This is the second of a three part a series, if you are just joining in, start with part 1.
Katie lay sprawled on the bed, her skin glowing with sweat, her hair tangled and wild. Leo had just left, his cologne still lingering in the air, and Tyler sat on the edge of the mattress, quiet, staring down at the floor. His lips still tingled with the taste of Leo on her skin.
Katie propped herself up on one elbow and studied him. Her smirk was still there—confident, sly, almost cruel but layered with the kind of affection that made his stomach twist.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she said, her voice teasing.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” Tyler admitted, his voice rough.
Katie’s hand slid over her stomach, down between her thighs, lazily rubbing herself where Leo had left his mark. “Then don’t say anything. Just listen. Because I think it’s time we had a real conversation about why Leo is here.”
Tyler’s chest tightened. He looked at her, nervous. “Okay…”
Katie rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling as if her words were casual, though every one of them cut deep. “You know I love you, Tyler. You’re my husband, my best friend. But when it comes to sex…” She let the silence stretch, her fingers circling slowly over her still-sensitive mound. “…you don’t satisfy me. Not the way I need.”
He flinched, his face flushing. “Katie…”
“No, listen.” Her tone sharpened. “I’ve faked orgasms with you more times than I can count. Do you know how exhausting it is? Pretending, moaning, squeezing my thighs around you just so it feels like something? All just to spare your feelings.”
His heart dropped. A sick wave rolled through his stomach. “You… faked them?”
She finally turned her head, her hazel eyes locking onto his. “Yes, babe. I had to. Because your dick…” She paused, smirking now. “…well, it just isn’t enough. Not for me.”
His ears burned, his throat dry. Shame poured through him, but beneath it, that same traitorous pulse of arousal stirred.
Katie sat up, her eyes flashing with mischief. “Actually, let’s prove it. Tyler, take your dick out.”
He blinked. “What?”
“Take it out,” she repeated firmly. “Right now. I want to compare.”
His hands trembled as he unzipped and pulled himself free. Soft, small, pathetic under the weight of her stare. Katie bit her lip to keep from laughing outright, but the amusement glittered in her eyes.
And then, as if summoned, Leo stepped back into the room, shirtless, his cock still semi-hard, dangling thick and heavy between his legs. Katie’s smile widened.
“Perfect timing, lover,” she purred. “Come stand here. Let’s see them side by side.”
Tyler’s stomach churned as Leo stepped closer, towering over him. The difference was humiliating. Tyler’s small shaft barely peeked above his hand, while Leo’s cock hung like something out of a porn scene—thick, veiny, impossibly large.
Katie let out a sharp laugh, clapping her hands together. “Oh my god, Tyler. Look at you. Look at him. It’s… it’s not even a contest.”
Leo smirked, his voice low and teasing. “That’s what you married, huh?”
Katie reached for Leo, stroking his length with one hand while pointing at Tyler’s limp little cock with the other. “Do you see why Leo is here, Tyler? Do you see why I need a bigger man to satisfy me?”
Tyler’s face burned hot. His cock shrank even more in his own grip, humiliated into retreat.
Katie leaned forward, pressing her lips to Leo’s shoulder as she purred, “From now on, babe, your dick doesn’t get to go inside me. Not ever again. My pussy belongs to men who can actually fill it.” She smiled wickedly. “Which means Leo. Only Leo.”
Tyler’s chest clenched. The finality of her words rang in his ears. “Katie…”
“Shh.” She placed a finger to her lips. “Don’t pout. You can still love me with your tongue. That much, I’ll allow. In fact, I expect it. Every time. But this little dick?” She tapped it with her nail, making him flinch. “Off limits.”
Leo chuckled, wrapping an arm around Katie’s waist. “Sounds fair to me.”
Katie’s eyes lit with sudden inspiration. She stood, crossing to the dresser, and pulled something from the drawer. Tyler’s breath caught when he saw it: a small, pink, plastic chastity cage.
“Time to make it official,” she said sweetly, holding it up. “If your dick is off limits, then it stays locked up. No more jerking off when you’re frustrated. No more sneaking a quick release when I’m gone. You belong to me.”
Tyler’s heart raced. “Katie… that’s… I don’t…”
“You don’t what?” she pressed, tilting her head. “You don’t want me to be happy? You don’t want to prove your devotion? This is how you show me you’re serious. That you understand what I need.”
Her voice softened, almost tender. “It’ll make you a better husband, Tyler. Trust me.”
Shaking, Tyler let her fit the cage over him. It clicked snugly into place, trapping his small shaft, the pink plastic gleaming against his skin. His stomach knotted with humiliation and arousal all at once.
Katie kissed his cheek gently before pulling back. “There. Now you’re safe. Now you’re mine.”
Then she turned to Leo, holding up the small silver key. “And you, lover…” She pressed it into his palm. “…you hold the power.”
Leo’s grin widened, pocketing the key. “Gladly.”
Katie sat back down, her legs crossed, her smirk wider than ever. “This relationship is certainly progressing in ways I never imagined it would,” she said. “You could have left things well enough alone, Tyler. But you wanted to watch. You wanted to know. And now…” She gestured between Leo and herself. “…things are better. Don’t you think so, babe?”
Tyler’s chest was tight, his throat dry. He could barely speak, but somehow, the words slipped out, trembling and small:
“…Yes, Katie.”
