The lounge thrummed with the sultry pulse of jazz, the clink of glasses, and the murmur of intimate conversations. Kevin sat at the bar, his tailored suit slightly creased from the long evening, his eyes locked on his wife, Moira. She was a vision of raw sensuality—a curvaceous redhead with cascading waves of fiery hair that spilled over her shoulders, framing the deep plunge of her emerald-green dress. The fabric clung to her voluptuous curves, accentuating her full, heavy breasts, the flare of her hips, and the tantalizing roundness of her ass as she moved through the crowd with effortless grace. Around her neck, a delicate silver chain glinted under the dim lights, and at its center hung a small, ornate key—a subtle charm to most, but a potent symbol to those who understood its meaning.
Kevin shifted uncomfortably, the cold metal of the chastity cage encasing his cock pressing against his skin, a constant reminder of Moira’s control. She’d locked him up before they left for the evening, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she clicked the cage shut and slipped the key onto her necklace. “Be a good boy tonight,” she’d purred, her breath hot against his ear, “and maybe I’ll let you out later.” The memory sent a shiver through him, a heady mix of frustration and arousal that had become his constant companion in their dynamic.
Moira was across the room, laughing with a group of strangers, her magnetic charm drawing eyes from every corner. Her gaze flicked toward Kevin, catching his stare, and she winked, her lips parting in a knowing smile. She reveled in this game—the tease, the power, the way she could make him ache with want while she basked in her freedom. Tonight, the air felt charged, electric, as if the universe was conspiring to push their dynamic to new, intoxicating heights.
A man approached Moira, tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a confident swagger that exuded authority. He wore a tailored blazer and a smirk that suggested he knew exactly what he wanted. Kevin watched, his heart quickening, as the man leaned in, whispering something that made Moira laugh—a throaty, sensual sound that sent a jolt of jealousy and desire through Kevin’s caged cock. The man’s eyes dropped to Moira’s necklace, lingering on the key, and his smirk widened. He knew. Kevin’s pulse raced. This wasn’t just a flirtation—this man recognized the key for what it was.
The stranger gestured toward Kevin, and Moira’s eyes followed, her smile growing mischievous. She beckoned Kevin over with a crook of her finger, and he obeyed, his legs moving almost of their own accord. As he approached, the man extended a hand. “Name’s Ethan,” he said, his voice smooth and commanding, with a hint of amusement. “And you must be the lucky husband.”
Kevin swallowed hard, shaking Ethan’s hand, his grip firm but betraying a slight tremor. “Kevin,” he managed, his voice tight. Moira’s hand rested on Ethan’s arm, her fingers brushing against his sleeve in a way that made Kevin’s stomach twist with a potent blend of humiliation and excitement.
“Ethan noticed my necklace,” Moira said, her voice dripping with playful malice. She twirled the key between her fingers, letting it catch the light. “He says he knows what it means. Don’t you, Ethan?”
Ethan’s eyes locked onto Kevin’s, a challenge gleaming in their depths. “I do,” he said, his tone low and deliberate. “And I have a proposition for you both.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sent a shiver down Kevin’s spine. “I’d like to take your wife upstairs to one of the private rooms. I’ll fuck her while you watch. You stay caged, of course—seems only fitting, given the key around her neck.”
Kevin’s breath caught, his cock straining painfully against the confines of the cage, the metal biting into his sensitive skin. The bluntness of Ethan’s words, the audacity of his offer, sent a rush of heat through him, igniting a fire of conflicting emotions—jealousy, humiliation, and an overwhelming arousal that made his head spin. He looked to Moira, searching her face for a sign of what she wanted. Her green eyes sparkled with unbridled arousal, her lips parted slightly, and she gave a subtle nod, her expression a mix of invitation and command. “What do you think, Kevin?” she purred, her voice like velvet. “Should we let Ethan play?”
Kevin’s mind reeled. This was the fantasy they’d whispered about in the dark, the one that made his heart pound and his cock throb despite the cage. But now it was real, standing before him in the form of this confident, dominant stranger. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “I want it. I want to watch him fuck you.”
Moira’s smile turned wicked, her eyes glinting with power. “Oh, darling,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “if you want it so badly, you need to ask Ethan yourself. Go on, tell him what you want him to do to me.”
Kevin’s face burned, his heart pounding as the weight of her command settled over him. The humiliation was exquisite, a sharp edge that cut through his arousal, making it all the more intense. He turned to Ethan, his voice trembling but resolute. “Please, Ethan,” he said, his eyes dropping briefly before meeting the other man’s gaze. “Please fuck my wife.”
Ethan’s smirk widened, a spark of approval in his eyes. “Good boy,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. Moira laughed softly, her hand squeezing Ethan’s arm as she leaned in to kiss his cheek, her approval of Kevin’s submission clear.
“Then let’s not waste any time,” Moira said, taking Ethan’s hand, her fingers intertwining with his. She led the way to the private rooms upstairs, her hips swaying with deliberate provocation, the key on her necklace glinting with every step. Kevin followed, his pulse hammering in his ears, the cage a constant reminder of his submission, his role in this unfolding scene. The room they entered was plush and intimate, with a large bed draped in black silk sheets and a single chair positioned in the corner, as if designed for this very purpose. Moira pointed to the chair, her voice firm. “Sit,” she commanded Kevin, her tone leaving no room for argument. He obeyed, his hands gripping the armrests as he settled in, his body tense with anticipation.
Ethan wasted no time, his presence dominating the room as he pulled Moira close, his hands roaming over her curves with a possessive hunger. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned softly, her body melting against his. Kevin watched, his breath shallow, as Ethan’s hands slid down to cup Moira’s ass, squeezing the soft, rounded flesh through the tight fabric of her dress. She arched into him, her head tilting back as he kissed along her neck, his lips brushing the key that symbolized Kevin’s captivity.
But Moira wasn’t content to be passive. With a wicked glint in her eye, she pulled back slightly, her hands trailing down Ethan’s chest to the buckle of his belt. “Not so fast,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. She sank to her knees before him, her movements graceful and deliberate, her dress riding up to reveal the creamy expanse of her thighs. Kevin’s cock throbbed painfully in its cage, the sight of his wife on her knees for another man sending a surge of heat through him.
Moira unbuckled Ethan’s belt with practiced ease, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants to free his cock. It sprang out, thick and already hardening, the sight of it making Moira’s eyes widen with hunger. She licked her lips, her gaze flicking briefly to Kevin, ensuring he was watching. “Look at this,” she said, her voice a sultry taunt. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Kevin could only nod, his throat tight, as Moira wrapped her fingers around Ethan’s shaft, stroking him slowly. Ethan groaned, his head tipping back as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the bead of precum that glistened there. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing him, before taking him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. Moira’s head bobbed slowly at first, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her hands working the base of his cock in time with her movements.
Ethan’s hands tangled in her fiery hair, guiding her gently but firmly as she took him deeper, her moans muffled around his length. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking filled the room, mingling with Ethan’s low groans of pleasure. Kevin gripped the chair tighter, his knuckles white, his cock straining against the cage as he watched his wife worship another man’s cock. Moira’s enthusiasm was undeniable—she loved this, loved the power, the control, the way she could bring Ethan to the edge while keeping Kevin locked and helpless.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust. He pulled her off his cock with a gentle tug, her lips glistening as she looked up at him, her eyes blazing with desire. “But I want more.”
Moira rose, her movements fluid and confident, and slipped her dress over her head, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties that barely contained her lush curves. Her breasts spilled over the cups, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. Ethan groaned in appreciation, his hands moving to unhook her bra, freeing her heavy breasts. He palmed them, his thumbs circling her nipples, and Moira gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed herself into his touch.
Kevin’s mouth went dry, his body trembling with a mix of torment and arousal. Ethan peeled off Moira’s panties, revealing the glistening folds of her pussy, already slick with her desire. Ethan glanced at Kevin, a smirk playing on his lips. “She’s soaked,” he said, his fingers sliding through Moira’s wetness, eliciting a soft moan from her. “All because you asked so nicely.”
Moira’s eyes met Kevin’s, her gaze smoldering with power and desire. “You did good, darling,” she said, her voice husky. “Now watch what you begged for.”
Ethan shed the rest of his clothes, his cock now fully hard and glistening from Moira’s attention. He pushed her onto the bed, her legs spreading instinctively as he knelt between them. Moira reached for him, stroking his length as she pulled him closer. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Fuck me.”
Ethan positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her slick folds before he thrust inside, filling her in one smooth, powerful motion. Moira cried out, her back arching as Ethan began to move, his hips driving into her with a steady, relentless rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding, the wet slap of skin on skin, filled the room, and Kevin’s world narrowed to the sight of his wife being claimed by another man, just as he’d asked.
Moira’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her moans growing louder as Ethan fucked her harder, his hands gripping her hips to pull her closer. She clutched the sheets, her body trembling as she neared her climax. “Oh, God, yes,” she gasped, her eyes locking onto Kevin’s. “He’s so good, Kevin. So fucking good.”
Kevin’s cock throbbed painfully in its cage, the pressure almost unbearable. He gripped the chair, his body tense, as Moira’s cries peaked, her body shuddering as her pussy clenched around Ethan’s cock. Her orgasm ripped through her, her back arching off the bed as she gasped and moaned, her face flushed with ecstasy.
But Ethan wasn’t done. With a low growl, he pulled out, his cock slick with Moira’s arousal, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Moira complied eagerly, her ass high in the air, her pussy glistening and inviting. She looked back at Ethan, her eyes burning with need. “Fuck me hard,” she begged, her voice raw with desire. “Please, Ethan, give it to me.”
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and thrust into her from behind, his cock filling her completely. Moira cried out, her body rocking forward with the force of his thrusts. The sight was primal, raw—Moira’s curves swaying with each powerful stroke, her breasts swinging beneath her, her moans filling the room as Ethan pounded into her. Kevin’s breath hitched, his cock straining against the cage, the sight of his wife being taken so thoroughly pushing him to the edge of his endurance.
“Harder!” Moira demanded, her voice a desperate plea. “Fuck me harder!” Ethan obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the room. Moira’s fingers gripped the sheets, her moans turning into a continuous stream of pleasure as Ethan drove her toward another climax. Her body trembled, her ass bouncing against his hips, and Kevin could see the moment she tipped over the edge again, her second orgasm crashing through her with a scream. Her pussy clenched around Ethan’s cock, her body shaking as waves of pleasure consumed her.
Ethan’s thrusts grew erratic, his groans deepening as he neared his own release. He slowed for a moment, his voice rough as he asked, “Where do you want me to cum?”
Moira, still panting from her orgasm, looked back at him, her eyes fierce and commanding. “Inside me,” she said, her voice unwavering. She glanced at Kevin, her gaze locking onto his. “Tell him, Kevin. Tell him where you want him to cum.”
Kevin’s heart pounded, the humiliation and arousal blending into a heady rush. His voice was hoarse, but he obeyed, his eyes never leaving Moira’s. “Cum inside her, Ethan. Fill her up.”
Ethan groaned, his hips snapping forward as he thrust deep into Moira, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her. Moira moaned softly, her body shuddering as she felt him release, his warmth flooding her. Ethan held her hips tightly, his groans echoing in the room as he emptied himself, marking her in a way that sent a fresh wave of arousal through Kevin’s caged body. As Ethan slowly pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids, a thick trickle of his cum followed, dripping from Moira’s stretched, swollen pussy. The creamy white fluid oozed from her parted lips, sliding down her inner thighs in slow, viscous trails, pooling slightly on the black silk sheets beneath her. The sight was visceral, undeniable proof of Ethan’s claim, and it sent a jolt of humiliation and arousal through Kevin, his cock throbbing painfully in its cage.
Moira collapsed onto the bed, sated and glowing, her body flushed with pleasure. She rolled onto her back, her legs slightly parted, her pussy still glistening with the remnants of Ethan’s cum, some of it continuing to leak out, coating her thighs and the sheets in a lewd display of their encounter. She looked at Kevin, her smile soft but triumphant, and beckoned him with a lazy wave of her hand. “Come here, darling,” she said, her voice warm but laced with a new challenge.
Kevin rose, his legs unsteady, and knelt beside the bed. Moira propped herself up on her elbows, her green eyes gleaming with mischief as she toyed with the key around her neck. “You’ve been such a good boy,” she murmured, her tone both teasing and commanding. “You asked Ethan so nicely, and you watched like I wanted. Now, I have an offer for you.” She spread her legs wider, revealing the creamy mess between her thighs, Ethan’s cum still dripping slowly from her pussy, mingling with her own arousal. “If you want me to unlock that cage, you’re going to clean me up first. Lick me clean, Kevin, and I’ll set you free.”
Kevin’s breath caught, his cock throbbing painfully in its cage at the thought. The humiliation was intoxicating, a new level of submission that pushed every button in his psyche. He hesitated for only a moment, his eyes locked on Moira’s, seeing the power and desire in her gaze. Then he nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Moira.”
She smiled, a mix of approval and sadistic delight, and leaned back, spreading her thighs further. Kevin moved between her legs, his hands trembling as he rested them on her soft thighs. The scent of her arousal, mixed with Ethan’s release, was heady, overwhelming. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively brushing against her slick folds, tasting the salty, musky mix of their combined pleasure. The texture of Ethan’s cum was thick and warm, coating his tongue as he lapped at her pussy, cleaning her thoroughly. Moira moaned softly, her fingers threading through his hair as she guided him closer.
“That’s it,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Clean me up, darling. Every drop.”
Kevin’s tongue worked diligently, lapping at her pussy, the taste and texture sending waves of arousal and humiliation through him. He licked and sucked, cleaning the last traces of Ethan’s cum from her swollen lips, his cock straining against the cage as Moira’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking slightly against his mouth. The act was intimate, degrading, and exhilarating all at once, a testament to her control and his submission.
When she was satisfied, Moira gently pushed him back, her breathing heavy. She reached for the key around her neck, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she unlocked the cage. The relief was immediate, his cock springing free, painfully hard and throbbing with need. “You did so well,” she murmured, her voice warm with approval. “You loved every second of this, didn’t you?”
Kevin nodded, his voice hoarse. “Yes.”
Moira pulled him onto the bed, her hands guiding him to where Ethan had been. Her pussy was still warm, slick, and inviting, the remnants of her arousal and Ethan’s release making it impossibly wet. She smiled as she wrapped her legs around him, her eyes locked onto his, a mix of dominance and affection in her gaze. “Show me,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Show me how much you loved it. Fuck me, Kevin.”
Kevin’s breath hitched as he positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock brushing against her slick entrance. The sensation was different, looser than he was used to, her pussy stretched and softened from Ethan’s thick cock and relentless thrusts. He pushed inside, expecting the tight grip he usually felt, but instead found her walls yielding, slick with the mix of her arousal and the faint remnants of Ethan’s cum. The lack of resistance was both jarring and intoxicating, a stark reminder of what Ethan had done to her, how thoroughly he’d claimed her, leaving her pussy stretched and dripping with his seed. Kevin could barely feel the familiar snugness, the sensation muted by her stretched state, yet the knowledge of why—Ethan’s size, his cum that had just been dripping from her—sent a surge of raw, primal arousal through him.
He began to move, his thrusts tentative at first, the slickness and looseness making it difficult to find the friction he craved. But the pent-up frustration from hours in the chastity cage, the torment of watching Ethan fuck Moira, the sight of his cum dripping from her pussy, and the humiliating thrill of licking her clean had wound him so tight that every sensation was amplified. The wet heat of her pussy, the faint slipperiness of Ethan’s cum, and the sight of Moira’s satisfied, commanding gaze pushed him to the edge almost immediately. Her breasts bounced softly with each thrust, her moans low and encouraging, but Kevin’s body was already betraying him, his cock throbbing with a desperate need for release.
“Fuck, Moira,” he groaned, his voice raw with need. He tried to thrust harder, chasing the sensation, but her pussy remained loose and yielding, a constant reminder of Ethan’s dominance. The humiliation of it, combined with the overwhelming arousal of everything he’d witnessed—Moira’s moans, her orgasms, Ethan’s cum dripping from her, and the act of cleaning her—drove him wild. Within moments, his control shattered. His hips jerked forward, and he came hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside her, his release mixing with Ethan’s in a way that felt both submissive and reclaiming. The orgasm was intense, almost painful, fueled by days of pent-up frustration and the raw excitement of the night. He gasped, his body trembling as he collapsed against her, overwhelmed by the speed and intensity of his climax.
Moira moaned softly, her hands stroking his back as she felt him cum, her pussy clenching lightly around him, though the sensation was faint compared to her earlier tightness. “That’s it, darling,” she whispered, her voice a mix of amusement and affection. “You couldn’t hold back, could you? My good boy.”
Ethan, now dressed, leaned against the doorframe, watching with a satisfied smirk. “I’ll be around if you need me,” he said, winking at Moira before slipping out the door.
Kevin lay against Moira, his breath ragged, his body spent. The looseness of her pussy, the memory of Ethan’s cum dripping from her, lingered in his mind, a humiliating yet exhilarating reminder of Ethan’s dominance and Moira’s pleasure. She stroked his hair, her touch gentle but possessive, her smile one of triumph and affection. “You were perfect,” she whispered, her lips brushing his forehead. “My good boy.”
