The Key

The Key - 6

It was nearly impossible to concentrate at work after that night. Thoughts of my Amanda naked on stage for all those men to ogle and tip assaulted me constantly. Losing her body to Charles was a nightmare in my new bizarre, erotic world, but the thought that she'd willingly offer her body to a crowd of strange men, even if just for the thrill of teasing them, was as though her body was now available to everyone but me. Charles's message to me was clear; he had opened my wife to considering the whims and fantasies of all other men and had shown me she would follow wherever he led. I kept imagining that every man I'd see, at work, in our neighborhood, or anywhere on the street for that matter, would eventually see my wife naked and willing, and would eagerly take any opportunity to fuck her. Amanda had always been so reserved, so timid when other men flirted with her, impossibly far from the image of a slut. Charles was changing her right before my eyes. The idea stalked me every minute of the day and had me in a constant state of distress, but then I'd get hard again and feel the cage bite into me, reminding me that I'd have to wear it until I could show both Amanda and Charles that such thoughts wouldn't arouse me. I had no idea how to separate the angst from my dick's involuntary twitches and engorgement, as hard as I might try.

And there was the matter of my male ego, now slowly disintegrating after the recognition that I had never been able to satisfy Amanda in bed. All those years she "let" me make love to her, and she never let on that I wasn't the kind of lover she needed. I was aware that I didn't have the biggest dick out there, but now I found it was more than that; Charles had that additional "something", that commanding, Alpha presence that Amanda had always fantasized about. I imagined her trapped in a self-imposed, deprived cocoon for years, then suddenly ripped of it, released to live her fantasies after Charles's mere flirtation and the touch of his hand on her cheek and neck. Now more than ever, it seemed as though the past was disappearing, and our future with Charles was more and more certain.

~*~

We had invited the neighbors over for a barbecue weeks ago, long before Charles took my place as Amanda's lover. At least he wouldn't be there to humiliate me in front of them. It was disturbing enough that many of them may have seen her giving him head inside our front window. A social event without him lording over me was just what I needed to reclaim a bit of my place as Amanda's husband.

I was surprised to see Amanda in a deeply cut, white halter top and pleated tennis skirt by the time our guests arrived. It wasn't scandalous, but she had never worn anything like it for a neighborhood get-together. Still, the halter showed the full, round shape of her breasts more so than I was used to, and the skirt was so short. A brief twirl and her panties could be seen by anyone who happened to glance in her direction. I wondered if Charles had bought the outfit for her, and if so, I worried that he'd make a surprise appearance at the cookout.

Everyone loved my barbecue. Chicken was my specialty, but I always had burgers and dogs ready for the kids. The back yard was full of the usual mix of nearby neighbors and just about anyone who wanted to stop by. Frank and Barbara next door were the first to arrive, always with enough potato salad or baked beans for everyone. Then it was Keri and Curtis, also next door neighbors, who made gallons of iced tea and wheeled a cooler of soda and beer over to our back yard patio. Their son, Eric, a newly graduated college senior, was back home for the summer considering a long list of job offers. An IT genius, he sometimes stopped in to help Amanda with her laptop when I was traveling for work. As I watched them there, side by side at our picnic table, Amanda would laugh at his jokes and touch his arm as though they were best friends. With my imagination on fire, I wondered if Keri and Curtis began to think their "innocent" friendship was something more troubling. Thanks to Charles, I began to think every guy who paid Amanda any attention at all was trying to get in her panties. That he had made me carry that weight in such a short time was both worrisome and a little emasculating. How many men would Amanda discover to be better fucks than I was? The answer scared me.

I watched Amanda as I worked the grill, mystified and obsessed with excitement and vague suspicion. For the first time I was attuned to other men's attraction to her, and hers to them. Had they glanced a little too long at her legs or breasts? Was she laughing a little too brazenly at one of Eric's jokes? I imagined my neighbors, Frank and Curt, drooling over her, secretly wanting her, their hands inside her halter top, their fingers climbing up her thighs and into her fresh, white panties. Yet, there was no hint or clue that any of the men were planning, plotting, or even thinking any of my imagined fantasies. I should have been ashamed, but Amanda's addiction to Charles had summoned frequent, depraved thoughts of her infidelity, even with our friends and neighbors.

By the end of the day, Amanda was no more or no less popular than usual with my imagined suspects. In fact, I was sure I stared at her breasts and thought about my fingers inside her panties more than anyone else had. If Charles had made an appearance I knew he would fuck her to the limits of her consciousness later that night in our bed, and our neighbors would likely be aware of her moans and screams as he skewered her with his cock. Fortunately, I had been spared his presence, but I was still obsessed with the image I imagined the other men there had of her. Were they thinking of her sucking and grasping their cocks while she whispered her most sultry, indecent needs so softly in their ears? I began to wonder how any of the men could have resisted her deliciously willing body. Then I'd get hard and the cage would remind me of Charles's and Amanda's promise to free me of it if I behaved. So I tried my best to think of their relationship as an acceptable option to wearing the damned thing forever, and the option of standing in the unemployment line. I was learning self-control, but it was a hideously difficult and seemingly endless lesson.

~*~

I watched Amanda undress later that night, knowing it was likely a test to see if I'd get hard for her. She stripped the panties down her legs, then twirled and watched my reaction as her tiny skirt flared and lifted, whirling in the air about her waist.

"You should take off your pants so I can see," she told me. "I know you're not supposed to get hard for me, but I still like that I can do that to you. You've always been so sweet when you shower me with compliments about my body, and I'd miss that if you stop. Just because we can't have sex anymore doesn't mean I don't appreciate my husband wanting me."

I did as she asked, and failed miserably at staying soft. By the time I got undressed I was oozing precum in long strings that wetted my pants and underwear. The head of my dick was crammed into the front of the cage and released more and more sticky fluid as I stood a few feet from her and watched. She kept twirling, ******** the naked slit of her pussy for a few seconds, then her perfect, firm little ass as she bent over with her back turned. "She stays shaved for Charles," I told myself. "She'd never do that for me."

I shivered as she came closer, went to her knees, and took the end of the sticky cage in her mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue invade the opening at the end, forcing its way inside against the sensitive entrance to my dick. I gasped suddenly and let out a long groan as the memory of her mouth on me returned.

"It's okay, sweetie," she whispered. "I won't tell Charles. Honestly. I love it when you're hard for me. Maybe I should just suck the cum right out of you. Would you like that?"

"P-please..." I begged. "I know you'd rather fuck Charles, but please, will you let me out just long enough to suck me until I cum? I need to cum so much - it's been so long, and I've watched - ".

"Shhh, sweetie. I know. You've had to watch Charles's wonderfully immense cock in me while you're so desperate, and then hear me cum with a lover I've dreamed about since the day we were married. I know you're trying so hard to please him, to give up having sex with me as long as he wants me. But sweetie, I don't have your key - Charles keeps it now. I think he knows it's too soon, that I might be tempted to let you fuck me in a weak moment when I can't bear to hear you beg so urgently."

Amanda looked up at me and grinned. "But I love seeing you so horny, so at least I can do this." She pried my legs apart and began licking my balls, then took them in her mouth and sucked gently. My dick strained against the cage and I thrust my hips forward as though fucking the air might bring me relief. When she began to hum softly I began to shake as though my legs might give out from under me. It was both torture and renewed hope that I'd get to finally cum if only she'd keep tonguing my balls just a little longer. When she stopped a minute later all hope was drained from me.

"You really do love watching Charles play with me then fuck me, don't you, baby? You have to tell me if you want more. Don't be ashamed - tell me how you love all of it."

I was helpless in her hands, so needy, so teased and deprived for so long. So I told her everything she wanted to hear. "I do, Amanda. I love watching him put his cock in you. I love knowing how it fills you compared to mine, and how you cum with him like you never did with me. Now please, can you try to get me off? Please try - please?"

But she stood and backed away a few steps with a knowing look in her eyes. "I know it's torture for you, sweetie, but hearing you tell me means so much to me. It makes the last remains of guilt I feel for cuckolding you vanish completely. It tells me that I'm sure you can learn to be what Charles wants you to be - a loving husband who freely offers my body to other men with no regret or ridiculous notions that you own me. But tell me this - do you think that any of the men at our barbecue today might have liked what they saw while I was wearing Charles's new outfit? That maybe they sneaked a peek at my panties, or noticed my boobs when they saw me for the first time without a bra?"

I confessed, with every detail that I had imagined while she flaunted her body in front of them. I described how I imagined every man at the party whispering in her ear that he wanted to fuck her, and that I tried to guess who she'd want next in our bed. I surrendered lavish praise of how perfect her body must have looked to them and how hard they must have been for her if she had only looked closely enough. I practically gave her to each and every friend and neighbor as I confessed, sounding like I'd give anything for it to happen. And when I was done, she just smiled, strolled to our bedroom window, and opened the blinds.

"Did you ever notice that Eric's bedroom window faces ours?" she asked, still smiling. I could see the light coming from his window and a hint of motion in his room. Amanda raised the blinds to provide a better view and turned to face the window. "He's been watching me undress for years, and I love letting him see me in my bra and panties. I wouldn't be surprised if he jerks off thinking about me. He was so affectionate at the party - didn't you notice?"

I had noticed, but the other husbands were the more likely suspects if I had to imagine Amanda in bed with one of them. But yes, then I remembered how Eric had spent time with her and touched her while they talked and laughed.

"Why don't you sit over there, out of sight?" she told me. "We don't want the boy to think you like this, do we? At least not yet."

I took a seat in the corner of our bedroom where I could lean forward and peer into Eric's window but remained mostly out of sight. Amanda turned off the lights and left a bedside lamp behind her glowing brightly. I was stunned as I watched her pose for him, lifting her hair over her head with both hands and running her fingers through it while slowly swaying her hips from side to side.

"I've been watching him too, sweetie. Such a strong, muscular body on the boy. And his cock curves upward, so hard and erect when he masturbates. I do have to confess, I watch him and wait for that sometimes at night. I'm not sure if he knows I'm watching or not, but I do imagine he's doing it just for me. Sometimes he walks around naked with a hardon for an hour before he jerks off, and it makes me sooo wet. I had forgotten what a young cock looks like and how it stays so hard for so long. I wonder what he'll do if I show off a little? He's never seen me like this, completely naked."

It wasn't long before Eric was facing her through his brightly lit window. He watched Amanda until he was certain she wanted him to see her, then stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his boxers.

"See?" she reminded me. "He's everything I said he was, isn't he? Sometimes I can see it throb from here."

The kid's cock was freakishly huge, completely out of proportion with the rest of his slim, athletic body. His cock stood stiff and tall, barely moving as he took a few steps to the window. Could I see it throb as well, or was I merely imagining it? I felt embarrassingly small and useless when I imagined what his cock might do for Amanda. It would be the ultimate humiliation to know our best friends' son was fucking my wife repeatedly, and yet, thoughts of him on top of her, cumming in her, and she cumming at the same moment, had me leaking precum onto the chair cushion where I sat.

"I've seen him masturbate, sweetie, but not while he's watching me like this. Oh God, look how he's stroking himself. He really wants me. I don't think he cares that I'm your wife - I think he used to, but not anymore. I'll bet he'd fuck me anyway, don't you? Watch him, honey - look at his cock!"

Amanda put her hand between her legs, cradled her clit between her fingers, then eased two fingers inside. I recognized her first little gasp, then the slow, quiet moan that followed. She canted her hips forward and opened herself so he could see the swollen, wet slit that begged to be fucked. He was jerking his cock furiously, pumping it forward as though it might reach across the space between them and push inside her. Then he'd slow and start again, showing her how he'd fuck her for as long as it took to get her off.

"You want him to fuck me, don't you, sweetie?" she gasped. "Tell me - you want to give me to him - that he can have me - any time - he wants. Please, sweetie, I need to hear it..."

Before I could answer, Amanda came, twitching and shuddering in front of the window. I could hear her utter the faint, halting noises between ragged breaths - "uh - uunh - oh - oh fuuuck..." Eric came immediately, spurting thick ropes of semen onto his window as though he was rewarding Amanda for her surprise seduction. After a minute of recovery, Amanda smiled and waved to him, then lowered the blinds.

"I know it's risky, but I think I have to have him," she said. "You saw him - you have to understand why. It's just that I keep hearing what women my age say about young cock, and now I could have one of my very own to play with. I get chills thinking about that huge penis of his - about having it in me, actually."

"But could he keep it to himself?" I asked, nervously. "Guys like that love to brag about the girls they fuck - and in this case, it would be even more tempting. He'd be fucking a married woman. Telling his friends would make your body his trophy and fucking you his ultimate conquest. What if our friends and neighbors found out? I'd be a laughing stock, and you'd be the neighborhood slut. I don't think it's worth the risk."

My guts were churning as I considered it. We'd never be able to keep it a secret. And I didn't need a college kid telling me what a great fuck my wife is. Charles's domination over me was more than enough to bear, and who knew how perverse a kid Eric's age could become? It was all too much, too overwhelming. Amanda would surely agree.

"I think it would be good for us, sweetie," she told me, after a few minutes thought. "You need to get over your jealousy and accept your non-sexual role in our marriage. If that means others find out, so be it. If Charles is right, eventually you won't care at all. It would also serve as an excellent example to Charles that you're ready to be freed from your cage. In any case, I don't think I can resist fucking Eric after tonight. We can arrange for you to be gone when I have him here in our bed so you don't have to watch - at least for a while. But I think in time you'll get off on watching a virile, young college guy fuck me in the bed where we sleep. Of course, I'll have to get Charles's permission first..."