His Wife. His Keyholder. His Cuckoldress - Part 2 (Patreon)

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Austin closed his eyes and let the hot water cascade down his body. Work had been particularly frustrating and his body had felt worn out at the gym and all he wanted to do was relax in the shower and let the stress and annoyance of a bad day wash away.

He was so lost in his quest for relaxation that he didn’t notice Penelope step into the bathroom until she’d opened the shower door and joined him.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Austin said as he admired his wife’s beautiful body.

“Thank you,” she said.

He glanced at the key that hung between her breasts – he wasn’t sure she’d taken it off since officially becoming his keyholder – before looking away. He’d been locked up a week and each successive day was more difficult than the last. The less he thought about his overwhelming desire for release, the better.

“You know, I always know you’re extra stressed out when you head right for the shower after work,” Penelope said as she ran her hand over Austin’s chest. “You barely even said hello.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he replied. “It was just one of those days. It wasn’t really anything specific. It just felt like everything was conspiring against me.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Penelope said. “We’re all entitled to feel stressed out sometimes. The fact that you work out and then take a shower when you’re stressed is pretty good, all things considered.”

Austin smiled at his beautiful wife as he tried his best not to let the sense of desire building in his loins overtake him. He didn’t want to deal with the ache of chastity. Penelope looked so good and there was nothing he would have enjoyed more than a round of shower sex, but that wasn’t really possible in his current state.

“I can help you, though,” Penelope said as she stepped closer. “I’m very good at relieving stress.”

She pressed her naked, wet body against Austin’s and immediately he surrendered to the desire he’d been trying to keep at bay. It was impossible not to, especially when Penelope pressed her lips against his and let her tongue slip into his mouth. His hands moved to her ass and he squeezed it, eliciting a moan from his beautiful wife.

“Doesn’t kissing me help relieve some of your stress?” she asked.

“It does,” he answered.

“Would kissing my breasts help?” she asked.

Austin nodded and Penelope stepped back and leaned against the tiled wall of the shower. She reached out to take his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. Austin took that as an invitation to play and he leaned down to kiss and lick his wife’s wet flesh. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and she moaned. Her fingers ran through the wet hair on the back of his neck and the desire raged within him.

Penelope brought his lips to hers once more and their tongues danced as she reached between his legs and caressed Austin’s locked cock. He moaned, more from a sense of yearning for his release than the physical pleasure of being touched.

“My pussy needs your attention,” Penelope whispered.

Austin fell to his knees and looked up at his wife’s lithe, wet body. She smiled and reached out to caress his face and pull him closer to her pussy.

“I know you were stressed out today,” she said, “But you should have greeted me. You should have let me take care of it. You should have let me guide you to a less stressful place.”

Austin kissed her thigh and Penelope smiled.

“Don’t you feel better now? Isn’t it so much less stressful to be between my legs? Isn’t it nice to focus on my pleasure?” she asked.

Austin nodded. As much as he craved his release from chastity, it was impossible to deny that he was less stressed than he’d been just a few moments ago. His wife was naked, she looked breathtaking, and he was about to make her cum, as he’d done at least once a day since she agreed to be his keyholder.

“Will it make you feel good to make me cum?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Will it help relieve some of your stress to give your wife an orgasm with your tongue?” Penelope asked.

“Yes, it will,” Austin answered as the hot water massaged his back.

“Make me cum, Austin,” she said.

Austin crawled closer and pressed his lips against his wife’s wet pussy. She closed her eyes, her mouth opened, and she unleashed a delighted moan. It was the sound Austin took increasing delight in as his first week in chastity had unfolded. He’d quickly come to find a kind of release in giving his wife pleasure. Her orgasms were, in a way, his orgasms. When she moaned in pleasure he felt a little bit of it. When her thighs trembled as an orgasm approached he could feel just a little of that same sensation between his legs. He was living vicariously through her, and in doing so he was embracing the idea that his orgasms were almost certainly going to be far more limited than they had been before Penelope had become his keyholder.

“That’s it,” Penelope said. “Make me feel good. Make my pussy feel good. Eat my pussy with that beautiful tongue of yours. Make me cum, Austin. Make me cum!”

Austin felt quite certain that his wife had enjoyed his tongue – and the orgasms it provided – more in the last week than at any point in their marriage. She’d seemed to embrace her role as keyholder and the pleasures that came with it, and so far she was more than happy to keep him in a highly aroused state as often as possible.

“That’s it…that’s it…Austin…I’m cumming. God, I’m cumming!” Penelope cried out as her thighs trembled. She grabbed his head with both hands and held his face between her legs until the last moment when she pushed him away.

Penelope’s moans reverberated around the bathroom as a smile broke across her face.

“That was excellent,” she said. “I think I’m going to want another once we’re out of the shower. I just can’t get enough of that tongue of yours.”

Austin was more than happy to provide as many orgasms as his wife wanted. His cock ached and he craved his release, but he knew Penelope would provide it, even if it took longer than felt ideal. If he was good, his release would come.

“Can I help?” Austin asked as he stared between his wife’s legs.

Penelope smiled and moaned as her fingers danced over her clit. “How would you like to help? It’s not like you can fuck me, not with your cock locked up tight in that cage.”

Austin wanted to fuck his wife. After nine days in chastity, he was desperate to fuck his wife. He yearned for the warmth and wetness of her pussy. He wanted to feel it wrapped around his stiff shaft once more. He wanted to plunge inside her and experience the joy of fucking her until he climaxed.

“I could lick your clit,” he said. “You like my tongue, don’t you?”

“I do,” Penelope replied before closing her eyes and moaning. Her hips lifted off the bed and Austin stared at her pussy, which looked genuinely soaked. “I like my fingers too, though, and you were a little rude to me this afternoon so I’m not sure you deserve to taste my pussy.”

Austin wasn’t sure he’d call his behavior rude, but he knew what Penelope was talking about. She’d asked him to do a few things around the house – wash the dishes, take out the trash, etc – and he’d been a little short when he’d told her that he would get to it a little later. Penelope had been rather firm in her response: Austin would do what she asked or he wouldn’t come out of his cage for a long, long time.

“I’m sorry about that,” Austin said.

“I know you are,” Penelope replied as she plunged two fingers into her pussy. Austin listened to the sounds of wetness as his wife fingered herself and he felt jealous. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to fill her like that. “You know what you can do for me?”

“What?” Austin asked.

Penelope pulled her fingers out and rolled over. She opened the nightstand and pulled out a long, smooth, purple vibrating toy. “Would you like to fuck me with this?”

Austin took the toy from his wife and nodded. “I’d love to.”

“Go ahead,” she said. “Put it inside me. Fill me. Fuck me.”

Austin placed the tip of the toy between his wife’s pussy lips and gently filled her. Penelope moaned as her fingers returned to her clit and her masturbation resumed. He watched the toy disappear between the folds of her slick flesh.

“Fuck me, Austin,” Penelope said.

Austin felt a painful surge between his legs as his wife uttered the words he’d longed to hear since she’d locked him in his cage. He’d imagined he’d hear them while inside her, though.

“Does that hurt?” Penelope asked.

Austin looked up to see his wife smiling at him as he plunged the toy in and out of her pussy.

“Does it hurt to hear me say that? Does it make you wish you were inside me?” she asked. “Does it make you wish your dick wasn’t locked up in that little cage? Does it make you wish you were fucking me instead of using that toy on me?”

“Yes,” Austin said.

“It’s a shame you were rude to me,” she replied. “If you weren’t I might have released you. I might have unlocked your cock and welcomed you between my legs. I might have let you fill my tight pussy. I might have let you fuck me until you spilled your load inside me.”

Austin knew she was teasing him. He knew Penelope was taking advantage of his desire and twisting the knife a little, but it was effective. He cursed himself for not doing as she asked the moment she made her request. He cursed himself for not hopping to his feet to take care of the rather simple chores. If he had, perhaps he really would be inside her in that moment.

“Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. Pound my tight pussy with that toy, Austin. Pound it.”

Austin did as Penelope desired. He pounded the toy into her pussy. He pounded it harder and deeper as he listened to his wife moan. He listened to the sounds of pleasure that filled their bedroom. He watched her fingers dance over her clit. He saw Penelope reach up and play with her breasts as she masturbated. He saw everything he was missing out on because his cock was locked up in a cage.

When Penelope came it was loud. She arched her back and rolled her neck as she screamed towards the ceiling. Her entire body trembled for a few moments. She grasped her breast with surprising strength and pulled on her nipple harder than Austin had ever witnessed.

Afterwards, she smiled at Austin and beckoned him to crawl closer and cuddle with her. Penelope kissed him and reached down to caress his locked cock.

“I’m sorry I was rude,” he whispered.

“I know you are,” she replied. “And don’t worry, I’ll let you out soon. I promise.”

Austin wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, so he hoped Penelope would follow through on her promise.