Kevin sat across from Moira in the dimly lit bar, the faint hum of conversation and clinking glasses swirling around them. His wife, a vision of voluptuous beauty, leaned forward in her seat, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. The tight black dress she wore hugged every curve of her lush figure—her full breasts straining against the fabric, her hips flaring out in a way that made Kevin’s locked cock twitch uselessly in its cage. The chastity device had been their arrangement for over a year now, a deliciously cruel pact that left him perpetually aching while she indulged in her every desire.

Moira sipped her martini, her green eyes glinting with mischief as she scanned the room. “You know,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, “it’s been a while since I’ve had a proper fuck. I think tonight might be the night.” She let the words hang, watching Kevin squirm, the metal cage biting into his flesh as his cock strained against its confines, a familiar torment that only heightened his arousal.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the beer in front of him. “Anyone catch your eye yet?” he asked, his voice tight with a mix of jealousy and anticipation. This was their game—her teasing, his submission—and he loved every agonizing second.

Moira’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she tilted her head toward the bar. “Him,” she said, nodding at a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair and a chiseled jaw, exuding quiet confidence. “He looks like he could fuck me senseless. What do you think, Kev? Think he’s got a cock worth my time?”

Kevin’s pulse quickened as he glanced at the man. “He looks… promising,” he managed, his hands fidgeting with the coaster. The cage felt tighter than ever, his balls aching with pent-up need.

Moira leaned closer, her jasmine-and-spice perfume washing over him. “Promising isn’t enough,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “I need to know if he’s packing something that’ll make me scream. Be a darling and follow him to the bathroom. Take a peek for me.”

Kevin’s stomach flipped, a rush of humiliation and excitement coursing through him. “You’re serious?” he asked, though he knew the answer.

“Deadly,” she replied, her hand sliding up his thigh under the table, stopping just shy of the cage. “Go on, my good boy.”

With a shaky breath, Kevin rose, his legs unsteady as he made his way toward the bathroom. The man Moira had singled out was already heading there, his stride purposeful. Kevin’s heart hammered as he followed, pushing open the door and stepping into the starkly lit space. The man took a spot at one of the urinals, and Kevin, steeling himself, stepped up to the one beside him—a bold move that made his palms sweat.

He unzipped, the cage fully exposed as he pretended to relieve himself—an impossible task. The man shifted slightly, glancing down, then back up, his brow furrowing before a smirk tugged at his lips. “Rough deal, huh?” he said, his voice low and rough, nodding toward Kevin’s cage.

Kevin’s face burned, a flush creeping up his neck. “Uh, yeah,” he stammered, forcing a weak laugh. “It’s… a thing my wife and I do. Keeps things interesting.”

The man raised an eyebrow, zipping up as he turned slightly. Up close, he was rugged—stubble, piercing blue eyes, a build that promised strength. “Interesting’s one way to put it,” he said, his smirk widening. “She must be a hell of a woman to keep you locked up like that.”

“She is,” Kevin replied, steadier now, keeping his purpose hidden. “Likes to call the shots. I don’t mind.” A partial lie—he minded plenty, but the torment was its own reward.

The man chuckled, stepping to the sink. “Bet she’s got you running all sorts of errands,” he teased. Kevin caught a glimpse as he adjusted himself—his jeans hugged a thick, impressive bulge. Kevin’s mouth went dry, his cock throbbing uselessly.

“You could say that,” he muttered, zipping up and following to the sink. His mind raced with images of Moira beneath this stranger, her cries echoing while he watched, powerless.

The man dried his hands and nodded. “Good luck with that setup, man,” he said, heading out. “Sounds like a wild ride.”

Kevin lingered, steadying his breath before hurrying back to Moira. She arched an eyebrow as he slid into his seat. “Well?” she asked, leaning forward eagerly.

“He’s… huge,” Kevin whispered. “Thick, too. You’d feel it for days.”

Moira’s smile turned feral. “Oh, I like that,” she purred, her fingers tapping the table. “Did you get hard thinking about him fucking me?”

“Yes,” Kevin admitted, his voice raw.

“Good,” she said, standing with a sway of her hips. “Stay here. I’m going to say hello.”

Moira sauntered toward the bar, her heels clicking, her dress clinging to her curves. She slid up beside the man—Jake, she’d soon learn—her arm brushing his as she ordered, “Vodka martini, dirty,” her voice a sultry tease. He turned, blue eyes catching hers before drifting down her body, a slow appraisal that sent a thrill through her.

“Good pick,” he said, his voice a low growl, raising his glass slightly. “You solo tonight?”

She tilted her head, hair spilling over one shoulder, flashing a smile that danced between invitation and challenge. “Not quite,” she purred. “My husband’s over there—” a vague nod toward Kevin “—but he’s more of a watcher.”

Recognition sparked in Jake’s eyes, his smirk sharpening. “Hold up,” he said, sipping his drink. “He’s the guy from the john, right? The one with the cage?”

Moira laughed brightly. “Sharp as a tack,” she said, leaning closer, her perfume curling around him. “That’s Kevin. He keeps it locked while I play. Keeps things spicy.”

“Jake,” he offered, turning fully toward her, his body a wall of heat. “So he checks me out, gives you the rundown, and you decide if I make the cut? Smart setup.”

“Very,” Moira said, tracing her martini glass, her gaze flicking to his bulge—thick, promising. “He said you’re… substantial. I’m here to confirm.”

Jake’s eyes darkened. “Did he?” he murmured, stepping closer until their bodies brushed. “What’s the call so far?”

She sipped her drink, the briny sting lingering. “I think you could make me scream,” she whispered. “You up for it?”

“More than,” Jake said, his tone rough. “Parking lot good?”

“Perfect,” Moira replied, downing her martini and setting it down with a clink. She glanced at Kevin—his eyes wide, locked on her—and winked before leading Jake outside.

Kevin’s heart pounded as he watched them go, the ache in his cage unbearable. He couldn’t sit still. Slipping from his seat, he followed, stepping into the cool night air and spotting them heading toward a shadowed corner. He crept closer, ducking behind a car, his breath shallow.

Moira led Jake to a truck, turning to face him before sinking to her knees on the gravel, her dress riding up her thighs. Jake’s eyes widened, then narrowed with lust as she unzipped him, freeing his cock—massive, thick, veined. Kevin’s breath caught as Moira gripped it, her red nails stark against his skin, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip. She moaned, tasting him, then took him deeper, her mouth stretching wide. She worshipped him—licking the shaft, swirling around the head, hands stroking what she couldn’t fit. Saliva glistened on her lips, her eyes locked on Jake’s as she sucked, a goddess in her element.

Jake’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her. “That’s it,” he rasped. “Suck it like you mean it.” Moira hummed, drawing a guttural sound from him. Kevin watched, mesmerized, his cock throbbing in its cage.

After a few minutes, Jake pulled her up. “Enough,” he growled, spinning her around and pinning her against the truck. He hiked her dress up, yanking her panties down, nudging her legs apart. With a brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her wide. Moira’s cry pierced the night, her body rocking against the metal as Jake fucked her—hard, deep, relentless. The truck creaked, her moans wild as she clawed at it. “Yes—fuck—harder!” she gasped, and Jake obliged, driving into her until she shattered, screaming as she came, thighs quaking. Jake followed, slamming into her with a roar, spilling inside her.

Kevin slipped back to the bar, legs shaky, mind a storm of lust and anguish. He reclaimed his seat, the minutes stretching until Moira returned, Jake a step behind. She loomed over him, the air thick with their scent—Jake’s musk, Moira’s arousal, the sharp tang of cum.

“I can smell you,” Kevin whispered, face burning. “Him, too.”

Moira’s smile was cruel as she leaned down. “Does it drive you mad, Kev? Smelling his cock on me, knowing my pussy’s dripping with his cum?” She straightened. “Come on—we’re going home.”

The car ride was silent, the scent a relentless assault. At home, Moira led him to the bedroom, sprawling on the bed, dress hiked up. “On your knees,” she ordered, spreading her legs to reveal her glistening pussy. “You want out of that cage? Taste him on me first.”

Kevin dropped, pressing his mouth to her, tasting Jake’s salty cum mingled with her musk. He groaned, licking her clean, her moans guiding him as she taunted, “Taste how he filled me—how he fucked me so good.” His tongue worked until she shoved him back, reaching for the key. “You’ve earned it,” she purred, unlocking the cage. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking.

“Jerk off,” she commanded, recounting how Jake stretched her throat, pounded her against the truck. Kevin stroked himself, her words and the taste of Jake pushing him over the edge. He came hard, spilling onto the floor.

“Lick it up,” Moira ordered, pointing at the mess. Kevin obeyed, tongue lapping at his own cum—warm, bitter—until it was gone. She knelt beside him, locking the cage back on. “You’ll smell him on me all night,” she said, “and love every second.” Kevin nodded, caged and broken, her torment his world.