“Here is the situation, Jonny,” Elena began as her husband sat down after handing us our drinks. “You used our credit card to get cash to gamble and you lost. Again! I am not going to bail you out this time.”

His name was Jonathan Charles and he hated being called Jonny. He thought of himself as Giancarlo and looked and acted the part of the Italian playboy. Having a wife with the look and style of a model on his arm reinforced his ego.

Adding to his annoyance was having this topic discussed in front of my wife and me, their next-door neighbors. Bonnie had told me we were invited over for game night, but I had no idea just what games were to be played.

Pausing just long enough for her husband to start to speak, Elena interrupted and continued. “These,” she produced a large envelope and slapped it onto the coffee table, “are divorce papers. Phil will serve them to you and that will be that.” That was news to me, but I nodded as if I knew what I was supposed to do.

Jon’s eyes went between them and the dark face of his wife. Bonnie winked at me when I shot her a puzzled glance.

“Unless…,” Elena grabbed his attention, “you agree to do whatever I tell you to do—from now on.”

“Sei tutto per me, cara mia,” he tried to charm her. “I’m sorry, it will never happen again.”

“You can forget the Italian nonsense,” she snarled. “No more chances. Here’s how this is going to go. When I give you an order, you will do it. Your only option is to say, ‘I quit,’ in which case, Phil will perform his assigned task and we’re done. If you complain or hesitate, you will get a strike. Three strikes and you’re out.”

She gulped down the rest of her drink as she let her words sink in. Jon knew he was in trouble and was trying to figure out how to get out of it. Bonnie and I tried not to look too happy about the situation, given how serious his wife looked.

“Take all your clothes off,” Elena ordered, loudly setting down her empty glass.

“What?” Jon exclaimed, looking between her implacable face and ours.

“Strike one!” she announced. “I’m not going to repeat myself.”

Not seeing an alternative, he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“You have thirty seconds to be naked,” she spurred him into action. He kicked his shoes off and got to his feet, almost popping buttons as he tore off his shirt then yanked pants and underwear down.

Bonnie’s eyes grew large. Having seen him naked in the locker room at the club, I knew his physique matched his persona. The substantial salami that dangled between his legs no doubt contributed to his bravado. I didn’t yet understand her uncertain expression.

“Refresh our drinks,” his wife commanded. “Make yours a double on the rocks. You’re going to need it. And put your clothes away. You won’t be needing them.”

He scurried off to perform his tasks. When he was out of the room, Bonnie and Elena shared a giggle. It was dawning on me that my wife had expected and maybe even helped arrange this event.

When we were dressing earlier, she had insisted I put on thong underwear and she wore a sexy bra, panties, and stockings set under her dress. I hadn’t thought much of it.

Serious again when he returned with the beverages, Elena instructed her husband, “Chug yours down and remain standing.” I was sure he needed that drink. “Our neighbors have brought a present for you.”

My wife pulled out a small box and opened it, dumping several pieces onto the envelope on the coffee table. I recognized it immediately since we had used our own from time to time. It took Jon a little longer, but his expression of shock and dismay showed he had figured it out.

It was a chastity cage!

“Since she has some experience with this kind of device, Bonnie has kindly offered to install it, to ensure a proper fit. Hands behind your back!” Her words revealed the fact that I had been locked up on occasion, but Jon was in no position to gloat.

“If you would please,” she addressed my wife.

Bonnie rose and knelt in front of him. With her fingers, she assessed his size and position. Two cocks were inflating as she worked, but his was going to be more problematic.

Elena watched closely as my wife selected the base ring parts that she judged could accommodate him. He winced as she fit them behind his balls and around the base of his cock; I winced in sympathy, recalling the first time we had used one.

All our eyes fixed on the cage as she held it next to his penis. “How will you get that on?” Elena wondered aloud.

“You’ll be surprised,” Bonnie grinned. “Based on your description, I got a larger one than we use.” I know she wasn’t trying to insult me and there was no denying his dick was bigger than mine. Picking up his glass which contained only ice cubes, she bent the head of his penis into it, stirring it around.

Jon stifled a groan of protest, but his wife was too fascinated to register it. It did not take long for the cold dampness to have its effect. With two female smiles and two male grimaces, his contracting flesh was squished into the enclosure and the lock snapped into place.

Bonnie stood and, with a bit of ceremony, fastened the gold chain with the key around Elena’s neck.

“That’s how you’ll stay until you have repaid every cent,” his wife explained. “At least until then,” she added. “I’ll have to decide if or when your behavior justifies letting you out.”

Jon looked bleak at that prospect. The fact that he had used their credit card to try to win back what he had lost suggested he had no other resources available. Her threatening divorce meant she couldn’t easily cover it. When Bonnie found out about their situation, she hatched the plan to make one of my fantasies come true.

Unlike Elena and Jon, Bonnie and I kept our finances separate. We pooled assets for joint expenditures but spent our own money for other things. She couldn’t resent my country club membership; nor I, her red convertible. When she bought me the hot new driver or I got her those shoes she thought were ridiculously expensive, it meant more as a gift.

It had cost me a lot to make her gang-bang fantasy come true and I hadn’t intended for her to know how much. She shrieked at the amount when she inadvertently opened the letter from my fraternity acknowledging my gift, which was a major part of making it happen. I didn’t tell her the total was even higher because of other expenses, but we both agreed it was worth it.

When she heard from his wife what Jon had done and realized a similar amount could help them out, she made a proposal. The women conspired to teach him a lesson and either get him under control or get rid of him. Bonnie convinced Elena that fulfilling my fantasy would help her achieve her own objectives.

With casually perfect, raven hair and dark, piercing eyes, Elena had the seductive, mysterious look of a member of the Greek underground in a war movie. Sexy while insulting you for finding her so, you had to wait for the final act to find out if she’d fuck you or betray you.

She loved displaying her flawless tanned skin as she did her yoga poses in their backyard; a few square inches of designer fabric was all that kept her from being completely nude. Both Bonnie and I had discussed what we might do, together or separately, with that lithe body. I confess I pulled a muscle once while pulling my muscle in a position that would fit with hers.

Physically, Jon was hot enough to make Bonnie willing to disregard his narcissism. In her imagination, he was suave and considerate instead of pretentious and crass. Considering the golf bets he had reneged on, I got off not only thinking about what I would do with his wife, but also on the idea of cuckolding him, either secretly or in front of him.

Our fabrications kept our sex life fresh despite their impossibility. Yet there we were, with him naked and locked up. Elena looked as luscious as ever in her goldenrod runway dress that plunged almost to her navel while showing most of her shapely legs. Her ample breasts were perky and firm so she never wore a bra, making us leer in the hope of a nip-slip.

My wife did her best to compete with the younger, chicer woman. Blonde and fair, taller and buxomer, her more modest neckline still served up her generous cleavage. Her dress matched her crystal blue eyes and the skirt was slit to the tops of her translucent black stockings.

The only sexy garment I wore was the banana hammock that Bonnie had requested, which was cradling my genitals, restive in the presence of these two women and anticipating what might happen.

“You have Bonnie to thank for this opportunity to recover from your mistakes and fix our marriage going forward,” Elena continued. “Today, we’re going to show her our appreciation. Not only do I expect to hear no complaints from you, I want to see some effort. I’ll be the judge of whether or not you are satisfactory.”

“Yes, dear,” he said meekly, unable to meet her stare. “Thank you, Bonnie.”

“Why don’t you undress and let him show that he means it,” she said to my wife, who grinned, apparently knowing what to expect. Standing with her back to me, she had me unzip her dress. When she stepped out of it and turned to lay it over a chair, I could see the damp spot darkening her lacy panties. She shed those as well as her bra, keeping her stockings.

Elena stepped over and hefted Bonnie’s boobs. “Sometimes I wish I had your tits,” she sighed.

Jon stared at my wife, squirming uncomfortably as the view tried to make his organ inflate.

“Lay there. You’re going to lick her asshole,” she said, directing her husband to the floor in front of the chair Bonnie had occupied.

Surprised, he hesitated long enough that I thought he would earn a strike, but when he understood, he hurried into position. My wife stood over him, her back to the chair, then slowly lowered herself over him.

“Stick out that tongue. I want it in her butt. You don’t deserve to taste her pussy,” she ordered.

Momentarily jealous of the view he was getting, I recalled enjoying it myself on many occasions. I loved the feel of her soft cheeks on my face as my nose nestled in her crack and my tongue sought her pucker.

Bonnie’s sigh told me she had landed, her elbows on the seat of the chair easing her squat. She leaned back somewhat, which rotated her cooch out of reach of his tongue, especially with his head pinned to the floor.

Enthralled by her bush, which I suspect she had trimmed, and glistening lips, opened by her bent and spread legs, I missed the rustling behind me as Elena removed her dress. Despite my having seen ninety-eight percent of her body on other occasions, it was still a shock when she stepped—naked—into view.

Her vulva, like the rest of her body, was as smooth and bronze as a statue. Where my wife jiggled as she walked, Elena flowed. She paused as she moved past me. I’m sure her laugh was because of my open-mouthed, stunned expression. “You can undress if you like,” she cooed.

As my fingers flew over my buttons, I saw her objective. First standing, then squatting, then kneeling over her husband, she bent her face to my wife’s crotch. Bonnie smiled broadly at me; she was getting one of her fantasies as well.

Elena started tentatively but showed she knew her way around a woman. She was soon eliciting moans and sighs that drowned out the muffled grunts and gasps of her husband. The poor guy was buried under two hot bodies but was denied his normal ability to relish it.

My throbbing cock stretched the thong, which was the only thing I still had on. Although she was transported by the duplex oral attention, Bonnie looked at Elena’s butt and fluttered her eyebrows at me. Slapping my palm to my forehead, I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t jumped at the chance to see the ass I had lusted after for so long.

Moving behind her, I saw those firm spheres like two perfectly browned dinner rolls swaying back and forth, tempting me to taste their warm softness. Her thighs parted as she knelt astride her husband, opening her folds to view. My hand found my cock without me telling it to, stoking my ardor as I calculated how to invite myself in.

“Suck my clit!” Bonnie gasped. Elena had slipped some fingers in her opening while her mouth worked. Presumably, Jon kept doing whatever he was supposed to do. I recognized the rising pitch and volume of my wife’s moans and knew it wouldn’t be long. Her veiled eyes met mine and I shared the moments as her body writhed with pleasure. Her song of ecstasy made me tingle even though I had not directly caused it.

Elena slowed and withdrew her fingers, sucking them with satisfaction. “I guess you get a taste anyhow,” she teased her husband. My wife’s juices ran down to where he licked. “I’m so turned on, it’s too bad you’re no help.” I could see his body buck in frustration underneath her.

“Do you think Bonnie would let me use her husband?” she asked, pretending not to know the answer. An anguished grunt exploded from below. “That’s strike two!” she admonished him.

“I think Phil would be happy to oblige,” my wife chuckled.

Not waiting for a written invitation, I knelt behind her and squeezed her firm globes. My fingers found her wet with excitement and I bent to slurp her savory musk. The way she squirmed under my touch showed she was ready. Dampening my cockhead with her flowing nectar, I spread it around her smooth flesh before pressing to her entrance.

Our neighbors were roughly half our age, but it was more her trim, petite stature that fueled my expectations. Her cunt was as snug as I imagined, and as hot and slick. Grabbing her hips, I drove inward and she leaned back to take me. Bonnie got up, revealing Jon’s unhappy face as his wife looked down at him.

“Just because you are being punished doesn’t mean I should suffer,” Elena told him. I began fucking her with slow, deep strokes. Her chest rested on his, so he felt my impacts through her firm body. As she rocked, I picked up speed.

“He’s very good,” she purred, ostensibly to Bonnie who had moved beside me, but the words certainly burned Jon’s ears. My wife solicited a deep kiss; recognizing another woman’s flavor, she sought more from my face. Elena’s words spurred me to greater intensity while they increased her husband’s humiliation.  All three of us believed he needed to be taken down a peg.

“Easy,” she groaned. I was struggling to control my excitement. “That’s so deep. Take it slow.” Only later did it occur to me that she was exaggerating to make her point to Jon, trapped under her, hearing and feeling her responses up close. But they also had the effect of encouraging me, and I wasn’t overacting. As I implemented my dream, our sounds became nonverbal.

Our neighbor’s smaller ass and spread athletic thighs let me utilize all the length I had. The excitement that had maximized my dimensions also inspired the rigidity and stamina of years past. The slap of our bodies and my grunts of delight were echoed and amplified by her moans of passion.

Some fingers grazed my balls as they strummed her folds; they turned out to be Bonnie’s. “Perfect!” Elena gasped, “Faster now.” Whoever she meant, we all accelerated and soon she was ready to launch. “I’m gonna cum!” she squealed.

When I felt her cunt clench, I was fully prepared to blast my load deep inside her but I was shocked by a well-lubed finger breaching my backdoor. That familiar digit had visited there on many occasions and was usually welcome but, at that moment, it was an unexpected distraction and yanked me back from the peak. My hips kept thrusting, drumming that muscular ass with my belly through her climax.

As she slowed, I knew I needed only a little more to reach my goal and I looked at my wife and whimpered, “What…?” As if in answer, she extracted her finger while using her right hand to pull my cock out!

Before I could scream, she wrapped her left hand around my shaft. The finger wasn’t the only part that was slippery. At some point, while I was focused on Elena, she had managed to load her palm with lube. Quickly coating my rod, she pressed the tip against the upper opening.

“Oh, yeah!” Elena’s voice was husky in orgasmic bliss. “Fuck my asshole!”

Of course, my beautiful wife knew that was also part of my fantasy. As unlikely as everything had been so far, I never expected to get to that event. My wife shoved my ass to tell me to go for it. And I did!

Jon was certainly striking out as he thrashed beneath his wife, but her mouth smothered his objections. With lips and a deep tongue, she tried to show him she loved him and was doing this to save their marriage.

The lube proved this was part of their plan. If my brain had been functioning, I would have tried to be more considerate, but all I could do was follow directions. Once I had wormed my way inside, it was all I could do to stay there. When I relaxed at all, her tight grip tried to expel me, making me drill back in.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted on each cycle. It did not last long because I had not strayed far from the edge. By the time she ended with, “Yes, cum in my ass!” my balls were already pumping.

Bonnie had one hand on my butt and the other under Elena’s pussy, guiding us and sharing the experience. My hands were on that amazing ass as hot lava gushed from deep inside me. Her grasp on my pole was as tight as Jon’s chastity device—okay, not that tight and a lot more pleasant.

We collapsed forward onto him. My detonation had been less than a minute after hers, so we shared our euphoria. He was likely torn between the delicious feeling of his wife’s sweaty body against his and the knowledge of what had happened. For her part, Bonnie bent to kiss me, beaming with pride how she had pulled this off.

When Elena started to stir, I extracted myself from her butt and got up off her. Neither Bonnie nor I could resist stroking that prize ass.

After a few minutes, Elena knelt up and looked down at her forlorn spouse. “Well, Jonny, I think we may have adequately thanked our generous neighbors—for the time being.” She paused to let the last sink in. “But you haven’t done anything for me, have you?”

She flicked his cage making him whimper, the rigid enclosure constraining his overstimulated tender flesh. “That is out of the question for now,” she mused. “You did a good job on Bonnie earlier. Maybe you should do the same for me!”

As his wife rose and squatted to take the position Bonnie had occupied, he raised his hands defensively when it dawned on him what that meant. Not giving him time to object, she sat her butthole, full of my semen, onto his mouth, trapping his hands under her buns. She squirmed as he went to work, knowing his fate was sealed. My wife and I embraced watching that beautiful body undulate. Her spread legs revealed the only untanned part of her body, the paler skin flushed pink and glistening from our workout.

“Go wash your penis,” Bonnie whispered. I ducked into the bathroom for a minute, returning to find her repaying the favor to Elena. On hands and knees over Jon, she lapped at the spread hairless cooch. As she did, she wiggled her full sweet ass and I didn’t need a manual to know what she wanted.

The sight of my fantasy neighbor, eyes closed as she tilted her head back, surrendering to the two tongues, her sweet boobs bobbing, inspired a second wind in my genitals—not that Bonnie’s bountiful backside needed much help resurrecting me.

Her getting a better taste of Elena plus all that had transpired was enough to have her dripping as I pushed into her channel. Although I was technically screwing my wife, my eyes were fixed on the dancing body of my dreams, and I felt like I was fucking her. My impacts transmitted ripples via Bonnie’s soft body into that picture-perfect pussy.

“You’re making me cum again,” Elena growled, and I took the compliment as much as my wife did. I’m sure her husband’s tongue helped as she gyrated her ass on his face while she moaned through her ecstasy.

Gently lifting Bonnie’s head, Elena knelt forward, scrolling her slippery slit onto Jon’s lips. “See if you can lick my clit as good as she did,” she challenged. With surprising enthusiasm, he began his new task, perhaps hoping her taste would flush mine from his mouth.

Balls deep in the woman that had made this all possible, I was not ready to leave the field. Like a fine-tuned machine, we worked together, alternating rapid bursts with slow deep grinding. Our neighbors likely were in familiar territory as well, as Jon’s freed hands tugged her nipples while he chewed her snatch.

My wife’s overstimulated state had her ready to go; I knew her climax would be enough to send me over. Seizing her hips, I bounced against her with the sustained intensity of a younger man. In unison, we sighed a staccato crescendo of ohs followed by a largo diminuendo.

When the orgasmic haze lifted, we realized the ludicrousness of our position—perched over poor Jon—so we found the nearest spot on the floor to lie and entwine. His noisy slurping was driving his wife to one more reward. Bonnie whispered that we should use their distraction to slip back into our clothes.

We stood to leave as Elena was coming down from her rapture. Gazing up at the crotch he had been eating, Jon looked as happy as he had all night. Bonnie bent to kiss her on the cheek in farewell, pausing out of his sight to mime opening and reading a book. In response, our neighbor looked quizzical for a moment, then nodded in understanding; my wife gave her a thumbs-up of encouragement.

“Before agreeing to this,” she explained when we got home, “I had her read a book on wife-led marriages. I really think that’s what he needs and what she should do. When we left, given all the hormones we released, I wanted to be sure she didn’t forget. The last thing she should do right now is release him and let him conclude this was a one-time thing. He needs to consider what he went through today, how he got to this point, and how things are going to be different from now on.”

Bonnie and I had played with chastity a few times, but we always knew it was just for fun, even when it lasted for a month. For them, it needed to be an educational tool, not a toy.

So it was that my wife made one of my fantasies a reality. I admit that I wished that Jon would screw up so he would need more lessons, but he actually became a changed man. Friends who knew nothing about that day commented that he had become nicer and more responsible. In the locker room, he changed quickly and no longer paraded around naked. I resisted the temptation to try to see if he was wearing the cage.

Bonnie and I were both happy that they didn’t get divorced and move away. Since he’s not such a jerk anymore, she imagines sneaking over to unlock him when his wife is out shopping. We continue to enjoy watching Elena in their backyard—even more, now that our memories can edit out her tiny bikinis as realistically as any Hollywood special effects department.