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Fall 2016. It looks like I could touch the beam of moonlight angling across my room as I watch the tiny dust particles floating through it. I just heard town clock tower chime three times, but I’m not tired yet. I'm afraid this part will be hard for me, but I'm sure my doctors would say I'm making progress if I can talk about it, we'll see. Although, it has been really nice reminiscing! Here's the rest of my story.

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After our relaxing Sunday, Lori went to aerobics Monday, and she even seemed glad to have the girls over for Tuesday sewing/girls night. I didn’t figure we would do Wednesday porn night but Lori was all for it, and I was surprised by the videos she picked out towards the end of the night. Hubby's getting their 'Hot Wives' ready for a night out, or date night. I could tell she was gauging my reaction, but I didn’t say anything thinking it might be too soon. We even had a good hard fuck session after watching those videos.

Friday, April 8, 2016. When I got home from work, Lori was in a good mood and gave me a lot more than a peck on the cheek when I came into the kitchen. We had a nice dinner and a relaxing evening but tomorrow was 'girls night out,' and we hadn’t talked about the club since Monday when I asked how things went at aerobics. Lori told me it felt good to get a workout, and she was glad to see the girls, but she wasn't sure how she would feel about going to the club.

About eight that evening, Lori came out of the den with a big smile on her face as she strode into the living room and hopped onto my lap going right for a deep passionate kiss. Then she stood and took my hand as she pulled me out of my chair, and lead me to the bedroom saying, “I think you need to remind me again, baby.” She had a point, it had been a while since I gave her the royal treatment, and I pulled out all the stops. Lori was speechless for quite some time as we lay there gazing into each other's eyes, basking in the afterglow. But something wasn’t adding up, it seemed too soon to put the events of two weeks ago behind us.

I took Lori's hand and gently squeezed, “I’m not complaining, honey, but have you really put everything behind you, or are you just putting on a front for me?" I asked, "Be honest!”

Lori satisfied face morphed into a soft smile, “I’m fine, baby, Mistress Katrina and I have talked several times this week, and she has really helped me get a handle on things,” she replied.

I gave her a questioning look asking, “Is that why you played those videos Wednesday night, to test me, because of something Katrina told you?” 

Lori raised her eyebrows with a chortle as she gave my balls a playful twist saying, "That's 'Mistress Katrina' to you, and yes, baby, I wanted to see your reaction. Mistress Katrina said I had opened a door I can’t close, and I may as well get out in front of things. She also said it was very important not to give up my control.”

I wasn't sure what that meant. “I never wanted you to give up your control,” I said, asking, “and what do you mean by, you opened a door you can't close?”

“Okay, you know Mistress Katrina has helped me plan many of our play sessions over the years, and she knows you as well as I do. She told me what to expect, and the things that you will want. She said I must take control of those needs, for your own good, and that’s why I played those videos Wednesday night. I know how much you want to be my obedient little cuck, and from now on, you will be. Do you understand, Hubby!” Sandra said sternly.

I was blown away as I tried to process what she just said, answering the only way I could, “Yes, Dear.”

Sandra gazed into my eyes with her evil controlling grin saying, “That's a good little cuck, and tomorrow night you will get your 'Hot Wife' ready to go out clubbing!” I wasn’t sure about that knowing how quickly she can change, but I did have a raging hard-on, and Sandra gripped it tightly growling, “You made quite a mess, Hubby... clean it up!" The harsh edge in her voice sent a shiver down my spine and I dove on her creamy pussy eager to slurp up every drop as she added, "And you will make me cum again!”

Saturday, April 9, 2016. Everyone was meeting at Rick and Kristin’s tonight, and I was looking forward to preparing my 'Hot Wife' to go out clubbing, but I wasn’t sure if that would really happen. Lori was on a cleaning binge, and I could tell she still had some apprehension about going out. But I tried not to dwell on it and spent most of the day working out in the Pole barn doing maintenance on our cars and getting Tinker-bell ready for summer.

It was about six when I came in the house to the smell of a roast in the oven with all the fixings. Lori was putting away dishes and she heard me come up behind her, “You put your cold hands on me, and your balls will regret it!” she sternly warned, then turned around smiling and we kissed. I was glad to see her in a good mood as she squeezed my cold hands saying, “Go get a shower, baby, then we need to discuss the ground rules for the club tonight.”

I nodded and squeezed her hands saying, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, baby, now go get your shower,” Lori said with a very serious look.

I got in the shower with a lot of questions on my mind, and when I returned to the kitchen, Lori was sitting at the gourmet counter waiting for me, looking calm and collected. I was feeling pretty nervous not knowing how all this would go, “Okay, I’m ready to talk, but I have some questions,” I said as I took my seat.

Lori smiled thinly replying, “What do you wanna know?”

“What exactly did you mean when you said, ‘you opened a door you can’t close.’ You were pretty vague last night.”

“Okay… look, we have been playing out cuckold scenarios for years, and I’ve always wanted to keep our playtime just between us. But that all changed when I crossed the line at the club, and Mistress Katrina told me that eventually, you would want your fantasy fulfilled and to be honest... I’ve always wanted to do that with you. I just had no idea how to go about it, I’ve always been scared you would leave me if I actually brought another man into our lives,” Lori said, not looking quite so calm and collected now.

That gave me plenty to think about. “Um... actually, I hadn’t even considered that until just now. I guess I was only thinking about it as your playtime and your fantasies. I had no idea my humiliation fantasy turned you on. I always thought you did those things just because I liked them.”

Lori took my hand smiling like a weight had been lifted. “I’ve told you many times, lots of things turn me on, and there are still many of them I wouldn’t do,” she said.

I got the feeling she has wanted to admit how she really felt for a long time as I squeezed her hands saying, “I’m glad you’re being honest with me, honey, and that sure gives me a lot to think about.”

“I’m sure it does, but we need to set some ground rules for girl's night out,” she said looking at me expectantly.

“I thought you were in control, and you make the rules,”  

“No, baby, Mistress Katrina told me because you can’t be at the club and use the safe word, we have to agree on what is and isn‘t Okay. I’m serious... think very carefully about what would make you uncomfortable enough to say the safe word if you were there.”

Lori was looking deep into my eyes trying to gauge how I was taking all this. “I don’t know... it’s hard for me to imagine anything you could do that would upset me, short of leaving me for some guy you met at the club. Hell, since the first girls night out Houseboy has been telling me how you go into the men’s room and suck guys off while getting nailed from behind with a line at both ends waiting their turn,” I said rather matter-of-factly.

Lori grinned at that saying, “I understand, but I need concrete limits so I know where the line is without question. I can’t bear to hurt you, baby, just think about it. Oh... and you have about an hour.”

“Ha-ha very funny, and I know what you're saying, honey. Just promise you will always come home to me and love me no matter what you do with your play time. Oh yeah, and promise you’ll always tell me every dirty little detail,” I said with a big shit-eating grin.

Lori rolled her eyes saying, “Okay, smart ass, but don’t complain when your 'Hot Wife' comes home with a blown out cunt full of cum after fucking every guy at the club!” I must have pushed Sandra’s button because I saw the change cross her face as she began cruelly berating me with her evil smile. “And don’t get cocky, or after you get me ready to go out, you will stay home and scrub the bathroom with a toothbrush. Now, go put your cage on, and from now on you will wear it on ‘girl's night out.’ Do you understand, Hubby!”

“Yes, Dear,” I replied as I headed off thinking, sure give me a hard-on, then tell me to put my cage on!

I was almost to our room when Sandra called out, “Oh yeah, and while you’re at it layout my blue dress, push-up bra, garter belt, stockings and panties, hubby!" Then she laughed loudly knowing she just made my cock get even harder.

“Yes, Dear,”

I laid out the blue dress she wore on her first girls night out, somehow it seemed appropriate, and I took my time laying out her lacy push-up bra, black seamed stockings and garter belt trying to let my cock get soft. But I didn’t bother getting out any panties and was still about half-mast as I got out my cage and her lock. I had learned the hard way, (pun intended), that hand lotion works great and keeps the cage from chafing.

I went to the bathroom and slipped on the ball ring, then lotioned and slipped on my cage, carefully aligning the cage pins with the holes in the ball ring, making sure not to pinch any skin. I had just clicked the lock shut when I heard Sandra call out, “Dinner's almost ready so quit 'whacking off' and put on your cage, Hubby.”

“It’s on, Dear, I’ll be right out,” I replied. But first, there was something I wanted to check, it's been bugging me since Lori went out in her little club dress. I quickly went to her dresser and opened her little club purse, credit card, lipstick and license. Huh, no ankle chain, I’ll have to do something about that before the next girls night out.

I figured I'd better get moving and when she saw me coming through the living room, she started laughing. I think it was Lori judging by her laugh, and I tried to look offended as I got to the gourmet counter saying, “What... you told me to put it on.”

It was definitely Lori as she put her hands over her face, trying to compose herself and then tried to pull off Sandra saying, “I guess I was expecting clothes, Hub... ” and burst into full-out howling laughter.

I was finding it hard to keep a straight face, “Well, I guess you should have said that. I thought you wanted all our friends to see what a pussy whipped loser I am,” I replied as she held her stomach in obvious pain from laughing so hard.

Lori finally slowed to random te-he's and chuckles saying, “I love you so much, now go put some clothes on, baby!”

I went to get dressed and when I returned it was nice to see Lori with a happy rosy glow on her face. We ate dinner quietly contemplated our own versions of how the night might play out, and smiling whenever we made eye contact, but there was some tension in the air. I helped clear the dishes and was putting away the leftovers when Lori finally spoke, “I’ve already had my bath, Hubby, maybe next time, but now it’s time for you to get your 'Hot Wife' ready to go out clubbing!” That was definitely Sandra, and my cock was straining against my cage by the time she said 'ready to go out clubbing!'

I started for the bedroom with Sandra right behind me, and she smacked my ass hard goosing me forward, “Come on, Hubby, I can’t wait to have those hard young cocks throat fucking me in the men's room, I can just taste all that hot cum, Mmm-yum! I might even bring you home a special treat, Hubby!” she said with an evil little cackle, obviously getting off on making my cock painfully hard in my cage.

Sandra sat on the bed, and I slipped off her T-shirt and pants then got on my knees with my hands behind my back and waited for her instructions like a good cuck as she surveyed her garments. “Start with the garter belt,” she said with a Queen's superiority. I fastened it around her waist and awaited my next instruction as she leaned back on elbows and extended her leg's high into the air  with her feet a shoulders width apart, pointing her toes, “Stockings.” I carefully rolled them on, so I didn’t make any runs as she playfully rubbed and spread her pussy lips with a naughty smile, watching my painfully tight cock cage bulging out my pants!

Sandra stood and turned around arching her back and wiggling her ass saying, “Make sure my seams are straight, Hubby, that drives real men wild!” I adjusted her seams and clipped her garter straps, making sure the lace tops were even, just in case! She turned, and I clipped her front garter straps, adjusting them to keep her stockings tight and wrinkle-free.

Sandra looked back at the bed and put her hands on her hips saying, “Panties!” with a stern disapproving tone!

“Well, I’ve been repeatedly told, by a reliable source, that panties do not impede determined young men, so I figured why bother, Dear,” I replied with a sheepish grin.

Sandra raised her eyebrows saying, “Fine, although some men find sliding their fingers under them quite arousing,” as she pointed at her push-up bra with a devilish grin and held her arms forward. I slipped her bra on and fastened it, getting very handsy as I positioned her tits in the cups and adjusted her shoulder straps making sure her cleavage was just right, then took my place awaiting my next instruction.

Sandra casually strode to the vanity. “Now, I'm going to do my makeup, and you will polish my fuck-me pumps, you know, my black leather ones with the red souls. I told Kristin I was wearing them so we can match," she said adding, "It’s funny how so many men are turned on by shoes, it must be a guy thing,” with a snickering little laugh, knowing that all her shoes were driving me wild as I retrieved her pumps from the closet, let alone what putting them on her would do to me.

I dutifully got out the shoe-polishing kit and got to work saying, “You know, Dear, I really wish we had been doing this all along,” as I was polishing her pumps to mirror-like perfection.  

She turned and looked at me with a sad smile, “I know, baby, and just so you don’t get your hopes up I’m going to stick with the girls, and dance with Eric tonight. I’m really not in the mood to play, but I always love playing with you, and this really is a lot of fun... Hubby!”

“I love to play with you too, honey, and yes this is a lot of fun... Dear,” I replied with a pained smile as I rearranged my cage.

Sandra had finished her makeup as I was put away the polishing kit and when I turned around, she was waiting on the bed with her arms up saying, "Don't smear my makeup, Hubby." I carefully slipped her dress on, and she held her perfect stocking clad legs out. My cage suddenly got very tight as I knelt and slipped her pumps onto her perfect feet with a reverent kiss on the tip of each pointy toe.

She stood and started smoothing out her dress as I went to her dresser saying, “You forget something,” and retrieved her long silver necklace with her key!

I could tell it was Lori looking at me wide-eyed and blushing sputtering, “I can’t wear that out with the girls,” as I returned with her key.

I slipped the necklace over her head saying, “Sure you can, you would be surprised at how many people don’t have a clue what this really is,” as I tucked it into her cleavage. The key hung about two inches below the bust line of her blue dress, “There, it won’t even show, Dear!”

She smiled softly, “You did a wonderful job of getting your ‘Hot Wife’ ready to go clubbing, Hubby! But it’s getting late, and we better get going,” she said and gave me a soft wet kiss making my cock instantly strain against my cage.

Rick was having another Texas hold-em night, and we were the last ones there for a change, but we weren’t late, and everyone cheerfully greeted us as we came through the door. The whole gang was there, even Patti’s husband Pat had shown so I could take his money too. Kristen was wearing the same blouse, skirt and fuck me pumps, as their first ‘girls night out.’ Lori volunteered to drive the 'party bus' saying wouldn't be drinking anyway, and it was deja-vu as Kristin hit the remote start announcing, "The party bus leaves in five minutes. Round trip to the Wild Bull, Girls only!"

But things were definitely different for Lori and me as everyone paired up for the traditional passionate goodbye kiss. Lori was sitting in my lap at the poker table, and we kissed deeply as I slid my hand up her thigh, reminding her she didn’t have on panties just in case she forgot.

Then Lori broke our kiss and hugged me tightly whispering in my ear, “I love you so much, baby, and I will always come home to you.”

I squeezed her tightly, whispering my reply, “I love you too, honey, and I’m glad you have someone like Eric to look out for you at the club since I can’t be there,” adding, “but you know as well as I do you wouldn’t have to ask him twice, I've seen the way he looks at you.”

She pulled back and tried to look shocked but her naughty smile was pushing through, “I know!” she admitted and we started passionately kissing again.

I could hear sighs and throat clearing, and then Rick chided, “Get a room already!"

"Come on!” Kristin said impatiently.

Lori broke our kiss playfully slurring, “Hey, I’m the designated drunk, I mean driver, and I say when the party bus leaves.” Getting a roar of laughter as we kissed again.

The girls made their way out to the van, and as Lori pulled out of the driveway, we anted-up, settling in for a fierce battle as Rick passed out the beers. The time flew by as we played, and Pat surprised us all by coming from almost-busted to taking the pot a few minutes before the girls got home about quarter to one.

It felt like deja-vu, all over again, as the girls burst through the door hunting down their husbands. Lori wasn't giddy, but she did look very happy to see me as she hopped in my lap and we started kissing passionately. We just couldn't seem to stop kissing as everyone said their goodbyes and left. Finally, Kristin cleared her throat indicating we should be going.  

We broke our kiss looking deeply into each other’s eyes. “Are you ready to go home, honey?” I asked.

Lori had a sad edge in her smile, “Yes, baby, take me home.”

We said our goodbyes to Rick and Kristin, and when we got in the car I put my arm around her asking,  “How’d it go tonight, honey?" knowing it must have been hard for her to go back to the club like nothing happened.”

Lori put her head on my shoulder and snuggled against me. “It was fine, baby. Actually, things went better than I thought they would, but I’ll tell you all about it in our warm bed, Hubby!” She replied as she reached down and pushed my cock cage hard into my groin with an evil little laugh!

We came through the door quickly shedding our coats and headed straight to our room. Sandra sat on the bed as I took my place, and she gracefully lifted her legs allowing me to remove her pumps saying, “My feet are sore, Hubby.” I gently removed her fuck-me pumps and started massaging her feet as she teasingly spread her legs, a little. I could just make out her pussy lips in the narrow shadow of her dress and was quickly reminded I still had my cage on.

I was deeply massaging her arches with my thumbs as she groaned, “Oh, that feels so good, Hubby, but I need to get these stockings off.” Sandra put her feet on the floor and held her knees together, denying me any more visual pleasure as she pulled her dress up just past her garter clips. I dutifully unhooked her front garter clips and took my position as she leaned back on her elbows extending her legs straight up and pointed her toes saying, "Now you may unhook the back clips." I took a moment to admire her shapely muscular legs and let the sharp pain from throbbing cock pass.

Her hem was around her hips as she spread her legs a little, and I mindlessly unhooked her garter clips staring at her pussy. “Hubby... stockings!” Sandra sternly reminded me, and I slowly rolled her stockings off intently watching for any sign of a special treat trickling out from between her pussy lips. She knew what I was looking for taunting, “Go ahead... check,” as she spread her legs wide with a very heated slack lipid look on her face. Her pussy lips opened like a flower exposing her wet glistening canal, and I shuddered with longing as I stood there mesmerized by her overwhelming sexual prowess, acutely aware of my painfully trapped cock.

Sandra raised her eyebrows growling, “Hubby, I said check!” I quickly dropped to my knees, piercing my tongue deep into her glistening canal as I started eagerly probing, but there were no traces of cum, so I sucked in her engorged lips and attacked her juicy cherry. She began whimpering with delight and grabbed my hair as she wrapped her legs around my head, wildly grinding on my face. My cock was bucking and throbbing in my cage, and I couldn’t believe how fast her orgasm was coming on as I slowed to keep her dancing on the edge!

But it wasn’t long before her hips started quivering and her whimpering moans got that familiar catch. Then she began screaming out in ecstasy and thrusting her hips like a wild animal with each wave of her orgasm, drowning me with gushing squirts. She had never gushed like that before! Her shuddering jerks subsided, and the tension left her body as she released my hair and caressed my dripping wet face with a loving smile.

“What got you so wound up tonight, Dear?” I asked grinning from ear to ear in my drenched clothes.

“Let’s get cleaned up, and then I’ll tell you all about my night, Hubby.”

We went into the bathroom, and I slipped her dress off then peeled out of my wet clothes. When we got in the shower, Sandra got on her knees and ran her tongue all over the purple bulges of my throbbing caged cock as she teased me with her key, but she didn’t let me out. Then I groped and washed her, covering her body in heavy suds, knowing naughty boys get their mouths washed out with soapy tits and ass.

I was lovingly drying her off, but when I tried to slip a nipple into my mouth, she snatched my hair and roughly tipped my head back, waving her finger in my face sternly berating me, "Ah-ah, I didn't give you permission!" Then she let go of my hair and squeezed her tits together saying, "Now, you may suck my tits, Hubby." I took her hard nipples into my mouth and greedily suckled them as she began to whimper, but it wasn't long before she roughly snatched my head back again saying, "It's time to get in our warm bed and tell you all about my night, hubby."

We hopped into bed, and she held her arms out inviting me to cuddle. I hesitantly put my arms around her and felt her relax into me as she hooked her leg around mine saying, "It's okay Hubby!" and we fell into a passionate kiss.

 Our kiss had come to a lingering end we were looking deep into each other's eyes when I broke the silence asking, “So, your night went better than you thought it would, huh?”

“Not at first,” she replied, “On the way there, Kristin told me not to worry about Sandy’s birthday, nobody would say anything about my little show at the table. Of course, she has no idea what I did earlier that night on the dance floor, but I must have looked nervous because Kristin squeezed my arm and asked if everything was okay at home. I managed to smile and tell her everything was fine.”

I hugged her saying, “I’m sorry, honey. I was worried about you all night, I knew it would be tough.”

“I’m okay, baby, things got better," she replied, "we got a good table close to the dance floor, and I was feeling better as we all chatted waiting for the DJ to start. I was surprised when Eric showed up about nine-thirty, he usually gets there around ten when the dancing starts, and I got a little worried when he sat at the Bull-Ring bar and motioned for me to come and talk. I went to see what he wanted, and he looked serious as I took a seat. Then he asked if I was having problems at home. I told him no we were fine, and that I had little too much to drink on Sandy’s birthday and was sorry for getting out of line, figuring that’s why he asked.” She paused looking sad.

I squeezed her hand, “I thought you said things went better than you expected?”

She smiled thinly, “Yes, eventually... but then Eric grinned and said he knew I didn’t have that much to drink, and he really enjoyed the show, but that wasn't why he asked. Eric told me he was sitting in a bathroom stall at the club last weekend, and he overheard some guys talking about feeling up a hot milf in the middle of the dance floor.

Eric said one of the guys sounded really excited as he told everyone about her short silver and black dress with a zipper that went ‘all the way down the front!’ Saying, a bunch of his buddies had her surrounded in the middle of the dance floor and they had gotten her zipper down more than halfway and she was letting any guy who could reach play with her big tits as she danced and ground her little white panties on their crotches as they humped her to the music.”

Lori looked embarrassed as I grinned at her saying, “Is it wrong that I have a painfully raging hard-on in my cage right now?”

Sandra grabbed my cage hard enough to make me wince, “It better be hard... and don't interrupt me, Hubby!" she scolded, "Then Eric heard a guy he knows, Darrin, say, ‘Yeah, she let me finger-fuck her real good but the fucking dick tease ran off when I tried to fuck her!’ I just sat there speechless as he grinned at me and said, ‘So, you’re not having any problems at home, huh?’ I told Eric that you knew what I was doing, it’s a game we play, and he told me he has been coming to the club for almost three years and has made friends with lots of married ladies!”

I was having a serious, 'I told you so' moment saying, “Ah-huh, I guess your naive country boy is a bit more worldly than you thought, Dear.”

“Like I said, things turned out better than I expected," Sandra said with a naughty smile, "but we were sitting right in front of the girls, and I told Eric we should get back to the table, and act normal. He laughed, and then looked quite serious saying my secret was safe with him and we would talk later.” She paused to take a breath, but I caught my wife Lori smiling at me, and I was getting a sense of why things went better than she thought they would as she continued her recollection of the evening.

“We went back to the table, and Eric played it off like it was just another girls night at the club, and when the DJ started, we all hit the dance floor. Eric stayed in our little group, dancing with all of us, and I was getting so turned on by Eric knowing, I didn’t want to sit down for fear of getting a wet spot on my dress! Then around quarter after eleven, Eric nodded at me, and we went to talk,” she said pausing in deep thought.

I caressed her face, “It’s okay, I’m enjoying hearing about your evening, Dear,” I said with my cock painfully throbbing in my cage!

“I know, baby, I just don’t want you to get your hopes up. I don’t know how all this will work out. Katrina told me I need to take it slow with you, and this is all happening way too fast, I need to talk to her,” Lori said with an uneasy smile.

I squeezed her hands saying, “Look... honey, I have no expectations. You are in complete control, and nothing will happen unless you say so.”

Her expression softened to a timid smile, “I know, and I will tell you everything. I don’t want you to feel like I’m keeping anything from you, baby,”

Then Sandra squeezed my balls hard, and I screamed until she let go! “Just making sure you were paying attention, Hubby! Now, where was I, that’s right, Eric and I went to the dining room to talk. We found two empty stools along the wall and sat facing each other. I had swept my dress from under my ass as I sat, so I didn't get a wet spot, and I was shaking with nervous excitement as he put his hands on my knees staring at my crotch. I looked down to see my dress was almost up to my pussy as Eric pulled my legs open a few inches and said, 'I really liked your white panties, but this is much better!' with a big smile."

I slid a finger between Sandra’s soaking wet lips, and she shuddered as I gently played, but she didn’t stop me as she continued recounting her evening.

“I was tingling all over as he leaned in like he was going to kiss me, but then he hooked his finger around my necklace and pulled the key out of my cleavage asking, ‘what are the rules, Mistress?’ I was blown away that he knew I was wearing the key, and I told him what you said about the rules. He grinned saying he was glad to hear that, and then I told Eric it wasn’t, Mistress, that when we played I was, Sandra, your Hot Wife, and I asked him how he knew about the key?” she said with a serious look.

I couldn’t believe how wet she was this soon after cumming as I played, and she continued, completely engrossed in her recollection of the evening's events.

“Then Eric really blew my mind! Telling me about another Hot Wife, he had danced, flirted and talked with for about six months when he first started coming to the club. She surprised him one night by telling him she had a room at the Radisson, and her husband was out of town. Eric told me she was really wild in bed and liked to talk dirty, and the next week she came into the club dressed to kill wanting to go back to the hotel.”

I slid my finger into her dripping wet cunt saying, “I see why you said things went better than you expected, Dear,” and took a nipple into my mouth as I started fingering fucking her.

She sighed loudly saying, “Oooh... that’s nice, Hubby, and yes, It got even better. Eric told me as they got to the hotel room she whispered in his ear, that her husband had really enjoyed the show last week. Eric said he froze not sure what to say or do. But she reassured him everything was okay and explained that she had been cuckolding her husband for years and he loved it. Then she told Eric her husband liked watching from the closet, and nastier the better. Eric told me he was really nervous, but once they got started he got really turned on knowing her husband was watching, and they got really nasty!”

My cock was turning purple from being so hard, and my ball ring was painfully tight as Sandra stared at my throbbing caged-cock with a truly evil smile saying, “Oh, Hubby...! You really do like the Idea of me cuckolding you,” as she lightly raked her fingernails over the bulges pushing through the wires of my cage.

“Well, I have thought about it a few times over the last six years!” I replied through gritted teeth.

Then Sandra tightly wrapped her hand around my cage digging her nails into the sensitive blueish-purple bulges saying, “I know you have!” I let out an almost silent airy scream with my whole body shuddering from the pain as she calmly continued recounting her evening.

“Then Eric asked how Robby and Jane were doing and told me how his brothers were giving him shit about busting their ass’s back on the farm while he chased pussy at college, and before we knew it, it was time to get back to the table. I don’t know... maybe I shouldn't tell you what happened next, Hubby, you might break your cage!” Sandra said pausing with a truly evil smile!

“But… if you insist, hubby!” she said as she released my cage and gently caressed my tear covered face, “When Eric stood up, he put one hand on my shoulder and kissed me as he slowly ran his other hand up my thigh. I was shaking, as I grabbed his wrist to stop him but he kept pushing, and I didn’t really resist. I moaned into his mouth when he touched my wet lips and started gently rubbing them as he broke our kiss to tell me how much he’s wanted to bury his face in my tits since the moment he saw me, and he kissed me again as he slid two fingers into my hot cunt!”

I had that same panicked excited twist in my guts that I felt at the club, and was about to cum in my cage as she told me about Eric fingering her cunt. Sandra acknowledged my state with a flick of her eyebrows as she stared at my bucking throbbing caged cock with a look of deep arousal in her evil smile as she continued.

“I was moaning into his kiss as he fingered me and I didn’t care if anyone was watching. Then Eric pulled his fingers out and licked them saying he knew I’d be sweet. But then he got a serious look and told me he knew I wasn’t ready, saying I should talk it over with you and let him know what we decide. Then Eric took my hand and led me back to the table like every other night. I even gave him our customary peck on the cheek as we said our goodbyes, but I didn't try to sit down!”

Sandra could see I was in obvious, blissful pain, asking, “Are you okay, Hubby?” I nodded, and she kissed me soft wet and slow trying to make me cum in my cage, but I just rode that agonizing edge.

Lori broke our kiss with a loving smile saying, “Okay, baby, time to go to sleep. I will get in touch with Mistress Katrina and figure out what’s next, but don't get your hopes up just yet.” I nodded, feeling like my guts had been pureed in a blender and about fifteen minutes later drifted off into a fitful sleep as my cock stopped throbbing in my cage.

Over the next week, I couldn’t think about anything else. I could hardly concentrate at work! But we didn’t talk about it, I knew she would tell me when she was ready, one way or the other. Lori did play some of my all-time favorite 'cuckold humiliation' videos on Wednesday night, and I managed to pick up that surprise present for the next girls night out. It was a heavy sterling silver chain, adorned with a half-inch 24k gold heart, inset with a dozen real Diamonds. I couldn’t wait to give it to her.

Frida, April 15, 2016. When I got home from work, Sandra met me at the door with my cage dangling from her finger, “I have some good news, Hubby, I have a date with Eric tomorrow night," she said. I must have looked pretty shocked because she quickly took my hand saying, “It’s okay, Hubby, you can watch if you want to,” with a devilish grin.

I took a second to get my bearings, “Well, yeah... you know I want to, but I thought you said things were going too fast and you needed to talk with Mistress Katrina,” I replied with mind racing!

Sandra’s smile went from devilish to outright evil, “Oh, I have! But first, you need to put your cage on. I’m going to tease the shit out of you before tomorrow night, and no clothes unless I say, Hubby.”

My racing mind had found its direction, and it was full speed ahead, as I took the cage with a big grin on my face and went to put it on. I could tell things were about to get really interesting! I stripped, put my cage on and came back to the kitchen to find Sandra sitting at the gourmet counter smiling and naked except for her key that was hanging right where it belongs. When I walked around the counter, she was running her fingers between her pussy lips, and my cock cage quickly filled up as I took a seat intently watching.

Sandra slipped her middle finger in and her eyes fluttered as she made a little chortling moan, then she locked her eyes on me saying, “I’ve talked with Mistress Katrina a lot this week, and she told me I have to take things slow with you. She knows we have played at this for years, and you’ve seen me teasing a bunch of men at the club, but you have never actually watched another man touch me, that way!” Sandra kept fingering her pussy as she stared at me.

“I understand, so when is Eric coming over?” I asked.

“No, Eric is taking me dancing at that real swanky place by the bull, and he even reserved a VIP couch. So you will have to find a seat at the bar where you can see us,” she said and then teased, “if you want to watch,” as she slid a second finger into her pussy and whimpered. “But like I said, I’m going to take things slow and check in with you throughout the night to make sure you’re okay. I told Eric we have never fulfilled our cuckold fantasy, and I need to see how you handle us necking and maybe groping a little before we go any further."

She pushed her fingers in deep and pulled up hard as she started rubbing her G-spot. My cock was bucking, and I looked to see the bulging folds already turning purple as pre-cum dripped off the tip of my cage!

"Just so you know, hubby, I told Eric I will be going home with you, and except for girls night out, you will always be there if I’m with him. He understood, but he told me he is going home for the summer in a few weeks and he would be very disappointed if he can't have me before then,” Sandra stated as she fingered herself faster, “But right now, you need to eat my pussy, Hubby! I’m going to keep your cock straining against that cage a lot, before tomorrow night!” I quickly got to my knees and dove on her dripping wet cunt! I could tell she was looking forward to this, as much as I was.

The big day! Saturday, April 16, 2016. Like usual, she was already up when I woke up, and I went to get my coffee in just my cage. Sandra greeted me by telling me to worship her ass as she cooked breakfast. I got on my knees, and she stuck her ass out to be serviced, wiggling and purring as I licked and probed her perfect ass hole with my caged-cock raging.

Sandra flipped the bacon saying, “I hope you have Tinker-bell ready to go. It’s going to be almost eighty today, and Sally really wants to go for a ride this afternoon. She said she would love to help tease you, Hubby!”

I reluctantly pulled my tongue out of her ass, “Yes Dear, Tinker-bell is ready, and that sounds like fun!” I replied and went right back to eating her ass as she finished the bacon.

Sandra told me that she wanted to be edged today before going out with Eric, tonight, and I spent the rest of the day, groping, licking and sucking her until she almost came at least six times. Of course, it was driving me crazy too! She let me put on clothes for our drive and went full-out Sally the slut, wearing her little silver and black club dress with no panties or bra, and her zipper just wouldn't stay up!

It was almost time, and I was performing my new husbandly duties, getting my 'Hot Wife' ready for her date. I dressed her in her rose lace garter belt and matching stockings with a new rose lace push-up bra, but no panties tonight! Sandra picked out a white blouse that had just the perfect amount of cleavage to be hot and classy, and she left the key out this time.

I zipped up her mid-thigh, high slit, tight black skirt and got on my knees to put on her perfectly polished black fuck-me pumps. I slipped on her left pump and then her right, and suggestively patted my left thigh. She placed her right foot on my leg with a curious look as I pulled the ankle chain from my pocket, and Sandra lit up like a little girl at Christmas as I put it on her ankle.

“Oh, Hubby... it’s beautiful! I love it!” she exclaimed as she turned her ankle back and forth admiring it with a wide-eyed look asking, “Those aren't real, are they?”

“Oh yes, it's all real. My ‘Hot Wife’ deserves nothing less.”

“I love you so much, baby!” she said blushing as I got to my feet and we kissed passionately. But it was time to go, and Sandra broke our kiss saying, “Let’s go, Hubby, I don’t want to be late for my, hot date!”

On the way to the club, she told me if I had a problem with anything to call her. She would have her phone on vibrate, in the convenient iPhone pocket of her skirt. When we got to the club, I went in first and found a seat at the bar with a view of the VIP section, but I didn't see Eric, and when Sandra came in a few minutes later and dropped Eric's name, she was escorted to their reserved VIP couch. The waiter brought a bottle of champagne on ice, and poured her a glass, leaving an empty glass for Eric. The couch was about twenty feet away, and I nonchalantly glanced at my wife. She pretended not to see me, nervously smiling as she sipped her champagne and waited for Eric.

Eric showed a few minutes later with a red rose in his hand, but he didn't know me from Adam and walked right past me. He gave my wife the rose and he leaned in, passionately kissing her as he took her necklace between his fingers and dangled the key like a pendulum. His first 'fuck you' of what I'm sure would be many tonight.

Then Eric sat next to her and started scanning the room, obviously wondering where I was as he rubbed her thigh. She pointed me out, and he slid his hand up to the hem of her skirt as he grinned at me. I felt that uneasy twist of jealousy, but as I watched them laughing and talking while Eric rubbed her thigh and played with the hem of her skirt, I could feel my cock getting hard in my cage.

When the DJ started, my wife slipped off her heels, and they headed to the dance floor. Lori seemed at ease with Eric, and I could tell he was someone she knew and trusted as I watched them moving to the music. The DJ stuck to the top 40 playlists, and when he played, Adele's-Hello, Eric wasted no time getting his hands on her ass as they slow danced and passionately kissed. I still had that nagging panicked hollow feeling, but it was being overrun by my excitement as I watched Eric grope and kiss my wife with her arms wrapped around his neck.

A few fast-paced songs later my cock had quit throbbing in my cage, and when the set ended they came back and stood in front of the couch as Sandra slipped on her pumps. She looked over her shoulder at me, saying something to Eric and when she turned back, he gave her a passionate kiss as he grabbed the back of her thighs just below her skirt, sliding his hands up to her bare ass. Then he broke their kiss, grinning at me as he squeezed her ass one more time and sent her to check on me.

My cock was getting hard again as she approached with a concerned smile. But she wanted to stay in character as she leaned in close whispering, “I didn’t get a call, are you okay, Hubby?”

I casually adjusted my cage replying, “I’m fine, Dear. I take it Eric is a good kisser judging by that slow dance.”

My wife blushed and squeezed my hand. “I love you, baby, and yes, Eric is a good kisser, but it's just not the same.”

I returned the squeeze saying, “I know, honey, but I really am enjoying the show and I’m sure Sandra wants more than just a kiss!”

She raised her eyebrows at my statement saying, “We’ll see, Hubby. I don’t want to get kicked out of a posh club like this," adding, "but I'm sure we can keep your little pee-pee hard,” with her best evil grin, then she spun on her heels and strutted back to Eric.

Eric was waiting with a glass of champagne as she sat to his left and snuggled up to him. He questioningly tipped his head in my direction, and she assured him everything was fine. He set his glass down smiling at me as he reached down, grabbed her right ankle, and placed her foot in his lap. Eric admiringly played with her ankle chain as Sandra proudly grinned at me and sipped her champagne with her legs spread open, her pussy barely hidden in the shadow of her skirt. She set her glass down, and Eric pulled her into a hot kiss as he moved his hand from her ankle to the back of her thigh, and I watched them passionately kissing as his hand slowly disappeared into the shadow of her skirt.

Her back arched as his fingers found the promised land, and her hand slid down his chest to the bulge in his crotch, rubbing and groping as they continued their hot kissing session. I watched her hips thrusting and gyrating on his fingers with my cock painfully raging, wondering if I could actually cum in my cage purely from visual excitement. Then Sandra pulled his hand out of her skirt and brought his fingers to her mouth, licking and sucking them much to Eric’s delight as I teetered on the edge, sure I was going to cum in my pants any second!

The music started again, and they hit the dance floor giving my throbbing cock a chance to calm down. I watched as they danced kissed and groped until the set was done. then Sandra came to check on me and leaned in close whispering, “Has your little pee-pee been getting hard, Hubby?”

“Yes Dear, very hard!" I replied grinning ear to ear, "and I see Eric really likes your new ankle chain.”

She smiled brightly saying, “He said you must love your Hot Wife an awful lot to buy her such a beautiful ankle chain,” then she lovingly caressed my face as she leaned in and gave me a soft wet kiss, making my cock throb again.

It was about twelve-thirty when Sandra came to see me saying, “I’m ready to go home, Hubby,” I was more than ready, and I stood holding my elbow out as my wife proudly tucked her arm in mine. We waved at Eric as we went to get our coats, and he waved back from the couch raising his champagne glass, grinning!

On our way to the car, I started feeling a little insecure. “Do you think less of me because I didn’t stand up and defend your honor tonight?" I asked.

Lori stopped, turned to me and caressed my face saying, “Oh, no, baby! Please don’t feel that way, this is playtime. I know how much you love me, and I know you would lay down your life to protect me!” as she lovingly wrapped her arms around my neck. We fell into a passionate kiss as we held each other tight, but then she took my face in her hands, deeply scanning my eyes, “baby... if this is all too much, just tell me,” she said.

I cupped her face in my hands, “I’m okay, honey, I just needed to know you haven’t lost faith in me,” I replied.

My wife lovingly squeezed my face and smiled saying, “You know I love you more than anything in the world!” then hugged me tightly saying, “Take me home, baby.”

Lori snuggled against my arm as we drove in silence. I think we were both processing how the evening went, but after about fifteen minutes she kissed my cheek, “Are you really okay, baby?” she asked. I hesitated not sure how to explain what I was feeling, and she squeezed my arm saying, “baby, talk to me,” sounding worried.

“I’m fine, honey," I replied smiling, "I’m just not sure how to put it into words. I mean, when Eric handed you that rose, and you kissed him, I felt a hollow twist of jealousy! But as I watched him rub your thigh and saw how at ease you were talking and laughing with him, I started getting turned on, and when you two started slow dancing and necking my cock really started throbbing in my cage!”

Lori squeezed my arm and snuggled against my shoulder saying, “I love you, baby, and I got really turned-on thinking about how everything Eric and I did was affecting you.”

I put my hand on her thigh and playfully pushed up her skirt, “Well, I have to admit, when Eric put your foot in his lap and played with your chain as you gave me that evil smile. I mean, damn, honey, my cock was bucking and throbbing as I watched his hand slip under your skirt, and when your body arched at the feel of his fingers sliding into your pussy I almost came in my cage,” I said as I slipped a finger into her soaking wet cunt with my cock painfully throbbing again!

“I’m glad you liked it because I really want to see Eric again, and I don’t mean on girls night out!”

I ran my finger up between her lips and circled her clit teasingly chiding, “I thought you said Eric wasn’t that good of a kisser.”

Lori gave a shuddering moan then caught her breath replying, “I said he wasn’t as good as you, Hubby. But he has a huge cock, and I can’t wait to make you watch him fuck me!” I was so turned on by her bluntness, I pulled to the shoulder and came to a screeching halt as we started kissing like sex-crazed teenagers while I wildly finger-fucked my wife. We stopped kissing to catch a breath as she writhed on my pounding fingers breathlessly asking, “I take it that’s a yes, Hubby?” already knowing the answer!

“Yes, Dear.”