“Damn, you look hot,” I said as my wife Veronica walked up to the table, ten minutes late for the Friday lunch reservation she made for us. Her red, low-cut, short dress, with strained spaghetti straps and matching heels, showed off her fit five-foot-eight form and bare legs. Her softly curled, light brunette hair danced off her bare shoulders.

“I feel so fucking hot, Jared,” she said, flashing her large, sexy smile. She leaned over, showing off her ample cleavage, almost falling out, to put her mouth near my ear. “I am drenched and horny like when we were 20,” she whispered. “I need to be pounded like a whore tonight.”

“Damn,” I said under my breath, feeling my cock already hardening under the restaurant table. “Did you invite me to lunch to tease me so I’ll fuck you like a whore after work?”

“Something like that,” she said as she sat in the chair next to me.  Her short dress hiked up as she sat, offering a glimpse to show she was only wearing the tiniest red thong under her dress. “I have an important question for you,” she said.

“Looking like that, the answer is yes,” I said, smiling, with my eyes glued to her glistening cleavage.

“We’ll get to that,” she said.

“Welcome in, Madam,” the astute waiter said. “Can I start you both with something to drink while you look at the menu?”

“Your best cosmopolitan, heavy on the vodka,” Veronica answered without hesitation.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “And you, sir?”

“Um,” I said, looking at my wife, surprised by her boldness. “I’ll take a light beer,” I answered.

Veronica chuckled with an eye roll. “Of course you will,” she scoffed. She turned to the waiter and added, “You might put ice in it to water it down.”

“One of us still has to go back to work,” I answered defensively.

“That’s true,” she answered as the waiter turned to escape.

“So, what’s the occasion?” I asked, still riveted by how hot my wife looked. “You don’t usually call mid-day to invite me to lunch, especially looking like this.”

“My libido is on fire,” she answered, flashing her broad smile again. “I was thinking about when we used to play more in our sex life, like with bondage.”

“Fuck,” I repeated. “You are on fire,” I said. “Those were the good old days.”

She leaned in toward me. “Remember when we took turns owning each other, letting the other dominate, without any limits? You used to like having me be in charge, owning your cock, as much as you liked having your way with me.”

“Sometimes more,” I answered honestly. “So fucking hot,” I answered. “You worked your magic on me. We haven’t done that since having kids.”

“Starting today, that’s going to change, Jared,” she said with a wink.

“Fuck yes!” I said. “I’m in.”

The waiter brought our drinks and took our lunch order. Veronica took a big sip of her cosmopolitan.

“Was that your question, Roni?” I asked, sipping my beer.

“I was going to wait until after lunch.”

“Go ahead. We’re on a roll.”

“Okay,” she said, her softness turning more serious. “Tell me the truth. Are you having an affair, fucking your assistant, Emily?”

I suddenly felt like I had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler. My mind reeled. My heart thundered in my chest like a Native American war drum. “Fuck, Veronica. Why would you ask that?”

“That’s not an answer,” she shot back, her eyes locked onto mine, reading my soul. “It’s a simple yes-or-no question.”

“No!” I answered. “How can you even think or ask that?”

Veronica picked up her phone, swiped up to turn it on, and set it in front of me before pressing play. “So this video of you tying her to the bed using our old cuffs, and fucking her as your willing sub, is lying to me? Either it is, or you are.”

“Fuck. Turn it off,” I said, seeing the waiter approaching the table with our food.

“You’re in no position to tell me to do anything, you son of a bitch,” she answered.

The waiter set the food down while the video kept playing. “Can I get you anything else?” he asked, with his eyes glued to the video playing on the phone.

“Another cosmopolitan,” Veronica answered. The waiter turned and left us in our awkward tension.

“Look,” I stammered. “It’s been so stressful at work, and...”

“So your answer is yes,” Veronica interrupted. “Do you know how humiliating that is for me?”

“I work hard for us to live the lifestyle we live,” I said, reeling, trying to find a footing in the conversation. “I’m busting my ass to climb my way up to afford everything we have. It doesn’t help that our sex life-” I started to say, before pausing to rethink what I was going to say. 

“Yeah, you’ve really climbed the ladder, Jared, working at my daddy’s company,” Veronica said. “Who got you that job, when I was the only one working after college, and you couldn’t get anyone to hire you? You think you got those promotions because my father is happy with your work, or because he loves his daughter?”

“Fuck,” I said, feeling the sting of her words and the truth behind them.

“I’m sure you’ve fucked around too,” I shot back, changing the subject to go on the offensive. “I see the way guys look at you, and the way you flirt back. Who have you fucked?”

“I haven’t fucked anyone!” Veronica said. “While you’re off at work fucking your little whore, I’ve stayed faithful even though I’ve had plenty of opportunities. Yeah, you’ve seen all the interest I get. Your cousin Bill has been chasing my ass for years.”

“Leave Bill out of this,” I shot back. “He’s an arrogant son-of-a-bitch who thinks he’s better than the rest of us.” No one pissed me off more than my cousin, Bill. We were the same age, and competed in everything growing up. He almost always won. He tried to steal Veronica from me as soon as he saw we were dating in college, simply because she was mine. Fortunately, Veronica stayed loyal despite his attempts.  Even though we were family, Bill was my archrival and nemesis. It made it even sweeter that my assistant, Emily, was his wife.

“He fucking is, better,” Veronica said, with a smile. “You think you've won because you're fucking his wife! The irony is that he got the promotion you were up for. He’s so fucking handsome and has wanted me for years.”

“Now you’re just trying to piss me off,” I said.

“Piss you off?” she asked. “I’m not the one fucking his wife.”

“So, you want a divorce?” I asked. “I’ll fight you for every dollar.”

“You’re missing it, son-of-a-bitch. Divorce you? Fuck no. I own you now.”

“The fuck you do,” I said.

She took a sip of her cosmo and smiled. “If you don’t do exactly what I say, I’ll make one call to my father, and you’ll be out of a job, and he’ll make sure no one hires you. You’ll be on the street faster than you can pull your whore’s panties down. Of course she won’t be your pet anymore.”

“Fuck, Roni, this doesn’t involve your father. This is between us. We’ll lose everything.” 

“No, Jared. If you don’t do exactly as I tell you, as my little bitch, we won’t lose everything. You will. I’ll be just fine. As I said, I own you.”

“That’s not fair,” I retorted.

“Neither is the humiliation of you fucking Emily behind my back,” she said. She reached into her purse, pulled out a small pink box, and handed it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked, taking the box. 

“You’re going to put it on right now,” she ordered.

I opened the box, then closed it quickly after seeing what it was. “This is a pink cock cage,” I announced in a whisper.

“I know exactly what it is,” she said. “I bought it for you. Now put it on.”

“Here? Now?”

“When I give an order, you will obey it. Any hesitation or questioning will be seen as defiance and will be punished.”

“Fuck, Roni,” I said, trying to object. “You can’t do this.”

She picked up her phone, pressed a button, and put the call on speaker.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“My father,” she answered. “You have two options. You either give me your complete, unquestioning obedience, I don’t care how humiliating it is for you, or I will decimate you and any future you hope to have.”

“Hi, darling,” the deep, familiar voice of Veronica’s father on the phone answered. “What can I do for you?”

I waved my hands and shook my head. “Okay, okay,” I mouthed.

“Oh, hi Daddy. I was going to ask you something, but I think I have it taken care of.” Veronica looked at me to ask for confirmation.

I nodded silently in agreement.

“Okay, baby girl,” her father said. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“Oh, I will, Daddy. You’ll be the first person I call.” She hung up.

“Fuck.”

“Put it on,” she ordered. “Now.”

I unzipped my pants and put the base ring over my soft cock and balls, pressing it against my body. I put the small cage over my cock and tried to snap it onto the base. “It’s too small,” I protested.

“It’s the smallest they have, but it’s not too small for you, Jared. Stand up.”

I stood up and tried to position myself discreetly so no one in the restaurant could see. Veronica forced the cage over my cock until it clicked into the base. She turned the key, locked it in place, and held the key up like a prized possession. “This is only the beginning of how I will fucking own and humiliate you.”

“Damn, Roni. I can’t wear this to work,” I protested. “I promise, I’ll wear it as soon as I get home.”

“Oh, were you going to have a fuck time with Emily? Let her see how pathetic you really are with your tiny cock in your new pink cage.”

“Damn,” I said.

“I knew it. I don’t care what you do,” Veronica said, draining her cosmo. “Just be home by 5:00,” she ordered. She stood and walked out, leaving me there abandoned with the bill.

I was reeling from the turn of events. I had no appetite for lunch. It was awkward turning Emily down for our planned rendezvous all afternoon. I dutifully left work in time to get home by 5:00, not wanting to piss Veronica off any more than I already had. My imprisoned cock was sore in its cramped cage. To my surprise, there was a truck in my driveway. As I walked into my house, I saw Veronica and my cousin Bill laughing in the living room, each with a drink. Veronica was still wearing the same sexy dress. Music was playing loudly. The kids had been farmed out to Veronica’s sister’s house for the weekend.

Bill was a tall, muscular, handsome man, standing six-foot-six, compared to my five-foot-eleven. He had a strong, dominating presence. “Hey, cous!” he shouted as I walked in.

“What the fuck are you doing here, you piece of shit?” I asked. 

“Veronica invited me over, saying something about needing a real man,” he said with a chortle. “And you know how long I’ve wanted that.”

I looked over at Veronica, surprised. She knew how I felt about Bill. He’s the last person I wanted in my home.

“I did,” Veronica said with a laugh. “Remember how I said I needed to be pounded like a whore tonight? Who better to do it than Bill, especially with you locked up in your sissy cage?”

“Oh, fuck, no,” I said.

“Get undressed and sit,” she ordered, pointing to a side chair in the living room.

“In front of Bill?”

“I will not tolerate defiance, bitch,” she commanded, intentionally embarrassing me in front of my nemesis. She held the tiny key up. “If you ever want your tiny cock to have a break from that cage, you will do what I tell you.”

I piteously undressed and sat naked in the chair, except for the cage.

“Damn, cous,” he said with a sneer.

Veronica pulled Bill to the middle of the living room and began kissing him. “Make me your whore,” she said. “We have all night. Use me to fulfill all your nasty fantasies.” I watched as Veronica stripped Bill, complimenting every part of his muscular body.

Bill pulled her dress off of her, leaving her only with her tiny red thong. “Fuck, Roni. You’re sexier than I even fantasized,” he added with a glance over to me.

I stewed hearing him call her Roni. That was my name for her. I watched helplessly as Bill fucked the shit out of her, having his way with every hole. Veronica loved being wrecked by his large, thick, monstrous bull cock, climaxing again and again in front of me. Each time she screamed louder as her body convulsed uncontrollably from the overwhelming euphoria.

Veronica lay on her back in the middle of the room, on display in front of me, with her knees wide. “Pound the fuck out of me, Bill,” she begged. “Fill my womb with your hot seed. I stopped taking the pill weeks ago, and I’m ovulating.”

“No!” I screamed in disbelief.

“Fuck, yes!” Bill taunted. He grabbed her ankles in his big hands and held them up like a banner over him before pushing his massive, bulbous cock head into my wife’s drenched pussy.

“Yes, baby!” she screamed. “You feel like I've always dreamed a man could be. Deeper! Breed me.”

Bill pounded her hard, each thrust more forceful than the last. The length of his cock pressed his tip against her tender cervix. He dropped his hands to her ample tits, grasping them tightly as he slammed himself into her needy body. Bill began to grunt. Without notice, Bill flipped her over like a rag doll, putting her on her knees. He put his large hand in the center of her back, pushing her face down into the thick carpet, keeping her ass up. His cock plunged into her, ravaging her.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum again,” she squealed. “I’ve never cum so hard, so many times,” she bragged. Her body shook as the euphoria poured over her.

Bill grunted like a primitive Neanderthal as he ruthlessly slammed his body into her. Words failed him. He let out a screech of unrecognizable words, thrusting with each blast of cum into her. The bull didn’t stop, going for what felt like an eternity, filling my wife with wave after wave of his seed.

“Get the fuck down here,” Veronica ordered, without even looking up at me.

I suddenly felt some hope. Despite the merciless humiliation of my rival repeatedly fucking my wife like a whore in front of me, doing everything he could to impregnate her, I would get the last fuck.

“Lie down, so I can straddle you,” she commanded.

“Finally!” I said, despite the humiliation of getting sloppy seconds. I obediently lay on my back, ready to have my cock liberated to reclaim my wife.

Veronica straddled my body with her knees, moving her pussy over my face. “If you want any hope of getting out of that cage, lick my pussy to climax,” she taunted, lowering and pressing her pussy lips against my mouth.

Bill’s thick cum flowed from her pussy into my mouth like a raging river.

“Lick, you sissy,” she ordered with a cackle. “Swallow every drop, showing your cousin you like his spunk as much as I do. You miss one drop, and you’re not getting out of that cage. Lick me like you know I like it.”

I was mortified, helpless to my cousin’s cum flowing into my mouth and down my throat, gagging from the sheer volume of it as my tongue licked my wife’s drenched, used pussy.

Veronica reached down and pulled my head up, grinding her pussy against my mouth. “You can do better, you little bitch. Lick me harder.” Veronica said as she mercilessly rode my face.

“What a good little pussy licker,” Bill teased, stroking his cock as he stood by my head. He put his cock in Veronica’s mouth. “Be my whore and suck me off,” he said. "I've got more for you."

“Gladly,” Veronica said. “It’s nice to suck a real cock,” she chided before taking it into her mouth, swallowing its entire length down her hungry throat.

Bill fucked her throat until he climaxed again, the first load going down her throat before pulling his cock out, letting its spray decorate her beautiful face.

“Oh, fuck,” Veronica screamed. “I’m cumming!” Her body rocked on top of my face, riding it hard.

I continued to dutifully lick her pussy, giving careful attention to her clit, like I knew she loved.

Veronica’s cum gushed over my face, soaking me, with no way for me to clean it up.

I lay there in disbelief. How the fuck did this happen? I looked up at Roni, hoping the torture was over.

“Oh, look,” Veronica said, looking down at me. You missed a drop of Bill’s cum,” she said, wiping it off my cheek with her index finger. She pushed it into my mouth. “That’s too bad for you,” she said. “No getting out of that cage anytime soon. That’s okay. I’ve got Bill.”

Veronica stood up and walked over to her purse. She reached in and pulled the tiny cock cage key out and held it up.

For the second time in the last hour, I felt a brief moment of hope. “Finally,” I said. "Get me out of this thing."

Veronica smiled and said, “You just don’t get it, do you, you little shit? I own you.”

“I get it,” I said. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll make it up to you.”

“We’re past that, but you will pay. Remember how much you used to like being my slave?” she asked, recalling our conversation at lunch. “Welcome to your new life.” Veronica laughed and turned to Bill, pressing the tiny pink key into his big hand. “How about you hold on to this for me, Lover? I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep it here, and who better to hold it for me than you?”

“No!” I protested. “Anyone but him!”

“See what an ungrateful little bitch he is?” she asked Bill. “I don’t care what you do with the key. As long as he’s locked up, he’s my bitch, and I’m your whore with no limits. I’m sure you’ll take good care of it.” 

Bill’s cock instantly started to harden again.

“Oh, good,” she said, reaching for Bill’s cock. “I see our night has just begun.”