Locked in Chastity Husband Watching Hot Brunette Wife Takes Fat Cock

The Dirty Details of a Chastity-Cuckolded Husband’s Torment

James woke up that morning feeling a familiar twinge between his legs, a desperate yearning that had become achingly familiar over the past year. His wife Lisa’s gift of a chastity cage for their anniversary had been both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, the sleek metal device that encased his manhood had freed the couple from the breakneck pace of their sex life. No more rushed, passionless quickies squeezed between work and picking up the kids from soccer practice. Instead, they were mostly facilitators for Lisa’s insatiable lust, pencil dicks she could whip out and satisfy her urges on a whim, like a do-it-yourself sex toy vending machine.

The flip side of this arrangement was James’ utter and helpless arousal. Consigned to the sidelines of his own wife’s sexual fulfillment, all James could do was pine and weep for the days when he’d been allowed to stuff his wife’s pussy with his own reliable meat. Lisa had taken her husband’s cock for granted, he realized, never truly appreciating the ergonomic design or artistic wood grain finish of the original manhood God had bestowed upon her. Now he would be forced to amuse himself, mediocre at best, until she decided to throw him a mercy fucking every month or so.

James’ hand crept down to cup the metal prison as his other hand scrolled through the smartphone snapshot of his wife’s recent escapades. Lisa standing with her arm around the burly shoulder of their neighbor, Tom. The images James had captured from a distance – Lisa propped up on the counter in their kitchen, Tom’s muscled thighs between her legs, catching her eye just as his workman-like penis burrowed into her dripping snatch. Her face painting over with the rapturous ecstasy that used to be reserved for him, before the chastity cage, before the other men. And now it belonged to Tom and the upstairs neighbor and the guy from the gym and all the other long-dong silver unlocked studs that Lisa so enjoyed stroking.

Once a month, Lisa would excuse herself for a few hours to satisfy her own lust, and James would settle in on the couch redunk and watch a film or play video games while his wife enjoyed some hard, deep penetration from a real man’s cock, not his measly little boy pecker. Just like she was doing right now – over at Tom’s place, no doubt enjoying a huge helping of well-fucked wife ambrosia, leaving James to stew in a surreal take on the story of Tantalus, where all he could do was look and look, never taste.

Whether it was out of sadism or simple absent-mindedness, Lisa had insisted on having their threesomes at home, a rule James couldn’t question or hope to enforce, since he dared not discharge the key to his tight dragon cock sheath from its permanent residence around his wife’s slim neck. Exactly once a week, without fail, Lisa would invite her latest gigolo into their marital bed for James to watch and wistfully remember the good old days when the sparky seat cushions were his alone to christen.

Which is how James came to be balls-deep in a bucket seat at 2 o’clock on a Tuesday, mind buzzing with the painful sweetness of his wife’s shrill moans. Her wide open, tunnel-stretched pussy lips chewed up a fat phallus from the young beefcake from down the street, all while Lisa made eye contact with her very own cuckolded husband. James wasn’t invited to touch himself, of course – that was a privilege reserved for the men pounding his wife into a daze, not the husband she kept locked in chastity like her sex accessory.

As the young buck hilted himself in Lisa’s juices, James shifted his eyes downward to ogle the stranger’s heavy, cum-laden balls slapping up against his wife’s plump ass. The colossal knot of man meat between her legs was too much for the average woman to handle, let alone take bareback and in the pussy. But Lisa ached to be stretched out and left gaping, and was willing to take the risk of getting bred by her lover to keep her cunt leaking sticky nectar and happy.

James’ mind flashed back to the first night his wife had brought home an actual alpha’s cocksack and requested his assistance in servicing the monster. Cowed by Lisa’s assertive sexual agenda, James had been powerless to do anything other than suck on the positively gargantuan testicles handed to him. He’d lapped at the stranger’s hairy, imposingly heavy nuts like his very own cowardly lion, coaxing seed from the sack, while Lisa rode out the stranger’s clothes-shredding ejaculation with relief and ecstasy. The next day, Lisa had laughed as she recounted how her husband had been more excited to guzzle down the fruits of her stud’s loins than wedge his own negotiable rod into her sweet loving embrace.

Now, Lisa’s moans were reaching a fever pitch as the young stud prepped to deluge her hungering cunt with a second whitewater surge of life-giving human protein. As Lisa gushed reams of girl cum down the young prodigy’s jiggling ballsack (which James would eagerly lap up later, he knew) the ecstatic newlyweds rolled off each other, leaving James to marvel at the conduit for streams of day-old spunk running down his wife’s thigh, never to be denied his infertile wife’s tightening center rč bellowing at the sky to signify her happiness.