The Key

The Key - 13

Over the following weeks and months I grudgingly accepted that my cage would be a part of me for the foreseeable future. At least the tiny size of the new cage made it easier to hide under my clothes, and it was actually less painful than I expected. One thing became clear to me - it actually helped prevent me from getting hard in front of Amanda when I feared I might. The trigger was still present at times when a very naked Amanda teased me, but over time my dick simply refused to respond the way it used to. My erection just failed to fully materialize, even when Amanda cupped my balls and ran a long fingernail over the sensitive skin of the head through a space between the confining bars. We'd both stare at it, waiting for even a brief response, then Amanda would kiss me passionately, showing her appreciation; or maybe it was her attempt to test my resistance. Even then, her touches, so delicious and loving, only made me love her more, even if it meant she would now only be satisfied sexually by Eric or some other deserving man's cock.

At work I was constantly shown videos of Amanda and Eric fucking. The number of times they did it in our own bed during the day, and his ability to recover within a few minutes and fuck her in some other position, astonished me. She had never let me have anal sex with her, but I'd hear her beg Eric for it, and then see her orgasm while he plowed into her. There were often the short clips of me there watching, jerking off like the desperate husband I was, spewing cum everywhere as Amanda's moans filled the room. I knew they were added as a reminder that they could always become humiliating public videos if I decided to jump ship.

I began to live for those times when Eric would free me from my cage and let me watch them fuck. The sight of her being filled, especially with his very first stroke when her eyes stared up at him in awe, then closed slowly in spontaneous euphoria, filled a nagging, empty spot in me. It was no longer the familiar sight of her breasts or pussy that excited me; it was the beauty of her wantonness, the music of her moans and sighs, and finally her cries and deep crimson flush on her face during the peak of her orgasms that got me off. Yes, there was always regret after they let me cum, but at the peak of her writhing orgasms Amanda's joy of being fucked into oblivion became a gratifying awareness that her needs were finally being met.

"Vicente wants me to visit him in Spain," she told me one day, out of the blue at breakfast. She watched me hesitantly, as if trying to guess what my reaction might be.

"For, how long?" I asked.

"He didn't say," she said. "I guess it's up to Vicente. I think it would be fun. Would you mind? I suppose you're thinking there'll be lots of sex. I admit I am looking forward to that, but I feel safe with him as well. He's just so, well, you know..."

"So, is this a bit of company business as well? Did Charles put him up to it? Maybe another contract that needs massaging?"

Amanda stared at her lap for a few seconds, then looked up, a little embarrassed. "Charles promised to pay everything: my flight, food, new clothes, and extra spending money. He didn't tell me what to say, or to try to persuade Vicente to agree to anything. He just told me to keep him happy and to enjoy myself. That's all I know. I wouldn't mind doing what Charles wants, even if I am part of some 'business deal'. I won't be doing business myself - I'll just be spending time with him."

"You mean, fucking him," I suggested. I worried that Amanda would be completely in his hands, alone with him for an extended period of time, but thoughts of her naked, mouthwatering body submitting to his every masterful whim sparked an unwelcome excitement in me. I tried to ignore it, but it played over and over in my head just as the videos played on my screen at work.

She surrendered a guiltless grin, apparently glad that I had used the words before she had.

"I'm sure that's what Charles expects. You remember what Vicente's like, don't you?" she reminded me.

"I remember what his cock is like," I told her. "And I know how much you liked it. But that was here in our bed - you would be here with me the next day when he was done with you."

"I know you're threatened by the size of his cock. But honestly, it isn't just his cock, sweetie. He's such a hunk, but it's also his walk, and the way he talks; he's unafraid of anything. He was so confident that I'd fuck him the very first time we met, right there in front of you while you watched him seduce me. I've never had a man 'handle me' like he does in bed. I never knew I'd like it so rough..."

"That's what worries me," I assured her. "His cock is one thing, but I don't know - spending a lot of time with a man like that - I worry that you might not come back."

Amanda took me in her arms and kissed me. Her hand went to my crotch, found my cage, and held it lightly. "I'm not leaving you for him, silly," she assured me as she tugged at my cage. "How could I ever find another husband who would do this for me - give up using his penis so I can have a fulfilling sex life with other men? Vicente never would, I'm sure. He'd want me all for himself if I was his wife. It's the kind of man he is. But then, I doubt there are many men who are better endowed than Vicente."

"So, how long would you stay?" I asked again.

"Charles told me a few weeks, or maybe a little longer. You should know Charles said I'm kind of like an employee now - well, more like a contractor the way he put it. It's not as slutty as it sounds - I'll just be responsible for keeping Vicente happy. I'll take trips to Spain when I'm needed, and I'll be Vicente's fulltime companion during his stays here."

"It sounds more like you'll be his 'mistress' to me," I suggested warily.

She kissed me lightly on the lips, released my cage, and held me closer, her soft, sexy voice now so close to my ear I could feel her breath on me. "Mmmm, it may worry you, but I confess I love the idea that I'm his for a little while. Leave it to my husband to find the perfect word. Now you've made me wet - 'Vicente's mistress'. I am looking forward to being alone with him for a little while, sweetie. You know I'll never leave you, but I think you really do want him to have my pussy, at least for a while, don't you?"

"So, will you call me? While you're gone?" I asked. "Maybe just to tell me..."

"...to tell you how he fucks me, and how often?" She added. "You know I will, if he lets me."

"When will you leave?"

"Tonight, sweetie. Charles wants to take me shopping this afternoon for some new outfits to impress Vicente. Actually, he's giving you the day off so you can come along. Why don't you change into nicer clothes; we'll be in upscale neighborhoods all day, and we'll need to look like we can afford to shop there."

"But, I thought Charles was paying for all this," I said.

"Oh, don't worry, he is, sweetie. I just don't want them to think my husband has bad taste. And please, thank Charles when he pays. He appreciates that so much, especially when it shows others how generous he is."

"I'm sure it's also because they'll know he's fucking my wife - why else would he be dressing you in sexy outfits with me there with you?"

"Oh sweetie, I think you imagine a lot of it. But I also think you enjoy seeing him pamper me, knowing how much I'll love getting that cock of his afterwards. Come on, admit it. You love watching me enjoy sex with a man who makes me cum so easily every time. I think you've fantasized about it for a long time now, even if you couldn't do it yourself."

"I know you're probably right, Amanda - it's just that it's still hard for me to admit. I know I have to let him have your body, but it's confusing sometimes. I want your body, but know I can't have it and don't deserve it. And I do love seeing you satisfied - you absolutely glow after you cum. I never saw that when we made love."

"Things will get better - I promise. Charles is sure you'll lose your physical need for me eventually, and then you can see me enjoy all the things other men give me without feeling so anxious. You're already changing - I know you can feel it. Now, let's get ready. I can't wait to see what Charles will buy me."


~*~


In every shop we visited Charles made it clear that I was Amanda's husband but he was making the decisions about what she wore on her trip. Every one, each sales person and owner, seemed to know Charles, and seemed to know I was the cuckolded husband. It made me wonder how often he had dressed other men's wives in the past, and how many of those men had suffered the same humiliation he seemed to enjoy dishing out in public.

Amanda was thrilled time and time again. The clothes he chose ranged from stylishly sexy to scandalous. I wondered whether Amanda would dare wear them in public, but to my amazement she didn't appear at all concerned. Charles and I stood just outside the dressing room as she posed in outfit after outfit for us. He'd pull back the curtain so she could model them and I'd cringe with astonishment. Many of the blouses were nearly transparent, completely ******** her perfect breasts beneath the gauze-like material. The cocktail dresses were extremely short and barely covered her breasts, some made of tissue-like material that revealed every line and curve of her body. Still, Amanda gushed and modelled them for us as though she couldn't wait to show off her body as Vicente's mistress.

I was so worried that Vicente would own my wife so far away from me, completely out of my sight, that I didn't get hard at all while watching her prance around in her new clothes. Feeling the tiny cage dangle between my legs reminded me my dick was now useless to Amanda and probably would be for the foreseeable future. It was humbling, but in a way, accepting it had become a relief. At least my gorgeous wife still wanted to stay with me. She still loved me, and we enjoyed a wealthy lifestyle neither of us had ever dreamed of. Sex was the only thing I couldn't give her, but she had happily found a remedy for that.

Our next stop was dedicated to lingerie and swimwear. This was the shop I feared the most. It was Charles's ultimate chance to humiliate me in public, and I followed them like a scared child as they browsed the possible selections. My fears were confirmed when Charles chose one of the kinkiest outfits in the store - a very tiny French maid's outfit that displayed Amanda's beautiful breasts in their full, naked glory, pushed upward and outward by a brief underwired shelf of black lace. He led her out into the store to show me, and I saw a man near us stare and smile.

"I doubt your husband has ever seen you so fuckable," Charles announced. "Get closer so you can give him a better look."

Amanda moved a few steps closer to me, shoulders back, breasts thrust forward as though no one else was present.

"Do you think he'll like it?" she asked, smiling her best seductive smile as she looked down at her ******* breasts and nipples. "I know you love my boobs - you always have. But what about Vicente? What do you think?"

She didn't need to fish for the compliment. She knew men adored her breasts; I had caught guys staring at them since before we were married. "I - I'm sure he will," I stammered, overwhelmed with public shame.

But Charles wasn't done with me.

"How much do you think he'll like them, sport? Go on - tell us."

"Yes, tell me, sweetie," she repeated. "I love it when you tell me how much other men want me."

I could tell she wasn't herself. Her eyes were wide and dilated, and her voice dripped with sarcasm. I lowered my eyes to her distended nipples and knew Charles had included his personal touch to the occasion, probably slipping one of his 'additives' into Amanda's lunch just an hour before. She put her hands on her hips, thrusting her breasts toward me, no doubt testing my acceptance of her outrageous public display while under Charles's perverse control. My embarrassment was overwhelming; I surrendered, defeated by the shameless presence of her naked breasts in public.

"He'll love them, Amanda," I said. "They're so beautiful - any man would. They all do. They always have."

After a quick peck on my cheek, she turned and went back to Charles using her "runway strut" for all to see. Putting her arms around his neck, she buried her tongue in his mouth, shockingly indifferent to her surroundings and the men gaping at her body. I saw a few customers glance back and forth between Amanda and me, now fully aware of my place as her husband. A shiver ran through me, and I felt my cage tighten and wobble helplessly inside my pants. It wasn't really an erection, just the familiar trigger that brought my dick to life when Amanda was especially delicious. Along with it came a strange mix of defeat and a surprising hint of gratitude that Amanda was happier and sexier than I had even seen her.

I stood back and watched Charles and Amanda pick through the racks of swimwear below a mannequin wearing a tiny pink thong and halter top. Surprisingly, Charles's choices seemed to intimidate her at first, even in her aroused state, yet he didn't seem satisfied with the selections.

"But Charles, they're sooo tiny," she complained, as he held one after another up against her to test whether she would please Vicente in them.

"The customs are more relaxed over there," he promised. "Women go topless at many of the beaches, and there are quite a few locations where you won't have to wear anything at all. Vicente will want to show you off, and I expect you to be comfortable doing it."

"But, I'll be naked in public?" she asked, hesitantly. "I'm not sure I could do that. I mean, letting everyone see me like that? Would I have to?"

"Vicente expects his women to be compliant, Amanda. That means doing anything he wishes you to do, all the time. You have a beautiful body - you shouldn't be ashamed to show it to others. I know plenty of women who would be envious. Your tits are magnificent, far more exquisite than any I've seen with implants. Vicente said so himself. He treats his women like precious trophies, so you have to learn to behave like one."

"I - I guess I could do that," she said. She looked slightly uncertain, but more willing. "I mean, no one there will know me. If it makes him want me even more, that's all that matters. I do want to make him happy, Charles."

"None of these are quite right though," he told her as he looked through the tiniest bits of brightly colored fabric. He chose a bright pink one, not much more than some scraps of cloth and string. "We'll take this one, but I know a better place to find what Vicente will expect."

The tiny bikini was the first of his picks she had modelled for us, and she was shockingly fuckable in it. She had smiled at Charles when he approved. I was sure she had never worn anything like it in public. Before she had been taken by Charles's charms (and cock), she would have had a snide comment or two about a woman wearing one like it - that she was probably a "slut". It reminded me how much she had changed in the short time it took Charles remake her.

Our final stop wasn't like the others - it was a sex shop on the edge of the Tenderloin district, one catering to local performers in the sex trade and the occasional curious tourist. Again, the woman behind the counter seemed to know Charles; she eyed Amanda's unsteady strut as we followed Charles up and down the aisles of merchandise, finally stopping at a garish display of thongs and panties.

"These are what Vicente will expect," Charles explained. "We'll get you one for every day of the week. I'll leave the colors up to you, Amanda. I'm guessing by the size of your hungry little body, an extra small will fit. Try one on for us."

He handed the tiny scrap to her, and she examined it with a confused look. "I wouldn't even know how to put this on," she told him. It's just some strings and an inch or two of see-through material. There isn't even a top to go with it."

"Just do your best, Amanda," He told her. "The patch goes over your pussy. I'm sure you can guess that much. Put your legs through the strings and show us."

Amanda turned the tiny thong over and over in her hands, then looked up at Charles and gave him a sly smile. "So, he'll really like me in this? I guess I could try wearing it. But, I don't see a dressing room anywhere."

"It's a sex shop, Amanda - there isn't one. Just step into it, raise your dress and try it on. You aren't wearing panties, so it's more than you've been wearing all day. But if you take much longer to decide, you'll miss your flight tonight - and if that happens, I may just decide to replace your husband. You might consider what your life would be like with no money and only your husband's tiny dick."

Her reaction was sudden and swift. I watched as she pulled the tiny thong up along her bare legs and adjusted the narrow patch, trying to cover her moistening slit. Charles grinned his approval as she held her dress up to show us, wiggling her hips a little to find a more comfortable fit. The scrap of translucent material molded her pussy like a second skin, slowly working its way into her lingering dampness. The engorged nub of her clit poked at the material like a tiny finger beneath it, inflamed by Charles's drug-laced lunch.

Amanda waited for our response with a hopeful smile. "Um, do you think he'll like it? I mean really, really like me in it? Enough to..."

Charles stepped toward her and raised the dress higher. He traced a gentle line down across her belly, then continued to the tip of her thong-covered clit, nudging it from side to side. Amanda closed her eyes, sighed and shivered, trying desperately to maintain control while her body betrayed her.

"Yes, Amanda," Charles assured her. "He will - enough to put that huge cock in you day and night. It's why we're preparing you today. I'm helping you get what you want, and in return, you can do the same for me. It is what you want, isn't it, Amanda? To help me, and to..."

"...get more of him," she interrupted in a purring whisper. "Oh god, Charles - I do want it, more than anything. So much I can hardly breathe."

"More than freeing your husband from his cage?" he asked, glancing over at me and grinning.

"I - I do, more than that." She looked over at me as well, pleading with her wide eyes. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I need what he gives me. You understand, don't you? What it does to me? His body? His cock? How he makes me cum over and over and over? It's just that I never knew sex could be like that..."

I just stared - I had no words for her. Charles was fingering her clit in the back of the store while she needlessly confessed something I already knew. Her eyes had taken on a wild look, and she was humping Charles's hand. Yes, I knew. I knew how Vicente made her cum like I never could. And soon he'd have her all to himself to do god knows what to her while I anxiously waited for her return to me. She looked, well, helpless in Charles's hands, but defiant and drooling for cock at the same time. I'd hoped answering her would snap her out of it.

"It's okay, Amanda," I told her. "I know what you want, what you need, and I know he'll give you what you need. I'll wait for you. Just come back to me, happy and satisfied. Just please, come back to me?"

She pushed Charles's hand away and looked back at him. "Isn't he sweet? Just giving me to Vicente, giving my pussy to him? Thank you, Charles. I think his new little cage is working just like you promised."

She turned to look at me, all smiles and dripping pussy. There was so much hunger in her eyes; her body seemed to radiate waves of stark, sexual cravings that would be irresistible bait to any man who laid eyes on her.

"It is working, isn't it sweetie? You really will give up sex so Vicente can make your own wife happy. You'd sacrifice all that for me now, wouldn't you? And you do want his cock inside me as much as I do, don't you? Please tell me you do before I go to him. I need to hear you say it."

Each time I fantasized that Amanda and I might return to a normal life again someday, she seemed to become more certain I would never fuck her again. I clung to that fraying thread, along with the fading image of me as a virile husband. But that thread slipped from my grasp little by little every time I saw Charles's hold on her grow stronger. And she rejoiced in his control and celebrated each time Charles or Eric filled her with cock. Now she was desperate for Vicente's monster cock and still wanted my blessing for fucking him.

"You - you deserve him, Amanda. I - I mean, you deserve to have his cock in you." I stammered, fearing my words might drive her into his arms forever.

"See?" Charles told her. "Now we're all getting what we want. Even your husband. Remember what you told me? That you were worried your husband would always want to fuck you? Even after we were done with my plan to 'fix' him? Now look at him, Amanda. He's begging you to be with Vicente, to feel that cock of his do to you what he never could."

Charles placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to look into his eyes. "No regrets now, Amanda. No shame or guilt for abandoning your husband's useless dick. You can still love him - he can be your companion, just not a sexual one. He'll be fine with that, even happy for it in time. I can make sure you get all the sex you need, and the gratification you've never been able to enjoy with him. You can still play the happy couple - only now you'll be truly happy. No more 'husband-dick', and all the thick, hard 'man-cock' you could ever want. So, let's prepare you for your time with Vicente. Let's make you look so fuckable that no man can resist you."

As I stood by and listened to Charles assure Amanda our new life would be happier than the past, I began to realize much of the old angst was fading, replaced by a feeling of gratitude; Amanda would be sexually satisfied for possibly the first time in her life. I'd still have her as my loving wife, yet I'd no longer have those worrisome fears when other men stared and longed for her body. Maybe I could be what Charles wanted, her sexless husband, providing a happy home for her, enjoying her perfect beauty as one would a precious work of art that beckoned, yet was forbidden to be touched. Seeing her body respond in Charles's hands suddenly eclipsed the selfish sexual desire I had always felt for her in the past. Each and every sigh and gasp warmed me inside. I didn't understand why, but Charles seemed to have known exactly how it would happen within seconds after I first introduced him to my wife.

"I'm sending you back to work now, sport. There are a few finishing touches I need on Vicente's new contract. You'll see my notes on your desk. But don't worry, you should be home in time to get Amanda to the airport for her flight tonight. Amanda and I have one more item on my agenda before she leaves. Just a small token of my appreciation for helping me with Vicente in the future, something she'll appreciate before she leaves. I believe your Uber is waiting outside. Don't fuck around - get the contract done if you want to say goodbye before she leaves."

Charles was still lifting her face to look at him as he spoke to me. Amanda appeared to be in a trance. She stared up at him, breathing deeply, her hips moving, thrusting forward slightly as he continued to tease her clit. As intoxicating as the scene was, I wasn't used to watching her suspended in prolonged, captive hunger for the exquisite exhilaration Charles gave her there in public. Recognition of my defeat crept slowly over me, but I felt the first stirring inside my cage. Her body was alive with lust, oblivious to anything or anyone but Charles. It wasn't my wife my dick awakened for - it was a body so perfect, so completely consumed by its thirst for her orgasm. I had never seen a woman more owned by her master.

I tore myself away, suddenly aware that delaying my trip back to the office may mean I'd miss the chance to say goodbye, and to offer her my best hope for returning to me. The ride back to work seemed to take hours, and I imagined my Amanda in Charles's hands the entire way. I went over and over it in my head. How could he have taken my wife so completely? Had she been harboring these pent up sexual cravings for all the years we were married without me noticing even once? Yes, she claimed she still loved me, but her flesh was so utterly forbidden, so foreign yet so yielding to Charles and Eric. Yes, she was happier - but it still left a painful hole in me knowing I couldn't make her flesh tremble like Charles had. The reality of our years of marriage was becoming clearer every day. I had never really known the Amanda I married, a woman with secret, unmet cravings for a cock that could satisfy her thirst for size and relentless fucking.