NOTE: This is a story told in the Alphia Corporation Universe.
In a forthcoming chapter, Sam is going to have a heart to heart conversation with George Smith about The Arrangement and what Sam and Carrie can expect. George and Emily have their own backstory and experience... and here it is.
This is going to be a two part tale...
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George Smith paced nervously in his bedroom. His wife was looking in the mirror and tilting her head to put in her best pair of earrings, but she spared a glance at him and smiled.
There was an excited glimmer in her pretty green eyes, but this time her excitement was not for him.
And that made the moment much more intense, exciting and humiliating. The excited grin and hellaciously sexy look on her pretty face when he slid her barely there thong panties onto her was seared into his brain.
Emily was in the La Perla thong that Jamal had selected and instructed George to buy for the weekend. George had picked out the lingerie. For Jamal. This was the first time that Emily had allowed George to see her in it.
"It's not for you, honey," she had grinned at him as she ducked into their bedroom and locked the door, her iPhone already in hand and Jamal's confident face on the screen.
The door closed on Jamal's quiet, confident chuckle and Emily's excited and nervous giggle. George felt left out of something important, and very personal. He stood staring at the door for a few moments before tearing himself away and trying to concentrate on something other than his humiliation and his growing desperation for orgasm relief.
It did not work very well. His wife was modelling the sexy clothes that another man had required George to purchase for his pleasure.
"La Perla thong," Jamal had told him, "That is good slutwear. Whatever else you think she will be hot in. I like a thong on a slut, cuck, but it don't really matter. Your wife won't be wearing them long."
And that was almost a week ago. The kids were safely at Emily's parents' home for the weekend. Lying to his father in law that he was taking Emily away for some private time had been just part of the process.
The frustrating, amazing and deliciously humiliating process.
It had been an exquisite three months since he had first made contact with Jamal. A week later, he and Emily were talking on the phone almost every day, thick as thieves.
"He's really hot," Emily had said to her husband as they cuddled in bed after the first video chat. George had not been invited into the chat, and he was desperate to know what she and Jamal had gotten up to.
"Oh, yeah?" George breathed, rigid with desire, suppressed so that he did not take any affirmative action that seemed too eager. Emily did enjoy teasing him.
"Yes, definitely," she said, running on beautifully manicured finger down her husband's chest. "And he showed me his cock. Holy... My God! It's Huge!"
"Jesus Christ," George breathed.
Emily giggled again and pushed her red locks from her beautiful freckled face to give her husband a clear look. "I don't know if it's going to fit in me, but I am absolutely ready to try."
"Oh honey, I love this so much," George said, releasing his pent-up breath that he had not realized he was holding. "Thank you so so so much!"
Emily kissed her husband and hesitated. George frowned at her, concerned.
"Jamal explained that he is very... dominant," she murmured, a combination of excited and anxious as to her husband's response.
"What does that mean," George immediately asked.
"Ummmmm, he explained that he fucks married women all the time, and he's learned how to avoid having a difficult situation with the husband who might change his mind halfway through."
"Oh, I would nev --".
He stopped as his wife put a delicate hand across his mouth. "Honey, he told me you would say that, and he told me to tell you that this is not his first rodeo."
George's eyes were wide. He nodded. His cock was incredibly hard and yet he felt so small, in so many ways.
"He really got me turned on, honey," Emily said, removing her hand, and giving her husband a look of excitement... with a touch of concern. She paused again, briefly. "He said that there are a number of conditions before he will fuck me, and we have to agree to all of them or he won't come."
"Come... what?" George sputtered.
Emily giggled at her unintentional double entendre but then nodded. "If we do this, he is going to fuck me here, in our home."
George felt his mouth drop open.
"What? Holy shit! This guy has some...", he stopped himself because he was going to say balls, but that seemed pretty obvious. "Ummm, nerve."
Emily nodded her pretty head excitedly. "Oh, so much. So so much. It is so hot, and I want to fuck him, bad."
She looked at her husband, pleading for his permission.
George caught her gaze for a moment, and then chuckled and shook his head as he bent to kiss her. "For you, honey, anything."
The bright grin that had blossomed on her lovely face was a bit frightening in its eager excitement. "Jamal said you had to either by tied to a chair during, so you couldn't interfere, or you had to be caged for a long time before get gets here."
He hadn't even known what a cock cage was at the time. He and Emily spent that night looking through websites and examined pictures of different versions. The entire time he had been transfixed, incredibly aroused and horrified at the concept.
And terrified that he wanted to try this.
Yanking himself back out of memory lane he gave an involuntary shudder as warring emotions collided within him. He had been caged for two months now. Well, two months, three days and almost six hours. The exact moment of his caging was very well known to him.
