Jason watched as Sandra walked into the kitchen, still naked and looking completely content. It was obvious she had strong feelings for Andre. She sat next to Jason and took his hand. “Thank you for tonight. It was wonderful, and I know neither Andre nor I will ever forget it.”

Jason nodded, unsure of what to say. "I, uh, saw you two when you were... You know, together."

“So you were spying on us?” Sandra asked, her tone playful.

"No, I just came out to see if you needed anything," he said. "Sorry."

“It’s okay. I didn’t send you away. You could have stayed. I appreciate everything you did tonight. Thank you.”

Jason regretted leaving, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He said, "I took a couple of pictures... three."

“Pictures, really? Do you know how risky that could be?” she asked, her voice showing concern. She already knew Andre had taken some photos, including one with her diamond ring.

"Yeah. But you two looked great together. The way you were positioned hid both your faces," Jason said, worried he might be in trouble.

“Let me see them,” Sandra said, curious.

Jason pulled up the photos on his phone.

Sandra gasped quietly. “My god, they’re beautiful. Really amazing. You did a great job keeping our faces hidden. But you know I’ll have to give you a few extra strokes for this.”

"Yes," he replied softly.

She paused, then said, “But I have a deal for you. I’ll give you three strokes for each photo, and you can keep them safely on your computer. Or you can delete them and skip the extra punishment.”

Jason hesitated just a moment before saying, “I’ll keep them.”

Sandra smiled, already knowing he would choose to keep them.

Jason knew Sandra wouldn’t be gentle with the extra strokes, but he felt it was worth it.

“So you really like this guy?” Jason asked.

“Yes, I really do. But he’s so young, and it’s going to be hard for him to leave, for both of us,” Sandra said, her voice sad. She looked away, her brow furrowed. “With Andre, things feel different. There’s a sweetness and excitement I didn’t expect. I care about him more than I thought I would, but I don’t want to hurt him. Loving you has always been a comfort, a deep, steady love that keeps me grounded. With Andre, I feel alive again, and that kind of attention wakes up something in me I’d forgotten. Being with him makes me feel playful, but it doesn’t replace how safe and understood I feel with you.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m looking for something I can’t find, or if I just want too much. I feel selfish when I think about Andre, because the excitement he brings almost makes me forget myself. But then I feel guilty, especially when I see how you look at me or remember our promises. Some nights it feels like I’m caught between desire and loyalty, and I worry I’ll mess up what matters most. I want you to know I’m grateful you trust me, even when I’m not sure I deserve it.”

“What about your heart? Will it be broken when he leaves?” Jason asked.

“Maybe. But like we said, depending on how things go for him and for us, we might keep him around as a pinch hitter. I mean, if our top candidate doesn’t work out for some reason, he can sub in. I wouldn’t mind having his huge cock inside me,” she said.

Jason suppressed a gasp, nodded, and took her hand. “I get it. I think Andre knows this is just for now. Honestly, I think it might be good for him, especially after what happened with his last lover.”

Sandra smiled, squeezed his hand, and said, “I agree. Thank you for being so understanding. You’re my rock. You hold everything together for me. I love you so much.”

They kissed for a long moment.

When they pulled apart, Jason said, “That’s exactly what I needed to hear. I love you more than ever.”

A moment later, Andre walked in. Both Jason and Sandra held their breath. He was still naked, just like Sandra. His body seemed to glow, and his soft but large penis swung as he walked, gently hitting his thighs. Even when soft, he was long, and Sandra briefly wondered how she managed to take all of him down her throat.

Sandra smiled. Even though she had climaxed while pleasuring Andre and he had returned the favor, she still wasn’t satisfied. However, she knew she’d find her release with Jason later.

Andre looked down and appeared surprised that he was naked. He looked innocent and unassuming. Then he smiled and said, “Sorry. I’ll get some clothes on.”

Sandra said, “Don’t bother; I love looking at you naked. Have some coffee with us.”

Andre shrugged and smiled. “Thanks, I’ll have a cup. I still need to pack, so I might as well stay up.”

“Well, I love it when you’re up,” Sandra said with a double meaning.

Jason laughed, but Andre didn’t get it at first. Then he burst out laughing.

Sandra smiled and said, “The coffee should help keep you up.”

Andre, going along with the joke, said, “You being naked will definitely get me back up.”

He walked over; his large penis actually appeared to be growing as he sat down naked next to Sandra on a counter stool.

Jason felt out of place in his running suit, surrounded by Andre and Sandra’s nakedness and easy closeness. The difference between them and him was obvious. Sandra looked confident, Andre seemed relaxed, but Jason felt awkward and overdressed, almost like a guest in his own kitchen. He felt a mix of insecurity and jealousy, even though he tried to ignore it. Watching Sandra smile at Andre, Jason tried not to resent how she looked at him. Still, part of him was turned on by the whole scene, caught between embarrassment and desire. His smile was uncertain as he handed Andre coffee and Sandra decaf.

Sandra turned to Jason with a smile. "You seem to be the odd man out," she declared.

Jason blinked, uncomprehending. "What?"

"You're the only one still dressed. That’s not polite. Take off your clothes," she said. Jason looked around, his face growing warm as he met Andre’s eyes. Andre just shrugged.

"Jason," Sandra's tone held a distinct warning.

He remembered the sting from a recent discipline session. The thought of upsetting her sent a chill down his back, mixed with nervous excitement in his stomach. Jason felt exposed, his urge to resist fading as he remembered her facial expression and tone. Beneath his nerves was a strange thrill he tried to ignore as he made himself obey. Slowly, he stood up and took off his jogging top.

"Hey man, you work out," Andre commented, impressed.

"Yes, I do Taekwondo. It really works the muscles," Jason replied.

"That's some kind of karate stuff, right?" Andre inquired.

"Something like that, but different. Both are good for self-defense. I’ve been practicing since I was a kid. I have a few belts in my trophy room," Jason said.

"I guess I should avoid a fight with you then," Andre quipped.

"That would be smart," Jason said, with humor in his voice.

"Pants," Sandra said, her impatience evident.

Jason hesitated, then slowly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He had no underwear on.

Andre stared for a moment, his mouth dropping open when he saw the small chastity cage. "What the fuck is that?" he said, pulling back a little on his stool. His eyes were wide, and his hands gripped the seat. For a second, he seemed frozen, not sure if he should laugh, stare, or look away. He felt a jolt of nervous energy; his breathing quickened, and he shifted in his seat, glancing between Jason and Sandra to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.

Sandra erupted in laughter, so hearty she nearly toppled from her stool.

Jason's face turned red, but then Andre's surprised reaction made him laugh too.

"No, seriously, man, what is that thing on you?" Andre asked, still wide-eyed.

"It’s a cock cage, or maybe I should say a penis cage, since what Jason has isn’t really a cock," Sandra said.

"What? What's it for?" Andre pressed.

"Well, I'll let Jason explain," Sandra said, gesturing to him.

Jason took a deep breath. "Yeah, it’s a cage. I can explain more another time, but I had a problem. I was masturbating all the time."

Andre broke into a smile. "There's a problem with that. How?"

"Well, it is if you’re ignoring your wife; it is a big problem. I actually suggested the cage because I was addicted to porn and masturbation," Jason said.

"All guys do that, but a cage seems pretty drastic, man," Andre responded.

"It had to be, or I wouldn’t still be married," Jason said.

"But you can't get off like that, or even get hard, right? I mean, unless you take it off," Andre observed.

"I haven’t had a climax the way you think of in over a year, and I never will again. But I still feel pleasure, just as strong. It’s all in my head, not my body,” Jason said.

“No, that’s not even possible,” Andre said.

Jason said, “It is possible. Imagine feeling excited all the time, with waves of anticipation and surrender building until they feel electric. Just having Sandra around me keeps me excited all the time. Sometimes, just her control, a small gesture, or a word is enough to make my whole body react. Most men feel pleasure in their bodies, but for me, it’s more in my mind. It’s hard to explain."

“Wait, you said you won’t have a climax ever again? Did I hear that right?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jason said. “That’s our agreement. I get all my pleasure from pleasing Sandra, with what I do and with my mouth—or just serving her in normal ways. Remember how excited you were when you first met Sandra? I bet you even got an erection.”

Andre nodded, looked at Sandra, and smiled. “She could get a ninety-year-old man hard.”

“Well, that is how I feel all the time, without an erection, and I have come to love it. It works for us,” Jason said.

“I’ll take your word for that,” Andre said.

Jason knew Andre would never really understand. Most people couldn’t, so he changed the subject. "I know you play golf. Next time you’re in town, let’s play a round and grab dinner. We can talk more about what I’ve learned from being caged. It’s not for everyone, but learning to use your mind as your main sex organ is worth talking about."

“Okay, man. I’d like that,” Andre said.

"I was thinking, when you come back, if Sandra agrees, maybe she could help you meet another FLR member to date. Or, if you’re ready for something more serious, maybe someone who isn’t in FLR."

Sandra's face lit up. "Oh, I love that idea!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "I'll get to work on it if you want."

Andre smiled. "I know I won't find anyone like you, but I am willing to try."

Sandra smiled.

"Good," Jason said.

Jason watched Sandra lean over and kiss Andre. He saw her tongue in his mouth and could tell she wanted him again. At the same time, her hand slipped to his bare thigh. He could see she was getting excited, and so was Andre. Jason’s heart sped up, wondering if the night was really over. A moment later, he realized it wasn’t.

Sandra bit her lip and looked at Jason. Since it all began, they had developed an intuitive sense and could communicate without words. When she saw his face, she made her decision; she slipped off her stool and moved it aside, then went to her knees in front of Andre.

Andre’s face lit up, and his cock started to grow faster.

Jason felt his head spin, and he almost fell off the stool. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. His mouth went dry, and his hands shook as he saw his wife on her knees between Andre’s legs. Jason tried to act calm and took a sip of his coffee, but his shaking hands gave him away.

Andre looked amazed, just like Jason. “I know I am in good shape, but you are going to kill me, woman,” he joked as she grasped his growing erection.

Sandra chuckled as she held Andre's penis and said, “What a way to go.” Then she lowered her head. Her eyes on his face, she lifted his cock and slowly licked it from top to bottom and then back again. Then she moved down to his large balls and licked them, gently licking them until they were dripping.

Andre moaned, and so did Jason as Sandra took him into her mouth. The room immediately filled with sexual tension and the now familiar sound of Sandra’s mouth sucking him. She only had the head in her mouth.

It felt surreal to Jason, unlike anything he’d imagined. He’d seen her on camera, in the mirror in the SUV, and on the sofa before, but this was different. Now he was close enough to touch Sandra as she lovingly sucked the head. Then she took more and more into her mouth, moving slowly up and down. Even though he felt jealous, he shifted in his seat to get a better view of her mouth on his cock. The video hadn’t been this clear on the dark porch, but now it was right in front of him in their own kitchen. He never thought he’d see something so intimate. He wondered if he should leave them alone, but he would make that mistake again.

It took Sandra much longer this time to get Andre off, and she enjoyed it. She always loved drawing it out, but with Jason, it never lasted a minute. She planned to take her time and savor this, since she didn’t know if she’d ever get to do it again with Andre. Her eyes met Jason’s, and she saw the excitement on his face. Slowly, she took Andre deeper, gagging a little but not stopping.

Jason couldn’t believe he was watching his wife take a cock down her throat, right there in the kitchen.

Sandra pulled back, took a breath, and started again. She pushed down, taking more and more of him. With one last push, she had all of him. She paused, letting him feel her throat muscles around him. She knew her previous lovers enjoyed that. Then she had to breathe, so she pulled back and took another gasp of air before doing it again and again—the room filled with gulping sounds.

Jason’s heart pounded in his chest. He had never seen anything like it. He knew she could take all of him and had seen it on camera, but this was much clearer. He could hear it too, and almost smell it.

Sandra closed her eyes as she slid Andre’s cock slowly deeper until her lips actually touched his wet balls.

Jason had no idea where it all went. Jason could see Andre’s cock moving in her throat. He thought about taking another photo, but decided three was enough; besides, there was no way to hide her face.

After almost ten minutes, Sandra began to move faster, now eager for her reward. She felt Andre tense and knew he was close. She pulled back just in time to take his release; she didn’t want it to go down her throat without tasting it. She swallowed several times and had two small climaxes before pulling back, looking up at Andre, who looked amazed. Sandra licked her lips with a smile, cleaned any residue from his shaft, and calmly took her seat again.

Jason noticed some of Andre’s cum on her chin, but he didn’t say anything.

“Wow,” Andre said. “That was amazing. Thank you so much. I’m so weak; it's going to be hard to pack tonight.”

Sandra smiled and said, “My pleasure.”

Andre looked at his watch and said, “I hate to run, but I gotta do it.” Then he leaned over and gave Sandra a peck on her lips before going to get dressed.

As soon as Andre walked away, Sandra turned to Jason and pulled his mouth to hers. Jason would have gasped, but he couldn’t. He could clearly taste Andre’s cum on her tongue. He felt lightheaded and had to grab the counter. His cage tightened around his pulsing penis.

“He tastes delicious, doesn’t he?” she said.

Jason could barely speak but said, “Uh... I don’t have too much to compare it to.”

“But you tasted it before. Quite a lot of it, if I remember correctly,” she said.

She was right; he had swallowed quite a lot of it after the last date. His face turned red, but he didn’t respond.

A few minutes later, Andre came back, now dressed.

“Sorry, man, didn’t mean to keep you guys up all night,” Andre said.

“It’s okay. I’m getting used to it since Sandra started dating.”

Sandra said, “I’ll sleep in tomorrow. You exhausted me too, but in a good way.”

Andre smiled.

After a bit more small talk, Andre reluctantly said he should head home. Jason went and got dressed. When he came back, Sandra was in Andre’s arms again, and they were kissing. She was still naked. Jason thought she would have gone down on him again if he’d let her.

A few moments later, Jason and Andre were in the SUV heading to his apartment.

Andre said, “Man, you have one sexy and wonderful wife there. You are a very lucky man.”

“I know,” Jason said.

“How... uh... I mean, why do you, you know, let her go out with other guys?” he asked haltingly. “I could never do that.”

“We have a very unusual relationship, but it’s based on real love. Sandra said she told you why she’s dating. It’s no one’s fault. I can’t help how I was born, but it’s still hard knowing I can’t satisfy her the usual way. I couldn’t lose her, so this was the best option. Honestly, it started a long time ago, after a long talk about her needs. I realized how much I wanted her happiness, even if it meant letting go of what I thought marriage should be. She needs what I can’t give her, and I’m man enough to let her have it. But don’t get me wrong, it tears me up seeing her with other guys, and she hasn’t even slept with one yet,” Jason said.

“I get it, man. If she were mine, I would probably do anything she wanted to keep her. She loves you a lot. I hope I can find that kind of love one day,” Andre said.

“You’re a good guy, Andre, and I am sure you will find the right lady. I heard about your affair with your college professor and how it ended. That’s tough, too,” Jason said.

“Yeah, she broke my heart. She was good in bed and really loved it up the butt,” Andre said with a laugh.

“I’ve never done that,” Jason said.

Andre said, “She loved it, and so did I. I don’t know how she took it all, but she did. Anyway, she was much older, and I knew she was using me. Not that it was all bad—I really enjoyed our time together. I wish she’d ended it better.” He paused, looking down. “I used to think being wanted by her meant something real. At first, I felt special, and it gave me confidence. But when she moved on so fast, I realized that I was filling a space, helping her feel young, and when that ended, I felt empty. She basically sent me an email. It hurt. Sometimes when I get close to someone new, like Sandra, I hold back. I can’t tell if I’m just a fling or if someone sees more in me. I guess part of me worries about giving too much and being left behind again. Being vulnerable with someone is almost as scary as being alone. I want to believe a real connection is possible for me, too. That’s why tonight means more than I expected. When I see you two together, it reminds me that a good couple can have love, even if it isn’t traditional.”

“We are anything but traditional. But don’t let the past spoil your future. There are women out there like Sandra,” Jason said.

“Not that many,” Andre said. “But thanks for allowing me to share a little part of your life. If I make the big leagues, I will send you lifetime passes to my games. I owe you big,” Andre said.

“I’ll hold you to that, especially if you come back to a team near us,” Jason said.

They fell silent for a time, each in their own thoughts.

Jason broke the silence when he said, “So, you do play golf?”

“Yes. I was on the high school team. Used to be a scratch golfer, but I haven’t played in a while,” he said.

“Well, I just joined a country club, and you’re welcome to join me anytime. I can’t compare to you, but give me ten strokes, and we’ve got a game,” Jason said.

Andre laughed and shook Jason’s hand. “Deal.”

A few moments later, Jason was shaking Andre’s hand again, and then they hugged.

“Good luck, and I want to see you on a cereal box,” Jason said.

“A cereal box?” Andre said.

“Just a joke. Good luck, man,” Jason said, then headed back home.

When Jason walked in, he was surprised to see Sandra still naked, awake, and reading on the sofa.

“Oh, I thought you would be asleep,” he said.

“No, I wanted to wait for you to get home. Get naked and come over here. I want to snuggle with you,” she said, holding her arms open.

Jason was elated and quickly stripped.

Sandra wanted to show Jason that even though she had been with a lover—one she had done everything with except intercourse—she still wanted him most of all. She wanted him to feel loved and treasured, which he was.

Jason crawled onto the sofa next to Sandra and took her in his arms. They kissed, and he could still taste Andre. Her body also carried his scent. He knew he’d have to get used to that once she had a permanent lover.

“So did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Jason asked.

“Oh God, yes. He is a wonderful young man, and I envy the girl who recognizes that.”

“So, I was surprised to see you two... you know, taking care of each other at the same time.”

“That was a pleasant surprise,” she answered, knowing that there was a second question coming.

“Uh... well, how... uh... was he...” Jason stuttered.

“Are you asking about how he is at oral sex?” she said, knowing Jason needed reassurance. “As I told you before, he’s not nearly as good as you, and I meant it. Not even close. You know all the right places. He might improve if someone teaches him, but he’ll never be as dedicated to pleasing me as you are. And speaking of that, I could use that professional mouth of yours right now.”

Jason smiled in surprise at her use of the word ‘professional,’ but didn’t hesitate. He stood up, took Sandra in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. A moment later, he was between her legs, her legs on his shoulders. He wanted to prove what she’d said about his skill. He was going to reclaim her and do something most of her new lovers couldn’t or wouldn’t do. That was his place.

He started by kissing down her thighs, leaving little love bites along the way. As he got closer to her center, he could smell her excitement. She was very wet, swollen, and glistening, and he realized she was becoming almost insatiable. He loved how wet she got. He didn’t dive right in; he teased around her center, making her squirm. When she tried to grab his head, he pulled back and whispered, “Not yet.” He wanted to make sure she knew he was the best at oral sex.

She moaned as he pulled away and then kissed all the way up to her breasts. He licked and sucked them as she squirmed under him.

“Please,” she begged.

Finally, he gave in and went back between her legs. This time, she made sure he didn’t leave, grabbing his head and wrapping her legs around his neck. He would have smiled if his mouth wasn’t busy. He went to work, quickly finding her clitoris and teasing it gently. That was enough to bring her to a climax. He pulled away, not letting her come again until he was ready. He started over, kissing down her thighs until he reached her wet lips again. She climaxed again right away. Jason kept going until she was writhing in ecstasy. Then she relaxed, exhausted. But he wasn’t done yet. He had one last duty... one that Andre had not performed. No one but him had done this to her. It was his specialty and something he loved. He turned her over and spread her ass cheeks. She moaned but was too exhausted to move. He bent to his task with enthusiasm. It took a while, but she finally began to moan as he worked his magic on her rear hole. He lifted her hips and put a pillow under them, then went back to work. He took his time and brought her to several final climaxes.

When Sandra finally turned back over, she smiled at him. “No one could eat me as you do—front and back. It is special, and I adore it. Now, I need to get some sleep. Don’t forget that tomorrow I am pegging you.”

He didn’t need to be reminded. It was never far from his mind. He knew he was ready, or as ready as he could be. Yet, while he was excited, he was still very nervous. Mostly because he didn’t want to disappoint Sandra, he feared he wouldn't be able to take it. Actually having someone at the other end of the artificial cock pushing it in and out was very different from the devices he was used to. He resolved to do his best and trust Sandra. She had never been wrong, and he never failed at the challenges she had given him. He would make this work, too.

The next morning, Jason woke up early, feeling nervous as he walked to the kitchen. The sunlight seemed extra bright, making everything feel more exposed. He was surprised to see Sandra already up and dressed, smiling at him as if she knew what was coming. They both knew today was the day. For weeks, Jason had thought about it, and now it was finally happening. Sandra was going to peg him, and there was no turning back.

Jason went through his morning routine in a daze. Every small action, like pouring coffee or buttering toast, felt important and full of anticipation. Memories of the previous night lingered, now mixed with a new feeling: nervousness and excitement, a restless flutter in his chest. A strong tension hung between them. Sandra gave him lingering glances, brushed past him, and neither of them brought up the topic, as if saying it would make it too real.

He reminded himself he’d prepared for this. He’d trained his body and used the largest plug for hours at a time without much discomfort. Still, his heart pounded. This would be different. With Sandra, it would be intimate, not just practice, but a real act of trust. The anticipation built slowly, making his desire and fear stronger with every minute. Each time he looked at Sandra, he felt excitement, dread, and longing, all mixed, pulling him toward what was about to happen.

To Be Continued