Chapter 9: Sunday Evening

It was 11pm on Sunday night, I felt like I’d run 5 marathons, one after the other. I was exhausted, a nervous reck, confused, and ultimately scared. My wife left me behind as she went out with her stranger, or boyfriend as Michelle kept reminding me, over 24 hours ago. The communication from Emily had been non-existent to me today. The only thing telling me what was going on was that Twitter feed and that had dried up in the last few hours.

There was one video, a gif thing, on Twitter that I kept looking back at. My wife was sitting on a sofa, dressed sexily, her body language relaxed but undeniably seductive. Across from her was her ... boyfriend? His posture was confident, assertive. They were close. The video looped a kiss, not a casual peck, not something thrown together in the heat of the moment. It was deliberate and intense. Emily’s hands moved instinctively, wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, her fingers threading through his hair like she belonged there. I could practically hear the faintest moan escape her as the kiss deepened. Her body seemed to mould against his. It was like she was fully lost with him, in that moment. The kiss lingered, lasting nearly the entire 15 seconds. I wanted to stop watching, but I couldn’t, I let it loop and loop. When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, her face flushed, and she had that small, satisfied smile on her face that used to be for me. It was like she had forgotten the camera was even there, like this was just for him. It made my cock hard as iron. This is what I wanted. Wasn’t it?

Originally, we’d said that she’d be back by 1pm today, but that turned into ‘We’ll let you two decide’ just before they left. Michelle had turned up here at 9pm. She was full of energy and excitement. I had a feeling she’d been kept in the loop a lot more than I. She wouldn’t answer any of my questions and had instead spent the last few hours with her head glued to her phone, fingers typing away furiously. She kept giggling to herself, it was extremely irritating as I was in the dark as to what was going on and very uncomfortable in this fucking contraption she made me wear. For the last 2 hours, she’d simply ignored me, sitting opposite me with her phone stuck in her face. I was uncomfortable, both physically and emotionally.

Physically, because, just after she’d arrived she handed me a box telling me it was a surprise that I needed to put on right away. The small box had me thinking woman’s panties or something, which I was game for. However on opening it, I instantly recognised the strange tangle of transparent hard plastic. It was a cock cage. I’d seen videos and obviously read stories about these, but had never in my life considered I’d have one in my hands. Let alone one that she expected me to wear. I’d argued.

“Michelle, I know what this is. This isn’t something I want to do.”

She’d laughed, “Doesn’t matter Chris. Your beautiful, loving wife is out there somewhere doing everything that you wanted. You need to do something for her.”

“She doesn’t want me to wear this. She probably doesn’t even know what it is.”

She’d gotten rather cross at my reply. “Fuck me Chris. Seriously?” she stood up at this point. “So you expect your wife to let all these strange men put their dirty cocks inside her. Spew their seed inside her, use her like some kind of fuck doll. Then have to carry a baby, her body changing again for nearly a year. Then to have to spend the next 20 years bringing it up.” She really let loose, spitting more out. “She’s had her nipples ruined for you, her pussy ruined for you, her tits ruined for you, her skin marked and you wont put a fucking cock cage on?”

I didn’t reply. I mean what could I say?

So here I was sitting in my living room, with this strange plastic feel at my crotch, wondering if my wife was ok? I really didn’t like the fact that it had a fucking padlock to it and Michelle had decided that she’d give the key to Emily. I’m pretty sure I could pick the lock if I needed to, though it was in a very tricky to get to place. Or maybe a well placed hammer could free me if I wanted to, though I didn’t want to think about a hammer being swung around down there.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, more of a strange, constant feeling. I felt it, there, with every movement I made. I’d swear I could hear the material of my pants and trousers moving across it, though I don’t think that was real. I’d also checked that it didn’t bulge too much when I stood. If anything it made my ‘package’ look a little bigger, which I had no complaint about. Though if someone rubbed against me, I’d have some explaining to do. I’d not gotten hard yet, so I didn’t know what that was going to become. Though it didn’t take long for me to find that out.

She Arrives

At a few minutes past 11, Emily walked into the house, closing the front door behind her and almost staggering into the living room. She stopped in the doorway and looked at me. I was surprised at her outfit, a white, sheer, see-through backless halter top and black latex mini skirt with a side slit. She looked slutty, I felt myself stirring right away. But before I had a chance to really take any of it in, Michelle had bounced up and was in front of her blocking my view. She wrapped her arms around her, “Ohhh god, you are delicious.” She briefly pulled her tight, before releasing her and clutching my wife’s head as she kissed her.

I thought I couldn’t be surprised any more but Emily’s arms raised up around Michelle’s body drawing her into the embrace as they kissed. It wasn’t a light peck on the lips. They went at it. Their heads at the right angle so that their mouths could really engage. I was dumb struck as I watched my wife and her best friend engage in a lovers, lesbian kiss. I stood and shuffled towards them and to the side, I needed to embed this into my mind.

I watched as if in slow motion. Michelle now with one hand at the back of my wife’s head, her other hand was roughly mauling Emily’s tit. My wifes arms were dancing around Michelle’s back, their faces mashed together as they noisily exchanged the kiss. The fact Emily had easily jumped into this shocked me. She didn’t have to warm up to it, she just leapt straight in. Lips and tongues sliding, and hands and arms feeling.

It was at that point that I detected my wife’s aroma. I couldn’t place any of it, apart from she smelt dirty. It was a heady mix of sweat and smoke. God where had she been and what had she done? I looked behind her at the front door, where was her bag?

The sound of the kiss being replaced with panting drew my eyes back to the women. They’d separated and were both catching their breath. Emily looked at me, her eyes, though alert, betrayed a tiredness to them. It was like she was fighting exhaustion. I didn’t have to ask if she was ok, the look of concern clearly on my face giving it away. She nodded and smiled at me.

I wanted to hug her, have a moment to reconnect but Michelle had other ideas. “Did you have fun?” She giggled, not waiting for her to answer. “Of course you did.” She turned my wife around and lightly pushed her. “God, your antics make me so horny.” Her hand guiding my wife, as she directed her towards the stairs. “Tell me how many loads of nigger seed have you had?”

As they reached the stairs, my wife mumbled “I dunno, a lot.”

Michelle laughed loudly, “At least 30 loads from my count.” They started up the stairs and Michelle continued to taunt her, “You dirty slut, making up for lost time.” As they rounded the top of the stairs and out of my view Michelle finished with “Have you been smoking as well. God you stink, you tramp.” Then I heard the bedroom door close and what sounded like Emily saying “He likes it.”

I stood there, in the doorway, my mind still very much laser focused on the kissing the two women just carried out. What did that mean? Why did Michelle suddenly instigate that? Had something happened while Emily was out that had given Michelle the idea? Come to think of it, what had Emily gotten up to? What exactly had she done? 30 cum loads in her? That couldn’t be right. That was so dangerous. What did that man make her do? Why on earth had she let him? My god what was my wife becoming?

Again I had the thought. This is what I wanted. Wasn’t it?

I took a break and leaned on the door frame, groaning as my cock tried to bend the strong plastic of its cage. The flesh hurt nearly as much as my balls ached. My hands on auto pilot darted to my trousers, inside the waistband trying to move my cock to get more comfortable. This thing was torture, now it dug into me and hurt. Maybe I needed a bigger size, was it too small for me?

My pain was quickly forgotten when I heard a moan from the bedroom. But it wasn’t a moan that I recognised. A woman in pleasure, but not my woman. What was going on? I focused on the new sounds filling the house trying to work out what was happening up there. I was struggling to picture it when there was a knock on our front door.

At this time of the night, what and who was that? I turned to the door, aware of the muffled sex sounds coming from above me, deeper in the house and hoped that whoever it was would be gone quickly. I could just ignore this late night caller.

But they knocked again, this time more impatient. No, I couldn’t simply ignore whoever this was. As I opened the door I half expected to see the police, but certainly not a scruffy black kid. He couldn’t have been much over 18, tall and wiry. Before I could say anything he started to move forward towards me and asserted, “Michelle said to come in and head upstairs.”

God darn, another one of them? Already? Couldn’t I get a second with my wife? He lightly brushed past me, not really taking me in at all as he started to bounce up the stairs in an eager jog.

Closing our front door to the night I shook my head, wondering if this was our new life? How long would this go on for? Where the hell did Michelle find them?

From the top of the stairs the sounds of a woman moan got louder followed by this new boy’s voice, “Fuck, me now we’re talking. Hey momma” and a loud slap, a hand on an ass cheek? A woman squeaked, that one I recognised, my wife. Then instantly another moan, from Michelle? I took a moment to try to get my head around what was happening up there. I couldn’t visualise it. What was going on?

As started up the stairs, I heard my wife moan, “Ohhhh gggooddddd aggggaaaaiinnn ummmmmm” followed quickly by Michelle’s voice panting, “Yes now get back to it” and a moan, muffled sound and a grunt that confused me even more.

Luckily I’d just reached the top of the stairs and turned to see our bedroom door open. I gasped, as again I was gobsmacked at what I was seeing. It was a tangle of bodies that took me a moment to visually untangle.

The black boy stood at the foot of our bed. He was still fully dressed but I had a feeling his cock was out and in. His large, dark hands were beautifully contrasted on my wife’s naked hips. Emily was naked on all fours on our bed. The extra surprise though was that her face was buried in Michelle’s pussy.

She was struggling to keep her face in her best friend’s pussy. The thrusting that the boy was doing was causing her body to move in time with his very obvious fucking. Michelle was moaning, clearly enjoying what my wife was doing to her, her hands lightly trying to hold my wifes head in place. This scene blew my mind maybe more than any of the other things that had come before it. I’d known Michelle for over 20 years, Emily and her pretty much grew up together. Seeing her being eaten out by my wife was so out of character it was the universe imploding.

So much so that I staggered against the door frame and gasped, “Holy fuck.”. Michelle and the new black guy both looked in my direction and grinned. Jezus, this was crazy.

The black bloke spoke to me as he continued to slide his considerable cock back and forth into my wifes well used pussy. “Ya wife’s a fine ho, white boy.” I smirked back at him and nodded a thank you. He turned back as he let me know, “She be a fucking mess down here though.” and he chuckled, while looking down at the business in hand.

My cock strained against the cage, my world spun. Never in a million years would I have imaged the scene before me. Was Emily now a lesbian? One that still liked cock in her from time to time? This isn’t what I wanted or expected. I mean none of this was what I expected at all. I dreamed of all sorts but never thought it would happen. Even watching the light glint off her oversized nipple rings, was a reminder of how deep we’d come. Her tits bouncing all over the bed as she was moved around by her two lovers. The contrast of the black boy’s hands on her creamy white, full, hips. The best friend moaning through an obvious orgasm as she called her all sorts of names, whilst my wife’s tongue continued working wonders.

It was too much for me, my legs buckled and I slid down the door frame, trying to catch my breath and calm my heart beat. The noises from the bed reached a crescendo as more orgasms were shared. Sure enough the boy fucking my wife was now still. No doubt holding his cock as deep as possible as it delivered its seed as close as possible to the womb to try and do its work. I closed my eyes and listened to the noises of them collectively panting.

Michelle breathing to Emily, “You good slag, taking another load to get you nicely bred.”

The boy grunting, “Take it you white ho.””

And my wife moaning a long drawn out “Yesssss”, in answer to both of them.

Everything was soon quiet so I opened my eyes. Emily had collapsed on her side, Michelle was moving up off the bed and the boy was staying attached to my wife. As Michelle moved off the bed, I had a glimpse of her pussy, another first. It was glistening as she pulled her knickers back in place and pulled her skirt back down.

I cast my eyes back towards my wife on the bed. She was facing me and looking at me, her eyes locked onto mine. I was trying to read what she was thinking, to understand what was going on in her world. She wasn’t smiling at me, she didn’t smirk, she looked tired, ready for sleep. I didn’t blame her, I was in the same boat. Ready for a sleep, a rest, a fitful night of crazy dreams as my brain tried to package the last few days up.

The boy behind and sort of on top of her kissed her shoulder, she didn’t react to him, instead maintaining her eyes on me. I smiled at her, to try to reassure her that we were ok. She didn’t react to that either.

But then her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened as she gasped. Looking down her body I could see that he was moving. His body now pushing up against her. Then he relaxed and pushed up, again she gasped. He was starting to try to fuck her again. My mind rang ‘youth’ and I smirked to myself.

My wife, however, moved a little, putting a hand towards him, “No, I can’t.”

He ignored her and pushed forward again at the same time he kissed her shoulder again and moved his trail of kisses across her arm.

She moaned, again “Guuugg, stop.”