Lauren had always been a vision of elegance and warmth. Her curves seemed sculpted for desire—soft, full breasts that rose and fell with each breath, a waist that arched to meet the small of her back, hips that swayed with every step. Her lips were full and pink, hiding a soft vulnerability she rarely showed. But behind that beauty, something darker had always flickered: a restless hunger, an ache that never found relief in their marriage.

For years, Daniel tried. He worshipped her body, kissed her thighs and pressed himself inside her with fervor. But he never made her come. No matter how he shifted, no matter how long he lasted, she lay beneath him quietly, lost in thoughts he couldn’t reach. His size, he knew, was a secret curse. Small, unfulfilling. She never said a word—but he saw it in her eyes.

Daniel grew jealous of the men she smiled at, even strangers on the street. That smile he’d never earned, that soft glow he knew she deserved. At night, he’d lie awake, heart pounding, imagining her with someone else—someone who could fill her, who could make her come undone. And it twisted him inside: jealousy, shame, and a raw, humiliating arousal.

Lauren tried to reassure him. She told him she loved him, that it wasn’t his fault. But the nights stretched on, her frustration a silent chasm between them.

Then one night, he found her laptop open. She’d been reading about chastity, cuckolding, denial—all the dark fantasies he’d never dared to voice. And suddenly, he understood: she wanted him locked up. She wanted to show him the edge of frustration she’d known for years.

He confronted her. She didn’t deny it. Instead, she looked at him with something he’d never seen before: soft dominance, an almost maternal patience.

“I love you, Daniel,” she said. “But I need you to understand what it’s like for me… what it’s been like all these years. The constant ache. The frustration.”

She showed him the small metal cage she’d bought. His stomach flipped when she held it out to him. “I want you to wear it,” she said softly. “Not to punish you, but to help you understand.”

He hesitated, but her gaze was steady, and he found himself kneeling as she locked it around his cock. The cold metal bit into his skin. “You’ll stay in this until you truly understand,” she said. “No release until you can tell me that you want me to feel what you’ve never given me. That you want me to be satisfied.”

The first few days were torturous. His cock swelled against the cage, but the metal never gave. He tried to jerk off anyway, but it only left him aching. Lauren watched him calmly, her eyes soft with both love and quiet resolve.

A week passed. He was desperate, whimpering in the dark. “Please, baby,” he whispered. “Let me out. Just for a moment.”

She shook her head. “No, Daniel. You need to feel it.”

Another week. He tried to compromise, offering to pleasure her with his mouth, with toys, but she refused. “I want you to understand,” she repeated, her voice unwavering.

By the third week, he was undone. He pleaded with her, falling to his knees. “I can’t do this anymore, Lauren. Please. I’ll do anything.”

She cupped his face, her touch so gentle it made him sob. “I know you’re desperate. But this isn’t about you, Daniel. It’s about me. About finally feeling fulfilled.”

Two months passed. He couldn’t think of anything but the ache, the throbbing need that never eased. He looked at her body every night, the soft swell of her hips under her nightgown, the bare curve of her breasts. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and he had never given her what she needed most.

Finally, broken, he came to her one night. She was in the bath, steam rising around her, her skin glowing. He dropped to his knees beside the tub. “I’m ready,” he whispered. “I want you to have another man. I want you to feel satisfied.”

She didn’t speak. Her eyes searched his, looking for the lie he’d hidden before.

“Are you saying this to be freed, Daniel? Or do you truly want me to be satisfied?”

He shook his head, tears in his eyes. “I want you to be satisfied, Lauren. I… I can’t bear to think of you never knowing release. Not when I love you so much.”

She took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling. “Then tell me what that means. Tell me what you want me to do.”

His voice shook. “I want you to take another lover. Someone who can give you what I never have.”

She reached out, her wet hand cupping his cheek. “Then ask me, Daniel. Ask me to take him.”

His whole body trembled. “Please, Lauren. Please… take another lover. I want you to be satisfied.”

Her lips curled into a soft smile. “If you insist.”

“Now let me out,” he gasped.

She shook her head. “Not yet. Not until after. However long that takes.”

Panic flared in his chest. “Lauren, I… I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

She looked at him tenderly. “Then help me find someone. Help me be satisfied.”

He couldn’t believe what he was doing as he went out the next day and bought her a short, black dress that clung to every curve. A matching lace lingerie set—delicate and daring. When he brought it home, she slipped it on for him, her body radiant. Her nipples pressed against the thin lace, her hips swaying slowly. He took photos, his hands shaking as he captured her perfection.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her eyes bright.

“Yes,” he said, though the words caught in his throat. “I want you to feel everything.”

He created a profile for her on hookup apps: Unsatisfied wife looking for casual fun. Must be patient, must be generous. The messages flooded in. Men offering themselves to her, praising her body, promising her everything he never could.

He arranged a date with a man named Jason—tall, confident, older. Someone who radiated a quiet, masculine energy that Daniel had always envied. When Lauren met him, she wore the dress and the lingerie he’d chosen, her hair loose and her lips painted red.

She texted him as she left. Be proud of me, she wrote.

He waited in agony, picturing her body under Jason’s hands.

The room was dark when she arrived at the hotel. Jason pulled her close immediately, his hands firm around her waist. He kissed her deeply, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that left her gasping.

She felt everything: the heat of his lips, the pressure of his growing erection against her thigh. When he pulled back, he stared into her eyes, his gaze unwavering. “You’re sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I need this.”

He lifted her dress, revealing the lace underneath. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, the edge of her panties. She shivered under his touch.

When he finally undressed her, she felt bare in a way she never had with Daniel. Jason’s body was hard and commanding, his cock thick and heavy—so different from what she knew.

He laid her back on the bed, spreading her thighs and kissing her neck, her breasts, down to her navel. When his tongue found her clit, she moaned, her body arching. She was wet, trembling, every nerve alight.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

Jason didn’t. He devoured her slowly, his tongue circling, teasing, then plunging inside her. She felt her first orgasm build, wave after wave, her body writhing against his mouth. When she came, she cried out—a sound she’d never made before, raw and full.

He didn’t give her a moment to recover. He positioned himself between her thighs, pressing his thick cock against her entrance. She could feel the difference—the fullness, the stretch she’d craved for so long.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, pushing inside her inch by inch. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh God, yes.”

He fucked her slowly at first, letting her feel every inch. She clung to him, her body opening to him completely. He filled her in a way she’d never known, his cock reaching places Daniel never could.

She came again and again, her cries echoing in the dark room. Her legs wrapped around him, her hips rising to meet every thrust. She was lost in it, her mind blank with pleasure. When he finally came inside her, she felt it—hot and deep—and she came once more, her body trembling, her breath ragged.

When it was over, he held her close, stroking her hair. “You’re amazing,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice thick with wonder.

She came home late, her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed. Daniel was waiting, still caged, his heart pounding in his chest.

She went to him, took his hands in hers. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with something he’d never heard before: deep, serene satisfaction.

“Tell me,” he begged.

She smiled softly. “He was everything, Daniel. He filled me so completely… I came so many times I lost count. I felt what I’d been missing for so long. And it’s because of you.”

She unlocked him then, her hands tender. His cock sprang free, red and aching. She pressed him to the bed and straddled him, her pussy still wet and slick from Jason.

“Feel me,” she said. “Feel what I’ve been given.”

She rode him slowly, her body still shivering with echoes of pleasure. She whispered everything in his ear: how Jason’s cock had stretched her, how she’d begged for more, how she’d come until she was dizzy. He sobbed beneath her, her words turning every thrust into an act of worship.

He didn’t last long. When he came, it was with a shudder, his whole body going still. She kissed his forehead, her hands gentle in his hair.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For finally understanding. For wanting me to be satisfied.”

And he knew truly knew, that he would do anything to see her that happy again.