So this is a true tale of how I learned that I love sharing partners and being humiliated and forced to be subservient. It happened while I was together with my now-ex, Katie [35F] while we were at the peak of our sexual eperimentation, and I’ll never forget it, or the window it opened into a whole new world for me.
Katie was what many would call ‘a whole lotta woman’. She had huge F-cup tits which sagged and sat on her big belly whenever she wasn’t wearing a bra (which was most of the time). Her thick thighs accentuated her wide arse, which jiggled beautifully when she walked around naked. She always kept her plump pussy fully shaved, revealing her deep pink inner lips that hung out and begged to be licked. I could spend all day with my head between her legs – and I often did. Katie’s frizzy, tightly curled auburn hair contrasted with her porcelain-pale, smooth skin, and she loved wearing deep red lipstick to accentuate this. Despite being a ‘bigger’ girl (she’d definitely fall under the BBW category in porn), Katie exuded sexuality and confidence, which is why I think so many men found her irresistible. The big tits probably helped too.
Our relationship quickly started exploring wild sexual fantasies. Katie had an insatiable libido, and I loved trying to keep up with her. We soon brought others into the bedroom with us for regular threesomes – men and women (we’re both bi) – and Katie also loved dominating me and indulging my fetish for anal play. She introduced me to the joy of golden showers and was the first person to fist my ass. But there was one kink she revealed to me that we were yet to explore.
Katie wanted to fuck another man – not in a threesome, by herself, with my full knowledge of every thrust and moan, but without me being able to contribute in any way. Just the thought of it made me hard. The perfect opportunity arose in a party some friends had organised in a holiday town an hour’s drive away. We all chipped in to rent a three-storey beachside holiday house for a night, and a whole crowd of us were going, including Justin [40M], a friend of a friend who Katie had always had eyes for.
I could see why, too. Justin basically lived at the gym, and was never shy about showing off his rippling abs and boulder-like biceps. He had a broad, smooth chest and close-cropped hair and a beard which accentuated his sharp jawline. Katie had been playfully flirting with him for a while, and was giddy with excitement as we drove to the holiday house, but she had one more surprise for me. When we pulled over for a quick toilet break, she handed me a small paper bag.
‘Put this on,’ she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. ‘And don’t take it off until I say so.’
I opened the bag to find a black metal cock cage and my heart quickened. I’d only worn cages briefly before, when we played at home, but in public, at a party…
‘You have to wear it all weekend no matter what,’ Katie smiled. She pointed to a silver bracelet I’d barely noticed he wearing, which I now realised had a small key attached to it.
‘I’ll decide when it comes off.’
I hurriedly yanked down my pants and stuffed my cock into the cage, trying to deflate my semi-hard dick so I wasn’t immediately squished. It fit snug and comfortably, and as I closed the padlock I wondered when Katie would finally allow me to cum. I had to put the thought out of my head as it got me straining in the cage. It’d be a long weekend if I couldn’t keep my boner under control.
We arrived at the holiday house and everyone went about settling in. Katie and I found a room on the third floor which opened into a shared bathroom with the next room down the hall. Lo and behold, who was staying in that room? Justin, of course. I wondered if Katie knew that before deciding where we’d sleep. What was I thinking? Of course she did.
The party kicked off and we all had a great time catching up, drinking, smoking weed and generally just letting our hair down. Throughout the night, I noticed Katie getting closer and closer to Justin, and a small pang of jealousy rose up in me. I don’t know if it was the thought of what was going to happen, or that I wouldn’t be involved in pleasing Katie that made me feel that way. Maybe it was the thought of Justin ravaging the beautiful deep pink rose of hers that spurred it. Would he be bigger than me? No doubt, I’m only average: 5.5”, maybe 6” on a good day. At the same time I couldn’t wait for Katie to be satisfied and I wanted to hear all about it, maybe even watch if I was allowed.
As the partying continued late into the night, a group of us went to the beach for a skinny dip. As we walked through the dunes, Katie and Justin trailed and I swear I spotted them holding hands at one point. A friend joked that I’d better keep an eye on her, and I realised not everyone knew about our kinky sex life. I also realised I had to cover my cage until I got to the safety of the water, luckily it was relatively dark under a half-full moon and no one noticed I was locked up. As we walked back to the party, I noticed Katie and Justin were still in the water. I lingered, crouching in the dunes to watch as they shared a deep, long kiss, and Justin leaned down to scoop up one of Katie’s breasts, taking her big, pink nipple in his mouth as she threw her head back and moaned. I saw her arm moving back and forth, but her hand – and Justin’s crotch – was underwater. My cock instantly pushed against its cage and I tore myself away to head back to the holiday house, where I showered, had a quick vape, then went to bed.
I couldn’t sleep. Not that I wanted to. I know katie chose the room as much for me as her, and my heart quickened when I heard them stumble down the hallway and enter Justin’s room. Soon, I heard the door from Justin’s room to the bathroom open and the shower turn on. The doors weren’t particularly thick, so I could hear the wet smooching of lips and sensual grunts and groans. My mind raced imagining what they were up to. I could easily guess what was happening when I started to hear a wet slapping sound and Katie moaning, no doubt as Justin fucked her from behind in the shower. There was more splashing and the slapping stopped before a sloppy sucking noise could be heard. She was giving him head. My cock ached as it strained further against its restraint. I almost came when I heard Justin grumble: ‘oh yeah, take it all the way in,’ followed by the unmistakable sound of Katie gagging while deepthroating his meat.
The shower turned off and I heard more kissing and moaning before they went to Justin’s room and closed the door. I got up from my bed and crept into the steamy bathroom, stepping past Katie’s discarded G-string (one of my favorites), and hovered next to the door rubbing my throbbing caged cock. I never thought I’d enjoy this so much. I wanted desperately to cum, and I couldn’t wait to be told all about Justin and how he had pleased Katie. I heard Katie moan and the moist slapping of flesh on flesh. I heard Justin’s groans and the bed frame creak and bump against the wall. I heard a quivering yelp and a gasp which I knew well – Katie was having an orgasm, and it sounded like a big one. Justin replied with a deep grunt of his own, and the creaking and thumping of the bed frame stopped. I quietly retreated to my room and lay down on bed, only to hear the thumps, bumps and moan start up again 15 minutes later. 15 minutes! Justin had some great stamina.
I vaped out the window and dozed for a while, not wanting to fully fall asleep before Katie came back. Actually, would she come back? There was another pang of jealousy as I thought about her cuddling Justin in bed while I lay alone with my cock locked away in its metal prison. But soon the door to our room clicked open, and Katie tiptoed in naked and sat down next to me on the bed. I could see under the lamplight that her hair was a mess and she still had a slight sheen of sweat on her.
‘Justin’s asleep,’ she whispered with a smile. ‘I’ve got a present for you. You get to be my little clean-up bitch.’
My cock instantly surged against its cage again. Katie laid back on bed and motioned for me to move down between her legs. She opened her sweaty thighs and I could already see pearlescent drops of cum coating her slippery, blushed pink pussy lips. I breathed deeply and took in the unmistakable scent of sex.
I looked up at her. ‘May I?’ I asked, like a good cuck.
She nodded and guided my head towards her beautiful flower. The first lick brought with it a mouthful of Justin’s salty, musky cum, which tasted amazing mixed with Katie’s sweet pussy juices. I hungrily ate away at her cunt, gulping and swallowing each mouthful of cum that oozed out while Katie rubbed my head and groaned. I felt so horny and so humiliated. I loved it. I wish I could have been there to watch Justin fill her with his big, warm load. I noticed some cum and pussy juice had dribbled down onto Katie’s ass and moved down to lap it up before returning to her lips and sucking deep and long.
The next day we drove home and Katie spent the whole trip in the passenger seat texting Justin and giggling like a schoolgirl who’d had her first kiss. We stopped briefly in a rest bay for a naked photoshoot, and the pictures were immediately sent to Justin. Along the way she told me how good he was in bed, how thick his circumcised dick was (much thicker than mine), the number of times he blew his load in her (three times) and how she even took him all the way up her ass, despite his 9” shaft. By the time we arrived home they’d made plans to see each other again that night, and I was left to sit at home with my cock still straining against its cage.
Before she left, Katie took off her bracelet with the cock cage key on it and placed it on our bedside table. ‘Remember,’ she said, pointing a finger at me with a wry smile, ‘no unlocking until I say so’.
I gulped and nodded yes. She looked beautiful, with her frizzy hair pulled up in a bun and her tits pushed up in a skin-tight pink dress. I could see the outline of her g-string and, as she sat down to put on her strappy high heels, caught a glimpse up her dress, noticing she was wearing crotchless underwear.
I went about my night trying not to think too much about what was happening at Justin’s house. I knew Katie was staying the night, so she wouldn’t return with any treats for me to lick up, but my heart desperately wanted to be there for what was happening, even if it meant listening through a door like a pervert. Just as I was about to go to bed, a message came through to my phone. It was a video, and I could see from the thumbnail it had been filmed in a bedroom. My heart raced.
I hit ‘play’ and suddenly was transported to Justin’s bedroom. The video was filmed from the floor but angled up, and Katie was naked, on her knees and gulping at Justin’s meaty cock while he had a leg up on his bed. I was immediately rock hard, pushing against my cage. Soon, they shifted positions and Katie bent over the bed, arching her back and sticking her big arse out for breeding. Justin came back into frame and mounted her, fucking her with animalistic vigor as she moaned in ecstasy. My phone dinged. Another message.
‘You can unlock your cage now.’
I rushed to the bedside table and fumbled with the key before finally freeing my cock. I hit play on the video again and watched it at least five times over before finally getting my release.
Katie and I aren’t together anymore, but we still catch up regularly and share stories from our sex lives. She knows how much it gets me off. I’ll never forget how I felt the first time I heard her take Justin in the shower at the holiday home, or the taste of his cum oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy.
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