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(If you’re new to this series, I recommend that you at least go back to Part 4, if not to Part 1, which will make sense of the decision facing Richard now.)

My euphoria blurred the lines between roleplay and reality. I had loved immersing myself in the suggestive innuendos we’d started this game with, but the rapid descent into lurid exploits came with urgency and reserve. I hadn’t asked her for clarification. Hadn’t had the talk outside of fantasyland, because the possibilities overwhelmingly fed the fetish infusing my mind.

But at what cost? Was I really ready for everything she spoke of? Did I have a choice?

I felt lube dripping over my caged genitals, followed by her hands working it in.

“You can be sure about one thing. If I let you watch me fuck, it will be without a cage on. I don’t want you to have an excuse for how much smaller you are. No, you’ll be naked, paunch and all. Fully exposed for my lovers to understand why I need them.”

“I’ll put a cock ring on you if you want one because you can’t get hard. Embarrassment can do that, but you should hold your head high. It takes a lot of selfless devotion to let another, more capable man fuck me, and to provide the glorious experiences I’ve been missing.”

She was really tugging on me now with long, deliberate motions. Stretching me to where I couldn’t hide my discomfort, then jerking me before stretching me again.

The cage movements slowed, while her other hand slid across my pecs before tweaking a nipple. It was so unexpected that I nearly fell over.

“Shh. Steady there,” she said in a whisper. I regained my stature before she continued.

“I’m not being greedy, little dick. You’ve starved me for so long that your acknowledgement has opened the doors wide for me to run though. I can’t wait to get my mojo back!”

Her slow masturbation of my cramped cock had my balls aching to explode.

“But let’s not worry about how many just yet,” she said, then reiterated. “What I mean is, I’m struggling with how much time to give you. I want osmancık escort to be patient. Want to give you a reasonable chance to show the commitment you claim to have.”

She removed her hands completely. I wanted to come so badly, but refused to fuck the air like last time. I felt it would demonstrate weakness and a self-centred interest. I needed to prove I was more than that.

She started tapping on my cage. “I want you to start assessing men wherever you are. Observe their demeanor. You know I’ll be doing that, or should I say, continuing to do that. If we’re together, bring them to me and I’ll take it from there. They will love that.”

“Some will take the hint right away, but others will see you, or our wedding rings, and be suspicious. That’s where you’ll have to be convincing. Tell them about your deficiencies and my needs. What you do in those situations will be a true test of your commitment to our new life together.”

“I can see that I’ll eventually get into threesomes or more, but for now, let’s stick to one at a time. That doesn’t mean we can’t plan for two or more on the same day. And in the rare case that the first man was the real deal, you may need to step up by offering any others the choice of a hand job or blow job to make up for it. For some, it may be the first time a guy has ever done that for them, so be enthusiastic, like the women in porn! If they decline, well, at least you offered. And never forget to thank them for giving you their load. Guys live for that. Make sure he sees you lick it off of your fingers, mouth or chest. It’s the only way I’ll know that you’re all in.”

Embarrassment battled with seductive compliance as pre-cum dripped from my cage.

“If you totally give yourself to my needs, then I will consider letting you be an active participant. Involve you in ways that are more than just selection. Looking back on past roleplay and the porn you like, I sense you’d want that, too. Want to know what a real man’s cock smells like. Tastes like. But I don’t osmangazi escort need you, either. I am more that capable of finding and fucking the men I want. Admitting your deficiencies and devotion to me took a lot of courage, hubby, but that genie can never go back in its bottle again.”

My slippery cock throbbed mercilessly.

“I have a confession to make. I saw Derrick drive by when we were at the kitchen window. You know, the handyman that moved in down the street?”

“The one you crooned your neck at when we were at the sink?” I asked pointedly.

“Ooh, you noticed that,” she answered slyly. “Anyway, he came yesterday.” Gayler suddenly gasped, then laughed raucously.

“Did you hear that?!” she said in a lusty voice. “I’m so aching to fuck that I spoke incorrectly. A Freudian slip, maybe?”

She placed her other hand on my genitals, jerking my cage with one hand while palming my balls with the other.

“He stopped by to say hello, and to borrow some sugar. I’m so horny that my legs quivered when I opened the door and saw his gorgeous smile and broad shoulders. It was a struggle to contain my desires and offer him my sweetness as well.”

She started teasing my perineum with her fingernails.

“I gathered some for him. He was being such a gentleman, while I wanted him to be a conqueror! I was ready to show him what a nasty wife I was by sliding my hand up his arm and pulling him close.”

Her brazen thoughts were driving me crazy!

“Baby,” she said, “you have no idea how tough that was! As soon as he left, I got out my big dildo, sank my sodden pussy onto it, and rode that beast to a mind-bending orgasm.”

Gayle began massaging my ass cheek while still working my cage. The next thing I felt was a slick finger teasing my ass, causing my hips to roll.

“Honey, he is so fucking hot, and I’m sure he would be down to fuck if asked. This could be our first adventure together, but you still lack total commitment to me, don’t you? I know by his confident demeanour osmaniye escort that he’s got what your wife needs between those thighs. So the question is whether you can lean into your submission and begin our journey by asking him to fuck me.”

I was moaning now, desperate for release, while pushing my bud hard against her lubed finger and sensing pre-cum seeping from my tip.

Her lips grazed my cheek. “Do you want me to get what I deserve?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded meekly.

She eased away. “See! That’s it, right there,” she replied. “Now that we’ve affirmed that you don’t have the cock and stamina to please your wife, it’s time for you to step up! Be the provider. You’ll still need to do all the other things a good husband should.”

There was a hand smack on my bare ass where the spatula had been used, which caused me to hop forward. A second, harder smack really caught me completely off guard, and I almost fell over.

“I’ll bet I can spank Derrick’s firm ass while he fucks me, and he won’t even feel it. All he’ll do is laugh at me and fuck me harder. Oh, god, I can’t wait! I want him, baby!”

She began jerking my caged cock even harder as she pressed against my anus. I couldn’t keep from swaying to increase the effect she was having on me.

“If I ask you to, would you walk down there right now and see if he’s still home?” she asked. “Be a strong, confident sub. Tell him you cannot please your wife anymore, and that we both want him to come over and fuck me.”

Her hand movements slowed to a crawl, with one hand pulling hard on my cage and the other all but inside my ass.

“Do it for me, honey,” she said frankly. “Walk down there with your caged cock and bring him to me. Tell him what a good fuck I’ll be. It’s about time we get going with this, and I can’t think of a better man to ask.”

My balls ached so badly that I was bouncing on my toes.

I stammered. “I…I…”

“Say it. Say yes to me. To this. Convince me you mean it,” she commanded.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Yes, what?” she asked.

“I’ll ask him to come over and fuck you,” I said.

“And if he doesn’t?” she asked.

“I’ll beg like you want me to,” I panted.

“Like I want?” she questioned.

“Like we want,” I corrected. “I’ll beg him for what you deserve.”

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