SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 3…

On the way to the car, we had to stop to tell Butch’s friends that he would be riding home with us.

“Hey guys. You remember Needle dick from high school?” Butch said as we approached.

There were three of them. All three of them had tormented me along with Butch back in high school. Tim Matthis, who had thrown me out of the locker room naked and held the door closed while I struggled to get back in. Then there was Eddie Kolar, who had ripped multiple pairs of my underwear, giving me wedgies. Last was Charlie Sullivan, who had stuffed me in a garbage can and sat on the lid for an entire lunch period. These are merely examples of the abuse I suffered at the hands of these hooligans. There were many more.

All three of them chuckled at the use of the juvenile nickname from days gone by. Tim and Eddie were very familiar with Emily as my wife because we had seen them multiple times at parties held by our neighbors. We now avoided going to those parties whenever we knew Tim or Eddie, or worse, both, would be there. They were inappropriate when sober and downright crude when drunk. I could sense the skin on Emily’s skin crawl as the three of them leered at her in her skimpy bikini.

“Oh yeah, I remember him,” Eddie said while still giggling.

“Hey Emily. Looking hot today,” Tim said as he devoured every inch of her exposed flesh with lecherous eyes. I was thankful that Emily garnered 100 percent of their attention, hopefully distracting them enough to not notice the cum stains on my trunks and shirt.

“Hi Tim,” Emily said as she unconsciously wrapped her arms in front of her chest.

“You got that right, Tim. Can you believe she’s hitched to Needle?” Butch said to put his arm around my wife’s shoulders and pull her in close.

“Butch!” Emily exclaimed as she pushed him from her and snuggled up to me.

“What? You are hot,” Butch said to Emily before continuing to his friends, “I’m going to get a ride home with Needle and Emily. Is that cool?”

“Sure. Are we still on for the game tonight at your place?” Eddie asked.

“Hell yeah! Maybe I can even talk Emily into joining us for the game tonight. See ya later,” Butch said.

Emily and I gave each other a look of trepidation at the thought of her being Butch’s ‘slave’ in the presence of his fiends, but didn’t say anything because Butch was dragging us away without even getting to say our goodbyes.

As soon as we were out of earshot of the guys, Emily said, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I am not having sex with your friends.”

“Well, you are my slave, so you don’t have a choice.”

“Butch, I’m being serious here. We cannot afford to have this getting around town. Tim and Eddie are friends of our next-door neighbor.”

“What if I swore them to secrecy?”

“I just can’t. Not with those two there. They’re impossible to be around now. I can’t imagine what it would be like if they knew anything about this stuff.”

“Ahhh, you’re exaggerating.”

“NO! I’m not exaggerating. The last time I saw them, Tim was carrying a mistletoe around and forcing himself on every girl at the party. And…and…and Eddie…he can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“If you’re my slave, you won’t have to worry about any of that, because I’ll just order you to kiss Tim and let Eddie feel you up. Would you look at that? Needle’s hard again. All this talk about Tim and Eddie getting with you has him all hot and bothered.”

He was right. My cock had gotten soft after cumming on the beach, but this conversation had brought it back to life, which was as disturbing to me as it obviously was to Emily.

“John! What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not having sex with those guys, so stop having these perverted thoughts,” Emily chastised me, causing my erection to swell instead of deflating.

We were now in the minivan with me driving and them sitting in the middle seat behind me, continuing their discussion.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you the night off, and we can do the slave thing next week with just the 3 of us, but you two will have to pay for it.”

“We can’t do it next week. We have a D&D game next Saturday,” I chimed in from the front.

“Oh, that’s right. We can do it the Saturday after next. Does that work for you?”

“D&D? What the fuck is D&D?” Butch asked.

“It’s a game we play once a month with John’s friends. They have been playing since high school. I promise, we will be at your place in two weeks.”

“I guess I can wait two weeks to collect on our bet, but there has to be a price to pay for both of you. For one, I don’t want Needle having sex with my slave while I have to wait.”

“He’s my husband. You can’t keep us from having sex.”

“This isn’t a negotiation. I’m telling you how it’s going to be, or you pay the bet off tonight.”

“OK. You have a deal.”

“That ain’t the whole deal. No diddling yourselves either.”

“That’s ridiculous. How would you even know?”

“It’s easy. I’ll ask you, and if I think you’re lying, I’ll tie both of you up and invite my friends over to have their way with both of you. Do you think you’re a good liar, Emily?”

“OK. I can go two weeks, but I’m not so sure about John.”

“I’ve got an idea about that. Turn right on 36,” Butch shouted up to me.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I veered toward the exit.

“Just a little store. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. No diddling yourself, but I don’t want you to suffer, so you can text me anytime you need a seeing to.”

“I am not going to be that desperate,” Emily said, giving me an internal cheer.

“OK…OK. It doesn’t have to be me. I’m sure you’ve got lots of guys wanting to give you a ride.”

“Contrary to your perverted opinion, not all men are constantly thinking about sex.”

“Bullshit. You’re just too much of a prude to notice it, but with those knockers, I guarantee all your neighbors and Needle’s friends have jacked off to you. I bet they’re hitting on you all of the time.”

“None of our friends ever ‘hits on me’ as you put it.”

“I’ve got an idea. If you don’t want to be my slave tonight, then you’ve got to say yes when guys ask you to do anything for the next two weeks. Since the guys you know aren’t hitting on you, then you won’t have to do anything.”

“How would that work? Some guy asks me if he can have $100, and I just have to give it to him?”

“I’m just spitballing here. Does that happen often, where guys come up to you and ask for money?”

“Well, no, but guys don’t hit on me either.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.”

“If I had to say ‘yes’ to everything any guy asked me to do, I would be a slave to every guy. You’re asking too much.”

“You’ve got a point there. How about you just have to do three yeses per day per guy? You’ll be like I Dream of Jeannie. Hell, you kind of look like her too, don’t ya?”

“Per day? If someone realizes what’s going on, they could totally take advantage of the situation. That’s not fair either.”

“For someone who says that guys never hit on her, you sure are worried about what happens when guys hit on you. OK. How about if a guy fucks you two days in a row, then you get two days off from giving him any wishes, but we gotta make this a little more interesting than that. You can’t be all prudish about guys touching you. If some guy grabs your ass, or your tits, you gotta let him have his fun.”

“Butch! I can’t just let guys feel me up in public. I still have an image to maintain in town. I also have a fourteen-year-old son who can’t be exposed to any of this nonsense.”

“Wow. You drive a hard bargain. I’ll tell you what. You don’t have to do any of this stuff when anyone you know can see unless it’s Needle here. You know how much he likes seeing you be a slut. And, by know you, I mean they know your name and know where you live. It’s a small town and everyone knows everyone’s faces, but not who they are, if you get my drift. You gotta give something to get something, though. If a guy rubs your pussy, you’ve gotta start rubbing his cock.”

“No way I’m going to start rubbing a guy’s penis after he molests me against my will.”

“OK. OK. Then I guess we’ll have to give the guys easier access. You will have to wear skirts without panties every day for the next two weeks.”

“What? I can’t do that.”

“I’ll let you choose. I like the idea of you wearing skirts every day, no matter what, and the skirts all have to be above your knees. So, skirts and no panties every day. Oh, I’ve got an idea; since you’re going to be giving wishes like Jeannie, instead of having to feel their cocks when they touch you, you have to say ‘yes master’ each time you give a wish.”

“You’re impossible. Fine! I’ll go without panties, but I can’t say ‘yes master’ to guys, they’ll take it the wrong way.”

“Oh, I think they’ll take it just the right way. I’ll tell you what, you can say ‘yes sir’ for the first two wishes, but you gotta say ‘yes master’ if they get a third wish.”

“It’s not ideal, but I think that could work.”

“Great. One more thing. If Needle isn’t there to see it happen, you can’t tell him anything about it until we get back together.”

“First of all, nothing is going to happen. Secondly, I need to tell my husband if something DOES happen, otherwise it would be cheating.”

“You’ll be telling him, you just need to wait until I can see his reaction.”

“Why do you have to be so cruel all of the time?”

“It’ll be better for him this way, believe me.”

“Fine; I won’t tell him about the things that aren’t going to happen,” Emily said with a huff before adding, “One more thing: I’m not doing anything with your friends from the beach either, and you have to promise not to tell anyone else about this.”

“Eddie, Tim, and Charlie don’t know anything about this stuff, and I ain’t going to tell them.”

“No. They are off limits, or no deal.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but you’ve got a deal,” Butch said before adding “Pull in here” to me.

“Here?” I asked as we turned into a strip mall.

“All the way to the left, we’re going to the Intimate Treasures.”

“Oh no! I can’t go in there!” Emily shrieked.

“Sure, you can.”

“Seriously, Butch. I cannot go in there. I worked with the church to contest the business license. I would die if anyone saw me in there.”

“Look at the parking lot, it’s probably deserted in there.”

“The owner knows me. We argued against each other at the city council. Imagine how it would look if he saw me shopping in his smut shop after everything I said and did to keep him from opening his shop?” Emily pleaded.

“If he’s a man, he’ll be happy as hell to see you dressed like that. And remember. You have to say yes to any guy in there that asks you to do something,” Butch said with a little chuckle.

“I don’t have to do anything if there are other people around.”

“People you know, and I’m pretty sure you’re not going to know anyone that frequents this place.”

Emily grabbed her cover-up to put over her suit as she exited the van.

“I guess that counts as a skirt. Now take off your panties,” Butch said as he surveyed her small cover-up. Technically, it was a skirt, but since it was designed to be worn over a swimsuit, it was partially transparent.

Emily looked down at the outfit and must not have realized how transparent the fabric was, because she climbed back into the van for privacy before removing her swimsuit bottoms. As she emerged from the van into the sunlight, the triangle of red hair between her legs made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties. From her angle, though, she had no idea what we could see. I wanted to say something, but I knew Butch would make things worse for me than they were already going to be.

We walked into an empty store, which was much darker than the outside, meaning Emily’s transparent skirt wasn’t nearly as obscene as it had been moments ago. There wasn’t even a clerk at the counter as we entered the store, but the whole store had the skunky smell of someone smoking marijuana.

“Why are we here?” Emily asked as we followed Butch past the phallic devices designed for women.

“We’re looking for one of these,” Butch said as he held up a box that contained what looked like a small plastic pink penis. I finally read the words on the box, which said “CB6000S”. The words read, “Male Chastity Device”.

“What is that?” Emily asked.

“It’s just a little insurance to make sure Needle here doesn’t cheat on our little agreement this week,” Butch said.

“No way. I can’t wear that,” I said, trying to keep my voice low so the clerk wouldn’t hear me, which was ridiculous considering the volume of the porno playing on the multiple flat screens around the shop.

“It’s either this, or I collect on my bet now and you guys are my slaves tonight,” Butch said.

“Who would have the key?” I asked, hoping he would say Emily.

“I would keep all the keys with me. I wouldn’t want you sweet-talking your wife into letting you free.”

“What if I have to pee?”

“There’s a little pee hole. You’ll probably be sitting when you pee, though.”

“Just do it, honey. It’s only for two weeks. If I can’t masturbate, you shouldn’t be able to either.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to wear this thing,” I said, immediately regretting it as I saw her ire begin to rise.

“It’s easy for me? It’s easy for ME? You heard all of the things I have to do for the next two weeks. I can’t wear panties under my skirts. And, you’re going to complain about this!?” She seethed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll wear it. Forget I said anything,” I said.

“Great. We have everything set. Why don’t you guys go check out while I look around?” Butch said.

“What? You expect me to pay for this?” I asked.

“Well, I’m not wearing it. It will be yours to keep,” Butch said with a chuckle.

I was still grousing as we approached the counter, where a familiar face rose from the stool and approached us.

“Ems and Johnny. I never expected to see you guys in here,” said Randy, our neighbor. Well, Randy isn’t exactly our neighbor. Randy lives in the apartment over his brother’s garage, which is right next to our backyard. Randy’s brother Clyde had married well, snagging Kira, the only daughter of the owner of the Ford dealership in town. Kira and Emily are good friends, and both of them hate Randy. Kira sees Randy for the mooch that he is, but Clyde feels the need to take care of his loser brother, who is a decade older than Clyde.

Randy can best be described as a high school burnout who never stopped being a burnout. He’s not an addict or anything, but he is under the influence of chemicals more than he’s not. Judging by the smell of the small pipe he put down before joining us at the counter, this job allowed him to partake during his workday.

As far as appearance goes. Randy is about five feet ten inches, with a bit of a beer gut. He has long, unkempt hair with streaks of grey and an equally unkempt, greying beard. He is also missing many teeth from his brown toothed smile.

Emily literally jumped when she heard Randy’s voice. I expected a fight or flight response to kick in, but instead, she seemed just to freeze. I couldn’t form words either, just pushing the box I was carrying across the counter towards him, only realizing after I had done so how huge a mistake this was.

“A cock cage? You two are kinkier than I thought. Does this mean you’re cuck Johnny boy?” Randy asked.

I looked to Emily, who was a shade of red I had never seen. She recovered quickly from her shock, though. Much quicker than me.

“It’s a gag gift for a friend of John’s,” Emily said.

“If you say so. Would you like a demonstration of how it works?” Randy asked.

“No, thank you, Randy,” Emily said, before her head shook and she continued, “Actually, yes, sir, I would like a demonstration.”

I realized that this was her first ‘Yes’ of three she would have to give to Randy, whom she utterly despised.

Randy pulled the device out of the box, laid the components on the counter, and proceeded to describe how the device was held in place by securing a ring around my testicles to secure the cock cage in place over my penis.

“Thanks,” Emily said as he wrapped up his presentation.

“No problem. That’ll be $108.14,” Randy said.

I couldn’t believe I was paying $110 to torture myself. I was beyond pissed at Butch, but I knew there was nothing I could do. As I was pulling the cash out of my wallet, Randy continued talking.

“Do you want a hit, Ems? It’s really good weed,” Randy asked.

“Um, sure…er, yes, sir,” Emily said, offering ‘Yes’ number 2 to our disgusting neighbor.

“I gotta say, I’m not used to you being so formal, calling me sir, but I like it. Go ahead and get started while I get Johnny some change,” Randy said.

I watched Randy’s head follow Emily’s barely covered breasts in her bikini top as she rounded the corner. The sight of her partially exposed bush caused his head to snap down as soon as she was within his view. He continued to watch her transparently covered bare ass cheeks as she strode past him toward the bowl on the table.

After a few seconds of staring at my wife’s bare ass through the transparent cover-up, he finally turned back to the register to get me my change.

Emily was holding the small pipe, unsure of what to do with it. It needed to be lit, but it was obvious Emily had never done any drugs in her life. Randy turned back around and saw her puffing on the unlit pipe.

“I got ya,” Randy said as he slid up behind Emily, putting his right hand around her waist and his left hand grabbed the lighter off the table. “Just put it in your mouth and suck while I light it.”

He brought the lighter up as her cheeks sucked in. As soon as he brought the lighter to the pipe, Emily began coughing. She dropped the glass pipe to the floor, which somehow didn’t break, as she bent forward in a coughing fit. Randy’s right hand, which had been around her waist, was now resting just above her ass on her back. Looking down, he could see the cover-up had risen to just above the bottom of her ass. This must have confirmed to him that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“You can’t take that big of a hit your first time,” Randy said as he bent down to get the pipe off the floor. His right hand traveled down Emily’s ass as he descended. I saw Emily stiffen as his hand squeezed her ass cheek. She remembered her deal with Butch and just let Randy have his feel. Randy’s face was now well below Emily’s knees. He looked up between her legs, getting what I was sure was a clear view of Emily’s pussy. I just hoped it wasn’t as engorged as it had been after sucking Butch’s cock.

He slowly stood back up as Emily’s cough finally settled down. Randy’s hand remained on Emily’s ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. My eyes were so focused on his hand that I didn’t realize for a few seconds that he was staring directly at me as he felt up my wife’s ass.

“I see what’s going on here. You guys are totally into the cuckold thing, aren’t you?” Randy asked.

“What? No, of course not,” Emily said.

“Hogwash. Look where my hand is, and Johnny’s just standing over there with his dick in his hand, not saying a word,” Randy said.

“Please don’t tell Kira or Clyde anything about this,” Emily pleaded.

“Don’t worry. What happens in Intimate Treasures stays in Intimate Treasures,” Randy said, seemingly proud of his cleverness at his turn of phrase.

“Thank you,” Emily said.

“So, do you fuck other guys while Johnny watches?” Randy asked.

“Not guys. Just one other guy,” Emily said, admitting more than I would have.

Randy put the pipe back in Emily’s mouth and lit the lighter before saying, “Here you go, not as deep this time.”

Emily took a light drag from the pipe, coughing only a little.

“That’s better,” Emily handed the pipe to Randy, who took a drag before putting it back between Emily’s lips. She took another drag with no coughing at all this time. Randy’s right hand was once again on Emily’s ass as he passed the pipe back and forth between their mouths.

I watched transfixed as he slowly gathered the fabric of her cover-up above his hand until he was touching Emily’s bare ass with his grubby hand.

No words were spoken as the middle finger of his left hand pushed its way between Emily’s exposed butt cheeks. I knew Butch was somewhere in the store watching this from a distance, not wanting to interrupt Randy’s progress.

The pipe was empty at this point, and Randy tossed it onto the table. His right hand now free, he brought it up to Emily’s left breast.

“Nice. I always wondered if they were real, and now I know,” Randy said as he slipped his hand inside of her top and lifted her boob out of her bikini top.

“What do you say, Johnny? Do you want to watch me fuck Ems right here? I could lock the door,” Randy asked, oblivious to Butch’s presence in the store.

I was under no obligation to say yes to anything, so I said, “No. I do not want to see anything of the sort.”

Undeterred by my words, Randy lowered his mouth to Emily’s exposed breast and licked the nipple. This new position allowed Randy’s right hand to descend deeper into the cleft of Emily’s ass, until his middle finger was close to the opening of her pussy. I knew his finger had entered her when I heard Emily gasp.

“Oh yeah. I think you like this, Ems,” Randy said as he pushed Emily forward until her chest was pressed against the table and her ass was pointed towards the counter. He roughly kicked Emily’s legs apart before kneeling behind her to take in the view of her dripping pussy.

After a few seconds of admiring Emily’s pussy, Randy slid two fingers into her hole. He looked back at me and said, “I guess we should have put the cage on you before we got started. I bet you’re hard as a rock over there, aren’t ya, Johnny?”

He was right. I was hard enough to pound a nail.

Just then, the bells at the door jingled. I looked over to see Butch standing in the doorway as if he were just walking in. Emily quickly stood up and put her tit back away while Randy approached the counter, trying to adjust his hard cock in his pants with his right hand and licking my wife’s juices off his left.

“I guess we’ll have to pick this up another time,” Randy said as he put my cock cage in a discreet black bag. Emily joined me on the customer side of the counter, breathing raggedly.

“Yes, master.” Emily said, giving her third ‘Yes’ to Randy.

“Come in any time. I work 4 to close about every day. Or you can stop by my place whenever the lights are on,” Randy said.

“No, thank you,” Emily said as we headed for the exit.

Butch was perusing the magazines as we exited the store. I wanted to get in the car and just drive home, but I knew better than to piss Butch off. I noticed Emily sobbing next to me and tried to console her.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“No, I am not OK. Randy just fingered me. Randy freaking Jensen! He’s such a disgusting lech. I just hope he doesn’t say anything to Clyde or Kira,” Emily said before looking down at my crotch. “Are you still hard? What the fuck is wrong with you, John?” Emily sobbed.

I was aware of my hard-on but was hoping it would subside before Emily noticed it. “I’m sorry,” Was all I could muster to say.

“Just get in the van,” Emily said as she climbed into the back, exposing her ass and swollen pussy as she did. I was thinking she wasn’t as mad at me as she was at herself for being so wet for Randy, but I wasn’t going to poke at that hornet’s nest.

After about 5 minutes of uncomfortable silence, Butch finally emerged from the store with a discreet black bag of his own.

“Is it on yet?” Butch asked as soon as he entered the van.

“What?” Emily asked.

“The cage. Is he wearing the cage?”

“No. He was still hard. Are you still hard, John?” Emily asked with contempt in her voice.

“No,” I whispered.

“Good. Go ahead and put it on,” Butch said.

“What? Here? In the car?”

“Sure, it’s not like there is anyone around.”

As I pulled the pieces of the cage out of the box, I tried to remember what Randy had said about putting it on. Butch kept talking.

“You know you didn’t have to smoke that weed, right?” Butch said.

“I thought I had to say yes to all requests by men,” Emily said, confused.

“I guess I didn’t explain it exactly right. Only sexual requests count as your I Dream of Jeannie wishes. Let’s go through some examples to make sure you get this right. If you’re at a bar…” Butch said before Emily interrupted.

“Not likely.”

“OK. Let’s say you’re at a coffee shop and a guy asks if he can join you. You have to say yes, but that doesn’t count as one of his wishes, because he hasn’t asked you to do anything sexual. Now, after he joins you, he asks if you want a coffee. You don’t have to drink coffee if you don’t like it, so that you can say no. Then, let’s say the guy asks you if you want to go back to his place. That’s not a wish either, because it’s not sexual, but you still gotta say yes. Got it?”

“Really? Going back to a guy’s place isn’t sexual?”

“Nope. There’s nothing sexual about going somewhere. Maybe he just wants to talk in private. Now, once you’re at his place, if he asks you for a kiss, then that counts as one of his wishes, and you have to say yes, sir. You can see how a guy might not get very far with only three wishes. Maybe I should make it five.”

“No way! We agreed to three.”

“OK. OK. So, now you’re kissing this guy. His hands are probably going to wander, but that’s OK because it’s allowed. Now, if he fingers you like the guy in the store, you can count that as one of his wishes, but since he didn’t ask you anything, it wouldn’t make sense to say ‘yes, sir, but to make it fair; you gotta say ‘that feels good’ when he starts fingering you…”

“What!?! You want me to tell him it feels good!?!” Emily interrupted.

“I’ll give you the choice; you can say ‘yes, sir’ or ‘that feels good’ if a guy fingers you.”

“Oh my god! I’ll be acting like a slut.”

“That’s the idea. Now back to our story. You’re at the guy’s place, he’s kissing you, but he’s not going to finger you.”

“Finally, something reasonable.”

“Next, he might ask you to strip, or he might start undressing you, but that doesn’t count as one of your wishes, because getting naked isn’t necessarily sexual.”

“What? Are you kidding me? A guy undresses me, and it’s not sexual?” Emily asked, sounding completely flabbergasted.

“Nope, you gotta be nude to have sex, well, most of the time, but you don’t gotta have sex just because you’re nude. It doesn’t count,” Butch declared.

“This is bullshit.”

“My game, my rules. Next, he might ask for a blowjob, and you’ll say, ‘yes, sir,’ and get right down on your knees like a good little slut. During your blowjob, he might ask you to swallow or deep-throat him, but those aren’t new wishes, because they’re just part of the blowjob. He’ll probably be playing with your tits while you suck his cock, but that won’t count as one of his wishes either…”

“Of course not, why would it?” Emily interrupted with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

“After a while of sucking, this guy wants to fuck you. That will be his final wish, and you’ll say ‘yes, master’. Now, he’s going to want to fuck you in multiple positions, but that all falls under the fucking wish. If he wants to finish in your mouth, that will still be part of the blowjob wish. See? Easy,” Butch said.

“It doesn’t sound easy to me. I’m not having sex with someone like Randy in there without a condom. What if they don’t have a condom on them?”

“Well, guys don’t hit on you, so you have nothing to worry about, right?”

“After what Randy just did in there, I’m not sure about anything anymore. I’m seriously not having sex with someone like that without a condom.”

“OK, any guy who doesn’t have a condom doesn’t get sex, but they can have you wait while they get one. Speaking of in there. Needle needs some rules too. If a guy is fingering your wife and asks if you want to watch, you gotta say yes from now on.”

“What? No way!”

“We can’t have you guys sending mixed signals. You don’t want Emily looking like she’s cheating on you against your will, especially when we know how much you like to watch. All you gotta do is admit the truth.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Well, I guess we should go straight to my place and get ready for the game tonight.”

“Just agree, John,” Emily said.

“How about if I just ignore what’s happening and pretend I don’t notice?”

“That’s fine, but that dude in there asked if you wanted to watch. If someone asks, you gotta say yes.”

Finally, in exasperation, I said, “Fine.”

“I guess you might accidentally walk in on your wife with some guy, too. I’d hate to see you scare the guy off. So, if you walk in on her with a guy, you gotta tell them to keep going because you like to watch.”

“Oh, come on. That’s ridiculous. No husband would ever say that.”

“No husband except you because that’s exactly what you’re going to say. I’ll be asking Emily about it in two weeks. There will be special punishments for screwing up.”

“It’s only 2 weeks. Nothing is going to happen. Just go along with it so that we can get out of here,” Emily said.

“Yeah. Listen to your wife. One more thing. I don’t want you telling anyone else that you lost a bet. Remember, you’re doing this because you’re into it, got it?”

“Sure.”

“I’m thinking since Emily has to do what other guys say, then we should give Emily some power here. You will be your wife’s complete slave for the next two weeks. You’ll do everything she tells you to do. If she tells you to clean the kitchen, you’ll clean the kitchen; if she tells you to lick her boots, you’ll do it.”

“Ok,” I said, knowing Emily would never ask me to lick her boots.

“Good. What in the hell are you doing up there, Needle? Did you get the cage on yet?” Butch asked me.

I couldn’t remember anything Randy said before he started fingering Emily, and the instructions on the package didn’t make any sense to me.

“Not yet.”

“Shit. Didn’t you listen to the old dude when he told you how to put it together?”

“I forgot what he said.”

“Just go back inside and have him show you how to put it on.”

“What? No. I can get this,” I said, spreading the instructions out on the passenger seat.

“Just go inside, John.”

“Make sure you’re wearing it when you come back out, but give me the keys first,” Butch added as I exited the van with all the pieces in my hand, leaving the keys with Butch.

Randy looked surprised to see me again as I re-entered the store.

“Did you forget something?”

“I forgot how to put this on,” I said as I laid the parts on the counter.

“I knew it. You always seemed like the cuckold type.”

“I am not the cuckold type. I lost a bet and just need to wear it for a little while.” I figured there was no way Butch would know that I didn’t follow his stupid rules when Emily wasn’t here to see it.

“Did Emily lose a bet, too? She’s never let me within 10 feet of her before, and I just fingered her pussy. She was soaking wet; ya know.”

“Can you just show me how this thing works?”

“Sure,” he said as he laid the parts on the counter and showed me how they work for a second time.

“I get it now. Is there a bathroom where I can put it on?”

“We’ve got some private rooms in the back. They’re $50 for the first 1/2 hour.”

“I just need to put this thing on. Please.”

“Sorry. No public restrooms. There’s no one in here. Just put it on here, then you won’t fuck it up.”

“OK, thanks,” I said as I pulled down my shorts and started putting the ring around my ball sack.

As soon as my shorts were down, Randy let out a chuckle before saying, “I guess that’s why Ems is out looking for dick, huh?”

“I don’t need this right now.”

“That’s probably why Emily is so horny. She’s not getting what she needs at home. Tell her I’ve got what she needs any time.”

Ignoring his disparaging comments, I asked, “Does this go here?” as I tried to connect the cage to the ball sack ring.

“Yep, just put that through there and lock the lock, but you probably don’t want it on that large of a setting. With your little cock you’ll want it set on the smallest setting, or you could end up hurting yourself.”

“I would rather have more room than less, but thank you,” I said as I fastened the lock, pulled up my shorts, and quickly exited the porn shop.

Once back in the car, I had to show Butch and Emily what it looked like, so I stooped between the front seats to pull my shorts down.

“I wish they had a smaller size in pink. I bet you’re swimming around in that huge thing,” Butch said with his signature guffaw. Obviously, he found his joke hilarious. I was relieved he didn’t realize the thing was adjustable, or he might have made me take it off and adjust it to its smallest setting.

I started to get back in the driver’s seat when Butch said, “No, stay there. I want to test the thing out,”

“Test it? How are you going to test it?”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew the answer. He pulled Emily to him and started making out with her. He quickly had her legs spread wide, giving his fingers access to her still swollen and wet pussy. As he pumped two of his sausage fingers in and out of her, Emily began to moan into their kiss until her head lolled back with her mouth gaping open after only a few minutes of him fingering her.

My cock was straining painfully in the cage when he suddenly pulled his glistening fingers out of pussy.

“No, please. I’m so close,” Emily whimpered.

“No release for you, my darling, unless you want to go back in there and let that old dude finish you off,” Butch said.

“No, thank you,” Emily said, pushing her cover-up back into a semi-modest position.

“How does the cage work, Needle? Are you hard?”

“It works fine. And, no, I’m not hard.”

“The tears in your eyes tell me that it might sting a little.”

“Is it hurting you, honey?” Emily asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“It isn’t a pleasant feeling, but I’ll get through it,” I said, trying to sound cavalier.

“Alrighty then. What are you waiting for? Let’s get home.”

“Your house, or mine?” I asked.

“You can drop me off at my place, then you’re free to do whatever, since you’re not my slaves anymore.”

Those words were a huge relief to me. It meant our ordeal for today was over, and we just had to figure out how to get through the next couple of weeks with Butch’s ridiculous rules. I was also preoccupied with the strange feeling of a ring of metal tugging at my scrotum while my cock was encased in a cage of plastic. I kept trying to find a sitting position that didn’t cause any discomfort. I wanted to reach down to adjust myself, but didn’t want to give Butch any more enjoyment from my discomfort than he already had.

When we pulled up to Butch’s house, I looked back to see Butch had his hand under Emily’s swimsuit cover-up. He was lazily teasing around the folds of her pussy with his fingers while Emily just sat there with her legs spread wide and her eyes closed. Butch gave me a wink as he pulled his hand from between my wife’s legs before he opened the sliding back door of the van to exit.

“No,” Emily moaned as her head swiveled around, becoming aware that we had arrived at Butch’s house.

“Do you want me to keep going, Emily?”

“Please. I’m so close.”

“You’ve got to beg for it,” Butch said as he stared me down, as if he was daring me to intervene.

“Butch, please. I’m almost there,” Emily said as she slid her hand towards her dripping pussy.

“Nuh uh, Emily. No diddling yourself for two weeks. What do you say, Needle? Should I help your wife out? Butch said as he intercepted Emily’s hand with his meaty hand.

“I can take care of her just fine without your help.”

“Nuh uh. No sex means no sex. No oral. No finger fucking. Only other guys for the next two weeks for your wife.”

I was rendered speechless at this point. We had agreed to these ridiculous rules, and now my wife was desperately horny and there was nothing I could do to alleviate her need. I was wracking my brain to come up with a way around his stupid rules when Emily spoke up.

“Umm. Butch. Can you wait outside for a second? I need to talk to John about something.”

“Sure thing, but if you want me to take care of you, all you’ve got to do is ask,” Butch said, before stepping out of the van and closing the door.

To Be Continued…?

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