruce's cock, and she'd enthusiastically agreed.
He hesitated, lips parted, hand resting on Bruce's thigh. After their next check-in, if he liked this, she'd help him over his hesitation, real or play-acted, maybe force his head down on Bruce's cock... But today he'd have to show he was willing on his own.
George's hesitation was a surprising turn-on. It seemed he didn't want to, but would, for her. Of course, Bruce would fuck her senseless if George never even touched him, but that didn't matter right now. In her imagination, George lay on the ground, face buried in the shag carpet, ass sticking up in the air as Bruce rammed into him again and again. Bruce had drawn the line at a blowjob, but maybe... She could always find a second bull, someone bisexual, or even someone with a gay friend or...
Watching George finally suck Bruce's limp cock into his mouth sent a shock of pleasure through Carla. Unless he really didn't like this, George would be sucking a lot more cock in the future. And if the little moans her husband let out were anything to go by...
"Get me nice and hard and slick so I can fuck your wife like she deserves," Bruce said.
Carla slipped under Bruce's arm and put a hand on George's head, gently guiding his pace at first. When she saw the heat in his eyes, and how hard his cock strained against the metal bands of his cage, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him onto Bruce's hardening cock until he coughed and gagged.
"Oh yes, suck his cock. It's all you're good for, getting real men nice and hard so they can fuck me, little cucky bitch." She felt herself slipping more into her role as a mean cuckoldress. It didn't come naturally, and never felt right until she saw how much George liked it. "He's going to fuck me so good, and it's all because you got him hard for me."
George whimpered, but didn't stop sucking.
"By the time I'm done with her, she's going to be a quivering, cum-filled mess," Bruce said. He squeezed her to his side possessively. "That cunt is mine. Say it!"
Carla pulled him back off Bruce's hard cock by his hair, being as rough as she dared. He panted, clearly out of breath.
"It's yours."
Carla twisted her hand, making him wince. "Be more specific."
"My wife's cunt is yours, Bruce. All yours."
"Much better," Carla purred. "Now go stand in the corner."
George obeyed immediately, though he did whimper a little at being excluded. If he had protested, she would've made him stand facing the wall, but for now he could watch. Carla had plans for him later, though.
For now, she put George firmly out of her mind and stood on tiptoe to melt into Bruce's kiss. He hadn't shaved. She liked it when he didn't shave, his thick stubble providing such amazing contrast when--
"Eep!"
Bruce grabbed her ass firmly and lifted her up. She clung to his neck and pressed tight against his chest, feeling his muscles flex as he hoisted her. His cock pressed up against her, rock hard and still slick with George's spit.
Carla laughed, bright and cheerful and happy, clinging to Bruce and ignoring George in the corner. She buried her face in his neck, his simple scent filling her. He'd showered before coming over, of course, but she could still smell him underneath.
"You've been working out," she said, kissing his neck as he walked across the carpet to the bed.
"Mm-hmm. Gotta stay in shape for you."
"Mmm, all for me?"
