This is the true story of the second time I watched my girlfriend fuck another man.
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Megan and I had been in this dynamic for three weeks at this point, having had our first encounter with Paul earlier in the month (see my first story). While it was still humbling, I had grown accustomed to the routine.
As we prepared for Paul’s arrival, I could feel the familiar mix of anticipation and dread in my stomach. I had been wearing the chastity cage 24/7 for months at this point, and the constant state of arousal was both a blessing and a curse. The metal cage paired with my Prince Albert piercing was securely in place, a constant reminder of my role.
When Paul walked through the front door, Megan greeted him with a passionate kiss, her hands already roaming his body. I watched from my seat on the couch, my cock straining against the confines of the cage. Megan led Paul to the bedroom, and I followed, knowing my role was to watch and serve.
The scene unfolded much like the last time. Paul undressed Megan slowly, his hands exploring every inch of her body. She moaned and writhed under his touch, her eyes locked on mine as she teased me with her pleasure. Paul's fingers found her clit, and he worked her expertly, bringing her to her first orgasm quickly. Her cries filled the room, and I could see the wetness glistening on her thighs.
Paul then moved behind her, entering her pussy from behind. Megan braced herself on the bed, her ass pushing back against him. He thrust deep and hard, each stroke eliciting a moan from her. I watched as her body responded, her back arching, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Paul's hands gripped her hips tightly as he pounded into her, chasing his own release.
Megan came a couple of times, her body convulsing around him. Paul eventually pulled out, his huge cock glistening with her juices. He moved to the edge of the bed, and Megan knelt before him, taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing up and down. Paul's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements.
Playing with her clit, she came again, her body shaking with the intensity of it. Paul pulled her up, turning her around and entering her from behind once more. This time, he took her roughly, his hips slapping against her ass. Megan cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. Paul reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and she came once more, her body trembling.
Finally, Paul pulled out, his cock throbbing. He had come hard this time, his load spilling into and out of her pussy. Megan moaned, her body milking him dry. Paul then moved to her ass, pushing into her hole slowly. Megan gasped, her body adjusting to the intrusion. Paul took his time, savoring the feeling of her tight ass around his cock. He came again, filling her ass with his seed.
When they were done, Megan lay on the bed, her body glistening with sweat and cum. Paul stood, his cock still semi-hard. I approached the pair. First, I cleaned Megan, my mouth and tongue gently wiping away the evidence of their pleasure. Then, I turned to Paul, taking his cock in my hand. I cleaned him thoroughly, my touch gentle and reverent. But this time, per Megan, I used my mouth and lips to ensure every last drop was gone. I licked and sucked, savoring the taste of their combined essences.
Only then was I allowed to remove the chastity cage. My cock was hard and aching, and I stroked myself quickly, my release building fast. I was only allowed to jerk off. I came hard, my seed spilling onto my hand, leg, and the floor. But my night of service wasn't over yet. I was made to lick up every last drop of my own cum, ensuring my mess was gone.
It was a humbling end to a night of submission, but it was my role, and I played it willingly. The months of constant arousal had made this release all the more intense, and I savored every moment of it, even the part where I had to clean up after myself.
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