She got fucked. I listened from the couch [Cuckold].

My wife met a guy for the first time just last week. Before Friday night, they'd been on two dates. We've talked about this for a long time, but anyone who has tried knows about the many and varied obstacles: relationship solidity, self-esteem, real-life obligations, finding someone compatible. And one-night stands won't do it for her: she needs some kind of connection. I was kind of shocked when there was fondling during the second date, and when she told me that sex was all but certain in the near future. We practice orgasm denial, and I've been caged at least since they met. (I really need to do better about keeping track—what kind of chaste husband doesn't keep stats?) It's hard to explain how much being caged fucks with your brain, especially if you have latent cuck tendencies: eventually, instead of trying to have sex with her, I become eager for her to have sex with other men, and I'll do what I can to facilitate it. So before we left, I told her that I'd arranged all of the sex toys inside her bedside cabinet. What I didn't tell her was that I'd put the condoms there too (she's on BC, so we don't bother to keep them in an easily accessible place). She was still acting like sex wasn't going to happen, but I know her, and I could tell how aroused she was. I knew what was going to happen. She was hanging onto his words during the whole date. At one point, when he was in the bathroom, she asked me if I would be okay if they fucked that night. After we got back, she discreetly gave me the opportunity to back out. I signaled that I was okay, and they went to the bedroom, leaving me to sleep on the couch. They were in there for a while, and I thought maybe she'd fallen asleep after all. But then I heard whimpering.

Eventually, I heard her open her bedside table. I heard her say something in a surprised tone: she'd found the condoms. After a pause, I heard her gasp, and I knew he was inside her. She'd told me earlier that he's bigger than me: both lengthier and girthier. Until that moment, I was the biggest she'd ever had inside her. And I'm no slouch in the girth department—he must be massive. She told me later that she wasn't sure it would fit at first, but she was so wet that it slid right in. And then I heard moaning. And then the slapping sounds. I'm a quickshot, so I can't properly fuck her. It's her moans that do me in: "don't stop" is about when I have to stop, or else come early. You'd never hear slapping sounds coming from our sex. But this just kept going. For once, she got what she asked for when she begged a man to keep going.

And from her moans, I could tell that she was coming over and over again. Every second he was inside her, she was either in climax or building back up to one. She's highly orgasmic even with me, but I don't have the endurance to make it nonstop. And while her orgasms with me tend to get progressively weaker, this time it seemed like each one was harder than the last. Moans and whimpers became screams.

Eventually, I heard her moans become muffled, and I knew she must be facedown in doggy style. We almost never do this, because she's so tight in that position that I come almost immediately. This guy lasted longer than me, but I eventually heard his grunts mingle with her screams, and I knew they were coming together.

A little while later, she came out to pour water (and, I later learned, dispose of the condom). Then she walked over to me and whispered to ask if I was okay. When I said that I was, she very lightly kissed me, made a teasing, almost triumphant gesture, and walked back in.

The next day, she unlocked me for a few minutes and told me the details while she edged me. This might have been the hardest I've ever been: she told me that I was in the same ballpark as his length like that. I almost came just from her brushing her fingers along my shaft. She let me enter just a little bit inside her, but I'm obedient: I wasn't allowed to come, and I realized, sinkingly, that I wouldn't last even one thrust. So we stopped, and I distracted myself until I could fit back in my cage.

This is definitely going to happen again. And I'm going to stay locked up until it does. Denied release, I can't help but want to hear them again. In fact, I'll help make it happen. And because I'm so eager to help her get fucked, she's started calling me a cuck.