Michael had always been a suspicious man, especially when it came to his wife, Deanna. She was beautiful, with long, flowing brunette hair, piercing green eyes, and a body that could make any man weak at the knees. But lately, he had noticed a change in her behavior. She seemed distant, often coming home late from work, and her once-passionate kisses had become mere pecks on the cheek. Michael’s mind raced with thoughts of infidelity, but every time he confronted her, Deanna would brush off his concerns with a warm smile and a gentle touch, leaving him questioning his own sanity.
Determined to get to the bottom of his suspicions, Michael decided to take matters into his own hands. He purchased a small, discreet camera and set it up in their bedroom, hidden behind a bookshelf. The device was state-of-the-art, capable of streaming live footage directly to his phone. With a heavy heart, he left for work the next morning, his mind filled with anxiety and anticipation.
As the day dragged on, Michael found himself constantly checking his phone, his fingers trembling as he opened the live feed. The bedroom was empty, the bed neatly made, and the curtains drawn. Hours passed, and just as he was about to give up, he saw movement on the screen. His heart skipped a beat as he watched Deanna enter the room, her graceful figure illuminated by the soft afternoon light.
But she wasn’t alone.
Michael’s breath caught in his throat as he recognized the woman accompanying Deanna. It was Sarah, his younger sister. She had always been close to Deanna, but Michael had never imagined their relationship could be anything more than platonic. Sarah’s presence in his bedroom, however, told a different story.
The two women began to undress, their movements fluid and sensual. Deanna’s dress slid off her shoulders, revealing her delicate lingerie, while Sarah’s blouse and skirt were discarded with a casual flick of her wrist. Michael’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his sister’s toned body, her perky breasts, and the strap-on harness she was now holding.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” Sarah purred, her voice husky with desire.
Deanna smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I know, baby. I can feel how wet you are just thinking about it.”
Michael’s mind reeled as he watched the scene unfold. Sarah attached the strap-on, the realistic cock protruding from the harness, and Deanna lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. His sister positioned herself between Deanna’s thighs, her hands roaming over the curves of his wife’s body.
“You’re so beautiful, Deanna,” Sarah whispered, her lips brushing against Deanna’s ear. “I’ve always wanted to taste you.”
Deanna moaned softly, her hands tangling in Sarah’s hair as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Michael felt a surge of arousal mixed with humiliation as he watched his sister’s tongue invade his wife’s mouth, their bodies pressing together.
Sarah broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. “I want to feel you around my cock, Deanna. I want to fuck you so hard.”
Deanna’s eyes fluttered closed as Sarah lined up the strap-on with her entrance. “Please, Sarah. I need you inside me.”
Michael’s fingers tightened around his phone as he watched Sarah thrust forward, the strap-on disappearing into Deanna’s wet heat. His wife’s back arched, her lips parting in a silent cry of pleasure. Sarah began to move, her hips snapping forward with a rhythm that spoke of practiced expertise.
“Oh, fuck, Sarah,” Deanna panted. “You fill me up so perfectly. I can feel your cock in my pussy, stretching me, claiming me.”
Sarah leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Deanna’s, her hands gripping Deanna’s hips to pull her closer. “You’re mine, Deanna. Only mine. Michael can never satisfy you like I can.”
Michael’s cheeks burned with shame and arousal as he listened to his sister’s words. He knew he should be angry, should storm in and confront them, but instead, he felt a strange excitement building in his chest. The sight of his sister dominating his wife, the sound of their moans and dirty talk, was awakening something primal within him.
As the women continued their passionate encounter, Michael’s hand drifted downward, his fingers wrapping around his own throbbing cock. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes glued to the screen, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts. He imagined himself in Deanna’s place, feeling the strap-on’s girth, experiencing the pleasure his sister was giving his wife.
The women’s cries grew louder, their bodies glistening with sweat as they neared their climax. Sarah’s thrusts became more urgent, her breath coming in sharp pants. “I’m going to cum, Deanna. I’m going to fill you with my seed, mark you as mine.”
Deanna’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling as she screamed Sarah’s name, her orgasm ripping through her. Sarah followed soon after, her body stiffening as she thrust one last time, her fictional cum spilling from the strap-on, dripping onto Deanna’s stomach.
As the women lay entangled, their breathing slowly returning to normal, Michael’s own release overcame him. He bit his lip to stifle his moans, his cum shooting onto his stomach in hot spurts. The shame and arousal warred within him, but as he watched Deanna and Sarah cuddle, their laughter filling the room, he felt a strange sense of peace.
That evening, Michael returned home, his mind made up. He would confront Deanna, but not with anger. As he entered the bedroom, he found Deanna lounging on the bed, a satisfied smile on her face.
“I know about you and Sarah,” he said, his voice steady.
Deanna’s eyes widened, but she didn’t look away. “I thought you might have figured it out.”
Michael sat beside her, taking her hand in his. “I watched the footage. I saw how she fucked you, how you came for her.”
Deanna’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry, Michael. I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know,” he replied softly. “And I’m not upset. Not really. Seeing you with her… it turned me on more than I care to admit.”
Deanna’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Really?”
Michael nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. “I want to watch, Deanna. I want to see her fuck you, to see you come for her. I want to be a part of it.”
Deanna’s smile was slow and seductive. “Are you sure, Michael? This changes things. It changes us.”
Michael took a deep breath, his mind flashing back to the footage, to the sight of his sister’s strap-on buried deep within his wife. “I’m sure. I want this. I want us.”
The next evening, Sarah arrived, a mischievous glint in her eye. Deanna welcomed her with a kiss, their tongues tangling as Michael watched, his cock hardening in anticipation.
“You ready for this, brother?” Sarah asked, her voice laced with challenge.
Michael nodded, his heart racing. “I am.”
Sarah turned to Deanna, her hands roaming over her body. “Let’s show him what he’s been missing.”
As the women began to undress, Michael felt a surge of excitement. He watched, entranced, as Sarah attached the strap-on, the realistic cock jutting forward. Deanna lay back on the bed, her legs spread, her eyes locked on Michael’s.
“Watch, Michael,” she whispered. “Watch as your sister fucks me, as she makes me scream her name.”
Sarah positioned herself between Deanna’s thighs, her hands gripping Deanna’s hips. “You like watching, don’t you, Michael? Seeing your wife take my cock, feeling her pussy stretch around me?”
Michael’s breath hitched, his hand drifting to his cock. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “I love it.”
Sarah smiled, her eyes glinting with power. “Good boy. Now, suck my cock while I fuck your wife. Taste me, imagine it’s your sister’s cum you’re swallowing.”
Michael’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t hesitate. He crawled forward, his lips wrapping around the strap-on, his tongue swirling as he imagined it was Sarah’s real cock. The taste of latex and Deanna’s arousal filled his mouth, but he didn’t care. He was lost in the moment, in the filth, in the humiliation.
After he sucked, Sarah began to thrust into Deanna, their moans filling the room. Michael watched, mesmerized, as his sister fucked his wife, as Deanna’s body shook with pleasure. He felt like an intruder, a voyeur, but he couldn’t look away.
“Oh, fuck, Sarah,” Deanna cried. “I’m close. I’m going to cum on your cock.”
Sarah’s thrusts became more urgent, her breath coming in sharp pants. “Cum for me, Deanna. Cum on my cock, let me feel your pussy milk me dry.”
Deanna’s body tensed, her eyes rolling back as she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. Michael moaned, closing his mouth around the strap-on, his own release building as he watched his wife’s pleasure.
“Now, Michael,” Sarah commanded. “Cum for us. Cum while you watch your sister fuck your wife.”
Michael’s eyes fluttered closed, his body trembling as he obeyed, his cum shooting onto his stomach in hot spurts. The shame and arousal warred within him, but as he opened his eyes, he saw Deanna and Sarah watching him, their smiles filled with love and desire.
In that moment, Michael knew he had found his place. He was no longer just a husband, but a participant, a lover, a witness to the passion between the two women he adored. As Sarah removed the strap-on, her eyes locked on Michael’s, he knew this was just the beginning.
“You did well, brother,” she said, her voice soft. “You’re learning to embrace your role.”
Michael smiled, his heart full. “I am. And I can’t wait to see what’s next.”
As the weeks passed, their relationship evolved, becoming a polyamorous dance of love and desire. Michael found himself caged, his cock locked away, as Deanna and Sarah explored their passion, often with him as their audience. He loved watching his sister cuckold him, loved the way she dominated Deanna, the way she made his wife scream with pleasure.
Eventually, Sarah moved into the marital bed, her presence a constant reminder of Michael’s new role. He relocated to a smaller room, his cage a symbol of his submission, his love for the two women who had claimed his heart.
And as he lay in his new bed, the sounds of Deanna and Sarah’s passion drifting through the walls, Michael smiled, his heart full. He had found his happiness, his place in their world, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
