Her Masters House Pt 2

James gave one final, deep thrust and buried himself to the hilt inside your wife. A low, satisfied groan escaped him as he came, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of his seed. Your wife cried out in release, her body shuddering violently as her own orgasm crashed through her, her eyes still locked on her reflection in the mirror, flushed, ruined, and utterly claimed.

Only when James had finished did he slowly withdraw, his heavy cock glistening with their combined juices. A thick trickle of his cum immediately began to leak from your wife’s swollen, well fucked pussy and ran down her trembling thighs.

James stepped back, tucking himself away with casual satisfaction, and snapped his fingers toward the shadows near the heavy velvet curtains.

“Come, cuck. Your wife needs cleaning.”

From the corner of the room, you emerged. You were completely naked except for the small, gleaming steel chastity cage locked permanently around your cock. The device was cruelly tight, specially fitted so that even full erections were impossible. A thin steel ring behind your balls kept it inescapable. The tip of your denied cock constantly leaked clear fluid into the tiny cage, a humiliating reminder of your place.

You had been watching the entire time, hidden just enough to remain unobtrusive, yet close enough to see every thrust, every moan, every expression on your wife’s face as James took her. Your caged cock strained uselessly against the metal, leaking steadily onto the polished floor beneath him.

“On your knees,” James ordered coolly. “Show me how grateful you are that I fuck your wife so well.”

You dropped to your knees without hesitation. The sight of your beautiful wife bent over the vanity, legs spread, James’s thick cum dripping from her freshly-fucked pussy made your locked cock twitch and leak even more. You leaned in, pressing your face between her soft thighs, and began to lick.

Your tongue moved obediently, lapping up every drop of another man’s cum from her slick folds. You could taste James’s salty, masculine load mixed with the sweet flavor of your wife’s arousal. Lucy moaned softly, pushing back against your face as you cleaned her thoroughly, sucking and licking until not a trace of James’s seed remained on the outside. Then you pushed your tongue deeper inside her, dutifully scooping out the rest.

“Good boy,” James murmured, sipping his cognac once more as he watched the humiliating display. “Make sure she’s spotless. That pussy belongs to me now, but you’re allowed to maintain it.”

Scarlet smiled wickedly from where she knelt nearby, one hand idly stroking your wife’s hair. Your wife looked down at you between her legs, her eyes hazy with lingering pleasure and a hint of loving contempt.

“Look at him leaking in his little cage,” she whispered breathlessly. “He’ll never fuck me again… but he gets so excited watching you do it, James.”

James chuckled. “Of course he does. That’s why he stays locked forever. His only pleasure is watching, leaking, and cleaning up after real men.”

You whimpered into her pussy, your caged cock dripping helplessly onto the floor as you continued your task. You knew there would be no release for you tonight, or any night. Only the aching frustration of permanent denial and the deep, submissive thrill of serving your wife and her superior lover.

James ran a possessive hand over your wife’s ass while you finished cleaning her.

“Once you're done, Scarlet will prepare you both for the next round,” James said calmly. “I’m not finished with her yet… and I want you to watch me take her ass next.”