Kevin’s muscles burned, a deep, fiery ache radiating through his chest and arms as he racked the barbell, sweat slicking his brow and soaking his shirt, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer. The gym was a quiet sanctuary this late, the soft clank of weights and the steady hum of treadmills a low pulse in the air, like a heartbeat in the stillness. His gaze drifted to Marcus, powering through a set of deadlifts in the corner, his broad shoulders flexing with each lift, his movements precise and commanding, exuding a primal confidence that bent the room’s gravity. Kevin had noticed Marcus before—tall, carved with muscle, radiating a raw charisma that demanded attention. And from fleeting, unavoidable glances in the locker room, Kevin knew Marcus was hung, his size a quiet, undeniable fact that seared itself into his mind, lingering like a shadow.

Wiping down his equipment, Kevin felt the air thicken as Marcus approached, a towel slung carelessly over his shoulder, his dark eyes glinting with an easy, predatory charisma. “Good session, man?” Marcus asked, his voice a deep, resonant drawl that carried a subtle challenge, like a dare wrapped in velvet.

“Solid,” Kevin replied, nodding, his breath still heavy, chest rising and falling. “You?”

“Always.” Marcus’s grin was sharp, a flash of teeth that cut through the tension like a blade.

Their talk flowed effortlessly—protein shakes, lifting routines, the grind of gym life—until Kevin, curiosity tugging at him like a hook, ventured, “You married, Marcus?”

Marcus let out a low, rumbling laugh, shaking his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Nah, not my scene. But I get all the action I need. Married women, mostly.”

Kevin’s brows shot up, a spark of surprise igniting in his chest. “Married women?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said, his smirk deepening, eyes locking onto Kevin’s with a knowing intensity that made his pulse jump. “I’m what they call a bull. Cuckold-hotwife scene. You know it?”

Kevin froze, the words landing like a sucker punch, raw and disorienting. “A what?”

Marcus leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate growl, each word weighted with unshakable confidence. “Some couples, with the husband’s blessing, bring in a guy like me—well-equipped—to take care of the wife’s needs. Sometimes he watches, sometimes he doesn’t. But here’s my rule: the husband’s locked up. Chastity cage. Always. No fucking exceptions. It keeps his mind razor-sharp, every ounce of his desire poured into her pleasure. No jerking off, no blowing his load early and killing the vibe. It’s her moment, and the cage makes damn sure he’s all in.”

Kevin’s throat tightened, a rush of heat flooding his chest, the concept so raw and foreign it felt like stepping into a parallel world. “You’re serious? You demand they do that?”

“Every damn time,” Marcus said, his grin turning wolfish, eyes gleaming with certainty. “You’d be shocked how many couples crave it. The husband gets high on the denial, the wife gets what she’s aching for, and I… I have one hell of a ride.”

Kevin forced a shaky laugh, his mind reeling, the words swirling like a storm. “That’s fucking wild, man.” But as he drove home, Marcus’s voice echoed in his head, each syllable pulsing with the vivid image of his massive cock, a presence that stirred a restless, primal heat in his veins, both unsettling and magnetic.

At home, Moira sprawled across the couch, her red hair a fiery cascade over a cushion, her lush curves molded by a tight tank top and leggings that clung to her like a second skin, accentuating the swell of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. Kevin kissed her, his lips lingering on hers, the gym’s adrenaline still coursing through him, a faint tremor in his hands. He spilled the story, the words tumbling out in a rush. “This guy at the gym, Marcus—he’s huge, Moira, like, you wouldn’t believe it. Says he’s a ‘bull,’ fucking married women while their husbands are locked in chastity cages. Get this: he demands the cage. Says it’s non-negotiable, keeps the husband focused on her. Can you even wrap your head around that?”

Moira’s green eyes ignited, her wine glass stalling mid-air, a slow, teasing smile curling her full lips, her voice thick with intrigue. “Huge, huh?” she purred, leaning forward, her gaze sharp and hungry. “How huge are we talking, Kev?”

Kevin shifted, heat creeping up his neck, his cock twitching at the memory, vivid and unyielding. “You’d have to see it to believe it. It’s… fucking unreal.”

Moira’s smile deepened, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned closer, her body radiating a quiet, simmering hunger. “Then I want to see it. Get him to send a picture.”

Kevin choked out a laugh, nerves and arousal colliding like a storm in his chest. “What? I can’t just ask some dude for a dick pic, Moira. That’s insane.”

Her grin widened, wicked and unrelenting, her hand sliding to his knee, fingers grazing with deliberate intent, sending a jolt through him that made his breath catch. “Oh, come on, Kev. Play the game. Message him, hint that… maybe you’re open to him fucking me. It’s just a tease, nothing will come of it—just a little giggle to make him think it’s possible. That’ll get him to show off his cock. I need to see what’s got you so rattled.”

Kevin’s gut twisted, desire and disbelief surging like wildfire. “You’re serious? Pretend we’re into this just to get a picture?”

“Exactly,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper, eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and heat. “It’s all for fun. Nothing’s happening. I just want to see how big this guy really is.”

Kevin exhaled, his heart hammering, his body already responding to the idea, a pulse of heat in his core. “Fuck, fine. But this is wild.” He grabbed his phone, fingers trembling as he typed a cautious message to Marcus: “Hey, man, my wife’s curious about you. Wants to know what you’re packing. We might be… open to exploring your thing. Got a pic?”

That night, Moira posed for photos to bait the hook, her confidence a living flame that lit up the room. She wore a black lace lingerie set that hugged her full, heavy breasts and rounded hips, the sheer fabric revealing the faint outline of her hardened nipples and the curve of her ass, her skin glowing under the soft light. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders like molten fire, her green eyes smoldering as she struck poses—back arched, hips tilted, lips parted—that made Kevin’s breath catch, his cock straining painfully against his jeans. The air was thick with surreal, electric tension as he snapped the shots, his hands shaking with the weight of what they were doing. They sent the photos to Marcus via a private message, Moira adding a taunting note: “Heard you’re impressive. Prove it.”

Marcus’s reply hit like a shockwave—a message praising Moira’s body, calling her a “fucking goddess,” followed by a photo. Kevin’s fingers fumbled as he opened it, his breath catching in his throat: Marcus, rock-hard, his cock a thick, veined column, intimidating in its sheer size and presence, the head glistening faintly in the light. Moira’s eyes widened, her lips parting, a soft, hungry gasp escaping as her thighs pressed together instinctively. “Holy fucking shit,” she whispered, her voice raw with desire, a flush spreading across her cheeks. “He’s… massive.”

Kevin swallowed hard, his body humming with a mix of arousal and unease, his cock throbbing in his jeans. “Told you.”

Moira’s hand slid up his thigh, her touch a spark that set him ablaze, her fingers lingering with intent. “Kev,” she breathed, tossing her phone aside, her eyes burning with need. “Get over here.” She dragged him to the bedroom, her movements sharp and urgent, a woman possessed by desire. She peeled off her tank top and leggings, the lace beneath a stark contrast to her pale, freckled skin, and shoved Kevin onto the bed. Her lips crashed against his, fierce and ravenous, her tongue claiming his mouth as she ground her hips against him, her heat radiating through the thin fabric of her panties.

She yanked his pants down, freeing his aching cock, and straddled him, sinking onto him with a moan that vibrated through his core. Her slick heat gripped him, her hips rocking with a frantic, desperate rhythm, her breasts bouncing softly in the lace. Kevin clutched her hips, thrusting up to meet her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, the sensation overwhelming. But in mere moments, Moira’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she came, her nails raking his chest, her cry sharp and primal, echoing off the walls like a confession.

“Fuck,” Kevin gasped, still buried deep inside her, his cock throbbing with need. “That was quick.” A smirk tugged at his lips, his voice low and teasing. “Marcus’s cock got you that worked up, didn’t it?”

Moira’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t dodge the truth. She leaned down, her lips grazing his ear, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “Yeah, maybe it did,” she confessed, her words dripping with raw, unfiltered want. “That picture… fuck, Kev, it’s driving me insane. I think I want to try it. Just once. To feel that.”

Kevin’s cock pulsed inside her, his mind flooded with vivid, searing images of Marcus and Moira, their bodies entwined. “You mean it?” he rasped, his voice tight with arousal.

She nodded, her hips rolling slower now, teasing him with every deliberate movement. “Picture it,” she whispered, her voice a velvet blade slicing through his control. “Me on this bed, Marcus over me, that huge cock stretching me open, filling me in ways you can’t even imagine. You’re watching, locked up, burning with need but unable to touch yourself. He’d fuck me so deep, Kev, make me scream, and you’d feel every second of it, knowing it’s all for my pleasure.”

Her words were a spark to dry tinder, painting a scene so vivid it consumed him. Kevin’s control shattered, his hips jerking as he came hard, spilling into her with a groan, his body trembling with the force of his release, his vision blurring for a moment. Moira smiled, kissing him softly, her lips warm and lingering as she traced her fingers across his chest. “You’re into it too, aren’t you?”

Kevin exhaled, his head spinning, his body still humming with the aftershocks. “Fuck, Moira… yeah. Let’s do it.”

Marcus agreed, his enthusiasm crackling through the message like a live wire, but he doubled down on his rule: Kevin had to be locked in a chastity cage for at least three days prior. “No exceptions,” he wrote. “It’s how I roll. Keeps the dynamic tight.”

Moira didn’t hesitate. The next day, she ordered a sleek, stainless steel chastity cage, its cold, polished surface gleaming with a promise of control. Her excitement was a tangible heat, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she held it up, turning it in her hands. When it arrived, she knelt before Kevin in their bedroom, her breath warm against his skin as she fitted the cage around his cock. The metal was unyielding, a tight, relentless grip that made him wince as it locked into place. The click of the lock sent a jolt through him, his trapped erection straining against the steel, a constant reminder of his surrender to her desires.

“Only a few days,” she purred, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, her touch a tease that made his body ache with unfulfilled need. “You’ll survive.”

But Marcus texted later, saying a work trip pushed their meeting back a week. Kevin groaned, the cage a merciless weight between his legs, its presence a constant throb. “Can we take it off till then?”

Moira’s eyes gleamed with a new, commanding fire, her smile both playful and unyielding. “No way, baby. You stay locked. Marcus demands it, and I’m fucking loving it.” She straddled him, her lace panties grazing his caged cock, her warmth a torment he could feel but not claim. “Besides,” she whispered, her voice a low, sultry taunt, “I love you like this—aching, desperate, all for me.”

The week dragged, each day a slow burn of torment that left Kevin raw and trembling. By the fifth day, the cage was a relentless torment, his body a tight coil of need, his cock straining against the unyielding steel with every fleeting touch or heated glance from Moira. That evening, they were tangled on the couch, Moira’s body pressed against his, her lips grazing his neck, her fingers trailing along his chest, sending sparks of desire through him. She wore a thin silk camisole and panties, the fabric clinging to her curves, her nipples faintly visible through the sheer material, her scent—a mix of jasmine and her own natural musk—filling his senses. Kevin’s breath hitched, his hands roaming her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer, the cage biting harder as his arousal surged. The anticipation of Marcus’s visit, still two days away, was a constant pulse in his mind, but the immediate ache was overwhelming.

“Moira,” he murmured, his voice thick with desperation, his lips brushing her ear. “Please, baby, unlock me. Just for tonight. I’ve been locked for five fucking days, and Marcus isn’t coming for two more. He’ll never know. I need you.”

Moira pulled back slightly, her green eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and authority, her smile wicked and unyielding. She shifted, straddling his lap, her thighs bracketing his, her warmth pressing against the cage, amplifying his torment. “Oh, Kev,” she purred, her voice a velvet taunt, her fingers tracing the outline of the cage through his boxers, sending a jolt of frustration through him. “You think you can just beg your way out? Marcus’s rules are clear, and I’m not breaking them. Besides…” Her lips curled into a teasing smirk, her eyes locking onto his with a commanding intensity. “I love you like this—helpless, aching, all your focus on me. You’ll have to make do with giving me pleasure tonight.”

Kevin groaned, his head falling back against the couch, the cage a cruel, unyielding prison that made his cock throb painfully. “Fuck, Moira, it’s killing me,” he rasped, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers trembling with need. “I just want to feel you.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing his, her breath warm and teasing, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “You will feel me, baby. Just not the way you want.” She slid off his lap, reclining back on the couch, her legs parting slightly, the silk panties clinging to her curves, a faint dampness betraying her own arousal. “Get down here,” she commanded, her tone firm but laced with desire, her eyes blazing with anticipation. “Make me cum with that mouth of yours. That’s what you get tonight.”

Kevin’s heart pounded, a mix of frustration and arousal flooding his senses, the cage a constant reminder of his submission. He slid to his knees before her, his hands trembling as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down to reveal her glistening pussy, her folds already slick with want, the scent of her arousal heady and intoxicating. He leaned in, his lips brushing the soft skin of her inner thighs, teasing her with light kisses that made her shiver, her breath hitching in anticipation. His tongue traced the outer edges of her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring her taste—sweet, musky, and uniquely hers.

Moira moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him with a gentle but firm grip as he found her clit, circling it with slow, languid strokes that drew a sharp gasp from her lips. He knew her body intimately, every telltale sign of her pleasure—the way her thighs tensed, the soft hitch in her breath, the subtle arch of her hips as she pressed herself closer to his mouth.

He varied his technique, alternating between teasing flicks and firm, sucking pressure, his lips closing around her clit to pull gently, then releasing to lap at her with broad, hungry strokes. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her fingers tightening in his hair as her hips rocked against his mouth, chasing her release.

Kevin’s caged cock throbbed painfully, the denial amplifying his focus on her pleasure, every moan and shiver from Moira a bittersweet torment that fueled his arousal. He slipped a finger inside her, curling it to find the spot that made her gasp, his tongue relentless on her clit, driving her toward the edge with a skill honed by years of intimacy. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her body tensing, her thighs quivering around his head as she neared her climax. When it hit, she cried out, her voice a raw, primal sound that echoed through the room, her pussy pulsing against his tongue, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Kevin continued, his tongue slowing but lapping gently, drawing out her aftershocks as she sank back against the couch, her chest heaving, her skin flushed with satisfaction.

Moira’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze soft but still burning with a commanding fire. She reached down, cupping his face, her thumb tracing his lips, still slick with her juices. “Good boy,” she whispered, her voice a mix of tenderness and control, sending a shiver through him. “See? You don’t need to be unlocked to make me happy.” She leaned forward, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips, a possessive edge to the kiss that deepened his submission. “Two more days, Kev. Then Marcus gets to have me, and you’ll be right where you belong—watching, aching, and loving every second of it.”

Kevin’s breath caught, the cage biting harder as his arousal surged, her words painting a vivid picture that left him trembling with need and anticipation. The torment of the cage, now a five-day weight, was a constant pulse, but Moira’s control and the promise of what was to come kept him tethered to their new dynamic, a heady mix of frustration and desire that consumed him.

The week continued to drag, each day a slow burn of torment that left Kevin raw and trembling. Moira was relentless, slipping into sheer lingerie that hugged her curves like a lover’s touch, whispering about Marcus’s size, her fingers brushing his locked cock with maddening intent. Her teasing was a constant pulse, keeping him on edge, his body a tight coil of need and frustration. By the time the day arrived, Kevin was a mess of anticipation and desperation, his mind and body consumed by the ache of denial.

Marcus arrived at their house on a Friday night, his presence a storm that filled the room with electric tension. He shook Kevin’s hand, his grip firm, his smile sharp and knowing, like a predator sizing up his prey. Then he kissed Moira’s cheek, her flush spreading like wildfire across her pale, freckled skin, her green eyes flickering with excitement. In the living room, the air was thick, crackling with unspoken promises and raw desire. Marcus took control, his voice a low, unyielding command that brooked no argument. “Alright, Kev, let’s see it. Show me the cage. Strip, right now.”

Kevin’s face burned, his heart slamming against his ribs, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding his senses. “Here? In the living room?”

Marcus’s eyes didn’t waver, his tone hard as steel, cutting through the air. “Yeah, here. Prove you’re in.” Moira watched, her breath quickening, her eyes wide with anticipation as Kevin hesitated, his fingers fumbling with his belt. He unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall, the cool air hitting his skin as the gleaming metal cage was exposed, trapping his cock in its unyielding grip, the weight of it a constant reminder of his submission. Marcus inspected it, his nod slow, a smirk curling his lips. “Solid. Nice and tight.” He turned to Moira, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate rumble. “He’s been locked for three days, like we said?”

Moira’s smile was wicked, her eyes glinting with pride and a hint of dominance. “More than that. He’s been locked for a whole week.”

Marcus’s grin widened, his approval a palpable force that seemed to charge the room. “A week? Fucking perfect.” He stepped closer to Moira, his voice low and deliberate, each word heavy with intent. “This is why I demand the cage, Moira. It puts him in the right headspace—desperate, focused, every thought on you. He won’t cum too soon and try to shut this down before we’re rolling. Keeps him burning for you, exactly where he needs to be.”

Moira nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement, her gaze flicking to Kevin, who felt a surge of raw arousal laced with a sharp edge of humiliation. The dynamic was already shifting, a current pulling them all toward something inevitable, something consuming.

Moira led them to the bedroom, her hips swaying with a deliberate, hypnotic rhythm, her confidence a living thing that pulsed in the air. She undressed slowly, peeling away her clothes to reveal her pale, freckled skin, her curves glowing in the dim, golden light of the room. Her full breasts spilled from the lace, her rounded hips a promise of pleasure that made Kevin’s cage bite harder, his trapped cock throbbing painfully. Marcus stripped, his cock springing free, its size even more daunting in person, a thick, pulsing presence that made Moira’s breath catch, her eyes locking onto it with raw, unrestrained hunger.

She sank to her knees before him, her hands wrapping around his shaft, her fingers barely meeting around its girth, the veins prominent under her touch. Her lips parted, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the head, teasing the sensitive ridge with slow, deliberate strokes before sliding deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his size. Her moans vibrated against him, low and hungry, her red hair swaying with each deliberate bob of her head, a cascade of fire against her pale skin. Kevin sat in a chair by the bed, his caged cock throbbing with a painful intensity, the sight of his wife devouring Marcus’s massive length a searing mix of agony and arousal. Her lips stretched around him, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn’t take, her movements growing more desperate, more consumed by the act.

She slowed suddenly, sensing Marcus’s breath grow ragged, his hips twitching as he neared the edge. She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva and precum, her eyes flicking up to him with a question, her chest heaving slightly. Marcus chuckled, his voice a low, primal growl that filled the room. “Don’t stop, Moira. I’m multi-orgasmic. I’ll cum, but I’ll be hard again in seconds. Keep fucking going.”

Her eyes flared with excitement, a spark of raw desire igniting in their green depths. She dove back in, her lips and tongue working him with fierce, unrelenting hunger, her hands pumping his shaft with a rhythm that matched her sucking. Marcus groaned, his hand tangling in her red hair, fingers tightening as he came, his release pulsing into her mouth with a force that made her moan. Moira swallowed, her throat working, her lips lingering on him as she pulled back, licking them with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue. True to his word, Marcus’s cock remained rigid, pulsing with readiness, a testament to his stamina that made Moira’s breath catch again.

She stood, her body radiating heat, and crossed to Kevin, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes burning with lust. She leaned down, kissing him deeply, her tongue sliding against his, and Kevin’s senses were flooded with the sharp, musky taste of Marcus’s cum, a raw, intimate violation that hit him like a shockwave. The realization seared through him, his caged cock throbbing harder, his body trembling with a mix of submission and desire, the taste both foreign and intoxicating. Her kiss was fierce, possessive, pulling him deeper into the dynamic, claiming him in the moment. “You good, baby?” she whispered, her voice thick with lust, her breath warm against his lips, before taking Marcus’s hand and leading him to the bed.

Marcus knelt between her thighs, his hands spreading her legs wide, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with a gentleness that contrasted his commanding presence. He lowered his head, his breath hot against her pussy, and began with slow, teasing licks, his tongue tracing the outer edges of her folds, savoring her taste with a reverence that made her shiver.

Moira’s body responded instantly, a soft moan escaping her lips as her hips shifted, seeking more, her fingers clutching the sheets. Marcus’s tongue found her clit, circling it with deliberate, languid strokes, each one drawing a sharper gasp from her, her breath quickening in a rhythm Kevin knew all too well. He watched, his heart pounding, as Marcus varied his technique, alternating between soft, teasing flicks and firm, sucking pressure, his lips closing around her clit to pull gently, then releasing to lap at her with broad, hungry strokes that made her thighs tremble.

Kevin recognized the signs—the way Moira’s breath hitched in short, uneven gasps, the subtle arch of her back, the way her knuckles whitened as she gripped the sheets, her body tensing like a coiled spring. These were the tells of her impending orgasm, ones Kevin had learned intimately over years, the markers of her pleasure he’d brought out countless times. But now, another man was coaxing them from her, his tongue driving her toward that edge with a skill that made Kevin’s chest tighten, a raw mix of awe, jealousy, and arousal flooding him.

The realization hit hard: Marcus was unraveling his wife, drawing out her most primal responses, and Kevin was powerless, locked in his cage, a witness to her surrender. Marcus’s hands slid under her ass, lifting her slightly to angle her better, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he buried his face deeper, his tongue dipping into her entrance, tasting her fully before returning to her clit with relentless focus.

He sensed her rising need, increasing the intensity, his tongue flicking faster, lips sucking harder, one hand sliding up to tease a nipple, rolling it between his fingers with a gentle pinch that made Moira gasp louder, her moans turning raw and desperate. Her hips bucked against his mouth, her thighs quivering around his head, her entire body taut as a bowstring. Kevin’s breath caught, his caged cock throbbing painfully as he watched her crest, her cry sharp and primal, tearing through the room as her first orgasm crashed over her, her pussy pulsing against Marcus’s tongue, waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

Her back arched off the bed, her red hair splayed across the pillows, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat as Marcus continued, his tongue slowing but lapping gently, drawing out the aftershocks as Moira’s body shuddered, her chest heaving, her moans softening into breathless sighs.

Still panting, her eyes glassy with pleasure, Moira pushed Marcus onto the bed, her movements hungry and purposeful, her body radiating a fierce determination. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, her gaze locked on his massive cock, its size both intimidating and exhilarating. She paused, her breath hitching as she positioned the head at her entrance, her fingers gripping his shaft to guide it carefully.

Moira knew she had to control this moment—Marcus’s cock was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, its girth and length daunting even in her heightened state of arousal. She lowered herself slowly, her lips parting in a soft gasp as the head pressed against her, stretching her entrance with a pressure that was both thrilling and overwhelming. Her pussy was slick from her orgasm, but she took her time, easing him inside inch by inch, her breath coming in short, deliberate exhales as she adjusted to his size. Her thighs trembled slightly, her hands braced on Marcus’s chest for balance, her nails digging into his skin as she worked him deeper, her body stretching to accommodate him. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and a faint edge of discomfort that quickly melted into a profound fullness as she took more of him, her hips rocking gently to find the right angle.

Kevin watched, his heart pounding, his caged cock throbbing painfully as Moira’s face contorted with concentration and pleasure, her green eyes half-lidded, her lips parted in a silent moan. Finally, she sank fully onto him, taking his entire length, her pussy stretched to its limits, a low, shuddering moan escaping her as she paused, savoring the sensation. She looked over at Kevin, her eyes locking onto his, her voice husky and raw with awe. “God, Kev… I’ve never felt so full,” she breathed, her words a mix of wonder and lust, each syllable hitting Kevin like a spark, igniting a storm of arousal and jealousy. She began to move, her hips grinding with a slow, deliberate rhythm at first, testing her limits, her body adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of Marcus inside her. Her movements grew bolder, more desperate, her full breasts swaying with each thrust, her moans rising into a crescendo as she chased her second climax.

Her nails dug deeper into Marcus’s chest, leaving faint red marks, her body shuddering as the pleasure built, her pussy clenching around him. She ground against him, her hips circling, finding the perfect rhythm to drive herself over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard, her cry primal and unrestrained, echoing through the room as her body convulsed, her thighs trembling, her pussy pulsing around Marcus’s cock, the intensity of it leaving her breathless, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

Marcus growled, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive strength, his dark eyes glinting with a primal hunger as he recognized the shift in her body—her flushed skin, her trembling thighs, the way her pussy gripped him tightly in the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was ready, her body primed and open, her arousal a tangible force that filled the room.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice a low, commanding rumble that cut through the air like a blade. “You’re ready now, Moira,” he said, his tone thick with certainty, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re ready to be really fucked.” The words were raw, deliberate, a promise of intensity that made Moira’s breath catch, her eyes flaring with a mix of anticipation and desire. Kevin’s heart slammed against his ribs, the declaration hitting him like a physical blow, his caged cock throbbing painfully as he watched Marcus take control, the realization that another man was about to push his wife to new heights searing into his mind.

Moira’s lips parted, her voice a husky challenge, dripping with need. “Then give me all you’ve got, Marcus,” she urged, her green eyes blazing, her body arching slightly as if inviting the onslaught. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

With a swift, powerful movement, Marcus flipped her onto her hands and knees, the bed creaking under the force of his strength, the motion fluid and commanding, like a predator positioning his prey. Moira gasped, her red hair spilling across the sheets like a fiery wave, her pale skin glowing in the dim light as she settled into the position, her ass raised, her body open and ready. Marcus knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips with a bruising intensity, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he aligned his massive cock with her entrance. He entered her in one deep, relentless thrust, his size stretching her anew, drawing a sharp, primal moan from her lips that echoed through the room. Her body rocked forward with the force, her hands clutching the sheets, her back arching as she surrendered to the intensity.

Marcus set a punishing rhythm, his thrusts hard and unyielding, each one driving deeper, filling her completely, the sound of skin slapping against skin a raw, rhythmic pulse that matched Moira’s escalating moans. Her hips pushed back to meet him, her body craving more, her cries growing louder, more desperate, as he fucked her with a ferocity that seemed to claim every inch of her.

Kevin watched, his breath ragged, his body trembling with a mix of awe, jealousy, and arousal, the sight of his wife’s complete surrender to Marcus’s power burning into him. Her red hair swayed with each thrust, her breasts bouncing beneath her, her face a mask of raw pleasure, her eyes half-closed as she lost herself in the sensation. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies, Moira’s moans, and Marcus’s low grunts, a primal symphony that underscored the intensity of the moment.

Moira’s third orgasm built rapidly, her cries sharpening, her body tensing as she neared the edge, her fingers clawing at the sheets with desperate force. When it hit, she screamed, her voice a raw, unrestrained wail that reverberated off the walls, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Marcus as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her face pressed into the sheets, her ass still raised as she rode out the overwhelming release.

Marcus’s breath grew rough, his thrusts faltering, his cock pulsing inside her. “Where do you want me, Moira?” he rasped, his voice thick with raw need, his hands tightening on her hips, fingers leaving faint red marks on her pale skin.

Her eyes, wild with lust, met his over her shoulder, her voice trembling with want. “Fill me,” she gasped, her words heavy with desire. “I want to feel your spunk exploding inside me, Marcus. Give it to me.”

Marcus groaned, his hips slamming into her as he came, his cock pulsing deep within her, his release flooding her with a force that drew a low, shuddering moan from Moira’s lips. Her body trembled, the sensation pushing her to the edge of another peak, her pussy clenching around him as she rode the aftershocks, her breath ragged, her skin glistening with sweat.

Marcus pulled out, his breathing heavy, and dressed, his movements calm but deliberate. As he reached the bedroom door, he turned to Moira, his dark eyes glinting with a knowing smirk, his voice low and confident. “I’m sure you’ll be calling me again, Moira,” he said, his tone carrying a quiet certainty that sent a shiver through the room. “And I’m looking forward to it.” He gave Kevin a brief nod, his smirk widening slightly, before stepping out, leaving a charged silence in his wake.

Moira collapsed onto the bed, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving, her red hair splayed across the pillows like a fiery halo. She turned to Kevin, her eyes soft but still burning with the afterglow of her pleasure, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. “You okay, baby?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper, her fingers reaching for the key to his cage but pausing deliberately. She lay back, her legs parting slightly, her pussy glistening, swollen, and slick with Marcus’s cum, the musky scent sharp and unmistakable in the air. “Before I unlock you,” she said, her tone firm, a commanding edge cutting through the softness, “I want you to lick me clean.”

Kevin’s breath caught, his eyes flicking to her pussy, the evidence of Marcus’s release glistening on her folds, pooling slightly at her entrance. “Moira… you’re full of him,” he said, his voice low, a mix of reluctance and lingering arousal, the taste of Marcus’s cum still vivid from her earlier kiss.

Her eyes narrowed, a playful but unyielding smile curling her lips as she dangled the key, its metal glinting in the dim light, a silent reminder of her control. “You’re still locked, baby,” she said, her voice a velvet command, sharp with authority. “If you want out of that cage, you’ll do what I say. Lick me clean. Now.”

Kevin’s heart pounded, the weight of her words sinking in, the cage a relentless reminder of his submission, its metal biting into his skin even in its absence from his thoughts for a moment.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh, the scent of her arousal and Marcus’s cum growing stronger, a heady mix that made his head swim. His tongue touched her pussy, tentative at first, tasting the sharp, musky blend of her juices and Marcus’s release, a raw, intimate act that sent a shiver of surrender through him. He licked deeper, cleaning her with slow, deliberate strokes, the taste overwhelming yet intoxicating, a testament to the night’s intensity. Moira moaned softly, her hand tangling in his hair, guiding him gently but firmly, her thighs trembling slightly as she relaxed under his touch, her pleasure evident in the soft sighs that escaped her lips.

Finally, she reached for the key, unlocking the cage with a slow, deliberate touch, the metal falling away with a soft clink. Kevin groaned as his cock sprang free, throbbing with a week’s worth of pent-up need, the sudden freedom almost painful in its intensity. “Fuck, Moira…” he managed, his voice raw, his body trembling.

She straddled him, guiding his aching cock into her slick heat, still warm and faintly slick from Marcus, her body enveloping him with a warmth that felt both familiar and charged with the night’s events. “You were incredible,” she whispered, riding him slowly, her movements deliberate, drawing out his torment with a tenderness that contrasted the raw intensity of before. Kevin’s release was a tidal wave, his body shaking as he came, spilling into her with a groan, his hands clutching her hips as he surrendered to the overwhelming intensity, his vision blurring for a moment.

Later, tangled in the sheets, Moira’s fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, her body pressed close, still radiating heat, her breath warm against his skin. “So… what did you think?” she asked, her voice a soft, teasing lilt, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

Kevin exhaled, his body still humming, his mind a whirl of desire, submission, and raw connection, the echo of Moira’s words—“I’ve never felt so full” and “Give me all you’ve got”—burning alongside Marcus’s parting promise. “Fucking intense,” he said, his voice low and rough, pausing as the weight of the experience settled over him. He turned to her, his eyes searching hers, a mix of awe and vulnerability flickering in their depths. “Watching you with him… it was like nothing I’ve ever felt. The way you surrendered to him, how you looked so fucking alive, it tore me apart and lit me up all at once. I was jealous, yeah, burning with it, but seeing you cum like that, hearing you scream… fuck, Moira, it was like I was feeling your pleasure through you. And this cage—” he shifted, the memory of its bite still vivid, “—it made every second sharper, like all I could do was focus on you, on what you were feeling. I didn’t expect to want it this much, to crave being part of it, even locked up, even helpless. It’s messed up, but it’s got me hooked.”

Her smile was wicked, tender, and hungry, her eyes glinting with promise, a spark of something new and untamed. “I think Marcus is right—I’ll be calling him again.”

Kevin’s cock stirred faintly, a muted pulse of arousal despite his exhaustion, the weight of her words sinking in. Before he could respond, Moira slid out of bed, her movements graceful but purposeful, and retrieved the chastity cage from the bedside table, its polished steel glinting in the dim light.

She knelt before him, her green eyes locking onto his with a mix of tenderness and unyielding determination, her smile both loving and commanding. “I don’t know when Marcus will be available again,” she said, her voice steady, laced with a hunger that made Kevin’s pulse quicken. “But I want to be ready. He demands you’re locked for at least three days, and I’m not missing out on another chance to feel that. You’re going back in, baby.” Her fingers moved with practiced precision, fitting the cage around his softening cock, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of her touch. The lock clicked shut, the sound sharp and final, sending a shiver through Kevin’s body as his arousal stirred faintly despite his exhaustion, the weight of her control settling over him once more.

Kevin swallowed hard, the cage’s familiar bite grounding him in the reality of their new dynamic. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low, a mix of awe and submission.

Moira leaned in, her lips brushing his, her breath warm and teasing. “Dead serious,” she whispered, her eyes blazing with promise. “This is just the beginning.”