I was beginning to get very fed up with the late nights I had been working over the past few weeks as yet again I walked through the door at 8.30pm. I knew that Emma was getting a little fed up too and she wouldn’t attempt to hide the fact each and every time I walked through the door. As I dropped my bag and slipped off my shoes I prepared myself for her disappointed face again.

I pushed the living room door slowly open, expecting a frosty atmosphere, but was instantly struck by the smell of sweet perfume and the sight of her wearing the silk dressing gown that I’d bought her months back and had been endlessly encouraging her to wear. I decided to safely assume that she’d had something go well in her day, and more importantly, that I was possibly going to get to have sex with her gorgeous, size ten and toned body.

"Come on in husband," she said, with a naughty smile and a glint in her eye. "I’ve been planning something fun for tonight."

"Well I can’t wait any longer – it’s been weeks," I replied, excitedly.

She smirked, "Don’t get too excited. Let me show you what I’ve got prepared."

She stood up slowly, letting her gown slip open slightly to reveal her stocking covered legs – she knew I couldn’t resist her in black fishnets. As she seemed to hover past me she held out her hand and nodded for me to take it. I was being led through to the dining room where I noticed one of our wooden chairs facing us, accompanied by some black leather handcuffs and a small red satin bag.

I expected her to sit down as she loved being restrained and teased, but to my surprise, she gripped my wrists firmly and guided me into the chair, forcing me to sit down. I was immediately turned on. She picked up the cuffs, which I noticed were different to our usual ones, but strangely not new looking, and attached my wrists together behind me while weaving the leather into the chair. As I attempted to test the slack I realised that these were very strong cuffs – much stronger than the Velcro ones that we own.

Emma leaned forward to pick up the red bag and slightly revealed her pert round tits, supported in a black lace basque. I was so distracted by the sight of her body that I didn’t register what she had retrieved from the bag. As I eventually looked at her hand, I felt a rush of horror and excitement travel through my stomach as her new shiny toy glinted in the dim lights of the dining room.

"Is that a cock cage?" I asked, already knowing full well it was.

"Well, not just any cock cage. This is your cock cage,'’ she replied. "And this is my key," she said, with a devilish grin on her pale face.

I watched as my dominant wife removed my trousers and underwear quite forcefully and observed her face as she slowly pulled my aching balls through this cold, metal ring. Her eyes lit up as she then manoeuvred my limp cock into the metal cage, making sure to connect the eyelet to the ring. I watched her frown as she concentrated on reaching for something in the red bag between her feet using her spare hand. Then before I had even realised - ‘click’ - she had attached and locked a small chrome padlock through the eyelets. I instantly felt trapped.

I couldn’t find any words to say before she switched off the lights in the dining room and closed the voile curtains as she walked away into the living room. I could see everything she was doing quite clearly and watched her place the pair of chrome keys – the keys to my freedom – on the mantelpiece. At that very moment her phone beeped and she sat down on the sofa, which faced away from me, to read her message.

What seemed like an eternity passed as I watched the back of her head move often to check whatever replies she was receiving, her long black hair shimmered with each movement. I whistled a few tunes briefly such as The Great Escape, hoping to get a giggle or at least an acknowledgment, but no such thing happened. The clock behind me chimed, indicating that it was nine o’clock, but it felt much later. 

The house was silent for a few minutes and I was wondering when she was going to give in. After all this couldn’t be any more fun for her than it was for me; she spends most of the early evenings sat on the sofa with her phone while I’m at work. Then all of a sudden, and almost making me jump out of my seat if it wasn’t for the handcuffs, the doorbell rang, sounding much louder than normal as it pierced the tense atmosphere.

I watched as Emma slowly stood up in her gown, sorted her hair quickly, pouted her lips to make sure her bright red lipstick was still applied and left through the living room door. My stomach turned as I thought of someone coming into my house and seeing me strapped to a chair with no trousers on and a cock cage attached to my penis. My friends or neighbours would never see me the same again!

However, as my sense of hearing was heightened with the adrenaline, I listened to a voice I didn’t recognise, a deep male voice. As I tried to hold my breath and hear any clues to who it was, I received another rush of adrenaline – there were two male voices, both deep, and getting closer. I tried to cross my legs before they saw my locked up penis but the cock cage was in the way. I felt a draught and I knew the door was opening. I closed my eyes with embarrassment, expecting to hear the laughing or the comments about my current state.

The lack of reaction was almost disappointing after all the build-up. I opened my eyes slowly and saw two of the most manly looking black men I’ve ever seen taking a seat on my sofa, oblivious to my presence. I realised that they couldn’t see me through the voile as my lights were off, to them it would be just darkness - Emma had thought this through well.

I didn’t know how to react to the situation. I couldn’t make a single sound as they’d almost certainly come to investigate, but I couldn’t just sit there to watch what was likely to be happening. I was lost. To my dread, Emma approached the curtains as though going to open them, but she just slipped her head through and put a finger to her lips, hushing me like a naughty child. She then went back into the living room and stood in front of the two men, of which I could only see the back of their heads, although they were sitting much taller than Emma was before their arrival.

My stomach turned again as she slowly and sexily slipped the silk gown from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I could only see her from the waist up, but I knew how good she’d be looking. I listened jealously as the two black men complimented her with filthy words, then one of them stood up.

He was over a foot taller than her and his skin made her look even paler than normal as he placed his hands on her waist. I felt my caged penis twitch and get warm. She began to unbutton his shirt without saying a word, eventually removing it from his big shoulders and throwing it to the floor. She smoothed her hands over his chest sensually before softly digging her nails into him. She glanced in my direction for a second then turned her gaze to the second man and with a nod, she summoned him to join them, and he did.

He removed his shirt to reveal a very similar physique to his accomplice and positioned himself behind my wife and cupped her perfectly round, lace-covered tits with his strong black hands, leaving me with a profile view of all three. The second man started to lean down to Emma’s neck, kissing her softly on each side while the first man explored below her waist, which I could not see.

My heart raced as I watched my wife submit herself to these two strangers, just knowing what may come next.

The ache in my cock intensified as I became more and more aroused by the sight in front of me. The strong metal of the cock cage prevented me from becoming erect and a rush of frustration flowed through my veins. As my wife was being stripped and explored by two black men, my selfish thoughts were about how I couldn’t pleasure myself to what I was witnessing. 




Maybe I deserved this punishment? 

As I refocused on the situation that Emma was in, I found that she had now been stripped of her basque and her pert tits were exposed and being sucked by one of the men. The other man was out of sight so I could only assume he was kneeling and, judging by Emma’s reactions, I’d say he was licking her sweet pussy that had been untouched by me for so long.

I watched unblinking as she moaned with pleasure and her face flushed a rosy shade of pink. Desperately wanting to grip my cock and relieve myself, I began focusing on the two tiny keys that I could just about see, shining away on the mantelpiece. I almost felt like shouting out for Emma to release my ever-throbbing cock but reassured myself that I could deal with it.

As I opened my eyes from a minute of deep breaths having attempted to calm down my erection, but without success, I saw Emma staring right in my direction as she was kneeling on the sofa, her elbows resting on the back edge. I could just make out the back of one man’s head underneath her as the other man positioned himself behind her open presented pussy. I only wish I could’ve seen the moment he pushed his cock inside of her but, from the short scream of surprise, I assumed it was huge.

I stared as she closed her eyes and started to relax on this black cock that had just entered her married pussy, slamming into her with force. His eyes were firmly concentrating on her pussy as he watched his black cock moving in and out of her stretched pink pussy. He then suddenly stopped and after a few seconds, Emma began to moan again. I realised she was now taking the other black cock that I judged must’ve been a similar large size.

She bit her lip, her eyes still closed, as she found a fast rhythm of her own. I could tell she was slamming her hips down onto this lucky man’s cock like there was no tomorrow. There was no way for me to tell at this point if she was coping with the full length or not, but I was hoping to find out the extent of her stretching very soon.

I watched for what must’ve been thirty minutes as these two bulls took turns fucking my wife, and possibly even at the same time but I could only speculate. They changed her between positions as if she was a doll to be used for their pleasure and all the while Emma had the look of sexual fulfilment in her eyes, content with her pussy being abused in this way.

I had to distract myself again and again as I felt the desperate pain of my locked cock trying to straighten out, fighting the urge to call out. For the third time my concentration was broken by the sound of Emma’s beautiful orgasm. It didn't help in any way with my problem.

As the sex paused in the other room my vision cleared, just in time to see one of the men lift Emma up and place her on the arm of the sofa where I could finally see her fishnet-dressed legs in the air. My stomach turned yet again as I realised I was about to see with my own eyes, a black cock entering my wife.

He gripped both of her ankles with one hand and guided his impressively hard and large cock towards her glistening pussy, quickly pushing it inside. She took him with ease now that she’d been fucked for so long by these two and immediately began to moan loudly. I could see his whole uncovered length, which must’ve been at least eight inches, bury itself in my wife’s pussy. His black balls stretched as he forced every inch deep inside of her and started to fuck. His friend was standing dominantly over Emma’s head, which was out of sight on the sofa, probably having his cock sucked professionally by her and her soft lips.

In a moment of clarity I witnessed the black guy’s balls contract and his hips lock forward. He let out an uncontrollable short groan and then his body relaxed, his cock still completely wrapped by my wife’s pussy. I realised that he had just come deep inside my wife’s pussy and I could only imagine how much come he had waiting for her. A few more seconds passed and he withdrew his shining black cock from Emma, and I felt once again that feeling of desire.

The second guy quickly took the place of the first after admiring Emma’s stretched and cum-filled pussy. He inserted his equally large, equally black and equally uncovered cock between her pussy lips and pushed deep inside. I sat in a desperate state, willing him to satisfy her with his cum. It was an agonising wait as my cock forced itself against the steel of the cock cage and his forced itself into my wife’s wet vagina. Emma moaned loudly as she experienced another orgasm given to her by these men and the sound appeared to push him over the edge. He groaned louder than the other black man and vigorously forced his cock into my wife’s abused pussy, coming together with her and collapsing on top of her.

I stared intently as his balls contracted again and again, releasing his potent cum into her deepest, most precious of parts. He lay on her for a minute or so, either kissing her or her body from the sounds I could hear, and then removed his softening cock from between her legs which then dropped from their raised position.

At this point I felt nervous in case they wandered into my area of imprisonment but within minutes they had dressed and had helped Emma stand up following her multiple orgasms. They both kissed her passionately in turn and thanked her. She returned the thanks with a promise of calling them soon, and they left.

I now got extremely worried as I had no idea what to expect but before I could fabricate any ideas she opened the voile curtains wide and stared at me – no smiles, just a very filthy and satisfied look on her face. As she walked towards me the backlight highlighted the cum dripping down her thighs onto her stockings.

She straddled me and rested her soaking pussy above my cock cage, allowing a huge load of cum to drip in the top of the metal ring. She lowered herself onto the metallic device and guided my unable cock to the lips of her pussy. I could feel the warm cum of two black men leaking into my cage, and the desensitised sensation of my wife’s pussy rubbing on my desperately restricted erection. She leaned forward to my kiss my mouth, talking through the kiss.

'‘Can you taste the cock on me Husband? Can you taste the big, black, cock?" she teased.

Just as I thought she was going to release me from the handcuffs, she stood up.

"This is going to be a regular occurrence for your wife," she stated and flicking the soaked cock cage she added, "and this is going to be a permanent accessory of yours, husband."

Without saying another word she left me in the dark of the dining room, only turning once to smile naughtily. I sat restrained for the next hour while she wrote messages on her phone while I could smell the other men on me. I was left to imagine the cum still leaking from her pussy while she invited more men to visit her in the future.

I imagined what she might plan next and questioned whether my cock cage really would be a permanent accessory. A part of me was insanely jealous. A huge part of me was excited beyond words.