Ashleigh enjoyed tormenting me all day. She would slip her hand over my crotch and feel the chastity cage that held my jewels securely in place then smile.

She kept asking, "Does it feel okay?"

"Yes, it feels fine."

And surprisingly enough, I didn't really notice it until I had to pee, which involved getting a stall to sit down. Now, I know first-hand why it takes women so long to go to the restroom.

After dinner, we retired to our suite. Ashleigh, smiling deviously, sauntered up to me and began to unbutton my shirt then undid my belt and unzipped my pants, which fell to the floor.

"Honey, take those clothes off."

I finished stripping immediately.

"Ash, what about you? Are you going to get au naturel?"

"Yes, of course, but I want you to sit in that chair, so I can give you a proper show."

Ashleigh had never been one to be overly sexual, but maybe these big cocks had begun to have an effect on her sexuality and make her realize what a sex siren she really was.

She began to slowly unbutton her blouse and flash glimpses of her cleavage. Once it was fully unbuttoned, she left it on and removed her bra, leaned over a swayed her tits in front of me. My cock began to feel the restriction of its cage.

She slipped off her shorts, revealing the sexy thong she'd purchased this afternoon. She spread her legs shoulder-width and bent over showing me her lovely ass. I could see her tits dangling framed by her statuesque legs. Her nipples looked engorged and erect.

"You can touch my ass. Rub your hand over my cheeks."

Fuck, yes. I immediately complied. Ashleigh's skin seemed more silken than ever. It must've been those loads of cum lotion that had been sprayed over them. I traced the tan outline she'd developed over the last few days of sunbathing. By this time, my cock began to feel very uncomfortable in its cage. I could see indentations forming on its head.

She turned around and pulled her thong up, as I watched that slice of fabric slip tightly into her crevice. Her lips surrounded that piece of string. Mr. Willie was starting to ache from its confines. Ashleigh moved behind the chair then dangled her breasts on my head before moving in front of me and sitting on my lap.

"Kiss 'em."

Pushing away her blouse drapery, I leaned forward and began kissing then sucking her nipples as she ran her fingers through my hair while pulling me tightly to her bosom. Her hips began rocking back and forth. I knew she was rubbing her slit over that damn cage. I desperately wanted my cock in her pussy.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"You fucking know it, Babe."

"Ohhh, you haven't called me that since our honeymoon."

"Right now, I want you even more!"

Reaching down while lifting the chain around her neck, she began to swing the item back and forth in a pendulum motion like our grandfather clock.  It was the key to my cage.

"Are you in need of this?"

"Jesus, Babe, yes!"

My cock felt like a semi-inflated balloon being squeezed between fingers, squishing out of the openings.

"Are you going to be a good boy?"

"I don't know. Do you want me to be?"

"No, I want you to be nasty like Kevin and Brenden."

"Yes, yes... I can be nasty like them, Babe."

Ashleigh stripped off her blouse and thong and knelt between my legs then unlocked my cage. As she slipped it off, I sprang to attention.

Throwing her on the bed, I began to ravish her sexy body. It was like the first time we ever fucked. I explored every inch of her. When we fucked doggy style, I pulled her hair lifting her head up like Kevin had. After a few minutes of slamming into her, I pushed her face into the pillow like Brenden and fucked her ass for the first time. I was like a wild man, out of control. I didn't ask. I took it, and she loved it. We didn't make love; we fucked.

The next morning, as Ashleigh clung to my chest, she looked up at me with those lovely brown eyes, saying, "I need you to find me another big cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I would."

As we began to get dressed, Ashleigh turned to me saying, "I'd like you to wear your cage for me today?"

"Why?"

"Because I think it's sexy, and so we can make sure it's the right size."

"Well, if you really want me to, I guess it'll be okay."

Ashleigh with a mischievous smile said, "Let me put it on for you."

I loved the feel of her fingers on my balls as she slipped them through the ring, then taking hold of my flaccid cock, she began to slip the cage over it. I let out a yelp.

"What's wrong?"

"The cage just yanked one of my pubes out!"

"Sorry about that Honey. You know I can fix that. I've heard you complain about having wild hairs down here before. Let me shave you smooth."

"What! No, that would be weird."

"Weird? Weird... so why do I do it? I do it for you. At least, you can do the same for me."

She had me there. I did ask her to shave her pussy for me. It made eating her a lot more enjoyable. I hate pube-floss. It's distracting.

"Okay, that makes sense."

Ashleigh lathered me up and soon I was smooth as a baby’s behind down there.

"Are you happy now?"

"Yes, thank you, Sweetie."

We headed down to brunch on the patio with Mr. Willie caged. Ashleigh wore the key around her neck.

She had purchased a new bathing suit the previous day while we were out shopping. It was super sexy - a white halter top that showed off her cleavage with a bottom thong that came to a V with a gold ring holding the two halves together just below her bellybutton. Over it, she wore a little white cotton cover up.

She looked fucking hot. I knew she'd attract a lot of attention on the beach. In fact, I saw nearly every guy we passed with their head on a swivel as they checked her out.

Arriving at the buffet brunch a little late, there was a crowd enjoying the food and mid-morning sun. After we made our plates, we began looking for a table.

Ashleigh said, "Let's sit over there," and pointed toward a table near the edge of the patio.

"What table? I don't see an open table."

"The one with the two men sitting at it. There are two more empty chairs. They look friendly to me."

Before I could reply, she was heading in that direction. I tagged along a couple of steps behind.

Surveying them from afar, one was of average male stature about five foot eight and of thin build. I'd guess about one hundred seventy pounds. The other looked like a football player - broad chest and shoulders, tall around six foot three, two hundred twenty pounds. They were definitely a dichotomy of visual appearances.

"Would it be okay if we joined you?" She smiled effervescently.

The two guys looked up, and the bigger of the two smiled, saying, "Of course, we're here to meet some new people. You look like new people to me."

We made our introductions. They were Chad and Jeremy from Ohio; there on holiday for a few days away from the Midwest cold.

During our conversation, I could see that Jeremy, the bigger one, was discreetly looking at Ashleigh’s tits. Chad on the other hand gave her the once over, but didn't seem that interested in her attributes. I started to wonder if these two were gay, but I let it pass because they were good conversationalists and funny.

After Ashleigh excused herself to go to the ladies’ room and was out of sight, Jeremy asked, "So, why were we the lucky table that you chose to sit at?"

"Ashleigh picked you. Before I could say anything, she was making a beeline over here."

"Does she make all those decisions?"

"No, just this time."

We had already gotten through all the background chitchat. Now, it was time to do some serious talk about why Ashleigh picked their table.

"Ashleigh is doing a favor for me."

Chad asked, "Which is?"

"Since we're on vacation, she's acting as my hot wife."

Jeremy chimed in, "Your hot wife? Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yes, I am."

Jeremy responded, "Well, this must certainly be my lucky day."

"So, do you watch?" Chad asked.

"Yes, I've watched. It was all I'd hoped. I have always wondered if she would like to have someone bigger, more physical, more domineering, more manly, I guess, take her."

"Oh, sounds like this has happened on this trip?"

"Yes, she's been with a couple of other guys so far."

"So far, so does that mean she’s looking for another session?"

"Yes, she is, and… I think she’s picked you two."

Jeremy smiled and looked at Chad, "What do you think?"

"I think you'd do great things with her! I could join her hubby watching."

I questioned Chad, "You wouldn't want to join in? I think she's looking for something a step up from what she's done already."

"Oh, a threesome... well.., Jeremy is bisexual and I'm gay, but if the right stimulus presents itself, I might join in. I do like watching Jeremy maneuver his big cock into tight places." They laughed.

A Cheshire cat smile appeared across Jeremy's face.

About that time, Ashleigh reappeared.

"Whatcha talking about?"

"You, mostly," I answered.

"Ooo, I like the sound of that. I love being the center of attention."

"Why don't you and Jeremy go down to the beach and get a couple of drinks? I'll stay here and visit with Chad."

With that, they were off.

We could see them head down to the drink cabana about fifty yards away. They got a couple of drinks and found two lounge chairs. Jeremy lotioned up Ashleigh liberally all over. My cock had begun to press into its cage just watching as his hands were all over my wife. Touching places that for the last eighteen years had only been my territory.

Chad and I carried on a reasonable conversation broken by glances at the two of them laughing and sipping their drinks. After about thirty minutes, I decided to walk down and let Ashleigh know that I was going to our suite.

"Honey, I want you to stay here with me."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to see his hands on my flesh, touching me, feeling me, making me hot for his cock. Don't you want to see that?"

I gulped, "Yes, that would be exciting."

I found another lounge chair and pulled it up under the umbrella.

"Jeremy, put some more lotion on me."

He put some on her shoulders and began working it in in a circular motion. With each circle, his fingers slipped a little further into the halter top of her suit. I knew he could feel her nipples.

"Mmm, that feels nice. Pinch them."

Over the years, I've learned that Ashleigh’s nipples are the key to her pussy. Tweaking them turns her resistance to mush. My cock was squished against its cage.

"Do my legs!"

Jeremy proceeded to liberally apply lotion to her thighs and began to rub it in. Ashleigh was situated so I could watch his fingers slip under the bottom of her suit. I knew he was rubbing her slit because a wet spot began to appear between her legs. I wanted to whip out my cock and jack off, but that damn cage was doing its job. I was about to explode.

Ashleigh noticed my squirming and said, "Jeremy, I think we all need to go to our suite."

We headed in that direction. Jeremy texted Chad to meet us there.

When we arrived at our suite, Chad was waiting at the door with this huge smile on his face.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I just love watching Jeremy fuck some guy's wife. It's even better than when he fucks a single woman."

We all entered, and Jeremy immediately began kissing Ashleigh. His hands were all over her, squeezing her tits and ass while he ground his crotch into hers.

Ashleigh shouted, "Honey, sit in your normal place."

I took up residence in the chair by the bed, as Ashleigh moved to give me and now Chad, the best view.

Jeremey stood behind her and undid the clasp securing her halter top and released her beautiful tits. Her nipples were erect, nearly an inch in length now. His big hands pinched and pulled on them causing them to grow and stiffen even more. Pulling her suit bottom down, he let it fall to the floor while his hand moved from her tit to her slit. He was nibbling on her ear. Jeremy turned her around to display her beautiful nakedness to Chad.

"What do you think?"

"She is lovely. I can't wait to see your big cock in her married pussy."

Kissing her neck, Jeremy commented, "Right now, she tastes like suntan lotion. I think we need to shower before continuing."

Ashleigh looked my way, smiled saying, "Let me undress him first."

She bounded over to me, her tits bouncing like two beach balls buffeted by the wind. Pulling at my T-shirt, she soon had it over my head and off. Unsnapping my shorts, she pulled them down with one jerk. Chad and Jeremy both immediately took notice of my chastity cage.

Jeremy smiled widely. Chad's jaw dropped, saying, "Oh my, this is going to be more fun than I imagined."

Ashleigh clarified, "When he watches, he likes to jack off. I want him to save that for me! So, that’s my solution."

Ashleigh grabbed Jeremy's hand and the headed for the shower.

"Don't fuck in there. I need to watch," I shouted as they turned the corner into the bathroom.

Chad was staring at me. I felt like a steak in the lion's cage.

"I'm only wearing this because Ashleigh likes me to fuck her after the guy is finished with her. She says that I am reclaiming her as my wife."

"Oh, yes, I completely understand," he sarcastically replied.

They were gone about five minutes. Ashleigh crawled onto the bed, spread her legs and then her lips, displaying to me and Chad her glistening pussy. My wife had never been such a nasty slut with me. After all, she was the mother of our two daughters. Maybe, she was getting into having different guys fuck her or simply doing this to appease my fantasy. However, it certainly felt like she was enjoying the variety.

"Honey, why don't you lie on the bed. I know you like to watch. Maybe a close-up view will be even more exciting for you."

I climbed onto the bed. Ashleigh had me lie on my back while she straddled my face with her wet slit directly over it. Jeremy took the doggy position behind her and began to rub his cock over her womanhood.

I felt like a gynecologist in training. The head of his cock was soon slick with her juices. Jeremy was big, a lot thicker than my little six-incher. He looked to be about eight inches with more than her hand could wrap around.

Watching as Jeremy slowly began to press the issue, I saw her lips fold in as his head disappeared into her wetness. Ashleigh began to moan.

"Give it to me. I want all of it. Treat me like the whore I am. The whore I've always wanted to be."

Was that a sexual revelation or just bedroom talk? I'd never heard Ashleigh say anything like that to me. Had we been missing something wonderful in our sex lives all these years? Was it because I was too timid to bring it up or she was too embarrassed to mention that she wasn't satisfied?

Soon Jeremy's thick cock was buried deep into her cunt, and he began to slide it slowly in and out. Jesus, this was a sight that I never could have imagined. I could smell her sex emanating from deep within her wanton whore-self as she began to meet his thrust with ones of her own.

Chad chimed in, "Isn't that a great view?"

I had to admit, it was a view of my wife as I'd never seen her in our eighteen years of marriage, either anatomically or emotionally.

I could tell Jeremy was getting close as his nuts began to tense and his strokes became more forceful and rammed deeper into my once demure wife.

He grunted, shouting, "I’m cumming."

"Yes, cum in my slut pussy. Fill me up with your cum. I need it," escaped from my wife's subconscious and lips.

With several more deliberate stabs of his cock, Jeremy finished and slowly slid his cock out her dripping cunt. A gush of cum plopped on my face.

Suddenly, Ashleigh blurted out, "Eat my fucked pussy, Honey."

Without giving me a choice, she plunked it on my lips. My caged cock was screaming as it strained against its confines. Instinctively, my tongue began licking and teasing her engorged bean. The taste of Jeremy's cum comingled with Ashleigh's was too much and Mr. Willie began leaking like bad plumbing.

I'd forgotten all about Chad, who had been watching and was just as excited as I.

"We can't let that go to waste."

He began licking my leaky precum from my caged cock. I could feel his tongue lapping up every drop. He began to suck my cock cage.

Ashleigh ground her sloppy cunt over my face, screaming, "Eat me. Eat your nasty whore wife. Suck my clit."

I did. She exploded with a huge squirt of her and Jeremy's residuals. I had lost it. Becoming a ravenous sex animal like a dog in heat, acting solely on my most primitive desires, I blasted a huge load.

As I did, Chad moaned, "Give it to me, daddy."