Yesterday. Saturday. Lamar. My wife. Me watching, unable to participate.
That isn't exactly true. Liz involves me, has me participate, just not in the way I want. The way my body needs.
When Lamar came in yesterday evening, Liz told me to strip. I did, thinking, hoping she might unlock me from my cage and at least let me join in while Lamar was there. I find Lamar rather... disconcerting. He is big, and very black, and sort of rough. I don't want to touch him.
Even so, I would have a threesome with him and Liz if that's what it took. Liz is the love of my life, nothing has changed with that. I want and need her, even if the only thing she does is humiliate and use me. If I have to be in a threesome with some big black guy to get inside her, I will do that.
Unfortunately, that isn't what she had in mind.
I stood there naked and she showed me to Lamar. Showed my compressed, squished, caged, impaled cock to Lamar.
"Pull down your pants, Ethan. I want you to show your newly caged cock to Lamar. I want both of you to see why I am about to fuck him."
They laughed. At me. Specifically, at my cock. Lamar actually touched it, picked up my caged penis and flopped it once, as he laughed.
"I wanted you to see my husband, Lamar," Liz said. "He's caged and under control."
She was grinning, happy. I stood there, naked while the two of them looked over the chastity device.
"Damn, Liz, talk about a pussy whipped husband!" Said Lamar.
"I know, right? Ethan has been heading this way from the first we met, and I think he is doing really well as a cuckold."
That was the first time I had heard Liz actually call me a cuckold. I think I flushed bright red, partly humiliation, partly anger. I had read up on it recently, realizing that was what was becoming of me. There was no doubt the concept excited me, but I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to be a cuckold. I did not want to be relegated to some secondary position, watching my wife have sex with whomever she wanted, with no rights, no privileges to her body.
"Liz, I am not a cuckold. I am your husband. Please, don't do this to me, not in front of this guy!" I motioned toward the tall black man in my living room.
"Ethan, come on. This is part of our arrangement, you know that. And it is working really well. Besides, look at the size of that cock. I mean, really."
I looked down. It was so totally not fair. My cock had a curved, bent rod stuck into it and a cage around the outside to make sure it never became erect. It was squished small. I said as much.
"Nope, Ethan, that doesn't fly. Lamar here is easily twice your size. I know it, I have felt him inside. Plus, just look at him flaccid. Show him, Lamar."
"That might be a little difficult, babe. I get hard the moment I see you," Lamar said and put his arms around my wife and his tongue in her mouth.
"Hey!" I said.
They both ignored me. "Hey!!"
They continued ignored me, making out right there in front of me, slowly taking their clothes off of each other until Lamar had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
It wasn't flaccid, but it wasn't erect, either. I could see it bouncing, it was in the process of getting hard. He stood next to me and said, "Lets take a look, Ethan."
His cock was easily three times the size of mine. I didn't want to admit it, though. "My cock is just fine. She just has me in this stupid device, and it makes it smaller!"
"The device isn't stupid, Ethan. You have been a lot nicer to be around, more attentive, more compliant. It has worked wonders, and I intend to keep you in it. In the meantime, Lamar and I are going to go have some fun!"
She took Lamar by the hand and led that big black cock into the bedroom. I followed. Something in me is masochistic or something, because I really wanted to watch that black cock stretch my wife's pussy wide.
And that he did. She sucked him, just getting some of the tip of his cock in, maybe a third, no more. Lamar got hard and even bigger as I watched Liz suck him expertly, and he fondled her tits and held her head to guide it.
Finally, he took her. I was positioned behind so I could see his cock slip into her. She made grunting, moaning noises as he pushed because he was just too big. I could see she was wet though, soaking wet ready for him.
Finally he got all the way inside with one final push. Liz screamed and then giggled, put her hands up around his biceps and let him ride her.
Every time that cock of his dived deep into her cunt she grunted, moaned, called out his name.
The whole scene was so not fair. Not only was my wife once again fucking this big black cock, I was watching it and I couldn't even masturbate! I was locked up, and she was getting off on teasing me, making me watch as she and Lamar were rubbing their bodies together until they shuddered with pleasure.
He came inside her pretty quickly. I could see his ass strain and legs thrust as he pumped her full of his cum. She encouraged him. "Do it baby. Cum inside me, fill me up! Deeper, babe, deeper, rip me apart!"
And he did. He thrust deep. Knowing how big he was, his cock must have been pushing all the way up to her stomach, stretching her insides.
Well, that wasn't enough for Liz. She had him lay down on his back and then rode him cowgirl. She faced me, spreading her legs super wide so I could see her cunt really well, and see how he penetrated her.
They both kept going at it. Even though he had cum, his cock never got soft. I mean, not even a little. He shoved it up inside of her and began pumping, and she began riding up and down like he was a galloping stallion.
I think tears were rolling down my cheeks at this point, such was my frustration. I wanted to be inside Liz so bad I could feel it. My cock kept trying to get hard, and kept failing. It would expand and then smash up against the unyielding metal of my cage.
So I just sat and watched. His semen was foaming at the entrance to her pussy as she road him. I remember thinking just how lubed she must be, remembering times when she was super lubed up for me. When I was inside.
If I had been able to take off that chastity device right then, I would have. But I've tried. It is pressed against my scrotum so tightly, it would literally crush my balls to take it off.
I think Liz and Lamar must have fucked for a little more than an hour, after which Liz demanded that I clean her up. "Ethan, get beneath me and clean my pussy, please."
This had happened in Hawaii, too. She during the foursome, she had demanded that clean her cunt of the other guys cum. It was awful, but I did it. We were in a foursome, and I mean, you do stuff, compromise in a foursome. This wasn't a foursome. This was me in chastity eating some black guy's cum out of my wife's pussy.
It was saltier than the other guys, and tasted stronger. And there was sooo much of it. It drooled out, and there were globs.
"Liz, I am... going to throw up..." I complained when I first started in.
"Well, then you can lick that up as well," she said. Oh god, she meant it. So I sucked her clean. While she was kissing Lamar. While she was necking with Lamar, I cleaned his sperm out of my wife.
I haven't had an orgasm in a week and a half, and I suspect I am at most, halfway to my next orgasm.
I've started begging for the key, for her to unlock me. She won't do it. She likes me this way, she says. And she likes seeing me suffer when she fucks Lamar.
I had no idea marriage was going to be like this. But she said it Saturday. I'm her cuckold.
