Becca Bellamy
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His Wife. His Keyholder. His Cuckoldress - Part 6
🕑 Added 2023-05-25 05:55:08 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"Hello, Austin. It's so good to see you again. Why don't you get rid of those pesky clothes for me?"
Austin stood in the foyer and stared at Monica. He'd expected his wife to step through the door and the surprise of seeing her beautiful friend was more than enough to leave him speechless.
"Austin, did you hear me?" Monica asked as she stepped closer.
"Where's...where's Penelope?"
The smile on Monica's face answered the question without her having to utter a single word. Penelope was with someone else. She'd followed through on her teasing. She'd gone home with another man. That was the only possible explanation.
"Take your clothes off, Austin," Monica demanded. "I want to see that locked up little cock of yours."
Before leaving, Penelope had hinted at the idea of letting Monica play with Austin. He didn't entirely believe that would ever come to pass and he certainly didn't believe it would happen the same night that Penelope had suggested the notion.
"Penelope said you'd be a good boy," Monica continued as she set her purse down. "You don't want to disappoint your wife, do you? After all, she's the one that controls that cock of yours and I'm fairly certain she'd be willing to leave you locked up for a long, long time if you fail to do as I desire, Austin."
Penelope had already proven she was willing to leave Austin locked for a painfully long time, and he had every reason to believe that she'd sent Monica to their home to play with him.
Then Monica's phone buzzed. She bent down, pulled it from her purse, and smiled as brightly as Austin had ever seen a woman smiled as she looked at the screen.
"What is it?" Austin asked.
Monica held her phone close to her chest and said, "You enjoyed that video of your wife kissing another man, didn't you?"
He nodded.
"Well, Penelope is doing more than kissing tonight," Monica said with a smile. "She just sent proof. She said I could show it to you if I wanted to."
Monica stepped closer and reached between Austin's legs to grasp his caged cock through his pants. She squeezed hard, smiled, and leaned in until he could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck.
"Do you want to see your wife's soft, plump, perfect lips wrapped around another man's cock, Austin?" she whispered.
Austin groaned as his cock surged in the chastity cage.
"It turns you on, doesn't it?" Monica asked before gently kissing his neck. "You want to see your wife sucking someone else's cock. You want to see another man's long, thick dick in your wife's pretty little mouth, don't you?"
"Yes," Austin admitted as the ache deepened between his legs.
"Then take your fucking clothes off and let me see that locked up little dick of yours," Monica ordered as she stepped back.
Austin stripped. He felt nervous - he knew what Penelope liked and how to please her, but Monica felt like something of a wild card - but he stripped because Penelope had sent her friend to their house and Austin was determined to please her because it's what his wife would have wanted.
Monica smiled at the sight of his cock - which was already dripping precum - and then slowly turned around, looked over her shoulder, and said, "Be a good boy and help me out of my dress."
Austin stepped closer and unzipped Monica's dress. He pushed the straps off her shoulders and worked the fabric down her body, over her hips, and to the ground. She was exquisitely beautiful and touching her - even in an incidental manner - proved far more arousing than he'd expected. Though he was tempted to plant a kiss on her perfect ass, Austin stood instead.
"Back on your knees," she said. "Remove my panties."
Austin's heart pounded and his cock throbbed as he dropped to his knees. Monica's phone buzzed as he did so and he leaned to the side to try and catch a glimpse of the screen. She hid it from him, though.
"They're back at his place," Monica said. "I honestly wasn't sure if your beautiful wife was going to go all the way tonight, Austin, but it appears as though she's going to get fucked."
Austin slipped his fingers into the waistband of Monica's panties and pulled them down. She looked over her shoulder, smiled, and then stepped away and spun around. He stared at her lean, breathtakingly beautiful body. Her chest was flushed red with desire, her nipples were hard, and her pussy lips were pink and puffy with arousal.
"She's on her knees in his living room," she explained. "She's sucking his cock again. Now, though, she's naked, Austin. Your beautiful wife is naked in another man's home with his big cock in her mouth. How does that make you feel?"
"Excited...nervous...turned on...a little scared, I think," he answered.
Monica closed the distance between them, grabbed a fistful of Austin's hair and pulled back until he was staring up at her. She tightened her grip, pulled hard enough to cause genuine pain, and said, "I could have gone home with a guy tonight. I met someone exceptionally handsome, in fact. I danced with him. I kissed him. I let him run his strong hands all over my body. I even felt him get hard for me, Austin. I wanted to play with you, though. I asked your beautiful wife if I could have fun with you while she had fun with her man. Now, are you going to be good for me? Are you going to let me have fun with you?"
He nodded. "Yes, Monica. I'll be good for you."
Monica looked at her phone, tapped the screen with her thumb, and turned it around. Austin saw his wife's lips wrapped around a big cock. It looked like she was in a car. He could see a little bit of the steering wheel, though the guy didn't seem to be driving. Instead, he was doing the only thing that made sense: Enjoying a blowjob from another man's wife.
"How does that make you feel, Austin?" Monica asked. "Does it make that locked up little dick of yours throb to see your wife blowing another man in his car?"
"Yes," Austin admitted. His cock was throbbing, and that throbbing caused a rather painful ache.
"Did you ever imagine this is where your little chastity fantasy would take you, Austin?" Monica asked as she turned the phone around, depriving him of the oddly compelling pleasure of watching his wife give a blowjob.
He shook his head. "I really didn't. I just...I just liked the idea of giving up control, of surrendering that control to Penelope, of being denied."
Monica released her grip on his hair and reached between her legs. She spread her pussy lips and Austin stared at the wetness that coated her pink flesh. "I think you might have awakened a part of Penelope that she wasn't even aware of. The part of her that enjoys that control you gave her. The part of her that wants to see just how far she can go in enjoying that control. Most men - even men like you that want to be locked up - wouldn't tolerate their wives using that control to fuck someone else. But you're not most men, are you, Austin?"
"No, I'm not," he answered.
Monica plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, held them there for a few seconds, and then swiftly pushed them into Austin's mouth. He closed his lips around them and moaned while tasting her surprisingly sweet juices.
Again Monica looked at her phone and tapped the screen. With her fingers still in Austin's mouth, she turned the phone around and he watched his wife's head bob up and down in another man's lap. Penelope had provided a video. A video of her sucking cock in another man's living room. She was on her knees and between his legs. His dick was in her mouth. She was giving a rather passionate blowjob, too.
Monica chuckled as she pulled her fingers from his mouth. "She doesn't suck your dick like that, does she Austin?"
He wasn't sure how she could tell, but she was right. "No, she doesn't."
Monica's fingers entwined in his hair and she stepped forward. Her pussy was so close to Austin's face that the intoxicating scent of her desire filled his nose. "That's how a woman sucks cock when she's possessed by an otherworldly kind of desire, Austin. The kind of desire that makes a woman decide to fuck a man after only having known him for a few hours. The kind of desire that makes a woman want to step outside her marriage for the first time in her life."
The video played over and over and Austin couldn't take his eyes off of it. The sounds of a blowjob - both Penelope and the guy moaning and the wetness of her sucking - filled the air and the scent of Monica's pussy danced in Austin's nose, driving him wild.
"Monica...can I...can I eat your pussy?" he asked.
She smiled down at him. "That's something you'll have to earn, Austin. My pussy - any pussy, really - is a reward for you. The chance to make me cum is a reward for you. Plus, I'd guess that it's going to be quite some time before your lovely wife gets home. I can't imagine she's going to be satisfied with taking that big dick of his just once. She might even spend the night, Austin, which means we have plenty of time to play."
Monica released his hair, stepped back, and once again turned her phone around, depriving Austin of the relentlessly arousing view of his wife giving a blowjob.
"Go pour me a glass of wine," Monica ordered.
Austin hopped to his feet and rushed towards the kitchen. He hastily opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass for his wife's beautiful, naked friend, and headed for the living room.
Monica had taken a seat on the couch and her legs were spread as Austin walked into the room. He stared at her pussy, but she crossed her thighs rather quickly, depriving him of the exquisite view. Austin handed her the glass of wine and sank to his knees in front of Monica without hesitation.
"You may worship my foot," she said.
Austin eyed the delicate foot that dangled in front of him and reached up to run his fingers over the top. He ran both thumbs down the sole and Monica closed her eyes and purred in that way a woman sometimes does when she feels a deeply relaxing sort of pleasure.
Emboldened, Austin leaned forward and took her toe in his mouth as he continued the foot massage. Monica moaned, sipped her wine, and picked up her phone. Austin couldn't tell what she was doing, but her thumb was moving with such swiftness that it looked like she was typing out a message.
"I just told your wife that you're busy sucking on my toe while she's sucking another man's cock," Monica said as she set her phone down.
Austin moaned at the mere mention of Penelope giving a blowjob.
"Though I suppose he could be fucking her by now."
He moaned again.
"That really excites you, doesn't it?" Monica asked.
Austin nodded.
Monica's phone buzzed and she picked it up. A smile crossed her face. A moan of pleasure filled the air, and it wasn't Monica's. It came from her phone. It was Penelope.
"What's she doing?" Austin asked.
Monica looked down at him, but she didn't say a word. Another moan emanated from her phone, followed by another, and another, and another. It became clear what Penelope was doing.
"Is she...did she send a video of him...is she getting fucked?" Austin asked.
Monica wiggled her toe and Austin took it in his mouth once more. She tapped her phone's screen and the moaning began again. It had to be the sound of Penelope getting fucked. She wouldn't moan rhythmically if he was going down on her or fingering her. She was moaning like that because she had someone else's cock inside her.
"She's on her back in his bed," Monica said. "Her pussy is soaked, Austin, and his big dick is stretching her so good. It looks like they just got started, too. Your wife has someone else's cock inside her right now. You're locked up in a little chastity cage and sucking on my toes while another man's big dick is pounding your wife's tight pussy."
Austin was stunned at the arousal emanating from between his legs and the fairly intense ache that came right along with that arousal. His cock was desperate to get hard, and yet the cage made certain he had no chance of achieving an erection.
Monica pulled her toe from his mouth, uncrossed her legs, and slowly spread them. With a glass of wine in one hand she used the other to play with her pussy, rubbing her fingers in slow circles over her labia, her pink insides, and her clit.
"I can't believe how wet I am," she said. "I can't believe how much it turns me on that you're locked up while your wife is fucking someone else, Austin. It's just so fucking sexy, and I get to play with you all night if I want to."
Austin watched as Monica masturbated in a slow, teasing fashion. It seemed as if she had no intention of getting off, that she was quite content to keep herself in a state of low level desire while he remained on his knees with precum dripping from his caged cock and an ever-increasing sense of desire coursing through him.
She masturbated right up until finishing her glass of wine, and then Monica set the empty glass on the coffee table, stood, and spun around. She got on her hands and knees, looked over her shoulder at Austin, and said, "I want you to lick my asshole."
She said it with a genuine twinkle in her eye, like she found it utterly enthralling to utter those particular words to a man. Austin was happy to be on the receiving end, though, as he experienced a surge of desire before leaning in, spreading her remarkably sexy ass cheeks, and eagerly licking her hole.
As he rimmed his wife's friend, Austin heard the sounds of sex once more emanating from Monica's phone. It was different, though. It had to have been a new video. It sounded far more vigorous. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the air and Penelope's moans were louder and wilder.
"Does she let you fuck her from behind?" Monica asked.
"Almost never," Austin answered.
She laughed. "She's letting him take her from behind on their first night together, and from the sounds of it, your wife is having a damn good time with another man's big dick pounding her pussy doggystyle."
Austin wanted to see it. He was desperate to witness the sight of another man's cock fucking his wife from behind. He could only listen, though, as Monica had clearly made an effort to ensure he was denied the view he craved.
"On your back, Austin," she instructed.
The sounds of Penelope getting fucked continued to play as Austin got on his back on the living room floor. Monica backed off the couch, turned around, and walked over his body until her pussy rested above his crotch.
Then, to Austin's complete and utter surprise, she sat across his pelvis. He felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy over his cage. He listened to Penelope's moaning - and the remarkably loud sounds of the guy fucking her from behind - and looked down to see that his caged cock had disappeared into Monica's pussy.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
He nodded vigorously.
Monica slowly dragged her hips back and forth as she tapped her phone to play the video again. Austin watched a look of pleasure cross her face as Penelope moaned again and again and again. Pleasure spread through his loins - the pleasure provided by the intense warmth of Monica’s pussy - along with a growing sense of pain as his cock was offered direct stimulation in a truly remarkable way.
"Another man's stiff dick is deep inside your wife," Monica said, "and your locked up cock can't get hard, can't enjoy the true pleasure of being inside a woman. Can you imagine if I had the key, Austin? If I let you out. If I let you inside me. If I rode your dick and told you to cum inside me."
That would have felt impossibly good. Of course it would have. It would have been a mind-bending form of pleasure, especially with the sounds of his wife's sexual adventure playing.
"Of course, I'd never do that," Monica said. "What would be the fun in that? If I wanted to get fucked, I'd have done home with a man like this."
She turned the phone around and Austin groaned as he watched another man's cock fuck his wife. The guy must have been holding her phone and was doing a damn good job of capturing a nice POV view of his dick hammering Penelope's pussy from behind.
"He's fucking her better than you do, isn't he?" Monica asked as she ground her pussy over his crotch even faster.
"Yes," Austin answered.
He was disappointed when the video stopped playing. In the moment, Austin felt like he could have watched his wife get fucked for hours.
Monica set her phone aside, leaned down, and kissed Austin's neck softly. It sent a surge of pleasure down his spine and between his legs and his cock bulged in the cage. He moaned at the very particular combination of agony and pleasure that coursed through his body and for a moment he desperately wished he was actually inside of Monica, that there was actually a chance of cumming, of achieving the orgasm he craved.
In what felt like an instant, Monica dragged her pussy up his chest and onto his face. She grabbed a handful of his hair and he put his tongue to work, licking her clit feverishly while she moaned. Her thighs trembled, juices poured from her pussy, and she rolled her neck back, closed her eyes, and let out a wondrous scream.
Then, for a few seconds, Monica went totally silent as her body tensed up. She pulled his hair tight, held it for a moment, and then leaned forward as a long, low moan escaped her lips while the trembling of her legs reached a fever pitch. She was cumming. She was cumming on his face. She was using Austin to cum and it felt spectacularly good.
Finally, Monica sat up, dragged her hips back until she was sitting across his chest, and offered a hazy smile. "Thank you for that, Austin."
"It was my pleasure," he replied.
Monica stood, sat on the couch, and said, "Get me another glass of wine, would you? And feel free to pour yourself one."
Austin grabbed her glass and returned to the kitchen. He grabbed the bottle of wine and another glass and headed for the living room. Monica was looking at her phone with a smile on her face as he approached the couch.
"Round one is over," she said. "Join me."
Austin set the glasses on the coffee table, filled them both with wine, and sat next to Monica. She turned the phone his way and he saw a picture of Penelope. She was naked in the other guy's bed and a used condom rested on her stomach. The guy was lying next to her with his hand on one of her breasts and his half hard cock resting on her thigh.
"How does that make you feel?" Monica asked.
"Turned on," Austin replied.
She turned to him, leaned in, and kissed him softly on the lips. The act of affection caught him off guard, but when she reached between his legs, grabbed his caged cock and balls, and pulled hard enough to cause just a bit of pain, he knew it wasn't meant to be a particularly intimate kiss. She was playing with him. Teasing him. Toying with him. It felt good, too.
"She said she's planning on spending the night," Monica said softly. "She also said I could spend the night with you, if I wanted. How would you feel about being my plaything all night?"
"I'd love that," Austin replied.
Monica released his cock, set her phone aside, and grabbed both wine glasses from the coffee table. She handed one to Austin, lifted her glass, and said, "A toast to a night of pleasure - for me, at least."
Austin took a sip and smiled, for a night of serving Monica while watching what he imagined would be an endless streaming of videos of his wife fucking someone else was bound to be pleasurable for him, too.
