The Key

The Key - 16

I was wracked with guilt for days after Juliet finished with me. It seemed impossible that I had given in to her. I had called Amanda a ***** and humiliated myself during my submission. Yes, the pain had been like nothing I had ever experienced in both intensity and duration. But the day after, it had dulled to just a throbbing reminder, and I fought the shame of letting Juliet get the best of me. Even worse, I was sure Charles would have all of it on video. He could show it to Amanda whenever he wished if he hadn't already, or even make the entire session public for anyone to watch and download. I felt I was sinking deeper and deeper into a crippling, emasculating well that I may never escape.

Charles called me into his office the following Monday. I barely had time to check my email before he summoned me. I had opened Vicente's message immediately, hoping for news of Amanda's return date. Instead I found a series of photos of her with no explanation. He had copied Charles as well. I froze before the screen as I began to open them. There were a few of Amanda with Vicente in public again wearing outfits I had never seen before, suited to the warm weather there - various tiny shorts and thin halter tops that offered a generous view of her breasts molded by the flimsy material. The next were outdoor head and shoulder shots of Amanda, teasing Vicente with her "come-fuck-me" pout, the joyous laughing face I knew so well, and another with her eyes beckoning with scorching, wanton lust. She was naked in the rest, sprawled on Vicente's bed in various poses, one with her ass in the air and another with her legs open and inviting as she sat on the bed smiling as though she was inviting him to fuck her. I paused at the next one, staring at the image of her face filling the screen. I could imagine hearing her moans; her expression was as though she was caught in mid-orgasm with eyes partially closed and mouth open, distorted in a kind of wild surrender to her lover. And finally, in the last frame, she was there on her knees, eyes cast upward into the camera in adoration with the tip of Vicente's cock in her mouth. I could imagine Vicente looking down at her, snapping pictures as she sucked him, urging her on. "Show your husband what you are now, Amanda. Show him you're mine."

Charles was in an unusually good mood. "Come in, come on in!" he told me with a wide smile. "Oh - you'll want to close the door. Just a little friendly banter between friends this morning. A few private things others shouldn't hear."

I closed the door to his office and took a seat in the chair facing his imposing desk. I wondered how many other husbands had been here in my place while he bragged about fucking their wives. How many had handed over their wives to him without any serious objection just to keep the rewards he offered them?

"Have you looked through all your messages yet today?" he asked, still smiling.

"I have." I told him, knowing what was likely to come.

He took a deep breath and sighed. "Sometimes Vicente goes a bit too far, I'm afraid. But it's only when he knows a husband will tolerate a few little reminders. You understand that he knows you get off on it by now, don't you? Wives are his specialty, and finding a couple whose husband stays the course while he fucks the wife is a bonus. And in case you think Amanda is the exception, all the wives do seem to become addicted to his cock. Have you heard from Amanda today?"

I admitted I hadn't, and was disappointed there was no message from her in the email.

"Well, I suppose it's up to me to let you know then. Her return has been delayed. In fact, Vicente wants to keep her indefinitely. It seems he's head over heels in love with her 'hungry little cunt', as he put it."

I rose from the chair, ready to come across the desk and take him by the throat.

"Oh come on, sport," he assured me. He didn't even flinch. "I wouldn't be too concerned. Vicente will be distracted by another piece of ass soon enough, and she'll be back here with you, no harm done. I've also reminded him that Amanda's a valued asset, one I won't be happy to lose. Let's let him have some time. Vicente will cave, but he likes to do it in a way that preserves his reputation, and massages his giant ego."

"So, you're sure she'll be coming back soon?" I asked hopefully as I sat again.

"Don't worry, sport. Everything's fine. Amanda's doing her part, and as soon as I give him something else of value in place of your wife's pussy, he'll sign the new contract and Amanda will be home. We can't put a date on it, but I know him all too well. Besides, I think Amanda is having a wonderful time. Would she keep sending you those stunning pictures every day if she wasn't?"

"But those pictures Vicente sent today - they're porn. It's not like her to pose for them," I said, still worried. "She's never done anything like that before, with anyone, and she looks like she's enjoying posing for him. Who knows where they might be seen - her face is all too recognizable in the pictures. She still doesn't know you've filmed her fucking Eric, and I've done everything you've asked to make sure you keep those videos private. But our families and friends could see Vicente's photos - how would I ever explain that?"

"Look, you knew there would be risks, and possibly a price to pay. Knowing Vicente, there's probably no way to keep the photos from being released, at least to a few of his friends. But think about this - Amanda posed for them, voluntarily. She knows what may happen to them. Apparently she isn't nearly as concerned as you are."

I didn't know what to say. He was right - it looked like she was eager and willing in the photos. Had she changed that much in such a short time? Had her "celebrity" status as Vicente's ***** gone to her head? My little Amanda? The thought that the change may be permanent was devastating.

Charles watched me slump in the chair; I'm sure I looked completely destroyed by how things had developed. Losing Amanda to Vicente was my worst nightmare, and I knew I couldn't trust Charles's promises. The pictures Vicente sent played constantly in my head. Was he merely showing off, flaunting how he controlled my wife by putting his cock in her day and night, or was it really some perverted demonstration of his love for her? And then there was Amanda's angelic face, her adoring expression as her eyes drifted up at him while she held the bulbous head of his cock in her mouth. Might she just be playing the part Charles sent her to play, falling prey to Vicente's affection only during moments of her obsession with his cock? At times it looked like much more.

"You should know your wife isn't the first," Charles added, eyeing me closely. "And I can tell you, when they leave, they do it long before submitting like Amanda has. There are wives, like Amanda, who open themselves immediately to the sex and the financial rewards that come with it. There are husbands, like you, who accept it at first and thrive on my generous compensation, then get off on finally seeing their wives satisfied sexually for the first time. Amanda may be the cute little wife with an extraordinary body that so many men secretly lust after, and she may be more sexually hungry than any wife I've had the pleasure to 'know', but she's still in love with you. I've never met anyone quite like her, split in two after finding herself. 'Infidelity' has no meaning to her now when she fucks other men. But during those quiet times between fucks, in her heart I think the word still means a great deal. I doubt she'll ever leave you. But believe me; it's unlikely she'll ever lose her hunger for a bigger, harder cock."

"If you're so sure that she loves me, then why does she want to stay with him longer?" I asked. "She's just so, so, radiant in the photos, like nothing else matters - just Vicente and his cock."

"I'm sure she loves the attention and the excitement of his extravagant lifestyle. You know she loves the looks she gets from all the men. And of course, Vicente's cock is the ultimate fantasy of every bored housewife. But I'm the one who postponed her return. We have one small disagreement over the contract, and I have a hunch that Vicente will give in after Amanda works a bit more of her 'magic' on him. You see, it isn't Vicente who's seducing her this time; it's the other way around. That's why I agreed to send her. She's doing exactly what I asked of her. So, in spite of Vicente's photos, maybe you can put your hysteria aside and finally get some work done. Eric's been away far too long, and the IT requests are piling up. Maybe I should have given you his job to begin with. I'll be giving that more thought in the future."

When I didn't answer for a full minute, he asked, "Is there anything else you need from me today? Are you satisfied now?"

"It's about Juliet," I said quietly. "I had a visit from her. I don't want her anywhere near Amanda."

Charles chuckled. "A bit extreme, was she? What a stunning woman! It's funny, she was almost as docile as Amanda at first. Well, not quite - she wanted to fuck me before I had a chance to try. And right after I bent her over my desk and put my cock in her, she became the strutting bitch everyone here came to know as my midmorning office fuck. Something just snapped in her. It didn't take long for poor Jim to run for the hills, and his leaving seemed to further escalate her rampant desire to dominate every man or woman she set her sights on. She's also a useful asset, but unfortunately an unpredictable one. Still, I wanted to give you a taste of another tool in my arsenal. I can promise you that whatever she did to you, she can do worse, and that applies to Amanda as well. In fact, I think she has more of a taste for women than men these days. And Amanda is, well, so impressionable, so compliant. It would be a shame to lose her to someone with Jules's 'tastes'. Just a word to the wise. Understand?"

"You don't have to threaten me," I assured him. "I've given you everything you want, including my wife's body. It's something I've had to accept, but I know Amanda's happier these days. I can tell you, the thought of putting Amanda in Juliet's hands sickens me. The woman's a psychopathic predator and a pain freak. If you want me to cooperate, I won't stand for her using her sick 'talents' on Amanda."

Charles smiled at me, amused that I was so protective. "Now, now, there's no need for that - at least not yet. I'm very happy with Amanda just the way she is. As I've told you, I'm amazed at how easily her reservations and inhibitions simply collapsed within moments of having her 'dream cock' inside her. I consider her conversion some of my best work."

"Just keep Juliet away from her," I warned. "You won't like what happens if you don't."

He just continued to smile at me. "I love it when a husband like you tries to protect his cock-hungry little wife, even when you think she's about to leave you for a man who's better equipped to make her feel like a real woman for the first time in her life. I have to tell you, meeting a husband's cute little wife for the first time and knowing her needs better than he ever has - well, it's always so fucking rewarding. It always gets me hard when I'm right about her."


~*~


In the days and weeks that followed, I had no more emails from Vicente, but Amanda contacted me every day. Sometimes there was a picture of her in one of the outfits Charles had bought for her, posing and smiling at Vicente in the midst of a sunny, public marketplace, or at night, caught in a colorful beam of light as she danced in a crowded nightclub with men I had never seen before. Her open-mouthed laugh was always dazzling; there was never a hint that she'd rather be anywhere else. She didn't seem to care that her body was on display in clothes that barely covered her, or that some were so transparent that men could make out every delicious detail of her firm, round breasts. Her messages were positive and upbeat, but always included a line or two that, whether she intended it or not, flaunted her attraction to Vincente and her passion for his massive cock.

"Hi, sweetie. I hope you like my photos. Vicente has been buying me lots of new clothes - it's too hot to wear some of the outfits Charles sent with me. As you can see, I'm getting a nice tan all over. Vicente's taking me to a salon tomorrow for a complete makeover - a body waxing and new hair style, so you may not recognize me in the next pictures I send! Just kidding, sweetie! Vicente takes me to parties almost every night, and I've met so many of his rich, good-looking friends. But don't worry, I only have sex with Vicente - he sees to that. Does that still excite you? Hearing me tell you how much I love his big cock? I hope so! He's such an amazing lover. But just remember, it's just sex. I'll come home to you soon. Love you - Bye!

-Amanda

There were no more videos, but I couldn't help imagining Amanda riding his cock, or taking the full length and girth inside her as she lay under him, moaning and calling his name as she begged for more. I wondered if Vicente had helped with her messages, embellishing her thirst for his cock. As often as I read them, over and over, obsessively dissecting every phrase and implication, I couldn't decide.

No one made the wait for Amanda's return easier. Although her daily emails contained none of the porn Vicente had sent, there were usually shots of her and Vicente together, embracing, smiling at each other, or strolling hand-in-hand like the perfect newlywed couple. Her messages that accompanied them always added a line or two about his amazing cock, how many times he had make her cum the night before, and then her teasing certainty that all that would excite me. The suggestive images she drew with her words would trigger an uncontrollable throb inside my cage, one I recognized but regretted after I felt my dick's futile push against the confines of its steel bars. Recalling how his monstrous cock opened her and wormed forward to fill her sent a creeping warmth through me, until the reality of seeing Amanda's glorious smile beaming up at him unraveled the final threads of eroticism, replacing them with and worry and fear.

And then there were the daily private meetings with Charles at work. When his attempts to amplify the sexual angst in me became ineffective, he began to rely on his suggestions that Amanda may decide to stay with Vicente.

"Yes, yes - I'm sure she still loves you, in her way," he'd say, staring seriously at the expanse of paperwork piled on his desk. "But sometimes it isn't enough. I can order her back home, and I intend to when the work is done. But more and more, from what I see, she's bonding with him. I'm sure you see it too. She's torn between her love for you and the glamorous, sexually fulfilling life Vicente can provide. But sometimes, when a wife like yours has been denied her dreams for a very, very long time, her frustrations accumulate behind a weakening dike built of hope, and finally resignation. She may not even be conscious of it until someone like Vicente smashes the barricade and unleashes every fantasy she's ever imagined in a man. He's rich, powerful, confident, handsome and hung. Love doesn't always conquer all, you know. When she comes back to you, you'll always wonder if she'd rather be with him. If she lets you fuck her again you'll always worry that your dick will never be enough for her, and that she'll crave the thick, relentlessly hard cock that once shook her to her very core."

This from the man who not long ago assured me that Amanda's love for me would deliver her to me again without question. I didn't want to believe him, but now his words invaded the tiny crevices of doubt I harbored and pried them open into gaping rifts. I was lost, completely useless at work as Charles's demands became more insistent. Eric had disappeared, and Juliet prowled the halls, often snaking her fingers under my belt into my pants when she passed my office on her way to see Charles. "I can't wait till we play again," she'd whisper as she tugged on my cage. "And that little slut of yours, well, when she gets back, I could just eat her alive...at least until she begs me for more like the ***** she is."

Then, without warning, I returned home from work one day to find a very naked Amanda waiting just inside our front door, the tiny, glittering key dangling from a delicate gold chain about her neck.