The first time she brought a date home. [FM][MMF]

“I don’t want you getting any ideas while I’m on my date,” Marie said as she threaded the steel cage over my cock. “I know how horny you get, and I don’t trust you when you’re horny. I want to make sure you’re going to be nice and obedient when I get home.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said, wondering what she had planned for her return. Marie had met a new guy on a work trip, and ever since coming back she had been texting him non-stop. I could tell that she was more excited than she usually was for her dates, but I hadn’t been allowed to see any of their messages to know why.

She tightened her grip around my balls, squeezing them against the metal ring that surrounded them. “That’s not what an obedient cuckold would say,” she said, that familiar fire in her eyes.

Hooh boy, I thought. This is going to an interesting night.

“Yes mistress,” I replied, sheepishly.

“Good boy!” she exclaimed as she clicked the lock shut, returning the key to its place around her neck. “I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I want you up and ready for me as soon as I come upstairs.”

“Yes mistress,” I said again, this time with eager conviction.

She smiled and gave me a quick peck on the lips before turning and walking down the stairs. Outside I could hear a car door close, the hum of an engine, and then quiet.

For three hours it was nothing but quiet. I tried playing video games to keep my mind occupied, but found my thoughts wandering back to her every couple of minutes. I imagined the kiss they had shared when she got in the car, deep and passionate. I imagined her leg under the table, slipping off her heel and running up his suit pants while she gazed at him over dinner. I imagined the waiter bringing wine to the happy couple, and telling her date that he was “a very lucky man.”

After my fourth loss, I turned off the computer and flipped on the tv, looking for some sport I didn’t care about in hopes that it would numb my racing mind. But as I watched Middle-Of-Nowhere-State trounce Who-Gives-A-Shit University, my eyes began flicking to the clock. I started to wonder what she was doing now, right at this moment. I tried to calculate it in my head. She left at 8:00, it’s 15 minutes to the restaurant, then an hour and a half for dinner, then another 20 to his place. So they’ve been there for 19 minutes now. They probably tore each other’s clothes off as soon as they got in the door, so by now he’s probably balls-deep in –

My phone vibrated on the couch next to me. I fumbled for it, messing up my password two times before finally opening her message.

“Take your car out of the garage. We’re coming home.”

I stared at the screen. This was a big step. Most of the guys (and girls) she slept with knew about me, but very few knew the specifics of our arrangement. Fewer still had ever met me, let alone come to our house after a date.

Fuck, I thought. I’m wearing a cock cage. Some guy I’ve never met is going to come into my house and fuck my girlfriend while I’m stuck in a cock cage.

I tried to push the thought out of my mind, ignoring my cock straining against the steel. Marie wanted me “nice and obedient” tonight, so that’s what I would be. I grabbed my keys and went to the garage, pulling my car out into the soft rain. It took me almost ten minutes to find a spot on the street, and another five to walk back to the house. I came back inside and shook the water from my hair, trying to ignore the extra weight in my jeans.

Shortly thereafter I heard the garage door close, then car doors slam. I heard voices, laughter, coming up from downstairs, muffled at first but suddenly clear as the door to the entryway opened.

“I told you, don’t worry,” I heard Marie say in her playful, singsong way. “He’ll do whatever I tell him to do. You’re my man tonight.”

I felt warmth rush to my cheeks as the cage tightened around my crotch, and I looked for something to do, anything to make me look like I hadn’t been standing by the stairs awaiting their return. I settled on wiping down the kitchen island, lifting my head only when I heard them reach the top step.

“Hi, you’re home,” I said, not sure who to address.

“Yes, yes we are,” said Marie, her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of mischief. She’s been drinking wine, I thought to myself. “This is my boyfriend,” she said to the man on her arm, gesturing at me.

For the first time, I saw the man Marie had been so excited about. Broad shouldered and clean shaven, he stood a good three inches taller than me. He was classically good looking, with a strong jaw and bright blue eyes, and wearing a well-tailored suit.

Just her type.

“Good to meet you, man,” he said, extending his hand. I reached out and shook it, feeling him grip my hand with the firm confidence that only a man who is about to fuck somebody’s girlfriend can possess. “I’m B-“

Marie put her finger to his lips. “Ah ah, he doesn’t get to know your name. He only gets to call you sir.” She looked at me and smirked.

My eyes fell to the floor. This is what I asked her to do, I reminded myself.

“We’ve got some things we need to take care of upstairs,” she said, her eyes pulling me apart like only she could do. “Would you mind fixing us some drinks and bringing them up? I’ll have a margarita, on the rocks. Darling?”

“Yeah, an old fashioned would be great, thank-“ Marie cut him off again.

“I told you, his job is to do whatever I say. You don’t need to thank him, he’s here to serve us. Just pretend he’s not here. For now,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at me as she spoke the last two words. I felt a flash of panic as I thought about everything else I had asked her to do.

She pushed him gently towards the stairs and they disappeared towards our room. I stood like a statue, waiting to hear sounds from above, but then remembered the steel locked between my legs and my promise to Marie, and I began to fix the drinks.

Once I had the drinks ready, I breathed in deeply and began walking towards our room. I climbed each stair slowly, partly to make sure I didn’t spill their drinks, partly to delay seeing what lay behind the door. I had never watched Marie play with another guy on her own. We’d had several threesomes and foursomes before, but this was the first time I was going to be in the same room as a man fucking my girlfriend. I exhaled, realizing that I had been holding a single breath since I left the kitchen, and pushed open the door.

Marie was standing tall and slender in the center of the room, her dress stripped off. She was wearing the red lace lingerie I had bought her that morning, matched perfectly with her lipstick and heels. Her blonde hair tumbled off her shoulders, glistening in the light of the candles next to the bed. Between her breasts, the silver glint of the key danced and swayed in the soft light.

On the bed, her lover sat wearing only a pair of tight black boxer briefs, his suit pants and jacket laying next to the door. He avoided eye contact as I entered, looking instead at Marie. I set the glasses on the table and stepped back into the doorway, unsure of where I was supposed to go next.

Does she want me to stay? Does she want me to watch? Does she want me to say something? Am I supposed to say something to him? My mind raced, and my eyes flicked across the room, searching for anything but her, and him.

Marie turned to me and smiled. “He wants to see what this key is for. Why don’t you be a good boy and show him?”

I felt my body tense. It was one thing to serve drinks to the man about to fuck your girlfriend. It was entirely different to show him your caged cock while he did it.

Marie saw my hesitation and took a step towards me. She ran her hand along the side of my face. “Awww sweetie, you said you were going to be obedient tonight. You said you were going to do anything I wanted. And I want you to strip down and show my lover how I have your cock all locked up, so he knows that he’s the man of the house tonight.”

She stood between her lover and me, blocking him from view, and pressed herself into me, her hand wrapping around the cage. I felt her lips against my ear, and heard her whisper, “you can use your safe word whenever you want to. I love you.” She quickly kissed me on the cheek, then pulled back, the fire returning to her eyes. “Show him. Strip”

I cautiously undid my belt and pulled down my jeans, letting them pool around my ankles. I looked away, hoping that he wasn’t staring at my humiliation, while also desperately hoping he was.

“No shit, you weren’t kidding,” I heard him mutter.

“He’s very well trained,” Marie said, turning to face her lover. I lifted my gaze to see her drop into his lap, her pale skin contrasting beautifully with his tanned chest and muscles. Her eyes met mine, and I saw her lips curl as she added, “but he can always get better.”

She turned back to him and planted a deep kiss on his mouth, their tongues dancing together. I stood still, my cage still exposed. After what felt like an eternity, Mari broke the kiss, and said without looking to me, “I said strip. That means everything.”

I took another deep breath, then pulled off my shirt and awkwardly stepped out of my jeans, struggling to free my feet from my boxers. I stood, naked but for the bars of the cage, in front of my girlfriend and her lover. I became acutely aware of the softness of my gut and the pale tone of my skin as I watched Marie run her hands along her lover’s muscular arms and chest. Her hands wandering down his abs, settling between his legs, and then began to trace the outline of his cock.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she said, looking down at the growing bulge beneath her fingers. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten fucked properly.” He glanced up at me, and laughed in the way you only do out of pity.

“But we have to get you ready. A big cock like this needs lots of attention. Do you want some attention?” Her hand began to move faster, and I could see by the length of her strokes that he was endowed well beyond myself.

I tried to melt into the wall behind me, hoping that they would forget I was there, that I could watch these beautiful people fuck without disturbing them with my cage and my shaking knees. I expected at any moment to hear Marie order me out of the room, or to look away. But when she finally spoke, I did not expect what I heard.

“On your knees.”

I stared. Was she talking to me? Certainly she wouldn’t talk to her lover like that, what with the way he wrapped his arms around her and held his hands to her throat. No, she wasn’t going to be the one ordering him around. But she wasn’t looking at me, her eyes were locked on his as she continued to stroke his cock.

“Are you deaf? I said on your knees.” This time she left no question that she was talking to me. She stood up, striding over to me like a lioness to a disobedient cub. She put her hand on my head and pushed down.

I obeyed. I sunk slowly to my knees, settling with my cock just above the floor, me eyes level with her waist. She put her finger under my chin and raised my gaze to meet hers.

“You said that you would do anything for me, right?” I swallowed, and nodded.

“And you want me to be happy?”

“Yes mistress,” I responded, unable to even consider another answer.

“Well you know what would make me really happy?” she said, bending down to bring her face close to mine. “It would make me really happy to see you suck my lover’s hard cock, and get him ready to fuck me.”

I looked up, her golden hair obscuring everything around me except her gorgeous face. You can use your safe word whenever you want to. She stared down at me with a lust that I had never seen, her eyes glistening with fire. I love you.

“Yes mistress.”

She paused, and I saw a glimpse of the bubbly, giddy girl that she had been this morning breach the walls of her domme performance, then disappear behind her smile as quickly as it had come. She turned to her lover on the bed, extending her hand. He took it and stood up, towering above my naked frame kneeling on the ground. I looked down, and saw his feet settle just inches in front of me.

“Don’t be shy,” Marie said sweetly. “Take his cock out and show him how much you appreciate him fucking me.”

I raised my eyes to meet the bulge in front of me. Even hidden behind the cloth of his boxers I could see that it was enormous, thicker and longer than mine by at least half.

I took a deep breath and was hit with the unmistakable musk of cock. There was no pretending that this was something it wasn’t. I looked up at Marie, now standing behind her lover, her head settled on his shoulder as her hands caressed his chest. She blew a kiss down towards me and winked.

I reached up, slowly, and grasped the waistband of his underwear. I paused for a beat, then pulled them down. His cock sprung out, settling just inches from my face. He was circumcised, his head thick and smooth. Man, penises really do look funny from this angle, I thought. I took one last look at Marie, and then opened my mouth.

I was pretty sure that I would be okay at giving blowjobs. After all, I know what I like, and I have years of practice telling people how to do it right. But as his cock filled my mouth I realized the difference between research and experience. His head slid into my throat and I gagged, pulling back abruptly.

“Good boy!” I heard her say through laughter. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it. I’m sure you’re going to make a great little cocksucker with some practice. Tell him that you’ll do a good job, because his cock deserves it.”

“I….I’ll do a good job…because your cock deserves it,” I said, my eyes on the floor.

“No, no, that’s not how a cocksucker talks,” she said sharply. “Maintain eye contact, and address him correctly.”

I looked up and saw his bright blue eyes staring down at me. I swallowed.

“I’ll do a good job, because your cock deserves it sir,” I said, never leaving his gaze.

Marie squealed and clapped, her feet bouncing up and down in a dance of happiness. “Good boy! Now show him that you mean it.”

I’m sure if I could have blushed more, I would have. I saw trails of spit stretching from my chin to the tip of his cock, and instinctively stuck out my tongue to lick them up. I heard him moan as my tongue swirled around his head, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to please him.

I dropped down and ran my tongue along his balls, finding myself savoring their musk as his cock laid heavy on my face. I took it in my hand and held it up as I ran my tongue along his shaft, which caused it to jump slightly. Good, I’m doing something right. I pressed my entire tongue against his cock and slid it all the way to the tip, before wrapping my lips around it and beginning to pump my hand along his shaft. I felt him press into me, and I tried to take him deeper into my mouth, opening my jaw as much as I could. As I did, I felt my own cock strain against the steel cage, and knew that if I checked, it would be slick with precum.

I took to his cock with all the enthusiasm I had in me. All I could think about was this cock, this big beautiful cock, filling Marie’s pussy, making her scream and writhe and cum. I thought about sucking his cock after he fucked her, when he would be slick with her juices and tasting of their sex.

As I sped up my pumping, I thought about his cum. I had gone down on Marie after she came home from dates before, and even liked the way she tasted after being fucked, but I had never sought out her lovers’ cum. Yet while his cock filled my mouth and pressed into my throat, I found my mind consumed with thoughts of his cum. I wanted it. I needed it. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to have it dribble out of my lips and onto my caged cock below. I wanted him to grab me by the hair and press me to the floor, making me lick up the drops I had missed. I wanted Marie to see me collapse, covered in cum and spit and shame. I needed it.

Then I felt a hand on my forehead push me back, and his cock sprung free. I left my mouth hanging open, my tongue out, as I looked up at them. Marie was beaming, but her face quickly hardened into the twisted and wonderful smirk that she wore when she wanted to torment me.

“I didn’t realize my boyfriend was such a greedy slut,” she said with a laugh. “I think he’s ready now, so it’s my turn.”

I looked down, suddenly overcome with the intoxicating humiliation I had come to crave. I closed my eyes and hoped that she would leave me there, that she would let me stay on my knees to watch her fuck the cock that I had prepared for her.

As if she could see inside my head to decide the most perfect torment, Marie led her lover back to the bed and said over her shoulder, “it’s time for you to go now.”

My stomach fell. I had just humiliated myself in front of her and her lover. I had stopped naked, locked myself in a chastity cage, and sucked cock for her. And now she was going to make me leave? It wasn’t fair. It was torture.

And that was the point. That’s what I had asked of her. I wanted this, I asked her for this. And damn if she wasn’t great at it. I stood up slowly, the lock bouncing against the cage. Her lover laid down on the bed, naked and powerful, while I turned and stepped towards the door.

“Wait,” Marie said. I stopped, hopeful, my hand on the knob. She turned to me, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly slid her panties down her legs. She held them up to me, the delicate piece of red fabric dangling from her fingertips. “Put these on,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk.

I looked to the floor and stepped forward, sheepishly, my eyes lingering on his clothes strewn across the floor. I took the panties from her, feeling the warmth she had left behind in the lace. Slowly I lifted my gaze to meet hers. She crossed her arms, blocking all but the top of her nipples, and cocked her head. “Now,” she said, her voice making it clear that this was not a request.

I pulled the panties up my thighs until they settled around my hips, the lace stretching awkwardly around the steel bars of the cage that surrounded my cock. My mind drifted back to earlier that afternoon, when Marie had first pulled them on in the bathroom as she got dressed for her date.

“Do you think he’ll like them, baby?” she had said as she turned and posed in the long mirror in our bedroom.

“He’s going to love them,” I had said. “You know how guys feel about you in red.” She had giggled, then swayed her ass back and forth, watching herself carefully before pulling on the tight cocktail dress and heels that he had requested.

A soft chuckle brought me back to reality. He was laying on the bed, his arm crossed behind his head, displaying his large bicep. His cock was laying heavy on his stomach, the candle light reflecting softly off his shaft still slick with my spit. He glanced at the metal bulge protruding from my crotch before quickly turning his head back to Mari, motioning for her to join him on our bed.

She looked at him and bit her lip, the bright red of her lipstick still bold in the dim light.

“Lock the door on your way out,” she said as she stepped forward, her eyes never leaving his.

I turned towards the door, feeling as though I was intruding on my own girlfriend in my own bedroom. I twisted the lock and pulled the handle behind me, the click of the door masking ever so slightly the creak of the bed as Marie climbed in to join her lover. I stood there for a moment, giving the handle a gentle twist to confirm that I had truly locked myself out. I breathed deeply, and felt the weight of the steel pull against my cock, my attempted erection straining against the bars of the cage. I let go of the handle and descended the stairs.

I sat on the couch, positioned just below our bedroom, and began to listen. At first it was quiet. For a while, I thought I might be too far away to hear anything, and considered moving back up to the door. Then I heard a thud, the unmistakable sound of the headboard meeting the wall. Then I heard a second thud, and then a third, and then a repeating barrage of crashes, slaps, and screams that together build the cacophonous music of fucking.

I listened, careful not to move a muscle, for what felt like an eternity. Well past the time when I would have cum and passed out, he was continuing to fuck her, and she was continuing to scream. She moaned and yelled, making sounds I had only heard when I pressed a powerful vibrator to her clit. As I listened closely, I could occasionally make out a word or two.

“…fuck me…”
“…so good…”
“…I need it….”
And most painful and arousing, “…no, he never does…”

I could hear the pace pick up, and heard her very clearly scream, “please sir I need your cum inside me!” There was a series of short bangs, and then it fell silent. I exhaled, realizing again that I didn’t know how long I had been holding my breath. I sat, motionless, for another minute, then two, then five, then ten. Then I heard the door open upstairs and footsteps begin to descend.

I looked up to see him, fully dressed. He made eye contact and smiled as he walked by me, and I turned my eyes down to the floor. As he reached the door to the garage, he said to me, “she’s ready for you. Tell her I’ll see her again her soon.”

The moment he had left, I sprinted upstairs. I found Marie standing in the doorway, her hair wild and her makeup running. She was completely naked, except for her heels and the key around her neck – those he had made her keep on. As I came up the stairs, she smiled, and pulled me in for a long kiss. She tasted of sweat, and cum, and sex, and I loved it.

She reached down and grabbed my caged cock, pulling me into the room.
I tried to move towards the bed, but she shook her head and pointed at the floor. I laid down, right where I had been when I was sucking his cock, facing up with my cock straining against the cage. She strutted over, and looked down as she circled around me.

“You did such a good job tonight, baby. You were so well behaved. Your blowjobs could use a little work, but don’t worry, you’re going to get plenty of practice. I’m going to turn you into the perfect little cuckold cocksucker. But tonight, I think you deserve a reward. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

“Yes mistress,” I replied eagerly.

“What reward do you think you deserve?” She asked me.

“Will…will you release my cock?” I asked, sheepishly.

She laughed. “Oh no, your little dick is going to have to stay locked up a lot longer than that. In fact, I think I’m going to leave it locked up until I need it again. And with his beautiful cock around, I don’t think I’ll be needing that thing for a long, long time.” She bent down, her heels planted on each side of my head, her pussy just above my face. “But I do think you deserve to taste his cum. I kept some, just for you.”

She then lowered herself down until her pussy was just inches above my mouth. I stuck out my tongue desperate for the gift she was giving me. She slowly, painfully slowly, lowered herself onto me until my tongue was pressed into her pussy. I could taste her, and her cum, but I could distinctly taste the same musk that had filled my mouth an hour before. I felt that same craving that had consumed me earlier, and I savored it.

I lapped at her pussy until I brought her to her final orgasm of the night, feeling her cum join his on my face. She collapsed, shaking, and curled herself into me until we were spooning naked on the floor. She was silent for a moment, then she turned her head and kissed me deeply.

“Are you okay?” She asked. I nodded and smiled.

She squealed and pulled me into a tight embrace. “I’m so proud of you honey, you did an amazing job. I was really worried it would be too much, but you were so good.”

“You were the amazing one,” I said, laughing. “It’s like you took a class on how to cuckold your boyfriend. You pushed every button I have, and some I didn’t even know were there.”

She kissed me again. “I did some research. And it helps to have a good performance partner,” she said with another smirk. “Speaking of, there’s one last button I have to push.”

I tilted my head in question.

“Give me your phone,” she said, cryptically.

I found my pants on the floor and fished my phone out of the pocket, then handed it to her. She typed for a few moments, then handed it back to me. It was a blank message screen, with a number in the address line I didn’t recognize.

“Text him,” she said, that same fire returning to her eyes.

I looked at her, then to the phone, then back to her.

“What am I supposed to say?” I asked her, my voice shaking slightly.

“You know what to say,” she said softly, squeezing my cage.

I took a final deep breath. I typed a message, looked at her, and hit send.

Thank you, sir.

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