Walking through the airport, J and C held hands and flirted sweetly while cuck followed behind. This brought strong emotions to cuck, sometimes even more intense than watching them make love. The authentic closeness and fondness they shared stirred jealousy and desire, which he did his best to convert into authentic compersion: joy for her happiness, and his, taking pleasure in their pleasure and his own aching desire, longing, and denial. Sometimes they would stop, and he would take her in his arms, her looking up at him longingly, and embrace in a deeply erotic kiss.
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One of the things they were looking forward to on the vacation was being public with their relationship. C loved the idea and the way it acknowledged his role. He also anticipated how it made both J and cuck feel. J was concerned for her husband's feelings, but she also couldn't deny how it made her pussy tingle with anticipation. It gave cuck butterflies of anticipation and excitement, along with a flood of thoughts about how it would feel to be outed as a cuck. He also knew how much J wanted it and wanted to give her that experience. In the end, it wasn’t like he had any choice; C was in charge.
They handed their IDs to the agent, who explained that the plane had a small configuration with two seats on one side and one on the other. She said, “I’ll put you and your wife together and your friend across the aisle.”
C quickly spoke up. “Actually, please put her by the window and me beside her. Her husband can sit behind her in the next row.” The agent flashed a look of surprise followed by a knowing smile, perhaps even a little envy. She looked over at the husband for confirmation, who just nodded curtly as his face flushed with embarrassment. “Well, okay then, that can be arranged,” she said, changing the seats around per his wishes. They kissed sweetly, and cuck noticed the agent glancing at him, assessing the situation. The eye contact inflamed so many feelings in him: embarrassment, a little humiliation, devotion for sure, and love. She gave him a nod and a kind smile that made him feel valued – not scorn, but empathy and respect for the confidence to share this with his wife and lover. “Have a fabulous trip, you three,” she said, smiling at the loving couple and handing the boarding passes to C, her lover and bull. She understood completely.
“Thank you so much,” said C, taking the passes. “Hubby, can you thank her too?”
Cuck turned to the agent and made eye contact again. He found it hard to speak under her knowing gaze and just said, “Thank you.”
The teasing continued, celebrating the openness of their relationship. They called him "hubby" not "cuck" in the airport, but everyone could see their passion. Waiting for the bags in security, they kissed passionately enough to draw some attention while hubby waited by the belt. C called over, a little too loudly, “Hubby, get your wife’s bags, and mine.” Cuck nodded and obeyed under the curious looks of the small crowd working their way through security. He handed them both their bags, and C acknowledged him with a cheery, “Thanks, cuck.”
When they got to the gate, J handed cuck a small bag and told him to go put it on. He went to the all-gender individual restroom and locked the door to be alone. The bag contained his smallest chastity cage. It was pink, one of her favorite colors, and she called it his “little clit.” His cock was quite excited about being free and inwardly thrilled with the public flaunting of his cuck role with his gorgeous wife. He turned on the cold water and splashed it on his cock while thinking about taxes. That helped long enough to slide the ring over his balls, his cock through the ring, and slowly, inch by inch, compress his cock and move the cage to its fully closed position. He held it all in place carefully while inserting the lock and turning it shut. He looked down at his swollen balls under the cage and ached with desire.
He returned to his wife and lover and handed her the key.
“All locked away?” asked J, as she took the key.
“Yes, goddess,” he replied.
“I’ll take that,” said C. “Your wife loves you and has a soft heart; I don’t want her giving in and letting you out.”
On the plane, as arranged, J and C sat together with cuck in the row behind. There was no one in the single seat across from them, so they had some privacy, especially on takeoff and landing when everyone was seated. Cuck watched eagerly for glimpses of their kisses between the two seats. J had her hand on his hard young cock the whole way, feeling the hard shaft and imagining, longing for the feeling of it parting her pussy lips and sliding inside her. He loved how hard she made him and enjoyed her teasing touch. Precum accumulated on his thigh as she squeezed. Between kisses, he gently touched her forearms, neck, chest, knees, and thighs.
It was a short flight, and from the windows, they watched as their destination came into view: tropical forests, mountains and valleys, crystal blue seas, and spectacular crescent beaches. It truly was a paradise. C leaned over J to get a better view out the window. He used the opportunity to slide his left hand up her short skirt and teasingly caress her thigh with his fingertips. His light touches drove her crazy, and she moaned quietly. Involuntarily, her body began to rock her hips forward for more. Cuck leaned forward greedily to try to listen.
“Touch me,” she begged, “please touch me.”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked innocently, as his fingertips grazed her inner thighs.
“My pussy, baby, please, my clit,” she whisper-moaned quietly in his ear.
“Whose pussy?” he asked, smiling at her meaningfully.
“Your pussy, your clit, your body. It’s all yours, baby. I want to feel you touch it. Please, baby!”
“Wow, look at that beach there!” he said, acting distracted by the scenery in her moment of need. She looked simultaneously annoyed and desperate but was good and just said yes. He leaned in to kiss her neck and slowly ran his tongue along her shoulder, moving slowly along her neck. Under her skirt, his hand did the same towards her throbbing clit and wet pussy. She shivered with pleasure and the slight tickling.
She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you on that beach,” making her moan quietly and longingly. His fingers grazed higher to the panties he had cuck buy for her just for the occasion. He rubbed her swollen pussy and clit through her panties. He sat back to watch her reaction, and she closed her eyes to focus on her pleasure. Cuck throbbed in his cage, not hearing it all but feeling the passion. He pulled her panties to the side and ran a finger along her clit.
“Such a hard clit, J,” he said, “is my girl horny?”
“Yeeeesssss,” she moaned, as he lightly rubbed her clit, teasing her. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “I want you inside me so bad.”
He pushed two fingers inside her pussy, and she gasped with pleasure. It was slippery with her arousal and ready for his cock.
“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, loud enough for cuck to hear.
“Yes, babe, I want your big thick cock buried in my pussy. I need it!”
“Do you want your husband’s cock?” he asked.
“No, just yours, I want your cock. I want you to cum with me.”
“Just look at this guy,” he said, and they both turned to look at cuck leaning forward and listening hungrily to every word.
“Tell him what you want,” he ordered.
“Oh, husband, I love you and your devotion turns me on so much, but I want to fuck him. Fuck his throbbing young cock.”
“And,” he said, “what about him? Does he get to fuck you too?”
“I’m sorry, hubby, but you’re caged and C here holds the key. I don’t think he wants you out, and I don’t either, and we certainly won’t let you inside me. C and I are going steady, and my pussy is his.”
“What about your fabulous tits?” C asked to clarify.
“Oh, honey, they’re his. I’m all his.”
“If you are a very good cuck, I might let you lick all my cum off of them. Would you like that?”
Cuck nodded yes with longing in his eyes. All this time, C had two fingers inside her and his thumb on her clit, edging her as she moaned.
“Do you want to cum, babe?”
“Oh, please, please, please, can I cum?” was all she could say.
“What do you think, cuck? Should I make your wife cum right here?”
“Whatever pleases you,” cuck answered.
“Good answer, cuck.”
“Okay, babe, you can cum when you feel the wheels on the runway, not before.”
She moaned, and he focused entirely on her pleasure, edging her throbbing pussy and clit. The approach seemed to take forever as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Twice she had to grab his hand through her skirt to still him, her body aching with desire and submission.
“Don’t you dare, not yet,” he whispered in her ear.
Finally, she could see the runway and immediately felt the orgasm building again inside her.
“Not yet,” he said, as she fought for control.
Bump
Her body convulsed with pleasure as the waves of orgasm took over. It was well-timed, as the noise of the landing masked her moans, so at least the entire plane didn’t hear her cum. Cuck placed his hand on the back of her seat and felt the shaking from her orgasm, knowing how good it felt for her. Knowing that his caged devotion makes it even more exciting and powerful for her. Wanting to feel the contractions in her pussy that her bull was feeling.
C pulled her panties back over her pussy and rubbed between her lips to soak up all that delicious pussy juice.
“Maybe cuck will get a treat later,” he laughed, and pulled his hand from beneath her skirt as she bathed in relaxed orgasmic bliss.
“Smell how much your wife wants me,” he ordered, holding his hand between the seats. Cuck did as he was told and reveled in the opportunity. It brought back all the memories of their times together that he had taken for granted. Now they were beloved memories, and the present belonged to him.
He took his two wet fingers and lightly touched her lips, making them glossy with her own cum. “Suck,” he said, and she eagerly licked her own cum from his fingers.
“Thank you,” she said, and kissed him once more.
At the airport, cuck went to get the rental car while J and C waited for the baggage. He got the car and drove to the arrivals area, finding them sitting with the bags and making out passionately. They waved, walked to the car, and C opened the door for her to get in. He joined her in the back seat, and they immediately began kissing and groping each other. C took off J’s panties as Cuck loaded their bags and drove to the hotel, trying to concentrate as they writhed with passion in the back. C threw J’s panties into Cuck’s lap as he drove them to their hotel and told Cuck he couldn't touch them. As he drove, cuck would get whiffs of his wife's panties, and his little clit cock would throb once again, and precum wet all over his thighs.
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