The next morning, Ann woke to the sounds of Bill in the shower. She got up and slid open the drapes to allow daylight to fill the room. Gazing across the room, the small shiny contraption sitting on the nightstand caught her eye. She picked it up and examined it. The metal cage was firm and slightly curved. She picked up the key lying next to it. Inserting the key into the small keyhole, Ann turned it left and right.
Bill stepped out of the bathroom and saw Ann holding the chastity cage. She sat down on the bed holding it in her hand. Turning her head towards her husband, her expression stoic, she asked, “Why did you have this thing on?”
Bill replied, “I guess it was my way of showing you that whatever happened, I was okay with.”
Ann asked, “And how do you feel about it now?”
Bill answered, “This may sound weird, but I feel content.”
Bill asked, “What about you?”
Ann didn’t reply. She seemed to be lost in thought. She stood up and walked to the windows that overlooked the city. She stared out onto the town for a moment. Bill felt a tension inside waiting for her response.
Thoughts flooded Ann’s mind. She thought about the massage. She thought about her husband and the masseur standing there naked. She thought about the sex with the masseur. She thought about how she should feel betrayed by his deceitful intentions. But Ann didn’t. She felt really good. She felt desired, and like her husband, she felt oddly content.
Ann stepped away from the window. Holding the shiny cage in her hand, she stood in front of Bill and said, “Put it back on.”
Bill questioned, “Right now?”
Holding it out to him, she replied, “Yes.”
Bill took the cage from Ann’s hand. Ann watched as he maneuvered the pieces around his balls and slid the cage onto his cock. Holding pieces together in one hand, he took the key, slid it into the lock, and secured it. Ann examined it closely.
The two hadn’t had this much talk of anything sexual in a long time. Bill felt delighted by Ann’s engagement as he shared, “It feels like it’s just there, nothing special, but there is an odd mental turn on while I’m wearing it. Then I can’t wait to get aroused so I can feel the effect of being restrained.”
Bill realized what he had just said and asked, “That sounds strange, doesn’t it?
Looking attentive, Ann replied by asking, “What do you mean by that?”
Bill answered, “Yesterday I asked the masseur to tease you because I wanted to see you get turned on. After hearing you moan, I put it on. My cock wanted to grow, and I wanted it to grow. When it couldn’t, the feeling was strangely exciting.”
Walking out of the hotel bedroom, Ann replied, “Hmm, that’s how the masseur made me feel last night.”
Bill tried to act nonchalant as he called out to Ann from the bedroom, “Oh, so you did enjoy it?” he asked.
There was no response. Bill peeked his head out of the bedroom door and saw Ann sitting on the small couch, sipping from a cup. Ann looked over to him and said, “Well, if you must know, grab me a banana from that counter and come here.”
Bill, still naked except for the cage around his cock, grabbed the banana and brought it to his wife. Ann took the banana from his hand. She looked her husband up and down and then began, “The massage seemed a little more intimate than it should. When I saw you standing in the doorway looking in, I could tell by the look on your face that you had something to do with it. I thought about stopping him right then, but honestly, the way he was touching me felt so good, I wasn’t stopping him.”
Ann set her cup down and began peeling the banana. Her eyes were no longer set on her naked husband. She took a bite of the banana, then a second, and set it down. Ann took another sip from her cup and settled back against the couch before continuing.
Ann said, “After seeing you peeking in, his hands became more brazen. The way he played with my nipples felt really good. I was afraid he was about to finish, but then his hands went back to my legs and thighs. When I felt his warm hands brushing against me, I couldn’t resist letting my legs part a little bit. I guess I just needed him to know that if he wanted to touch more, it was okay. When he finally did, I could feel my entire body melt.”
Ann was staring across the room as she spoke, reliving the moments. Bill became focused on her every word. He sat on the arm of the couch next to Ann as she gazed forward and continued, “When he stopped massaging around my thighs, I thought I was about to explode. He started massaging my arms and shoulders. That’s when I felt him. His hard cock pressed against my arm. I could tell it was big, and that was the first moment I thought about it. I thought about what it would be like if he spread my legs and took me right there on the table.”
Ann shook her head as if coming out of a daze. She turned her head. Bill was sitting on the arm of the couch, focused on every word. Ann could see his cock had swelled as much as it could inside the cage, and a small spot of fluid on his tip. Reliving the moments was creating a warmth between her folds, and the sight of Bill’s arousal from her words felt empowering.
Ann continued, “When he stopped the massage and left the room, I was in a haze. Then I saw you two standing there without any clothes on. He looked so sexy, and his cock looked so thick and strong. I looked at you and that thing on your cock. It looked hidden and obviously useless. I didn’t feel mad or even disappointed. I just felt like being fucked.”
Saying those words gave Ann a sudden sense of liberation. The empowerment she felt earlier from seeing her husband’s arousal in his cage had doubled. The warmth between her folds was now a wetness. Ann was considering whether to continue. Then her husband knelt. Pushing her legs apart, he gently kissed her clit.
Bill knew exactly where his tongue needed to be, and Ann picked up where she left off. Ann continued, “When I stood there and wrapped my hand around his cock, it felt so thick and warm. I took one more look at yours, but I already knew. That’s when I told him to come fuck me. When I led him to the bedroom, I had to close the door. It wasn’t because I was ashamed of you knowing what was happening. It was because I was afraid of the way I was about to act. I just wanted his cock inside of me, and I wanted to be taken.”
Ann paused. Bill’s tongue was doing its job with enthusiasm. Reliving the night before while her husband eagerly licked her pussy was a combination of relaxing and intoxicating. To Bill’s delight, Ann kept sharing, “I remember he started kissing my neck as he moved me onto the bed. As he got on top of me, I could feel his cock against my leg. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I took hold of it and guided it in. My god, it was so thick and filling as he pushed in, I thought I might orgasm right then.”
Bill shifted his position and pulled back. He just stared at his wife’s pussy as if admiring it. Ann felt his absence and looked down. Her fingers swirled around her clit and down her lips while she looked at her husband, who was completely focused on her pussy. His captivation was pleasurable and amusing.
Ann pulled his head back in as she continued, “He started fucking me slowly until I placed my hands on his ass and pulled him in. That’s when he knew what I wanted. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked that hard and deep. I knew you could hear me in the other room, and I’m sorry about the sounds I made, but I couldn’t help it.”
Ann began envisioning the first orgasm she had from the masseur fucking her. That thought, along with her husband feverishly licking her clit, sent her body into a climax. Ann let out a long moan as the orgasm made her body tremble.
Ann’s clit became sensitive, and she pushed Bill’s head away. Ann saw Bill was holding his caged cock in his hand, lightly shaking it. She rested back onto the couch, and Bill stood up. Ann could see her husband’s cock strained inside the cage, and his balls swelled. Looking at his predicament, she asked, “Is this what you want?”
Bill was more than worked up. He was lust-filled as he replied in a nearly begging voice, “Yes, please, I want you to do it again and again until you release me and make me explode.”
Ann got up from the couch. Looking into Bill’s eyes, she could see it. She could see his desire, his craving for her, and she could feel it. A long time ago, Ann would have thought leaving him in such an aroused state was cruel and unkind. Now, she felt delight.
As Ann headed to the hotel bedroom, she turned and smiled as she said, “Let’s get packed up and head back home.”
