Old Flame Pt 2

Ellie pushed open the front door just after 9 a.m., stepping into the house with a radiant, well fucked glow that lit up the entire hallway. Her blonde hair was slightly tousled, her skin flushed with that unmistakable post-sex radiance. The short beige ribbed dress clung to her curves, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs. She still had that satisfied, dreamy smile on her face as she closed the door behind her.

Neil had been pacing the living room all morning. He’d barely slept, his tiny caged cock throbbing uselessly against its cruel confines every time he pictured what was happening. When he heard the door, he rushed over, heart hammering.

“Ellie…” His voice cracked as he took her in. She looked incredible, more alive and beautiful than she had in months.

She smiled at him warmly, stepping forward to cup his face with both hands. “Hi, baby. Miss me?”

Before he could answer, she pulled him into a deep kiss. He could taste the faint trace of sake and something unmistakably masculine on her lips. When she pulled back, she took his hand and guided it slowly up under her dress. His fingers brushed her bare, sticky pussy. No panties. She was soaked and absolutely dripping with thick, warm cum.

“Matt didn’t use a condom,” she whispered against his ear, voice husky. “He came inside me so many times last night… I lost count. I’m still full of him.”

Neil’s knees nearly buckled. His locked cock strained painfully as he felt another man’s seed leaking down his wife’s thighs.

Ellie kissed him again, softer this time. “Don’t look so worried, sweetheart. I still love you. I chose you. You’re my husband. You take care of me, you make me feel safe and loved. That hasn’t changed.”

She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, still glowing, her cheeks flushed.

“But I’m not giving up Matt. Not anymore. The sex last night was… God, it was exactly what I needed. He fucked me for hours. Deep, rough, the kind of fucking that makes my legs shake. I’m going to keep seeing him. Regularly.”

Neil swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper. “You’re really going to… keep doing this?”

Ellie nodded, gently stroking his cheek. “Yes, baby. I’m going to fuck Matt whenever I want. And you’re going to be a good boy and wait for me at home, locked up tight, just like last night.”

She glanced down at her flat stomach, then back up at him with a mischievous little smile.

“And when we’re ready to start a family…” she let the words hang for a moment, watching his face, “Matt’s probably going to be the one who gets me pregnant. His cock is just… better. Stronger. You know that.”

She kissed Neil’s forehead tenderly, then pressed her cum filled pussy against his thigh, letting him feel the warm, sticky evidence of her night.

“But don’t worry, my sweet cuckold husband. You’ll still be the one who raises our family. You’ll still be the man I come home to. This is just how it’s going to be from now on.”

Ellie took his hand, lacing their fingers together as she led him toward the bedroom, still leaking Matt’s seed with every step.

“Now come help me clean up… or maybe just watch while I shower. I’ll tell you every detail if you’re good.”

Ellie led Neil into the bedroom, her hips swaying with that confident, satisfied stride. She was still glowing, her skin warm and slightly flushed from the long night. As she turned to face him near the bed, Neil’s eyes instinctively went to her neck and his stomach dropped.

The delicate gold chain was gone. The little key, his key , was no longer nestled between her breasts.

“Ellie… where’s your necklace?” he asked, voice tight with sudden panic. “The key.......”

She smiled softly, almost sympathetically, and reached up to touch her bare collarbone as if just remembering.

“Oh, that,” she said lightly. “Matt took it.”

Neil froze. The words hit him like ice water.

“He… took it?”

Ellie sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled Neil down to kneel in front of her. She spread her legs just enough that he could see the creamy evidence of Matt’s multiple loads still slowly leaking from her gaping pussy.

“He told me that if he’s going to be my sexual provider from now on,” she explained calmly, stroking Neil’s hair with one hand, “then there’s no reason for you to ever be unlocked again. He said it’s only fair. You get to be my loving husband… and he gets to own my pleasure completely.”

She leaned forward, cupping Neil’s face so he had to look her in the eyes.

“He kept the key, baby. Said he might wear it on his own chain next time we meet. Or maybe he’ll just keep it in his wallet as a reminder that this little cage stays on for good.” Her voice softened, but there was a clear edge of excitement in it. “He came so deep inside me right after he took it off my neck. Like he was claiming me. It was incredibly hot.”

Neil’s breath shook. His tiny cock strained desperately against the unforgiving metal, aching more than ever. The finality of it, the permanent loss of any chance at release, made his head spin.

Ellie kissed his forehead tenderly.

“I still love you, Neil. So much. But Matt was very clear. This is the new arrangement. No more unlocking. No more trying to fuck me with that little thing. From now on, your orgasms, if you ever get any, will be rare, supervised, and probably ruined. And my body belongs to his big cock whenever he wants it.”

She guided his face closer to her messy pussy, her fingers threading gently but firmly through his hair.

“Now be a good boy and clean me up while I tell you how many times he made me cum last night. This is your place now, baby.”

Neil whimpered softly as his tongue obediently reached out, tasting the thick, salty proof of Matt’s dominance while the reality of his permanent chastity sank in deeper than the cage ever could.

Neil’s tongue worked obediently between Ellie’s thighs, lapping up every thick drop of Matt’s cum that continued to leak from her swollen pussy. The taste was strong, salty, and deeply humiliating but he couldn’t stop. His tiny cock throbbed helplessly inside the tight steel cage, aching with no hope of relief.

Ellie moaned softly, stroking his hair as she watched him clean her.

“You’re such a good boy for me,” she purred. “This is exactly where you belong now.”

After a few moments, she tilted his chin up so he was looking at her. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and wicked excitement.

“Don’t worry too much about never being unlocked, baby. I still want you to feel something every once in a while. I’ve been thinking about how I can give you a ruined orgasm without ever taking that cage off.”

She smiled sweetly as she continued.

“I’m going to peg you. I'll buy a nice thick strap-on just for the job. I’ll bend you over, lube up your tight little arse, and fuck you deep and slow until you can’t take it anymore. I’ll keep pounding that prostate until your pathetic little dick starts dribbling and twitching inside the cage… and then you’ll have your ruined orgasm. No real pleasure. Just a weak, unsatisfying spurt that leaks out while I keep fucking you.”

Ellie’s voice grew huskier as she described it, clearly turned on by the idea.

“I won’t stop just because you cum. I’ll keep railing your ass through it, turning your ‘orgasm’ into pure frustration. You might even learn to cum hands-free like that, just from me destroying your prostate while your cock stays locked and useless.”

She leaned down and kissed him, tasting Matt’s cum on his lips.

“Matt thought it was a great idea when I told him. He suggested that we have a replica of his cock made, so you can feel what I do when he fucks me. He said it’d be the perfect way to keep you horny and submissive without ever letting you feel like a real man again. Maybe next time he fucks me, I’ll make you watch from the corner… then peg you right after while his cum is still inside me.”

Ellie gently pushed Neil’s face back between her legs, guiding him to keep licking.

“So don’t be too sad about the key being gone forever. This is your new sex life, sweetheart. Cleaning up after a real man… and getting your prostate milked for sad little ruined orgasms whenever I feel generous.”

She let out a soft, satisfied sigh as his tongue pressed deeper.

“Good boy. Keep cleaning me while you think about how my strap-on is going to ruin you in future.”