***

The ride in Amanda's SUV to the downtown Savoy Hotel was not what Sy had prepared for. He had imagined his wife, Amanda, and her boss, Glenn, sitting close together in the backseat while he drove. He would have had to endure the sounds of their kissing and occasional glimpses of them in the rearview mirror. As with everything else about sharing his wife, he had anticipated it with awful stirrings of excitement, dread, and even anger. But that's not what happened.

Instead, Amanda sat quietly and alone in the front seat, hands in her lap, while Glenn and Tiffany sat in the back seat. The mood in the car was solemn and quiet. They appeared to be two, conservative, well-dressed married couples out for a night on the town. That was only partly true.

The sudden insertion of Amanda's office rival, Brenda, into Amanda's and Glenn's overnight lover's tryst had disrupted their plans. If it wasn't for Brenda's unexpected and unwelcome presence at the hotel ballroom, Mandy and Glenn would have gone on their date alone while Sy and Tiffany stayed at their respective homes.

Tiffany broke the uneasy silence. She was blase about Brenda's sudden appearance.

"Don't be so nervous about Brenda, you two," Tiffany said from the backseat. "It's just a little cat-and-mouse game and it'll be fun. Sy, I'll re-introduce you to Brenda and I want you to dance with her. She's going to pry. Let her pick your brain but play it cool. Tease her but don't give her any real information. Mandy, don't you be cool toward Brenda. Be happy to see her but don't tell her anything. Let's have some fun with this, guys!"

***

The hotel dining room was full but they were seated at their reserved table without delay. Husbands and wives were seated across from each other at a white-linen covered table. Tiffany was seated to Sy's right and Glenn to his left. Mandy sat across from Sy but it was obvious that Mandy's attention was directed toward Glenn and not toward him. She leaned into her lover and giggled. The two conversed intimately against the murmuring background noises of the other diners. Sy could only stare at his wife and her lover, but Mandy seemed to have forgotten her husband was there.

"Brenda and her new boyfriend are at a table behind Amanda, nearly across the room," said Glenn. Tiffany and Amanda immediately turned to look. Sy groaned inside.

How about a little subtlety, girls? he thought.

Sy watched from across the table while Glenn and Mandy made eyes at each other and held hands under the table. They put their heads together to whisper and giggle. This public spectacle incited in Sy a cauldron of jealousy and anxiety. His face burned and his heart raced as he struggled to maintain his composure.

This has the potential to get out of control! he thought.

His anxiety went up another notch when he realized Brenda would certainly discover his wife's infidelity with their boss. How could she not, the way those two were acting? The thought made his penis swell against the steel bars but at least the infernal cage could not be detected under his slacks.

During dinner, Sy felt pressure on his foot and realized Tiffany was pressing her foot into his. He turned toward her and she looked back at him with a polite but enigmatic smile. He felt her stockinged foot play under his trouser cuff. That was unexpected!

"Sy, are you ignoring me?" Tiffany said. "You know I don't like being ignored. Leave the love birds alone. This is their night, not yours."

Tiffany saw the anxiety on Sy's face and her smile broadened. She reached for his hand under the tablecloth to pull him closer.

"It'll just be you and me tonight, Sy. I've got something at home to show you I think you're going to like."

"Am I staying at your house?" he whispered, jumping to conclusions. He instantly regretted saying it.

"Well, no. Not unless you want to. What are you suggesting, Sy?" Tiffany asked, and she raised an eyebrow. She leaned in closer and whispered, "Isn't your cock locked up? It can't do you any good."

Her words rattled Sy. The constant pressure of his penis against the cage had turned his brain to mush. The cage had simultaneously whipped him into a froth and rendered him meek as a kitten.

"I'm sorry, Tiffany. I'm not suggesting anything."

Sy blushed and looked away. His penis was locked tight, very tight. The physical frustration of being unable to grow and get hard had never gone away, nor abated. When he moved, the weight and bulk of the chastity cage was a constant reminder of his predicament. His mind felt like a car stuck in neutral with the engine racing.

The diabolical device kept him in a near-constant state of arousal. A devilish brew of sensations had seized his brain since this morning when Mandy had locked the cage. All day long, his incipient erections had been frustrated by the unyielding steel bars. Now, watching his wife and her boss flirt with each other, he could barely think at all. He felt uncomfortably close to the edge of craziness.

"Shall we order dessert?" Glenn said, and it brought Sy back into the moment. He had somehow managed to finish the main course while his mind had been everywhere but on eating. All through dinner, Sy had watched Glenn and his wife retreat into their private world. For the first time, he had witnessed for himself their sexual chemistry.

Would Brenda see it, too? Of course, she would! Then what?

With dessert ordered, Tiffany excused herself to the restroom and signaled for Amanda to follow. They reached the sanctity of the women's room and found it empty. They were free to talk.

"Are you excited?" Tiffany asked. "You've got all night with Glenn." Amanda's face glowed and her pupils were dilated. Tiffany smiled.

Mandy was so easy to read!

"Yes! Thank you for giving me another night with your husband. I'm really looking forward to it," Amanda gushed.

"You're going to need this," Tiffany said, handing Amanda a small brown envelope. "It's the key to Glenn's chastity cage. Put it in your purse and don't lose it."

"Is Glenn locked up, too?" Amanda asked, surprised.

Amanda took the key and Tiffany proffered her a special smile. "I've kept him locked all week so he'd be extra-horny for you. You can thank me later when you tell me all about it."

***

With the ladies gone, Glenn turned to Sy and said, "Fun, eh? Are you as turned on as I am? I can hardly wait to get your wife upstairs! But the ladies are going to want to dance first. Tiff has had me locked all week and I'm about ready to burst. I hope Mandy's ready for me. You know what she wants to do first, don't you?"

Sy was stunned. He felt a hot, burning sensation in his face that swept outward into his arms and legs but especially to his swollen, locked-up penis. He felt a bubble expand in his chest, and a wild ringing in his brain made it impossible to think. He wasn't breathing hard but he couldn't catch his breath. He could barely move his mouth to speak; in fact, he could barely move at all.

Sy knew what Glenn was referring to. Amanda had promised Glenn a long session of fellatio. Because of Sy's meddling last week during their first date, Mandy had not had time to perform the act for Glenn. This week, she had all night. She was going to swallow Glenn's semen, too, something Tiffany had told her that Glenn loved.

It took years before she did that for me, Sy thought.

***

The music started and couples began moving onto the dance floor. When Amanda rose to stand, Sy finally had the presence of mind to appreciate how beautifully his wife was dressed. She was gorgeous. Her long raven hair was done up, leaving her graceful neck exposed. Dangling jade earrings framed her face and she had applied only light makeup. She looked fresh and natural with the poise of a confident young woman.

For the first time, Sy got a good look at her dress. It was a shiny, dark-green, sleeveless shimmy dress, ideal for dancing. There were layers of fringe around the bust, waist, and hem in the style of a flapper-girl from the 1920s. It was short enough to show off her legs but long enough to be modest. Sy noticed other men watching Mandy as he escorted her onto the dance floor.

Sy and Amanda began dancing and Sy said, "You look terrific, Mandy. I'm insanely jealous but I'm keeping it under control. I want you to have a good time with Glenn."

What he said was true. He wanted Mandy to know how he felt so she wouldn't have second thoughts. He had taken took a silent vow to not ruin her night like he had done last week, no matter how difficult it might be for him.

"Mandy, is this dress new? Are the earrings? Did you buy them especially for tonight?" he asked.

"Yes, but Glenn got them for me. He said he wanted to see me dancing and moving around in this dress. He said it would make my legs look great. And the new earrings match, too. What do you think?" Amanda said, smiling.

It was an innocent answer but Amanda had to know it would strike Sy in his heart. Another man had dressed Mandy for his pleasure and with a mind toward watching her disrobe.

Paradoxically, the thought excited Sy.

"This dress looks fabulous on you. Did you notice those guys looking at you?" he said, indicating a group of men watching her from the bar. They had all turned around to look.

"Yes!" she said. "It makes me feel good. I feel sexy."

"Every one of those guys wants you, you know."

"I know," she giggled. "It makes me so hot."

He looked over his wife's shoulder and saw Glenn and Tiffany dancing nearby. Glenn's eyes were following Amanda. Glenn spoke to Tiffany and she turned her head to catch Sy's eyes. Tiffany wore her mysterious smile and Sy turned away.

Amanda gripped her husband closer and said, "I'm doing this for you, Sy, but I'm also doing it for me. I want it, too. We always work together, Babe. It's always our shared decision."

They danced for another minute in silence and Amanda said, "It's not too late to back out, Sy. We don't have to do this tonight."

"Mandy, I want this. Do you want to back out?"

"No, Sy, I want it just as much as you. Can't you see how excited I am? I'm confident this time and not frightened like last week." Sy saw the eagerness in his wife's eyes. She moved closer and spoke into his ear. "I'm going to give Glenn everything tonight."

"Everything?" He knew what she meant but he wanted to hear her say it again. They were winding each other up.

She leaned in closer again and whispered, "Everything we talked about. I'm going to strip for him and suck his cock. Then I'm going to let him fuck me. Everything he wants." She paused, then continued in a coquettish voice. "Isn't that what you want me to do, Babe? So I can thank him properly?"

Sy's smooth dancing momentarily faltered and he felt lightheaded. He looked into his wife's face and caught the ghost of a smirk.

Two can play this game, Sy thought.

Without hesitation, he leaned into her and growled into her ear, "Mandy, I want you to do everything Glenn says, absolutely everything. I don't want you to say 'no' to him tonight. Tonight he owns you. Every bit of you."

Mandy's breath caught in her throat and a fleeting look of surprise crossed her face. Sy smirked to himself.

They danced in silence and Sy wondered if he'd pushed his wife too far. This was his fantasy, not hers, but she had adopted it as her own. After a moment, her hand reached to pull his head closer and Amanda's lips brushed his ear. She whispered, "I'll do everything he tells me. I promise."

***

Tiffany had watched their dance floor drama and she said to Glenn, "Did you see that? That was a pretty intense exchange they just had."

"What do you think they said?" Glenn asked.

"I think they just gave each other permission. She's all yours, sailor," Tiffany said, and she stepped back from her husband.

Glenn left Tiffany on the dance floor and walked toward Amanda. He tapped Sy on the shoulder and cut in, taking Sy's place.

"Tiffany is right over there waiting for you, Sy," said Glenn. He maneuvered Amanda away and leaned forward, inhaling her scent. "Fantastic, Mandy, you always smell so good. Good enough to eat...which I plan to do."

"Gl-enn!" she replied in a high, sing-song whine.

"Don't play innocent with me, you little minx. I know your filthy mind. I'm going to hold you to those promises you made last week. Remember?"

"I do remember, Glenn," she purred. "Sy just told me I had to do everything you said and I promised him I would. He said you owned me tonight. Are you taking ownership?"

She fluttered her eyelids at Glenn.

"I'm taking full ownership, Mandy. Tonight you're mine and I'm going to use your little body. I'm going to use you hard, little miss." He tightened his grip around her waist.

"I'd like that. Use me hard, Glenn." She felt his fingertips dig into her flesh and she melted into him, not caring who saw her.

***

Sy approached Tiffany and she stepped into his arms. Tiffany let Sy take the lead but somehow she maneuvered him away from his wife. Sy swiveled his head to watch Amanda dance with Glenn. She looked so relaxed in his arms! Her dress slid over her hips and across her legs. It swished in counterpoint to her dancing and hinted at the voluptuous body her lover had just claimed for himself.

Seeing his wife dance with another man only confirmed to Sy how beautiful she was. He saw her in a new light and from a new perspective. She was with her lover and Sy felt a deep yearning for her. It was the same yearning he had known when they were first dating and she was still beyond his reach.

"I'm right here, Sy. You're dancing with me, remember?" Tiffany said. "Mandy's gone for the night. She's with Glenn, now. I just watched you give her away, am I right?"

Her sharp words collapsed the bubble in his chest. I did give her away! What have I done? He tried to quell the panic rising in his throat.

Mandy was close to him on the crowded dance floor, just ten feet away, but she might have been ten miles or ten light-years away. Just like last week, Mandy was again beyond his reach. The sudden realization gut-punched him. Mandy was gone! He squelched his wild panic to speak.

"Of course you're right, Tiffany. I'm such a damn fool."

"Just stop that whining right now, okay?" Tiffany said with a sharp voice. She pushed him back to look up to his face.

"You wanted this and now you've got it, Mister Cuckold. Be happy. Make me happy. Don't forget I'm judging you. You've got fifty cane strokes hanging over your head. If you continue like this, you can take me home right now and we'll get started with them."

"Mandy said no canes," he coldly replied.

"True. But you can ask me for the cane and I'll be happy to give it to you. Give it some thought, Sy. Don't you think you deserve the cane for what you did last week? And for acting like a petulant child tonight?" She smiled up at him and added sweetly, "But only if you ask."

"I'll never ask."

Tiffany's eyes were bright and shiny. "Never say never, Sy. No one knows the future. Could you have known a year ago you'd be watching your wife dance with her lover? The very man who fucked her last week? The very same man who's going to fuck her again tonight?"

Tiffany's words fell on Sy like a physical pummeling. Tiffany was inviting his rebuke but he couldn't say anything because it was all true. His face burned hot. He had brought this upon himself, including the fifty cane strokes.

"Look at them dancing, Sy. Look how she's melted into him, her head on his shoulder. This time when they get upstairs, she won't hesitate. So be happy and make me happy, Sy. Tonight your wife belongs to my husband and you belong to me. They're a couple now so leave them alone. Let's you and me be a couple."

"What about Brenda? She's going to figure this out pretty quick," said Sy.

"Don't you worry about Brenda. Leave her to me," Tiffany said. "Why are you so afraid of me? I'm like any other woman, Sy. Make me happy. You know how to do that. Let's sit down and have another Manhattan. I'll signal Glenn. Dancing is thirsty work."

***

All four were seated when the drinks arrived. It was their third round of the evening and Sy felt the effects of the alcohol. Amanda and Glenn sat close together and held hands under the tablecloth but fooled no one who bothered to look. Sy felt on edge like never before. His penis had been straining against the cage all night and his buzzing brain felt exhausted. His wife was seated across the table but she might have been across an ocean. To Sy's right, under the table, Tiffany had captured his outstretched legs in a scissor hold.

A bartender appeared with four Manhattans and set them on the table. "Good evening folks, good evening Tiffany, Glenn," he said, nodding to each of them.

"Hector, darling, I didn't expect to see you," said Tiffany.

"I pick up extra shifts from time to time. I saw you dancing earlier. When the order came for four Manhattans, I knew it was for you!" he laughed. "They're covering for me back at the bar. It's a busy night."

"Darling, this is Sy and Amanda, the couple I told you about," Tiffany said. Sy stood to shake Hector's hand and noticed his powerful build and a firm handshake. His broad chest and thick midsection put Sy in mind of a fireplug. He was young, in his twenties, and shorter than Sy. He had alertness and quickness of speech that implied intelligence.

"Senor," he said, shaking Sy's hand. Hector then turned his gaze to Amanda, reached for her hand, and brought it to his lips. He kissed her hand and held it for long seconds while he looked into her eyes. "Senora, I am charmed," he said. "I am so pleased finally to meet you." Hector's gaze lingered on Amanda before he turned back to Tiffany.

"Now I must return to work. Buena noches," he said, and he bowed slightly before he turned to walk back to the bar.

"Hector and I have a bit of history," said Tiffany, taking a sip of her Manhattan. "He worked for our yard maintenance company. One day I chatted with him while he fixed a sprinkler. I noticed his good English and his quick mind. He has a degree in history from the Universidad Nacional Autonoma de Mexico, the most prestigious university in Mexico. He told me he was undocumented so I helped him get a green card. It helps to know people. Now, he's a US citizen and the most sought after bartender in the city. He's going to attend graduate school in international studies in Chicago."

Sy took a sip of his Manhattan. It was strong! Had Hector upped the wattage for Tiffany? Probably. Sy saw his wife take a long sip. Her drink was already half gone! She fiddled with the cherry on the stick and Sy recognized her nervousness. She was self-medicating with whiskey. Sy took another sip and Amanda knocked back the rest of her drink in one gulp.

Sy wanted to warn Mandy about over-drinking but with a pang realized he couldn't. He had given his wife to Glenn so now she was Glenn's responsibility for the night. To interfere would ruin the mood they had created. The realization made his chest ache. Glenn was smiling and probably happy Mandy was tipsy for what was to come. The thought caused Sy's penis to ache inside the confines of his private prison.

"That's high proof liquor, right there," Amanda giggled. "Well, the proof's in the liquor." She turned to Glenn, winked, and grasped his hand on top of the table.

At that moment, Brenda appeared at Glenn's side with her boyfriend.

"Brenda!" Amanda squealed. She stood suddenly and gave her office rival a hug.

"Nice to see you, too, Amanda," Brenda said, taken aback. "Here, I'd like you to meet my friend Paul," she said, gesturing to the middle-aged man standing at her side.

"Pleased ta meetcha Paul," Amanda said, taking his hand and pumping it. Then she plopped down in her chair.

After further introductions, Sy learned that Paul owned an over-the-road trucking company. He was a former driver who had shrewdly turned a one-man operation into a going concern. He still occasionally got out of the office to get behind the wheel.

The small orchestra started their second set and the couples returned to the dance floor. This time, Sy was with Brenda and Amanda was with Glenn. Tiffany and Paul were last to go.

"Paul, Brenda is special, you know?" Tiffany said after the others had left.

"I know, she's always surprising me."

"I love her and she's a very dear friend. Now, shall we dance?" Tiffany said, offering him her hand.

***

"Mandy is getting a little tipsy, eh, Sy?" said Brenda as she and Sy danced.

"She's just having a good time," Sy replied. He felt under interrogation and begin to sweat.

Brenda drew Sy's attention to Mandy and Glenn dancing nearby. Mandy's head rested on Glenn's shoulder.

"I've never seen her this way, so silly and distracted. She's such a goody-two-shoes at the office. Just wondering, Sy, and you don't have to tell me. But is she with Glenn tonight? Are you with Tiffany?" Brenda felt Sy stiffen and momentarily falter. She had her answer.

I was right! Brenda thought.

"The boss always calls the shots, Brenda. You and I know both that. My wife is just being a loyal employee."

"She's a very loyal employee, Sy. Very, very loyal. You're a lucky man, Mr. Employee's husband."

It's so obvious! Brenda thought. Amanda will be sleeping with Glenn tonight! Is her husband that clueless? Or is he in on the deal? Could he be with Tiffany? Did they swap?

***

Tiffany and Mandy made one last trip to the lady's room and Sy and Glenn were left alone at the table. When the women were out of earshot, Glenn placed a small black plastic box on the table. It was about the size of a box of dental floss.

"It's a V.A.R., a voice-activated recorder," Glenn said. "I've got two of them with me. Mandy doesn't know and neither does Tiff. I'm going to make an audio recording of Mandy and me tonight, the whole night long. I'll edit it down and send you an audio file in a few days. You're going to love it! You won't have video but audio is almost better by itself. Your imagination will provide the video. You're going to hear Mandy raw and unfiltered, just the way she is when I fuck her. It's almost as good as being there."

Glenn's words went straight to Sy's brain and made him dizzy with lust. Sy sat at the table in stunned silence. When the women returned, he watched Glenn and Amanda walk back onto the dance floor.

Amanda and Glenn were hugging each other close, more swaying in place than dancing. Amanda's head rested on Glenn's chest. After her third drink, she no longer cared if anyone saw her dancing so close to her boss.

A pretty blonde and her partner passed close by. It was Jacqueline, an old friend of Amanda's whom she hadn't seen in many months. Jacqueline took a wide-eyed double-take when she suddenly recognized her married friend, molded and pressed against the tall, older gentleman who most definitely was not her husband.

Jacqueline was about to greet her friend when she realized now was not the time. She was intensely interested to learn with whom Mandy was dancing. And so closely! Jacqueline saw Sy sitting alone at his table. He appeared tired. Did he know what his wife was doing with this man? Did he not see her pressed into him? She made a mental note to meet Mandy next week to find out!

"Will, did you notice the older man dancing with the woman in the green dress?"

"Yeah. Do you know them?" said Will, her dance partner.

"That's my friend Amanda. And that's not her husband she's dancing with. And he's not her father, either, although he's old enough to be. Something is going on here and I'm going to find out what it is."

***

Amanda and Glenn stepped into the elevator car and turned around to face their spouses, who remained outside. Amanda side-hugged Glenn around his waist and wore a silly grin. She waved at Sy as the elevator doors closed. Sy and Tiffany were left standing outside the elevator in the lobby. Sy stared at the elevator that had just taken his wife away. Above the doors, the lighted numbers marked the elevator's ascent.

"Let's go, Sy," Tiffany said. "They're safely tucked in for the night. No bitching, Mr. Romeo, our work here is done. Take me home."

***

They had just pulled onto the freeway when the first text message from Amanda arrived. Sy handed his phone to Tiffany and she looked, then showed it to Sy as he drove. It was a photo of a smiling Amanda in a hotel room wearing her shimmy dress and sticking out her tongue at the camera.

Twenty minutes later, just as they had reached Glenn and Tiffany's driveway, the second text message arrived. It was a picture of her green shimmy dress draped across the back of a chair. Ten minutes later the last photo arrived. It was the same as the second photo but with the addition of her bra and panties lying on top of her dress.

***

Tiffany handed Sy a bottle of water and told him to chug it. "Time to sober up, Sy. We're all dehydrated from the alcohol and dancing. Let's hope the lovers are staying hydrated, too. They're going to need the stamina!" she said, laughing. "Let's go downstairs. I've got something for you to see and I think you're going to like it."

While Sy had waited in the living room she excused herself to change into a mid-calf, long-sleeved, green silk robe with a tie. She was barefoot and probably naked under the robe, Sy thought, judging by the jiggle of her breasts and bottom. She had let down her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.

The thought of Tiffany naked under her robe made Sy's penis strain against the cage again, but the anxiety he had felt at the hotel had been replaced by a rather pleasant and continuous buzz of sexual energy. He was trapped in that frustrating halfway zone. There was no hope of escape because Amanda possessed the only key. He had an emergency key in his suit coat but the penalty for its use was Draconian. Amanda had threatened to keep him locked for months if he used the key for other than a medical emergency.

Downstairs they walked past the kitchen table, scene of his spanking last week, and continued further down a dimly lit hallway. The black walls, ceiling, and thick carpet soaked up the red light that subtly washed the walls. She led him to a locked red door at the end of the hallway.

Tiffany unlocked the door and motioned for Sy to enter ahead of her. He stepped into a small, intimate anteroom. The room felt warm. It was illuminated by a hidden, overhead luminaire that created a circle of red light in the center of the carpet.

This was the transition zone to a hidden fantasy world. They walked further down a dim hallway and Tiffany opened a door. She parted a heavy black curtain and they entered a bedroom. It was a bedroom unlike any Sy had ever seen.

The ceiling was tall, a curved dome painted a rose color. It was bordered all around by a soffit from which red light projected upward, rendering the curved ceiling a featureless red glow. It created an illusion of an infinite warm sky.

Hanging under the soffit were heavy, floor-length, black curtains that soaked up light and sound. They extending all around the room except for the right side. The right side, extending from soffit to floor, was a wall of mirrors.

In the center of the room was a large bed fitted with rose-colored sheets. It was a traditional bedstead with a tubular brass headboard and footboard. A thick comforter was folded at the foot and four pillows were at the head. From the walls and all directions, soft pink light cast onto the bed to illuminate the mattress like a stage.

"Wow! I've never seen anything like this!" he whispered to Tiffany. "What kind of bedroom is this?" The exotic ambiance of the room seemed to require whispering.

"It's quite a room, isn't it? This room has a force all its own. It casts a spell over those who enter. This is a room for special guests who attend parties at our home. Do you think you and Mandy would care to attend a party sometime?"

"Sounds like a sex party, Tiffany."

"That's right, Sy. But it's more than that. It's a chance to make new friends and socialize with other like-minded couples. Like Hector and Andre, or Glenn's boss, Mr. Simmonds. If Mandy and you attended, you'd be on a first-name basis with the CEO of Glenn's company. At least while you're at the party," she added with a little laugh.

"Glenn and I host parties every few months for a group of special friends. Occasionally we invite guests. Everyone brings a special talent. Hector and Andre, for example, are sexual athletes. Hector, whom you've just met, is very well endowed. Perhaps you and Mandy would be interested? We can talk about it later. Now, try the mattress," Tiffany said, gesturing toward the brass bed.

Sy sat on the mattress and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He could see himself clearly in the dim light but the background was black. It made him appear to float in space on pink sheets. Anyone on the bed would be bathed in gentle light and automatically the center of attention. This was a room designed to optimize the sexual experience.

And also as a theater for an audience, Sy thought.

"What do you think, Sy? Notice the overhead lighting? It's very unobtrusive, more like a soft glow. Do you like it? Imagine if you could watch and listen while Mandy and Glenn made passionate love on this bed. Speaking of which..." Tiffany said, consulting her phone. "It's been twenty minutes since Mandy's last picture. Care to guess what your darling wife is doing to my husband, right now?"

"I don't know," Sy said, but he did know. By now, her striptease over, his naked wife would be performing fellatio on Glenn's rigid penis, just as she had promised. He could well imagine the pleasure his wife was giving her boss.

"Come on, Sy, she's sucking my husband's cock, right now as we speak. I'd say anytime now, Glenn is going to pump his semen into your wife's mouth and she's going to swallow it. That's what she told you she was going to do, right? And the timing is perfect. It's happening right now, ten miles away in a hotel room. Imagine it happening right here, with you here to watch. Would you like that, Sy? Is that something you'd like to see...and hear and smell and taste?" Tiffany was reveling in his discomfort and he knew it, but it also greatly excited him.

Tiffany reached behind the curtain and soft music came from everywhere and nowhere. The effect was to further enhance the time-out-of-mind atmosphere of the room.

"Hypno-trance music, electronic and hypnotizing like electronic dance music, but optimized for sex. Feel the subtle beat? Very conducive to sex. Here, let me show you something even better, something very secret.

"Can you keep a secret, Sy? Only a few people know about this and that makes this room even more special. But you must promise never to tell anyone, Sy, not even Mandy. Especially not Mandy, not if you ever want to watch her in here. Can you promise me, Sy?"

"Yes, I promise," he said. He was under the spell of the room. To learn all its secrets seemed irresistible.

They backtracked down the hall to the kitchen, then turned a corner to a dark, blank wall. With a soft click, a slim, hidden door opened to reveal a dark, narrow passageway.

"Okay, Sy, to go any further you'll have to take off your clothes. Anyone who goes in there has to be naked, including me. House rules. It's to keep our noises down and our presence secret."

Sy reluctantly stripped. The dimness provided some cover but his metal cock cage shone like a beacon in the half-light. Tiffany reached for it and hefted it, surprising him and causing his back to stiffen.

"Feels full, Sy. Too bad for us you can't get out of it. Too, too bad," she said with a little laugh. "Oh, and before we lose all our light, this is from Mandy."

She pulled a small envelope from her robe and handed it to him. Inside was a card with a message written in his wife's hand.

***

"My dearest Sy,

Thank you for allowing me another night with Glenn. I want it so much! I will be back in the morning and I'll be yours again. I'm looking forward to that even more than this night!

Trust Tiffany. You have my permission to do whatever she tells you to do. You don't have to take the cane but consider it for your improvement.

Love and kisses, Amanda."

Below her signature, she had kissed the paper and left a lipstick imprint. Sy wondered what those lips were doing, right now.

***

My improvement? Not happening, he thought.

Tiffany motioned him to enter the passageway. She entered behind him and shut the door. Inside it was nearly pitch black with only tiny points of red light along the floor, spaced at meter intervals, to offer guidance.

The passageway was narrow, adequate for one but tight for two.

"Let me by, Sy," she said as she squeezed past. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard on his lips. He could feel her nakedness in the near-total darkness and his hands went automatically to her back. She reached down to grasp his caged penis and lightly squeezed his scrotum. She pushed her breasts against her chest and rubbed them back and forth.

"Oh, it would be so much fun if your cock could get out," she said. The pressure on Sy's penis rose to near intolerable levels. She gave a little laugh and disappeared into the darkness. The thick, black carpet provided silent passage.

This is madness! he thought.

The single line of red lights in the darkness engendered a sense of vertigo and disconnection from reality. Somewhere ahead was Tiffany but Sy could not see her.

His eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness and although the black walls soaked up most of the light, he began to make out faint details. He could see the tiny lights continue ahead but to his right, another passageway beckoned with another line of red pinpoints.

"I'm to your right, Sy," he heard Tiffany say in the darkness. Sy turned right and a few steps later he found Tiffany.

"The bedroom is just on the other side of this low wall, on the other side of these curtains. Look, Sy," whispered Tiffany. She pulled open a slit in the curtains.

Sy found himself looking at the side of the mattress from only a few feet away. From this hidden position, the mattress was bathed in a warm, pink glow. Across the room, the mattress was reflected in the mirror. Sy looked, but the slit, and his face, was invisible in the mirror.

"Sounds from here are muffled in the bedroom and the music hides the rest. Observers wear a black mask and black gloves," she said. "You could stand right here and watch Mandy and Glenn from only a few feet away. She'd never know you were here, even if she looked right at you."

They moved back to the other leg of the passageway and Tiffany pulled open another slit in the curtain.

"We're now standing at the head of the bed, Sy. From here you could look down on Mandy's face. You'd be able to see her facial expressions and hear her most intimate sounds. You'd hear every little gasp and whimper. And you'd be quite invisible."

Sy could hear the rising excitement in her whispers. Tiffany loves this intrigue, he thought.

"And speaking of sounds, this bed has a finely calibrated creak. Every movement of the lovers is there for you to enjoy. It's loud enough to hear but quiet enough to not be annoying. Everyone who has used the bed loves it."

Sy was now aware of something else in the confined space: the piquant and fragrant aroma of an aroused woman. He could feel his own heart beat faster. Until now, he hadn't allowed himself to think of Tiffany's nakedness and her proximity in the darkness. She was standing close enough for him to feel her body heat.

His mind flashed on his wife's instructions. She gave me permission! And right now, Tiffany's husband is fucking my wife!

He turned toward Tiffany, or where he thought she was in the darkness and reached out. There was nothing there.

"Tiff?"

"Sy?" Her voice sounded small and plaintive. It was just to his right at the confluence of the two passageways. He reached again and found her, held her by her shoulders, and pulled her into him. He felt her bare breasts against his chest and reached his face down to kiss her full on the mouth.

"Mmmphfff! Sy! What are you doing?" she cried and she pushed him back. He captured her hands and held them behind her back with one hand, and kneaded her breasts with his other. She was smaller than Mandy and easy to manhandle. She felt good. He leaned down and his mouth found her nipple. He sucked and grazed the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

"Ahhhhhh!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "You fucking beast!"

"Down on your knees, Tiffany," Sy said. He felt a surge of sexual energy course through his body and a sudden desire to force her to his will.

"Are you going to force me, you bastard? You can't fuck me. Your cock is locked up," she spat.

He had let go of her hands but noticed she was making no effort to escape. He felt her hot breath on his caged cock and felt her tongue on his scrotum. She sucked his testicles into her mouth, one at a time, while she lifted his cock-cage to gain better access. He felt her tongue probe between the stainless steel bars to tease his penis.

"You dirty son of a bitch, making me do this dirty, disgusting thing. Fuck you, you bastard!" she hissed.

It occurred to Sy that she was providing him excellent oral sex and he hadn't specifically asked her to do it. Her filthy language in the dark was an amazing aphrodisiac.

"Lick and suck, make it good for me you teasing little whore. Get up under there with your tongue, yeah, just like that, yeah, suck some more, yeah, yeah..."

He kept up his litany of demands while calling her every dirty name that popped into his head. He spread his legs widely and put his hands on her head to guide her. All his frustrations from her teasing and the humiliation she had heaped on him came out in the confined, dark space. He felt free and sexual for the first time in days.

"You're lucky my cock is locked up. If I had a key I'd fuck you into next week. I'd fuck you senseless, you teasing bitch!" he growled. Despite his cage, he felt the stirrings of a nascent orgasm. Was that even possible?

Tiffany stopped sucking his balls and said in a small voice, "I have an extra key."

"What?" Sy said. He froze in place. What the hell?

"Where? Go get it! Now!"

"It's in my robe. Wait here," she said. He heard her crawl away.

Sy stood in the darkness, breathing heavily, and wondered if she was coming back. What if she left him standing there in the dark? What if she called Glenn, and Mandy found out? What if she called the police? No, that would never fly. The cops would never believe this!

"Here," her soft voice said from below. She felt for his legs and pulled him close. He felt her manipulate the lock, heard a click, and suddenly the cage slid off his penis. He felt her pull and tug and the base ring came off. Sy rubbed his penis and scrotum and enjoyed his sudden freedom. He stroked his cock and felt it harden in his hand. It was growing into a diamond-cutter.

Oh, that felt good. So very good!

Now, where was Tiffany? He reached for her, found her shoulders, and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her and shoved his tongue inside her mouth as far as he could. When he finished kissing her he pulled back.

"Thank you for letting me out, Tiff. Now I'm going to fuck you, right here on this rug."

"I'll scream! You're a filthy pig, you're a fucking bastard! You're a monster. You can't make me!" she cried, and she began to struggle in his arms. Mostly, she was wriggling her naked body against his. Sy wrapped his arms around her and lifted her straight off the floor. She squealed and her feet kicked against his shins.

Damn, this is fun!

He spun her around and laid her gently down on her back, careful not to hurt her, and pushed her thighs apart with his knees. He settled his weight on her belly and chest. She was wriggling furiously and Sy felt her tits squirming against his chest. Her nipples felt like bullets.

Unfuckingbelievable! he thought. He was in total darkness and Tiffany was naked underneath him, wriggling like a freshly-caught trout.

"Spread your legs wide, you teasing bitch! Give me your cunt, Cunt." Sy nearly guffawed at that. Dirty talk could be hilarious.

It's a good thing she can't see my face. I'm about to break out laughing, he thought.

Suddenly, Tiffany arched her back and nearly bucked him off. She twisted and tried to squirm away. Sy grabbed for her in the dark, got a handful of hair, and pulled her back. He drove his full weight onto her again, wedging her legs apart.

"I'm done fucking around you little tease!" he growled.

He reached for his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. Her lips felt slick and puffy.

"No! Don't do it! You fucking bastard! Don't hurt me!" she cried.

"This won't hurt. You're going to love it," he answered, and he drove his prick into her with one strong push. He bottomed out and savored the intense sensations. Tiffany was a mature woman with grown children, yet to Sy's surprise, she had a liquid, tight cunt. The sensations coming from his penis overwhelmed him and he held himself motionless to let them pass. Neither one spoke and only their combined breathing broke the silence of the darkness.

This is fantastic! he thought. In the dark, she felt as snug and delicious as a younger woman. I'll have to reconsider my opinion of older women!

He began to move, slowly at first, then with more speed and force when he grew confident he wouldn't orgasm too quickly. He wanted to savor this sex with Tiffany and he intended to fill her up.

"Oh, you fucker, you fucking fucker, you're fucking me with your prick, you prick!" she cried.

Is she making fun of me? he wondered.

He stifled a laugh and gave her a series of short, hard thrusts, then pulled her legs up under his arms, and pushed her knees back toward her ears.

Flexible little minx!

She was meeting his thrusts now, and together they worked in harmony. She encouraged him with whimpers and grunts.

"Fuck me harder! Harder, you fucking bastard! Harder!"

Sy felt his orgasm building and he decided to let it out. All the day's frustrations were loosed and he began driving into her with all his might, trying to fuck her across the carpet.

Beneath him, Tiffany had quit calling him names. She was panting in short, gasping breaths. Her pelvis rocked with his thrusts, helping to drive him harder and deeper into her. She began a low, wailing moan that grew louder by the second.

Then, Sy felt her pelvic muscles clamp around his cock with amazing force, and she let out a series of animalistic grunts and shouted, "UH! UH! UH!...Don't-stop-don't-stop-don't-stop-you bastard!...Fuck!...Fuck me hard you bastard!"

She began a series of abdominal spasms that pulsed around Sy's cock, milking it, and he felt an unstoppable rise of semen that shot from his pole with breathtaking force. Sy's vision turned red and intense spasms resonated like a tuning fork throughout his body. He collapsed onto his lover, breathing heavily.

A minute...two?...five? Time felt meaningless in the darkness. Beneath him, he felt Tiffany stir.

"I have never..." she said, breathing hard. "Fuccckkk! That fucking hit the sweet spot, you fucker!"

"You sure can fuck, bitch," he panted in reply. Tiffany slugged him in the shoulder.

"Watch your mouth, poop-head," she said.

"Poop-head?" he laughed, and Tiffany laughed with him. They lay together in the darkness for long minutes, kissing and holding each other close.

"Seriously, Tiffany. Thank-you. That was seriously excellent, absolutely the best. I'm at a loss for words."

"Thank you, too, Sy. I didn't plan that but I'm glad it happened the way it did. That was very nice. You're a smart guy and you played along nicely. Thank-you. We'd better get up, I'm leaking all over. You filled me up good! I think I've got a rug burn on my ass. I'll have to spot clean tomorrow before Glenn sees it."

Tiffany found a light switch and a dim light flooded the area. They picked up the cage and her robe and Sy saw her naked body for the first time.

"You're seriously beautiful, Tiffany," he said softly. He reached for her and pulled her into her arms and kissed her.

"You mean for an old woman?" she asked.

"No, for any woman. I love woman's bodies and I love yours. You're strong and flexible, too. And you're sure good at sex." They climbed the stairs to the main level. Being naked with her seemed perfectly normal.

Are we lovers, now? Sy wondered.

"Are we in trouble, Tiffany? With Glenn?" Sy asked.

"Not with Glenn, but maybe with Mandy. She and I didn't discuss taking off your cage. She'd better not find out," Tiffany laughed.

"Well, it's too late now. I have to tell her but I don't regret it. After all, right now our spouses are naked in bed together...but I guess I'm responsible for that," he said. "How did you happen to have an extra key in your pocket?"

"That's Glenn's old cage, remember? I wasn't planning on having intercourse with you but I thought maybe I'd tie you to the bed and edge you by hand. Maybe tease you with a ruined orgasm. I thought I could talk you into asking me for the cane. Or maybe I was breaking the rules to get back at Glenn and Mandy for having their affair," she said, laughing lightly. "That doesn't make any sense, does it? After everything I've done?"

***

They showered together and dressed in robes. Sy put the cock cage into his pocket. Together they sat on an upstairs couch and drank bottled water. Now, after his orgasm, Sy wasn't sure how he felt about Amanda and Glenn. He knew his wife was safe and he didn't feel desperate to get her back home like last week, but he wondered if the whole thing had been such a good idea. Sure, the wife-sharing fantasy got him hot, and Mandy, too, but that intense feeling had always passed after an orgasm.

He had learned something about himself. He could not have sex with a woman without having some feelings for her. That was a trait commonly ascribed to women but Sy knew it applied to him, too. He could never patronize a prostitute or have a hook-up with an anonymous internet babe. To have sex, he had to feel an emotional connection.

He had that connection with Tiffany. She was a beautiful woman and a beautiful person if perhaps a tad unconventional. Their age difference didn't bother Sy. She liked sex, especially kinky sex. Tonight's fantasy role-play had worked, thanks to Sy's initiative and their communication in the dark. Could it ever be repeated? It seemed a one-off event, something rare and extraordinary.

"Look at this, Tiffany," Sy said, holding his phone. "They've sent more pictures."

Sy and Tiffany thumbed through the pictures Glenn had sent. The first three they had already seen. The next batch had arrived an hour later. The first picture was of Amanda smiling straight into the camera, naked and lying prone on the bed. She was propped up on her elbows. The photo was taken at eye-level and revealed the twin mounds of her bare bottom peeking up above her shoulders. Beyond that were her crossed ankles and her bare calves. Her breasts hung amidst the folds of the bedsheets, which hid her nipples. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

Sy knew what that meant. Glenn had kept her hair out of her face so he could better watch his penis go in and out of her mouth, and her ponytail had been a convenient handhold.

The next picture was much like the first but taken from a higher angle and looking down. Amanda was gazing up at the camera with a playful look. Glenn's torso was before her, and the head of his erect penis rested on her tongue. Glenn was standing on the floor alongside the bed with his right foot on the floor and his left knee on the mattress. Sy studied that position and thought he and Mandy should try that for themselves.

The third photo was intense. Amanda's face was red and her lips puffy. Glenn's entire cock was buried in her mouth. Sy was impressed Mandy could take it all. Glenn's left hand was grasping her ponytail and his right hand must have held the camera. Amanda appeared to be concentrating and her eyes were closed. Glenn had fucked her mouth, as he had said he would.

The fourth photo showed a smiling but fatigued Amanda, lying on her back, her hair splayed across the pillow. It was very much like the photo from last week. Her eyes looked tired and her smile wan. The lower half of her face was wet and shiny. A white glob clung to one corner of her mouth and another white string hung from her wet chin.

The next photo was the same as the previous except her mouth was open and a pool of semen covered her tongue and lower teeth. The next photo showed the same pose with her mouth and eyes closed. She was in the process of swallowing. And the final photo confirmed it. Amanda was holding her mouth open with her tongue protruding. The pool of semen was gone although her tongue was still glistening. She had swallowed it all, just as she had promised.

Sy looked at the photos and wondered how he felt. The pictures were all porn cliches. Sure, it was hot and it was what he had hoped to see. But it wasn't that hot, and he wondered how his wife felt after a deep-throat pounding. Probably she had a sore throat, at least. He wanted to go to her and hold her.

"Seems a little sad," he said to Tiffany.

"Just what I was thinking," said Tiffany. "Well, it might seem hotter tomorrow. We're both in a post-orgasmic stupor and we've had a tiring day."

"I'd better go. They're going to be calling me in the morning to pick them up and I've got to be ready. Do you want to come with me to the hotel?" Sy thought it might be good for the married couples to be together on the drive home. Oddly, he wasn't worried about telling Mandy he had had sex with Tiffany. He just wanted to hold his wife again.

"Maybe. Let me think about it." She stepped closer and gave him a peck on the lips. "Thanks for a great night, Sy. Weird but great, nonetheless. I think everything is okay with Mandy. I know Glenn wouldn't hurt her. That position is his favorite and it looks like she took it well. Mandy got him off and he doesn't always get off from having his cock sucked. That says something about her abilities."

Sy suddenly felt very tired. The alcohol was gone and he was physically and emotionally exhausted. He pulled Tiffany close and kissed her. They held the kiss for a long time.

"Stay the night, Sy. I don't want to be alone."

"Right here?"

"No, upstairs in bed with me. I'll sleep better and so will you."

They walked upstairs to the master bedroom and fell into the large bed together. They cuddled under the blankets and in that twilight stage between sleep and wake, Tiffany kissed him again on his lips.

"Good-night, sweet prince."

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