Page 5 of Caged for Them

“You know that I think it’s sexy that you’re bi,” I whispered. “I like to imagine you sucking cock. But it’s just a fantasy.”

“Jason’s cock, though…. hmm. It’s huge, you know.”

“Henry,” I hissed.

“You want to fuck me and Jason together?” he growled against my ear, nipping at the earlobe. “Watch us suck each other’s cocks?”

“Baby,” I moaned, reaching desperately for the zipper on his pants, freeing his big cock and palming him through his boxer briefs. He was rock hard and as horny for this fantasy as I was.And that was all it was, right? Only a fantasy — something that could never happen.

“He doesn’t know I want to suck him off. He’s so gorgeous. It’s too bad he’s not bi. You’d look so pretty riding him while I licked you both.” Henry’s voice was gruff and sexy.

I was frantic now, desperate for my husband, and I fell to my knees and took him in my mouth, sliding a hand down the front of my jeans to rub my clit as I sucked him like I wanted to devour him. Sex between us was good, but I’d hadn’t experienced this urgency of need for him in years. He wrapped his hands into my hair and fucked my mouth a few times before yanking me back and tossing me against the back of the sofa. I cried out as he slid open my fly, tore my jeans down and thrust into me in one violent motion, grabbing me around the throat and slamming inside me, filling me again and again.

We both liked it rough. That was one of the many ways in which we were compatible. I loved the way he used his weight and his strength to fuck me, to make me his. He wrapped his fingers through my hair and fucked me harder, and I screamed out his name as my body was wracked with pleasure.

He hauled me against his chest, thrusting in from behind as one hand shoved my shirt up, pushed my bra out of the way and groped my breast and the other dipped between my legs, circling my clit until I was a needy mess, crying out for release. What would Jason do if he walked in right now and found us like this, half dressed and savage with need?

The thought of our friend forcing his hard cock down my throat as my husband fucked me was enough to send me surging over the edge of orgasm, crying out as my body convulsed around my husband’s shaft. He shoved me back down onto the couch again and drove into me, chasing his own release with a wildness that made me shake beneath him. He shouted, slamming into me one last time as he pulsed inside me, filling me, then collapsing against me, his breathing ragged.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” I whimpered, squirming against him. He was softening inside me, and I loved it when we stayed joined for as long as possible, so I held on tight and didn’t let him go.

“So we need to watch some bi porn or something,” he said as he finally lifted me and pulled me close, turning me to face him. “I’d love to get you all riled up like this more, my love.” He kissed me with a rough possession that I loved.

“Or something,” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding on. We were a mess, our clothes were in disarray, but I didn’t want to deal with that yet. Again, I wondered what would happen if Jason walked in. Would he lift my hips and impale me on his big shaft, fucking me as Henry held me? Would I want him to? Would Henry want him to? My pussy quivered at the thought, Henry’s cum making a mess of my thighs.

“But we don’t actually want that, do we?” Henry asked, sounding a little hesitant. “We don’t actually want Jason.”

“I don’t know, baby,” I said, completely unsure of things with Henry for the first time in five years. “You’re the one who brought out the cock cage.”

“It seemed brilliant when I saw it in the drawer.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I must have been losing my goddamn mind.”

“Right,” I whispered, and he studied me for a moment. I exhaled a slow breath. “We can’t possibly do anything as insane as pursuing a relationship with your best friend.”

“Agreed.” His voice was tight with disappointment, but he didn’t argue. He wouldn’t risk us, no matter how hot the fantasy was.

Chapter 4

Jason

Henry invited me overa few nights later, and I was so keyed up from playing with the cage that I could barely think straight.

“Are you wearing it?” he asked, and I knew immediately that he was thinking about it too. He was thinking about my cock locked up, about controlling my sexuality. Did it turn him on the way it turned me on? I studied his face, but couldn’t read anything in his eyes. He’d come out to me as bisexual when we were teenagers, but had always assured me he had no interest in me. I wasn’t his type.

Or did wearing a cock cage make me his type? He’d been with Mari so long that I didn’t know what kind of men he preferred.

“No. I think I need someone to control it for me. Caging myself didn’t…” I halted, realizing that I’d been about to say it didn’t turn me on. I couldn’t admit that to Henry, could I? Mari was in the kitchen, typing on a laptop, but the typing had stopped when I spoke, and when I looked up, she was staring at me. My body flushed all over. “I think I’m going to find someone to hold the keys, you know? Otherwise, it won’t stop anything.”

“Yeah,” Henry said, grinning. “So you want a domme, huh? She could spank you when you get cheeky? Or maybe she’d edge you until you’re losing your mind.” Something about the way he said that made me think he had some experience with edging. Mari certainly wasn’t submissive, but perhaps Henry enjoyed submissive men. Or maybe Mari edged him.

I groaned, closing my eyes and leaning back against the headrest of the sofa. “I didn’t say that.” When I opened my eyes, Mari was still staring at me.

“Does it fit?” she asked. “It was comfortable when you tried it?”

“Yeah, I guess. As long as my dick didn’t start to get hard.” My heart was in my throat, but that was probably because of the insanity of this conversation. I swallowed, trying to chase the tight feeling away.

“You need to be with someone you completely trust when you engage in this kind of play. You can’t pick some random womanand let her cage you up,” she said, walking over and sitting on the coffee table in front of us. Her eyes were serious, her words firm. “You could get hurt. Emotionally or physically. I want you to be safe.”

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