The Key

The Key - 9


When Eric didn't show up for dinner I was grateful to be spared more humiliation after that day's meeting with him. Amanda was visibly excited at dinner, gulping her meal and wearing a knowing smile as I watched her.

"If you talked about me, did you get hard when you met with Eric today?" she asked between bites. "I thought you might."

"Only a little, just once," I confessed.

"What was it that made you hard? Do you remember?"

"It was his story about how he wanted you back when he was a teenager. He'd see you in your shorts and sweaty halter top outside when you were working in the garden and fantasized about fucking you. He also said something about how you let your skirt ride up to show your legs when you got in and out of your car. I never knew that. Did you do it on purpose, to tease him?"

"I don't remember all the details from back then, but I can tell you there were times when I knew he was looking, and I couldn't help giving him a better look at my legs, and sometimes more. A few times, after you made love to me the night before and I was still really needy for sex the next day, I'd go without panties and hope he'd be watching. Then I'd find an excuse to stroll over and talk to him just to see if I had made him hard. Sometimes he was, and I could tell he was huge."

"So, would you have fucked him back then if he made the first move? Is that what you wanted?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Now that you know how much I wanted him, I should confess that I bought this lifelike dildo after I started fantasizing about him. I guessed it was about his size - it was the biggest one they had. I hid it in the back of my underwear drawer so you wouldn't know. There were moments when I was with him during the day when I could barely control myself, then rushed back home to masturbate with it while you were at work. After I'd tease him a little during the day and then see how huge he was, even through his pants, you were especially useless to me in bed that night. I had already imagined what his cock would be like inside me when I used the dildo earlier that day, and I'm sorry to say, you just weren't an adequate substitute. Then the next day it was all I could do to keep my hands off him again. I never touched him - his cock, I mean, but I was wet for him so often. I mean, almost constantly. Trying to keep my obsession for him a secret was always so hard for me. I'd imagine what would happen if you found out and I'd feel so guilty, but only for a few seconds. There was always this little voice in my head that told me I deserved much better sex. You never noticed how much I wanted him when you saw us together? I was always afraid you would."

"I guess it bothered me sometimes, the way you touched him when the two of you spent time together. I saw the way he ran his eyes over your body when he thought I wasn't looking, and it made me a little jealous, but I never thought you'd let him seduce you - he was so young, and your best friend's son. But I guess my thoughts were also a tiny bit erotic. I never noticed his cock like you did, but I would see him mow the lawn next door without his shirt and have these fleeting thoughts that you might be attracted to him. I could see he was young and in great shape, and I was a little envious. He was just cocky enough to try to seduce an older woman - but you? You were so fresh and innocent. I had no idea that you..."

"That I needed much more in bed than you could give me?" she added. "I'm sure you had no idea how much I wanted him, or at least how I wanted his cock. I was always a woman who needed more, sweetie. You just couldn't see it. When it was clear you weren't going to give it to me, well, fantasizing about Eric's cock was inevitable. You can hardly blame me, can you?"


~*~


I answered the door about nine o'clock when Eric arrived. He apologized for being late, walked right by me, and took Amanda's hands in his, telling her how gorgeous she looked. We had tried to decide on her dress together earlier that evening, but she had made the final decision. When she stood there with his hands on her I had nagging regrets.

She had chosen a fiery red cocktail dress, an off-the-shoulder number that barely fell to mid-thigh. I had surprised her with it years ago on our anniversary. Amanda thought it was too revealing to wear for any of our social occasions, but she had surprised me by agreeing to my suggestion that we seek out a bar in a nearby city where we were sure to remain anonymous, enter ten minutes apart, then pretend we'd met for the first time and fuck in a nearby hotel. I remembered the way her eyes lit up as she listened to my plan. I also remembered that by the time I'd make my entrance there was always a guy there beside her trying his best to talk her out of the dress; I had to wait my turn to play my part until she sent him on his way. Sometimes my wait seemed uncomfortably long.

Thinking back, there were times when it seemed she was playing her own game, taking her time with the guy, promising him much more than we had agreed on. Now I recognized the flickering angst from that time, the spark of excitement while I watched them flirt, and the nagging anxiety as I buried the subliminal hint of eroticism under my certainty that she only wanted my dick inside her. Now I wondered if Amanda had enjoyed those brief encounters with strangers more than I knew. Was her need for a big-cocked Alpha lover so intense, even back then, that she may have considered leaving me there and taking him to our hotel room to fuck him? And when we finally arrived at our room, did she merely "let" me fuck her while wishing the guy at the bar was there with her instead? It worried me when I remembered that her gasps and moans on those nights had been nothing like those I heard when she was with Charles. Yet, those nights when we played our game were so special to me, those nights when I believed Amanda in her red dress was all mine.

Why had I agreed to such a revealing, come-fuck-me dress to show her off to Eric? True, I hadn't quite remembered how it would look on her as it hung there in our closet, yet there was a hint of how seductive it would make her. The material was paper thin and the band of lace over her breasts was shockingly transparent. Amanda's breasts were enticingly *******, and the slight flair over her thighs threatened to show her pussy when she twirled in front of the mirror.

Had I agreed because I wanted Eric to find Amanda fuckable at first sight? Was this dark shadow of surrender inside me finding its way into the light, influencing my decisions and reactions to Eric's lust for her body? I'd have given anything to be able to satisfy Amanda myself, to go back to the way I had assumed we were. But after what she had told me, was seeing Eric fuck her and watching her cum like she couldn't with me an angst-driven curiosity I couldn't put aside?

She had refused the matching red panties I chose. "I want him to know all of me is available to him," she had told me. "They'll just get in the way." As I watched her fuss with her hair and apply the final touches of makeup, it was clearer to me than ever that she was completely naked under the dress and that I'd be handing over my sweet little Amanda to Eric as his sexual plaything. The shame was unbearable as I felt my dick twitch and inch forward in the cage.

I flinched when I saw Eric grab a fistful of Amanda's hair, pull her head back, and kiss her deeply. He explored under the flair of her dress with his other hand, and I could see him working between her legs, his fingers likely deep inside her. Her moan was low and guttural when her mouth sealed against his. The sound was vaguely recognizable, but much more intense than any I could remember when we kissed. It was both terrifying and exciting watching the young stud's confidence; he knew he could take my wife's body then and there in front of me without consequences or retribution. Amanda held him tightly, melting into him, pressing her belly against his growing erection. She began to move her hips against him, slowly and rhythmically. They might as well have been fucking.

Time seemed to stand still until Amanda broke the kiss and whispered, "You must know I've wanted you for years. Take me to bed and fuck me?" Eric looked over at me and waited for my approval. I knew what was coming.

"Well, we're both waiting," he said finally. "You know what I want; beg me to fuck your 'innocent' little Amanda."

Once again I'd have to tell him to take Amanda, this time as she listened. It stung to have her hear it, but I knew I had no choice. My new boss was giving me an order.

"P-please, fuck my wife," I stammered.

"It would sound more sincere if you were on your knees. You can do that for us, can't you?"

It took everything I had to lower myself to my knees before them. Amanda stared at me with a mix of disbelief and lust. She waited for my answer with the same expectation Eric had when he delivered the order.

"Please, fuck my wife, Eric. Please. Amanda wants you. She always has."

"And why do you think that is?" he asked. "Tell us."

"Because, I can't, um, satisfy her, and she's always fantasized about you - I mean, your cock."

He turned to Amanda and asked, "Is that true? That your husband has never been able to satisfy you? And that you've wanted my cock for years but were afraid to tell me?"

"It is," she told him, now gazing into his eyes. "In bed, he's, well, inadequate. I can't remember how long I've wanted your cock - then when I saw it for the first time in the window..."

Amanda took his hand and started to climb the stairs to our bedroom. Then she stopped and looked back at me, still on my knees, not able to speak or even move.

"Would you like him to watch?" she asked him. "I think my husband might like that, and we could let Charles know if he gets hard. You know it's a condition of being free of his cage."

"I have my own plan for that," he said. "It's a bit different than Charles's, but just as effective. I have a few ideas that will guarantee he won't be fucking you from now on. So by all means, let him watch."

I couldn't believe they'd be able to keep me from becoming excited by Amanda's body forever. It was just a cruel game they were playing, a game to justify fucking her as I stood by helplessly. Every guy I knew wanted her, or at least had told me what an incredible little body she had. Even in the most innocent conversations, my closest friends couldn't resist commenting on her looks, mostly how they wished their wives or girlfriends had that same electric appeal, even in their everyday clothes. It had been both a blessing and a curse since we started dating. Amanda was a delicious, petite Barbie doll. Her perfect five foot two body was proportioned just like the popular girl's toy, with breasts just a bit larger than the doll maker dared create them. Men couldn't just glance at her, they couldn't take their eyes off her, and many went a lot further, flirting with her as though I didn't exist even after we were married. How was I supposed to ignore her effect on men?

I followed them up the stairs to our bedroom and stood in the open door as Eric took her in his arms and kissed her again. It stung as I watched her submit so quickly and easily, collapsing against him and whispering in his ear how much she had always wanted him to fuck her. How had I not seen her obsession for him over the years? How could I have been so foolish in the past to assume her complete innocence when she laughed with him and touched him? Had I known it was much more than simple affection and blinded myself to it? Or maybe I was secretly aroused by their attraction to each other but buried it under the oblivious certainty that she'd never want any other man in bed. That I was so wrong for so long made the sting harder to take.

Eric held her at arm's length and stared at her for a few seconds, then grasped the lace neckline and ripped the entire front of the dress open in a single, sudden swipe. Amanda's eyes widened and her mouth fell open, her surprised look growing into a small, satisfied smile. The dress hung open, ******** her breasts and pussy as though she was intentionally presenting them to him to use as he wished. As he paused and stared down along the rift in her dress, her whisper was breathless and needy. "Are you going to fuck me now, Eric?"

I shuddered when she shrugged the dress off her shoulders. The candles about the room threw warm, dancing fingers of light over her naked body. Her pussy lips were swollen and wet - I could see them glisten when the light flickered over them. The sight of her breasts heaving with desire for him sent me into a panic, one that warned of my total loss of her. It was a scene from my worst nightmare, so why was my dick nudging the bars of my cage? For the first time it wasn't the sight of her perfect body that made me hard, it was the certainty that Eric would take her with his huge cock, that I'd hear the moans of her orgasms and know she had finally found joy in our bed, the delicious bliss she had dreamed of for so many years.

"Get on your knees and suck me," he ordered. Naked, beautiful, and completely under his spell, she unfastened his pants, put her hand inside, and slowly began to pull his cock free into the light. It was monstrous, much bigger than I remembered the night we watched him from our bedroom window. Each time I thought I had seen it engorged to its limit it grew even thicker, a rigid, throbbing spike of flesh drooling precum over her fingers as she played with it. There was a startled look of awe on her face, and a kind of fascination she had never shown with Charles's or mine.

"Put it in your mouth until I tell you to stop," he told her. I watched Amanda take the tip between her lips, then open to enclose the entire head in her waiting mouth. The shaft was impossibly huge, more than she could ever hope to swallow more deeply, but she tried like a woman possessed. I imagined that she must be swallowing a constant stream of his precum as she gagged on his pulsing shaft. Yet her hands were on him, circling his cock, milking it, sliding over it as her drool wetted the surface. She looked so small and helpless, so submissive, so not what I had always thought Amanda to be. Her actions were automated and trancelike; her entire body was twisting and swaying as though every part of her wanted his cock down her throat, then much deeper into her body.

When he was sure I had seen enough, he stopped her and lifted her chin up until her eyes met his. "I've waited a long time to see my cock in your mouth," he told her. "I always imagined you as hesitant and shy, not a married little slut who's so hungry for it - and while your husband watches, too. I'll bet he's wishing you'd suck him the same way."

Amanda glanced at me, then looked back up at Eric and nodded. Jesus, she looked so desperate for him. A sly smile appeared on her face as she stared back at him.

"But you don't, do you, Amanda? You've never sucked him like this, have you?"

"No," she whispered, "Never."

"In fact, you never will, will you?"

"No - never, I promise," she said, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss on the end of his cock. Her hands inched up his thighs until they found his balls and cupped them lovingly. "This is what I want," she whispered again. "All of it, inside me."

"And you can have all of it you want, Amanda. But first we have some training to do."

He motioned for me to come closer, then ordered me to sit in the chair he had moved to the foot of the bed.

"Get some of his neckties from the closet, Amanda," he ordered. "We need to be sure he behaves."

She returned with a collection of my best ties and showed them to Eric.

"You do it," he told her. "Tie his arms and legs. Make sure he can't free himself."

After she tied my wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the heavy chair, Eric handed her a large pair of scissors and told her to cut away my clothes until I was naked. As she worked, she tried to assure me it would be for the best.

"It's just a little game you have to play, sweetie. You know the more you cooperate the sooner you'll get out of your cage. As scared as you look, I think you really do want to see Eric fuck me, don't you? Telling me would make it so much better for me."

She ran the tip of her finger along the bars of my cage, slowing over the head of my cock where the sensation made me thrust my hips upward in desperation. She stopped then, watching my dick grow inside my cage. "I thought so," she added. She kissed me lightly on the cheek, then whispered close to my ear, "Oh sweetie, don't you wish you had a cock like Eric's?"

"Enough sweet talk," Eric told her. "Why don't you get on the bed and spread your pretty legs for me while I tend to your husband?"

Amanda did as she was told. Her legs were pried apart as far as she could stretch them, and she looked me in the eye and smiled. It was the hungriest smile I had ever seen from her, the smile of a totally owned woman, desperately in heat. Seeing my wife's drenched sex willingly on display was a blow to my gut, yet the mouthwatering eroticism of her naked body begging to be fucked had me hard inside my cage. I couldn't hope to prevent it. Her thirst for his cock was more than I could ever have imagined. Her entire body begged for it, raged for it. I finally just gave up trying to resist. Amanda was right - I wanted to see her take all of his immense cock.

"I'm feeling generous tonight," Eric told me. He took the key from his pocket and slowly inched the cage from my trapped erection. Suddenly I was harder than I had been in months. Eric stood in front of me and grinned. "No wonder Amanda needs a real man. Did you really think she'd be satisfied with that? You must have had a clue after years of fucking her, didn't you?"

"I - I guess I might have," I told him. "I do now, I mean, after Charles, and now you. I'll be okay with letting you have her, I promise. Just don't put me back in that cage. Please, I'm begging you."

"Oh, don't worry, there's no question that you'll let me have her, as often as I want her. Amanda and I will both see to that. The only question that remains is how cooperative you'll be. There are so many ways you can add to her satisfaction without fucking her, or even touching her. Tonight you can show her how much you want her to cum on my cock. I mean, really show her."

Eric untied my left hand and stood back to see whether I got his message. He glanced down at my erection, then across to my free hand and nodded.

"So, I can cum? You're letting me cum?" I asked.

"Absolutely. In fact, we expect you to jerk off while we fuck. It's your chance to show Amanda how much you want her to have the kind of sex she needs. You might even learn to enjoy doing yourself while I use her. It's such a gratifying gift from a husband to his wife, don't you think? It's the final step in your complete acceptance - that of you handing over your sweet wife's pussy to me. Amanda's going to love your little gift. She'll love it every single time you spew all over yourself while she's getting the cock she's always wanted. Now, enjoy yourself..."

Watching him enter Amanda was a strange mix of degradation and excitement. He was impossibly huge, so much so that I feared he'd split her open. But as his cock disappeared inside her, Amanda's face took on a rare appearance of surprise and long-awaited satisfaction. A faint smile on her face grew into an open-mouthed expression of pure joy as he filled her with more and more cock. Her juices flowed from her, coating the invading stalk of meat, making it glisten in the flickering candle light. I had never felt so small and incompetent, completely incapable of giving Amanda what she needed. My dick seemed meager and insignificant, yet it was hard and throbbing with the need to be touched and stroked as I watched Eric take her.

When Amanda began to moan softly I reached down and began to stroke myself. How had I let it come to this? She had welcomed Eric's cock inside without shame or reservation, knowing I sat nearby and watched him fuck her, fuck her like I never had or could. My sweet Amanda had told me without any reluctance whatsoever that I had never satisfied her, at least not the way she expected. And yet I jerked as I watched her petite body take a cock so monstrous I hadn't believed it would fit inside her.

The truth settled over me like a suffocating blanket; her body would belong to him from now on. Suddenly I felt my dick wasn't worthy to ever entering her again. Yet, I kept stroking. The little mewing sounds she made urged me on. The throbbing girth of Eric's cock pistoning in and out of her urged me on. Thoughts of her perfect body surrendered to him, her naked pussy, ass, and breasts completely his, her blissful expression and long awaited cries of passion and joy, all urged me on. How could she do this? My innocent, beautiful wife of so many years. But then, how could I? Jerking off to the ultimate surrender and crushing humiliation of seeing her body so easily and willingly given up to him right there in front of me in our bed?

There was no doubt that he was using her, and that she wanted to be used. He never seemed to tire as Amanda's quiet words drifted across the room to me. "It's so good - so, so good, Eric. It's never been like this before. Never. Not with anyone. You're so big. I'm - so - full of you. All of me. Completely filled with you. Oh fuck, Eric - cum in me, please cum in me..."

My orgasm was sudden and unexpected. One second I was lamenting the loss of Amanda's incredible body, and the next I was spewing a fountain of cum over my hands and stomach. I couldn't stop - I had no control. Her words drove me over the edge of the cliff I was dreading, forcing me to give up my useless seed as a reward for the pleasure he gave her. In those moments there were no more questions, no inner angst or debate - when I came, every blind second of it was for Amanda, my surrender to her and Eric, and my helpless vision of her pussy now possessed and consumed by Eric's relentless, pulsing cock.

Not long after, Amanda's cries and moans echoed through the room as she came on his cock. He pinned her to the bed like a helpless animal while she thrashed under him, begging him to fuck her harder, to never, ever stop. It hit her suddenly, with wide eyes staring into his and mouth gaping in surprise. She must have never had an orgasm like it. It was painful to think I was so useless to her all those years, not even suspecting she needed what Eric gave her.

Eric came soon after, groaning and panting. I could see the root of his cock pulsing as his sperm erupted into her. It seemed to double in size, and yet it was still buried in her to the hilt. Soon the white, frothy excess began to flow from her, soaking the bed under them. Amanda closed her legs around him tightly and pulled him into her. As the last of his cum emptied into her, he lowered his face close to hers and told her, "You're such a little slut, Amanda - you do love to fuck, don't you? But now your pussy's mine, not your husband's. You'll never give it to him again, will you? You'll never let his dick inside you, will you? Will you? Tell me..."

Amanda didn't pause or think twice before she answered. "I am, Eric. I want to be your little slut. I want it more than anything. He'll never have me again...I promise...only you...only you..."

There was something so final about the way she said it. She made me believe I'd never be allowed to have sex with her again. As cruel and crushing as it was to me, part of me was relieved that I would no longer disappoint her. Part of me was strangely grateful that a man could give her what she had been deprived of for so long. Part of me was excited to see her delicious body spasm and shudder when she had finally been given the orgasm she dreamed about during our years together. But another part of me was screaming in horror inside.

Afterward, they climbed off the bed and stood in front of me, hand in hand. I was still shaking from my own orgasm, covered with thick strings of my own semen.

"He needs to go back in his cage now," Eric told her. "He's had a taste of what's to come, and I don't want him hard for you when I'm not around. He still has a lot to learn."

"But, he'll be so disappointed," she said. "He's been so good - really, he has. I'm sure he knows he could never compete, never satisfy me like you do. And he's never hard anymore."

My hopes were revived in seconds as Amanda pleaded her case for my freedom. Her nipples were still hard and pouting, and I could see Eric's cum leaking from her pussy down along the insides of her thighs. There was so much of it, more than I ever imagined could come from just one man. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and so his.

"He only gets to cum when he watches us fuck now, Amanda," he explained. "He has to look forward to it, to really want it. It's the only way he'll give up all hope of fucking you again. Wouldn't you like that? Knowing that he wants you to fuck me? Knowing that he lives for it every second of every day? That he finally sees himself as just a spectator, not a husband with rights to your pussy? Wouldn't it be a relief knowing he'd never want to put his dick in you again?"

Amanda stared at my crotch, studying the wasted pool of semen slowly collecting between my legs. She nodded and looked up at him with adoration. "I suppose you're right, Eric," she said, smiling. "It would be nice to know he no longer misses fucking me - and that I'd be having amazing sex with you. He's just been so miserable lately, and if he accepts it, and even learns to look forward to giving my body to you from now on, well, we'd all be much happier. At least he'd have a sex life then, even if it would be only watching instead of fucking me."

Amanda found the cage on the floor next to me and went to her knees between my legs. I could see the glowing sheen of sweat on her skin, a stark reminder of how Eric had made her body respond like I never had. His cum continued to drip from between her legs, the endless globs of sticky remains falling to the carpet at my feet.

Let me do it," Amanda told him. "It will slide on much easier now that he's all wet."

She glanced up at me while she worked. I thought I saw a hint of apology on her face at times, but then she'd busy herself with fastening the confining tube of shiny bars to the base that surrounded my dick and balls. I'd wince when she hit a sensitive spot while she tugged at the unforgiving metal base.

"I'm sorry if it's a little painful, sweetie," she said. "I haven't handled your balls very often - I didn't realize how sensitive you are there. But maybe a little pain is a good thing right now. It can be a reminder of what your little thing is good for. Using your hand won't be so bad, will it? And you'll still get to see me naked while you do it. I think I'll like that, seeing my husband get off while Eric fucks me."

As hope of ever having sex with Amanda was drained from me, I watched her stand and take Eric's hand. I was shocked to see his cock rise and harden again so soon. Amanda reached down and held it, running her fingers slowly over the tip. She presented the key to my cage to Eric with her free hand. She was so beautiful, so naked and used, her pussy still teeming with his incredible load of sperm.

"I know you wanted to keep this, and I think it's best," she told him, smiling. "I feel better about it now that I know he'll be able to have some relief now and then. Besides, there's something very exciting about you owning my husband's key. I can't think of a more worthy man to do it - to finally take charge of the sex in our marriage and make it what it should have always been. Thank you so much, Eric. You've made me a new woman. And thank you, sweetie - for learning your new place in our marriage and accepting it like I always hoped you would."

But I hadn't accepted it. Not after cumming. Not losing my beautiful wife's body to him. Not living out my sex life by jerking off while watching Eric fuck her. But then he took her to bed again, pumping his cum into her one more time, and the cage bit into my balls as my dick began to twitch and instantly harden again inside the metal bars.