"The Cowboys are kicking ass, and I'm three beers and a joint in. What could better than this?" thought Joey. And then his cell phone rang.
"Hi Babyyyyyy," sang Delores. His cock began to rise at the sexy sound of his half-drunk wife of twenty-two years. "Light some candles, and put one of the dining chairs by the bed. I'll be home in half an hour... with Nick!"
Blood pumped directly into his more than capable manhood, hearing kisses and cooing from her end of the line. He rushed up the stairs, two at a time, with his phone to his ear and asked, "Did you ask him?" He reaches for the lighter as she responds.
"He said that you can watch. But you have to cage up. I don't want any accidents, like last time."
"Awww, Dee, but I'm already rock hard!" he begged, but to no avail.
"You've got time. Pour us some drinks and take a cold shower," his wife said, matter-of-factly. He looked around the bedroom at the yellow flickers, satisfied that the room was ready. Quickly, he went back down and poured two full glasses of vodka, brought them up and placed each on a bedside table.
As Joey peeled off his jeans and underwear in the bathroom, he stared down at his six-and-a-half inch rod which had not receded despite knowing that he was ordered locked up for the night. He stepped under the unbearably cold showerhead, seeing his hardness wane. He had his cock cage in hand, needing his dick to be pliable enough to be stuffed into the metal confines.
It is not at all that Joey is unable to satisfy a woman. He had his share early in life, fucking dozens of women with nary a complaint. No, his downfall is that he fell hard for Delores and loves seeing her pleasured, always giving into her every whim. So, when their son, Billy, was only a toddler and Delores strayed from their marital vows for the first time, the two of them had a real heart-to-heart talk.
"You just won't fuck me like I need to be fucked!" she told Joey. "I need a man to use me, to make me feel desired. I've never cum with you inside me." He knew she was right, but he had been raised so strictly to treat women with love and compassion. At times he would lose an erection when she begged to be slapped or have her hair pulled. He just couldn't bring himself to defile the love of his life like that. Joey was a victim of the Madonna-Whore complex.
Joey found himself asking Dee the same questions as history repeated itself. "What did that guy do with you? Where did he cum? How many times did you cum? Where did it happen?" Dee would tell him of her exploits in great detail, while he fucked her in missionary position. And he would cum oh, so quickly when she spoke those lurid details. But, Joey always made sure that his wife would have her orgasm as well.
While his cock could never do the job, Joey was sure to complete the task using fingers, toys, or his tongue. Delores especially enjoyed being orally satisfied while she told Joey stories of how other guys were able to please her by using her body so much more forcefully.
Two things became clear over time. They both loved each other, and he did enjoy that his wife had such lurid fantasies, even if he couldn't be part of them. Delores became bolder as time went on, to the point of cheating on Joey and coming home immediately after leaving her lover's bedroom, to confess.
She would tell her husband that his cock was now in the same hole that one of her coworkers had emptied himself into, only hours ago. This seemed to rev Joey up, so Delores would utter such things as, "Can you feel his semen in there?" or "Baby, mix your cum in with his." These comments would cause Joey to cum very soon after.
One night, Dee arrived home from the dance club to see Joey slouched in front of the TV, drunk and stoned, and she ordered him up to their bedroom. There, she stripped off her black, sequined mini skirt and top, and lay down on their bed. Delores splayed her legs wide and said, "Look what he did to me, Baby. And he didn't even make me cum!" Joey stared at his slutty wife's used pussy as semen trickled from its beet red lips.
"Kiss my titties, Baby," she said, squeezing her fantastic 38DDs together. Joey obliged and began to ravish her, suckling on her mommy titties and fingering her cum-soaked pie. She breast fed her husband, enjoying his fingers playing with her clitty, and felt so naughty seeing him do whatever she asked. Dee knew that by saying, "I need to cum now, Baby," her husband would be sure to take that task to heart.
Joey looked up at her, seeing her need for release. Delores' hand caressed his face, then slowly pushed him lower. He kissed her soft, plump belly, feeling the sticky, matted curls of brown hair against his chin. Joey's tongue burrowed into the curls to find Dee's erect clit awaiting his service.
The salty stew told Joey that he had married a very naughty woman, and that she would always come home to him. Dee moaned while his lips pursed, sucking her hardened, creamy nub between them.
"Lick me," she whispered, and he did. Both of Dee's hands held Joey's head in place while his tongue bathed inside her, then licked her from clit to anus, and back again. Joey's thumb strummed Dee's clit while his face munched away at the slimy mess. "Ohh, God!" she uttered as her orgasm struck. A wash of juices spilled from Dee, slathering Joey's mouth and nose.
When Delores could take no more, she pushed him away from her pussy. Joey looked down, saying, "Oh, shit! When did that happen?" Dee looked to the edge of the bed and saw Joey's flaccid cock had spilled out his own orgasm as he ate her out. A puddle of cum stained the bedspread.
"Were you jacking off?" she asked.
"No. Um, I don't think so. I don't know," Joey responded, dumbfounded by what had happened. Delores pulled him up and kissed him on his wet, gooey mouth, and he kissed her deeply, snowballing her lover's seed. Their tongues explored the other and then they relaxed to a post-coital hug - without Joey having had any coitus with her at all.
And, so began a way of life for both. Not long after, Delores met Nick, when he pulled her over one night for driving eratically. Despite an alcohol level twice the legal limit, the kind officer offered Delores a way out of her legal troubles - in the backseat of his patrol car.
Officer Nick turned out to be amply endowed, thus Delores offered him restitution. And she would repeatedly respond to Nick's demands for sex, time and again, usually on a deserted road in the back of his cruiser. He had no idea, at first, that her husband was aware of their escapades. Nick just liked no strings sex, hard and fast, knowing that Delores was only a phone call away. She was more than happy to oblige.
The day Joey saw the cruiser parked in the driveway, he knew their marriage had taken yet another turn. The plant he works at, had to shut down early due to a parts delivery delay, and Joey found himself contemplating his options, peering in at all the gadgets in the police car. Take a drive around town for a while until the car leaves? Walk in on them and watch his wife service the cop? Maybe they were just having coffee in the kitchen? No, Joey knew better. Then the front door opened.
The cop he had heard so much about, filled the doorway. The body armor only made him look more daunting. No wonder Dee enjoyed playing with him so much. Nick's six-foot-five frame was wide, his bald head and stern face behind the surfer sunglasses was intimidating. Joey stepped back to let the brawny man get to the car, and drive off without even acknowledging Joey's presence. When he looked back to the front door, Delores stood smiley-faced, wearing only a blouse with nothing under it. She called out, "I'm glad you're home, Joey. I really need a good cum." As Joey walked toward the front door, his eyes met his neighbor, Mr Samuels, as the man tended to his garden. He knew that his neighbor must have seen and heard everything. Joey quickly averted his eyes, and went inside to tend to his sexy wife.
* * *
And now Nick was on the way to visit their home once again, but this time with not only her husband's knowledge, but with his presence as well.
Allowing her husband to watch one of Delores' previous encounters with another man, proved too much for Joey, and he found himself ejaculating prematurely at their bedside while Dee was getting pummeled. The high of the cuckold angst crashed once Joey came, and he needed to leave Dee and her bull to finish their fun while he found other things to do to keep his mind occupied. When the bull finished with his wife, he left, but Joey was anxious about the whole situation for a long time. Today, Delores was ensuring that Joey couldn't fall victim to that same anxiety.
Once the frigid water had done its job, Joey slid his balls through the steel ring and locked the spiral, spring-like device onto it, pinning his shriveled cock to his ball sack. Joey stepped from the shower and put his clothes back on, his mind full of the things that Nick might do to use and satisfy his wife. He looked down at his imprisoned dick, wondering how things had gone this far. But the pressure of his responding cock against the steel rings indicated his desire to continue playing this game of humiliation and control.
A few minutes later, Joey heard a car pull into the drive, and he and their black lab, DJ, stared out the living room window at the sleek, black sports car. Nick, in uniform except for his hat, got out and came around to open the door for Delores.
Mr. Samuels stood behind his lawnmower, watching. The old guy shook his head as one more strange man entered the home of his married neighbor, this time while the husband's car was in the driveway.
The handsome and respectful cop walked Delores to the front door while she fished out her house keys.
Once inside, Delores' eyes met those of her husband for a flash, only to be spun around by Nick and pushed against the front door. Her hands splayed out against the door until Nick grabbed one and twisted it behind her back, while his other hand reached beneath her and tore every button from her blouse. Joey's eyes widened when he saw the plastic domes spill all over the entry floor. Nick's foot kicked Dee's feet wider and further back, putting most of her weight against the door. Delores' tits hung below her, still holstered in a black, lacy bra.
"I've got a radar trap to get to, so we aren't going to be spending all afternoon, Dee," Nick warned, unbuttoning the snap and zipper to her patent leather pants. He yanked at the snug fitting cloth, stretching the skin tight material over her Dee's wide ass, and halfway down her calves, leaving only the thin strap of Delores' T-back undies covering her backside. She then stepped out of the sexy pants.
