...continuation of Part 2 - DISCOVERY…

CUCKOLDED

We drove up on Saturday and arranged to meet later in the restaurant, but not before secretly placing video cameras in both rooms. Sue wore a low-cut dress that showed off her cleavage, boosted by her push-up bra, along with new stockings and matching lingerie. I, of course, had my largest steel cock cage on beneath some cute panties. Sue didn’t want Niles to know that my cock was at least as long as his—she’d told him it was only half his size, which, to be fair, was true… in girth. Another little development: Sue had removed my aftershave from my bag and replaced it with a small bottle of perfume.

At dinner, they sat next to each other again. I noticed the young waitress and, especially, the manageress watching us. They looked surprised when we all ordered G&Ts after the meal and took them up to the rooms. As expected, we all ended up in ours.

Sue had already instructed me beforehand to strip. I stood there, naked except for the steel cage and panties, which drew a wry smile from Niles. My task was to take photos and videos on her phone—he got to censor them afterward, not wanting his face in any of them. But what he didn’t know was that we also had hidden cameras recording the entire encounter.

Once Sue had him naked, she took her phone and knelt between us, taking selfies of her pursing her lips toward his cock and laughing at mine, caged and tucked inside my Brazilian panties. She sucked his cock and even pulled my panties down to ridicule how useless mine looked in the steel cage. Even in my largest chastity device, my three-inch caged cock looked utterly puny compared to his beer-can-thick shaft.

Sue leaned over to suck him even harder, then motioned me forward to lick her pussy and get her wet—which felt like a tease since she was already dripping. They moved to one of the single beds, and she had me video as he pulled aside her panties and entered her pussy for the first time. She got very vocal, saying things like, “He’s so big,” “Stretching me,” “Might not feel you again,” and “So much bigger.” She knew exactly how much that teasing and humiliation turned me on—and it clearly boosted his confidence and cock size even more.

Despite the cage, I started leaking precum into my panties as I watched. Sue noticed the growing wet patch and smiled at me before turning all her focus back to him. He flipped her into several positions, fucking her with an energy I could never match. The way he pistoned in and out of her had her moaning and crying out in joy. Then it happened—Sue came on his cock. Something she’d never truly done with me. I had always fantasized about seeing her in orgasmic bliss like that, and despite the cage and not touching myself, I came. I soaked my panties watching her toe-curling orgasm, the obscene sounds of his fat cock and heavy balls squelching and slapping against her only intensifying the moment.

A little later, with Sue lying limp beneath him, he said he was about to cum and looked like he might pull out. But both Sue and I, almost in unison, told him to cum inside her. I got in close to capture it on video—his cock twitching, his balls emptying inside my wife. They kissed tenderly, and for the first time in this whole affair, I felt a pang of jealousy. His cock slowly shrank and slipped from her, leaving her pussy gaping and leaking cum onto her knickers.

He got off the bed, gathered his things, and went through to his room for a shower. I crept between Sue’s legs to lick her clean. Then she had me lie on the bed and climbed on top in a 69. She unlocked my cage, telling me she wanted to see me cum to know I was okay with her spending the night with him. I started to say I had already cum but thought better of it—she’d see the footage later and clearly hadn’t registered my climax at the time. Besides, being free of the cage and having her cum-filled, stretched-out pussy hovering above me had me hard again in seconds. I came over myself in record time as she ground her gaping hole over my face.

Then she gave me a choice: either go shut and lock the adjoining door so we could sleep together and call the whole thing off, or she would shower, change into sexy nightwear, and spend the night in his bed.

I said, shakily, that it was up to her. I wanted the night to be about her pleasure.

“Yeah, sure,” she said, eyeing my cum-covered torso.

She showered and dressed in a sexy babydoll with matching panties and thigh-highs—apparently, he liked nylon-clad legs wrapped around his neck. She handed me her cummy panties “to enjoy” and said she’d be sure to make some noise tonight before heading into his room and shutting the door.

I lay there, listening to them all night, jerking off. I had some of the most intense orgasms of my life as Sue made good on her promise to be vocal. “Your cock is so good,” “You fuck me so much better than my husband,” and “I want to feel your hot cum shoot inside my married pussy”—each word fueled my arousal.

I hoped she might come in for another cleanup, but they were soon at it again. Eventually, it quieted down, and I lay in the bed they’d used, soaking in the wetness they’d left behind. I awoke early to the sound of them fucking again and came just as they did. This time, after he went to shower, she came into my room and locked the door behind her.

She straddled my face, dripping cum into my mouth, letting it smear across my cheeks, but only gave me the faintest taste of her swollen, used pussy. She told me how good he was and how many times she’d orgasmed on his fat cock. Then she lay back so I could reclaim her—but I was spent. I could only manage a semi, yet I still slipped into her gaping pussy with ease.

She leaned forward, telling me not all his cum went inside—some of it had landed on her breasts. It had dried, but I still licked them clean while frantically pumping her loose pussy. Despite the wet heat, there was no friction for me, only the sound of my balls slapping against her as their love juices leaked over me. I couldn’t cum. I had to pull out and wank myself off using the slick mixture of fluids as lube until I managed a pitiful dribble over her thigh. I knew she was disappointed.

She moved into a 69, and we licked each other clean. She, of course, tasted more of him than me.

Afterward, she went into the bathroom to shower, and I followed. As I stepped out of the cubicle, she called to me, saying she and Niles were “both ravenous for some reason” and heading down for breakfast.

I finished getting dressed and joined them. At breakfast, Sue and I exchanged a knowing smile. We didn’t need to speak. We both knew we wanted this to continue.

We reiterated the rules—no cumming for Niles and no penetration for me between hookups, except when reclaiming her immediately after. Niles wasn’t completely comfortable with me being in the same room, but agreed to give it one more go. He returned Sue’s phone, saying he was fine with the photos and videos—even though he was still clueless about the hidden cameras. Sue and I would watch those many times in the weeks to come.

He wasn’t sure about his wife’s schedule—there was a big event coming up, and he needed to check whether she or a colleague was covering it. So, we didn’t book the hotel yet. As we checked out, the manageress commented, “Oh, you all looked so happy at breakfast. I was hoping you’d become regulars.”

Sue smiled and told her we’d enjoyed ourselves and would be in touch soon.

As we headed to our cars, there was an awkward moment. Sue embraced and kissed Niles, thanking him. He thanked her, then turned to me and thanked me for giving him my wife for the night. Sue looked at me, and I thanked him for giving her the pleasure she deserved. We shook hands.

ENJOYING OUR NEW SELVES

Niles PM’d Sue on Monday to let her know that in two weeks, his wife would be away for two nights. As soon as she told me, I picked up the phone and called the hotel. The manageress answered, and when I gave my name, she let out a little giggle and welcomed me back, clearly remembering us. Then she asked if the adjoining double room booking would again be in the name of our “friend, Niles.” Her knowing tone made my stomach flutter.

The next couple of weeks were spent reliving everything Sue and I had experienced, and this time we had our own videos to stimulate us—not just my online archive. Still, I was cautious with that archive. I’d discreetly hidden away the more overtly bisexual and sissy content, leaving in full view a curated selection: hotwife and cuckold clips, with plenty of small-penis humiliation, submissive husband, and panty-wearing themes. It wasn’t just porn—it was identity. Ours.

For the first time, I openly demonstrated my masturbatory skills for Sue. I edged myself for hours under her watchful eyes, sometimes ending with no release at all, sometimes with a ruined orgasm, and sometimes with a full, balls-draining stream of cum—all depending on her commands. If I came, she’d either scoop up my cum on her fingers and feed it to me, or simply lie back and watch as I wiped it off my body and fed myself. Sometimes, I’d clamp my hand tightly around my cock as I came, catching every drop. Then I’d raise my fist and lick the cum out of it like I was eating a creampie. She always watched closely. I loved that.

One night, I managed to spoon with her in bed. I was hard, of course, and she let my lubed-up cock slip under her nightie, guiding it between her thighs—but never quite near her pantied pussy. She told me to “fuck her,” and I reached around to grab her breasts as I began humping her slick thighs. She groaned in a way that made me believe, for a fleeting moment, that I was actually inside her. That illusion shattered when, after a few minutes, I heard her mumble, “Yes Niles, please fuck me hard.”

Still, I was loving the sensation—her soft thighs, the slippery lube, the heat. And I must have been close, because she pushed my cock down with her hand, guiding me firmly. When I came, I sprayed my load across her thighs. Of course, she pushed my head down immediately and told me to lick her clean. She held my head in place with one hand as I obeyed, smearing my own cum all over my face while she moaned above me. Her other hand had slipped inside the front of her knickers; she was frantically rubbing her clit and fingering herself as she gave her final instruction: “Lick it all up.”

SLOPPY RECLAIM

We arrived on Friday evening, and almost immediately, Sue had me put on the smallest steel cage we owned—the one fitted with an urethral tube. I’d only worn it for short periods before, and it wasn’t long before I felt every unforgiving movement. The tube made its presence known constantly. She told me I wasn’t getting unlocked until the morning. “I want you to have something left to reclaim me properly this time,” she said, “with sloppy thirds… fourths…”

We headed down to the bar and found a quiet corner table. We sat side by side, and Sue wasted no time teasing me. She took my hand and placed it high on her thigh, then casually rested her own hand right on my caged crotch. I twitched instantly. The pressure inside the cage was maddening.

The manageress—who introduced herself as Yvonne—brought over our drinks. She was friendly, confident, and sat down to chat as if we were regulars. She started with small talk—where we were from, how long we were staying—but slowly her questions became more curious. When she mentioned Niles, I tensed up, but to my surprise, Sue didn’t hesitate. She answered every veiled question without embarrassment and even offered up details on her own.

Yvonne’s eyes sparkled as she listened. The two of them talked openly about our evolving arrangement with Niles. It was surreal, watching Sue explain our cuckold dynamic to another woman like it was the most normal thing in the world—like they were two wives gossiping about someone else’s silly little husband. Occasionally, Yvonne would glance over at me and flash a sly smile, as if she were imagining me in my place in this dynamic.

As they talked, I started to really look at Yvonne—really see her. She was tall, with long fair hair and flowing dresses that hinted at something sensual beneath. At one point, I caught a glimpse of a lacy bra peeking out from under her neckline, and I felt my cock lurch helplessly against the steel of the cage. Sue still had her hand resting lightly on my bulge, adding to the heat and frustration.

Then Niles walked into the bar. Just like last time, he sat beside Sue while I moved to the other side. We all transitioned to the restaurant for dinner, the tension in me growing steadily with every passing minute. After the meal, Yvonne returned, smiling brightly as she asked if we’d like dessert. Sue leaned in and purred, “My husband’s really gotten into afters lately—but you don’t have what he’s craving on the menu.”

Yvonne laughed and replied, “Well, my husband’s the chef. I might be able to get him to whip up something special if you tell me what he likes.” All eyes turned to me. Sue smirked and said, “Go on, tell her what you like for afters.”

I squirmed under the weight of their attention—and Niles’s uncomfortable silence—and mumbled, “Creampie.”

Yvonne blinked and grinned. “Ooh. I’m not sure I can get the chef to knock one of those up on short notice,” she said with a wink, “but maybe we can work something out another evening.” We all laughed awkwardly, and ordered one last round of drinks to take upstairs.

Back in our rooms, it happened again. I watched Niles fuck my wife. He took her with the same casual power as before, while I sat, caged and aching, in the corner. Afterward, he retired to the adjoining room, leaving Sue slick and open on the bed. She beckoned me over with a simple curl of her finger. I crawled between her legs and began to lick her clean.

But this time, something was different. Neither of us had come. It wasn’t discussed, but the absence of climax was felt in the air—an unspoken tension.

That night, I lay in my single bed, straining against my cage, jerking as best I could with my fingers. Through the wall, I could hear them. Sue was moaning his name. She cried out about how big he felt inside her. Her orgasm was unmistakable—and so was mine. A slow, leaking release seeped through the catheter, not in pulses but in a steady flow. I had my ear pressed to the door, her cum-soaked panties held tightly to my face, the scent pushing me over the edge.

In the morning, I woke to the familiar rhythm of their bodies. They were fucking again. A few minutes later, Sue came into my room, her skin flushed and glowing. Without a word, she unlocked my cage and removed the urethral tube. I winced, the sudden sting reminding me how long it had been. But even through the pain, my cock sprang up instantly—full, eager, desperate.

She climbed onto me, guiding me inside her sloppy, cum-filled pussy.

“That’s better, baby,” she whispered, hips grinding down on me. “Now we both get to enjoy your sloppy fourths.”

And this time, finally—finally—I got to add my cum to his. I got to reclaim my wife.

AL FRESCO

We all went down for breakfast and spent a lazy morning together, not in any rush. It felt casual, almost normal—except, of course, it wasn’t. In the afternoon, we decided to take a drive, ostensibly “to see some of the countryside,” since up until then, we’d barely seen more than the inside of the hotel room and the bar.

I drove while Sue and Niles took the back seat. From the moment we set off, they started fooling around behind me. I could hear the sounds—rustling fabric, low giggles, wet kisses—and every so often, I’d glance at the rear-view mirror and catch a flash of thigh or Sue’s flushed face as she mouthed something to him. I was caged again, of course. Every bump in the road reminded me of it. Every moan she let slip made it worse.

Eventually, I found a secluded wooded area and pulled the car over. They got out together, and just before closing the door, Sue tossed me something—her panties. Still warm. Still soaked.

“Stay here and enjoy yourself,” she said with a smirk, knowing full well I couldn’t. The cage made sure of that.

They disappeared into the trees while I sat in the front seat, gripping her damp panties in my hand, smelling her arousal, my own frustration growing by the minute. The steel cage felt tighter by the second.

About half an hour later, they returned. Sue came up to the driver’s side and opened the door. “Lift my skirt,” she said casually. I did as I was told, and the sight took my breath away—her pussy was swollen, puffy, and glistening with trails of cum running down her inner thighs. I leaned forward, and she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me close.

“Lick me clean,” she whispered.

I did. Right there in the open. As I lapped at her messy slit, she leaned in to kiss Niles above me, and I couldn’t help but notice her other hand working at his belt. She freed his cock just inches from my face—it was slick, semi-hard, still wet from being inside her. She let me see it up close, but didn’t let me touch.

Then she climbed into the back seat and continued cleaning him herself, her mouth doing what mine couldn’t, as I quietly started the car and drove us back toward the hotel.

Once there, Niles led the way to the bar. Sue and I hesitated for a second—we were both still flushed, still visibly disheveled—but the place wasn’t too busy, and before long we were seated and chatting like nothing had happened. The three of us looked like old friends, sipping drinks, smiling. No one watching us would’ve guessed what we’d just done.

They even began joking about it. Sue laughed as she recounted how she squatted to suck him off in the woods before he spun her around, pulled her blouse and bra off, and bent her over. He’d taken her from behind with her steadying herself against the trunk of a tree. Niles chuckled and said he almost made her chase after him afterward—topless, breasts bouncing, blouse and bra in his hand.

They both laughed. I smiled, holding my drink tightly, still caged, still aching, still tasting them both on my tongue.

FACETIME

That night, Sue gave me a choice: I could stay caged and watch them from the room—or I could be uncaged, alone, and join them via FaceTime, free to pleasure myself. The decision felt loaded, but I chose freedom.

I set up the iPad, propping it up on a pillow at the edge of the bed, and knelt before it. I was already wearing a pair of my white lace-edged panties, and within seconds of seeing them together onscreen, I was stroking myself—slow, eager, trembling. What followed was, once again, some of the best sex of my life… even though I wasn’t in the room. Or maybe because I wasn’t.

I stayed hard for nearly two hours. My cock leaked almost constantly, and I came three times—each orgasm intense, drawn out, messy. Watching her ride him, suck him, moan for him, all while I was kneeling alone in lingerie, made the humiliation electric. It wasn’t even shame anymore—it was need.

At one point, she unlocked the door and slipped into our room. I looked up, stunned, my cock twitching in my sticky hand as she walked toward me with a sly grin. She leaned over and opened her mouth—revealing a fresh load of cum pooled on her tongue. She let some of it dribble down onto her tits, then climbed onto the bed where I lay stunned and twitching. She bent down and kissed me deeply, snowballing his cum into my mouth, filling me with his taste. Then she wiped her slick breasts across my face like a dirty cloth, coating me. Without a word, she walked back to the door, shut down FaceTime, and returned to his room. The door clicked closed behind her.

I lay there still leaking, still dizzy.

In the morning, it happened again. I came just from listening—ear pressed to the wall, mind full of her moans, their movement, their rhythm. Then Sue came into the room, glowing and used, and said it was time for me to “reclaim” her.

But I couldn’t get hard.

I tried. She straddled me, her messy pussy hovering above my lips, my limp cock twitching uselessly in my hand. I was so frustrated I could cry—but that only made it worse. She didn’t seem surprised. Instead, she laughed softly and called out to Niles.

He stepped into the room and saw me for the first time without a cage—pathetic, flaccid, completely undone. He looked down as Sue smirked, riding my face, grinding herself against my desperate tongue.

“This,” she said, “is why I’m cuckolding him.”

My hand moved furiously, trying to force a response, but all I managed was a few slow dribbles of cum onto my belly. She took her phone and started recording as I whimpered beneath her, her sloppy cunt sliding across my mouth, my face soaked in her and in shame.

At breakfast, the conversation shifted into something shockingly casual. Sue told me that Niles wouldn’t be able to keep his “cum denial promise” next weekend—it was his wedding anniversary, and they always spent it away together. This year, it was Paris. “Sex will definitely be expected,” she said with a giggle, “especially since she must be wondering why he hasn’t even been jerking off next to her in bed lately.”

Then she added, still smiling, “So I’m granting Niles a week’s hall pass.”

Niles nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and I won’t be able to meet up again until next month, her schedule’s tight.” He looked at me. “But I also extend that hall pass to you both—one week.”

“Oh, I’m not sure that will be necessary,” Sue chimed in cheerfully, before I could say a word.

I turned to her, startled.

She just winked, smiled sweetly, and continued chatting like we were any normal couple, enjoying a quiet breakfast with a friend.

HALL PASS

On the way home, we talked about the weekend. Sue opened up to me more than usual, telling me that Niles was quite vocal during sex when they were alone. He’d talk to her about what he planned to do, instructing her on how to please him. She said he was a real Alpha, fucking her hard, calling her a slut and a whore—and, to my mixed envy and arousal, she admitted how much that turned her on.

That night, we were both too tired. I was drained—emotionally, physically—and Sue was equally spent. We just curled up in bed, kissing softly before drifting off to sleep.

Over the next few days, I tried several times to initiate something. But Sue resisted. She reminded me that Niles and his wife weren’t actually leaving for their anniversary trip until Thursday. So, in her words, I didn’t yet have his permission to make love to her. We spooned in bed, my cock painfully hard, leaking against the soft cotton of her nightie. She promised we could reconnect the following evening, saying I had work in the morning and she wanted our moment to be special.

Friday night carried so much promise. Sue had just bathed and wore a dress over her sexy new lingerie. She had me shower and then put on matching lingerie under my dressing gown. After dinner, we snuggled on the sofa. The mood was warm, familiar. Her dress slipped away easily, and my gown followed, exposing my eager arousal.

She was soaking wet by the time we moved to the bedroom. She kept her lingerie on, which was unusual for us, but I realised it had become routine with Niles. The intimacy felt familiar yet changed. I found myself sliding four fingers inside her without complaint—something that once would’ve met with resistance. She, in turn, gripped my cock and balls hard, the mix of pleasure and pain overwhelming.

“How desperate are you to get inside my knickers?” she teased.

“I can’t wait to feel you again,” I murmured honestly.

She pulled aside the leg of her panties and guided me in. I expected to feel my cock part her lips and sink inside her warmth, but instead, she held me in place so I simply slipped across them—her open pussy on one side, the soft stretch of cotton on the other, her hand pressing from outside. It felt incredible.

“How does that feel, panty boy?” she whispered.

I just groaned. The sensation was heavenly.

“Go on, baby boy… make love to your wife.”

I began humping, my cock trapped between her lips and her panties, the friction and wetness more than enough. My mind drifted, remembering last weekend—watching her with Niles, licking her clean, jerking off with her soaked panties wrapped around me. That image alone pushed me over the edge. Sue, sensing my release, urged me on and I came hard, spurting warm cum all over her panties and pussy.

“Ooh yes, well done, baby boy… Now, pop your willy out and snuggle up. I’ll wear your love tonight.”

The next morning, we talked. She said she enjoyed our lovemaking, and I agreed—though I admitted I had hoped to be allowed inside her properly.

She sighed. Even though Niles had given his blessing, she said it still felt like she’d be cheating on him if she let me truly make love to her. I offered to pull out before cumming, if that’s what it took. She said she’d think about it—maybe a condom would be better. I knew she hated condoms. And I was pretty sure we didn’t even have any left; we hadn’t used one in over two decades.

That night, we watched porn in bed. Ironically, it was a scene about a cuckolded husband with a four-inch cock watching his wife get destroyed by a huge black stud—then awkwardly trying to reclaim her afterward.

Sue surprised me by going down on me. Her mouth felt amazing, but just as I was getting into it, I felt something unfamiliar—the cool, tight unrolling of a condom over my shaft.

She lay back, spread her legs, and invited me to fuck her.

I slipped between her thighs, easing into her wetness through the dull rubber sensation. As I started thrusting, she lay still and indifferent, simply muttering, “Go on, baby boy, make love to your slutty wife.” The roleplay made me harder. She asked if she felt different, and I said what I knew she wanted to hear—that she felt looser, stretched out by Niles. Truthfully, the condom muffled everything.

Still, I kept going, feeding off her words and the degrading comparison. Then she pushed me off.

“It’s no use,” she sighed. “Neither of us is getting off with your pencil dick inside me.”

I held my breath, expecting her to let me in bare—but instead, she rolled over and reached into the drawer. When I saw her pull out one of the penis sleeves I’d bought ages ago, I couldn’t believe it. She used to mock them.

She kissed the tip of my condom-covered cock and slid the sheath on, her fingers working it tightly down my shaft. My cock looked thicker now, just poking out the open end. She sucked on me again, playing with my balls, telling me I now felt more like Niles inside her mouth.

Then she climbed on the bed, doggy style, reached back to part herself, and told me not to make love, but to fuck her.

I did. The sensation for me was almost numb, but I stayed hard and slammed into her with everything I had. To my amazement, she took it all—every inch, even though she never had before.

“Harder!” she cried. “Harder!”

I tried. I really did. But after ten minutes of pounding, I was spent. She told me to lie back, mounted me, and rode like a woman possessed. Her breasts swung wildly, and I grabbed her, pulling her chest to my face, feeling her weight and heat all over me.

We were both close. The room filled with the wet slapping sounds of the sheath pumping her pussy. But just as I was about to lose it, she slid off me.

She lay next to me and began to jerk me off hard with the sleeve, using it like a toy. I came seconds later, twitching and gasping.

Next thing I knew, she’d stripped off the sheath and condom. I felt warm liquid dripping onto my lips. Reflexively, I opened my mouth—and the open end of the condom was pressed to it. I stuck out my tongue, tasting the mix of cum and lube. Then she pushed her fingers in, inverting it into my mouth.

I sucked it clean, obediently, hungrily—like it was a cock.

Nothing more was said. We cuddled, and I drifted off with her in my arms.

The next day, we didn’t talk about penetrative sex again. Neither of us brought it up.

My hall pass had ended. The next three weeks returned to our new normal: us watching our own videos and diving deep into online cuckold content together. But I noticed something—Sue’s tastes were shifting. More and more, she picked out SPH and pussy denial scenes.

We even read stories aloud to each other, sometimes touching, sometimes just enjoying the tension. And for the first time in our marriage, I got to watch Sue pleasure herself—openly, unashamed.

I had dreamed of that moment for years.