The Key

The Key - 10

It didn't take long to learn that Eric wasn't shy about owning Amanda, even in public. Amanda would visit him in his office at lunch just as she had Charles, but I assumed everyone already knew the price husbands paid to keep their jobs there. She'd arrive fresh and exuberant and leave looking only slightly used - her hair hastily arranged and a button or zipper here or there left undone. I wasn't sure if others noticed, but I did, especially when she'd stop and place a quick, parting kiss on my cheek. I often imagined I could smell his semen on her breath.

Charles had moved on to take the wife of a newly hired, young college grad. He'd screen potential hires as a couple, then make his decision based on his intuition of how easily the husband could be cuckolded if offered the right incentives; that, and of course the attractiveness of the unsuspecting, sex-starved wife. The quiet new accountant fit the part of the cuckold perfectly, and his slim, statuesque, raven-haired wife no doubt sealed Charles's decision to welcome the couple into the fold. It wasn't long before she too craved visits to his office. I noticed she had been a quick and easy conquest; her formal attire gave way to leather pencil skirts, tightly fitted blouses with a few buttons undone, and six inch stiletto heels, all no doubt purchased by Charles to fit his ideal image of how a scandalously unfaithful corporate wife should dress. Of course, I knew why her husband looked the other way and didn't object.

The thing was, Amanda would stop and kiss me on her way out, no doubt meant to tease me with a tantalizing reminder of what she had just done. His wife strutted by her husband's office with a satisfied smirk, half-opened blouse and hard nipples, totally ignoring him. The poor guy looked as though he wanted to cower under his desk and cry. I wondered, day after day, if he'd ever be able to accept his new sex life, or whether he'd go missing one day and forfeit a successful future and then his wife to Charles.

Eric had moved out of his parent's home into his own house a few blocks away from us. It was an upscale neighborhood for a guy with his first real job, but I suspected Charles was showering him with money, probably for fitting nicely into his penchant for fucking the wives of the men who worked for him. I knew Charles would never have to pay Eric extra to fuck Amanda, but it was still embarrassing that Eric was compensated to do just that. He claimed he liked the neighborhood, but I knew he chose the location partly to make it more convenient to fuck Amanda, day or night. I struggled to get used to how often they were together. I'd come home at the end of the day to find Amanda smiling joyously.

"I went to see Eric today," she'd say, casually. "He took the day off and we spent the day in bed. I still can't get over how soon he gets hard again after he cums. He really wore me out today, but in a good way. He's an amazing guy. Does that still make you just a little jealous, sweetie? Maybe a little hard, too? I'd really hoped you'd have accepted all this by now."

I didn't try to hide my erections or lie about them anymore. I couldn't determine whether an erection while she described their fucking was the way out of my cage or not. I did know that Eric forbade me from getting hard by merely seeing her naked, and that he wanted me to get excited by watching them fuck. But her stories about them? They were unknown territory.

"Both, I suppose," I answered tentatively.

"Let's see then," she'd announce. "Take off your clothes while I tell you more - I want to see your cage, well, your dick, really. I love seeing you hard in your little cage when you think of Eric and me fucking. I always tell him, and he's so happy you actually want that amazing cock of his in me now."

It was the matter-of-fact way she said it, as though she was describing a visit to the grocery store, that constantly astonished me. I'd strip for her, she'd see my partial erection and grin with satisfaction as she traced the open spaces between the thin metal bars with her fingertip and continued with lurid details of their day in bed.

"Have you ever seen a man with a cock that big, sweetie? I mean, maybe at the gym in the showers, or even in a porn movie? I've never even seen a picture of a cock that huge. It's just so wonderful having a man like him, for sex I mean. You know I'll always want you as my husband, right? I'm sure you're envious - still, you can't help what you're born with, can you?"

There was always a mix of pain and excitement when she did that. No, I couldn't help what I was born with, but seeing her, even thinking of her, so delirious when she was impaled on his cock was shamefully exciting. At least he was satisfying her, making her happy, I told myself. But I'd have given anything for a cock like his so I could do the same for Amanda.

I dreaded the little meetings with Eric in his office right after Amanda left him. He'd pretend it was all business for a while, then always followed it with a punch to the gut.

"Amanda's quite a woman, but I'm sure you know that. That body, and that face, well, I definitely don't plan to trade her in like Charles does with his women. Besides, we have history, which makes finally fucking her so much sweeter. I always thought you two were the perfect married couple, that I'd never get a shot with her. All this sex is like a dream come true for Amanda and me. I hope she thanks you for it, or at least makes it clear that we're having the best sex of our lives lately."

"Oh, she makes it clear all right," I told him. "I come home to her stories almost every day now. It's all she ever talks about."

"Yeah, I hear all about it when she comes over. She says you get hard hearing about us fucking - I like that. But remember to keep your hands off her hot little body. That's all mine now. You get that, don't you?"

I'd tell him I did, that by then I had given up her body to him as best I could, but it still wasn't easy at times. I'd explain how I'd concentrate on staying soft when she undressed for her bath, or when she was dressed in one of her new revealing outfits, bought when she and Eric shopped for them together. But she had begun to parade around the house naked to test me, and I had to avert my eyes to prove I had learned my place. One lingering glimpse would get me hard in the cage, and I'd have to apologize to her for failing to banish all thoughts of fucking her from my mind. She'd grin, tweak my cage a few times with her fingers, and tell me, "You'd better learn to tame that thing. It's so adorable when it's tiny and shriveled. I keep thinking it should have been part of our marriage vows, that you'll promise to love, honor, and obey, and see that I get great cock, even if it's attached to some other man."

Eric always had a good laugh when I tried to explain, then warned me again to keep my distance when she's naked. "But I have to tell you, she has the tightest little pussy I've ever fucked, man. It's like a fist around my cock. Sometimes I can barely get inside her until she's soaking wet. And that thing she does, that milking thing with her pussy that sucks the cum right out of me? I've never seen anything like it. What a fucking amazing woman!"

He'd go on and on until he'd see me sweating, so embarrassed and yet so hard in my cage. He stopped then, studied me a bit, recognizing I was urgently uncomfortable.

"Oh, man, I'm so sorry. I forgot it wasn't like that for you, I mean when your dick was in her. I should know better; Amanda's complained about your size often enough. It's a shame really, never feeling what that's like, realizing Charles and I know your hot little wife inside out like you never did. But I'm sure it was no picnic all those years for Amanda either. It must have been pure torture for her not getting the cock she needed. But then she never really knew what she was missing until Charles and I showed her. The pretty little thing just craves it now..."

I'd leave his office feeling drained and impotent, return to my chair, and struggle to keep my raging erection under control. Images of his cockhead poised at Amanda's juicy opening, then snaking inside her inch by inch, occupied me constantly.

There were still plenty of nights when Eric would fuck Amanda in our own bed, and he'd always make me watch. He knew how to arrange it just often enough that I'd be desperate to cum and would masturbate feverishly with my one free hand while tied to the chair. I began to look forward to those nights after being caged for months between them; lusting after Amanda as she constantly strolled around our house in the nude when we were alone only increased my anxiety and desperation until I was finally allowed to cum again.

Living in my cage for so long without relief, drooling over Amanda's perfect body day after day as the precum leaked from me endlessly, all the while knowing that I'd only be free when she no longer excited me, eventually took its toll on my nerves and sanity. Thoughts of Eric's immense cock in her occupied my mind every minute of the day. When I was alone it was a relief to allow myself to get hard, even in my cage, while I fantasized about them together, and gradually I got better at staying soft around Amanda's naked body. The punishment became more important than watching her breasts bounce and her round little ass wiggle when I knew she was trying to tease me. Maybe I could do this. I hated the fucking cage so much...


~*~


One day as I was completing an unusually large spreadsheet at work, I noticed a small window open at the top corner of my screen. At first the window was dark with only the sound of a woman's voice moaning. I scrambled to lower the volume, then recognized Amanda's throaty fuck-me moans. When the video began, Amanda's name appeared for a few seconds in glowing letters across the image and I recognized our darkened bedroom alight with rows of flickering candles on the night stands at the sides of our bed. She was riding Eric, rising and falling on the full length of his cock in slow, penetrating strokes. Her head was lowered and her eyes were locked on his as she took his cock inside her, over and over and over. Her words ware barely audible at first, then became clearer as though someone had increased the volume. Her voice was laced with breathless little gasps; she sounded so willing, so grateful, so taken with him.

"Why didn't you just take me years ago? I wanted you sooo much, Eric. I waited so long - waited while my husband gently fumbled and almost always failed to make me cum - waited while he never gave me what I needed so badly. What I needed from you. Oh God, Eric - just fuck me. Fuck me like he never could..."

He rolled on top of her and began pummeling her, the entire girth and length of his massive cock filling every inch of her with each full stroke. Her body looked so tiny under him and shuddered with every powerful thrust. And then her moans began again, ones I had never heard when we made love. They grew louder as he pounded her, her body welcoming the brutal thrusts as though she had grown accustomed to them, but still craved them as much as she had the very first time Eric fucked her. Then suddenly the video ended and the window closed.

The rest of the day there were clips of Amanda dressing and undressing, masturbating with her giant dildo in a hot, soapy bath, and finally squeezing into a skin-tight tank top and thin nylon running shorts before leaving on her way to spend time in Eric's bed. I listened as she called him just before she left.

"Hi, you. I've been thinking about you all day, here all alone, naked and horny. I'll come over if you can get away early...No, I won't walk six blocks topless, not even for you! But I'm not wearing much...Of course they'll stare me - they all do when I'm half naked like this...Yeah, I know you like that - showing me off to the neighbors...What will they think? They'll think my husband isn't fucking me enough, that's what they'll think. I really don't care about them now that I'm getting your big, fat cock..."

I no longer cared that I was forbidden to get hard. I tugged and twisted the cage, trying to work it back and forth just enough to cum. I didn't give a damn if anyone in our office saw me. After half the day had passed, I gave up and sat shaking in my office as the precum drenched my slacks. I'd have done anything to cum, maybe even abandon all hope of touching Amanda's body ever again. Maybe Eric was the kind of man who was meant to do that, and I was the kind of man that was meant to just watch.


~*~


As the weeks passed, I rarely got any work done, but no one complained. Charles would pat me on the shoulder when we met in the hall and ask me how my "training" was going. Eric was even more understanding. "Don't worry about the schedules and deadlines," he'd tell me. "You're still a valuable asset here. And I'm sure Amanda knows just how valuable your place here has become. By the way, I'm giving you another raise. Amanda has her eye on this sporty new BMW, and we wouldn't want to disappoint her, would we? Just think of her racing around town with the top down, wearing one of those skimpy little halters I bought her, and all the looks she'll get from drooling admirers. You can picture that, can't you? I thought so."

She had mentioned she'd like a new car, but only in passing. Butshe had told Eric the make, model, and probably even the color, knowing he'd find one more way to keep her hungry pussy content and me under his thumb. I had seen her in the halters he bought her - tiny bits of thin cotton that covered her nipples and not much more. She'd add a pair of scandalously short cutoffs and pink sandals just before prancing through our neighborhood Saturday afternoons on her way to Eric's place to fuck him. When I had questioned Amanda about how appropriate it was to show off in front of the neighbors, she merely smiled and told me, "Let them get a good look. I couldn't care less. Our sex life is none of their business. And by the way, you're the one who shouldn't be looking. You wouldn't want me to tell Eric, would you?"

I couldn't bear to watch her leave, and would think about his cock in her all afternoon. Then she'd come home hours later, strip in front of me, and ask me to draw her a bath. "You can watch if you want," she'd tell me. "In fact, I'd like that. As long as your little thing doesn't get hard."

I'd stand beside the tub and pretend to watch, averting my eyes much of the time while trying to stay soft for her. Even when I could, there were times when I couldn't ignore the strings of Eric's semen that seemed to pour from between her legs, swirling among the soap bubbles that surrounded her perfect body. I dreaded knowing it would make me hard instantly, and there was seldom any way to avoid having her notice. She'd kid me that my dick wasn't much bigger hard than it was deflated, and promise not to tell Eric if I admitted it. I would, out loud to her smiling face, overwhelmed by shame.

"You're right," I'd assure her. "I know I'm too small to satisfy you. Your body belongs to Eric now. You deserve a cock like his."

She'd rise up from her bath, glistening and naked, put her arms around me, and tell me how much she still loved me, and then how grateful she was that I wanted her to be happy, even if it meant surrendering her body to Eric's cock. I'd slink away, nearly insane with humiliation and arousal with my dick painfully hard inside the confining bars of my cage, knowing she'd be naked around me for the rest of the day. Still, she loved seeing me soaked with my own precum. She loved telling me about her time with Eric that day as strings of the sticky mess fell from the tip of my cage to the floor in front of her delicious body. And she loved telling me how much bigger he was as she watched with amusement. My only hope during those times was that maybe she wouldn't tell Eric. Maybe I wouldn't have to wear the cage forever if he thought I had stayed soft and behaved.


~*~


At work the videos of Amanda began to play constantly in the corner of my monitor. No two were the same, Eric's way of letting me know how often they fucked. Amanda's obsession for his cock was something I knew all too well, but I was still shocked at how many times they had used our bed during the day. Inserted between the videos of them fucking were long stretches of Amanda dressing and undressing in our bedroom, and her masturbating with her once secret dildo on our bed. The window went black again, then returned with a static image of our bedroom. I could see the red display on the bedside clock - I was watching our bedroom in real time.

A few minutes later Amanda entered the room talking on her cell, flopped down on our bed, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her hand inched inside, moving gently over her bare breast and nipple. I closed the door to my office so I could raise the volume to hear what she said.

"Of course I want to keep fucking you, Eric. If you insist, then that's what we'll do, but we can't keep him in the cage forever. He is my husband, and he's so miserable. Of course I want your cock instead of his, Eric. No, I don't miss his at all. But he might be near the breaking point - he's so nervous and tries so hard. Yes, I know that's what it will take. Yes, I'm sure that's what I want. I only want you to fuck me now. So, we keep him caged and soft a while longer? Seriously? That long? I know, I know. If we want it to last, it's the only way."

I collapsed back in my chair, my hands shaking, my persistent hope that I might be freed crushed by their conversation. The videos of Eric and Amanda continued to play over and over on my screen in an endless loop. I was devastated, but couldn't resist watching every minute of her frenzied convulsions when she came with his cock in her. Then came the usual recriminations: 'it's how I should have been able to make her cum all those years', 'maybe letting Eric fuck her is how it should be'. There was still a nagging sense of loss, but I began to believe it was only fair that Eric should be fucking her, not me. Yes, she was still my wife, but if I had failed at sex, maybe it was better if she found it somewhere else. I just had to learn to accept it.

The next day Eric and Charles came to my office, asked how my day was going, then walked around my desk to look at my screen. "Very nice," Charles told him. "How do you get that quality from those tiny pinhole cameras? It's like I'm in their bedroom watching."

"It's the latest stealth tech," Eric answered. "Much better than the cameras you used to use. They never know they're there, so we get every second of what used to be their private little moments. No more pretending to calm her husband's hurt feelings - now we hear what she really thinks, well, after just a little of my 'encouragement'. I can install them wherever you want, maybe in that new leggy, cuck-hungry bitch you're fucking. You'd know exactly how to mind-fuck her wimpy husband after listening in, and I'm pretty sure she'd welcome handing over what's left of his balls."

So, Amanda knew nothing about this. I hadn't counted on them spying on her, and on us, recording every conversation we'd had about her and Eric. Maybe when I let her know what they had done, all this would end. She'd never put up with this kind of deceit. Having her every move recorded would be a deal breaker for her. She'd come running back into my arms, and maybe even my bed. And my cage would be gone...

I felt Charles's hand on my shoulder. "I know what you're thinking. So don't. Not if you want to keep your job here and your new lifestyle. Would Amanda stay with you if you were penniless, bankrupt, and unemployable for the foreseeable future? This is our little secret now, sport, just between the three of us. One word from you to anyone, including Amanda, and you're a pathetic nobody for the rest of your life."

The sounds of Amanda's moans drifted through my office as Charles gave me his ultimatum. On my screen, Eric's cock was buried in her to its flaring root, satisfying her need to be filled with the girth I had never been able to give her. She squirmed under him, raising her hips in slow, undulating circles.

"Tell me what you want, Amanda," Eric ordered, his face inches from hers, staring into her eyes. Her eyes were locked on his as though she was in a trance. My stomach churned as I watched her gaze back at him - it was adoring gratitude, unrestrained lust and passion, and finally, total surrender.

"I want you, only you," she recited, again hypnotized by his mere presence on top of her in our bed.

"What would you tell your husband if he was here, if he asked if his dick was enough for you?"

"I'd tell him it isn't - it never was - not like you, like yours."

"If we let him out of his cage, he'll want to fuck you again. He might insist. You're his wife; you might have to let him," Eric suggested.

"Then don't," she told him, without a second's pause. "Don't let him out. I couldn't go back to that. Not after you..."

She began to shudder under him, locking her legs tightly around his back, whispering," Eric...Eric...Eric..." as her orgasm swept over her.

"What more proof do you need?" Charles asked, patting my shoulder in a sardonic show of "comfort". "They all come to this. I know. I hire them - well, their husbands, actually. But I can smell a hungry wife within minutes of meeting her. Put a big cock in her, just once, then shower her with a lifestyle she never imagined her husband could give her, and she belongs to me, or us, in this case. You're no different than the others who come to work here. Take my advice - let us have her body. You can keep the rest. That way, everybody's happy. Life goes on - a very good life if you'll only accept it. You're lucky in a way - you're one of those husbands who has a dirty secret, that you like watching Amanda take a cock much bigger than yours, and get off watching her new cum-face, one you've never seen before. Now, that's not a bad thing, is it? Getting rich and getting off while watching your pretty wife become our office *****?"

"I - I guess not," I muttered. At least there was some promise of getting free of my cage - he had said "get off watching her". Being free of my cage may be the start of a new beginning. They wouldn't want Amanda forever. New wives were hired all the time, and Eric would eventually grow tired of Amanda and move on, following Charles's example. We'd be rich, and I wouldn't have to worry about finding a job. Amanda could keep her new car and our extravagant lifestyle. I'd get even with Charles for making my wife his *****, maybe ****** him for what he was so other husbands and wives could avoid his trap. Maybe I could accept things as they were, until then...

"That's a good boy," Charles told me. "But just in case you have a change of heart, I've arranged a bit of insurance. It's there, on your screen. Just about...now."

I saw our bedroom again in flickering candle light. The view was much wider, covering the entire room. Eric was thrusting his cock into Amanda in long, full strokes. She was moaning loudly - long, earie animal moans that rose from my desk as though from a dark, obscene, guilty memory. I was in the frame, sitting at the foot of our bed, tied to the chair, pumping my erection with my free hand while I watched with greedy excitement. Just as Amanda came, I spewed a miniature fountain of semen over my hand and belly, groaning and gasping as Amanda's body heaved and twitched under him.

"Now, we can keep that to ourselves, or put it out on a few web sites for everyone to enjoy," Charles said, grinning. "I doubt you want that - your family and friends watching you get off as your innocent little wife 'performs' for you with the cock she's always dreamed of, the cock you could never give her. We could title it, 'Cuckold wimp watches wife get her dream cock.' I wonder; how many men would want her pretty married pussy after that? Your friends? Coworkers? Maybe even a relative or two who always fantasized about fucking her? And they'd all know you'd give her to them and get off watching them cum in her. What would you tell them, sport, when they offered? What would you say when they all tried to fuck your pretty little Amanda? I'm pretty sure your cock-hungry little wife may enthusiastically agree to fuck each and every one of them..."