NO ORDINARY GAME, CH 07
Sy in prison.
A story of cuckoldry. It's all made-up fiction. All characters are over eighteen years.
***
The ride in Amanda's SUV to the downtown Savoy Hotel was not what Sy had prepared for. He had imagined his wife, Amanda, and her boss, Glenn, sitting close together in the backseat while he drove. He would have had to endure the sounds of their kissing and occasional glimpses of them in the rearview mirror. As with everything else about sharing his wife, he had anticipated it with awful stirrings of excitement, dread, and even anger. But that's not what happened.
Instead, Amanda sat quietly and alone in the front seat, hands in her lap, while Glenn and Tiffany sat in the back seat. The mood in the car was solemn and quiet. They appeared to be two, conservative, well-dressed married couples out for a night on the town. That was only partly true.
The sudden insertion of Amanda's office rival, Brenda, into Amanda's and Glenn's overnight lover's tryst had disrupted their plans. If it wasn't for Brenda's unexpected and unwelcome presence at the hotel ballroom, Mandy and Glenn would have gone on their date alone while Sy and Tiffany stayed at their respective homes.
Tiffany broke the uneasy silence. She was blase about Brenda's sudden appearance.
"Don't be so nervous about Brenda, you two," Tiffany said from the backseat. "It's just a little cat-and-mouse game and it'll be fun. Sy, I'll re-introduce you to Brenda and I want you to dance with her. She's going to pry. Let her pick your brain but play it cool. Tease her but don't give her any real information. Mandy, don't you be cool toward Brenda. Be happy to see her but don't tell her anything. Let's have some fun with this, guys!"
***
The hotel dining room was full but they were seated at their reserved table without delay. Husbands and wives were seated across from each other at a white-linen covered table. Tiffany was seated to Sy's right and Glenn to his left. Mandy sat across from Sy but it was obvious that Mandy's attention was directed toward Glenn and not toward him. She leaned into her lover and giggled. The two conversed intimately against the murmuring background noises of the other diners. Sy could only stare at his wife and her lover, but Mandy seemed to have forgotten her husband was there.
"Brenda and her new boyfriend are at a table behind Amanda, nearly across the room," said Glenn. Tiffany and Amanda immediately turned to look. Sy groaned inside.
How about a little subtlety, girls?
he thought.
Sy watched from across the table while Glenn and Mandy made eyes at each other and held hands under the table. They put their heads together to whisper and giggle. This public spectacle incited in Sy a cauldron of jealousy and anxiety. His face burned and his heart raced as he struggled to maintain his composure.
This has the potential to get out of control!
he thought.
His anxiety went up another notch when he realized Brenda would certainly discover his wife's infidelity with their boss. How could she not, the way those two were acting? The thought made his penis swell against the steel bars but at least the infernal cage could not be detected under his slacks.
During dinner, Sy felt pressure on his foot and realized Tiffany was pressing her foot into his. He turned toward her and she looked back at him with a polite but enigmatic smile. He felt her stockinged foot play under his trouser cuff. That was unexpected!
"Sy, are you ignoring me?" Tiffany said. "You know I don't like being ignored. Leave the love birds alone. This is their night, not yours."
Tiffany saw the anxiety on Sy's face and her smile broadened. She reached for his hand under the tablecloth to pull him closer.
"It'll just be you and me tonight, Sy. I've got something at home to show you I think you're going to like."
"Am I staying at your house?" he whispered, jumping to conclusions. He instantly regretted saying it.
"Well, no. Not unless you want to. What are you suggesting, Sy?" Tiffany asked, and she raised an eyebrow. She leaned in closer and whispered, "Isn't your cock locked up? It can't do you any good."
Her words rattled Sy. The constant pressure of his penis against the cage had turned his brain to mush. The cage had simultaneously whipped him into a froth and rendered him meek as a kitten.
"I'm sorry, Tiffany. I'm not suggesting anything."
Sy blushed and looked away. His penis
was
locked tight, very tight. The physical frustration of being unable to grow and get hard had never gone away, nor abated. When he moved, the weight and bulk of the chastity cage was a constant reminder of his predicament. His mind felt like a car stuck in neutral with the engine racing.
The diabolical device kept him in a near-constant state of arousal. A devilish brew of sensations had seized his brain since this morning when Mandy had locked the cage. All day long, his incipient erections had been frustrated by the unyielding steel bars. Now, watching his wife and her boss flirt with each other, he could barely think at all. He felt uncomfortably close to the edge of craziness.
"Shall we order dessert?" Glenn said, and it brought Sy back into the moment. He had somehow managed to finish the main course while his mind had been everywhere but on eating. All through dinner, Sy had watched Glenn and his wife retreat into their private world. For the first time, he had witnessed for himself their sexual chemistry.
Would Brenda see it, too? Of course, she would! Then what?
With dessert ordered, Tiffany excused herself to the restroom and signaled for Amanda to follow. They reached the sanctity of the women's room and found it empty. They were free to talk.
"Are you excited?" Tiffany asked. "You've got all night with Glenn." Amanda's face glowed and her pupils were dilated. Tiffany smiled.
Mandy was so easy to read!
"Yes! Thank you for giving me another night with your husband. I'm
really
looking forward to it," Amanda gushed.
"You're going to need this," Tiffany said, handing Amanda a small brown envelope. "It's the key to Glenn's chastity cage. Put it in your purse and don't lose it."
"Is Glenn locked up, too?" Amanda asked, surprised.
Amanda took the key and Tiffany proffered her a special smile. "I've kept him locked all week so he'd be extra-horny for you. You can thank me later when you tell me all about it."
***
With the ladies gone, Glenn turned to Sy and said, "Fun, eh? Are you as turned on as I am? I can hardly wait to get your wife upstairs! But the ladies are going to want to dance first. Tiff has had me locked all week and I'm about ready to burst. I hope Mandy's ready for me. You know what she wants to do first, don't you?"
Sy was stunned. He felt a hot, burning sensation in his face that swept outward into his arms and legs but especially to his swollen, locked-up penis. He felt a bubble expand in his chest, and a wild ringing in his brain made it impossible to think. He wasn't breathing hard but he couldn't catch his breath. He could barely move his mouth to speak; in fact, he could barely move at all.
Sy knew what Glenn was referring to. Amanda had promised Glenn a long session of fellatio. Because of Sy's meddling last week during their first date, Mandy had not had time to perform the act for Glenn. This week, she had all night. She was going to swallow Glenn's semen, too, something Tiffany had told her that Glenn loved.
It took years before she did that for me,
Sy thought.
***
The music started and couples began moving onto the dance floor. When Amanda rose to stand, Sy finally had the presence of mind to appreciate how beautifully his wife was dressed. She was gorgeous. Her long raven hair was done up, leaving her graceful neck exposed. Dangling jade earrings framed her face and she had applied only light makeup. She looked fresh and natural with the poise of a confident young woman.
For the first time, Sy got a good look at her dress. It was a shiny, dark-green, sleeveless shimmy dress, ideal for dancing. There were layers of fringe around the bust, waist, and hem in the style of a flapper-girl from the 1920s. It was short enough to show off her legs but long enough to be modest. Sy noticed other men watching Mandy as he escorted her onto the dance floor.
Sy and Amanda began dancing and Sy said, "You look terrific, Mandy. I'm insanely jealous but I'm keeping it under control. I want you to have a good time with Glenn."
What he said was true. He wanted Mandy to know how he felt so
she
wouldn't have second thoughts. He had taken took a silent vow to not ruin her night like he had done last week, no matter how difficult it might be for him.
"Mandy, is this dress new? Are the earrings? Did you buy them especially for tonight?" he asked.
"Yes, but Glenn got them for me. He said he wanted to see me dancing and moving around in this dress. He said it would make my legs look great. And the new earrings match, too. What do you think?" Amanda said, smiling.
It was an innocent answer but Amanda had to know it would strike Sy in his heart. Another man had dressed Mandy for his pleasure and with a mind toward watching her disrobe.
Paradoxically, the thought excited Sy.
"This dress looks fabulous on you. Did you notice those guys looking at you?" he said, indicating a group of men watching her from the bar. They had all turned around to look.
"Yes!" she said. "It makes me feel good. I feel sexy."
"Every one of those guys wants you, you know."
"I know," she giggled. "It makes me
so
hot."
He looked over his wife's shoulder and saw Glenn and Tiffany dancing nearby. Glenn's eyes were following Amanda. Glenn spoke to Tiffany and she turned her head to catch Sy's eyes. Tiffany wore her mysterious smile and Sy turned away.
