“Let me show you one more thing. Well, eight more things,” said Dorothy as she got out the punishment pegs and their screwdriver. It only took a minute to put them in place, and the implied—yet very real—threat of damage to Basil’s cock was once more present.
“But he can’t get hard in the cage,” Marci said, manipulating him a bit. There was a bit of a familiar rush of blood to his cock, but nothing came of it.
“But he can try,” said Dorothy.
“Yeah, but it goes away pretty quick. Or at least that’s how I remember it.”
“He can try to get hard. He tries very hard,” said Dorothy. “Want to help me see how much he can stand?”
Marci looked at her new friend. Yes, maybe they were a little drunk, but the wine had mostly worn off. And the situation was supercharged with lust, but it still took her more time than it should have to get Dorothy’s meaning.
Dorothy gently ran her fingers down Marci’s arm. “I know you only came over to fuck Basil, but…”
“I promised Liz I wouldn’t cheat on her,” said Marci.
“This isn’t cheating, not yet.” It was a lie and they all knew it.
Marci turned her head to Dorothy and they locked eyes. Then then both closed their eyes, moved closer and kissed.
To Dorothy, Marci’s lips were incredibly soft, just like a woman’s should be. To Marci, Dorothy’s lips tasted of deception and lies and cheating, just as she liked. While she had never had sex with a woman before, Dorothy found herself becoming the aggressor, rolling on top of Marci and quickly kissing her way down to Marci’s breasts. The moment took her and she didn’t stop there; she knew what she wanted. When her kisses reached Marci’s belly, a groan from Basil gave her pause.
Both women looked over at the only man in the room. His cock was effectively trapped inside the steel cage, but it was still swollen and red. It was bigger inside the cage than Dorothy had ever seen before. “Don’t,” he begged of them.
“Honey, I’m going to fuck your ex-wife. You can leave the room or you can watch. It doesn’t matter. We’re going to do it again, with or without you.” She turned away from Basil and continued her path down to Marci’s clit. Marci closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.
It was Basil who had to wipe away a tear, but he didn’t leave the room. He continued to watch.
End
About the Author
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