The Key

The Key - 8

In that instant, on that night, something broke in me. The news that I'd be reporting to a young stud who wanted my wife every bit as much as Charles did in likely the same ways, my nakedness there next to Amanda as she played with my cage and balls, and Charles's command and destruction of the longtime sexual bond between Amanda and me was too much to fight. Time seemed to freeze. I couldn't think or say a word. I was losing myself under layers of helplessness and submission to Charles, and now to a young "genius" whom I'd have to train on the job as everyone became aware he was using my wife for his fuck toy.

Amanda's grip on my balls grew tighter as her sly smile widened. Charles looked on from his chair; his satisfied grin told me my future. "My sweet little Amanda," he said finally. "What an amazing woman you've become. You hold your husband's manhood in your fist, and yet you can't quite decide whether to crush his little balls or not. Still so caring, so attached to him after so many years of him disappointing you in your bed. I imagine castrating him is a satisfying fantasy, but there are other ways, Amanda. My ways. Let's do it together, shall we?"

She stood and lowered the tiny skirt, still staring at me with a cruel smile. When she was naked, she told me, "This is what I want, what I need. It's what I've always needed, but you could never give to me, as hard as you tried. Now you're going to watch while Charles fucks me. You're going to watch his huge cock pry me open and slide inside me. He's going to fuck me like a man should, and you're going to enjoy it. You're going to enjoy seeing your wife satisfied like you always wanted to yourself. I don't care if you get hard or not, or if you get out of your cage sooner or later. I only want you to know what I've wanted for so long now."

She went to him in three quick steps and straddled his lap. Clinging to his shoulders, her bare breasts pressed against his chest, she turned her face toward me. She locked her eyes on mine as Charles entered her slowly, making sure I could see every thick inch disappear inside her. Her body rose slightly with each sharp, rhythmic jolt delivered from Charles's hips as he began to pummel her from below. Then suddenly she moaned and collapsed into him, unresponsive and limp. I fought for breath as she was tossed like a tiny, exquisite doll made to dance for her master. Then, rising quietly from the shadows where their bodies met, the little unintelligible sounds she made became clearer. Her words were evenly spaced, repetitive, almost as if sampled by a machine adept at mimicking Amanda's voice at the height of her lovemaking.

"Show him, Charles - make him see - how I need to be fucked - how I need your big cock in me - how I cum for you - so much better - so much better than with him..."

Her words sent a chill through me as I watched him fuck her. It was clear that she was in her own world, so deeply immersed in her fantasy that in her world, Charles's cock was the only thing that mattered. Were Charles's special desserts directly responsible for the humiliating words she used or had they simply enabled her to say what she had really thought during all our years of marriage together?

Charles ran his hands up and down her bare back, wandered under her arms, caressed her breasts, then returned to stroke her back. He feasted on her shoulder, biting and sucking, finally moving up along her neck, tracing lines along the tendons and muscles that stood in shadowed relief as she lowered her cheek on his shoulder. I knew all too well how sensitive her neck was, how, during sex, all I had to do was lick her there and she would moan with pleasure. If only my dick had pleased her half as much.

Her slim arms tightened around him, her back tensed, and she erupted in a series of short, muffled whimpers. I'm not sure how long it lasted - the sounds she made were like a siren's song, drawing me in, making me want her, but warning me she was his now, that she had given her body to him completely.

I wandered the house most of the night, listening to Amanda's cries of joy and his hourly groans as he pumped his cum into her. They were the sounds of my worst nightmare, and yet I was so hard listening to him use her. When I peered into our bedroom to see Amanda riding him with her head thrown back and her hands caressing his chest, the pain from the cage was almost unbearable - but my dick stayed harder than ever. Her body was so small compared to his; I struggled to imagine how he fit inside her. And yet I wanted him to fuck her, to fill her, to make her cum so many times she no longer had the strength to continue. I got hard thinking of my little Amanda belonging to him, hungering for him, moaning as his immense cock filled her belly. I didn't understand why. I only knew it made me both hard and fearful at the same time.


~*~


I finally slept early the following morning, and when I woke, Charles had gone. Amanda was bright and cheery, and looked amazingly fresh after her shower. She wore another outfit I didn't recognize, a pair of tiny pink shorts and matching crop top. I was staring at a wife I never knew. The lower curves of her breasts were displayed just under the lower edge of the top and the outline of her hardened nipples was tantalizingly visible beneath the paper-thin material. She saw me staring but made no attempt to cover herself or make an excuse.

"I know that look, sweetie," she said, smiling her best smile. "You like my new outfit, don't you? Charles bought me three of them, each in a different color. He thinks my body's perfect for them - do you?"

"I have to agree, I guess. But it's so revealing - I mean, you're not going out anywhere in it, are you?"

"Oh, I don't know. Charles says I should, at least for my jogs around the neighborhood. It's strange that he doesn't want to share my body, but he wants me to show myself to other men. I suppose that's part of owning me now, showing everyone that I'm, well, his girlfriend."

"So, is that what you are? His girlfriend? Do you have feelings for him? I mean, other than the sex?"

She was busy making coffee, and answered me as though we were discussing the weather.

"You're being silly, sweetheart. I'm your wife. I should have said 'lover', not 'girlfriend'. I'm sorry if I upset you."

But she had said it, and it stuck in me like a knife. I wondered if Charles would have approved of the word, and whether he thought of her that way. Still, as arrogant as I found him to be, I guessed her body was his only interest. After all, there had been so many other wives in his bed, so many marriages tortured and changed irreparably by his "natural gifts". I couldn't help wondering if Amanda would have been immune to his advances if I had been blessed with a cock like his. Maybe it would have made me more of the Alpha Man she dreamed of. I should have been more assertive the first time he touched her. Instead, it had made my dick hard and I just watched him take her.

"We both overslept," she reminded me. "You don't want to be late for work on Eric's first day. I hope the two of you get along. I guess it's hard having someone that young as your new boss, isn't it? But he seems nice, and you know how attracted I am to him. Still, I wonder if he'll like me, after -"

"You mean after he fucks you, right?" I asked. "Charles did say he'd have the same use of your body as one of his benefits. It's just hard for me to take - having two men fuck my wife and having both as my bosses. I was supposed to get a promotion, but now Charles has given the position to Eric. Nothing is turning out as I planned, as we planned together. It's just so, discouraging."

"Oh, sweetie, don't worry about Eric. Yes, we'll probably be having a lot of sex together, but you shouldn't forget that accepting that is the only way to be free of your cage. Look at it this way - Charles is giving you another chance. If you let both of them have me and can keep from getting hard, I'm sure he'll be impressed enough to let you out. Once sex with me no longer matters to you, everything will be good again."

"Well, it'll be good for you, and Charles, and Eric, but I'll still be the husband of a gorgeous woman - one I can't make love to or even touch. Be honest. Won't you miss it at all? Have I really neglected to satisfy you even a little, for years now?"

Amanda brought our coffees to the table and sat across from me. She leaned forward and her top billowed open to display her perfect breasts, breasts I could no longer kiss or touch. I remembered Charles's hands on them the night before, lifting and squeezing them like he was examining ripened fruit. The image of his immense cock entering her slowly, inch after inch, stalked me and refused to leave. And in the background, her moans. Jesus, how she moaned for him.

She looked directly into my eyes, searching, trying to discern whether I really wanted the truth. It only took her seconds to decide.

"I won't lie to you, sweetie. I love being close to you, and seeing you want me, in your way. I feel affection for you when I see you get hard for me. Very deep affection. But there are some men who just aren't made to, well, fuck a woman like she really needs to be fucked. Sometimes it's cock size, but more often it's talent. Some men do all of it perfectly, and others just never get it right. I know you've tried to please me, but the sex was always less than I expected from you. I've tried to be patient over the years, always fantasizing about the man who takes me and knows what to do with me. Whenever I did have an orgasm with you, it was always with my fantasy lover there in my head, seducing me, out-fucking you as you stood by helplessly, hoping to learn what it takes. But you never did learn. And then Charles came along, and you just let him have me. I leaped at the chance, knowing you'd likely stand aside without challenging him, just like in my dreams."

This time the wound wasn't as deep, but it was still there. I was to be a true cuckold, with a wife who fucked other men to find the satisfaction she failed to get at home. The sense of loss and humiliation began to blend with obsessive erotic thoughts of Amanda moaning while she rode the cocks of man after man. In a sense, her moans became satisfying for me as well, as if by giving her to her lovers I could help supply the unmet needs she suffered for so long. As she stared at me across the table with her beautiful, wide eyes, images of man after man plunging into her hungry body had me hard again. How could I want this? I didn't. But my dick was telling a different story.


~*~


The office had a welcoming party for Eric during lunch. Charles made a flattering little speech to our team, and Eric stepped in to eagerly accept Charles's praise as his new IT "genius". No one knew Amanda was part of Eric's "benefits package", at least not yet, but I cringed when he looked at me and winked while he spoke to the group. The image of him standing in his window, stroking his huge cock as my naked Amanda masturbated for him assaulted me within seconds. I thought of the second cock that would now put mine to shame, and how Amanda would enjoy adding him to her growing list of lovers. Did she think of me at all while Charles fucked her? Would she constantly compare both cocks to mine as they filled her? And then I'd get hard, knowing she would.

Eric called me to his office later that morning. I had hoped it would be all work and nothing about Amanda. Please. Not yet. Not where everyone might hear. He'd have her body in our bed soon enough, I was sure, but I wasn't looking forward to being cuckolded by two bosses with all my coworkers' knowledge. It must have been a first, and I was sure the other husbands would be grateful their wives hadn't been the property of two men at once.

"I wanted to get together today and talk," Eric said, wearing a knowing grin. I know I have a lot of catching up to do here, and I'd be grateful for any help you can give me. Charles has told me a lot about your work, and he's been generous with his praise of it. So, I think we can do good work together. I hope you agree.

"But we need to talk about Amanda as well. I suppose you know Charles has told me everything, and that she and I will have a special relationship from now on. You know I've always liked Amanda, but probably not that I've harbored sexual fantasies about her for years. There is something about an older woman in her prime that's always attracted me, and Amanda's a perfect example. But I have pretty good instincts about couples too. I can tell when a wife isn't getting the sex she needs, even when the husband can't. It's a talent I was born with, I think. So, have you discussed this with her at all?"

"Not really," I answered nervously. "I - um - was there that night, just out of sight, when the two of you masturbated at the window. I know she has fantasies about you too. It's not easy for me to say, but I'm sure she's eager to have sex with you."

He was quiet for a while, looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, than back at me and sighed. "I don't get this cuckold thing that's become more popular lately. I mean, letting other men fuck a gorgeous wife like Amanda? I'm betting Amanda loves it, but do you get off on it? Doesn't it bother you at all? I know you're wearing a cage on your dick, and that must be embarrassing at times. I mean, it's fine though. I'm willing to play - more than willing. To be brutally honest, I can't wait to fuck Amanda."

His grin told me he wasn't going to be shy about taking her. I could almost see him drool at the prospect of putting that huge cock in her. And I knew she'd love it. I remembered her stretching up to kiss him the day before, there in public where anyone might see, her petite body so small and willing, so anxious to get a second look at his cock.

"I can't explain it to you, if that's what you're asking," I told him. "Charles seduced her, and I've had to go along to stay here. He's given me huge raises, and Amanda loves the things I can provide with that. Amanda loves sex with him, and I'm trying to accept it. Trying. And the cage, well, everything I do, every thought I have, is about being free of it. It's painful at times, and yes, embarrassing, even in front of Amanda."

"All I can say is, I wouldn't want to be you," he said. "But now that I know you're trying to accept that I'll be fucking your wife, I'm much more comfortable doing her. Has she told you how she feels about that? Do you think she's wet for me at this very minute? That she can't wait to fuck me?"

"We talked. This morning. And yes, she's looking forward to it, and that I learn to accept having other men satisfy her. It, um, has to do with our past, our sex life."

I see," he said, smiling again. "Maybe you just weren't up to the task, but thought you were, and she never let on? Then Charles fucked her and she couldn't keep the secret anymore? Something like that? I can always tell."

I stared down into my lap where the cage bit into my dick and balls. "Something like that," I confessed.

"You know, I never thought of Amanda as the slutty type, as long as I've known her, through my teens and after. But she always made me just a little horny, whether it was watching her out in your yard gardening in her little shorts and tank tops, or sliding in and out of her car in those tight skirts she wears. There was something hot about her innocent beauty that always put a little heft in my cock. For years now I never knew if her soft touches and little compliments on my looks were just meant to be friendly or something much more. She's one of my mother's best friends, so the nasty thoughts I had when she was around were just guilty fantasies. Don't get me wrong - I would have fucked her in a heartbeat had she told me she wanted it. Now, well, this is not only unexpected, it's long overdue. I'm hard right now just thinking about it."

His story about his past with Amanda was getting me hard as well. I wondered if she had considered fucking him years ago, but knew seducing her best friend's son would have been dangerous. Still, thinking back, she had always brought him into our conversations and always smiled a bit wider when he was around her. There was lasciviousness in that smile I refused to recognize at the time, but now it was clear she had likely thought of him when we fucked. Had she seen his cock before that night at our window? Was it part of her fantasies as well as his strong, young body?

"I don't think of her as a slut," I assured him. "Charles does, and you might, but she's still my wife. She's promised me she'll stay, that she cares about me. It's just the sex she needs from Charles. I'm sure she needs the same from you, with no strings or commitment. At this point I have to accept that. I can't give her what she needs in bed, but some men can, and now that she's had better cock she can't go back to the way we were. I have no say about any of it. She wants what she wants, and I need my job to keep her."

"Okay, I think I know where things stand," he told me. "But you should know I want to fuck Amanda as soon as I can. And since you'll be working for me, I need hear that you won't try to interfere. In fact, what I'd really like to hear is you beg me to fuck her. I'll just record it so there won't be any repercussions later. No one can blame me for fucking a man's wife after her husband begs me to do it. So go ahead - I'm recording now."

So far there hadn't been any physical evidence that Amanda was cuckolding me, but Eric was more careful than Charles. That it would even exist made my skin crawl. But Eric was my boss now, and losing my job and my new inflated income might cause me to lose Amanda when I couldn't afford the lifestyle Charles had promised us.

"I - um - want you to fuck my wife, Amanda," I recited.

"That's very generous of you. Is that what Amanda wants too?" he went on.

"It is," I offered. "She wants you to fuck her. She admitted it just this morning."

"And why would she want that?"

"It's, um, ah, because I can't, um, fuck her, the way she needs it."

"Well, that is unfortunate. Honestly now, just between us, is it because your dick is too small to make her cum?"

"I guess," I said, my face burning with shame.

"And she told you that?"

"Yes, not long after Charles started fucking her. But she likes him too - how confident and aggressive he is."

"So now you're wearing a steel cage on your dick until you learn to let her have what she wants without jealousy or possessiveness. Is that correct?"

"It is. I don't like it, but I'm doing whatever it takes to have it removed."

"And when do you think that will be?" he asked.

"When I learn not to get hard for her anymore. To let other men have her, any man she chooses. I need to know she's being satisfied. To accept it, and be happy for her."

"Once again, you really want me to begin fucking your pretty little wife because you can't? I'm not entirely sure you mean it."

Eric was grinning across his desk at me, hopeful that I'd beg.

"I do. I'm begging you to satisfy her. It's what she wants. It's what we both want."

"Then consider it done," he promised.

I left his office feeling small and drained, giving in so easily that I couldn't believe what I had done. Now he had a recording of me begging him to fuck Amanda. I had just folded in his presence, worn down by Charles's constant dominance over me, and his ownership of my wife as though it was what I deserved. His "training" had me doubting myself at every turn. And after enduring all of it, I wasn't sure my cage would ever come off.

Amanda was in a surprisingly cheerful mood that evening when I got home. I still had misgivings about how Eric's talk with me ended, and I grew more and more worried when I replayed the meeting in my head. Getting away from him and Charles was comforting at the end of a long day, and Amanda's enthusiastic peck on my cheek was a much needed welcome at home.

"Did you know Eric called me today?" she asked, beaming. "He was so sweet on the phone that I invited him over tonight. I never knew he could be such a charmer, going on and on about how beautiful and sexy I am. How did it go today between you two? Did you have time to talk?"

"We talked," I told her. "I doubt the work stuff will change, but he made it clear that he can't wait to have sex with you. Did you know he fantasized about doing you since he was a teenager?"

"I guess I had more than enough clues that he did, sweetie. Honestly, I didn't encourage him, but I have to confess I've had some of my own fantasies about him for years. He's always had such a sexy, fit body, and there were times when I could see he was hard, so I knew he was huge down there. I suppose some of those fantasies never left me."

"So, did you think of him when we made love?" I asked. "Was it often? Did you cum while pretending I was him?"

"I did, sweetie. Not every time though. I was always trying to give you another chance, hoping that you'd get better at satisfying me. You tried so hard, but still..."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I never met your expectations. I wish I had known, but that may have made things even worse. Hearing that I was a terrible lover would have devastated me. I might not have been able to get hard at all after that."

"You weren't a terrible lover, sweetie. It's just that there was always something missing. I had been with bigger men before, so there was that. But it was more than that. I needed to be 'taken' by a man who wasn't so careful or predictable. I needed to be ravaged, at least now and then, by a strong, powerful man who only cared about filling me with cock and making me cum. I tried to let you know, hoping that you might change, but you didn't understand."

"Well, at least now you'll get your fantasy with him," I said, trying my best not to be beaten down further by what she had told me. "Are you going to sleep with him tonight? Is that why you invited him over?"

"I'm hoping he'll stay the night - it's what Eric and I both want. You knew it was going to happen soon, right? But I want you to be a part of it. Why don't you give me a nice hot bath and help me decide what to wear for him? We can plan the evening together, make the bed with clean sheets extra pillows, and light some candles in the bedroom. We need to make sure both Eric and Charles know you're okay with this, that you've helped Eric feel at home in our bed. It'll be a nice surprise for him. I could be on the bed in one of my sexiest nighties and you could show him in and offer me to him. Maybe you can even ask Eric if you can watch us; that might just give him a good reason to have your cage removed, if you show him you can keep from getting hard while he's fucking me. Do you think you can do that? Can you prove to him that my body is only for other men now? And that you've abandoned the idea that you'll ever fuck me again? Please try, sweetie. It's what we all want from you. It's my longtime dream..."