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Part of what made the relationship between Sam and I so fiery was her high libido matching my own. We fucked all the time and we were always open to new ways to do it. Since resuming our relationship the newly introduced kink had been born from her retellings of her single adventures. Though she had not had sex with anyone, she had enjoyed teasing my cock while recounting tales of pleasing other cocks. A kink I found myself easily opting into. Where previously in our sex life she would easily submit to my dominance, gag on my cock and spread her legs to my will, now she had flipped the script. Her words and her body had me eager to please. Eager to submit to her.
You could see her new found demeanor in her eyes, and it easily translated to her body. She would stride across the her bedroom floor unbuttoning her pants, her back towards me sliding them down revealing her ass in one of the many tiny thongs she would always wear. She moved slow and with intention, knowing my hungry eyes devoured every inch of skin she would expose. I was obsessed. She knew it. She’d look back at me catching me in my lustful daze. A short smile before springing the trap she had set.
“That’s the same move I used to start things off with one of the guys. He REALLY liked my ass”
Normally after such a beckoning I would have stripped her of what little clothing remained and sent ripples through that ass with my thrusts. But I couldn’t. And she knew I couldn’t. And that was her intention, her design, her control. She had my cock locked in a chastity cage. The next layer of kink she had pushed us into. She could now tease me without worry that lust inside me would build to an eruption of reclamation. Reclamation was no longer an option.
Having my cock caged was an interesting conundrum. The mutually high libidos that had made sex in our relationship so kinky, was now the very same libido that had me agreeing to surrender sex away. Surrendering sex was more a symptom of the whole dynamic. Where before my submissive role would wane and wax, the key she now carried was the decider of my role. And so when she beckoned me with her lustful charades, my only opportunity to devour her body was with my tongue.
This way of pleasing her was of course not new. What was new was how she would grip my hair. How she would pull me further into her parted legs and press her pelvis into my awaiting tongue. When normally a position change from here would mean the introduction of my cock, now she would reposition pushing me on my back and climbing a top my face. Grinding her pussy into my welcoming mouth. She would reach back to grab my restricted manhood, flicking it softly with several fingers moving my useless package back and forth.
We’d have several of these play sessions where she used the cage to assure control. She’d cum from my mouth, or she’d force me to watch her cum on her dildo. But despite her control, she was still a generous lover. I was never locked for more than our play times. She would release my cock, and she would reward my submission with a handjob, a blowjob, or sometimes even round two for her. One thing easily noticeable during these generosities was how much quicker I would cum after being worked up in the cage with mental stimulation but no physical stimulation. Unwanting for me to cum so quickly, and also to continue a bit of her dominance, Sam would edge me. She had found another way to tease my cock, another way for me to submit even after the cage had come off.
It was during one of these edgings that Sam opened the door to a new opportunity for our sex life. Still a common topic of dirty our dirty talking was her past. She would stroke me while telling me all about the other cocks that she stroked. How one guy sucked on her tits while she made him cum, how another guy came in 30 seconds. She told me about the huge cock that she sucked. How he gripped her ass while she struggled to bob on his dick. All this while edging my cock. She would stroke me fast, then grip as hard as she could, and then slowly massage my shaft, then just the tip. Massage by balls, and even under them. Drunk on lust and submission she owned me, she owned my cock, I would bend to her will and she knew it. So when she asked me her question while edging me, I’m sure she knew the permission I would give.
“Would you want to watch me stroke your cock and another guy’s cock at the same time?”
“Yes.”