The Key

The Key - 14


A draft of Vicente's new contract was on my desk when I arrived, covered with revisions Charles had made in red pen. I didn't ordinarily do this kind of work for him, so I knew immediately that he had ordered me to make the changes to humiliate me. The sticky note attached said I was to update the file and send it back to him when I had finished. I opened the copy attached to his email and began to work on the changes.

I corrected a few typos and rearranged a line of legalese here and there before coming to the new section. The new paragraph promised Vicente the use of Amanda's body as part of the agreement. I stared at the words there on my desk, shaken that she would become Charles's pawn to squeeze a bit more profit from a business deal. There on my desk in Charles's scrawled handwriting were words I could never have anticipated, even after he had given her to Eric as his toy. My hands shook as I typed them word for word into the attachment, fearing what may become of her.

The added paragraph named Amanda under a list of "Provided Assets". It guaranteed "the use of Amanda Marie Meriwether Finnegan in any way deemed necessary as a gesture of good will from the first party to the second". A sub-paragraph described her "assistance" in pornographic detail, how her mouth, pussy and ass would be available to Vicente at all times for whatever use he wished. It allowed him to use Amanda to further his own business negotiations, "either by graphic display or for compensation by physical gratuity". The last line stipulated that should any harm come to her whatsoever, or any physical signs of violence or abuse, the contract would be voided and large financial penalties due from Vicente. It described Amanda as a "precious corporate asset" to be returned to Charles's company in "pristine physical and emotional condition". The words "corporate asset" haunted me as I typed. Charles had even provided her full name, including her maiden name. She had to realize that should the document be leaked we'd be the center of a scandal that would make us the center of public ridicule and perverse fascination. He would insist that she sign it, and I imagined that her obsession with Vicente would override any consequences she ordinarily would have considered. Signing it would be her ultimate surrender; Charles would own my wife unconditionally and I'd have nothing to say about it.

As I was nearly finished, a window opened on my screen showing Charles and his two partners enjoying drinks poolside at his estate. They sat and joked under a huge umbrella that shaded them from the heat of the blazing afternoon sun.

Partner 1: "So you've arranged it - she's really agreed to do it?"

Charles: "I wouldn't say 'agreed', actually. More like 'eager'."

They all chuckled, and I could see them pause for a few seconds to imagine my wife naked, slutting for their company.

Partner 2: "And the little bitch's husband won't make trouble for us? You know what it cost us to shut the last guy up."

Charles: "Gentlemen, we're talking about a man who's already caved. He's watched Eric and me fuck her, and he's jerked off while his drooling slut of a wife begged us to make her cum. I've tamed and neutered him in front of her, and she's fine with it - much happier now that she's had a decent cock in her. She'll fucking drain Vicente dry by the time he's done with her, and he'll love every second of it."

Partner 1: "So, why are we here in the middle of a work day then?"

Charles: I know neither of you are completely convinced, so I wanted you to see for yourselves. Amanda, sweetheart, come out and show yourself. No need to be modest. We're all one, big, happy family now."

Amanda appeared through the open door of his house and walked carefully towards them. She wore the French maid's outfit Charles had bought her along with a pair of outlandish black, six-inch stilettos. Her eyes looked a bit dazed, but she wore a wide smile, one I was sure Charles insisted on. She stopped at their table and placed a fresh drink in front of each of them, then stood waiting, holding the small serving tray in front of her ******* breasts.

"Can I get you gentlemen anything else?" she asked. Her voice was almost little girl-like, and she struggled to keep her balance on the heels. A sudden breeze lifted her tiny skirt revealing the firm curves of her bare ass. They must have had a delicious view of her naked pussy from where they sat. Was this really my wife?

"I'm sure you know who my friends here are, Amanda. So you know you work for them too. My dilemma is that they aren't convinced you're up to the job of finalizing Vicente's contract. I'm sure seeing you in your new outfit goes a long way toward relieving their concerns, but I think they'd be more comfortable adding you to our little family if you provided a more personal touch. I'm sure you know what it would take to do that. In fact, you'd enjoy it, wouldn't you?"

Amanda gave him a puzzled look for a second, then turned her wide, glassy-eyed smile to each of them.

"I'd be more than happy to," she said. "Anything to be part of the family."

Charles took a seat cushion from the empty chair beside him and tossed it on the tiled deck at one of his partner's feet. I was sure I saw a moment of hesitation as she glanced down at the cushion. Then, a few seconds later, a ****** smile returned to her face and she went to her knees between the man's legs. I watched her small hands unzip him, then her long, delicate fingers fish his cock through his open fly. He was already hard, and she took the head in her mouth eagerly, knowing it would please Charles.

I leaned closer to my screen, glanced out through my open office door, then got up and hurried to close and lock it. I felt the nub of my dick come to life as Amanda slurped and gulped. She looked so hungry for him, yet so submissively obedient. The guy's cock was long but thin, nothing she would have craved after Charles and Eric, and certainly not before her anticipated time alone with Vicente. In the bright afternoon sun, no detail was left to my imagination. She attacked his cock almost violently, taking it as deeply as she was able while milking his shaft with both hands. It was a fantastical scene brought to life by Charles's perverse imagination, created to demonstrate Amanda's loyalty and submission. Charles knew I'd be watching; he knew I'd be tortured by the confines of my new cage as Amanda's performance was captured in vivid, salacious detail by his hidden camera. He was betting I'd be hard watching my wife suck his partner's cock, and for a brief moment I regretted that he was right.

Within minutes the man groaned and pumped his hips into Amanda's hungry mouth. I saw his cock inflate and spasm as Amanda took every drop, swallowing again and again as she guzzled his cum. She looked so small there on her knees in the tiny outfit, licking her lips as she recovered. Charles had made his point; she was his toy now. She belonged to him, and to his company. And he was determined to make me watch every second of proof.

"I believe everyone in my company should be treated equally," Charles said. "Don't you agree, Amanda?"

She rose carefully to her feet, still casting her eyes down at his partner's saliva soaked, deflating cock. I noticed an almost imperceptible shiver run through her before she answered.

"Yes, Charles. So, you want me to...?"

"Playing coy isn't like you, Amanda. Yes, I want you to suck his cock too. Usually you beg to do it. I think we'd all like to hear that now."

"I - I do, Charles. I mean, please, can I suck him too? You know I'll do anything you want - for you and the company."

I saw his second partner grin and open his pants. His erection stood thick and tall in the blazing sun, as though he was offering it as a defiant dare to Amanda. She moved the cushion and knelt at his second partner's feet, hands at her side, staring up at him. Her words were soft and almost a whisper. They twisted my gut and made my hands shake.

"Please, can I suck your cock, Sir? I'll make it good for you, I promise. I'm sorry Charles had to remind me.".

She was on him in the next second, sucking and licking, her pretty mouth stretched wide as it glided over the glistening, saliva-soaked shaft.

"Jeezus, Charles," he groaned. "You said she was a hungry little bitch - now I believe you. Vicente can have her as long as he wants - he can do her until she's..."

Amanda had taken his balls in her hands, massaging them softly as she inhaled his cock. His entire body stiffened, rising slightly off the chair as he emptied himself down Amanda's throat. The sudden spew surprised her and she gagged at first, then recovered and drank. His orgasm seemed to last an entire minute, but Amanda never took her lips from the head of his cock.

She finally stood again, struggling to keep her balance on the stilettos. She looked dazed and used, swallowing repeatedly to rid herself of any final taste of their cum. A few drops of semen had escaped and landed on her bare breasts, and I noticed a sticky white string clinging to her chin. She knew what Charles wanted; she waited quietly before them with her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes lowered, ignoring the breeze that lifted the tiny skirt to display her bare cunt and ass.

"Yes, yes, Amanda," Charles told her. "You are part of our family. Now, are you ready for your first assignment?"

"Yes, Sir," she said quietly, still staring at the deck.

"And what is that assignment, my dear?"

"To - to stay with Vicente. To have sex with him so he signs the new contract. To do whatever he wants with me with no complaints. I, um, belong to him while I'm there."

Charles grinned at his partners, then continued. "Well, he may not completely own the 'pretty little wife' inside, but he'll definitely own her hungry little body. And you can be sure he's going to use that huge cock of his to enjoy every bit of it."

Suddenly, she raised her head and smiled at him. "Don't worry, Charles. I want that, more than anything. He can have me."

"Then it's time to get you home, Amanda. We've packed your bags, and I'm sure your husband wants to say goodbye before he drops you at the airport. I wonder - will that tiny dick of his squirm a little in his new cage when you kiss him goodbye, knowing how many times Vicente will use his wife's tight little pussy?

"I - I haven't seen him get hard for a long time now, Charles. I don't think he can in his new cage. He knows where I'm going, and what I'm going to do there. He knows how much I love Vicente's cock, and that I'll be fucking him constantly while I'm gone. I think my husband will miss me, but not my pussy. He's over that. I think you've cured him of that."

Charles turned to his partners. "You know how this works. She isn't the first wife I've corrupted, and her husband isn't the first one I've neutered. But this little piece of ass was so hungry for cock I decided to put her to work for us. As long as we dangle her in front of Vicente, he'll always be in our pocket. And she'll always be a drooling slut for his cock. This, gentlemen, is a brand new day for us, filled with opportunity. All because I recognized Amanda was such a desperate, horny little wife at first sight. You can thank me when the contract's signed."

As the three men rose to leave, Charles paused to whisper in Amanda's ear. She stayed behind, standing there alone and delicious, until the men were out of sight. She was still struggling to keep her balance on the heels when she placed a hand under her skirt and began to masturbate. I could see her nipples pout and stiffen almost immediately. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her breasts heaved as she panted and groaned. Soon she was humping her hand, pumping her hips forward in an obscene display of shameless heat. I was sure Charles had staged her performance for me, just one more bit of evidence that she'd do anything he asked. She came suddenly and violently, moaning out loud and sinking to her knees as her body twitched and spasmed. Then, finally, the unmistakable words from her. "Oh Vicente - please fuck me - fuck me - fuck me - fuck me...".


~*~


Charles had taken Amanda home by the time I returned to see her off. Her bags were sitting by the door, and I heard her humming softly upstairs. I found her in our bedroom in front of the full length mirror, turning and posing in one of her new outfits. She had left three buttons of the white blouse undone, ******** the inner curves of her firm, bare breasts. Her nipples were hard little points under the thin cotton, daring to be touched and sucked. As she whirled, the pleats of the tiny, powder blue skirt flared and lifted to ****** the delicious curves of her ass barely contained by the matching panties. She noticed me watching in the mirror and smiled.

"It's sexy, isn't it?" she asked, still staring thoughtfully into the mirror. "I want to make a good impression when Vicente meets me at the airport. Do you like me in it? If you were him, would you want to..."

"I have no doubts he'll want you no matter what you're wearing," I assured her. There was still something slightly off about her. Her big blue eyes were vacant, and her voice was distant, yet smoldering with naked lust.

She turned face me, her smile slowly fading. "Are you still worried, sweetie? That I won't come back to you? I wish you wouldn't be. It's just sex. I don't want to stay with him - I don't think he'd have me anyway. One woman could never satisfy him from what Charles tells me."

"I guess it still worries me a little," I confessed. "You just seem so happy when you're with him. It's so different than how I've ever seen you with me. You, um, just light up when he's in the room with you. And then there's that glow of yours after you cum with him..."

"Sweetie - it's all about sex, only sex. You're right that it's never been like that for you and me, but I do love you. Besides, I thought you were beginning to like imagining me with other men. You masturbate while they fuck me. I've seen how much you like that. In fact, watching you cum like that makes the sex even better for me. Knowing you get pleasure from seeing me fucked is thrilling. But am I wrong? Does it still hurt you?"

"It's - complicated, Amanda," I explained. "There is something sexy and exciting about seeing you satisfied by another man. But it's a blow to my ego, and my masculinity. And there's the guilt of knowing I've deprived you for so long. But I'm trying - I really am. I just couldn't bear losing you."

Amanda turned suddenly and sighed. I could hear the frustration in her voice and see the fire in her eyes. She put her hands on her hips and squinted at me. Suddenly she seemed to be possessed by another woman, one who wasn't so careful about wounding my ego.

"Sweetie, I'm not sure what more I can say that will convince you that I still love you. But to be blunt, you have to learn to separate sex from love. Other men have always wanted to fuck me. They've flirted and hit on me throughout our marriage. At times I was tempted, and even flirted back when you weren't around. I just never told you because I knew you'd be jealous. Men seem to know my needs aren't being met, and those same nagging needs were always on my mind. I was so dripping wet when I could tell a sexy, confident man wanted me. There were such perpetual, unrelenting fantasies of how sex might be with a, well, more 'manly' man, one with a cock that completely filled me. I wanted to know what it would be like to cum, every time, just like all my girlfriends claimed. All this was inevitable, sweetie. It was your job, and meeting Charles, that finally gave me relief. And now, there's something else you need to know."

Amanda turned her back to me, bent over, lowered her panties and stepped out of them. I stared at the small, jeweled button between her ass cheeks and wondered what perverse item Charles had placed there.

"It's a gift from Vicente." she said, as she peered around a column of perfect legs. "It's real - a real diamond. He wants me to wear it on my flight. It hurt a little at first, but it's fine now, better than fine after he's used the remote a few times."

I could see it come to life, vibrating for a few seconds then stopping, over and over. A tiny light made the jewel sparkle with each quivering sensation it sent through her body, announcing Vicente's presence. She squirmed a little each time as her smile widened.

"So, he's, already in you I guess," I said solemnly, stunned it had begun so soon. Amanda's stark beauty accompanied by another confusing blow of defeat washed over me in a single second. I fought the effect it had on me, shaken that my wife would let him take her there so willingly, yet slowly feeling my cage fill with whatever feeble erection I could manage within it. How could I have let Charles make me feel so helpless and broken? And now Amanda seemed to be his partner in my descent, destined to become her accommodating, sexless husband.

"Isn't it sexy?" She was beaming, tucking her belly and clenching her ass cheeks each time it came to life. "I'm his even before I step on the plane. He told me he wants me bigger back there, so this will stretch me a little. He really does love fucking my ass, and I'm learning to like it too. It makes me feel so full of him, so 'taken'."

"But, he's so huge, Amanda. You never let me have anal sex with you."

"You were never really insistent, sweetie. You never showed the slightest sense of command with me in bed. You always made love to me like you were afraid to be more aggressive. You never showed me you could be what they call an 'Alpha Male'. Eventually I was resigned to accepting you'd never have what that takes. It took Charles's confident swagger and fearlessness to show me the deep, luscious satisfaction of that kind of submission. You never 'took' me like Charles, Eric, then finally Vincente did. But you can still watch. You can still get off seeing me beg for it. That's who you are now, aren't you? A husband who can only cum watching other men fuck your wife?"

She was shivering as she spoke, her pussy swollen and glistening while the plug shook her to her core. She froze suddenly, then released a short, low-pitched groan. "He's going to make me cum, sweetie. Oh fuck, Vicente..."

I stared at her quaking body, driven to orgasm there before me as Vicente controlled the butt plug. I had been so determined to return home to spend time with her before dropping her at the airport that I never imagined he might use her body before she left me. She began to sob, dropped to her knees, then collapsed to all fours, gasping and clawing the carpet. When she regained control, she rolled over on her back and looked up at me.

"I didn't know he'd do that, sweetie, honestly. Did it excite you? Did it make you hard, just a little in your new cage? Or was it too much for you right before I leave to be with him?"

Charles had warned me at the start not to let Amanda know Eric had wired our bedroom for video. He had said he wanted her responses to be uninhibited, unaffected by anything or anyone other than those in the room while they fucked her. Later I discovered that our entire house was bugged with hidden video cameras and sound; Charles took delight in parroting back to me private conversations Amanda and I had at the morning breakfast table. I began to see he was weaving the content of our discussions into his plans to use Amanda and kill my desire for her body. He'd use Amanda's words against me as evidence she'd never want to fuck me again. It was painful keeping his secret at times when she laid bare her disappointment with my performance in bed and her recent obsession with Vicente. I would think, "if she only knew...", but telling her Charles was listening would likely get me fired and our bedroom videos released to the rest of the world. Now I was sure Charles had shared the video feed with Vicente as well, and he had planned to humiliate me by taking Amanda's ass remotely as he and I watched.

"It - wasn't anything I could have expected, Amanda," I assured her. "I guess I never imagined how much you'd love anal sex. And yes, it was too much right before I hand you over to him so far away. It's all too much sometimes - losing your body to him, then losing my desire to satisfy you myself. I've accepted it most of time; I know I never gave you what you needed in bed. But the fear of other men taking you from me is still there. As much as I've learned to love watching them fuck you, losing you is still a heavy weight to carry. Your obsession with Vicente is overwhelming. He's the kind of man you could easily fall in love with - the powerful, confident lover with a huge cock in your fantasies. You've even admitted that, in a way. I keep thinking I may never see you again..."

Amanda stood, retrieved her panties, and pulled them up along her perfect thighs. Then she turned and glared at me. I could hear the frustration in her voice and see the fire in her eyes.

"You're just such a baby about this! You whine about it, on and on, even after I try to convince you I won't ever leave you. It's sex! Only sex! Something he's good at and you're not. I don't know what else to tell you. Maybe if you'd be a bit more of a 'man' about it, Charles wouldn't torture you so much. Maybe he'd let you out of that cage. If you only knew how many other things Charles has done to me, things I've never told you about...well, they're things your wife would never have done before meeting him. But I keep pampering you, helping you along, hoping you'll be everything Charles wants you to be."

I was stunned. She had approached me, inches from my face, her hand clutching my cage roughly as she raged at me. I saw a mix of frustration and lust in her eyes. Her impatience to go to Vicente was obvious, so much so that it ignited her response with aggression and anger. I understood, but that didn't make her words any less worrisome.

"I wear this cage for you so you can have the sex I never gave you," I told her. "And I wear it to keep my job, so we can have the life we enjoy. I'm sorry if I complain too often, but I'm trying. I really am, Amanda."

My answer didn't please her. She closed her hand tightly over my cage and tugged, pulling me even closer. I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest as she continued.

"Vicente is going to fuck me while I'm with him, every chance he gets. He's going to make me cum like only he can, and I'll beg him for more. He'll show me off, and use every inch of my body. You may never fuck me again, but I can still be your wife. I thought that was something we both agreed upon and accepted. But you should know that each and every time Charles, or Eric, or Vicente fucks me with his enormous, perpetually hard cock, yours seems even smaller and less likely to ever please me. Charles took your dick away, not your balls. For god's sake, use them once in a while. Calm the fuck down, let Vicente do whatever he wants to me, and I'll come back to you. You know it's going to happen. You know it! Now, take me to catch my flight, tell me to have a good time, and hand me over to him until he sees fit to send me home."


~*~


Amanda slept quietly during our hour drive to the airport. I kept glancing over at her, consumed with worry, but also overwhelmed with how delicious she looked in her new outfit. Another button on her blouse had come undone, flaunting the full expanse of her bare breast and nipple. The tiny skirt was bunched about her waist, displaying her perfect legs and a bit of lace where her panties barely concealed her succulent, round little ass. I wondered how men could keep their hands off her before and during the flight. How many would flirt with her and hit on her - those hung, confident men who would simply walk up to her and tell her they wanted to fuck her. Her greedy blow jobs with Charles's two partners were still fresh in my mind, how she drained them and gulped their semen in a sex-crazed frenzy.

I helped Amanda with her bags once we arrived, then waited with her in line to check them. Vicente had reserved a first class ticket for her, and I could see she was impressed. Surprisingly, her mood had softened by then, and she took my hand before leaving me.

"I guess I was a little rough on you before," she said, a crooked, apologetic smile forming across her angelic face. "I'm not sure what came over me - I think it was spending the day with Charles; you know how he likes to make you feel so small and impotent and then drags me into his little schemes. I felt like someone else as the day went on. I'm sorry, sweetie. But you know we have to obey him, don't you? You know he could fire you and ruin us. Neither of us wants that."

I cringed when Amanda assumed Charles's only hold on us was the money. What would she do if the videos of us were made public? With her looks and body, clips of her taking Eric's huge cock would be seen and downloaded by thousands of horny men. If Charles released our names, men would be lining up at our door to fuck her. Our friends, relatives and coworkers would all witness Amanda's obsession for huge cock and her willingness to cuckold me. Then there were the humiliating scenes of me watching, spewing cum everywhere as Amanda thrashed under them, delirious and moaning as she welcomed load after load of cum inside her. It would embarrass me, but eventually I could tuck my tail between my legs and hide from my part in it. Things would be worse for Amanda - it would destroy her.

"It's been a long day," I told her. "I think an entire day with Charles was more than either of us could take without some kind of damage. You may regret the way you said those things, but if you're honest, I believe you'll admit you've kept them hidden from me, bottled up inside you for some time now. I'm not sure what pushed you over the edge, but I get it. I'm not your fantasy 'Alpha male' with a big cock, something you've craved since the day we were married. But you can have that, Amanda. I can accept it - you know I have accepted it. Sometimes it even excites me. I just don't want to lose you in the process of how our marriage is changing. So, go. Have a good time in Spain. Then come back to me."

She put her arms around me and hugged me. I could feel her breath on my face before she kissed me, then her lips brush my ear as she whispered her goodbye. "I do love you, sweetie. And I don't want to leave with things unsaid. I need to know you're okay. So, will you tell me? I need to hear it, like you really, really mean it. Tell me you want him to have me there, that you want to give my body to him until I came back to you. Please say it. Tell me you want him to fuck me?"

She had pressed her body against me, and I could feel the firm swell of her breasts beneath the thin blouse. The tip of her tongue traced a slow circle over my ear, her breath hot and inviting. She kept whispering the words, over and over, there in the busy airport, in front of everyone. "Tell me...tell me...tell me..." All my resistance vanished, her former anger forgotten. I felt my dick stir inside my cage, then inflate to the confines of the tiny prison.

"I do, Amanda," I said quietly, my nose buried in the fragrant, luxurious sweep of her hair. "I want you to go to him. I want you to give your body to him. I want him to fuck you."

She looked up at me and smiled. "I'll never leave you - you know that, don't you? I only want his cock, not him. Go home. Imagine how good it will be for me - his thick cock deep inside me when I cum. Prove to Charles that letting me have other men is our future, and he'll remove your cage. And when he does, I promise I'll always tell you everything, and that you'll get the relief you need when I do. Goodbye, sweetie. I'll see you soon."