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I’ve been fucking Tyler from the gym for a few weeks now. And my husband knows… sort of. Well, he knows I go out and come home late then he wakes up to a used, cum-filled wife.
Last night Tyler texted me to come over. Before I left I made my hubby lock himself up tight, and I kissed the cage goodbye.
“Don’t wait up, loser,” I told him as I walked out the door.
We didn’t even bother with the bar this time. The second I got to Tyler’s apartment he had my dress off and was fucking me against the wall. I was moaning loud when he pulled out for a second and grinned.
“Mike’s home tonight. He’s been asking if he can join. You down?” He wanted to know if I’d let his roommate join in?
I laughed and spread my legs wider. “As long as he’s got a bigger cock than my caged husband, sure.”
Mike was bigger. A lot bigger.
Within minutes I was on my knees with both of them in front of me, sucking one while the other slapped his heavy cock on my face. They took turns spit-roasting me on the couch, then moved to the bed where they double-teamed me properly with Tyler pounding my pussy while Mike fucked my throat. I came so hard I was shaking.
Around 2 a.m. my husband started texting, asking when if id be home. I smirked and had Tyler take a quick pic: Tyler’s thick cock buried halfway in my pussy from behind, Mike’s even thicker one resting on my ass cheek, both of them shiny with my juices.
I sent it to hubby with the message:
“Won’t be home tonight. Pick me up in the morning. Stay locked and be patient.”
He replied instantly with sad emojis and “please baby”.
I didn’t respond.
This morning my husband called from right outside Tyler’s building. I saw his name on the screen while Tyler was balls-deep inside me again, fucking me slow and deep on the edge of the bed. I ignored the call completely.
Instead, I grabbed my phone, angled it so you could clearly see Tyler’s thick cock stretching my married pussy, my wedding ring visible on the hand resting on my thigh, and snapped a new pic. I sent it to him with just one word:
“Wait.”
Tyler laughed when he saw what I did and started fucking me harder. “Good girl. Make him wait like the cuck he is.”
I moaned loud enough that I’m sure my husband would hear it from the street while Tyler pumped me full again with his third load of the night.
Twenty minutes later I finally walked out to the car, hair wrecked, makeup ruined, thighs sticky with both fresh and dried cum. My husband was sitting there red-faced, squirming in the driver’s seat because his poor little dick was still trapped in its tight pink cage.
I slid into the passenger seat, spread my legs, and dangled his chastity key teasingly in front of his face.
“Drive us home, cuck. Your wife’s pussy is overflowing with two real men’s loads. You’re going to clean every single drop before I even think about unlocking that sad little pink prison.”
The whole drive I kept playing with my cum-filled pussy, pushing their loads deeper while I described everything in detail about how Tyler had invited Mike this time, how much bigger and better they both felt, how I agreed without hesitation, how they laughed about my husband’s tiny locked-up clit the entire night.
When we got home I made him strip naked, well, except for the cage of course. I straddled his face and lowered my sloppy, well-fucked cunt onto his mouth.
“Clean it all up, loser. Taste what real cocks do to your wife while you stay locked like the bitch you are.”
He licked desperately while I rode his face and laid down the new rules:
Next time Tyler wants to bring Mike, he doesn’t need to ask and I’ll just send hubby the pictures.
He’ll keep waiting in the car every single time until I’m completely satisfied.
And he stays locked until I decide he’s earned even one minute out of the cage.
When my pussy was finally “clean,” I locked the key away again and laughed as I rubbed my foot over his throbbing, leaking cage.
“See? This is why I need Tyler and his friends now.”
He came hands-free in his cage while I was already texting Tyler about round two next weekend.