Chapter 1: Introduction
Tom took a deep breath as he hunched over the mirror, adjusting the titanium cage gently around his swelling member. It had taken him a while to adjust to the idea, but he had to admit, he enjoyed the peculiar brand of excitement that being locked up brought him.
His heart beat along with his rapid breaths, and it took every ounce of self-control not to push his growing shaft through the bars. He shifted, and the cool metal sliding against his receptive skin gave him goosebumps.
Tom watched as his wife, Marie, sauntered toward him, her thick curvy figure enveloped in a white silk robe that, with every gentle sway of her hips, revealed a tantalizing glimpse of flesh underneath.
The gleaming diamonds on her thick golden necklace caught the light of the setting sun, which filtered through their floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting the hunger in her dark brown eyes.
"Oh, Tom, my dear," she murmured, softly caressing his cheeks. A playful smirk tugged at her red lips.
"You're going to love the new agreement I've made with Dave."
Tom shivered, feeling a surge of adrenaline as she brushed her fingers against his caged shaft. His pulse began to race. "What sort of agreement?"
A low, throaty laugh escaped her. She sauntered away, doing a little twirl, showing how her robe came undone. Beneath it, she wore nothing but a tiny scrap of her lacy emerald green thong, and her full, round DD breasts bounced freely without a bra.
Tom's breath caught in his throat.
"You know," she cooed, "Dave's going to be here in a few minutes, and he's raring to make me scream. It feels so wrong, but oh, it feels so right." She grinned devilishly. "But don't worry, my dear Tom. I've made sure that Dave will be able to hear your sweet, helpless moans as well."
Here, Tom's heart pounded in his chest, and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
It was true, his cock throbbed painfully within the metal cage, an ironic contrast of pleasure and restraint.
Just as the sun dipped below the horizon, a knock came from the door. Dave.
Tom couldn't help but stare unabashedly as his wife bent over to retrieve the black robe that hung on the coat rack for Dave. The streetlight outside glowed, casting shadows where her exposed ass cheeks met her plump thighs - a sight Tom couldn't tear his gaze from.
Marie flashed him a sultry wink over her shoulder, then opened the door.
"Hello, darling Dave," she greeted, making sure Tom could overhear through the thin bedroom walls. Although he was the one locked away, he couldn't help but feel excitement coursing through his veins.
Dave was an attractive, dark-haired man. There was a ravenous look in his eyes as they raked over Marie. The two of them made no attempt to hide their desires.
"Goddamn, woman," Dave growled, slamming the door shut.
"You're fucking irresistible, you know that?"
Marie laughed, a wicked glint in her eye as she sauntered backwards, coming to a stop in front of the four-poster bed. "Why, thank you, Dave. I do try my best." She lightly trailed her fingers over the silky sheets, her smile never fading.
"Enough playing around," he demanded, stepping toward her, his eyes blazing with passion.
"Let's get down to it."
Marie's eyes gleamed mischievously as she slowly climbed on the four-poster bed. "Alrighty then, Dave, let's see what you've got." She lay back, arching her back, her huge DD tits pushing together, inviting him.
Dave wasted no time. He hastily removed his clothes, his eyes locked onto Marie's form while she seductively stripped, revealing her naked beauty, "Fuck, you're amazing..." he muttered under his breath.
Dave's lust-laden gaze roamed over Marie's curves, taking in her naked form hungrily. He tore his gaze away just long enough to send a wink in Tom's direction from the other side of the wall.
Tom swallowed hard, fight or flight instincts nudging him to rip the damn chastity device off and barge into the room. But he couldn't deny the thrill that came from watching-*listening* to his wife with another man. His own body responded, throbbing unbearably in the cage.
It seemed cruel to tease himself by listening to their moans, but he'd been the one to beg for this arrangement, and now, his cock was locked up, surrender complete and utter.
As the couple started furiously grinding against each other, Tom could only imagine the slick wetness of her arousal, the salty-sweet scent of their lust. His erection was trapped, but his mind raced, delving into the forbidden fantasies he once suppressed.