My wife, Maggie, and I have been together for a total of about four years. Two years dating, and then two years happily married. Early on in our relationship my wife admitted that being in control gets her excited and I very quickly discovered that I had a submissive side, it was a perfect match. Our favorite way to play outside the bedroom was to keep my penis locked up in a chastity cage, where she could control when I could get off, or even get hard. We sometimes would talk about making me a cuckold, but we both had reservations about it. I wasn't sure if I could stand seeing her please another man, and Maggie wasn't sure she wanted to please another man. Then one fateful run completely changed our outlooks.
We were returning from a four-mile run together back to our town home that we lived in for the last 3 years. My 28-year-old, 5"6 wife was just wearing a sports bra and running shirts. Sweat was dripping into her bra that was concealing her perky B cup breasts with the key to my chastity cage I was wearing was dangling from a necklace she wore. Her running shorts were clinging to her bubble butt that she earned playing years of volleyball starting way back in high school, played throughout college, and continued to play in intermural leagues. Her long brown curly year was neatly done into one long solid braid, and when it wasn't it would fall to her mid-back. I myself was bad looking. At 25 years old, I was 5"9 with an athletic build that I earned while I served in the Marines. I continued to maintain my muscles even after I got out and got myself a career in the business field. As we approached our town home, we noticed a moving truck next to the town home that shared a wall to ours, and a young man was standing at the end of driveway signing some paperwork. As he glanced our way, my wife waved and walked up him.
"Hi! My name is Maggie, and this is my husband Tom. Looks like we are about to be neighbors.
The 6"1 blonde hair man with his strong body build, smiled,
"Looks like we are, I'm Steve."
We continued to make small talk and towards the end of it Steve glanced quickly and looked at my breasts and asked with a smile, "Does the key around your neck have any significance? My embarrassment about this attractive man asking my wife about the key to my chastity cage made my cheeks burn. Fortunately, my wife answered back quickly,
"Tom gave it to be on our first anniversary when we were dating. It's the key to something that Tom holds very dear and trusts me with, his heart."
"Well, that's really romantic of him."
I was desperate to change the subject to anything except how my wife keeps my cock locked up
"So, Steve if you don't have any dinner plans, you should definitely come over and eat with us."
"I would love too"
"7 Pm work for you Steve?"
"Perfect, I see you guys then."
My wife and I entered our home and went into the shower together to rinse off after the run. She immediately started to play with my locked cock in the shower seductively saying
"What would you have done if I told him the truth. That I keep you locked up and you only get to fuck me when I decide too. Maybe I should've invited him to shower with us, so I can see a cock that wasn't locked up. One that would be able to please me right now."
I moaned in her ear, my penis pressing against the edges of the cage, struggling to get hard but not being able too. I reached down and started to play with Maggie's clit, slowly rubbing the outside, just the way she liked it. She responded my moaning in my ear
"Out of the shower now. I'm going to lay on the bed, and you are going to eat me until I cum."
I quickly obliged, drying myself off and her, and getting her down on the bed. I knew the sooner I got her off the sooner she would unlock me, and I would get to fuck her. I started off my kissing all around her pussy and slowly working my way to her clit.
"Stop teasing me. I'm turned on enough, get your tongue there."
Again, I listened to my wife, putting my tongue right on her clit and began to flick, suck, and lick. Then my wife started to dirty talk.
"I bet Steve has a big cock. One that would fill me up and make me cum over and over. He wouldn't be submissive like you. He would order me down on my knees make me take his cock out and suck it, until I begged for him to fuck me."
I increased my pace, sensing she was getting close, fantasying about Steve was getting her more and more turned on. She couldn't even finish a sentencing without moaning, and at this point she was almost at the point of yelling her dirty talk.
"He would flip me over and take me from behind. Shoving his huge cock into my tight pussy, and it would feel sooo good. His would go balls deep in me and with every thrust his balls would slap against my clit giving me even more pleasure. More pleasure than I ever had with you. He would make me scream in ecstasy grabbing my hair and roughly continue to use me as just a set of holes. Then, when he got close he would use my hair and bring my mouth right in front of his cock and make me swallow his load. Not only forcing me to swallow my seed, but making me taste myself, something that I'd never done before.
As she said the last sentence she gripped the bed sheets arched her hips and climaxed on my tongue. As if doing a sexual act we had never done with another man turned her on greatly. She was slowly recovering her breath while laying on the bed, while I looked on expectantly to be let out of my cage and fuck her. She smiled and said,
"I'll let you out after dinner. I want you struggle in your cage while you think about how you invited a man over, a man who I just fantasied about fucking me while you were eating me out."
I audibly whimpered in response, wanting to cum so badly, and hating the fact that now I would have to wait a few more hours.
Steve came over for dinner and we picked up where we left off with the small talk getting to know each other a little better. We had wine and beer with the meal, and we continued to sit around and drink after dinner was finished. We all started to get a little buzzed, and as the conversation was dying Steve started to make excuses to leave. As we followed him to the door saying our goodbyes, he asked a question.
"How long has it been since someone lived next to you guys?"
My wife and I looked at each other, shrugged, my wife looked at me and said,
"I don't know, probably 2 and half years" I nodded my head in agreement. Tom replied,
"Ah, that explains that. Um, not sure how to say this so I'll just come out and say it, the walls are thin. I heard you guys earlier today."
My face turned beat red, my wife's went white. Both of us realized that means he heard us fantasize about him fucking my wife, and her getting off about it. Tom looked at both of us,