The Key

The Key - 5

Amanda began to drop in at work nearly every day at lunch time. She'd stop to kiss me on the cheek and then whisper, "I'm here to suck Charles's cock again. You want me to, don't you?" I could see my coworkers staring, then look away quickly with expressions that told me they understood completely why Amanda was there. I would argue at first, whispering and pleading with her not to embarrass me. But she'd lean over my desk then, and I'd see her skirt ride up showing everyone she had arrived to visit Charles without panties. I imagined they could all see her bare ass, and maybe even her pussy as she doted over me while she whispered what a great fuck Charles had been the night before. In time I simply gave in and told her how glad I was that she'd soon be swallowing his cum. Eventually it would make me hard when I told her, and my cage would dig into me mercilessly.

Strangely, I began to look forward to Amanda's visits. I could imagine her sweet mouth sealed around Charles'ss cock as he grabbed her hair and came down her throat. I could imagine how pleased she'd be that she had satisfied him, and maybe even that everyone would know she was his new slut. She'd walk by me when she left the office, stopping to kiss me one more time, then, rolling her hips like a ******, she'd pass by all the others with a wide grin on her pretty face.

"It's okay - we've all been through it," Harold told me one day. We were in the men's room. He had glanced over from the urinal beside me and saw my cage. "You'll get over it, you know," he went on. "Most of us have. After a while, sex with our wives didn't mean anything at all. We really didn't miss it, as long as they were happy fucking Charles. He made us understand that they needed him much more than they ever needed us in bed. If you've seen his cock, and I suppose you have by now, you know what he does to them with it. My Mary always said my size didn't matter, but after Charles had her just once, she was addicted. After he tossed Mary aside for a new younger girl, we tried so many times, but she just couldn't cum with me anymore. What's worse is that I can't get hard now unless I think about Charles coming in her. I'm not supposed to tell, but sometimes we ask him over to fuck her again just so I can watch and masturbate - then Mary and I can both get off. But he's given me two huge raises in the past year. We paid off our mortgage early, and Mary loves her new car. She seems happier than ever. For me, the best part is that I don't have to wear that fucking cage anymore..."

Was this our future? Would Charles show Amanda the best sex she's ever had, then drop her for next year's model, leaving us sexless and her pining for his cock relentlessly? I felt sick; but knowing I'd get home to find my wife naked on her knees servicing him still got me hard. I just couldn't get the picture of her lips on his cock out of my head. She'd look so helpless there, yet so eager and adoring while she coaxed his semen into her waiting mouth.

That night I found them dressed, on their way out to have dinner, then drinks at one of Charles's favorite watering holes. He held Amanda in his arms with his hand up her skirt. They were kissing, and she was moaning softly.

"Oh good, you're finally home," Charles told me. "Did you finish the report I asked for this morning? I was afraid you might be late and miss seeing Amanda in her new outfit."

Amanda turned, put her hands on her hips, and thrust one bare thigh forward, posing and smiling proudly. "How do you like me?" she asked, in her sexiest, low, sultry voice.

"But, you're not going out in public like that, are you?" I asked in a panic.

She wore a white, sleeveless knit top that left her belly bare and flaunted the pink of her nipples through the tightly stretched material. Her skirt was barely more than a narrow strip of the same material that dipped below her navel and showed the open space between her legs when the light ******* her from behind. I gasped when I saw the bright pink, six inch strappy stilettos. They practically screamed "BIMBO SLUT". What would make her do this with a proud smile on her face? In an instant I knew - it had to be Charles's cock.

"Be very careful what you say next," Charles warned. "You're very close to sounding insulting, and men who insult my women very quickly regret it. Now, say something nice about Amanda's new outfit. I want her in a good mood tonight, and you're not helping."

"I-I'm sorry, Amanda," I said. "It's just that I've never seen you show so much of your body before when we go out. You look, um, very sexy. I'm sure everyone who sees you will think so too."

"Oh my boy, you've just given her the perfect compliment!" Charles exclaimed. "You are so right - every man who sees her tonight will want her. Just imagine your pretty little wife teasing all those big-cocked, virile men, just by passing by and giving them a little smile and a wink. Wouldn't that make you wet, Amanda? Wouldn't you want every last one of them?"

Her smile grew wider. "Oh Charles, I know how you love putting me out there, parading me in front of all those men. And I do think about it - I mean, what it would be like if I chose one of them to fuck and you had to watch for a change. Is that what you want? To watch me fuck a stranger?"

"Well, I'd be all for that, Amanda," he told her, grinning. "I'd love to see you wrap your pretty legs around a strange man's ass and beg him to cum in you. But what about your husband here? Would you like to see that, sport? Your wife getting fucked and flooded by a random stranger? Maybe hear her beg for it? See her cum with him?"

Amanda was looking at me intently, waiting to hear what my answer might be. My God, she looked delicious. And I was getting as hard as I was able in my cage just thinking of what Charles suggested. No, I didn't want my sweet wife fucking random strangers - hell, I didn't want her fucking Charles if I had a choice. So why was it making so hard?

"I - I don't know," I stammered. "Would you really do that, Amanda? Just because Charles wanted you to? Even if I didn't?"

"Well, it is an interesting thought, sweetheart," she said. "I wouldn't mind a strange piece of ass now and then. You're all locked up in your cage, and if Charles wanted me to do it, I probably would if the guy was hot and he wanted me. You've already given me to Charles - what's one more man going to mean to you? If you're ever going to get out of that cage, you're going to have to give up getting hard around me. You know that. Maybe think of me as more of just a close friend, or maybe your sister. There can't be anything sexual between us - Charles has told you that. You have to get over wanting me like that."

"Why don't you try working on that tonight while we're gone, sport? I mean, just look at the sweet little face. Can't you imagine a time when that will be enough for you? That your happiness will come from letting other men have her pussy? It's a husband's duty, isn't it? Sacrificing his own needs to make his beautiful, loving wife happy?"

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Charles," Amanda said. "His sex drive was never as intense as mine to begin with. Just give him a little more time. He already gets hard just thinking about your cock in my mouth. He told me that much. Once he learns to accept his place he'll be anything I want him to be, just like he's a little boy again, masturbating to his dirty movies and ignoring me when you come over to fuck me. I know my husband - it's just a matter of time."

Charles never brought Amanda home that night. I tried not to think about how he was displaying her in public. I tried not to think about what kind of men would want her, and what she'd do for them at Charles's slightest suggestion. My first erection didn't last long, and I spent the night filled with fear, ashamed of what I was becoming. Seeing my wife take my boss as her lover, then hearing her assure him that she would see me as a little boy again filled me with overwhelming defeat. Yet, there was something strangely satisfying that accompanied it. Amanda was so beautiful, and Charles had made her his sexy playmate for everyone to see. His cock made her so happy - so much more than mine ever had. If I could be sure Amanda would continue to be my loving wife, would it be so bad?

Amanda sat on my side of our bed and gently woke me the next morning. She was completely naked - I had no idea where her clothes were. There were no signs that the men they talked about had used her; her makeup was gone and her hair smelled of coconut and lilies.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said quietly as she ran her hand over my stomach and down to my crotch. She rolled my balls between her fingers for a few seconds, then tugged lightly on my cage. "You're not going to get hard for me, are you, sweetie? We don't want that, do we?" Her smile was loving and genuine, and I found it had chased my erection away just as I began to get hard. It was comforting to have her there beside me, and I found I could ignore her nakedness and let her smile warm me.

"Did - he - well, you know - do what he said he would to you last night?" I asked. "I mean, to have you fuck a stranger? Did you?"

"No, silly - that was just Charles's way of worrying you. He has this thing about control, especially us as a couple. The more you worry and give in to him, the more he gets off on it. He's so sure he can break you from wanting my body, and well, I just want you to be free of your cage again. I know it hurts you. But we both know you have to show him you never get hard around me to have that happen. In fact, you're doing a pretty good job of that right now."

"So, what did you do last night," I asked. "Where did he take you? Did anyone we know see you together?"

"We ate at this very nice little bistro," she told me, still fondling my balls with her fingertips. "Then we went to his friend's nightclub for drinks. At least I thought it was a nightclub at first, but it was really a strip club for very wealthy men. I suppose I had a little too much to drink, and when Charles told me to get on stage, I just couldn't refuse. All the men really liked me, even though I couldn't dance as well as the other girls. They threw money at me - lots of it, and demanded to see me naked. It wasn't so bad really - I kind of liked the attention. The guy that owns the place asked Charles if I could work there a few nights a week, and Charles said he'd be proud of me if I would. I guess I'll be going there Tuesday and Thursday nights, at least until I learn to dance better. After that I can work weekends for more money. Charles was so happy and excited that he took me to his place and we fucked all night. The man is a monster in bed - he never gets tired and stays hard over and over until I can't take any more."

Her account was frightening. My sweet wife working at a strip club? Naked? This wasn't who she was at all. She "liked the attention"? My God, what had Charles done to her? How could he possibly change her like this so soon? Of course I knew the answer by now - it was his cock again. I was still stunned that Amanda had needed a cock like his for years and never said a word. How hungry, how deprived must she have been to have become his slut so quickly? The answer to my own question became a crushing weight, enough to keep me from getting hard at all while she continued to play with my balls. Wavelets of defeat washed over me as I imagined his hold on her and her addiction to it.

"Now, see how good you're getting at it?" she said with a wide grin. "You're not hard at all, even when I tell you I stripped naked for a room full of strange men. They all wanted to fuck me - they told me so over and over. But Charles just can't help it - he had to have me for himself all night. But I was glad. I doubt any of them could fuck me like Charles can. And now you don't have to worry so much about me fucking strangers. There is something so powerful about it though, teasing all those men with my body, promising them what they'll never get. But they seemed to like it anyway, very much like you do now. I think you like watching Charles fuck me more than fucking me yourself now, don't you, sweetie? Funny, it's just like he said it would be..."