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“Are you going to cum for us?” she said. “You going to shoot a big load?”

  I did, trembling and gasping, leaning against the wall, my knees weak. I caught the semen in the napkin.

  I felt decidedly less enthusiastic about the cage after I orgasmed, but couldn’t go back on my word, so I let Celeste and Anne fuss with it. They fit the ring behind my testicles, giggling as they squeezed everything together, then pulled the smooth steel cage over my penis.

  “It does fit!” said Celeste as she snapped it in place.

  Anne fit the little lock into place. It snapped shut with a click.

  “Great,” I said, frowning down at myself. “Now I’m all locked up.”

  “Just think how excited you’ll be to get unlocked on Sunday,” said Celeste.

  “Hey,” said Anne, examining it closely. “What’s this little ‘B’ here for? Is that the brand name?”

  On the top of the sheath, near the tip, there was a lower case black ‘B’ stamped into the steel.

  “That’s one of the logos from our group,” said Celeste. “The group that organizes the trips and parties. That’s where I got the cage.”

  “What’s it stand for?” I asked. “What’s the name of the group?”

  “The Alpha Beta Group,” said Celeste.

  “Shouldn’t the logo be an ‘A’ and a ‘B’?” asked Anne.

  “There are two logos,” said Celeste. “One is for Alphas, like Dave. He wears a ring with a capital ‘A’ on it when he feels like it. He wears it to the parties, for example.”

  She grabbed the sheath in her hands and wiggled it.

  “And then there’s a logo for the Betas,” she said. “Like Simon here, and Toshiro. It’s a lower case ‘B’.”

  “Do they get a ring too?” said Anne.

  “Oh yes,” said Celeste. “With a little ‘B’ on it. They wear it all the time. And look at the key more closely.”

  Anne took it out. The handle was in the form of a lower case ‘B.’

  “The idea is that the Betas always wear the logo,” said Celeste.

  She said that she had already said too much, that the club rules were supposed to be secret to all except the members, which made sense, to protect everyone’s privacy.

  She said that if the group wanted to invite new members, they would tell them some of the rules before they were inducted, but some rules you didn’t learn until you became a member.

  “I don’t really pay that much attention to that stuff,” she said. “The president of the group, Colonel James, looks after it.”

  She thought for a second. I pulled on my shorts and sat back down at the table.

  “I suppose I don’t have to worry about the rules too much,” she said. “They’re more for the Betas.”

  That night, as we got ready for bed, Anne and I chatted about this new turn of events, and I agreed that while things were moving more quickly than I had expected, they were moving exactly in the direction of my fantasies.

  “How do you feel about the cage?” she asked me.

  “Um, I don’t like it,” I said.

  She looked at me, concerned.

  “And I also love it.”

  She laughed.

  “You are complicated.”

  “It’s a mind fuck,” I said. “I’ve fantasized about this a lot. Now I’m living it.”

  I told her I have always felt mystified by the way the fantasies arouse me.

  “What do you think it is?” she asked me.

  I told Anne that I love her more than anything, but that the fantasies come from some deep place, and while I wanted to go into that place, I wouldn’t want to do anything that could jeopardize our relationship.

  “But you don’t think this will?” she said. “I look at it as a game, a fun fantasy. I feel it’s something special I can do for you.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, I’m your husband. I’m supposed to be strong, possessive, masculine. And here I am pushing you into bed with another man, letting you cage me up. It doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”

  She kissed me.

  “It’s just a game,” she said. “It’s not serious. It’s silly.”

  I kissed her.

  “So long as you’re sure,” I said.

  “I’m sure,” she said.

  She rolled over to sleep and so did I, so our backs were pressed against one another.

  “We can revisit it after Sunday,” she said after a minute. “After I fuck Dave.”

  The next day, I found it weird to be caged. I had errands to do, so I was driving around, which gave me lots of time to think about it. I would forget about it from time to time and then would be reminded when I felt it, and it would give me a little jolt of erotic excitement, which I could do nothing about.

  I had misgivings, fears about our relationship, but whenever I dwelled on them, my mind would wander to thinking about what the weekend would be like, when Anne would have sex with Dave, and then I would find myself aroused.

  That night, when I got home, Anne was waiting for me in black lacy underwear.

  “Oh my,” I said, as I put down my briefcase. “I like this.”

  “Celeste suggested it,” she said, pirouetting. “She said I should tease you a bit, show you what you can’t enjoy until Sunday. She said it would push your buttons.”

  It did. I was suddenly reminded of the cage because my penis swelled and it became uncomfortable. It had happened to me several times during the day, but this was much more intense, with my gorgeous wife standing in front of me in her silky black lingerie. Around her neck, she wore a gold chain with the key to my cage.

  I groaned and put my hand on the suddenly too-tight cage.

  “It’s working!” said Anne. She clapped and laughed. “Celeste said it would be fun for you.”

  She stepped into my arms. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me slowly and sweetly. I ran my hands down her back and grasped her bottom. She wriggled against me.

  “I bet you’d really like to get out of that cage right now,” she said, and grabbed it. “I bet you’d really like to give me a good fucking.”

  I groaned.

  “Too bad for you,” she said. “You have to keep your little guy locked up.”

  She giggled.

  “This seems unfair,” I said. “I think maybe we should renegotiate.”

  She kissed me again and took my hand and slid it under the waistband of her silky panties. She was moist in my hand.

  “Sorry,” she said. “We made a deal.”

  She grabbed me by my shirtfront and led me into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and made me stand still next to it. Slowly, item by item, took off all my clothes, until I was standing nude in front of her, except for my cage.

  She took it in her hand and wiggled it.

  “Oh poor Simon,” she said. “I bet that is really uncomfortable.”

  I moaned with frustration.

  She reached behind her back and undid her bra.

  “Anyway, Celeste and I talked for a long time on the phone today, and she was quite clear that it shouldn’t stop me from enjoying our sex life as normal.”

  She pulled my head down to her breast and I took her nipple into my mouth.

  “She said that it would be frustrating for you, but you would be happy to pleasure me.”

  She pulled my face away from her breast and flopped onto her back on the bed, gazing up at me. She looked adorable.

  “And she said that if you seemed grumpy at all, I should just remind you who has the key to your cage,” she said, and she grasped the little golden key in her hand.

  “I remember,” I said.

  “Good,” she said. “Then come here.”

  She patted the bed next to her. I lay down and she drew me to her. She kissed me tenderly. I stroked her face and covered her face with little kisses.

  “That’s nice,” she said. “Nice and gentle.”

  I slowly moved down her body, kissing and licking and n
ibbling as I went. I licked her breasts, then sucked her nipple and slid my hand between her legs, gently rubbing her clitoris with my fingertips.

  “Oh,” she said. “Oh keep doing that.”

  I did as she asked, until her movements against my hand became more urgent. I then eased down the bed and slowly pulled off her panties and teased her clitoris with my tongue.

  Slowly, I lapped at her, holding her in place with my hands, refusing to gratify her quickly. Eventually, when she was trembling and twisting, I took her clitoris into my mouth and slid my fingers inside her and she orgasmed powerfully.

  She pulled me up to kiss my wet mouth.

  “That was really nice,” she said. “I think you’re gentler when you’re in the cage.”

  She took it in her hand and squeezed my testicles gently.

  I moaned with quiet frustration.

  “Oh poor Simon,” she said and kissed me again.

  “I think maybe you should take the cage off for a little while,” I said.

  She laughed.

  “No way,” she said. “A deal’s a deal.”

  Then she grew serious.

  “I love you, you know.”

  “I know,” I said.

  “You know I’m doing all this for you?” she asked. “I think it’s like a fun adventure for you. For me, too, but mostly for you.”

  “I know,” I said.

  “If you really want me to unlock you I can do it right now,” she said. “We can forget this cuckold fantasy thing entirely.”

  “I know we can,” I said.

  “I’m pretty sure Dave was right,” she said. “We can play with this fantasy but it’s only a game, and if it seems like it’s getting out of hand, we should stop immediately.”

  “I agree,” I said. “But I don’t feel like that’s the case.”

  “Me neither,” she said. “I think it’s fun.”

  She took my testicles in her hand.

  “And on Sunday, I’m going to let you out of this nasty cage,” she said. She kissed me sensuously.

  “And after I unlock you, you’re going to watch Dave put his big cock inside me.”

  I moaned and trembled in her hands.

  “And then, after he’s done with me, I’ll let you fuck me,” she said. “Is that what you want?”

  “Oh, yes,” I said, and rubbed myself against her hand.

  It was deliciously frustrating.

  “I’m a bit nervous about it,” she said. “His cock is so big.”

  She pulled my hand back to her vagina.

  “You think it will fit in my little pussy?” she asked.

  I moaned at the thought. I rubbed her clitoris in my fingers.

  “Mm,” she murmured and wrapped her tongue around mine.

  I stroked her gently until it was time to lick her again. As I lapped at her, I kept thinking about Dave putting his penis in her. I tugged at the cage as I licked her to orgasm.

  We cuddled and kissed afterwards, and it was tender and nice, and eventually my erection subsided and we got up and got dressed and had dinner.

  On Saturday morning, she asked me to take her to the mall.

  Once we were there, she led me by the hand straight to an expensive lingerie shop. I didn’t realize that was the plan until we were entering the shop.

  “Um, what’s up?” I said.

  She turned and winked.

  “Guess,” she said.

  “You want some new lingerie?”

  “Guess for what occasion,” she said.

  I swallowed, realizing what she had in mind.

  “For tomorrow?”

  “Yes,” she said, and kissed me. “Celeste thought it would be fun if you picked it out. She said Mariko makes Toshiro do it.”

  “Wow,” I said, standing in the doorway. I was suddenly reminded of the cage by a persistent throbbing in my groin.

  “I want to find something nice,” she said.

  I followed her meekly into the store, and she browsed.

  “What do you think?” she said, picking up a package containing a cream-colored thong and lacy bra. “Do you think he would like this?”

  The cute young blond salesgirl was, I think, too far away to hear what Anne was saying, but I blushed all the same, and mumbled. Anne grinned and winked at me.

  She snapped her fingers.

  “You know what?” she said. “I think I should get stockings.”

  She poked around the stocking section then, and showed me garters and stockings and matching bra and panty sets.

  “I might as well go all out sex toy for this,” she said. “I mean that’s the situation, right? I’m basically there for his pleasure. It’s pretty slutty. Might as well make it clear.”

  She picked up a white stocking and garter set.

  “I think this is nice,” she said. “Kind of virginal, or bridal, but the bra is pretty skimpy.”

  Then she chose a scarlet set.

  “This is sluttier, and red suits me.”

  She held the two sets up and leaned back.

  “You pick,” she said. “Which outfit should I wear tomorrow? Which do you think will please Dave?”

  I blushed and said they were both nice.

  She shook her head and held them both up and waited.

  I looked back and forth.

  “The white,” I said.

  “Really?” she said, holding them up. “You think he’ll like them?”

  “I am sure of it,” I said.

  She kissed me and handed them to me.

  “Thanks,” she whispered in my ear. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

  I have no idea what the salesgirl thought of the blushing man buying the white lingerie set while his wife waited outside, but I imagined that she somehow knew, and I felt flustered as I paid.

  When we got home, she made me sit on the couch and went into the bedroom, then came out to model them for me, striding back and forth like a runway model in stockings, skimpy bra and panties. She looked like a lingerie model.

  “You think he’ll like them?” she asked.

  I grinned.

  “They look amazing,” I said.

  She stood in front of me, her hands on her hips.

  “God,” she said. “This is making me really hot. I’d better get these off before I make a mess in them.”

  She hooked her fingers under the waistband of the panties and then stopped herself.

  “Actually,” she said. “Why don’t you come over here and do it.”

  I stood up and moved to grab her ass.

  “No,” she said, pushing me back. “On your knees.”

  Gulp. She was serious.

  I dropped to my knees and gazed up at her.

  She stepped toward me.

  “Help me out of these,” she said.

  I reached up and drew down her panties and she stepped out of them.

  I was staring at her vagina, which was covered by light brown stubble.

  “Do you want to lick it?” she asked, and rubbed her clitoris lightly, inches from my face.

  She looked stunning, her sex framed by the white stockings, which cut ever so slightly into the skin of her thighs.

  “I do,” I said.

  “Say please,” she said.

  “Please,” I said.

  She stepped forward and held my head in her hands. I lifted my hands to cradle her ass cheeks. I licked her and she pushed against my mouth, kind of roughly. I stretched my tongue inside her and she thrust herself against me rhythmically, sighing. Before long, she came with a growl.

  Then she dropped to her knees and took my face in her hands. She gave me a long, loving kiss. Not erotic but emotional.

  “I love you,” she said. “This is really hot for me. Are you OK? Is it too intense? Am I being too dominant? Is it weird for you?”

  “No,” I said, and I kissed her. “I mean it is weird, but it’s exciting.”

  “Is it sometimes too intense?” she asked.

  “Not re
ally,” I said. “Or it is but that’s the point.”

  “I think we should have a safe word,” she said. “So if you start to feel like things are getting … ”

  “I know what a safe word is,” I said.

  “Little Guy,” she said.

  “What?” I said.

  “Do you like it?” she said. “That’s your safe word.”

  “Little Guy?” I said.

  “Yeah,” she said. “If you feel like things are getting too intense, say that.”

  I thought about it.

  She pushed away from me and unclasped her bra.

  “Come here,” she said. “Come here, Little Guy.”

  She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom and sat me down on the bed.

  She stood in front of me with her breasts in front of my face.

  “Want to suck my tits?” she said. “Say please.”

  “Please,” I said.

  She put her left hand behind my head and grasped my hair. She held her left breast in her right hand. She held my mouth an inch from her nipple. I opened my mouth.

  “Don’t move,” she said, and rubbed her nipple on my tongue, holding me away and then finally letting me suck her nipple for a moment or two.

  She turned and had me suck her other nipple.

  “Try your safe word,” she said, as she put it in my mouth.

  I wanted to keep sucking her but she pulled away.

  “Say it,” she said.

  “Little Guy,” I said.

  She leaned over and kissed me.

  “That’s it,” she said.

  Then she started to get dressed. She was going to see her friend Nelu, she told me. She would be back soon.

  When she came back she was tired and we went to bed and I held her against me, thinking about the day to come.

  4

  Consummation

  The next morning we drank coffee and both went for runs. When I finished my run, she was in the shower.

  “Hey,” she said, and pulled me in with her.

  We kissed under the hot water and I soaped her. Then she soaped me, paying special attention to my cage, business-like. I wanted her badly.

  “OK,” she said. “Want to help me shave?”

  She reached for her little razor and a can of shaving cream.

  “You have to be really careful, OK?”