I finally returned home after a week away for work. I dropped my bags by the door and walked quietly toward the main bedroom, craving a moment with my wife, Kate. As I opened the door, I was greeted by an arresting sight.

There was my wife, Kate, standing by the dresser, pulling a pair of delicate lace knickers over her tight, beautiful ass. The overhead light caught the curve of her body and the sheer fabric.

She was getting ready for her rare night out with her friend, Jane. The evening had been planned for a while; Kate rarely got out, but tonight was an opportunity to cheer up Jane, who had recently gone through a bad breakup.

"You look good enough to eat," I said, leaning against the door frame, watching her.

"Mmm, thank you. How was your trip?" she replied, turning to me, a mischievous smile on her face. I had been gone three nights.

"I’m glad to be home. I just wish you weren't going out tonight. I've missed you so much, and you look incredible," I responded, crossing the room to wrap my arms around her and planting a kiss on her neck.

"I know, but you know this has been planned, and I need to be there for Jane. I promise I don't go out often."

"I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty. Go out and enjoy yourself, I just missed you, that’s all," I reassured her. As I spoke, one hand began to gently squeeze her amazing breasts, and the other slid over her sexy knickers to rub her pussy.

"Don't we have time for a quickie?" I whispered, pressing my now hard erection into her back.

She swatted my hand away, turned, and gave me a searing kiss. "That is not for you tonight! Jane will be here any minute."

That is not for you tonight. The phrase echoed in my mind. What did she mean? Did she have other plans?

I retreated downstairs to the kitchen and poured us both a glass of wine while she finished dressing.

When I returned, she had slipped into a blue dress—quite short, barely covering her beautiful ass. Its low-cut neckline perfectly framed her cleavage, and she paired it with mid-thigh cowboy boots. I don't think I had ever seen my wife look sexier.

"You look breathtaking. Every guy in that bar will be looking at you," I told her, my voice thick.

"Good. It'll keep you on your toes, imagining them flirting with me while you're watching TV," she said with a teasing chuckle.

"No touching, I want him to be needy," she added, squeezing my balls hard, another layer of deliberate psychological torture.

A horn beeped outside.

"That's Jane," she said, grabbing her bag. "She's early. I have to run. Don't wait up, I'm not sure what time I'll be home."

"I will wait up. Call if you need anything. Have a great time!" I said, kissing her goodbye.

I watched her walk out the door and slide into Jane’s car. I waved and shouted to Jane, "Enjoy and have a great night!"

"We will!" Jane called back, giving me a quick, knowing, naughty glint in her eye before they drove off.

The Buzz and the Break

I grabbed some takeout and settled on the sofa to watch TV, but concentration was impossible. My wife’s image, coupled with her words—"That’s not for you tonight!"—kept replaying. That naughty glint in Jane's eye only magnified my frustration, heightened by my three-day absence.

The idea of Kate flirting, or even having sex with other men, has always been a powerful turn-on for me. We'd had difficult discussions after my confession a couple of years ago, which led to intense, kinky role-play sessions. But they were just that: role-play. Was she now taking this to the next level?

The movie played, forgotten. Then, my phone buzzed. A WhatsApp from Kate.

It was a picture of her and Jane, flanked by two young, very muscular-looking guys. The accompanying message read: "We're having a great night, don't wait up." It was only about 9:30 PM.

I quickly replied: "Who are the guys in the photo?"

Her next message ratcheted the tension up: "Remember no touching." The tease was deliberate.

I was no longer able to focus. I had given Kate a hall pass, a long-discussed fantasy boundary, but she had always maintained it was theoretical, that she would never take a real cock. The main rules were communication: I had to know before, and she had to tell me every detail afterward. But this was just a tease... wasn't it? She was just elevating the role-play.

I desperately wanted to masturbate, but I needed to save my seed for her. She would be disappointed if I came without her permission. I abstained, despite the aching hardness.

Just before midnight, my phone buzzed again. I hadn't gone to bed.

"Any chance of a lift? Taxis are all busy and a long wait."

I had only had one glass of wine five hours ago, so I readily agreed, secured the pick-up location, grabbed my keys, and headed out.

The Ride Home

I spotted Kate immediately, but Jane was nowhere in sight. Kate walked up to my window, and I rolled it down.

"Where's Jane?" I asked.

"Oh, she went home about an hour ago. I was having fun with my new friend, so I stopped out a bit longer. Any chance you could drop them at home?"

"Sure," I said. She waved, and I waited for another girl, but one of the guys from the photo walked up.

"This is Richard. Richard, this is my husband, Jake."

"Hi Richard," I managed, unsure of the protocol.

"Hi, you got a cool wife, buddy," he responded.

"Jake, you don't mind me riding in the back with Richard, do you?" Kate asked.

"Sure, no problem," I replied, as they got in and Richard gave me his address.

"Thanks for the lift, buddy. A taxi would have been two hours," Richard offered.

As we drove off, Kate and Richard started giggling in the back. I had never seen her this giddy. She was fidgeting, adjusting her position. I angled my rearview mirror slightly, catching her face. Her eyes were glazed, aroused, and she couldn't sit still. Was Richard actually fingering my wife in the back of our car while her husband drove him home?

As the journey progressed, her giggling stopped, replaced by soft moans. Her face was changing; she looked seconds away from orgasm. What was happening back there? I couldn't get the mirror angle quite right to see, and I had to concentrate on driving.

We approached Richard's house, and their whispering became more intense. I pulled up, and both Kate and Richard got out. Richard thanked me with a wicked glint in his eyes. "Thanks for everything." The word hung in the air. Why "everything," and not just "the ride?"

I assumed Kate would get in the front. But as Richard walked to his door, she walked to my window.

"Do you mind if I stay here with Richard tonight?"

The communication. This ride was the communication. The role-play had just become real.

I was silent.

"I don’t mind if you say no," she rushed to explain. "It's a huge ask, and I know we talked about it theoretically, but I will get straight back in the car and tell you all about tonight if you say no."

"It's... OK," I finally managed. "This is just a shock, that's all. I wasn't expecting it tonight, but if that’s what you want, I’m OK with it." My mind was racing. I was never so turned on, my cock painfully hard.

"Forget it, it was a silly idea. Let's just go home," she said, sounding deflated.

"No," I insisted, reaching for her hand and placing it on my crotch to show her my state. "If this is what you want, you have my full blessing. It is turning me on, big time."

Kate sounded relieved. "Okay then, if you're sure. I have a present for you," she said, reaching into her bag.

"How could you have a present bigger than this?" I responded as she pulled out her small, wet bundle.

Her soaked lace knickers.

"These are from when he fingered me on the dancefloor earlier," she said, holding them up. "I came so hard I had to take them off."

She leaned in and gave me the most erotic, deep kiss we had ever shared. Pulling back, she whispered her final, agonizing command: "Remember: No touching!!!"

The Cage and The Confession

Driving home, I couldn't believe my fantasy was becoming reality. The rush of anxiety, jealousy, and pure lust was overwhelming, topped by Kate's ultimate edging: "No touching."

A man I met tonight was going to use my wife's body before I got a chance after my trip. I drove, my mind flooded with questions: Did she have protection? Where would he cum?

She had broken her initial communication rule by asking mid-ride, but she had delivered on the tease. Our role-play had included discussions of eating cream pie, a hard boundary she'd set due to STI fears. Yet, here we were.

I arrived home wide awake. I was so tempted to masturbate, but the fear of her disappointment was a powerful restraint. I needed to relax, but my mind was too manic. I needed the lock.

I walked to the cabinet and retrieved the chastity device we used during role-play. The problem: I was rock-hard. I couldn't get it on. I needed to be flaccid.

I ran a hot bath, put on some calming music, and let the heat work, forcing myself to stop thinking about Richard and my wife.

Eventually, I relaxed enough to secure the cage. Kate had the only key. I went to bed, but the second my head hit the pillow, I smelled her sweet scent still lingering on the sheets. My cock strained against the cage, painfully hard, trapped. It was agonizing, yet intensely erotic.

At 6 AM, I woke to the sound of an engine. I peered through the blinds: an Uber. Kate got out, looking sexy in a completely used kind of way. Her hair was a mess, her dress was slightly askew, and she carried her bra in one hand, slung over her bag.

I raced downstairs and opened the door. She stepped in and immediately threw her arms around me, giving me a loving, deep kiss. I guided her to the bedroom, helped her undress, and laid her on the bed.

Naked and glistening, she looked beautiful, a massive grin on her face, but her eyes were heavy-lidded.

"So," I asked softly, nodding to my lower body.

She looked down at my crotch and gave my cage a playful kiss. "Couldn't trust yourself, I see." The tease continued.

"No," I confessed. "I couldn't get the idea of you and Richard out of my head."

"Fetch my purse out of my bag," she commanded.

I did. She took out a tiny key and waved it. "Have you been a good boy? Do you deserve to be released?"

"Please," I begged, desperate. "I've been very good and patient. I need to be released. I need to reclaim you and make you mine again."

She smiled, and with a soft click, the lock sprang open. My cock immediately sprang to life, thicker and harder than I'd ever seen it.

"I guess you wanna know what happened after you dropped us off," she said, softly stroking my cock.

"Yes. Please tell me. Was he bigger than me?" I begged.

"Let's just say I wouldn't want to be stretched like that all the time. Your cock is a perfect size. But I knew it was big; I had a grope in the bar. It was then I knew I had to see how it felt."

"Wow! Tell me..." I started, but she placed a finger on my lips.

"You want me to tell this story or not? If you have questions, let's discuss them tomorrow."

She continued, gently caressing me. "My knees are a little sore, scuffed, and scraped, sorry," she said. "We got inside, and he started to rip my clothes off. Sorry, I broke a few of my own rules already!"

"A few?" I thought, but I remained silent.

"He pushed me against the wall and started to kiss me roughly—not loving, but pure, raw passion. I was so turned on. I returned the kiss immediately. (Rule 1 broken: No kissing) I couldn't help it; all I wanted was his cock. I wasn't thinking about you at all." Her stroking intensified.

"Stop apologizing. It’s okay," I assured her.

"Well, I couldn't wait any longer. I dropped to my knees and started to suck his cock. It's bigger and thicker than yours; I struggled to take it all in." I was stunned. She had never done this to me spontaneously.

"After he came in my mouth, I swallowed every last delicious drop and went back to making out with him." (Rule 2 broken: No swallowing cum.) I was near my limit.

"He took me to the bedroom, planted his head in my pussy, and circled his tongue around my clit. I came so hard." She noticed my breathing.

"You okay, honey? Want me to continue?"

"I'm fine, but this is so erotic I'm not sure I can last. I want you so badly."

"Okay," she said, lying on her back and spreading her legs. "You take a break from me stroking you and eat my pussy while I continue the story. That will give you time to calm down."

As I started to eat her, her pussy felt wetter than normal. I tasted it—a different texture, a different taste. Did she let him cum inside her? I pushed the thought down and continued to eat, reveling in the taste, as she wiggled and pulled my face in tighter.

For the next hour, she continued her story, detailing the positions, the intensity, and the numerous orgasms. He had used a condom.

I slid two fingers into her. Her pussy was slick and hot. I slid in a third. She gasped, her hips rising to meet me. She tasted incredible as I continued to suck and work on her clit. She ground her pussy into my face, holding my head in position.

Then came the climax of her story. After Richard had come three times, they ran out of condoms, but she needed more. She allowed him to enter her bareback. (Rule 3 broken: No bareback sex.) The agreement was that he would pull out and cum on her tits.

She said it felt incredible, and when it was time for him to pull out, she grabbed him, saying, "Don't you dare! I want you to fill my pussy with cum as a present for my husband!" (Rule 4 broken: He came inside.)

With that, she described how they came together, and he filled her with more cum than she had ever felt. She described it as the best orgasm of her life, and she loved the fact that I was now tasting his seed on her.

She pulled me up and kissed me. "Make love to me, husband."

I slid my cock into her slick, hot depths, and with a slow, powerful rhythm, I made love to her for the rest of the morning, kissing and caressing my wife, reclaiming her only after she had been thoroughly used and satisfied.

Once we were done, Kate got up to shower. She turned to me and smiled. "Next time, I'll get you some photos. Sorry, I forgot..."

Next time, I thought, smiling back.