Old Flame Pt 1

The soft glow of the restaurant lights danced across the marble table as Ellie leaned forward slightly, her smile radiant and genuine. She held her glass steady while Matt poured the chilled sake from the green bottle, the liquid glinting like liquid silk. Her light purple nails tapped lightly against the stem, and the little blue key on her necklace—Neil’s key—swayed gently between her breasts with each breath. She looked stunning tonight in that fitted ribbed top, her long blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, the perfect picture of a woman enjoying herself.

Matt grinned down at her as the sake filled her glass. “You still drink it the same way, huh? Straight, no chaser.”

Ellie laughed, that warm, throaty sound he remembered so well. “Some things never change.”

But a lot of things had changed.

She’d chosen Neil because he was safe. Reliable. The kind of man who remembered anniversaries, paid the bills on time, and looked at her like she hung the moon. Marriage material. Matt had never been that. He was wild, unreliable, always chasing the next thrill—and packing a thick, long cock that had ruined her for smaller men. The sex had been mind-blowing, the kind that left her sore, shaking, and addicted. But she couldn’t build a life on orgasms alone.

So she’d married Neil.

And almost immediately realized her mistake.

Neil’s cock was… cute. Sweet, even. But it did nothing for her. After months of polite, unsatisfying sex, she’d finally locked him in the smallest chastity cage she could find—a tiny metal prison that made him whimper every time he got even slightly hard. The key hung between her tits now, a constant reminder for both of them. Neil knew exactly where she was tonight. He’d watched her get ready, his face flushed with humiliated arousal as she slipped into her favorite outfit and told him not to wait up.

“I’m having dinner with Matt,” she’d said casually, kissing his forehead. “You know how this ends, right baby?”

Neil had nodded, his caged dick straining uselessly against its confines.

Now, across from Matt, Ellie felt that familiar heat building between her thighs. She took a slow sip of sake, letting the warmth spread through her chest, then looked up at her ex with hooded eyes.

“I’ve missed this,” she said softly, gesturing between them. “Not just the dinner. You know what I mean.”

Matt’s hand found her knee under the table, sliding up her thigh with the confidence of a man who remembered exactly how to make her moan. “Yeah? And what about your husband?”

Ellie smiled, twirling the little blue key on her necklace. “Neil’s at home. Locked up tight. He knows I need more than he can give me. He’s accepted it.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “He’s probably jerking his little cage right now just thinking about it.”

Matt chuckled, his fingers pressing higher. “Damn, Ellie. You really turned him into a cuck.”

“He turned himself into one the moment he let me lock him up,” she replied, biting her lip. “Tonight I want you to fuck me like you used to. Hard. Deep. The way he never could. I want to feel you stretch me again.”

The sake bottle clinked as Matt set it down. His eyes were dark with lust. “Your place or mine?”

“Hotel,” she decided, already imagining Neil’s face when she came home later with messy hair and another man’s cum still leaking down her thighs. “I want to take my time.”

She raised her glass in a little toast, her wedding ring catching the light.

“To old friends,” she said sweetly.

And to new arrangements, she thought, already wet at the thought of finally getting what she needed—while her sweet, locked-up husband waited at home like a good little cuckold.