'Black Marks 3' - Chapter Two

ASHLEY

I’m awake. And it feels like I had a decent few hours of sleep. Even with this hard shell around my cock. Am I slowly getting accustomed to wearing it overnight?

I twist around the other way in the bed, and in the dim, morning light, Marcie’s blonde head lays on the pillow alongside mine.

She’s still here. She didn’t go to Finn.

I should have trusted her not to.

I exhale hard and move closer to the warmth of her bare back. Gently I spoon her shoulders and lower down, her lovely fleshy behind.

Mmmm, oh God, that’s good. But it’s torture too. My compressed cock strains for her from inside my chastity belt. Man, I need the closeness of being with her - inside her - before I have to leave her for work at the salon. She’s got the day off for Christmas shopping today. And I know he’s not due to leave the house until later this morning.

I move closer still to and against her, carefully though, so that no sharp edge at the bottom of the padlock is likely to scratch or dig into her flesh. But the heat from the valley between her buttocks is almost too much to bear. I should have left my underpants on when I came to bed last night. Left a layer of cotton between me and her too. To dull the temptation.

Last night I came close to insisting she unlock me though. But I stopped myself. I decided I’d find out just how long she’d choose to keep me denied now that Finn’s home seven days a week.

If I can last out.

She talked me back into chastity after I’d jacked off on Saturday. After I’d watched her with him and Phil.

My trapped dick pushes hopelessly against the tough walls of the little cage and my whole groin trembles against her.

With my eyes growing more accustomed to the lack of light, I gaze at the back of her head and her thick blonde hair. Whatever her motivation for not offering to unlock me since the weekend, it’s only making me all the more horny for her.

But man, it’s fucking hard when I’ve got a full day’s work ahead of me. I’m honestly not sure I can bear it today.

Marcie moans in her sleep and the sound is almost like she’s just starting to have sex. My frustrated groin throbs. I’m desperate.

I glance back at the clock on my nightstand. I’ve got to be at the salon early today, but still have fifteen more minutes before I need to get up and get ready to leave.

To hell with waiting for her to choose the time.

When she feels just how much I want her right now, she’ll be only too pleased to have me inside her.

I pull the bed covers off me and then, with a glance back at her, I tiptoe across our bedroom toward her wardrobe. The key was in one of her shoes the last time she told me to get it.

I slide the wardrobe door open and then crouch down in nothing but my transparent cage to feel around the instep of one of her heels.

Nothing.

I try another. Then a third. It would help if I could fucking see better.

“Ash, what are you doing?” Marcie yawns from the bed.

“Looking for the key,” I say and my voice is thick, “which shoe is it in?”

“It’s not in there. Come back to bed.”

“Well, where did you put it?”

“Come back to bed,” she says again.

“Where is it, Marce?” I say and stand, then return to her and climb back into the warmth alongside her bare body.

“Mmm,” Marcie turns to me with a sleepy smile on her face, “Is my baby horny for me?”

“Yes, I’m fucking horny,” I say, and pull her to me.

“Mmm, that’s nice to hear,” one of her hands cups my balls.

“Get the key, Marce,” I groan.

She laughs but kisses me and perversely the fact that she’s ignoring what I ask only excites me all the more. It makes my need for her stronger. Worse. I run my hands all over her body and her nipples stiffen to my touch.

“Come on, Marce,” I plead with her.

She grins at me and now her hand massages my balls.

“I’ve got to get going in a few minutes,” I gasp.

“Mmm, which means you don’t have time for this,” she kisses my ear.

“I do,” I peer back frantically at the clock, “I’ve got ten minutes.”

“We can’t do much in ten minutes,” she laughs but she pushes me onto my back and climbs onto me.

“Oh, Marcie,” I peer up as straddles me and I hold her hips. I wriggle my lower body and try to position my chastity belt right on her shaved pussy.

She smiles down at me, her boobs wonderfully bare and her blonde hair hanging.

I run my hands over the indents of her waist and grind up numbly at her.

“You’ll only frustrate yourself,” she peers down at me and scoops her hair away from her face.

“Exactly,” I groan, “So get the key.”

“You don’t get out of that on a weekday,” she purses her lips and shakes her head.

“Since when? Who says?” I stop moving and stare up at her beautiful but smirking face.

“Since now and I say.”

“No way,” I frown up at her.

She thinks I’m staying like this five days a week, every week? “How am I supposed to cut people’s hair if I’m shaking with frustration? Like a junkie with withdrawal.”

“Mmm, you’ll have to think calm thoughts,” she says and slides off me again. She slithers down the length of the bed and then down my body until her head is level with my groin.

“Marcie, don’t,” I groan and shake my head. But she cups my balls in both her hands. I reach out blindly to either side of me and grasp at the bed sheet underneath.

“Mmm,” Marcie kisses my chastity belt, and pursing her lips, she blows her warm breath through the bars of my cage.

“Uhh,” I groan and push the back of my head hard into the pillow.

She draws the whole cage slowly into her mouth and my incapable cock is engulfed by heat. Her fingertips patter on my testicles but then she rakes her fingernails across them, and over my belly and my inner thighs.

I whimper.

“How much do you want me right now?” she whispers from between my legs.

“I’m going crazy for it,” I screw my eyes shut.

Man, how some timid part of me wants to insist she gets the fucking key this very second. That she unlocks me so I can flip her onto her back, bury my tongue in her throat, and my dick deep inside her.

But I’m incapable. It’s like she’s drained the fight or the masculinity or whatever the hell it is out of me. I just lie here under her control and let my wife’s mouth kiss and torment my groin. I let her fingertips and hands do the same to the rest of my body. And I whimper like a baby. Or like someone already defeated.

“I might let you out tonight,” she peers up from below my waist.

“Thank God for that,” I gasp.

“Or I might not.”

“Fucking hell Marce,” I groan and lift my head from the pillow. “Well, at least let me suck your tits or something before I have to go.”

“Nuh-huh,” she shakes her head but grins up at me.

“Marcie, you’re evil.”

“I thought that’s how you liked me?”

“I don’t know what I like anymore,” I say and ease her head and shoulders away from my lower body, “I can’t think straight when I’ve been lying next to you like this.” I sigh so hard but I get up from the bed.

I cross the room and grab my dressing gown from the back of the door. I want a shower. And a coldish one to calm myself down.

But before I can open our bedroom door there’s a knock on it.

What the hell does he want at this time of the morning?

“Oh hey,” he frowns and his whole hulking, hairy body is bare except for creased, gray boxer shorts, “I thought I heard something,” he says, “thought I better check everything was OK.”

“Right,” I frown back at him. Maybe he heard me crying out for her. Or he heard nothing but hoped I’d already gone early and that he’d find my wife on her own.

My gut twists, but my balls prickle too at his desire for Marcie.

“No worries,” he shrugs, “I’ll see you both tonight. Better get some breakfast and get ready to leave soon too.”

“Finn?” Marcie calls out and I turn to see her sitting right up in bed with the covers clutched to her breasts. She’s got her knees pulled up in front of her. She shovels her hair around her shoulders. “Come and warm me up for five minutes,” she smiles at me and then gazes beyond me at him, “I’ll make you breakfast before you leave.”

I gape at her.

“You better hurry up with your shower Ash,” she says as Finn slips into our room and then past me to my wife.

I tighten my dressing gown around me as he climbs into our bed with her.

“Mmm,” she murmurs then giggles as he joins her under the covers and he takes her in his arms.

Finn pushes her onto her back.

“You don’t need to wait,” she tells him as she’s kissed. “You can do it to me right away. Mmm, Ash left me all hot and bothered. But he’ll get his reward tonight if he’s a good boy, won’t he?”

“Yeah, sure,” Finn mumbles, and as her legs spread under the covers his body rises above hers.

I stand and stare, my cock rammed hard into the bars of my cage.

“Uhh,” Marcie groans slowly and deeply from the back of her throat and he must be inside her.

I’m going to be late.

I hurry from the room with my heart pounding and my mouth dried up.

How can I just let that happen?

But in our bathroom, as I wait outside the shower for the water to warm up, I grasp at my chastity belt with both hands and rub it.

My wife refuses me sex but hands it to the lodger on a plate.

Man, I want to go back there and watch, or at least listen some outside the door but I don’t have fucking time.

I yank open the shower door and dive under.

I rub shower gel around my balls and armpits. I spray the cage too. It’s sticky with pre-cum. Then I wash my hair as well. I try my best to think about the day ahead, but it’s virtually impossible. I force myself to.

This time of year is always so busy. Clients coming in for their Christmas cuts, ready for all the socializing. But maybe a hectic workload will help stop me from brooding about what I’ve just seen. About who’s getting it while I’m not. About how much I need to cum. I reach down and tug at the chastity belt.

Why would Marcie even need me inside her now when she has Finn’s much longer and thicker cock here 24/7 to satisfy her?

Then I’m out of the shower and drying off, rubbing my hair as fast as I can before I brush it in place and then clean my teeth.

I’m back in our room in a matter of minutes.

And still they’re fucking. The bed springs creaking with each heavy thump of his body into hers.

“Mmm, uuhhh, oh Finn,” she moans and the covers slip away from them.

Marcie’s legs wrap around his broad back, like she’s terrified he could slip away from her too. His back arches and straightens every time he locks out and groans inside my wife.

I dress in silence as my wife is plowed. And then as she climaxes.

And still, they’re fucking.

I clear my throat at the foot of our bed, “Marcie, I’ll have to go.”

But Marcie is preoccupied with a second orgasm, a longer one that makes her shriek and makes my face hot.

“I’ll have to go, Marce,” I repeat myself and stare hopelessly at them.

Finn’s body slaps down frenziedly at her in a flurry of strokes. Marcie clutches at his thick neck and she kisses him and her toes curl then his bare buttocks knot and he grunts and he unloads in my wife.

I need to leave but I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop watching them kiss as they lay naked and entwined in one another’s arms and as their breathing slows and they murmur to one another.

“Mmm, Ash says it’s too cruel to make him sleep next to me when his little thing’s all locked up,” she says to Finn and then she kisses his face and peers up at me from underneath him.

“I know I could never do it,” Finn shakes his head and kisses her. His long hair is messed up too and his hairy bare arse relaxed now. “Never. Sleep alongside this body and not get it when I wanted it?”

“Mmmm,” she purrs and kisses him again, her right leg and little foot rub against his left side, caressing him, “So maybe I should sleep in your room from now on? If Ash doesn’t want me here,” she gives me a sulky pout over Finn’s shoulder.

Author's Notes

Do you think Marcie means what she says about Finn's room, or is she just teasing her husband? Maybe because she knows he secretly enjoys it?

Is her whole relationship with Phil's construction worker out of control? Has the time come for Finn to be told to look for new accomodation?

Let me know what you think about the trio in the comments below. Or what you hope for from them..

Next week, in 'Black Marks 3'  Wes spends some alone time with his neighbor Sterling. For the first time since the older man spanked Wes's wife. And if as that's not awkward enough for Wes, just wait until he hears Sterling's next proposals..

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