On Tuesday, Mary had the day off; the director had given it to her to rest after the intense weekend, and I had planned to telework, so we had time to have breakfast together and quietly talk about the events of the weekend.

While we were having breakfast, we didn't comment on anything, but when we finished, Mary said to me, "Well, what do you think about what I told you? Have you seen the video?"

 "Yes, I saw it last night, and I can't get it out of my head. The images were incredibly erotic. On the one hand, it turned me on a lot, and I was very jealous that I wasn't there and that only you and Matthew were enjoying yourselves. On the other hand, seeing you enjoy yourself like that and seeing your beautiful body reach orgasm after orgasm, I loved it. You know I love you, and I want you to enjoy yourself as much as possible."

 "I feel a little ashamed that I couldn't resist and lose control like that," Mary replied, looking down as if embarrassed.

 "Don't worry, you don't have to be ashamed. I know that when you get so excited, you can't stop. That passion is one of the things I like about you," I replied, stroking her chin and pulling her face up to look at me.

 "You know? This weekend, I understood much better what happens to you when you go without orgasms for a while and you finally reach them, and why you enjoy cock cage play, edging, and going for a long time without being able to cum. After so many days without an orgasm, and with all the excitement Matthew gave me, Sunday was explosive. I think some of the biggest orgasms of my life happened, like when we got married and made love the first few times."

 "I'm glad you understand me better. But speaking of which, if your orgasms have been explosive, in my case, which I have to hold out for another week, I think they will go to the moon. I'm totally desperate. I don't know how I can hold out," and saying that, I reached my hand over to the bathrobe she was wearing and opened it to admire her left breast.

 I got up from the chair and, opening the bathrobe fully, rested both my hands on her breasts, lifting them slightly and feeling their fall, their texture, and their weight. I stared at the rings of her nipples, which had grown hard with my caresses, and I couldn't help but move my head closer and start licking them, first the left and then the right, feeling the rings and playing with them with my tongue.

 I rested my head between her breasts, savouring the softness and warmth of them. Almost before I knew it, I took Mary in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. There, I laid her on the bed, removed her bathrobe, and undressed myself.

 While undressing, she said to me, in a smiling and worried tone, "But Charley, you won't be able to make it with the cock cage. Are you sure you want to go on? Won't that make you more desperate in the end?"

 "I don't care," I replied. "I want to make love to you and feel myself bringing you to orgasm, even if I can't reach it. I want to feel your body and your skin; I want to caress you."

 I threw myself on top of her and covered her with kisses all over her body while caressing her with my two hands. I was intoxicated and aroused by the scent of her skin. My cock was hard as a rock—so hard that I felt like it could break the bars of the cock cage—so excited was I. It hurt, but I didn't care.

The pain made my frustrated erection go down slightly, but before long I was trying to get erect again, and my cock was again bending painfully and feeling trapped by the inflexible bars of the cock cage.

 After a while of enjoying Mary with all my senses, I stood between her legs and started to lick her pussy, which was already wet from my caresses. I licked her with delight, running my tongue over her labia, fiddling with her clitoris, and slipping my tongue as far into her vagina as I could.

She was stroking my head with her hands and moaning incessantly, mumbling, "Keep it up, Charley.... Humm... I love you... Yes... hummm... Keep going... huummm... You are fantastic..."

When I got her to climax several times, I stopped and lay down next to her. Both sweaty and satisfied, she was satiated after all the orgasms. I was excited and desperate, but satisfied with having given her pleasure.

After some time lying together, I got up to work, while Mary used her day off to rest, read, and relax.

The rest of the week was uneventful. Mary spent several days presenting the conclusions and contacts resulting from the fair to all of us on the sales team.

In the evenings, after my desperate 'attack' on Tuesday morning, we had no more sex. We enjoyed each other's company, and at night we went to bed naked and cuddled. The touch of her skin both excited and soothed me at the same time.

One night, I woke up rubbing my caged cock against the slit between her buttocks while I kneaded her breasts with my hand. Then I turned over and tried to calm myself and console myself with the thought that next Friday I would make love to Mary again, and I could have a huge orgasm and cum in her hot vagina.

On Friday, after confirming with Matthew that we would meet at the usual place, we became Molly and Buck and headed for the motel in the nearby town.

When we entered the room, we saw that, in addition to Matthew, there was another man. A fat, short man in his 50s, bald, with thick glasses, small eyes, and thick lips. He had a generally unpleasant appearance. They were both seated, the stranger on the bed and Matthew leaning back in the chair, on the back of which he had left his jacket. Both were talking and were interrupted by our arrival.

Surprised, I asked Matthew, "Who is this man? What is he doing here?"

Matthew replied, "That's my friend Larry. He's one of the friends I play poker with on Saturdays."

"But it was just the three of us. He's leaving now, isn't he?" I asked.

Matthew, hesitating, replied, "Well, you see, I thought we could have a threesome: Mary, him, and me."

"What?" exclaimed Mary angrily. "Who gave you permission? Why didn't you ask us before including someone else? And who told you that I agreed to a threesome? I'll have a threesome any time I want, and it will include my husband."

"I proposed other things that you agreed to. I thought..."

"Yes, indeed. Maybe we have accepted too many things from you. But already including someone else without consulting us is too much. Your friend will have to go," said Mary.

Larry, seeing that the evening didn't seem to be unfolding as he had hoped, got up and headed for the door. Before leaving, he said to Matthew, "If the threesome doesn't happen, you have to pay me back the money I gave you."

Hearing this, Mary burst out, turned angrily to Matthew, and, without giving him time to say anything, started shouting, "What? Did you charge him for having sex with me? You bastard! Who do you think I am? A whore? You think you're my pimp? You're an asshole! Go to hell!"

Matthew stood up and, as he tried to spout weak excuses, pushed Larry out of the room. "No, it's not what you think. It's got nothing to do with it. It's about a gambling debt. I promise."

I took a determined step towards Matthew, pulled my arm back and then, with all my might, threw my fist into his face. Then I repeated it again, hitting him harder.

This second time he fell to the ground, sitting up, partly surprised and partly knocked out by the blow, with a trickle of blood dripping from his nose.

Then, in a very calm voice I said, "You have abused our trust. We let you take us out of our comfort zone because we were enjoying the novelty and thrill. But you have confused our patience and our playfulness with dumbness. That you tried to treat Molly like a whore was the straw that broke the camel's back."

In a firm voice, I added, "Matthew, I don't think we can trust you after this. Our meetings are over."

Matthew and Larry left, and I, realising Matthew's jacket was on the chair, quickly went to it. After searching through several pockets, I found the key to my cock cage.

After a few minutes, during which we heard Matthew arguing with Larry outside the room, Matthew came back in, picked up his jacket, and left without saying goodbye and in a huff.

Mary and I looked at each other and sat on the bed.

Mary had calmed down and began to talk. "Haven't we been too hard on him? Maybe the money had nothing to do with it."

"I am afraid we were not wrong. It seems to me that Matthew has become overconfident, has taken more and more things for granted, and has assumed more and more rights over you. If he's been charging someone to participate in a threesome with you, he's gone beyond the limits of what's permissible."

"Well, if that's the case, we might as well get it over with. We've had a good time trying new experiences, and he's encouraged us to try things we might not have done on our own. And I must admit, the sex with him was very good," Mary said. And, seeing my face, she added with a mischievous grin, "ALMOST as good as with you," and kissed me.

"Yes, he may have pushed us a little harder than expected. But we have to admit, it was good. And speaking of sex with me..." I said as I swung the keys to my cock cage in front of her.

She smiled at me and said, "Since we have the room, it would be a shame not to take advantage of it, wouldn't it?"

"Yes," I replied, and I began to undress at full speed. She did the same.

We quickly lay down on the bed, totally naked. I thought it had been a long time since I had experienced that feeling of intimacy with Mary. Although we slept alone together every day, it had been a long time since we had been able to make love alone—about two months.

I told her, "I've missed making love alone with you, without witnesses."

"Yes, you're right. As much fun as it's been, I realise now that I missed being alone with you and having an orgasm together without witnesses, too."

I kissed her passionately, stroking her hair with my right hand while I caressed her breasts with my left. She hugged me and caressed my back. We went on like that for a long, long time, enjoying the sensations calmly.

After many weeks, I finally felt a full and painless erection, and although I was desperate to penetrate Mary, I didn't want it to end too soon, nor did I want to leave her 'halfway'.

The feel of her supple, velvety breasts was driving me crazy, and from the ardour with which she was kissing me, it seemed to me that she was just as aroused and eager.

Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer. I moved my hands, caressing Mary's body, until I reached her pussy. I slipped my fingers between her labia and pushed them lightly into her vagina. I noticed that she was very wet and lubricated, and I decided that I would wait no longer. I positioned myself on top of her and placed my erect penis at the entrance of her vagina. I slowly pushed in and felt my glans make their way into her silky, warm interior.

I felt an indescribable pleasure. I looked at her face, feeling a mixture of desire, lust, love, and tenderness. She had closed her eyes to better feel all the sensations on her skin and inside her, and she was hugging me.

I continued to penetrate her very slowly, feeling how my cock, which seemed to me more swollen and harder than in all my life, would gradually make its way into her wet vagina. When our pubes touched, she arched her back, grabbed me tightly, crushing her breasts against my torso, mumbled, "Ohh Charley," and climaxed.

I began to slowly withdraw my cock and penetrate her again. I knew I couldn't last long after the weeks without sex, and I quickened my pace, pumping my cock in and out of Mary's vagina, feeling like I was getting back something I missed (an intimacy? a pleasure? a possession? a body?).

Finally, I felt my testicles contract, and a jet of semen ran down my urethra and shot hard into Mary. I reached a gigantic, sweeping orgasm that almost made me dizzy. As she felt the impact of my cum inside her, she reached a new orgasm, which caused her to hug me tightly again and mumble, "Ohh, Charley, I love you."

I kept shooting spurt after spurt of all the cum collected in my testicles over the previous weeks. It seemed like it would never end. I finally finished spurting. I looked at Mary and said, "I love you, Mary."

I lay down next to her, and we fell asleep tightly embraced. Unlike the previous weekend's wild encounter between Matthew and Mary, this one had been more tender, but I think it had been more rewarding for both of us. We felt united, satisfied, wanted, loved, cherished, and desired.

The next day, we enjoyed a shower together. I grabbed the sponge and started soaping Mary. Before I knew it, I had put the sponge down and was running my hands over Mary's slippery body, especially her breasts. Caressing a naked body when we are both wet and soapy is a fantastic experience. The hands glide smoothly over the skin, and the sensations are multiplied. She was enjoying my caresses, and when I sensed her unconsciously spreading her legs apart, I knelt between her legs and licked her until she reached orgasm. Then I got up, stood behind her, and guided her to rest her hands on the shower wall.

I placed my erect cock at the entrance of her pussy and, with one thrust, penetrated all the way to the bottom of her soaking wet vagina. I began to fuck her with uncontainable desire, grabbing her slippery breasts and fondling them hard as I thrust my cock in and out of her. I tried to hold on as long as possible and enjoy those delicious sensations until, finally, I came, bursting into a strong orgasm.

We stayed in each other's arms for a while, our bodies glued together and our breathing panting. After recovering, we finished showering, got dressed, and went to breakfast in high spirits.

During breakfast, we looked at each other from time to time and smiled with complicit smiles.

When we finished and headed to the car to go back to our city, seeing how beautiful the morning looked, I decided it was worthwhile for us to go back home, taking a long detour through the forest and mountains instead of going straight on the highway.

That Friday we had come in my car; Mary and I used to alternate, so I started up, and without saying anything, I headed for the small road through the beautiful scenery.

Mary was leaning on my shoulder and grabbing my arm, and when she saw where we were driving around, she smiled at me and said, "It's a wonderful morning. I'm glad you decided to come back this way."

"I knew you'd like it."

"You know...I've really enjoyed this period and have been able to realise fantasies I dreamed about, but now I'm looking forward to getting back to our quieter life."

"Me too. I think now we won't fall back into boredom. I feel like I have regained the illusion of being together and the crush I felt for you," I said, slipping my arm around her and pulling her tight against me.

"From these weeks, I have learned two things: that you are the best husband one could wish for..." Mary told me and stopped.

Seeing that she did not continue, I asked her, "And the second?"

Then Mary continued with a playful, mischievous grin, "And that I won't need Molly to play or do naughty things anymore."

And then she bent over my lap some more, unzipped my pants, extracted my cock, and took it into her mouth. Before I knew it, I was fully erect, and she had my cock all the way down her throat and her lips glued to my pubis.

I had to control myself so we didn't crash. I slowed down and continued driving through those beautiful landscapes.

While I was enjoying the moment, I searched for and played music in the car. The song 'My Girl' was performed by 'The Temptations' on the classic 'Motown' recording.

The End

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