The Key

The Key - 3

When I woke the next morning, Charles was gone. I opened my eyes when I felt Amanda's hand on my cheek as I lay on the sofa, exhausted from a fitful night's sleep. She was naked, her curls a tangled mess with scattered patches of Charles's crusted semen clinging to strands of sweat-soaked hair. I could smell his cologne on her, his lingering reminder that she had been his all night and would be for many nights to come.

"Was it terrible for you?" she asked, quietly. "Charles can be so demanding a times, but I had no idea he'd make you do those things."

Her body was so temping, so mouthwatering, even after she had been used beyond anything I could have possibly done in our past. She smiled when I ran my hands over shoulders, breasts, and belly. Then, between her legs, I felt the lingering, sticky pool of his semen still seeping from her. I pulled back, staring at my slimy fingers, suddenly put in my place again by Charles' parting gift.

"So, he came in you again this morning?" I asked. "Did he just leave? I didn't hear him go."

"I'm so sorry, honey. He wanted me one more time, and you know how I love sex in the morning. I just can't seem to say 'no' to him, and, well, you know we really have no choice."

"Can you please unlock me now?" I begged. "This thing's so painful, and I'm so hard seeing you naked so close to me."

"Charles won't allow me to have sex with you without his permission even if I could unlock you. But he has the key now. It's the only way he can be sure I'm, well, 'faithful' to him, as he put it. I wish I could. I didn't know it would be so painful. And I know you want to fuck me so badly. Give me some time to talk to Charles. Maybe I can get him to agree to let you out now and then if I promise to - "

She stopped mid-sentance as if finishing was something I wouldn't want to hear.

"If you promised him what, Amanda? Do you think he'd really agree?"

She took my hand and removed it from her thigh. "This is what I'd have to promise - that you couldn't touch me like that, ever. He doesn't just want to fuck me, sweetheart - he wants to own my body completely, every inch of me. I told him I couldn't do that to you, that we're still married and we love each other. We need that kind of affection, the hand-holding, the carressing, and I love kissing you, even if we can't make love anymore. Still, if you really want me to, I could probably trade my agreement for him freeing you. Would you want me to do that?"

I could see in her eyes that she was serious, that she'd consider giving all of her body to him in exchange for my freedom. But how could I live with that? Forbidden to touch or kiss my own wife? Knowing he'd have her entire body all to himself, his hands groping her in public, his cock in her constantly?

"I can't ask you to consider it, Amanda. I can't lose the rest of you, the small physical part of you I can still enjoy. I'm sure this will end eventually, and surrenderring all of you to him would be almost like you having a second husband, one who is just with you to fuck you."

She smiled at me and took my hand again, placing it on her breast. "Well, let me talk to him anyway. Maybe we can come to a compromise. There has to be way I can help. Now I need a hot shower to help me recover. Come with me. You can soap me all over and shampoo and condition my hair. My entire body doesn't belong to him, at least not yet."

We spent a long time under the steaming shower, washing each other, touching and stroking, enjoying the sensation of our naked bodies pressed together as we kissed. I moaned when Amanda cupped my balls in her hand, massaging them gently with her fingers.

"Is he better than me?" I whispered. "Do you cum harder?"

"Is that something you really want to know, darling?"

"Please," I begged. "Tell me. I need to know."

"I can feel you thrusting against me, sweetie. And your cage looks like it might burst. Is this turning you on? Does it excite you when you think of me with him? When you think of him making me cum?"

"Please don't make me say it - just tell me," I begged again.

"I'm just surprised, that's all," she answered. She began to whisper close to my ear as she palmed my balls. "But if you really want to know, in a way he is better. The way he handles me and talks to me, so forcefully and in control. But you know that, don't you? That I love the way he demands my submission to him? And honestly, the way he demands your submission too. At times I feel like he 'owns' both of us, and that makes me soo wet. Is that too much for you to hear?"

"Tell me, Amanda. Is he really big? A lot bigger than me? Do you love how his cock feels inside you? Do you cum harder for him than you do with me? The truth, Amanda? Please?"

"You poor thing," she whispered softly in my ear. "You're so worked up, so excited. I can feel your heart pounding. But if you want, I'll tell you." She closed her hand over my balls and squeezed lightly, over and over as she spoke. "He's wondeful in bed, honey. Yes, better than you. Better than you've ever been. I'm addicted to his giant cock. It stretches me, fills me, and I cum so hard when all of it's buried inside me. It's the kind of sex I've always wanted, the way I always imagined it should be."

Her hand closed more tightly around my balls, pulling at them, then exploring, digging into them with her fingers. I gasped, afraid she might be so deeply taken by her story that she might lose control and crush them. But I was still so hard inside the cage, so urgently hard for her, so painfully hard to have her tell me how she wanted his 'giant' cock more than mine. I could feel my orgasm building as she played with me. The cage was soaked with my precum. It flowed through the metal bars and made her hand slippery as she rolled my balls between her fingers.

"Oh, sweetie - no, you can't cum! He'll be so angry if he asks me, and I can't lie to him. I'll stop. There - see? Now I can tell Charles I didn't let you cum. He wants you to save all your cum for later - when it will feel so much better for you. I shouldn't have teased you so much. But sweetie, you got so excited. You do imagine us together, don't you? Having a powerful man like Charles fuck me does excite you, doesn't it? It's okay - you can tell me. Please tell me sweetie. It will make everything so much better."

"Fuck, Amanda, I need to cum so badly! It's been so long! I can't help it, but yes, thinking of his big dick in you excites me. Thinking of you cumming under him excites me. That he owns your pussy, and maybe every inch of your body soon excites me. I don't know why, but it does. Yes, a powerful man sticking his huge cock in my wife excites me. And it sickens me. And then excites me even more. Now you know."

Amanda put her arms around me and hugged me, her slick, firm body so warm and wet against me. As much as I wanted her, something in me began to accept that her body was now Charles' property, and that it was exactly what she wanted. Maybe she deserved his huge cock. Maybe I never gave her what she needed in bed. Maybe she was meant to have a cock like his.

"See, now isn't that better?" she told me. "All you had to do was tell me. It won't be so bad, will it? And I can promise you that Charles has some very kinky surpries for us. Maybe you'll even get to cum soon."

"Has he said that? That it will happen soon? And when it does, will you even want my dick after having his now?"

She reached down and took my caged dick in her hands, lifting it slightly as if testing its size and weight. I could feel the tips of her fingers through the spaces in the metal bars, her nails grazing the sensitive skin hear he tip where my precum still flowed constantly. Then she looked into my eyes as if peering inside me.

"It's been so long, sweetie, that I almost forget what you're like down there. After seeing your little thing trapped inside that cage for so long, I can't remember it being any bigger than it is now, just a few inches long. I'm sure it must have been, but we both know you've never had a dick you were proud of. But honestly, there's something reassuring about seeing you like this. We don't want to anger Charles, and in a way it's comforting to know you have to follow his rules, that your penis is so non-threatening when it's locked up like his. It does help you to behave for Charles, and he loves that."

"But do you, Amanda? You can't enjoy seeing me made a prisoner like this, can you? I get so hard when I see you naked for him, and it's so painful like this. Don't you miss making love with me? Sometimes it's like you have no sympathy for me at all."

She rolled her eyes at me, released my balls, and stepped out of the shower. I followed her, watching her towel her delicious body from head to toe. Imagining Charles' hands on her was unbearaable.

"If you're going to start pitying yourself I can't help you," she said, now making an effort to avoid looking at me. "You should know that while you're whining about your dick, it makes me wet knowing you have to let him have me, that a man like Charles has gelded my husband while he uses me. It isn't all about dick size, sweetie. Maybe if you had been more like Charles over the years, just 'taking' me like I've always dreamed a man should, none of this would have happened. Anyway, he wants you to start dressing me, so come along and I'll show you some of the new clothes he wants me to wear. And don't bother getting dressed yourself. The only way to get over your self-pity is to keep your cage on display around the house. I'm not sure I believe him, but he says you'll be proud of it eventually, just like you'll be proud to give my body to a man like him when I need to be fucked. Do you think that's true? I mean, you're already hard every time he puts his cock in me. Maybe you will learn to be proud of becoming my sweet cuckold husband..."