For the past two and a half weeks, life for Caroline and Tim had settled into a strange sense of normalcy. Caroline was happier and more fulfilled than ever since meeting Sasha, her confidence and excitement spilling over into her everyday life. Tim, meanwhile, had become more obedient and eager to serve, his frustration harnessed into pure devotion to Caroline.
Caroline rewarded his good behavior generously. She showered him with affection, kind words, and touches that left him craving more. Tim clung to every ounce of her attention, thriving under her positive reinforcement. His daily oral service to her had become a cherished routine—one he looked forward to, not just for the closeness but for the privilege of pleasing her.
On weekends, Caroline dressed provocatively and went out with Sasha, leaving Tim at home to clean, prepare for her return, or simply wait, imagining what she might be doing. He never asked questions and never dared complain—he knew the consequences of crossing that line. Yet, his sexual frustration simmered beneath the surface, his mind clouded with arousal he couldn’t resolve.
One evening, Caroline sat him down on the couch, her tone unusually serious but laced with curiosity. Tim’s heart raced, unsure of what was coming.
“Tim,” she began, leaning forward slightly, her eyes fixed on his, “I’ve been thinking about the way you reacted during your last release. When I teased you about me being with another man.”
Tim’s body tensed immediately, his face flushing crimson. He swallowed hard, unable to meet her gaze.
Caroline smirked, her voice softening into something teasing and seductive. “You couldn’t hide how much it turned you on,” she continued, shifting closer to him. Her hand moved casually to his lap, her fingers brushing against his cage through his pants.
Tim let out a shaky breath, his body already reacting to her touch.
“Be honest with me,” Caroline said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she gently traced the outline of his cage. “Does the thought of me being with someone else turn you on?”
Tim squirmed under her gaze, the combination of her teasing tone and her hand on his cage making it nearly impossible to think straight. “I… I don’t know,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Caroline chuckled softly, her fingers lightly caressing his balls. “Don’t lie to me, Tim,” she said, her tone firm but playful. “I can feel how much this excites you.”
Tim whimpered, his body trembling as she continued her slow, deliberate movements.
“What about it turns you on?” Caroline asked, her voice like honey. “Is it because they’re bigger? Because they can satisfy me in ways you can’t?”
Tim’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to answer, but the way his body responded to her words gave her all the confirmation she needed.
Caroline leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Be honest, Tim,” she whispered, her fingers still playing with the cage. “Do you want to listen to me have sex with another man?”
Tim’s entire body tensed, involuntarily thrusting against her hand, his mind a whirlwind of humiliation, arousal, and disbelief. He couldn’t speak, his voice caught in his throat, but he felt like he was on the verge of cumming just from her gentle touch.
“Answer me,” Caroline pressed, her tone commanding now.
“Y-yes,” Tim mumbled, his voice barely audible.
“What was that?” Caroline asked, smirking as she pressed her hand down slightly harder. “Louder.”
“Yes,” Tim said, his voice shaking.
“Louder, Tim,” Caroline demanded, her tone firm and unrelenting.
“Yes!” he finally cried, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession.
Suddenly, Caroline pulled her hand away, leaving Tim gasping and trembling. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with desperation and confusion.
“Okay,” she said simply, standing and brushing her hands off as if nothing had happened. “I’m sure Sasha can have that arranged.”
Tim stared at her, his heart pounding, his mind reeling from what she’d just said.
“And, Tim,” Caroline added, turning to look at him over her shoulder, her smirk more wicked than ever, “you’re not cumming until after it happens.”
With that, she left the room, leaving Tim sitting there, breathless and overwhelmed, the weight of her words—and his own confession—sinking in.
The air in the house was electric with anticipation, though Tim couldn’t decide if it was excitement, dread, or something in between that churned in his stomach. Caroline was at the vanity in their bedroom, meticulously applying her makeup and perfecting her hair. Her confidence was radiant, her happiness palpable as she hummed softly to herself.
Tim sat on the edge of the bed, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap as he watched her. His eyes followed every movement—how her hands delicately brushed on color, how her hair shimmered in the soft light. She was stunning, glowing in a way that left him speechless. But the reason for her preparations hung heavy in the room: tonight wasn’t for him.
“Which one do you think is hotter?” Caroline asked suddenly, turning to him with a playful smile. She held up two sets of lingerie—one red, one blue.
Tim’s throat tightened as he looked at the delicate fabrics. “Uh… blue,” he said finally, his voice shaky.
Caroline grinned, holding the blue set against her body. “Good choice. I think so too.” She turned back to the mirror, slipping the straps of the bra over her shoulders.
She caught his reflection in the mirror, his cheeks flushed and his cage visibly straining under his pants. “Are you excited?” she teased, her tone light and bubbly. “I sure am!”
Tim couldn’t bring himself to answer. His heart was racing, his mind torn between jealousy, humiliation, and a strange, undeniable arousal.
When the knock at the door came, Tim felt his stomach drop. His hands clenched tightly together as Caroline strode confidently to answer it.
“Sasha!” Caroline greeted brightly, pulling the door open.
Tim froze. What is Sasha doing here? His mind raced with questions, but he didn’t have time to process them as Caroline ushered her in.
Sasha entered the room, her presence as commanding as ever. She wore a low-cut, tight-fitting shirt that hugged her chest, her full cleavage spilling over the neckline. Her booty shorts left little to the imagination, her curves drawing Tim’s gaze despite his best efforts to look away.
“Hey, Tim!” Sasha said warmly, her smile wide as she walked over to him. “How are you holding up?”
Tim blinked, stammering out a weak response. “I-I’m fine, thank you.”
Caroline smiled, clearly enjoying his flustered state. “Sasha’s going to keep an eye on you tonight while I’m… busy,” she said, her tone casual but pointed.
Tim’s heart raced even faster as Sasha nodded. “It’s so great that you’re supporting Caroline in this,” she said kindly, sitting down across from him. “It’s really selfless of you, Tim, to let her have her needs met. Not every man could handle this.”
Her words stung, but there was no malice in her tone—just a genuine admiration that somehow made it all the more humiliating.
Sasha crossed her legs, leaning forward slightly so that her cleavage was impossible to ignore. Her smile never wavered as she continued. “I hear you’re amazing at oral, Tim. Caroline says you’ve been doing a great job making her happy in that way.”
Tim nodded awkwardly, his cheeks burning as he tried to avoid her gaze.
“But,” Sasha continued, her voice softening slightly, “there are things Caroline needs that you just can’t give her. Sometimes, she needs to get fucked from someone… well, someone who’s equipped to handle her. You understand that, don’t you?”
Tim swallowed hard, his face growing even redder as he nodded again.
Sasha reached out, patting his knee gently. “You’re doing the right thing,” she said with a smile. “Caroline is lucky to have such a supportive husband.”
Her words hung in the air as Caroline re-entered the room, now fully dressed and looking radiant in the blue lingerie set and a fitted dress. She smiled at the two of them, her excitement unmistakable.
“Well,” Caroline said, glancing at the clock. “It’s time.”
She turned to Tim, her eyes sparkling. “Be good for Sasha, okay?”
Tim nodded quickly, his chest tight as he watched her leave, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoing in his ears.
Sasha led Tim to the adjacent bedroom to theirs.
As Tim sat on the bed, the air around him thick with nervous energy, a second knock came at the door. His heart sank immediately, his breath catching in his throat. He glanced nervously at Sasha, who perked up and smiled knowingly.
“Ooh, he’s here,” Sasha said with excitement, standing up and walking toward the door.
Tim’s stomach churned as he watched her greet the man warmly, ushering him inside. The guest was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with quiet confidence. Tim didn’t catch much of their exchange—just muffled voices as Sasha led him upstairs into the bedroom.
For a moment, all Tim could hear was the faint sound of shuffling. He tried to focus on anything else, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap, but the room seemed to close in on him. Then, faintly, a moan broke the silence.
Tim’s heart raced as reality set in. It was really happening. His wife was in the next room, in the arms of another man, and he was here, powerless to do anything but listen.
Back with Tim, Sashas eyes were sparkling with amusement. She sat beside Tim, taking his hand in hers. “It’s okay, Tim,” she said softly, her tone strangely comforting. “You’re doing the right thing by supporting Caroline. This is what she needs.”
Before Tim could respond, another moan echoed through the walls, louder this time. His body tensed as the muffled sounds of pleasure became more frequent, punctuated by a rhythmic thumping. The unmistakable sounds of the bedframe moving in time with Caroline’s cries filled the air.
“Do you hear that, Tim?” Sasha said, her voice low and teasing. She leaned closer to him, her hand squeezing his lightly. “That’s your wife getting fucked by a huge cock. Have you ever heard her make noises like that before?”
Tim swallowed hard, his face flushed as he shook his head. “N-no,” he admitted quietly.
“I thought so,” Sasha said, smirking as she leaned back on the couch. “Listen to her. She’s loving every second of it.”
The moans intensified, becoming louder and more desperate, and the rhythmic thumping grew faster. Caroline’s voice echoed through the house, filled with unrestrained pleasure.
Sasha let out a soft laugh, her eyes gleaming as she turned back to Tim. “That’s so fucking hot, isn’t it?” she asked, tilting her head as she studied his reaction.
Tim hesitated, his mind a whirlwind of emotions—jealousy, humiliation, arousal—all clashing together. Finally, he nodded. “Y-yes,” he whispered.
Sasha grinned, her tone growing even more playful. “What about me, Tim? Do I turn you on?”
Tim’s breath hitched, his cheeks burning as he avoided her gaze. But his body betrayed him, and he eventually nodded again. “Yes,” he admitted.
Sasha chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. Still holding his hand, she slid her other hand up his thigh, her fingers brushing against the outline of his cage. Tim tensed, his breathing growing heavier as he stared at her, his eyes drawn to the way her tight shirt clung to her figure.
“I did this to you,” Sasha said softly, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I’m the reason you’re locked up, the reason Caroline’s in the next room right now getting railed and not your loyal housewife any more.” She gave the cage a gentle tap, her smirk deepening. “And yet, you still want me so bad, don’t you?”
Tim nodded frantically, his breathing ragged as the teasing pushed him to the edge. The sounds from upstairs—Caroline’s cries of pleasure, the rhythmic thumping—combined with Sasha’s words and touch were almost too much to bear. He felt like he was about to burst.
Sasha noticed his reaction and abruptly pulled her hand away, leaning back with a laugh. “Well, you can’t have me,” she said, her voice light and mocking.
Tim let out a frustrated groan, his body trembling with the overwhelming mix of sensations.
At that moment, a loud, climactic scream echoed through the house followed by silence. The absence of sound was almost as deafening as what had come before.
Minutes later, the front door opened and shut quietly. Caroline walked into the room, her robe loosely tied, her face flushed, her hair slightly disheveled. She radiated satisfaction, her steps light as she approached Tim and Sasha.
“Did you enjoy that, Tim?” she asked, her tone teasing yet genuine.
Before Tim could answer, Sasha chimed in with a knowing smile. “Oh, he definitely did.”
Tim nodded, his cheeks red as he looked up at Caroline. “Yes,” he admitted softly, his voice trembling.
Caroline reached out, cupping his face gently. “Thank you for supporting me in this,” she said, her tone warm and sincere. “I needed it.”
She glanced at Sasha and smiled. “And thank you for everything you’ve done.”
Sasha waved a hand dismissively, her grin playful. “It’s my pleasure.”
Caroline turned back to Tim, her expression softening. “It’s been four weeks since your last release,” she said, her tone thoughtful. “You’ve been so good. I think you’ve earned a big reward tonight.”
Tim’s eyes widened as she continued.
“I’ll give you a choice,” Caroline said, leaning closer. “You can be unlocked and I’ll give you your little hand job… or…” She glanced at Sasha, who stood and did a slow, deliberate 360, showing off her curves with a playful smile.
“You can stay locked and be allowed to… lick Sasha’s pussy,” Caroline finished, her voice filled with amusement.
Tim’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. The teasing, the buildup, the tension—it all led to this. He wanted to cum so bad but he couldn’t say no to the offer, not after everything that had happened.
“I… I choose Sasha,” Tim finally said, his voice shaky but certain.
Sasha’s grin widened as she clapped her hands together. “I knew you’d make the right choice,” she said gleefully, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “I hear you’re amazing at this, Tim. Let’s see if you live up to the hype.”
Sasha stood up with a playful smirk, her confidence radiating as she stepped forward, her eyes locked on Tim. She leaned over him, her presence overwhelming, before reclining back onto the couch with a relaxed air, stretching out languidly.
Tim’s heart pounded in his chest as he knelt before her, the weight of the moment sinking in. Every ounce of frustration, every shred of resentment he’d ever felt toward Sasha was coursing through him. She had humiliated him, turned his marriage upside down, and taken control of parts of his life he once thought were his own. And yet, here he was, on his knees for her, ready to serve.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Sasha teased, her voice light and mocking. “You’ve been dying for this chance, haven’t you?”
Tim swallowed hard, his face flushed, but he nodded. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.
Sasha’s smile widened as she leaned back farther, exuding an effortless dominance. “Then show me, Tim,” she said simply.
Tim moved closer, his entire body trembling with a mix of emotions—humiliation, resentment, and an undeniable desire to please her. This woman had caged him, mocked him, and transformed his wife, but in this moment, all of it only fueled his determination to make her happy.
He began his task with fervor, every action filled with intensity and purpose. It wasn’t just about fulfilling Sasha’s expectations—it was about channeling everything he felt into this moment, into serving her fully. He poured himself into his efforts, his focus unwavering, his movements deliberate and eager.
Sasha let out soft sounds of approval, her voice reflecting the satisfaction she was feeling. Her confidence only grew with every second, her smirk deepening as she glanced down at Tim.
“Good boy,” she murmured, her tone dripping with amusement and praise. “You really do know how to put that frustration to good use.”
Tim’s heart raced at her words, the combination of her teasing and her approval pushing him further. For Sasha, this was the ultimate display of her influence—a man who had once resented her now completely devoted to her pleasure.
As the moments passed, Sasha’s reactions grew stronger, her satisfaction undeniable. She arched slightly, her breathing becoming heavier, her voice carrying through the room. Tim didn’t waver, his focus sharpening even more as he continued.
Finally, Sasha let out a loud satisfying moan, her thighs squeezing Tim’s head as he continued to lick, then her body relaxing fully as she sank into the cushions. A pleased smile played on her lips as she looked down at Tim, who remained kneeling, his face flushed and his breathing heavy.
“Not bad,” Sasha said with a chuckle, her tone playful but genuine. “I knew you’d live up to the hype.”
Tim sat back on his heels, his chest heaving as he glanced between Sasha and Caroline. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice trembling but sincere. “Thank you for… letting me.”
Caroline, who had been watching from the side with a pleased smile, stepped forward and placed a hand on Tim’s shoulder. “You’ve been so good tonight,” she said warmly. “I’m proud of you, Tim.”
Sasha stretched lazily, her confidence radiating as she glanced at Caroline. “You’ve trained him well,” she teased with a wink.
Caroline laughed lightly, her hand still resting on Tim’s shoulder. “I think he’s finally starting to understand his role,” she said, her tone both affectionate and firm.
Tim looked up at the two women, his emotions swirling—humiliation, relief, and a strange sense of fulfillment all crashing together. He didn’t fully understand why, but he felt… content. He had done what was asked of him, and in their approval, he found purpose.
