Without any sound to listen to, it was so strange to watch the view of my own living room via the network of hidden cameras that Liam had installed. Every sight of them was fed to my mind through the filter of lust, as the slow rhythmic fucking of my ass was steadily increasing my arousal.
Liam sat in a chair near me, sipping his beer and watching along with me. I would occasionally glance over at him or look downward to see the humiliating sight of my caged cock leaking once again, but mostly my eyes were glued to the screen.
It was clear they’d have a great time together. They were laughing and chatting, and they both kept reaching out to touch each other. A shoulder touch here, and then an arm touch there.
Then it happened. My eyes were wide as I watched in what seemed like slow motion as Cheryl reached out and pulled Lydia to her. Their lips touched in a slow kiss that lingered. There was a pause, a smile, and then the kiss continued and deepened. Their arms were soon wrapping around each other, and their hands explored each other’s bodies.
I felt the pistoning dildo just keep fucking me as I watched my wife reach out and begin to open the buttons of Lydia’s silk blouse. She responded with a wide smile, leaning back so that Cheryl could continue with a clear view of the beauty she was exposing. Once every button was open, Cheryl brought her hands up and pushed the blouse back over her shoulders.
Lydia responded by rising up to her feet and standing before Cheryl, letting her blouse fall back down her arms to the floor. She truly was beautiful. Her breasts were perfectly displayed in a stunning lace push-up bra.
She guided Cheryl’s to her waist, and to the zipper at the side of her skirt. Cheryl smiled up at her, and lowered the zipper and held the skit as it loosened. She guided it down over Lydia’s hips, and then watched her step out of it as it fell around her feet. This exposed her high-waisted pantyhose and the matching lace thong panty visible beneath them. Her pantyhose were a soft shade of taupe and seemed to almost shine.
My arms and legs strained against the cuffs as though I was desperate to have anywhere to put my body’s energy. It seemed unbearable to have to watch this, and even more so to have to do it like this, trapped and teased, with my tormentor watching my cuckolding right along with me.
Cheryl seemed fascinated by Lydia’s body. She sat on the edge of her seat with hands roaming all over her and her fingertips taking in the feel of her nylon-clad belly, hips and legs. Her fingertips traced the seams of the nylons, down and up and down again. The moment seemed so intense that I could almost imagine how the fabric felt under her hands. Every now and then one hand would explore upwards, caressing or cupping a breast over the fabric of her bra.
Lydia reached down and ran her fingers through Cheryl’s hair, and then pulled her face even closer. She pressed Cheryl’s lips against her crotch. Just the thinnest layers of fabric separated my wife’s mouth from my Master’s wife’s pussy. They both seemed completely entranced by the sensuality of the moment. Cheryl started kissing her through the nylons, dragging her tongue across them.
I was moaning softly along with the incessant fucking of the dildo up into my ass. My cock ached in the tight confines of the chastity cage and I was leaking as well.
Liam noticed my arousal.
“Such a slut you are, Crissy. Your wife is cheating on you with a woman, in your own house, just up the stairs and all your desperate little clitty cares about is that your ass is getting fucked. It turns you on, doesn’t it? To see the woman you love finally getting some sexual pleasure?”
I couldn't even form the words to answer him, perhaps because there was no denying it.
“I’ll tell you what, sissy. If Cheryl takes her upstairs to fuck her, I’ll let you out of that cage. Would you like that? Would getting hard be worth watching your wife have sex with another woman?”
This time, his gaze demanded an answer.
“Yes, Master. Yes, Crissy would like to be out of her cage, even if it meant Cheryl having sex with Lydia, Master,” I panted as I answered, ashamed that it was true.
Cheryl had drawn Lydia back down onto her lap now, and their hips gyrated against each other as they kissed passionately. Lydia’s hands were starting to explore more of Cheryl’s body, reaching down to caress her ass. It was so intimate, this long kiss shared with such obvious passion.
There was a pause, and I could see that they were talking to each other. Lydia slipped from Cheryl’s lap and stood before her once more, but this time she reached out with her hand and lifted Cheryl to her feet.
I was about to win, or lose, Liam’s bet. With their hands intertwined, Cheryl took the lead and led Lydia upstairs. The camera view followed them as the TV’s view switched from one feed to the next as they moved up the stairs, down the hall, and into our bedroom.
Lydia, looking so stunning in just her pantyhose and lingerie, perched on the edge of our bed. There was lust in her eyes as she watched Cheryl move before her. She seemed to be out to prove this was her choice and she was putting on a show. She was still wearing a short jacket, which she playfully opened and rolled off one shoulder at a time. She slid it down her arms and off, tossing it aside playfully.