Miguel noted he was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he was a long way from being a falling down drunk. On the elevator ride he thought, "I'm the third man to make this trip tonight." His penis and testicles hurt. He wondered if Jean and Father had held hands in front of others or even kissed before they got behind closed doors. It excited him to think they did. Now that Roger was gone he didn't feel so humiliated, but horny. He hadn't climaxed in weeks and was looking forward to being freed from his cage. He had seen Mrs. Flores pass the key to Jean when they were saying their goodbyes.
He looked at the room number and headed down the hallway. Their room he noted was in a secluded location, at the very end of the hall. To its left was the stairwell.
He took the key and unlocked the door. He wished his hands weren't shaking, but he couldn't stop them. The rage he earlier felt was fading, replaced by want. His wife was on the other side of the door waiting for him.
Noting the hour he softly called out Jean as he closed the door.
The room was very different than the rooms he and Jean usually used. A small foyer leading into a living room which led into the bedroom.
"I'm in here Miguel."
He headed to the bedroom.
The room was dark.
Jean said, "Turn on the light."
He located the switch and the room was as bright as day.
Jean was back in her wedding gown and in the middle of the bed.
"I've been waiting for you Miguel. Get out of your clothes. Lift up my gown. Get on your knees. I will scoot to the edge. That's it. Why are you hesitating? You know you want to. You like me this way. Oh fuck yeah, your tongue feels good. Lap it up. You are so nasty Cuck. God, this feels so good. I'm going to want this a lot. Taste them."
Her words fueled Miguel's lust and he licked his wife's sex with the urgency of a man who had been denied his favorite meal for far too long. At some point he longer tasted Roger or Father, but Jean. He ran his tongue against her asshole, then plunged it in and out of her vagina fucking her with it. She described her encounters with Father and Roger. He had been too eager to notice the note on her thigh so she pointed it out and told him she had been blacked, but also that in the throes of arousal had begged him to give her a baby.
Miguel's cage physically imprisoned his penis, but it couldn't contain his arousal. He spurted stream after stream against the walls of his cage, so much cum it eased from the pee hole at one end and the base at the other.
Jean didn't care that it was late and let their entire floor know she was climaxing. Afterwards she scooted towards the middle of the bed and told Miguel to lay on top of her. They shared many kisses. He noted her mouth tasted of cock.
During a pause in their kissing he told her he had needed to orgasm.
She said, "You deserved it. You've been so good these past few months, best boyfriend ever for putting up with my craziness."
He told her, "You're not crazy, if anyone is crazy it's me."
