Simon was already up on his feet as Lucy came into the sitting room. He had seen her at the front door when the security camera motion alarm sounded on his mobile phone. It was 02:55am. Her smile warmed him. He had missed her. With arms entwined around each other’s bodies, they kissed passionately.

“I missed you,” he told her, resisting an attempt to touch her intimately.

“Missed you, too,” she responded as she guided him back to the settee by the hand. He offered her a drink, but she shook her head. “I’m fine, thanks.”

As they settled down she turned to him and kissed him. Her breath smelled of alcohol, but that was to be expected. Lucy had been out on a date. She kissed him again; soft, warm lips pressed against his. He felt his erection painfully straining in its restraint.

“D… did you have a good time?”

It was a silly question, he knew that. She had been out for six hours. You don’t stay out all that time having a terrible time.

Lucy nodded. “Yes, I had a lovely evening, thank you. And you?” she asked as her hand rested on his upper thigh.

“It… it was okay.”

Her fingers spread out, contacting his groin. “And were you a good boy?” she asked squeezing the metal frame that encased his cock under his clothing.

“Yes,” he sighed.

Her fingers moved to his zipper. “You didn’t take it off, did you?”

He shook his head. “No… no, I swear,” he responded adamantly.

She leaned in and kissed him. “It’s okay, I believe you, but you know where I keep the spare key if ever… well, you know,” she said as she began to tug at his zipper.

“Yes, I know, but I know how it pleases you when… “

“When what?” she teased.

“When I don’t touch myself when you are out.”

She smiled. “You mean, when you don’t masturbate when I’m out on a date.”

The zip moved down opening out his trousers and revealing his bulging boxer shorts. She kissed him again as she squeezed the metal frame encasing his erection again. “You must be… “

He groaned as her fingers delved inside his fly and pulled out his cock, encased in a steel cage. “You’re very wet and sticky,” she told him.

“S… sorry.”

She kissed him. “It’s okay. I understand. You get very excited when I go out with another man, don’t you?” she said softly. “Let’s see if we can get you sorted. Why don’t you stand up?”

Simon stood up unsteadily and turned to her as she sat with awaiting hands. She was smiling as she tugged at his trousers. As they slipped over his thighs, she reached for the waistband of his boxers. “I bet you’re wondering if I have already done this to someone else tonight?” she asked, pulling them down.

He just groaned softly as her fingers gently cupped his testicles. “Am I right?”

He nodded silently.

“And what do you think the answer is?” she asked looking up and into his eyes.

“Yessss,” he answered breathlessly.

“I’m afraid that he was unrestrained, though.”

He knew that he would be. He could almost picture it; a long, thick, circumcised cock resting in her soft, eager hand, and just a few inches away from her lips.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him in anticipation. “Remember, you are only allowed one question, and you know that there are questions that I not only won’t answer, but also will punish you for asking.”

His lips closed quickly and tightly. Lucy had made it very clear from the outset that there were questions that he couldn’t ask. Where she had been? What she had done? And who she had been with? were the fundamental questions. Basic, but very important to him. Questions that always nagged away at him and increased his angst.

“Well?”

“I… I just wanted to know if you had a nice time,” he answered.

She looked up at him. “You can ask what you really want to ask, you know. I don’t mind.,” she responded, still cupping his testicles.

“W… was it good?”

She smiled. “It was very good, thank you, but it always is with…,” she stopped. “I wouldn’t be wasting my time with him if he was useless in bed.”

There, he thought, she was seeing the same guy, and she almost named him. “I’m pleased that you are having… a good time with him.”

“Thank you, darling. You are the perfect husband, allowing your wife to have fulfilling relationships with other men,” she said as she delved under the top of her black dress to seek out the end of the thin gold chain around her neck. She found it, and lifted it out… a small brass padlock key hung from it.

“Has he asked why you have a key on a chain around your neck?”

“Yes,” she answered, as she lifted the chain over her head.

He waited with bated breath for more, but she wasn’t forthcoming as she took hold of the padlock that secured the sheath to the solid ring behind his testicle sac.

“What did you tell him?”

She looked up at him. “You’ve already gone over your quota of questions.”

“I’m sorry. I just… “

“I know. You need to know about my relationships with other men, but they are private… we agreed that didn’t we?”

Simon nodded and apologised again.

“As a matter of fact,” she started to say as she removed the padlock, “He knows that you wear a cage. In fact, it was his suggestion.”

He sighed as she slid the sheath over his erection. At last, he was free. Although he enjoyed being restrained by her, being subjected to orgasm control, it could be quite uncomfortable having an erection stifled.

“He told you to cage me?”

She put down the sheath and looked up at him sternly. “You are well over your quota now, Simon. I think that you should be punished for it. I let you off last week after you promised not to do it again, but not again.”

“I’m sorry. I… I.”

“It’s no use, Simon.”

He looked at her pitifully, but her expression remained the same. “W… What are you going to do to me?”

Lucy looked at his cock. It was fully erect now. Standing firm and solid, but precum was leaking from his urethral opening and trickling down his shaft. She smiled to herself as she reached with her forefinger to gather up his leakage. Men’s cocks had always intrigued her. Their different shapes and sizes; some cut, some uncut. Some with prominent veins, some without. But all had one thing in common; when aroused and excited their semen would escape through that opening in the glans. Sometimes it seeped slowly, sometimes it gushed, sending ropes of cum into the air.

Lucy loved that. She loved the taste; loved the feel of it against her skin, especially her face. If she was honest, there were times when she preferred it on her body instead of inside her. Alas, the majority of men wanted to deposit their semen inside a woman.

“Please don’t punish me,” Simon pleaded. His voice bringing her back to reality.

She looked up him as she held his cock tightly. “I have to, Simon. I let you away with it once, and I cannot do it again. I can’t let things slide; you do understand don’t you?”

He looked down at her. Lucy had always been the dominant one in the marriage. It was she who made all the big decisions, the important ones. She ran a company, and a large one at that, and one that was predominantly male as far as senior management was concerned. He wouldn’t say that she was bossy, but he knew that their relationship was a femdom one.

She leaned forward with tongue out and licked his shaft. Simon moaned softly. One thing he loved about Lucy was her love of cum. During their early courtship days, she kept their physical relationship side to purely oral sex. She loved to slowly masturbate him to the point of cumming before taking him in her mouth. Previous girlfriends had been reluctant to swallow but Lucy loved the taste.

And she was tasting him now. Simon put his hand around the back of her head to support her. “You’re so good at that,” he moaned softly. “You’re the best.”

She pulled back and smiled. “Thank you, Simon,” she told him, “but I still have to punish you.”

“H… how? How will you punish me?”

She looked him in the eye.  “I think it should be something that will deter you from asking questions again.”

She could the see the pain on his face. “I think I should spend a whole night with…. him.”

“A whole night!”

She nodded.

His gasp was audible.

“Not just one night… two nights.”

“Two nights!”

She smiled again. “Yes, two nights. A weekend in fact. A whole weekend with my boyfriend.”

Simon gasped again.

She applied her tongue to his glans. “A whole weekend of fucking,” she said softly, “and if you dare ask any questions when I come home, then you lose me for another weekend.”

He glanced down at her as she tightened her fingers around his shaft. “Will… will I be caged while you’re away?”

She laughed as her hand began to move back and forth. “What do you think?”

Simon groaned loudly.

“And I’ll be taking the spare key with me for Chris to wear.”

“Chris… no, not Chris. Please don’t let it be him…. “ he said loudly.

“Yes, Chris!”

Simon screamed out as Lucy closed her eyes just before the first gush of hot semen hit her on the face.

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