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It was the second date.
Only this time, Darius was picking Sabrina up. Ray watched from the window as she applied her lipstick—her favorite deep plum, the one she used to wear when they first started dating, back when she’d still steal glances at herself in the mirror every chance she got. There was a sparkle in her eye lately, and while it stirred something deep in Ray’s chest—a mixture of desire, fear, and unnamable ache—he couldn’t deny she looked breathtaking.
She scampered to the door, like a teenager on her way to prom, high on anticipation and butterflies. And then—she paused.
“Oh! The key,” she said, half-laughing as she grabbed it off the counter and gave Ray a quick wink.
Ray nodded, his face a practiced calm, but inside his heart was sprinting. The little steel cage was still wrapped around his cock, firm and unrelenting. It was, in theory, just a symbolic gesture—but god, how it mattered. Every tick of the clock tonight would remind him what that key represented.
And then she was gone.
Just like that, Ray was alone. Again.
He sat on the couch. Tried to read. Tried to watch something on his phone. Even opened up some porn, but the cage reminded him just how limited he was—how helplessly aroused, yet useless he had become. The porn felt artificial. Empty. He closed it.
Instead, his mind wandered back to their last therapy session with Dr. Hale. She had been the steady presence in the whirlwind of their recent exploration.
“Ray,” she had said gently, her legs crossed as she scribbled something in her notebook, “part of this journey is about unlearning entitlement. You have to stop seeing Sabrina as your source of sexual supply, and start seeing her as her own being. Sex isn’t something you’re owed—it’s something she chooses. That shift in mindset can either terrify or liberate you. You get to decide.”
That quote sat heavy on him. Sex not as supply, but as choice.
It was terrifying, yes. But god—it was liberating too. Like peeling away the layers of expectation and discovering something richer underneath. Something more alive.
They hadn’t decided anything last time—Dr. Hale hadn’t encouraged them either way. But she had opened the door. She’d let the question sit in the space like perfume: What would it feel like if Sabrina chose to sleep with Darius?
Ray remembered how Sabrina’s eyes lit up when that idea was first floated. That specific kind of sparkle a woman gets when she’s both thrilled and seen. Not just seen as a wife or a partner—but as a woman with choices, cravings, power.
He was aroused, no doubt. But also afraid. What if things changed too much? What if it became real in ways he couldn’t control?
They had made a pact: Sabrina would make the decision. And she would tell him everything. No secrets, just transparency. That was their line in the sand.
And now he was here. Alone. Watching the clock. Again.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
It was later than last time. Much later.
Ray’s thoughts swirled in anxious spirals. Was she having fun? Laughing? Kissing him again in his car? Or… more?
Then—
Car door slam.
Ray’s stomach flipped. His spine went rigid. He froze, ears straining.
Footsteps on the walkway. The jingle of keys.
The front door opened.
And there she was—Sabrina, framed by the soft light of the hallway. A smile on her face. A confident, glowing grin that made her seem taller, freer. Empowered.
Ray stood.
“How did it go?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Sabrina said nothing—just held up one finger and curled it toward him in a come hither gesture, walking toward their bedroom as she unfastened her coat and hung it on the hook.
Ray followed.
In the bedroom, the air shifted. It always did when something sacred was about to happen. She turned to face him, a playful look in her eyes, and slowly pulled down the front of her black panties.
Ray’s breath caught.
There it was—a wet, glistening mess tucked between the folds of fabric. Clear evidence of a night full of choices. Full of heat. Full of him.
“How do you think it went?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ray’s knees nearly buckled. He wanted to ask a hundred things. He wanted to cry. He wanted to fall at her feet. He wanted to come.
But instead, he just nodded.
Sabrina peeled off her panties and lay back on the bed, her body glowing in that soft, dewy way it always did after sex. Except this time, the sex hadn’t been with Ray.
She handed him the key to his cage.
He fumbled with it—shaking hands, heart hammering—as he unlocked himself. His cock throbbed instantly, released but still marked by the indentations of the bars. A physical memory of denial and devotion.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sabrina teased.
“I don’t want to like it,” Ray said honestly, “but I do. It’s so… hot.”
She smiled gently. “I want you to make love to me now. Slowly. I’ll tell you about it. This isn’t about punishment or humiliation. This is about us—reconnecting. I want you to feel what I felt tonight, in my own way.”
Ray nodded and climbed onto the bed. He moved between her legs, and she opened to him effortlessly. Her body was still wet—undeniably soaked, undeniably used. But welcoming. Warm.
He entered her slowly, eyes focused on her face, then downward toward where they connected. The sensations were overwhelming—not just physically, but emotionally. He could feel her soreness, her wetness, the reality of another man’s presence still lingering in her body.
And yet, she was still his wife.
“Did it hurt?” he asked quietly, pushing in deeper.
Sabrina moaned, wrapping her legs loosely around him.
“No,” she whispered. “I was so turned on, it didn’t hurt at all.”
He shuddered. His mind flooded with images—of her kissing Darius, of her gasping underneath him, of her opening herself without inhibition. And now she was offering that same body to him, to reconnect, to transmute what had happened into something beautiful.
He wasn’t large, but he had never felt smaller. And somehow—more alive.
As he moved in and out of her, he could feel the mix of fluids, the echoes of her evening playing like a reel in his mind. He was both inside her and in his own imagination, seeing the scene unfold secondhand. The jealousy stung, but it was laced with awe.
She laid back, sighing with contentment, letting him take what he needed.
“You looked so hungry for this when I walked in,” she whispered.
Ray moaned.
After just a few minutes—too few—he came. Hard. Shaking. It wasn’t just an orgasm. It was release. Humbling. Cathartic.
His cum spilled into her, adding to the mess between her thighs. Their second man of the night.
Sabrina laughed, soft and breathy. “Two men in one night… I feel like such a whore. God, I feel powerful.”
Ray nodded, chest still heaving. “You are powerful,” he whispered.
She got up, calmly headed to the bathroom to clean herself, and came back a few minutes later in her robe. Her skin glowed. Her energy radiated.
“I’m going to keep seeing Darius once a week for now,” she said as she folded herself into bed. “Nothing heavy. Just… fun. We have good energy together. Friends with benefits, I guess you’d call it.”
Ray nodded slowly. There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but also acceptance.
“I’m okay with that,” he said quietly. “I mean… tonight was one of the most intense, intimate things we’ve ever shared.”
She smiled and kissed his forehead.
“Thank god for Dr. Hale,” she whispered.
Ray nodded, curling up beside her. Her body was warm. Her scent lingered like perfume. And her presence—her choosing to share this with him—felt more intimate than any traditional idea of monogamy ever had.
