Not the Blowjob He Was Promised

"Have a good weekend, Cam!"

Cameron raised his hand and waved at whoever had wished him a good weekend as he rushed into the elevator. He was too distracted to devote even a moment to identifying his friendly coworker. He had to get home and it didn't matter who he ignored in the process.

There was a reason behind Cameron's single-mindedness. A very good reason. He'd been promised a blowjob. His first blowjob in nearly a year. Any man who'd gone that long without feeling his wife's mouth on his cock would have understood a bit of rudeness in a rush to get home.

The promise had been delivered that morning as Cameron opened the front door to head for his car. Leah had stopped him, kissed him softly, and said, "I'm going to give you a blowjob tonight."

"What?" he'd asked.

Leah grasped his caged cock and squeezed it through his pants as she smiled. "You're getting a blowjob tonight."

Cameron stared for a few seconds, studying his wife's face for the moment when she'd tell him she was kidding. "Really?"

Leah smiled and kissed him again. This time really went for it, parting her lips and letting her tongue dance with his as she rubbed his cock. It throbbed in the chastity device he'd worn at almost all times for the past year. It throbbed with desire as he'd gone nearly two weeks without release and had reached a state of desperation that only his wife could relieve.

"Yes, really, you're getting a blowjob tonight," she said. "But you need to go to work first."

The promise of a blowjob had occupied Cameron's mind all day. He'd watched his beautiful wife give several blowjobs over the past year, but it had been other men that had enjoyed the pleasures of her mouth. Three of those men had been regular bulls of Leah's over the course of the year and two had been brief flings as she'd taken full advantage of her freedom to fuck whoever she pleased. Leah had given several blowjobs without Cameron's presence, too, as she seemed to take great pleasure in offering other men something that she'd denied her husband.

"I'm home!" he called out mere moments after stepping through the front door.

"In here!"

Cameron followed his wife's voice to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway when he saw his wife in bed in a delicate lace bodysuit. The plunging neckline drew his gaze to her breasts, which looked remarkable behind the tight, soft black lace. The bodysuit made her legs look impossibly long and Cameron thought of the last time she'd worn it.

Her out of town bull - Brad - had come to visit. Leah had greeted him at the door in the bodysuit and a pair of heels. She'd pulled him close for a kiss and Cameron had stepped out onto the front porch to grab Brad's suitcase and bring it in the house. He'd shut the door and walked past his wife, pulling the suitcase to their bedroom where Brad would be staying with Leah for the long weekend. Not long after they both in the bed with Brad's cock deep in Leah's pussy while Cameron watched from his knees.

"I remember when you wore that lingerie for Brad," he said. "I remember how good you looked wearing it while you rode his cock."

She smiled. "I did that right here in our bed, though I suppose that the bed belonged to Brad and me that weekend, didn't it? Like a good cuck you gave up your place in our bed to the superior man I'd invited to spend the weekend with us."

Cameron nodded and his dick throbbed. He remembered serving his wife and her bull breakfast in bed on both Saturday and Sunday morning. He remembered cleaning Leah's pussy of her bull's cum as they ate their breakfast. He remembered spending the whole weekend playing the part of a butler and enjoying every second of it.

"Take your clothes off," Leah said.

Cameron stripped as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. It wasn't until then that he noticed the key to his chastity cage hanging from a chain around her neck. It nestled perfectly between her breasts and Cameron couldn't help but stare at the shiny object that would grant him the freedom he craved.

Leah noticed his staring and gently grasped the key. She rubbed her thumb over smooth metal and smiled as Cameron lowered his underwear and exposed his caged, throbbing, desperate cock.

"I can't believe it's been so long since I sucked your cock," she said with a smile.

Cameron used to get regular blowjobs. Not like when they were first together, but more than most married men. The frequency of oral pleasure was almost entirely due to the fact that Leah actually liked giving head. She'd simply transferred her fondness for it to the other men in her life since she'd caged and cuckolded him, an act of kinky pleasure that had been at Cameron's request.

"Come," Leah said once he was naked.

Cameron approached the bed and she reached out and caressed his balls while running her thumb over the slender steel bars of the cage that confined his cock.

"Do you regret asking me to cage you?" she asked.

"No. Not at all. The last year has been the most sexually satisfying of my life," he replied.

She looked up and smiled. "Mine too. I'm grateful you asked to be caged, to be honest. As it turns out, I didn't know what I was missing. I didn't know that sex could be so much more interesting and varied. I didn't know how much fun it would be to fuck a variety of men and to be able to choose them based solely on their sexual prowess. As it turns out, when you're not worried about a man's other qualities you can find a bevy of truly gifted practitioners of the sexual arts."

Cameron expected that Leah would lift the key over her head and slide it into the little lock on his cage. She didn't, though. The key remained between her soft, perky breasts.

"Do you miss my mouth?" she asked.

"Yes, very much so," he replied. Being caged and cuckolded wasn't perfect. Cameron hadn't received a blowjob in a year and he had far less penetrative sex with his wife than he used to. Still, it remained true that the past year had been the most sexually satisfying of his life, and it wasn't particularly close. The reality of being a chastised cuckold was far superior to the many fantasies Cameron had entertained over the years.

Leah stood and grasped his caged cock as her lips brushed against Cameron's neck before offering a handful of soft kisses. "You enjoy watching me suck other men's cocks though, don't you?"

"Yes, very much so."

She moaned. "You enjoy seeing my soft, plump, sexy lips moving up and down another man's long, thick shaft."

"Yes."

"You enjoy hearing those men - those sexually superior men - moaning as I pleasure them. You enjoy seeing how good I make them feel. You enjoy seeing how eager I am to pleasure them, to satisfy them, to make them cum in my mouth so I can swallow their thick, creamy loads of cum like a good girl."

Cameron's balls tightened and tingled as his cock throbbed in the cage, causing a hint of pain that he'd actually come to enjoy over the previous twelve months of confinement.

Leah's lips hovered close to his as she asked, "Do you enjoy kissing me after I've sucked another man's cock, Cam?"

"Yes, I do," he answered.

"You like it when you can taste another man's cum on my tongue, don't you?"

He nodded. Cum play had never been a part of Cameron's cuckold fantasies, but when Leah introduced the idea he'd found it surprisingly sexy. His dick throbbed painfully in its cage the first time she kissed him after sucking off another guy and Cameron quickly found himself hoping she'd kiss him every single time she blew someone else.

"Feel my pussy."

Cameron pressed his fingers against the bodysuit and felt her wetness - and a considerable amount of heat - through the thin lace. He wasn't sure what had inspired Leah's arousal, but Cameron loved that she was turned on.

"I've been looking forward to this all day," she said.

The thought thrilled him and there was no indication that Leah was lying for his benefit. It seemed that she really was looking forward to giving him a blowjob, which made Cameron feel like the luckiest man in the world.

"First, though, I want you to worship my pussy a little."

He sank to his knees without hesitation. Cameron pressed his lips against her pussy and licked Leah through the lace of her bodysuit. She smiled, moaned, and grabbed a handful of his hair as he looked up at his wife and admired the beauty of the pleasure dancing across her face. He loved to watch as she experienced the joy of sexual satisfaction.

As he worshiped, Leah reached down and pulled aside the bodysuit. Cameron's tongue pushed between her labia and he greedily slurped her juices, bathing his tongue in their sweetness while his beautiful wife filled their bedroom with moans.

"You love my cunt, don't you?" she asked.

Cameron nodded with his tongue deep inside her.

"You love watching other men fuck my cunt, don't you?"

His cock throbbed in the cage. His balls tightened. He nodded once more.

Leah pulled his head from between her legs, bent over, and slipped her tongue into his mouth to share in the taste of her cunt. He moaned and she stood up, helped Cameron to his feet, and directed him to get into the bed.

Leah took his caged cock and his balls - with their closely-trimmed pubic hair - into her hand. She ran her fingers over the wrinkled skin of his testicles and gathered the precum that had leaked from his soft, metal-encased dick. That precum soon ended up in Leah's mouth before she crawled into the bed, straddled his upper thighs, and kissed Cameron.

As they kissed, Cameron felt the key to his cage rest against his chest, the cool metal chilling his skin for a second before it warmed up. He yearned for that key to slide into the lock that kept his cock imprisoned. He yearned for his freedom. He yearned to feel his wife's mouth around his growing cock.

Leah kissed her way down his body, letting her lips linger against his skin and using her tongue to tease him in a few spots. He heard the key clink against his cage and his cock surged at the mere thought of freedom.

Cameron was certain Leah would unlock him at that point, but instead she kept on kissing her way down his body, going all the way to his knees before returning once more. She looked up at him with her face nearly eye level with his cock and then took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked it slowly and gently.

It felt spectacular, and when she switched and engulfed his other testicle in her mouth, Cameron closed his eyes and moaned at the way she moved her tongue over his flesh, at the way she sucked so gently, at the pleasurable vibrations that worked their way through him when she moaned while sucking his balls.

"Fuck...Leah..."

"Did you miss my mouth, Cam?"

He looked down and nodded. "I did. I didn't realize how much. I feel retroactively jealous of every guy you gave head to this year. Fuck, it's been long enough that I almost completely forgot how fucking talented you are...how amazing your mouth is...the stunning things you can do with it."

Leah smiled and then took his caged cock in her mouth. For the first time in a year, Cameron felt the unique pleasure of his wife's mouth on his cock. He felt her tongue swirling around. He felt his soft shaft get wet with her saliva. He even felt a touch of pleasure as she sucked like she desperately wanted him to get hard.

"Oh my god," he said. Then came the ache. The pain of his dick trying to get hard in chastity. It was more pronounced than usual, but of course it was. He was getting a blowjob while in chastity. He was beyond desperate to get stiff. He was out of his mind with an absolute, overwhelming need to get hard and he couldn't do it.

"Leah...please..."

She looked up, sucked harder on his caged cock, and then asked, "Please what?"

"Please unlock me. Please let me out."

She flashed a naughty smile and said, "Let you out? Who said anything about you being let out?"

Cameron studied his wife for some indication she was fucking with him. Surely she wouldn't be so cruel as to leave him caged for a blowjob. She was still smiling, but it wasn't the kind of smile that indicated a joke. It was the kind of smile that indicated that she fully intended on following through with leaving him caged.

"No, please," he said.

Leah took him in her mouth again. She sucked harder. She swirled her tongue faster. It felt better. It felt great. It just wasn't a blowjob. He wasn't going to get off. He wasn't going to cum. Not like that. How could he?

The entirety of his caged cock disappeared into her mouth and Cameron marveled at the sight of it, which produced more arousal, which made his dick ache more.

Then Leah looked up and crawled forward. She kissed him while grinding her lace-clad pussy over his cock. Her tongue probed deep into his mouth and she moaned like she was thoroughly aroused. Cameron couldn't help but note that feeling of the chastity key against his chest, one more small bit of teasing to really drive home the fact that Leah was in control.

Then the doorbell rang. Leah smiled and rolled towards her side of the bed. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. Before Cameron knew it he was cuffed to the posts of their bed, his arms pulled as far to either side as they could go.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Having fun," she replied before leaving the bedroom in her lingerie.

The front door opened and Cameron heard the sound of muffled voices. A few minutes passed during which he heard what he thought was kissing, some moaning, and more muffled voices. Then footsteps approached the bedroom.

Leah walked in still wearing her bodysuit. A man followed. Cameron recognized him. His name was Bart. He'd fucked Leah a handful of times and had always been thoroughly aroused by the notion that she was cuckolding her husband, that he was fucking a married woman. He'd been particularly delighted by the sight of Cameron's cock in a cage, laughing rather loudly on more than a few occasions.

"Look who I found," Leah said, though she almost certainly had invited Bart over to play a part in the naughty game unfolding in their bedroom.

"Good to see you again, Cameron," Bart said with a smile.

He was, quite notably, naked and fully erect. His cock glistened, too, a sign that Leah had given him a blowjob. Cameron was jealous. Wildly jealous.

"Yes, I sucked his cock," Leah said with a knowing smile. "Would you like to see me suck it again, Cam, or would it be too painful to watch your beautiful wife suck a sexually superior man's dick while you're in that cage and cuffed to the bed?"

Cameron struggled against the cuffs as he fought against his suddenly intense desire to watch Leah give a blowjob.

"Yes, I want to watch," he answered.

Leah immediately sank to her knees in front of Bart and took him in her mouth. Cameron's cock throbbed in his cage and again he reflexively fought against the handcuffs that now bound him to the bed.

"Fuck, Cameron, she's incredible," Bart said as he put a hand on the back of Leah's head. "But you know that, don't you? You remember how good your wife's mouth feels. You remember what an incredible cocksucker she is. It's just been a long time, hasn't it? It's been ages since you got to feel this mouth of hers, since you got your dick sucked like a real man gets his dick sucked."

Cameron thrashed hard enough to cause a sharp pain in his wrist and then he took a deep breath and tried his best not to lose his mind as he watched his wife worship another man's cock. Leah masturbated while giving head, rubbing her pussy with great vigor as she looked up at Bart and gladly let him gently push on the back of her head to urge more of his dick into her mouth.

"I need to get fucked," she said. "Will you take me from behind while I suck my cuck's little locked up dick?"

Bart laughed. "I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more."

Leah stood, kissed him, and then crawled into the bed and between Cameron's legs. She ran her fingers up his thighs, kissed each of them softly, and then took his caged cock in her mouth while playing with his balls.

Bart moved behind her and slid his cock into her pussy. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her with long, slow strokes. Leah moaned around Cameron's cock and the vibrations proved blissful.

"Fuck...fuck...Leah, please just unlock me," he said. "Please. Please. I deserve to be unlocked."

"No, you don't," she replied. "You deserve to get your dick sucked, sure, but you don't deserve to be unlocked while it happens. You don't deserve to be uncuffed. You deserve to watch a sexually superior man satisfy my pussy while I suck on your small, soft, locked up little dick. That's what you deserve, Cameron. That's what you're going to deserve for the rest of our marriage. This is what you are now. A locked up cuck."

Bart fucked her harder. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and he seemed to take pleasure in staring right at Cameron and taunting him without saying a word.

"This is what a cuckold deserves," he said. "To be cuffed to his fucking bed while his wife gets pounded from behind."

Leah looked over her shoulder as she played with Cameron's balls and said, "Give me that big cock. Fuck me as hard as you want. Fuck my tight little pussy and cum in me."

Cameron was full of angst, frustration, and lust. He wanted to cum. He wanted to be set free from his cage. He wanted a blowjob. He wanted to fuck his wife. He wanted to masturbate. He wanted all of it.

Leah took his balls in her mouth and stroked his caged cock. She sucked and swirled her tongue over his flesh. She moaned and looked up at him with the purest lust in her eyes. She was getting off on getting fucked, but it was more that. She was getting off on getting fucked while Cameron was caged like a good cuck.

"I'm close, Bart," she said. "Cum in me. Please, cum in me."

Cameron's cock disappeared into his wife's mouth again. She moved up and down. She gave him a blowjob. She sucked on the cage and his flaccid cock inside it. She sucked vigorously, too, and it felt so fucking good. He'd never cum like that, but it felt good.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" Bart cried out.

Cameron watched the other man's face as he came in Leah's pussy. He watched the pleasure. He watched the deep sense of satisfaction. He saw the smile. Cameron saw everything he wanted to experience. Everything he craved. Everything he was certain he deserved but had been denied.

Leah came with the caged cock in her mouth. She practically screamed in pleasure. She kept sucking and moving her tongue, though, offering Cameron more of that same low level pleasure that was both wondrous and torturous.

"Fucking hell...there's nothing quite like fucking you when he's in the room, Leah," Bart said as he leaned over and kissed her back and shoulders.

She sucked a little harder on Cameron's cock and then pulled off, turned her head, and kissed the man that had just cum inside her. "I'm going to cover his cock in your load," she said with a smile.

"I'd love to see that," Bart replied.

Cameron was helpless to do anything as Leah crawled forward and took his chastised dick inside her. He felt the warmth and heat of the pussy he so thoroughly enjoyed and he felt the wetness of another man's load encircling his shaft.

Leah gently rocked her hips back and forth, bathing Cameron in the bliss of her slick, messy, cum-filled cunt.

"There will be no more real blowjobs for you, Cam," she said with a smile. "You don't deserve a real blowjob. Not when I have so many sexually superior men to play with. You deserve to be teased. To be driven mad with desire. To feel your little dick aching in the cage. But some part of you loves this. I know it. I know what kind of man you are."

She was right. Cameron knew she was right. Some part of him did love it. Some part of him would be fantasizing about it for weeks, if not longer.

"I thought about letting you cum," she said. "About unlocking you and giving you a nice, slow handjob with Bart's cum as lube. I changed my mind, though. I'm not letting you out. I'm too turned on by the idea of keeping you caged for a little longer. Maybe just a few more weeks."

"No, please," Cameron said.

Leah smiled, lifted her hips, and crawled forward until she was astride his face. Then she sat down, grabbed a handful of his hair, and said. "Make me cum and feast on Bart's load while you do."

Absent any other option, Cameron went to work. He heard Bart chuckle from the foot of the bed. He licked up another man's cum and massaged his wife's clit with his tongue. He did as she'd instructed and his cock throbbed because there was a part of him that loved the denial, the dominance, the cum feeding, the humiliation.

If Leah held to her word, that part of him would thoroughly enjoy the next few weeks while he remained cage. The rest of him would find it impossibly difficult, but sometimes that was the life of a cuckold.