Becca Bellamy
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She Makes the Rules - Part 7
🕑 Added 2021-10-15 05:00:02 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“Do I have to be locked up for this?” Paul asked.
Hannah leaned closer to the bathroom mirror and carefully applied her mascara as Paul’s eyes drifted to her ass. She hadn’t yet put on a stitch of clothing after her shower and she looked flawless.
“You do,” she said. “I think it’s important for you to be in your cage the first time you watch Julian fuck me. We don’t know how you’re going to react, but I’m certain that being in the cage will help you control some of your less pleasant impulses.” She leaned back and turned to smile at him. “Good and bad impulses, by the way. I’d love it if you wanted to masturbate while you watched me cum on Julian’s big cock, but I don’t want you cumming before he and I are finished. I also know it’s possible you’ll feel a need to try and stop me from enjoying another man. Any husband would feel that need, but I suspect that having your cock locked up in an itty bitty cage will prove a handy reminder that perhaps you’re not quite the man you thought you were.”
Paul felt a little like she’d slapped him. Their marriage had undergone significant changes since Hannah had decided that she was going to make the rules, but she’d never been quite so explicit about her thoughts about him. It wasn’t like Paul didn’t understand, of course. Hannah had taken to fucking him with a strapon regularly and she’d been with Julian half a dozen times over the past few weeks. It was obvious she didn’t think of Paul in the same way she used to, or that she was simply being honest about how she’d always thought of him.
“Are you still happy you married me?” Paul asked.
Hannah turned and offered a sweet smile as she put her makeup down and stepped into the bedroom. “Paul, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I know your ego is probably feeling a little bruised by all of this, but that’s part of the process. A man’s ego just gets in the way of his and his wife’s happiness, so I’m working on shrinking yours, if not destroying it entirely. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I’m disappointed with you. The opposite is true. I truly am happier than I’ve ever been. My only disappointment is that it took me so long to realize that I need to be in the kind of marriage where I get to make the rules. I need to be with a man that finds it pleasurable to let me make the rules, and I know you’re that kind of man, Paul. I know you are.”
Paul didn’t want to be that kind of man, but he was. He’d gone along with each and every one of Hannah’s rules, even those that caused him discomfort. He made no effort to stop her from fucking Julian because he found it arousing, as fucked up as that was. He happily took her strapon because while the anal penetration was a little uncomfortable – and sometimes painful – he liked the experience as a whole, and sometimes he found it hugely pleasurable, especially when Hannah saw fit to give him an orgasm while fucking him, which had happened with great frequency in recent weeks.
Hannah gave Paul a kiss on the cheek and said, “Zoe suggested that you be naked when Julian gets here and I agree with her.”
“What? Why?” Paul asked as panic rose in his chest.
“You’re not a threat to Julian – you’ll see just how true that is when he gets here – but if you’re naked when he arrives you’re going to feel exposed, and small, and like a little less of a man. That’s going to keep your ego in check, and Zoe says that the biggest risk of what we’re doing tonight is the cuckold’s ego getting out of control. If you’re naked and Julian sees your little locked up dick from the start, it will be nearly impossible for your ego to get in the way of my fun,” Hannah explained.
“But, Hannah, please,” Paul pleaded. “Can’t I just wear a pair of underwear?”
“Paul, who makes the rules in our house?” Hannah asked.
His shoulders slumped and he answered, “You do.”
“That’s right,” Hannah replied. “Now get naked and then pull that pretty blue dress you like so much from the closet. I’m going to wear it for Julian.”
Paul stripped, folded and put away his clothes, and retrieved the dress his wife mentioned from the closet. It was, in fact, his favorite dress of hers, though he suspected Hannah knew that and was wearing it purposefully.
“Would you like me to pick out any underwear?” Paul asked.
Hannah plugged in her straightening iron and said, “No. I won’t be wearing any underwear tonight. I like the idea of Julian having easy access to my body. He doesn’t really seem to like lingerie, anyway. He always tears it off of me mere minutes after we get going, so I figured I’d save him the effort this time.”
Paul thought of another man tearing his wife’s lingerie off and indulging in his desire for her body and it made his dick throb in the cage. He bent over in the pointless hope that the pain would subside, but it wasn’t to be. Instead, he had to deal with the ache of his defeated arousal and the notion that the arousal was born out of a truly humiliating desire to see someone else fuck his wife.
Hannah finished her hair and makeup and had Paul put her dress on just a few minutes before Julian arrived. When the doorbell rang she took Paul’s hand, led him to the living room, and said, “Wait by the couch with your hands behind your back. I know it will be difficult to make eye contact with Julian when he arrives, but I want you to be polite. Don’t worry, there won’t be much socializing. I’m already wet and I suspect Julian won’t have any trouble getting right down to the business of satisfying your wife while you watch.”
Hannah walked away, answered the door, and welcomed Julian to their home. Paul couldn’t see them, but he was quite certain he heard the sounds of kissing and then a soft moan from Hannah’s lips.
“No panties?” Julian asked.
“Why bother?” Hannah replied. “I’ll just end up taking them off a few minutes from now.”
“I like the way you think,” Julian said.
They appeared at the edge of the living room a moment later and a smile immediately broke across Julian’s face as he took in the sight of Paul standing by the couch.
“Julian, I’d like you to meet my husband Paul,” Hannah said.
Julian stepped forward, stuck out his hand, and offered a powerful handshake as he said, “Nice to meet you, Paul. There’s no need to be worried about that cage on your cock, by the way. You’re not the first cuckold I’ve seen locked up like that.”
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Paul replied.
Hannah approached and reached out to play with Paul’s locked up cock. He caught a whiff of her perfume and he saw the lusty look on her face and his dick immediately surged to life in the cage. He felt that rush of pain as his erection was denied and he did his best not to double over as it got worse.
Hannah then stepped in front of Paul, turned around, and pulled Julian close. They kissed as she leaned back and pressed her body against Paul’s. Her ass ground into his crotch as she made out with another man just a few inches from him. The pain in his loins deepened and he couldn’t help but groan at the ever-increasing ache.
“You’re already hard for me,” Hannah said.
“On the drive over here I couldn’t stop thinking about the last time we fucked,” Julian said. “I thought about how worked my cock with your pussy while you were on top. I thought about how you took your time and gave me an orgasm that had my head spinning.”
Hannah reached back and lifted her dress before pressing her bare ass against Paul’s locked up cock. He felt his caged flesh slip between her warm, smooth ass cheeks as she kissed Julian again. He listened to his wife moan as his cock ached so badly he couldn’t help but wish that they’d stop fooling around and let him leave.
“Will you fuck me right now?” Hannah asked. “I can’t wait. I need you inside me, Julian.”
Julian stepped back, stripped with impressive speed, and sat on the couch. Hannah lifted her dress over her head, tossed it aside, and straddled him. She took his bare cock into her pussy and they kissed as she sank down on it.
Paul watched as another man’s tongue and cock entered his wife’s body. Julian grabbed Hannah’s ass and helped her ride him. The sounds of her wet pussy being filled by his big dick reached Paul’s ears and again he felt his poor, locked up cock surge in the cage that imprisoned it. His eyes found his key resting between Hannah’s breasts and he saw it bounce a little as she rode Julian. He wished he could yank it from her chest and set his dick free. He wished he could end the agony unfolding between his legs, but it wasn’t to be. Hannah made the rules, after all, and she’d decided that he would watch his wife fuck another man while naked and locked in a small chastity cage.
At first, it was the physical act of his wife fucking another man that Paul concentrated on. As the minutes passed, he couldn’t help but take note of what seemed like a genuine connection between them. It was a physical connection, to be sure, but it seemed deep and beautiful. Their bodies seemed connected as they pursued their mutual pleasure. It was as if every second of their encounter only deepened their pleasure and brought them closer together, all of which drove Paul a little bit insane. He couldn’t help but wonder if his wife had been right to strip him naked and lock him up, for had his ego been more intact he might have tried to stop the sex unfolding in front of him.
Paul felt thankful when Hannah finally came. His cock had refused to relent in its attempts to get hard and he needed a respite from the relentless pain.
Hannah and Julian kissed and caressed each other in the way that lovers tend to do after an exceptional orgasm is experienced by one of them. She then turned her attention to Paul and smiled. “It looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself,” she said while staring at his locked cock. “Have you made a little puddle of precum on the floor?”
Paul looked down to see that he’d absolutely done that as his cock had leaked relentlessly while struggling for some semblance of an erection as Hannah and Julian fucked.
Hannah dismounted from Julian’s cock and crawled to the edge of the couch. She reached out and caressed Paul’s testicles, eliciting a groan that brought a smile from her face.
“Fuck me from behind,” she said to her lover.
Julian quickly moved into place, slipped his cock into her pussy, and grabbed her hips to fuck her like she clearly desired.
Hannah looked up at Paul and smiled as her fingers moved to his chastised cock. She caressed him through the metal bars of the cage and the pain returned with his desire aided by the fact that he was once more witnessing the sight of another man fucking his wife, this time in a position they rarely indulged in.
“He feels so good inside me,” Hannah said. “His big cock fills my pussy like yours never has, like no man’s ever has. He’s better than you, Paul. He’s much better than you. How does that make you feel?”
Paul groaned. “I don’t know.”
Hannah sped up the movement of her fingers and Paul felt a delightful tingling sensation mingle with the pain of trying to get hard. “I think you do know,” she said. “I think you love that he’s better than you. I think you love that your wife is finally getting what she needs from a man with a hard body and a big cock that can fuck me for as long as I desire.”
Julian seemed to fuck her harder, as the noise of their bodies meeting got louder.
“Say it,” Hannah demanded. “Say that you love that Julian fucks me better than you do.”
“I love it,” Paul said. “I don’t know why, but it turns me on. It fucking turns me on.” He moaned as that tingling sensation spread. It was pleasure. He was feeling pleasure. Despite his inability to get an erection, Paul was feeling a sense of pleasure as Hannah played with his locked cock while taking Julian’s dick from behind.
“I’m going to let him cum inside me, Paul,” she said. “I’m going to let Julian cum in my pussy. Another man is going to cum in your wife’s tight pussy.”
Paul sharply sucked in a deep breath and felt an unmistakable sense of pleasure between his legs. He knew what was happening. He was moments away from cumming. It was going to happen. He was going to cum in a chastity cage. Somehow he was going to unleash his fucking load while his dick remained soft.
“Cum inside me,” Hannah said. “Unload in my cunt while my husband watches.”
Paul came first. His legs turned to rubber and he leaned against the wall for balance as his soft cock pulsed in the cage. Pleasure mixed with pain each time cum spurted from his cock. The pleasure won out, though. It was intense in an entirely different – and in some ways, better – way than usual and Paul couldn’t help but let out a series of lusty moans.
Julian groaned and Paul looked over to see the other man had buried his big cock in Hannah’s pussy. He was as deep inside her as any man had ever been and he was unloading. It was equal parts arousing and agonizing.
Julian leaned down and kissed Hannah’s neck as his orgasm finished. She turned her head and their lips met. Their tongues danced while his cock remained inside her.
“Will you stay a little while longer so I can fuck you again?” she asked.
“Of course I will,” he replied.
They kissed again and Paul closed his eyes and enjoyed the continued pulses of pleasure that emanated from between his legs. He still couldn’t believe he’d managed to orgasm while locked in chastity, but wasn’t about to complain about such wondrous pleasure.
“Paul, you need to clean up the mess you made on the floor,” Hannah said as she turned back to him with a smile on her face. “Some paper towels will do quite nicely.”
Paul turned for the kitchen and listened as his wife and Julian kissed yet again.
“You fuck me better than any man ever has,” she said.
Paul winced at the indirect insult, though it was tempered by the continued sense of pleasure emanating from between his legs. He thought of what Hannah had said earlier about being happier than she’d ever been before. If she was being honest, then Paul had very little to worry about when it came to his marriage, so he chose to believe she was being honest and that he simply needed to follow her rules to ensure they were both happy.
