The Key

The Key - 12


Vicente's car was in our driveway when I arrived. There was still a chance that it was all a cruel trick setup by Eric or Charles. I wondered if Amanda had been in on it as well. She was taken by him so quickly, so easily; it wasn't like her at all. She had known Eric for years - fucking him had been a secret fantasy of hers ever since his late teens. As for Charles, well, he was my boss, so she was obligated, at least at first, to be receptive to his flirtations. It was the size of his cock that had made her surrender inevitable.

I heard Amanda's high-pitched cries as soon as I entered our front door. They were loud and incessant, never pausing or changing in pitch or volume. I feared she was in pain, or being tortured. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom in a panic, two steps at a time, her shrill cries even louder as I approached.

Our bedroom was nearly dark, but I could make out Vicente's huge bulk rising and falling in the shadows. His back rose into view in a patch of light falling through our bedroom window, then vanished into shadow again and again. Amanda's cries never ceased - in fact, they were louder than ever as I paused just inside our bedroom door. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out Amanda's white skin, her legs clenched around his back, her arms pulling his chest against her. Now and then her once angelic face came into view, contorted with what at first appeared to be agony, then melted into a look of bliss I had never seen before.

It was at that moment something snapped in me. I collapsed into the chair at the foot of the bed, unlocked my cage, and gently pulled it from my growing erection. I was fully hard in seconds, and immediately began to masturbate as I watched. I had no control over my actions; I didn't care that it was my sweet Amanda he was fucking, only that it was a scene from my suppressed imagination, one very much like the ones I watched at work on my screen there.

Vicente fucked her brutally, never slowing, never failing to fill her completely with each frenzied stroke. Her small body shuddered from the pounding, but her cries and moans never stopped. I stared at his huge balls as he worked and imagined the flood he'd leave in Amanda when he unleashed his load into her. I knew she wouldn't stop him, and that it wasn't my place to interfere. Suddenly thoughts of a man like Vicente using Amanda's precious body, owning it, leaving his cum in her, overcame the angst and became a boiling, erotic fever in me. My hand on my dick felt every bit as satisfying as any sex Amanda and I ever had. I watched them as the scene touched and inflamed every fantasy that Charles's insidious conditioning had fed and nurtured in me since the very first day he took her sweet body. That Amanda was really there taking his giant cock and not a fantasy was unbearably exciting.

Vicente's fucking went on and on, until Amanda became breathless and quiet. Her body shivered under him and she pulled him close for a deep kiss. I saw his cock slow and stop, fully buried inside her. The kiss lasted a full minute, tongues lashing, lips sealed together passionately. It was Amanda who wanted it, Amanda who kissed more violently, and finally Amanda who held his face close to hers and whispered, "Cum in me. I want it, Vicente. Give it all to me..."

The root of Vicente's cock expanded and flared, then began pulsing rhythmically, spewing jet after jet of cum into Amanda's quivering belly. It sent her over the edge, and she moaned and thrashed, raising her hips up to accept his frothy reward. I was outside myself, completely lost in the moment, my eyes locked on the root of Vicente's cock and the foamy excess of cum that poured from Amanda's hungry pussy. I came seconds after he did, not even aware of the sticky mess that covered my hand, legs, and belly. At the peak of my orgasm there was a brief moment when I imagined it was the best sex I had ever had.

Afterwards, I sat in my chair, exhausted and embarrassed that I had cum watching Vicente fuck my sweet wife senseless. Soon they were standing naked in front of me, the afterglow on Amanda's face a look I had never seen before. Amanda's belly, thighs and crotch were glistening with semen, and it continued to seep from her in glops and strings.

"I'd say he's well on his way to being cured, wouldn't you, Amanda?" Eric appeared at the door with his usual arrogant grin. He was staring at Amanda, leering at her, and I could see the huge bulge in his pants. Amanda stared back at him and returned a weak smile. She couldn't help lowering her eyes to his cock. He saw her, adjusted his erection so it was more clearly visible, and chuckled.

"So, you were watching?" Amanda asked him, frowning a little.

"I was a little late for that," he said. "I had a new contract to finish and sign, but I knew Vicente would take good care of you. You did, didn't you, Vicente?"

Vicente's cock hung between his legs like a thick rope, still filled with the slight heft of a marathon fucking. "She was everything you promised, Eric. It's been a long time since I've had a wife fuck me like that, especially in front of her husband. She's an insatiable little thing, surprisingly unrestrained. I would never have guessed when you first introduced us. But as you said, appearances can be deceiving, especially with the married ones. I'll be around tomorrow to sign my part of the contract. It's always a pleasure. Thank you, Eric, for everything."

I watched in silence as Vicente dressed and left the three of us.

"So, I was just a piece of meat that sealed the deal for you?" Amanda said, clearly annoyed by what she had heard. "He was doing business, not having sex with me because he really wanted me?"

"He was fucking you because I told him all about you and he wanted his turn," Eric explained. "Yes, you were a little incentive to grease the wheels, but I promise you, Vicente doesn't fuck just anyone. He has beautiful women after him constantly, even before they've seen his cock. But I happen to know married women are his thing. It's knowing he's doing wives behind their husbands' backs that does it for him. And if he gets the rare opportunity to make a husband watch, well, that's a bonus that always seals a deal. You can pretend it was beneath you to fuck for profit, but don't try to convince me you didn't love it. Even your own husband knows better than that."

Amanda's anger began to melt away. In its place was a look of calm satisfaction.

"So, he did really want me?" she asked. "I mean, really, really want me? It wasn't just an act?"

"It was anything but an act, Amanda," he assured her. "He isn't easily impressed. He's a shrewd, ruthless businessman, one who never lets his cock jeopardize a deal. Had he not wanted you the first second you met, you'd never know what that giant cock of his looks like. You and I did each other a favor tonight. I appreciate it. I hope you do."

She stood before us drenched with Vicente's cum and began to smile as if reliving the last hour with him. "Then thank you, Eric," she told him. "I don't think I've ever had sex like that before, not even with you. It was...breathtaking, almost supernatural. He's a magnificent man - and a marvelous lover." She still looked a little dazed, so fragile and used.

"I'm glad, Amanda. Normally I'm more possessive, but sometimes it pays to put business ahead of pleasure. Vicente visits us often, so you may become more of an asset than your husband is to us. But now, about your husband..."

I had been listening from my chair, still covered with lingering, sticky pools of my semen. I felt literally emptied. It was more physical relief than I had felt at any time during the past year, and I knew I must have made an impression on Eric. It had to have been what he wanted to see. I'm sure Vicente imagined it as my ultimate humiliation, but the desperate need to cum and the sight of his huge cock entering Amanda's body again and again pushed all that aside and buried it under my need to be free of my cage and lead a normal life again.

"I'm impressed that he gets off watching you fuck other men now," he told Amanda. "It is one of his goals for proving to me he's given up fucking you. I think that's something that you want too, isn't it?"

Amanda stared at me, seriously considering his question. "It's something I appreciate, Eric," she said. "I don't miss sex with him. I rarely see him get hard anymore, and then it's only when I tease him about how much I love fucking you. That never fails to excite him, so I guess he's given up having sex with me himself..."

"I have! I have!" I interrupted. "I know I can't anymore, and that I was never very good at it, satisfying you, I mean. Please - I'm not going to fuck her, Eric. Not as long as you tell me not to. She wants you now - I've accepted that. You own her body - I'm okay with that, really. Now, please, don't make me wear the cage anymore - please!"

I was desperately pleading my case. Rising from my chair, I took a few steps toward them. I was naked and soaked with my cum, ready to do or say anything to be free of the confining bars meant to keep me from Amanda's pussy. I saw Amanda's eyes wander over my body, then stop at my deflated dick.

"He's been caged so long I suppose I had forgotten how small he is without it," she said, still eyeing my withering dick. "Or maybe it's just that yours is so much bigger. I do think there are times when he still wants me while I'm teasing him though; he stares at me constantly afterward and follows me around like a little puppy dog, oozing precum everywhere. I know it must be painful for him, but I can't go back to the way we were. I do think he's learning to accept that my body's not part of our marriage anymore though, and that it belongs to you now."

Eric listened intently to our case for freeing me, although Amanda's words were less convincing than I had hoped. "I've heard enough, sport," he said to me. "Get down on your knees; getting in my face isn't helping you."

On my knees, I watched him lead Amanda closer in front of me. Vicente's semen glistened over her belly and thighs and still seeped from between the lips of her reddened, swollen pussy. With every breath she took, her belly inched closer, almost touching me, the odor of his cum an assault in spite of her beauty.

"Now lick, sport. Taste her. Get a lasting sense of who she is now. Leave it on your tongue for a while so you remember the taste. Clean her until I tell you to stop."

Something stirred in me when the tip of my tongue first touched her. I licked, and licked again; the musky taste was revolting, the thick, stringy texture even more so. But under it lay her sweet, velvety skin, trembling at my touch, then pushing forward to accept the quickening sweeps of my tongue. The semen became a yielding barrier to her soft, quaking belly beneath it, so I fought through it to taste my wife's honeyed skin for the first time in over a year. The taste of Vicente's cum lingered, invading my mouth and throat with its pungent remains, a humiliating reminder of my place in our marriage. Her belly drew me in, promised something long gone, then took it from me again with each fevered touch of my tongue.

"Now lower," Eric demanded. "Lick that used little slit. Put your tongue in inside it and drink. Maybe you can satisfy her like your dick never could."

Amanda pushed against my face as my tongue found her clit and rolled over it. She moaned as Vicente's thick remains flowed into my mouth and down my throat. I felt her hands on me, her fingers weaving through my hair, tightening, pulling me closer, urging me on. She came violently when my tongue entered her, her hands sealing my face desperately against her spasming belly and cunt. A sudden eruption of Vicente's semen filled my mouth, gagging me as I fought to satisfy Amanda. I was suddenly aware that her body's response, the crushing peak of her orgasm, was far more intense than anything my dick had ever given her.

"Enough!" Eric finally ordered. "Now that your mouth is the only part of you that still gets her wet, I want you to remember this moment. Remember the taste of him while servicing your wife. Burn those feelings of helplessness and submission while she came in your mouth into your memory. It's your place now as her husband, on your knees, giving Amanda anything she wants, any cock she wants. And if you want to keep your pretty little wife and the extravagant life she loves so much, you'll do what you're told, anything you're told. And that cage? Well, back to your chair while we plan your future."

I sat back and waited as Eric produced a small box and handed it to Amanda. She appeared to know its contents before she opened it, removed the lid, and held it up to inspect it. The cage was miniscule, so short that my dick couldn't possibly fit inside it. The gleaming metal container was only an inch long, a tiny basket of steel bars that looked like a small trinket in Amanda's hand. I was horrified.

"You must be kidding!" I told him, rising from my chair again. "I'll never fit in that - I may not be a big as you, but I'm not that..."

"Relax, sport. You'll wear it because your job and your marriage depend on it. Remember what I said about Amanda leaving you if you couldn't provide for her? If you couldn't promise her a future way of life like the one she has now? Don't think of it as a permanent order. Think of it as one more step in your training, one more step until the day you're completely free of the idea that you might fuck Amanda again. Now sit back and let Amanda do the honors."

Amanda knelt between my legs and tried to fit the tiny cage over my dick. No matter how she pushed, it enclosed little more than the head. After several attempts, she ran her fingers through the pool of semen that had collected in my groin, smoothed generous amounts of it of my dick, then ****** the tiny cage forward until it butted against the ring already fastened around my balls. Holding the pieces together with one hand, she snapped the lock in place and stood to look at me. It felt as though half of my dick was jammed up inside me allowing only the head to occupy the confined space in the cage. A tiny nub was all that was visible. It was emasculating, castrating, and Amanda was smiling with pride that she was able to squeeze me into it.

"Good girl, Amanda," Eric told her as he circled her waist with his arm. "And stop your worrying - yes, he'll be uncomfortable for a while, but eventually he'll be smaller than ever, too small to even begin to fit inside you. You'll have no more problems with him, ever, and you'll have all the real cock you need, whenever you want it. Not only will he not complain or become jealous or possessive - he'll crave seeing you satisfied by bigger, better cocks. He'll be convinced he's not worthy. That's not a bad thing now, is it?"

"I - I guess not, Eric," she answered, still staring at my tiny nub.
"It'll all be worth it, sweetie," she told me. "Eventually it'll be easier on you. I'll have the kind of sex I always wanted, and you won't be tortured by thoughts of having sex with me yourself. Think of our future, of how much better our marriage will be. No cage for you, and I'll be so much happier."

"I think you could both use a shower after that - I'll watch," Eric told us. "Clean her up really well for me, sport. I'll want a turn myself later."

Amanda and I entered the hot shower and I began to wash her from head to toe. My hands were slick with Amanda's scented soap as I spread it over her body. Showering with me in the past had always excited her, but this time I noticed her nipples stayed pink and soft, and her cavernous pussy easily swallowed four of my soapy fingers as Vicente's semen continued to empty from her. She stood motionless while she watched me clean her, her body completely emptied of any response at all. I could tell she considered it a purely physical act without a trace of eroticism. She turned her back to me while I shampooed her hair, arching her neck and back as I worked. I imagined her lost in the memory of Vicente's cock, and the brutal fucking she had longed for.

Finally, Amanda watched me clean myself, seemingly fascinated as I tried to rinse my cum from the new cage. She glanced at Eric as he watched us, saw him nod, then extended a finger to touch my cage. She poked at it, pushing it gently back and forth, then tugged lightly as she stared into my eyes. Her smile was loving, but a bit devious, or maybe "selfish" was a better description. She put a hand on my cheek as she continued to play with my new cage under the warm rain of the shower.

"I love that you've agreed to do this for me, sweetie," she said lovingly. "You couldn't possibly put this in me now - it's like you're giving me to other men completely. I never thought you'd be okay with me fucking other men, but now you're promising me I can, and that excites you too. All those years of wishing sex could be something else, something wonderful, and now it's come true. You're the only husband I know of who would give his wife something so special. You do want this as much as I do, don't you, sweetie? Please tell me you do."

Eric waited for my answer, glaring at me with a look that told me he expected me to agree, or else. What choice did I have? Besides, I knew she was at least partially right. I'd do anything to keep her and be rid of my cage. Anything. So I told Amanda what she and Eric wanted to hear.

"Amanda, you're my wife, and I love you, but I know I can't give you what you need in bed. So, yes, I want you to have sex with other men if it makes you happy, if you'll stay with me. And I won't try to fuck you, I promise. Your body's for them now. It's just that you're so beautiful - when I see you naked I can't help getting hard sometimes. But I'm trying to learn not to, I really am. I know what my job and our future together requires now, that I can only cum when I see another man fuck you. And I'm doing that - I'm getting better at giving up your body to them, at handing your body over to men who deserve it. So yes, I want all of it - everything you want."

Eric grinned and nodded with admiration. "Okay you two, you're as clean as you're going to get. Dry her off, sport. And just to be sure you meant what you told her, get down on your knees and beg me to fuck her. And make her believe that you'll never try to put that little stub of a dick inside her ever again."

I sank to my knees again and looked up at him. "You just heard what I told her, Eric. I don't satisfy her - I never have. She can have other men now to do that. She can have your cock whenever she wants. I won't even try anymore."

"I hear a lot of whining, sport, but I didn't hear what you want me to do to her, right now, in your own bed. Convince us, or you'll be in that tiny cage forever."

Eric never seemed to lose his need to humiliate me in front of Amanda. I could see he received a kind of sick satisfaction from it. But I could also see it was my only way out. Each time I managed to swallow my pride and give him what he wanted. It was still a crushing blow to my ego and to my worthiness as Amanda's husband, but it was becoming easier to say the words.

"Please, Eric, please fuck her. I know she wants your cock, not mine. I'm begging you, make her cum, give her what I can't. She deserves it. She has for years. So fuck her like I never could, and never will. Her body's yours now. Completely yours..."

Eric took Amanda in his arms and put his hand between her legs. I watched as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her breasts rising against him as she panted and moaned.

"Is that what you needed to hear, Amanda?" he asked. "Was he convincing? Do you believe him?"

She put her mouth to his ear, kissed him lightly there, and whispered, "Yes. He knows I want you, not him. Never again..."

"Get up, sport, and shut the door on your way out. You don't get to watch this time. Amanda and I need some 'alone time' together. In fact, I want you out of the house tonight - I don't care where. You'll have to imagine how she moans when she cums with my cock in her. I'm guessing a hard-on may be very painful in your new cage, so try to control yourself. Try playing what she just told me over and over in your head - '...not him, never again...'.