The Key

Just a thanks to all of you for your gracious comments on the previous chapter, and to let you know I'm in final editing of Chapter 23. While my work schedule is still a bitch with all the travel lately, I do hope to post it soon. Your replies are very much appreciated, guys!

Don

Don Jetman

Thank you for the continuation of this story, like any great author you keep the suspense growing. Will he or will he not ever fuck again?
I anxiously await!

Thanks, Techcuck - I think that's the ultimate question our protagonist struggles with every second of every day. So, on with the next chapter - down the rabbit hole...

Don

The Key - 23


I was waiting by Charles's office when he arrived the next day. He didn't look like he was glad to see me there, but let me in and offered me a seat.

"Did you see it?" I asked, furious over another one of Juliet's sick games. "The video of Juliet and Amanda?"

He looked up at me as though I had lost my mind. Then I thought I saw a hint of a well-controlled smile for just a second.

"I haven't, sport, but I have to say, that would be something to see."

"You have to keep Juliet under control, Charles. Amanda is frantic with fear and embarrassment. She paid me a quick visit last night. She's desperate for you to do something. It's affecting her work with the Waltzes. Do you really want that?"

Charles sighed and took a minute to think before answering. I had seen him throttle Juliet during the office party, and I knew at times she was a thorn in his side.

"Are you sure Amanda didn't enjoy herself, at least a little? She has become quite a shameless little slut - for the right men, that is. It's quite extraordinary, actually. But pussy? I have to admit, this is completely unexpected."

"She's not hungry for pussy, Charles! She looked terrified. I don't even know where it took place. Amanda tried to resist, but she looked like Juliet had used one of your 'additives', probably in Amanda's ***** or food. After a while, she just let Juliet do whatever she wanted to her."

Charles raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

"And 'after a while', was Amanda, well, enthusiastic? Juliet is quite skilled at what she does - it's why I tolerate her penchant for extremes at times. She actually prefers women, and I'm sure your pretty little Amanda would be a particularly juicy prize."

Charles leaned forward over his desk. His smile widened, and I could see his imagination working overtime. Or, maybe he had witnessed as much or more of Juliet's time with Amanda as I had.

"Because you've come to me for help, I want you to consider what I must tell you, sport. Amanda's a changed woman. She's not the woman you married. She's done things, even right in front of you, that you never could have thought possible. Now, I'm not blaming you for all those past years of cluelessness and neglect. No one man can be everything to a woman like Amanda. But are you absolutely certain you know what her needs are now? Can you honestly say discovering Amanda enjoys a woman's attention isn't a blow to your male ego? Maybe just a little? It's okay to admit it, sport. I'm betting you got a bit of a chub on while you watched them. Am I right? Maybe while Amanda was cumming for a beautiful, strong, assertive woman like Juliet? I'm getting one myself just thinking about them together."

Charles could imagine anything he liked, but I'd be damned if I was going to let Amanda take any of the blame. Still, I cringed when Charles's question brought to mind Amanda's orgasm as Juliet plowed into her with the huge strap-on.

"She was a victim, Charles. Juliet's victim. It has to stop."

"I'll tell you what, sport - I'm having Amanda stop by today. Let me hear her side of your story before I talk to Juliet. Besides, I need her to update me on her progress with the Waltzes. I wouldn't worry too much if I were you; I know Juliet can go off the rails sometimes, but I'm usually able to make her see the error of her ways and explain the consequences of her selfish actions. But you have to understand that Juliet is useful to me now and then, for the very same activities you find extreme. Her fearlessness can be a real asset."

Amanda arrived later that morning, strutting past our row of offices with focused determination. Like everyone else, I stared as she passed. I wondered if I'd ever get used to it - the way she held her head a little higher, her shoulders back, her body more erect with breasts thrust forward, still so eager to show them off. The contrast between their fullness, the round, firm mounds of flesh Nickolas had given her, and her new, lean, athletic body was sure to attract the attention of both men and women. They'd see her as an exotic creature to be pursued and won - a trophy to be used, enjoyed, and passed along to a hungry, waiting line of predators. I was shaken when I realized Charles's new Amanda would probably enjoy that - then cringed when I imagined Amanda as the real predator.

She entered Charles's office without knocking and closed the door behind her. It reminded me how familiar they had become; no one dared to invade his inner sanctum, and those that had never forgot his fury. It made anticipating what was to come excruciating, but I didn't have to wait long. She and Charles left for lunch a few minutes later, shoulder against shoulder, his hand resting on her perfect ass. They faced each other in the elevator as Amanda's face beamed up at him. Just as the doors were closing, I saw his hand snake upward under the front of her dress.

I knew how much Charles liked other men seeing Amanda on his arm, especially after the Waltzes had remade her. I wondered what people thought of them as a couple; their age difference was great enough to suggest a wealthy, older man had paid for a call girl to spend the day, and likely the night with him. She could have been his d a u g h t e r, but the clingy, knit dress and high-heeled, silver sandals suggested otherwise. I was certain Nickolas was dressing her now, and his tastes had proved to be as daring as they were expensive. I couldn't help wonder if "lunch" included Charles fucking her in one of his favorite exclusive hotels. Would I, along with everyone in our office, be able to tell he had his cock in her while they were out?

I spent my lunch hour watching the elevator doors, desperately hoping Amanda wouldn't appear to be freshly fucked when they returned. An hour later the doors opened and they crossed to Charles's office. Amanda strode confidently beside him, obviously proud of her place beside him. She wore her new breasts like treasured trophies, and was rewarded by endless stares from the men, and even a few envious looks from one or two women. She and Charles chatted as they walked. Her eyes were on him much of the time, and she laughed when he joked with her about the waiter ogling her during lunch. "I'm getting used to it," she told him. "Nickolas loves it - as long as they don't touch."

Amanda now displayed a mix of confidence and sexiness more ostentatiously than any woman I had even seen. It struck me that she showed none of the worry and fear I saw in her the night before. Then again, that had always been Charles's mystifying effect on her, from the very first minute she had laid eyes on him.

The image of Amanda strutting through the maze of cubicles lingered after they disappeared into Charles's office. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, leaving tantalizing hints of her body through the open weave. There was no doubt she wore nothing under it. The way it emphasized her new breasts was h y p n o t i z i n g; it wasn't only their firm, perfectly round shape - it was the startling outline of her engorged nipples that caught everyone's eyes. She certainly looked aroused, as though the anticipation of being filled by his huge cock preoccupied her. Seeing that she still proudly wore the sparkling Waltz anklet consumed me with deeply felt h u m i l i a t i o n and erotic agitation.

I was relieved when Charles finally summoned me to his office; I had worried that I wouldn't be by Amanda's side when the subject of Juliet's behavior came up. Knowing Charles's persuasive hold on her, Amanda would need me there to counter it with a reminder of her state of mind the night before. I feared the worst when I saw her fall under his influence again when they returned from lunch.

I opened the door to his inner office to find Amanda pulling her dress up along her body and Charles adjusting his belt. She didn't seem at all embarrassed and smiled at me as she stretched the soft knit up over her breasts.

"You'll be glad to know that Amanda and I have come to an agreement, sport," he told me. "Juliet won't be a problem in the future, in return for a small favor from both of you. I'm recruiting a replacement for one of my salesmen, and I'd like the two of you to lend me a hand. I can't think of anyone as perfect for the job - by now you know what I look for in a new employee. You'll find it a bit unusual, but keep in mind that you're doing me a valuable favor. The company needs new b l o o d, and it must be a good fit. I'm sure you both know what that means."

Amanda and I looked at each other, then nodded.

"So, will I have to have sex with him?" Amanda asked. "Or is it just his wife that interests you?"

Charles grinned and did a slow clap. "See, sport? See how this wife of yours has become my favorite girl? She's a company girl through and through. She always knows what I'm thinking. Her intuition is remarkable. No, Amanda, you won't have to fuck him. But I do need you to show his wife how the benefits of becoming 'good company wife' will drastically improve their lifestyle. And I'm sure the inevitable subject of 'cock' you ladies whisper about when your husbands aren't around will be a perfect opportunity to help her become a shameless addition to our little family. A bit of your persuasive influence is all I expect. I'll do the rest."

Amanda smiled at him as she continued to adjust the top of her dress to contain her breasts. "I can do that, Charles," she offered. "I'm sure I know what you want. But what about her husband?"

"Well, you can help with that, can't you, sport? It won't take much - just a little sympathy while he comes to terms with finding his wife prefers my cock to his. You know what that's like now, don't you? Yes, I know you do. A little angst at first, then the surprising boner you get when it happens? Don't worry - I'll know exactly who I'm hiring. Just like I knew who you were, sport."

Charles came from behind his desk, went to Amanda, and lifted her chin with his finger. I stood frozen to the carpet as he leaned closer and kissed her deeply. A soft moan rose from Amanda's throat, and her hand moved to his crotch where her fingers closed around the bulge in his pants. After Charles broke the kiss, her fingers continued to dig more deeply into the front of his pants, clutching and squeezing his cock as it grew to its immense, full length and girth.

"Tell your husband what you've found down there, Amanda," he told her with his familiar, wide grin.

She looked over at me, still smiling.

"He's hard again, sweetie - and very big."

"There was a time when that surprised her, sport. Surprised that I'd be so hard so soon after we've fucked. Now, well, she just loves that it happens. Go ahead - tell him, Amanda."

Her smile grew wider as she stared at me, her eyes sparkling with the kind of teasing she knew excited me when I watched them together.

"I do love his cock, sweetie, you know I do. We fucked on his desk, just a while ago. I thought of you there, alone in your office, so close to us, wondering if he'd take me before I leave. I love it when you think of me like that - your loving wife, naked, cumming on his desk. You do love imagining me that way, don't you, sweetie? You do - I can tell you do."

There were times when I was alone with Amanda when I wanted to agree to every filthy suggestion she had. Just hearing her talk about how another man's cock had brought her so much joy excited me to no end. And watching her while she posed those questions, well, the expression on her face, the way her body betrayed her explicit honesty before my very eyes, all of it had occupied both my waking hours and my dreams. But there was a darkness to my reaction when Charles prompted it. He knew my s u b m i s s i o n was achingly torturous when Amanda confessed her secret desires to me in front of him. As much as I tried to avoid reacting to his humiliating insinuations, my dick always became a swollen, frustrated prisoner, desperately trying to escape my cage's bars to freedom. Charles could have her any time he summoned her, while thoughts of being inside her again, in spite of knowing there was no chance of it actually taking place, drove me mad with urgency and angst.

In front of Charles, my s u b m i s s i o n was clouded by guilt and h u m i l i a t i o n. He was truly the kind of man Amanda had craved for so many years of our marriage, and he made me less of a man in Amanda's eyes, at least in the bedroom. He had taken my wife's body from me with so little effort and locked me in this cage that assured I'd never have her. I felt weak and helpless in front of him, and I knew Amanda could see it. I cringed when I saw how my s u b m i s s i o n to him excited her. It had from the very beginning. Her velvety words had delivered barely detectable, tiny cuts to my ego over time. I couldn't remember when the cuts had become deeper, constant reminders that her husband wasn't the man who could ever satisfy her. Maybe it was about the time her words began to get me hard, every time - some perverse compensation for allowing other men to give her what I couldn't. Had I found a safe refuge where masturbating while my wife's pussy was used by more "worthy" men became the new "normal"? Oh God...

But I had no choice - we were completely owned by him. So, staring back into Amanda's eyes, I told her, "You're right, Amanda. I know it's what you want, what you need, and I want to see you happy. I don't know why, but I get hard seeing you cum with his cock in you. You were never like that when we had sex - you're so, um, ravenous when he fucks you. The look on your face when you cum, it just..."

She was still playing with him, clasping the outline of his rigid cock through his pants, smiling as I answered her.

"It is huge, isn't it?" she said, stepping aside as she pumped him to give me a better look. "I do wish you had one like it, don't you?"

What was she doing? What had brought this reemergence of her darker side into the light so effortlessly in the midst of all her fears? Had Charles coached her to add a humiliating flourish to our meeting, or had he simply set free the Amanda whose uncensored urges and fantasies made her wet when she was encouraged to let them out to play?

"I - I do, Amanda. I'd give anything to have what he has - to make you happy."

"Try to imagine it, sweetie. Try to imagine you're him. Imagine you're this big..."

She went to her knees, opened his pants, and let his cock spring into the light, inches from her face. I moaned when she took it in her mouth. I wanted so much for it to be me. She sucked him slowly, lovingly, then paused and looked directly at me, circling his cock tightly at its base with her delicate fingers, teasing me with the sight of his throbbing monster.

I was screaming inside, my dick expanding painfully against my cage. She had let the top of the dress slide off her breasts as she worked on him, and I marveled at how beautiful they were as Charles fondled them. Watching her sweet lips glide over his immense shaft, there, in the busy office where I worked, was too much for me. The words ran through my head, stubbornly, relentlessly, obliterating all other thoughts. "She's my wife - my wife - my beautiful, loving wife... ".

I recognized the initial, futile spasms all too well, the shuddering deep in my belly and groin. I knew they would t o r t u r e me until they faded into a frustrating ache. Then would come my willingness to submit, to Charles, and to Amanda. Instead, I felt the sudden surge rise and exit, then the cool, wet progress of it down my thigh. I hadn't touched myself, yet the scene before me was enough to release a torrent of stored semen that continued to ooze from my cage. Amanda and Charles stared with surprise and amusement as they watched the uncontrollable thrusting of my hips. I moaned - I actually moaned in front of them. The overwhelming power of it took me to another place, one where I no longer cared.

Amanda looked up at Charles, smiled, and told him, "It's your turn now. That's what he wants. That's what my husband wants - to see you cum, to see me swallow you, to see me take everything you give me."

It was enough to coax him over the edge. He groaned as he thrust his hips into her. Amanda closed her mouth around him and drank. Her hands went to his balls, gently massaging them as though she welcomed every drop they contained. Amanda was right - I wanted to be him. I wanted to have a cock like his. I thought of all the times they had fucked, all the times Amanda had gulped his semen, and how much of it she had taken inside her. The barrage of thoughts was both exciting and horrifying - the gallons of sperm he had spewed into my wife's perfect body while mine lay decaying and wasted inside me. Her body was completely his now. He would always be her addiction, and I the hapless husband who enabled it.


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Amanda stopped by my office as she was leaving. She appeared fearless and happy; comparing her attitude to that of the night before still puzzled me. Had Charles been so reassuring that she no longer feared Juliet's perverted games? Or was it merely sex with Charles that buoyed her mood? I admired her new body, but she had become a new, disorienting woman, inside and out. At times I truly feared my Amanda was slipping away from me. She had become an irresistible, wanton siren to every man who laid eyes on her. Amanda was a wife I no longer knew at times, one who wasn't mine at all.

"You're staring again," she reminded me. "You like my dress? I know it's not something you'd expect me to wear, but Nickolas loves showing off my body. It's actually very comfortable. And, I get a lot of attention in it."

"It's stunning," I told her. "You get more beautiful every time I see you. And, well, sexier, too. I guess Nickolas helps with that look better than I ever did. But no, I never thought you'd wear clothes like this. Now I wish I'd have suggested it."

"I'd have loved that, sweetie. But I doubt showing me off to other men was something you'd have considered back then. You never seemed to notice my body yourself, but you were always kind of jealous when other men did, well, until..."

"Until Charles, you mean. Yeah, I still don't understand it."

She grinned, then moved closer and put her arms around me.

"I think you do. He's my fantasy, the one you couldn't make real. That's all. He opened me up, and he also made you part of it. He's made me what I am today - the woman you can't pry your eyes away from. You wouldn't want me any other way, would you? Be honest."

I looked down into the space between her breasts. I had never seen them so inviting.

"But it's more than that, Amanda. I convinced myself that Vicente was just a fling, and part of your job. Yes, I was jealous, but I knew it would end. Nickolas has changed you, physically. You're not the same woman I married anymore. I love your new look, but it's something another man did to you to please himself. I had no say in it. He's altered my wife in ways I never could. I wasn't even made aware of it until I saw you like this. In his way, he also made you bait for other men. It's arrogant of him, and makes me feel less like your husband now. You're - just so, seductive now; I can't stop imagining that you're hungry for every man you meet. Are you? Your nipples are always hard, and he picks clothes that make sure men notice. He wants men to want you, but doesn't want them to touch you. It's like you've has become his prized toy, one he loves flaunting as a sex-starved wife he's taken from her husband. Don't you see that?"

Her hand went to my cage, then grasped it lightly, moving her fingers along the rows of steel bars.

"I'm not 'hungry for every man I meet', silly. I do enjoy men admiring me. I'm proud of my body. I want people to notice it. I especially love that it excites you too, even with your little bouts of jealousy. My nipples? They're always hard because it was an extra procedure Nickolas wanted the doctor to add when my breasts were done. I know it's a bit slutty; it's difficult to hide under the clothes he buys me. He was clever though - feeling my clothes rub against them does keep me aware that my body is the constant object of men's attention, and it does make me a little wet at times thinking about that, especially when it's a man I'd like to have sex with. I've seen the way you look at me now. Admit it - don't you get hard when I'm close to you? Don't you get excited knowing so many men want your wife the instant they see me? I think I can feel that you do. Your little cage doesn't hide it completely."

I was at a loss for words. Amanda knew me too well, and I knew she could feel my cage twitch and throb as she fondled it. She had seen me hard so many times while another man fucked her - she had even seen me cum while she took their immense cocks inside her. I had become defenseless against both Charles's and Amanda's suggestions and accusations that I enjoyed having my wife fuck other men, especially men with cocks that were twice the size of mine. I knew Amanda was trying to provide answers and a bit of comfort, but she had also renewed the awareness of my defeat at a time when I struggled to find a way out for us.

"I've given up trying to hide it from you," I said. "I know that there are better men than me in your bed, and that you've found enough of them to see that for yourself. I did have hope that after Juliet's visit with you that we may find a way to go back to some kind of normal life together, and that I'd get to make love to you again eventually. I know I wouldn't be enough for you, but maybe you could make do with what I can give you, at least now and then."

Amanda looked away and thought for a minute.

"I suppose we could look into the future, sweetie, or at least try to imagine it. But it seems so uncertain, and we've come so far. It scares me a little. I need these men, sweetie. Men who can finally give me what you - well, you know. I don't know why I have to have them, but I can't help myself, just like you can't understand why you get off watching me with them.

"Looking back, at first it was Charles's way with me that was hard to resist. He's a rich, confident, aggressive man, and submitting to someone like that has always been one of my dark secrets. But it's completely physical now; I know what a huge penis feels like inside me now, and when I find a man with one, a man who really acts like a man who will take me, win me, I'll do almost anything to give in to him. I know that makes me such a slut in your eyes, and at times I regret how you must see me.

"Then, at other times, I want you to see me as that slut - I want to rub your nose in it, to make you pay for those years that were so disappointing, those years that made me want my fantasy men even more. I have these thoughts of your penis wasting away in your cage, unused for so long it won't even be able to enter me again. And all the while, you're so desperately horny for me. You can only masturbate, often while I let you watch other man fuck me. All you have left is suffering with your fantasies - just like I suffered for all that time.

"You never knew, but I had reached the point where I was ready to give up on you and give myself completely to another man should my fantasy man come along, a man who could simply take me from you the first time we fucked. Imagine my surprise when I found fucking other men got you hard. It made everything so much easier. There were times when you watched me being filled with a big cock and I saw you get hard, I came instantly. They were such powerful orgasms, more intense than any I'd ever had. It was the ultimate act of love to me, my husband offering me the most intimate gift a wife could receive, amazing sex, even if it required another man to deliver it. Finally, I think it was your s u b m i s s i o n, to me and my lover, that added to my joy during a new kind of sex. Your honesty and acceptance became so genuine, offered so helplessly before me, even when you saw men much bigger and better than you in bed make me cum so effortlessly in the same bed we shared as husband and wife.

"Now I know you enjoy all of it just as much as I do. So, what kind of future could we have without men like Charles, or Vicente, or Nickolas, the men who get both of us off, the men who made us what we are today?"

"But we might go back, with an understanding, couldn't we?" I begged. "Just look at you - you wouldn't need Charles to find men to fuck you. And I could look the other way when you did. But I'm your husband. Couldn't I lose this cage and make love to you sometimes so I wouldn't get so desperately horny for you?"

Amanda released my cage, took a step back from me, and looked into my eyes.

"You would do that, wouldn't you? Willingly give me to other men, any men I choose, whenever I want them? I know you believe you would, but sweetie, these are questions I don't think you should ask now, and I doubt you'd want an honest answer. Let's just be thankful for what we have at this point. I'm used to sacrificing my body for Charles's business ambitions, and for our own positions here. I do know that Juliet can't be a part of my future, and if Charles can't control her, I'll have to make a decision."

My cage had become painfully confining as thoughts of making love to Amanda again surfaced. I was shaking, so desperate for her, driven to nervous exhaustion by the sight of her delicious body displayed before me. I didn't care that Nickolas had given her that body, dressed her in clothes I could never afford, or flaunted her taught flesh in front of his friends and then fucked her day and night. Maintaining my composure became impossible.

"Please, Amanda! Oh, please, please, please - I'm begging you! Get me out of this cage so I can cum again! Let me try to fuck you again, please! I'll do anything! I'll let you fuck other men any time you want! You can bring them home to our bed! Just please - can't we escape all this and find a way to be together again? I'm begging you!"

Amanda sighed, turned and walked to the door. When she looked at me again, I saw both pity and contempt on her face.

"I hate it when you beg, sweetie. It makes you seem so small. Be a man, and be patient. Because I promise you, you don't want to know how I'd answer you right now. Nickolas is expecting me to be there when he returns from his trip. He'll be horny, and he'll take me to bed and fuck me the way he always does. And after, he'll tell me things he'd never
tell Charles. That's my life now - it's what I live for. It's the challenge, the contract, and yes, his cock. Until you can guarantee I can have just as much without Charles, we'll both have to accept and make the best of things the way they are. Maybe you should appreciate what we have instead of crying about your dick. That's my answer."

I watched her lithe body do its cat-like stroll as she turned and walked confidently through my office door. The sudden bright glint of the Waltz anklet seemed to deliver a pointed reminder of her final words to me. I found I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to fuck her again. It was the body Nickolas had given her that I ached for. It was also the body he would fuck that night, likely never thinking of Amanda as my wife at all. As she disappeared from sight, I imagined her riding him, taking every inch of his thick cock down to its flared, pulsing root. I could see her smiling blissfully, knowing he would make her cum over and over until he put her down and out for the night, drenched inside and out with his virile sperm.

I glanced down to find a growing, dark, wet line on the leg of my pants where my cum had inched its way down my thigh after leaving Charles's office. The rows of bars bit into me as my dick throbbed against them, sending their usual message that Nickolas was sure to give my wife everything I could not.


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I stayed late at work with plans to make my way home after everyone left for the day, hoping my stained khakis would go unnoticed until then. I was exploring the deeper, hidden warrens of Charles's network when he surprised me at my office door.

"There he is - working his ass off for me long after he should be home, doing, well, whatever it is you do at home these days. Maybe I should have Amanda visit more often if it motivates you to sacrifice more of your own time for me," he teased, with his usual pompous grin.

He couldn't resist dredging up visions of Amanda gulping his cum down her throat, there in his office while I watched. It was all I could do to keep from telling him to go fuck himself. God, the amount of his cum she must have swallowed. And she seemed to love it. She had never done that with me, always complaining that it made her jaw ache, and afterwards about the unpleasant taste of my semen. I could tell she considered it more of a wife's "duty", so I stopped asking, long ago. I couldn't help wonder whether the new Amanda would be just as enthusiastic if her lips might again coax the cum from my own dick someday. Then I'd remind myself that any well-intentioned attempts would never be the same for her. I wasn't the kind of man that drove her to that kind of frenzied hunger for it.

"And, for my best IT guy ever, here's what's left of that scotch you found so impressive. Only a few shots left, sport - just enough there to take the edge off your day. Careful now, I wouldn't want you pulled over by the cops on your way home. Enjoy - and don't stay too long."

I thanked him, counting the seconds until he turned and headed for the elevator. Sure - offer me the dregs of your finest scotch, boss, like I'm your grateful servant. Sure, boss, fuck my wife right there in your office like she's your paid whore. But that's what she was, if I was honest with myself. Charles made money off her body, a body he allowed his client to alter to suit his needs. And Amanda loved it, all of it. My sweet, perfect, little Amanda, servicing the men he chose while I was forbidden to be a real husband in her bed, my dick wasting away, stuffed into in this tiny, metal cage.

I stared at the bottle he had left on my desk, and with shaking hands, opened it and poured the contents into an empty water glass. "Two fingers," I thought, as I drew the glass nearer. "That ought to be just enough." It was as smooth as it had been in Charles's office. The smokey, luxurious sting at the back of my throat was exactly what I needed, knowing it would soften the sting of reliving the sight of Amanda's body skewered by his immense cock. As its heat warmed my chest and belly, I could feel my dick start to swell against the confines of my cage again. When I closed my eyes I could see Amanda's perfect breasts, legs, and ass sway before me, strolling through my head, teasing me with the chance that we might fuck again someday.

I put my head on the desk and went with it. Her body, her face, her very essence, was maddeningly irresistible. The lips of her tight little pussy began to swell and open, glistening as her juices flowed for me. I could almost feel her warm, satiny flesh against mine as she whispered something so softly the words came to me in fading, distant pieces.

"Don't you..."

"Don't you want..."

"to...fuck me..."

"to fuck me like he does?"

She was summoning me, and I followed, willingly, blindly, mesmerized by the sway of her firm, round, little ass. She'd turn and beckon, then continue to lead me along a slowly collapsing tunnel of light. Her body glowed with a moist sheen that accentuated the rise of firm flesh, flexing and softening with every step, flaunting every minute of effort she had willingly spent to become Nickolas's obedient whore.

I struggled to reach her while Amanda's body became an undulating silhouette in the distance. The room tilted and spun as darkness fell over me, wrapping me in a suffocating blanket of helplessness. Then Amanda vanished as though I had waited much too long to answer.

Don Jetman

Thank you for the new chapters. I just got out of the hospital yesterday evening and this today seeing new chapters made my day!

Maybe sport needs a couple of options; 1 leave the cage on for now and there is a chance in the future that Amanda and him return to some "little " bit of normalcy where he gets the chance to fuck her every now and then. Or, option 2 the cage gets taken off he gets one last fuck and then the cage goes back on for eternity!

These are just thoughts in my head.

Any decision will be made by either Charles or Amanda at this point. She's getting more complex, more unreliable day after day. He loves her (and her new body) too much to abandon her though, and the angst has become addictive to him. So, is he too submissive by now to find a way out? Next chapter is in the works...

Don

Thank you, Don. Bravo.

Jetman,

I have been a member of this site for quite a while. One thing I have noticed is that a lot of readers will post inconsiderate replies. Instead of patiently waiting for the next chapter, they get demanding and start posting a demand for the next chapter. Many authors at this site has addressed this issue. I for one appreciate the time and effort authors put into writing a multi chapter story. I don't understand why, they don't understand just exactly how many hours, days, and months you authors put into a story. I wait and when I see the next chapter, it is like a Christmas morning gift for me! I have enjoyed following this story, and yes, while I would like a new chapter every day, I know it is not possible. Work, Family, and this thing called"Life" have a way of taking precedence over writing a cuckold story and providing some jerk off material!
I applaud you and all authors at this site for your time and effort for posting stories for us to read, bad, poorly written, so so, good, and great stories are all appreciated by me, I hope other will concour with my opinion on this.

And remember readers, if you really are interested in the next chapter of a story? Nothing helps more to motivate the author than positive feedback and replies!

Techcuck,

While I appreciate your thoughtfulness, I'm used to the requests for more chapters. I've been writing since the 90's, and although newsgroups were somewhat unique, readers' curiosity and and impatience for more chapters of a new story were much the same - it's only natural to want more of what one enjoys.

You are correct that only those who have tried to write know how much time and effort is expended in an ongoing story, especially if one has a history of writing and tries to use his experience to better his work. Chapter requests were actually more common on newsgroups - I'd get hundreds of emails every week begging for updates. Fortunately, the pressures of work took much less of my time then, and the responses were motivation to continue at a faster pace. As time passes, family responsibilities also become a priority. After a while, I decided only to publish a completed story, and stuck to that for a long time. This one's an exception, an original short story I decided to expand into a series one day, just for fun. I'd done it before with Best Served Cold on Lush, which led me down a rabbit hole of rewrites. This one's more free form, but I do have a plan for the ending.

The writing bug can be fleeting for some of us. Not everyone is blessed with Steven King's ability to publish at his pace. Ideas and motivation come to us like unexpected magic, and even then don't always 'cooperate' as the story grows. I wouldn't say total 'abortions' are common, but they do happen (or sometimes lie dormant in unfinished form for months or years before the spark to use them somehow finds me).

Even if ephemeral, there is satisfaction, sometimes joy, in writing when the stars are right, just as the editing that follows can be b r u t a l l y painful work. Grammar and punctuation are merely the minimum - they're learned early on and easily recognized from experience (or with judicious help from Word). Then, taking a scalpel (or hatchet!) to your creation can be torturous decision-making. Believe me, having the right editor, as I did in the past, is a blessing. All too often these days I see cringe-worthy items after publishing that another set of eyes might have brought to light. Without those eyes, self-editing can seem an endless, obsessive task, all while the chapter waits impatiently to be set free.

I don't rely on this for a living, which is a luxury some writers can't afford. So, it takes as long as it takes; it's just fun, when the bug bites. The best advice I was given long ago by a somewhat noted author is that you should write for yourself, be true to yourself. And write, write, write. With hard work, practice, and a bit of luck, a following will find you. Sharing your stories is the cherry on top.

Don

I'm on tenterhooks for the next instalment. I love the fact she's getting owned and used. A dynamic that has been creeping into our own lifestyle after years of her being purely domme.

I religiously check this thread lol
HIT1969

Yeah, sorry guys - work and the approaching holidays have commanded much of my time. I am working daily on the next chapter. Thanks for checking in!

Don

Hi Don,
any update on your timing for the next chapter?

Chapter 24 is in final editing. Sorry for the delay - work travel and a family member's serious health issue have distracted me lately. Should have it ready soon. Thanks for asking.

Don

Can't wait! I'm loving this story.

Sorry for the long delay. Life has been busy and complicated lately. I do appreciate everyone's patience. Now finally, here's Chapter 24...


The Key - 24


There were three of us in the room, the same room where Juliet had toyed with Amanda until my wife had reluctantly submitted, her will to resist broken by Juliet's sinister talents. I was masked and tied securely to my chair, as were the other two men in the opposite corners of the room. I watched them wake, then struggle against the padded cuffs that were fastened about their wrists, knees, and ankles. We were all naked and gagged, and it made the others erupt in panicked attempts to free themselves. My cage had been removed, and I was truly more naked than I had been in a very long time.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed each of their masks was labeled with a brief alias, Mr. X, and Mr. Z. Was I Mr. Y? I dreaded another encounter with Juliet, especially in front of others. But this was likely more than she could have arranged on her own, and I suspected the Waltzes. Amanda had told me she eventually discovered the ornate "playroom" on the third floor of the Waltzes' mansion. Not long after, Nickolas had fucked her there, her arms and legs tied to the bed posts as the hidden camera captured all of it. I assumed she was still unaware that her sex with both Juliet and then Nickolas was recorded and viewed by who knows how many others; I just couldn't bring myself to tell her.

Soon the distant melody of a period waltz could be heard penetrating the room. After a few minutes, an adjoining wall parted at the center and opened outward, flooding the darkened, ornate, bed chamber with light and music. Three couples danced and whirled to the erotic tones of a Shostakovich waltz. Each of the women wore a period costume with an open bodice that lifted and fully exposed her bare breasts. The voluminous dresses were drawn up in an open, inverted V, cinched at the waist. The women's bare thighs, lower bellies, and sex were bathed in the bright light of an overhead chandelier. Their partners were naked, muscular young men, all generously endowed and fully erect. As they danced, each man whispered to his partner now and then, his lips lingering close to her ear, his rigid cock nestled snugly against her naked belly.

I became aware of a haunting echo emanating from each note of the subdued, pulse-quickening music. In fact, the same effect followed each sound, from the masculine murmurings of the erect men to the resulting giggles and purrs of their entranced partners. The scene within the ballroom grew more distorted, the colors of the costumes flashing and then melting together as though viewed through a chaotic kaleidoscope. Mr. X and Mr.Z stopped struggling as they stared, blinking their eyes in a futile attempt to regain reality. I could only imagine their confusion and terror upon waking from whatever kind of s l e e p delivered us there. Even though the room was familiar to me after watching Juliet's video, I feared we all may be in store for more of her twisted games, games that would be recorded and made available to those with access to Charles's secret vault of live "entertainment".

I recognized Amanda at once as one of the women; unlike their male partners, the women were unmasked and seemingly mesmerized by the sight of the muscular bodies of their erect partners. The men wore flesh-colored half-masks which gave them the look of bizarre, lust-driven mannequins. They could have been triplets, with identical lean, perfectly proportioned physiques, oversized perpetual erections, and a Svengali-like power over the women in their arms. The women returned fixed, hungry stares with large, bright eyes, and open smiles. Amanda caught my eye as she lowered her face over her partner's shoulder, then licked him slowly upward along his neck to his ear, lingering there as she ground her hips and belly against his raging cock. She wanted me to see, wanted to see me get hard, and I was, in an instant.

I was surprised at the strangeness of it, how my erection rose and throbbed so suddenly after weeks of captivity in the tiny cage. It was as though I was hard for the very first time, my pulse racing as the heaviness of my erection grew between my legs. I no longer cared that I was naked, or that others would notice my obvious erection. My thoughts were only that I wanted to fuck Amanda, and that I might finally be allowed to have my turn. I'd catch her furtive smile for an instant, certain it was meant to be a secretive message for me; was it merely teasing or an intended promise?

Mr. X and Mr. Z grew still and silent at first, their gaze frozen on the surreal scene before us. They soon became agitated again, the muffled noises of their fear and anger louder and more urgent beneath their gags. I could only assume that they were suddenly exposed to the sight of their own wives, exposed and smitten by the seduction of men expertly suited to do so. Still, the other women never glanced into our room as Amanda had. Each woman giggled and pulled her naked partner closer, closing her eyes longingly when his immense cock pressed into her belly where wet, shiny spots of precum collected and spread just above her swollen labia.

I glanced here and there at the other women, but my eyes always returned to Amanda. I knew her body so well, from the swell of her new breasts, down to her finely sculpted legs that mirrored her partner's dance as though their two bodies were one. But it was the sight of her cleanly shaved pussy, the lips wet and distended, so inviting, so hungry for her partner's throbbing cock, that make me harder than I had been in many months. It wasn't as though I hadn't seen her taken by other men. It was her wanton, uninhibited display with an unknown stranger in the company of others that shook me. I felt my precum slither, cool and wet, down along my throbbing cock, collecting in a growing pool over my balls. I'd have done anything to have her, to fuck her again, even just one more time.

The waltz droned on as the couples turned to look at us, then advanced with eager smiles into the room where we had been f o r c e d to watch their foreplay at a distance. One of the couples stopped before each of us, side by side, holding hands, smoldering in anticipation.

Amanda looked down at me and winked as her hand moved to her partner's erection. I stared as her fingers roamed lightly over its length, stopping at its tip to circle a crown of thorny fingernails just beneath the purple glans. When she raked upwards, he gasped, and a pearl of precum formed at the opening. I recognized her bright-eyed grin, then her quiet little whisper, "This is something you'd beg for, isn't it? Imagine how it would feel."

My hips rose uncontrollably, my dick thrusting and wobbling in the air between us. When I tried to answer her, my attempt was ridiculously futile, a feeble "umph-umph" through the gag while I nodded furiously to agree. That alone seemed to fire her excitement. Her juicy clit jutted into the open a bit more, proudly displaying its tiny head and the rigid stalk above it. I still remembered its slick, rubbery presence between my fingers and her appreciative little moans as my tongue caressed it; but along with those memories came the reminder that my tongue had been a mere consolation to her throughout our marriage.

No such preliminaries were shown by the other couples. Although partly concealed in shadows across the room from me, I could make out each of the women kneeling between the legs of her assumed husband. Then at their parters' urging, they raised their hips in the air, each leaning forward over her husband with her hands on his shaking thighs. One after the other, each woman willingly presented her sex as a drooling, neglected slut would to her master while her husband shrank back into his chair, horrified by his wife's eager s u b m i s s i o n. It was beyond surreal. Who were these people?

Mrs. X was a winsome blonde, tall and slim, I guessed barely past her twenties. With long legs and a delicious, round ass, she was the antithesis of Mrs. Z, a full-figured, raven-haired beauty at least a decade older. Both seemed equally eager to become their partners' playmates, unabashedly ready to surrender their pride and their bodies in full view of their helpless, captive husbands.

Amanda moved closer, now also supporting her upper body with both hands on my thighs, her ass raised as delicious bait for her partner.

"Look at their cocks, sweetie - aren't they beautiful?" she said in a clear, sultry, voice loud enough for the others to hear. "So big and thick and alive with promise. They all see it. They all want it. Something they all crave but their husbands could never, ever give them."

Her eyes left mine as she lowered her head and captured the head of my dick softly between her eager lips. Moving lower, she took more of me than she ever had before, just once, then slowly milked the length of me as she retreated. It was glorious. I wanted more - much more. I'd have given my arm and leg to have her suck me until I spewed into her mouth and down her throat.

My hope ran rampant when she climbed onto my lap, straddled my legs, and rested her cheek on my chest. She pressed her silky belly against me, firmly trapping my erection between us. As my precum coated our bellies, she began to move in slow circles against me. The sensation sent me into shivering convulsions. It was almost like being inside her again. I'd cum in her arms, and it would be every bit as good, every bit as satisfying. Cumming with Amanda's body against mine, finally.

My heart was about to burst free in delirious anticipation when she brought her lips to my ear again, whispering. "This is for him, sweetie. For Charles. It's his game, and he expects us to play. It's our job - our duty. You know that. He's watching. Yes, maybe us, but mostly them. Watching and waiting to see who wins and who loses. We have to make it look real, sweetie, to act as a willing example. I have to show their wives it's okay to surrender to what they need, but it's also up to you to show their husbands they can give them up freely, without fear or shame. Just do what you do, sweetie. Be who you are. You can do that for me, can't you? For me and for Charles?"

She raised and lowered her body slowly, pressing her belly into mine, the slick pool of my precum and the motion of her hips and firm belly instantly recalling memories of the luxurious presence inside her so long ago. I thrust my hips against her and moaned. I begged through my gag with words no one understood. My restraints held, but I felt I might burst free from them at any moment. Nothing mattered - except cumming at last in my sweet Amanda.

And then she backed away, raised her ass, and turned to signal her waiting partner with a leering grin. It sucked the breath from me. I shook my head and begged with everything I had. She rested her hands on my thighs again, gently squeezing her fingers into the straining muscle there each time he pistoned into her with his huge cock.

Then she spoke to me again, this time loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"This is what you want, isn't it sweetie? A beautiful man giving me the sex I need? I know it is. It's okay to want that, sweetie. Tell him you do. Tell everyone. That you want him to fuck your wife with his gorgeous cock. That you want me to take all of him and see him make me cum. Tell them you want your wife to cum with him, and to be happy and complete."

I was far beyond reason or shame. There was nothing I wouldn't do for her. Nothing I wouldn't give her. Amanda's wide eyes swallowed me; her mouth seemed to promise relief, even if it wasn't the kind I expected. So angelic. Hair falling like shining, golden, corn silk along each side of her face. Her now firm, full breasts like luscious fruit ripe for tasting, just below her beaming, classic face. The small of her back arched sharply, the twin curves of her perfect ass jutting upward toward her thrusting partner. She was my wife. But how could her body not be a feast for any deserving man? The words escaped from a place I had been ashamed to acknowledge or reveal to others. Only Amanda could have unlocked them and persuaded me to let them out.

When I nodded at her, Amanda reached up and tugged the gag from my mouth. Her eyes were brilliant pools of excitement and lust. I gasped again, suddenly overwhelmed by her alarming beauty so close to me.

"It is what I want, Amanda," I gushed. "To give you what you need. I want him to fuck you, Amanda. I do. To give you to him, to see him take you. Please fuck her - she wants what you have. A cock that can satisfy my wife and make her happy. You can have as much as you want, Amanda, as long as she won't ever leave me..."

Amanda gasped, closed her eyes, and released a quiet moan against to my ear.

"He's in me, sweetie," she whispered. All of him. It's so big, sweetie. He's so deep in my belly. Filling me. You want him to have me, don't you, sweetie? You're so hard. I know what it does to you. Watching a beautiful, hard cock take me. I know you wish it was you. But it wouldn't be the same for me, or you. You know it wouldn't. You're so much smaller now. Barely a mouthful. It's like you're made for my mouth instead of my pussy now."

Amanda took me in her mouth again, easily gliding down to the root, then withdrawing a little at a time. Her sucking and slurping sounds made me crazy for her. She stopped and smiled up at me now and then as her pussy easily swallowed the full length of her partner's cock. I had become used to her new body and how it had changed her, but her transformation was finally made complete by the sudden vision of my wife's ravishing face. It startled me - her eyes, her mouth, her soft, yielding skin, and the new golden sheath of shining hair. I saw excitement, ruthless hunger and greed for what other men had given her. And yet just under the surface, her former shell of innocence and modesty lingered, tantalizingly available to me. I wanted all of it - the whore in Nickolas's stilettos, and my pretty wife in her white, cotton, summer dress. And I'd pay any price to have it. How had I come to this? How had I become the kind of husband who not only allowed other men between his wife's legs, but got off on it as well?

Across the room, Mrs. X's head was thrown back in joyous discovery. We could all hear her whimpering as her partner entered her and milked her clit with his fingers. Her husband's dick was still in her hand, her fingers pulling and kneading it until he was hard. I watched her slim body twist and shudder, and then her husband's wide-eyed fascination with his wife's easy surrender. Soon her long, golden hair began to whip through the air, a bright, silky tornado that danced about her head and face. The words seeped out of her, reluctantly at first, then rose to an undisguised, voracious crescendo.

"So good...so good...oh my god, it feels so good..."

Finally, her halting, hissing surrender coaxed her husband to erupt in sudden, uncontrollable spurts over her long, delicate fingers. At that instant, his eyes reflected a mix of confusion and blissful release, emotions that had been all too familiar to me when Charles first took Amanda's body as his property.

Mrs. Z seemed to be in a dreamy state, aroused and fully compliant to her partner's seduction. As she welcomed inch after inch of his cock inside her, she moaned quietly, whispering her gratitude and satisfaction.

"N-never - never so good...so...wonderful..so wonderful..."

Mr. Z, on the other hand, wasn't experiencing the situation in the same way at all.
He recoiled back into his chair, his eyes wide with horror. As he watched his wife's body respond to her partner's invasion, he began to shake his head violently from side to side. His attempt to f o r c e sounds of his shock and anger through the gag had little to no effect on his wife, who was now sent to a place she never knew existed. Her eyes closed and her body trembled as she held the full, engorged mass of her partner's cock inside her belly. I watched her round, flared hips rise and inch backward, greedy for more. Before long, her full, luscious curves convulsed with a sudden orgasmic shudder that shook the full weight of her husband's chair. Suddenly, her arms gave way and she collapsed onto his lap, moaning and uttering a string of unintelligible replies as her partner's unrelenting pounding finally unleashed an unseen eruption inside her.

Her husband's agony tore through me as she smiled there on his lap in lingering bliss. He sobbed inconsolably, and yet, I found it excited me in a way I recognized all too well. There was something in her smile that told her husband he'd never be the same to her after she welcomed her partner's monstrous cock. She had told him without words that he'd never be able to compete; he'd never come close to summoning her new post-orgasmic euphoria. How those same messages had once risen up to excite me was still a humiliating mystery that began the first time Charles had seduced and fucked Amanda. I should have felt shame at taking pleasure in husband Z's revulsion of his beautiful wife's voracious infidelity. Instead, it made me even harder.

It was all so much to take in - too much. Was it a dream? A disturbing mix of arousal and nightmare? The young blonde writhing at the end of her partner's cock while her husband's cock jetted his relief over her hand? The voluptuous brunette bathed in shivering pleasure, finally collapsed and panting on her defeated husband's lap. The dissonance picked away at me as Amanda continued to tease me, her soft lips a comforting luxury I had long forgotten. Amanda's warm mouth was an irresistible invitation to accept who I had become, an imagined double-faced Janus suddenly assuring me my conflicts could coexist peacefully if only I'd let Amanda show me the way.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, sweetie?" Amanda said as she looked up into my eyes with a promising smile. "I like you like this - so very hard for me. He's still inside me - can you imagine what it feels like, sweetie? Maybe not? He's so big. But he hasn't cum in me yet. You do want him to, don't you? This beautiful young man's huge cock in your wife? You've seen the others cum; they're so young and potent. He'll fill my tummy with it. Gushes of thick, hot semen teaming with healthy sperm. Can you imagine it, sweetie? Millions of them wriggling up inside me. It's so sexy, isn't it?"

I had never been able to give her c h i l d r e n; the few sperm I had were found to be "slow swimmers", but Amanda had always held hope we'd get lucky. The men here hadn't worn condoms, and Amanda had been in the company of Vincente and Nickolas for such a long time I wasn't sure whether she was still using contraceptives or not. I panicked when I imagined her with a swollen belly, conceived during one of Charles's kinky events by a total stranger. What was she thinking?

"P-please, Amanda! You don't really want this, do you? We don't even know him! I wish I could do it - I know how much you want a c h i l d. But please, can't you wait a little longer? Please?"

I looked up into the masked eyes of her partner as Amanda took all of me in her mouth again. I was powerless, unable to stop Amanda in her lust-driven state of mind. He'd bury his immense cock into my pretty wife one final time and unleash a torrent of semen inside her. In those moments, she was his, impaled on his cock, her body completely surrendered in greedy desire. I shook my head at him frantically with silent, urgent pleas to stop.

Amanda simply looked up at me and giggled. "Oh, sweetie - I'm still on the pill. If I wasn't, Vicente, Charles, or Nickolas would have knocked me up by now. You should know that, right? And sure, it's no guarantee, but look at this guy. He's gorgeous, strong, and sexy. It's not likely, but would it be that terrible if he did get me pregnant? You could pretend the baby's yours, couldn't you? No one would know except us. We both know you'll never get me pregnant; you wouldn't even have to try anymore. Those weak sperm of yours would be a burden you wouldn't have to carry."

I was shocked into silence. Suddenly, lurking beneath the horror, I felt the same erotic tension I recognized when Charles had first seduced Amanda. She was giving up her body to this stranger in the midst of her desperate hunger for his cock, her need to be filled, and the promise of the kind of prolonged, deeply consuming orgasm I was never able to give her. He owned her body as completely as any man could own a woman, using it for his own selfish pleasure, then finally leaving his seed in her as an afterthought. The sense of my own surrender to this man's greedy lust was frightening, and yet, in some dark, forbidden way, delicious as well. The nagging hint of our erotic surrender as a couple, to Charles, and now to this young, virile stranger who might impregnate my wife, was always with me, battering the defenses I struggled to keep in place. Losing Amanda would be my final, crushing defeat should I let that phantom of total surrender have free reign over my love for her. And yet, I was painfully hard. What was wrong with me?

Amanda's partner nodded at me, let his head fall back, and fucked her faster, harder. I would know when it happened by his groans and his body's shudder. I would feel Amanda's lips on my erection as she accepted his surging gift. I was so certain when it happened. Their moans merged into one long angst-riddled announcement.

Amanda released me the moment he began to spew into her. Her eyes closed and she smiled. I could hear her soft little mews as she arched her back, raising her hips to take as much of him as she could manage. His long, repeated groans assured me he was flooding her belly with potent, gushing streams of semen, much of it destined to remain inside her as she lay whimpering in my lap.

"Did you feel it, sweetie?" she asked in her most loving voice. "Were you able to tell the exact moment he came in me? And when I came too? And he's still in me, sweetie. He's so far up inside me, so thick, filling me, like - well, you know - how other men have filled me. You do like that, don't you? Tell me it was good for you too, sweetie."

She began to lick my still-raging erection lightly from base to tip as she spoke. I began to thrust my hips upward for relief, hoping she'd understand; but she merely held her cheek against the pulsing shaft as my dick bobbed and drooled an unending stream of precum. I nodded my head furiously, hoping my agreement, my s u b mission, would encourage her to give me my final relief.

"I knew, Amanda - the exact moment you came together," I told her. "I know how much you like that. I just wish I could have done it more often. But you always liked how I finished you, didn't you? I mean, with my mouth? You told me I was good at it, every time. So, will you do the same for me now? I've been so hard for so long tonight. If not in your mouth, even your hand will do. I ache for you. I just want to cum with you near me, touching me. Please?"

"Oh, that," she answered, suddenly looking away from me. "Now, you know that's not allowed, don't you? We were nice enough to let you out of your cage, weren't we? And I let you get really, really hard. I even sucked you a little. Honestly, sweetie, you're acting like you don't even appreciate it. Anyway, you know you'll just be sad after you cum. You'll get all pouty and want to fuck me again. You're supposed to be setting an example for others. Please try to do that. You know we'll be rewarded for it when it's over. We don't want to disappoint him, do we?"

I had a pretty good idea who "he" was. Nickolas didn't care at all about us as a couple, and he certainly would never reward us for anything. He already owned Amanda as his personal plaything. This had to be Charles's doing. He had promised me an assistant, and I knew he only wanted those around him to submit to his terms. Was this a test? Part of his perverted "interview" process to secure a couple who easily fall prey to his sexual appetites? If so, would he even consider the applicant's qualifications, or was it more important to him to add one more innocent wife to his office harem?

Amanda raised her head slowly, bringing her eyes inches from mine. She stared into me as though she was studying me. It brought back memories of when we first met - those wide, liquid, blue eyes on me, moments before we spoke to each other. She had taken me prisoner in an instant back then, and I submitted with a pounding heart. It was a reminder that I remained her prisoner, even to that very second. Then her soft, loving voice, barely a whisper, accompanied her gaze.

As she replaced the gag over my mouth, she told me, "I'll never stop loving you, sweetie. I'll never let you go. Because you know now. You understand. You want me to have what I need, what you can't possibly give me yourself. You know that, even when you're so hard like this, you can never compete. Your little thing was never enough, and now it's a novelty to me. You always fucked me gently, as though I'd break in your hands. They fuck me as men do, with a b r u t a l passion that just isn't in you. And knowing all that now, you want them to give me that, almost as much as I do. You do - I know you do. Now I know my sweet husband wants other bigger, better men to fuck me. Who else could ever want that for me? Only you, sweetie. Only you..."

The truth flowed through me, searing every nerve in my body. I was used to the continuous angst and h u m i l i a t i o n, but Amanda's sudden withdrawal of her imagined promise to finish me pushed me over the edge. I thrust my hips frantically against her until my chair shook. She merely smiled at me. I begged uncontrollably beneath the gag. She merely smiled. When tears finally streamed over my face, she raised her body off me and backed away. As I looked up at her, I pleaded in ways that should have shamed me. Her finely honed body filled me with both desire and loss. It had become a prize for so many men. I imagined their large, powerful, hands on her, their rigid, pulsing cocks thrusting, filling her belly, and then her angel face arched backward with a smile that I had never seen when we were together in our own bed.

The young men had quietly and mechanically retreated, their heavy, thick cocks swaying proudly between their legs, victorious over our wives' vanquished inhibitions. Across the room, the other two men had collapsed in their chairs while their wives seemed nearly u n c o n s c i o u s. Mr. Z groaned repeatedly beneath his gag while his wife lay in his lap, naked, voluptuous, and satiated. His body continued to shudder, his face turned away from his willingly defiled wife. Mr. X was watching Amanda and me, listening closely to our private confessions. His wife had climbed onto his lap with her arms around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder. She seemed to be consoling him, but he ignored her as he stared at us. Her pale, naked body looked so delicate, so small huddled against him, almost half-hidden by the river of thick, golden hair that flowed over her back. While thoughts of the full-figured, bosomy Mrs. X becoming a slave to Charles's cock aroused me, the recovering little flower of a wife on Mr. Z's lap filled me with sympathy and remorse for the couple.

My anger with Charles escalated as I considered what may become of the two couples. Delivered to this perverse event likely u n c o n s c i o u s l y, then made to witness unimagined infidelities - how would they ever recover? Undoubtedly the husbands' decimated manhoods and their wives' guilt after their shameless rutting would tear the couples apart during the days and weeks that followed. None of the wives' attempted apologies or regrets, however sincere or frequent, would be enough to erase their husbands' memories. How easily their loving wives fell to the naked young men's seduction! How greedily they welcomed the young, meaty cocks inside them, abandoning all sense of decency in their captive husbands' presence! But to Charles, and likely Nickolas as well, any degree of responsibility would be absent, replaced by the thirst for power, wealth, and their addiction to twisted, sexual domination of the innocents.

The room continued to fall into darkness. The shadows beneath her full breasts and across her rippled, flat belly became a cruel reminder that the physical perfection displayed before me was one of Nickolas's making. At that same instant, I was willing to give up that body, to give it completely to the men she desired, if only I could keep her as my wife. As all light left the room, I heard her soft words again in the darkness, just before my consciousness faded.

"I know you now, so completely, sweetie - who and what you are. And now you know me..."

The wait was well worth it! Thank you for sharing. This is a really good story!

omg yes, I agree. don't stop, continue
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Awesome !!!

Oh my Lord! That was so worth the wait, she has become the perfect cuckoldress!
Thank you so much for your wonderful story telling 😈👏🏼🙏🏼

Thank you.

This is amazing...

Please continue with the next chapter
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Chapter 25 is completed and in editing - shouldn't be long now. Thanks again for reading, guys. It's much appreciated!

Don

Ooh! Don you big tease! I can't wait ❤️

What a great story! Can't wait to read more.

please continue
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.