My wife Amy called out to me from our bedroom in an excited happy tone, “Wanna see?”

She had come home this afternoon with a new outfit that she was planning to wear out tonight, and had spent the last hour happily scurrying about getting ready.

“Um, okay,” I replied. What else could I say?

Amy breezed into the living room to model her new clothes. Striding in confidently, she faced me, then turned around slowly to let me see every view.

“What do you think?” she asked with an expectant smile.

Amy was thirty-seven years old and quite attractive. She attracted men's attention whenever we were out, which made me kinda proud. She was five-feet-six-inches and had moderate length, light brown hair, green sparkling eyes and an easy smile. She had a tight but not overly small figure. She looked healthy, not tiny but certainly did not appear heavy. She was always attractive, but it never used to be in an overtly sexy kind of way. This had recently changed.

The outfit she had picked out really looked good on her, although a bit more revealing than I was used to seeing her wear. The last hour of her preparation was well spent. Her chestnut hair was brushed out carefully to frame her pretty face. Her make-up accentuated her bright excited eyes and her contagious smile. With the way she was made up, she would have looked great in jeans and a sweatshirt, but the new outfit was flattering and even sexy on her. She looked more than attractive, she looked hot!

The pants she wore were light tan and very close-fitting - they could have been custom-tailored. The center seam ran down and into the crack of her ass, separating and contouring her perfect ass cheeks. The thin material looked to be painted on her ass, with no folds, no creases, no wrinkles except for the light lines of her high-cut panties underneath.

Her top was light and loose, a flowered print that hid the little bit of weight that she carried self-consciously on her stomach. The looseness of the blouse, however, did very little to hide her lovely C-cup breasts. Her ample cleavage was clearly on intentional display.

Amy never wore a lot of jewelry, and tonight she wore only a light necklace that held a key that laid nestled between her breasts. The key was not all that pretty a piece of jewelry, it was more functional than aesthetic. It was because of its function that she was wearing it out tonight. The very act of wearing it was what made it very sexy on her.

“You look really nice,” I told her.

“I don’t want to look nice. I want to look naughty,” she replied with a bit of a pout in her voice.

She turned her head and pushed out her bum as she looked at her tight ass in the hallway mirror.

“I hope Ted likes these pants. He loves my ass,” she said in the whimsical tone her voice took on when she talked of her lover.

I had no good answer for that. I don’t think she was looking for one anyway, so I stayed silent.

She looked at her watch and her eyes lit up. “It’s almost time to go!” she told me, and then came toward me on the sofa.

"Don't get too excited thinking of what Ted and I will be doing tonight,” she said. “You don’t want to hurt your cock in its little cage,” she continued as she took her necklace in her hand and jangled the key for me.

“I’ll be home late; I had a long nap this afternoon,” she told me in an excited voice, like a kid sharing her big adventure with one of her parents. She spoke as if I should be excited for her.

“I am going to get so fucked tonight!” she whispered in my ear. “I am so horny that I might even give him my ass,” she added then moved back to watch my reaction, the glint in her eyes illustrated her excitement.

“He keeps asking to do anal, but his cock is so big, I don’t know if I could take it.”

I remained silent as she teased me. It might have been just teasing, but maybe it was something more. It may also have been her just needing to share her excitement with someone. Amy, like most women, was prone to tell her best friends about exciting things in her life. Amy couldn’t tell her friends about this story though

Like her, Amy’s friends were staunchly religious. Amy had always been the picture of ‘straight and narrow’. She never missed church, she sang in the choir and up until a few months ago, never swore or wore revealing clothes. She still portrayed her pristine image in our social circle, but what she now did in secret was a complete departure from that.

“Should I let him fuck my ass?” she asked abruptly. She wasn’t seeking my permission; she was just verbalizing her thoughts.

“You never let me fuck your ass,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, but Ted gets me so excited, so horny and wet that I’m ready to do anything for him… I’m sorry, that must sound hurtful. It isn’t meant to be…”

As if I needed, or even wanted, to hear her explanation she continued, “It's not that I ever disliked making love with you, Brent, but that’s what it is, making love. For me, sex between us has always been more intimate than sexual,” she said, appearing to be somewhat reflective in her thoughts.

“Ted and I fuck,” she said bluntly. “Pure and simple. Raw animalistic fucking. I never thought sex could be that… primitive. Erotic. When I am with him, I turn into a complete slut.”

“Guess what?” she asked rhetorically in a stage whisper. “I’m getting wet now just thinking about him pounding that big cock into me. When he is fucking me I want it to go on forever! Every time he is inside me I cum over and over and over... I just LOVE fucking him!” she said looking into space as she reflected on her past transgressions.

She came back to reality for a moment and looked at her watch, “Gotta run!” she blurted in excitement. “I might bring you home a treat,” she continued, winking at me. She was exhilarated, as giddy as a child heading to Disneyland. She could hardly contain her anticipation.

Amy turned away from me, and I watched my wife's gorgeous ass sway to an fro as she stepped confidently on her way to get fucked by another man.

My cock twitched in its cage.

THE BACKSTORY:

I suppose I had brought this on myself.

About six months ago, Amy caught me watching porn and masturbating. She walked in on me just as I started to ejaculate all over myself. I had been watching a white woman being fucked by a big black cock while her husband watched and masturbated. It was a pretty good video for an obviously amateur recording.

“What are you watching?!” she exclaimed from behind me, catching me completely by surprise. I was just starting to orgasm, spraying cum on myself.

She must have come looking for me, wondering why I wasn’t in bed at 2:30 on a Saturday morning. She stepped around the leather sofa to face me and then saw that I was naked and ejaculating.

“Oh, sick! You’re masturbating! And you’re cumming! While I’m standing here, you’re cumming on yourself!”

I was surprised and embarrassed, I suspect Amy was too. I expected her to walk away shocked, and leave me with my embarrassment, but she didn’t. She stood there looking at me with my six-inch cock still pulsing and oozing in my hand with the TV on.

The volume on the TV had been turned low - obviously not low enough to reveal Amy’s approach - however, and the people on the TV were still going at it quite vocally. Amy turned from me in disgust to look at the TV.

“Oh fuck, Brian!” the woman cried out, “His cock is so big! I’m going to cum again!”

“Yeah baby, cum for him. Cum on his big black cock!”

“Oh, yes! YES!” she cried out, “I’m cumming!!”

“That is sick!” Amy uttered, “Turn it off.”

I reached for the remote that was on the coffee table in front of the sofa I was stretched out on.

“No, stop! Your hand is covered in your cum! I’ll do it,” she said with disgust, reaching for the remote.

As she turned back to the TV, the husband spoke to his wife, “Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” he said as he kissed her.

“Ohh…FUCK, Brian!! This… is… ugh, ugh… the best… gift you’ve ever given me!” she replied haltingly, the black man still pounding it into her from behind.

Amy paused with a quizzical look on her face. She held the remote out but did not press any buttons.

“Do you want the same gift for our anniversary next month?” the husband asked.

“Oh YES! Please!! I need… Ahh... I have to get fucked like this again!! Please!!” she answered, dropping her head down to the pillow, her ass in the air and the bald black man furiously pounding his cock into her.

Amy blinked a couple of times, watched the show for about ten more seconds, then pressed to remote to shut the TV off. She stood there for a long moment then turned to me.

“What was that all about?” she asked me.

“What?” I replied, wiping the cum from myself with the hand towel I had with me.

“That... That movie."

“You know what it was, Amy, porn. We watched it years ago.”

“Yes, but this was a married couple, and he was watching another man have sex with his wife.”

"Cuckolding.”

“What?”

“Cuckolding. A wife has sex with another man, and the husband is okay with it. Even encourages it.”

“Oh, c'mon. That kinda thing’s not real is it?” She said as she sat down on the chair across from me.

She had apparently forgotten to be furious that she had just caught me jerking off to porn. Amy had always told me that watching porn was cheating. She was now apparently more interested in the premise of the movie than the fact she had caught me watching porn.

“Yeah, it’s a thing. That video was made by an amateur married couple, posted online.”

“Really? Online where?”

“Porn sites, especially sites specific to that kinda thing.”

She reflected on that for a few seconds, then asked, “So you went looking online for that kind of site, to find that kind of video?” She asked. “And while you were watching a married woman having sex with another man, you were so excited by it you were masturbating?”

Amy now didn’t seem disgusted, just curious. I didn’t answer.

“Well, did you?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. I didn’t know where this was going, but lying wasn’t going to help my situation.

“Wow. I can’t believe you. You actually like that kind of thing? First, you cheat on me, porn IS cheating you know, and the porn you watch is about other people cheating...”

Now if the truth be told, my mouth gets me in more trouble than anything else, and before I knew what I was saying, I answered, “Well technically, she isn’t cheating if he allows her to do it.”

“What? That’s nuts. Don’t be ridiculous!”

“If the husband wants to share his wife, and she does it… then she isn’t really cheating.”

“I’m not listening to this,” she said as she got to her feet. “Clean up down here, and yourself too before you come to bed.”

Amy was far less angry at finding me masturbating than I thought she would have been. She was certainly less upset than she was than the last time she caught me doing it.

Actually, tonight she was angrier when she first saw the movie I was watching than she was when she understood the premise of the movie. She was still expecting me in our bed. I wasn’t banned or anything, which was a bit of a surprise. I went up to bed about a half-hour later and found her asleep, so I climbed in quietly so as to not disturb her.

Nothing was said about the matter for the next week. I certainly wasnt going to bring it up, but neither did she. It was the following weekend when Amy subtly led into the subject. That saturday evening we had been to the birthday party of a friend of ours' home. When we got home at about 11:00pm we had a few more drinks on our own while playing some cards.

“So, um.. what do you think Trevor got Chelsea for her birthday?” Amy asked with a funny lilt in her voice.

I looked up and saw the coy smile on her lips as she continued to look at the cards in her hand. It was the curious little smile she couldnt suppress that gave her away.

“Umm, I don’t know. Was Darnell still at the party when we left?” I answered.

Amy’s eyes widened and she giggled abruptly. I had caught her meaning, and she hadn't expected it.

“That’s bad!” she said while trying to control her laughter.

“Just sayin,’” I replied.

"I know what you are saying, but that is nasty. Trevor and Chelsea would never go for that naughty stuff," she deflected, as if she hadn't been thinking the same thing all along. I let her get away with it and didn't call her out on it, letting her keep her innocent appearance. There was a quiet between us for a few minutes while I let Amy dwell in her thoughts before I responded.

“Your birthday is coming up.” I said flatly. Just leaving it out there.

“What?” she said looking at me wide eyed with an expression that was hard to read.

“Just sayin.’”

“What did you mean by that?” she asked, looking at me with an inquisitive, yet excited expression.

“I mean that I am willing to let you have whatever you want for your birthday. A gift… a memory… some pleasure…”

“Are you suggesting...” she never finished her sentence but we both knew we were talking around the same idea, with neither of us saying it outright.

“I’m just saying that I am a generous man, and I don’t mind sharing.”

Amy sat there looking at me. I looked right back at her. Her face and especially her eyes changed expression over the next few seconds. I think she was trying to confirm in her mind that she was understanding what I was saying. This conversation was possibly a game changer in our marriage and Amy was trying to understand what this might lead to. Her expression changed from confusion to excitement to uncertainty and a few that I didnt evern recognize. Maybe she was trying to decide what her desires were. On the other hand I had no questions, I knew what I wanted. I wanted her to fuck another man. I wanted to watch her as she fucked another man. I wanted to fuck her pussy that was still full of another man’s cum.

“You’d share me, like… like in that movie?” she asked cautiously.

“Yes, I would,” I said without hesitation. “I would share you, but only if you wanted it.”

She sat there looking at me for a few seconds, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to understand her thoughts.

“Well sweetheart,” she said, putting her cards down, “I’ve put some thought to this since last weekend when I found you watching porn and masturbating. You know I think of that as cheating,” she said, looking me square in the eye for a full five seconds before she continued.

“You know what is strange?” she asked rhetorically. “It is really strange that I consider it cheating when you masturbate while watching people have sex in a movie, yet you don’t think of it as cheating if I actually have sex with someone else.”

“Only if I know about it. And watch,” I replied cautiously.

“Whatever. Still, our opinions are vastly different,” she said as she stood up. “Vastly different.”

“Would you like another drink?” she asked, “I think I need a double, I need to wrap my mind around this.”

“Yes please," I answered quietly.

I heard her mixing the drinks in the kitchen and wondered where this conversation was going. Was I going to get my fantasy of watching her fuck another man? Was she going to tell me that our marital views are incompatible, and we need to separate? I wasn’t sure how to interpret her words and her expression.

Amy returned with our drinks and sat down.

“So?” I said.

“So, what?” she replied.

“What are you thinking?”

"Well, as I said, I have been thinking about this a lot. I have had a change in opinion on a couple of things. The way I see it, your opinion on cheating is based on permission, and the more I think about it, I realized mine are too. We both think that marriage is belonging to the other person, right?"

I nodded in agreement.

“Well, I think that when you masturbate, you are having sex, although alone,” she stated. “And it is you having sex without my permission. So really that is still cheating because it is sex without my permission,” she added. “On the topic of porn though, I have changed my view somewhat. We all see things that are exciting for us. For me it might be romantic movies or romance novels, for you it is obviously something more graphic, but really the same premise.”

She was kind of rambling now, trying to tie her related thoughts together into an idea she could share.

“Sometimes we can’t help seeing sex, like on a movie or something, I dont think of that as cheating if you see people have sex then, so I guess it isnt just seing sex I think of as cheating. I think what I'm saying is that I feel that it is not what we see and think that is cheating, it is what we do.”

She continued, “I think it is whether we do something without permission that makes it cheating or not. Do you understand what I’m saying? I mean, people find other people attractive, people have little fantasies, but if they only think about it and don’t ‘do’ anything they aren’t really cheating. Does that make sense?”

I nodded but said nothing. She took a long swallow of her drink. I sat there looking at her and processing what she was saying, trying to understand where she was going and what it meant for us.

“You are actually willing to let me have sex with another man?” she asked abruptly.

“Yes, I am,” I answered immediately. “Not in secret though, I have to know about it, and I want to watch.”

There it was, out on the table. I wanted her to fuck someone else. She had expected that is what I wanted, and now she knew it. To top it off, I had just given her permission.

"Now, see… I have a little problem with that" she countered. "I think that since you said that you would be okay with it, I might be able to have sex with another man, since it seems to be something you want. As I’ve thought about this over the past week, I realized that maybe I actually want it too. I think I might enjoy it. I am pretty sure that I wouldn’t enjoy it if you were there watching though. That would be kinda... creepy.”

I was thrilled! She had agreed to fuck another man; well, with a condition that I didnt like, but I was sure that I could get her to let me watch if I worked at it

“However," she continued, "going back to permission, I never gave you permission to masturbate while watching other people. I have warned you about that before, so I think we need to do something about that. I have caught you watching porn and masturbating before, and when I had confronted you about it you said you would stop. Obviously, you didn’t stop. Maybe you can’t help yourself."

“Since you are willing to let me be with another man, I think I will take you up on that. I will have sex with another man, but not if you are watching, at least not the first time. Maybe if I like it, and I want to do it again, I will consider letting you watch.”

I was ecstatic and bounding with joy in my mind. Amy had agreed to fuck another man - my fantasy, but I was in negotiation here and I didn’t want to give in too easilly.

“Hmmm… I’m not sure. I should be there. I want to watch the first time.”

“Nope, non-negotiable.”

“Aww, Amy! C’mon. You might not do it again. I want to watch.”

“Nope, non-negotiable.”

‘Damn,’ I thought to myself. 'Some negotiator I am, I sound like a pleading whiner and she is being the strong minded one.'

"There is another thing,” she added. “You cheated on me. You were masturbating to porn against my knowledge and against my will. You have done it before, then you lied saying you didn’t do it anymore. I need to know I can trust you. There is an easy solution to that though, I want you in a cock cage. I want your cock locked in a cage that I have a key for. I’ll let you out so we can have sex, other than that, you get locked up.”

“No way!” I told her.

“No way? Then the whole thing is off, and since I know I can’t trust you, I don’t know where this leaves us.

“Aww, Amy, a cock cage?”

“Yep. A cock cage,” she said taking another long drink, then she rose from the table and walked out of the room.

Well this sucked. This really sucked! Amy was going to fuck another guy, and I couldn’t watch. To top it off I had to wear a cock cage. If I didn’t agree to it, I don’t know what was going to happen.

Amy returned in just a minute with something in her hand. She sat down then laid it on the table. A cock cage, a clear plastic phallus shaped device meant to keep my cock in a state of chastity with the lock that hung from it.

I looked at the cage, then at Amy. She looked at me with hands on her hips.

“Right here, right now.” she said. “Put this on and if you do, I think we can indulge your little fantasy.”

So I did.

WAITING FOR MY WIFE:

Now six months later, I sit here. I’m all caged up waiting for my wife to return from her latest escapade with Ted. The waiting is bitter-sweet. Sweet when I envision what Amy is doing, feeling, experiencing, bitter because I am not able to watch, and because of this damn cock cage.

Amy knows me too well. She knows that right now, just thinking about her and Ted fucking their brains out is making me so horny, that without this cage I would be jacking off like mad. So, she keeps me locked up while she is getting what she tells me is the best fucking in her life.

Over the last six months, she has ‘accidentally’ left the key for my cock cage on the counter in the bathroom exactly twice. I think she feels a little guilty. We still have sex - I mean ‘make love’ - about once every week or two. Honestly, that hasn’t changed very much. After I cum, she cleans up then comes back to bed and tells me to lock him up. She doesn’t even take my word for it, she checks the lock, and the cage itself to make sure that I can’t get out of it. I don’t know where she hides that damned key, I’ve looked.

Those two times I’m pretty sure she was letting me have a little freedom to give myself some release, which I did, then dutifully locked myself up again. Those two times were not before one of her trysts though. She makes sure I am locked up like a convict in the days before she gets ready to meet Ted. She wants me extra horny when she is going to meet Ted. She knows when my cock gets hard it fights the confines of the cage. When she comes back from being with Ted, she likes to see me swollen in the cage; it is her little dig at me. I know she is thinking, ‘You asked for this, so now you’ve got it.’

She found Ted through Craigslist. He is a mixed-race guy, I’ve seen his picture, a few years younger than we are, single and reportedly hung like a horse. Amy has been with him four times before tonight, and tells me that the sex is wonderful, unbelievable, fantastic. Yeah, thanks for that update, sweetheart.

She said she is still enjoying him too much to share their time together with me, but has told him that I want to watch, and he is okay with it. It will be worth the wait if that happens, I just hope she takes the cage off when it does.

She should be home anytime; she’s been gone seven hours, and about twenty-five minutes ago she texted me to let me know she was leaving the hotel. Apparently, Ted has to work tomorrow so he couldn’t fuck my wife past 2:00am.

AMY RETURNS:

I heard the front door open then close as Amy arrived home. It was 2:45am, and she was not being especially quiet; she knew I’d be waiting for her. Amy rustled about in the entranceway, putting away her outer clothing then started up the stairs.

I was so eager to see her, to know her passion, to hear her tell me all about her night. That was something that I was able to negotiate. Since she wouldn’t let me watch, I told her that she had to tell me about her encounters. She was reluctant to agree but eventually did. I mean, c’mon, she was way ahead on this arrangement, it was a small request.

After her first liaison, she was hesitant to say anything initially but once she started to tell me about it she became less and less shy. By now, after multiple escapades, she had learned to become very descriptive. She seems to enjoy watching how turned on I get, hearing her tell me about her fucking Ted. Talking about it seems to turn her on too. Plus, as a woman, she has to tell someone about it right?

She made little noise as she progressed up the steps. When she reached the landing in the hallway instead of coming to our bedroom, she turned into the bathroom. I heard her unzip her fly but never heard the telltale sounds of her peeing. Even the thought of listening to her urinating was exciting to me right now, I was so very horny waiting to see her freshly fucked pussy and hear her tell me how wonderfully Ted fucked her.

She left the washroom and proceeded down the hall to our bedroom.

“I’m back,” she said, stopping in the doorway.

I had left a light on in our bedroom and as she entered I saw that she had removed almost all of her clothes in the bathroom. She stood before me naked except for her panties.

“I’m back and have been wonderfully fucked,” she continued.

“Have you?” I asked.

“Oh Brent. Yes, I have. Thank you for letting me go fuck Ted.”

“You’re welcome. Tell me about it.”

“Let me show you.”

Amy moved closer to the bed where I was half reclined. She stepped so close that my face was only six inches from her pussy. The scent of sex was powerful. Amy pulled the crotch of her panties away from her trimmed pussy. Long threads of sticky cum stretched between the saturated fabric and her soaking pussy. Her light pubic hair was matted with cum, her pussy was glistening with it and smell of sex was overpowering.

My cock pounded inside its constraint.

“My pussy is just soaking with Ted’s cum,” she told me.

“Mmm. I see that,” I replied.

“Taste it,” she said quickly.

“What?!”

“Taste it. Taste him, taste me.”

"I’m not going to taste another man’s cum!”

“I bet you’ll love it. His cum mixed with mine. I came four times tonight. C’mon, lick my pussy… You’ll love it.”

My cock was pulsing. To be honest, if I had cum already, I would never have even thought of tasting Ted’s cum in my wife’s hot pussy, but I was so horny right now that I was certainly beginning to consider it.”

“Aww, Amy... Really?”

“I think you want to. I think you’re just afraid of loving it,” she said, her voice dropping to a stage whisper. A naughty, sexy stage whisper.

“You want it, Brent, you want to taste the cum that came from the cock that was just in your wife. The cock that made me cum and cum and cum!” she said, inching her cum smeared pussy closer and closer to my face.

“You do, don’t you," she whispered in excitement. “You want to taste my cum mixed with the cum from that big cock…” she whispered as she put her hand on the back of my head.

“C’mon Brent,” she said continued in her sexy stage whisper as she pulled my head toward her pussy. “Come on and lick my freshly fucked cunt.”

The oppressive odor of Ted’s cum smeared into her pubic hair, only inches from my nose that had first repulsed me now made me even more horny and I wanted very much to taste it. I was excited by the idea of licking some other man’s cum off of my wife’s swollen, slimy pussy.

I reached behind Amy, and taking her ass in both hands I pulled her toward me, and allowed her to push my face into her smelly, swollen cum covered pussy.

“MMmmm…” I moaned in excitement as I opened my mouth and used my lips and tongue to pull thick wads of Ted’s cum from Amy’s soft light pubic hair into my mouth and swallowed. My cock throbbed in the cock-cage. The cage, I was sure, was about to break with the pressure my throbbing cock was putting on it.

“Oh fuck, BRENT! … Yes! Lick my pussy!! Lick me! Eat his cum!!” she coaxed me, pulling on my head, pressing my face into her sloppy slick wetness.

The excited dirty talk from my reserved wife was a major departure from her normal reserved behavior and I loved it. I loved her raunchy talk. I loved how she was pulling my face to her pussy. She was near manic in her sexual excitement. Her moans, her actions, her words, were all new and had me completely engrossed along with her in obsessive passion.

“Kiss it! Kiss my pussy”, she told me, “Kiss it better. It is so wonderfully sore from the hard pounding that Ted gave me tonight! Oh fuck, YES!!”

Her pussy was delicious. I licked and sucked on her pubic hair and took long low licks with the flat of my tongue across her hooded clit. Ted’s cum tasted sharp and felt stringy in my mouth. It pooled on my tongue and stuck to my teeth and I loved it. Amy’s scent mixed with the pungent stench of Ted’s semen on her pussy was exciting me further and I was nearly bursting out of the cock cage Amy bound me in.

“Ohhh fuck! That is hot! You are fuckin’ sick Brent…Mmmm!” Amy said, as she continued to hold her panties out of my way with one hand and pulling my face to her crotch with the other.

Amy pushed her pussy forward and opened her legs further to grant me as much access as our position would allow. I reached my tongue as far into her pussy, but with her standing position I was not able to lick inside her at all.

Amy moved her hands to my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed, then lowered and removed her panties before coming onto the bed with me.

“Do you like my pussy all covered in someone else’s cum Brent?”

“Mmm, Yes. I do!”

“Do you like how he tastes on my pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really? Mmm, good. There is cum inside my pussy, I feel it,” she said. “Lay down, I’m going to let you have some more…”

I laid down on the bed and Amy positioned herself over me.

“I came four times on Ted’s big cock, and he came three times. He pulled out the last time because I wanted him to cum on my pussy for you. The other two times he came inside me. Deep, deep inside me. It was wonderful!” she said. “Now, I want to give you the cum inside me.”

Amy repositioned herself so that she was on her knees still overtop of me. I noticed that her ass was bright pink. There were lines of red and white on it on the pinkness of her ass.

"Did Ted spank your ass?!”

“Um, yeah,” she said. “He spanked me then gave me his belt a few times,” she said without any more comment.

“Did you like it?” I asked, my cock throbbing in constrained excitement.

“I’m not sure… It made me crazy horny though!” she said without reservation. “Do you know what else that I just found out makes me crazy horny?”

“No. What?”

“You licking someone else’s cum from my pussy!”

Saying this, she began to lower herself down, dropping her wetness toward my face. Since she was straddling me, as her pussy came down, her lips spread slightly and a dollop of Ted’s cum leaked out of her and landed on my cheek.

"Mmmm,” I murmured, and reached up to pull her now leaking pussy onto my face. I licked across and then into her heated gaping pussy.

“Oh, fuck, YES!... Lick me!” Amy started to ride my face. Her clit was resting on my chin and my nose was almost in the crack of her ass. I lapped deep into her oozing wet slit and was rewarded with more of Ted’s cum mixed with Amy’s juices. It tasted sour, salty, and pungent, and it was the most delicious thing I could imagine. My cock struggled to escape its torturous prison.

“Mmmm, you taste fantastic!” I told her and was rewarded with a moan of appreciation and the feeling of her pushing her pussy harder against my face.

I continued to lick the inside and outside of Amy’s pussy to her appreciative moans and eager gyrations.

“MMmmm, fuck that feels good!” she spoke more to herself than to me.

Engaged as I was in the nasty, raunchy lust that we were sharing I still couldn’t miss the fact that Amy was now fondling my cock and balls. I felt her hands on the cage and then a glorious sense of freedom as she opened the cage.

“Ahhh..” I moaned.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Uh, huh…”

“I bet it does!” you were bulging out of that thing everywhere.”

“One more treat?” Amy asked as she rose on her knees, pulling her pussy away from my face.

“What do you mean?” I asked

“Did you like sucking Ted’s cum from my pussy?”

“I love it.”

"What about this?” she asked as she lowered herself down and pressed her crotch against my face again. It took me a minute to realize it wasn’t her pussy she was working to press against my mouth but her ass. I smelled and tasted a cherry flavour, obviously a lubricant.

“MMmmm!!” I moaned aloud. “He came in your ass!”

“Mmm-hmm,” she answered.

“Let me have it!” I told her and pulled her down onto my face. I licked her ass as she moaned in appreciation and pushed her ass hard against me. I licked across her ass and probed it with the tip of my tongue. The Amy from a year ago would have freaked and berated me as being ‘sick’ for licking her ass, today she was enjoying it. Immensely.

She pressed against me as I probed her tight ring with my tongue. As I touched the tip against it she pressed against me with a guttural groan, “Aahhgg…”

I followed the obvious lead and opened her asshole with my tongue.

“Fuck, YEAH!” she spoke, then leaned down and ravenously took my cock in her mouth.

She sucked on my cock like I never remembered her doing. A year ago, she would almost never suck my cock, she seemed pretty much repulsed by the idea. Tonight, she swallowed it longingly, she ravenously sucked, licked and slobbered all over my cock like the total slut she had become.

I pressed my tongue harder against her ass. She moaned in appreciation and attacked my cock with an even greater intensity. As pressed my togue into her ass, I spread her ass cheeks to get further penetration.

“AAAGGHHH!” she groaned with my cock in her mouth.

I tasted more than cherry now, it was a saltiness of cum that I had just learned to appreciate.

"I taste his cum in your ass!” I told her.

That made her even more energized and she pressed her ass even harder against my face.

“Mmmm!” she uttered, lost in lust.

I had been horny way too long and this was way too erotic for me to endure. I could feel the cum rising from my balls. She sensed the tension building in my body as I approached orgasm.

“Mmhmm, Mmhmm,” she said giving her sloppiest nasty action on my cock as she nursed me steadily toward orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum!” I cried out.

“Mmm-hmmmm” she replied sucking hard on my cock as it exploded and blasted my cum into her mouth. Again and again my cock pulsed, shooting more and more cum into her eager mouth. She stopped sucking and just held my pulsing cock between her lips and swallowed the cum that I fed her.

As I came, I shoved my tongue deep into her ass. I was lost in the nasty, dirty, raunchy moment tasting her lover's cum and her ass on my tongue as I came in her eager mouth. I pressed my face into her ass throughout the seconds (Minutes?) of my orgasm. I finally relaxed as my cock subsided it’s pulsing and I allowing my head to fall back onto the bed.

“Aahhhhhh” I moaned in pleasure as Amy rolled off of me and turned to lay beside me.

"Brent, that was so, so hot. You are a sick, dirty perv, you know that?”

“Uh, huh. I know that,” I told her.

“I think I am too,” she replied and kissed my forehead. “I bet that if I hadn’t already been so royally fucked tonight, you might have made me cum from licking me.”

“Mmm… want me to try some more?” I asked as I started to stroke my shrinking cock.

"Um, no. I don’t think so. I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight, and I know that I certainly have,” she replied as she placed the cock cage on my belly. “You need to put this back on now.”

“Aww,” I whined. “Really?”

"Yes, really. Once you have the cock cage on, maybe we can talk about you watching us the next time Ted fucks me. Do you want to watch me really get fucked?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want to see me get fucked hard and long? Do you want to see me cum and cum on a really big cock?”

“Mmm, Yes!”

“Then put your cage on like a good boy," she told me.

So I did.