This is the second of a two part story, if you are just joining us start with part one.
The house felt different when I stepped inside. Our home, normally filled with quiet routine and familiar comfort, seemed alive with something electric, dangerous, forbidden. I slipped off my shoes as quietly as possible, my heart pounding in my chest, following the faint sounds of Rebecca’s laughter up the stairs.
Her laugh—God, it was giddy, playful, the kind of laugh she hadn’t made for me in years. Not because she wasn’t happy with me, but because she wasn’t lit up in that same way.
When I reached the bedroom door, it was already open. Rebecca was leading Elijah by the hand, swaying her hips as though she’d choreographed this moment for him. She turned her head, caught sight of me, and smirked knowingly.
“Clothes off,” she said softly, her voice commanding but not unkind. “All of them. And then the corner. Hands at your sides. Eyes on me.”
“Yes, Rebecca,” I whispered.
In seconds, I was naked but for the little cage clamped around my cock, my body trembling as I stepped into the corner. The room smelled of her perfume, her arousal already thick in the air. I pressed my heels into the carpet and forced myself to stand tall, exposed, as my wife climbed onto the bed with Elijah.
They kissed hungrily, clothes tugged away, his shirt falling to the floor, her dress sliding up her thighs. My throat burned with equal parts jealousy and reverence. She was so beautiful, so alive, and I was here to witness it. To give it to her.
Rebecca turned her head, locking eyes with me even as Elijah pressed himself against her. Her gaze didn’t waver, didn’t blink. “You watching, sweetheart? This is what I’ve been waiting for.”
“I’m watching,” I croaked, my chest tight.
When Elijah slid into her, she gasped—a sound I’d never coaxed from her. Her whole body arched, her lips parted in a cry that was equal parts pain and bliss. “Oh God… stretched,” she moaned, clutching at his shoulders. Then her eyes snapped back to me. “Do you hear me, Zack? I’ve missed this. I look forward to it all year. A whole year of little disappointments… and then finally, this.”
Her words pierced me, but I couldn’t look away. She was radiant, lost in sensation, reminding me with every thrust that what she needed most I could never provide.
“I love you so much,” she moaned between thrusts, her voice ragged with pleasure. “I love our life. I love the way you use your fingers, the toys, everything you try. But, Zack—” She moaned again as Elijah buried himself deeper, making her eyes roll back. “Nothing… nothing compares to this. To feeling a real cock inside me.”
Elijah grunted, his pace quickening, and Rebecca’s nails dug into his back. Still, she held my gaze, her lips curving into a smile even as she cried out. “This is your gift to me. You know that, right? This is how you prove your love. By watching me be filled the way you never could.”
Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but my cock strained in its cage so hard it hurt. I couldn’t stop watching. Couldn’t stop breathing her in. Every moan was a dagger and a drug.
Elijah pulled out just as he groaned, his cock pulsing, thick ropes of cum splattering across Rebecca’s chest. She gasped, arching her back, letting the mess coat her breasts. Then she looked at me, smiling wide, almost glowing.
“Sweetheart,” she said breathlessly, her voice soft and commanding at the same time, “you know what I need from you.”
“Yes, honey,” I whispered automatically, stepping forward.
I reached out, my hand trembling, my tongue flicking out to taste the cum on her chest. But she caught my wrist and shook her head gently.
“No, love. Get it all. Clean me up. Show me how much you love me.”
I froze, my throat tightening. My heart pounded so loud I thought Elijah could hear it. Then, swallowing hard, I leaned in and pressed my tongue to her skin. The salt, the heat, the unmistakable flavor of another man filled my mouth. I gagged on my pride, but her hand slid to the back of my head, holding me steady.
“That’s it,” she whispered lovingly. “Good boy. Clean me all up. Show me.”
Her tone—firm, reassuring, loving—broke me open. Reluctance turned to obedience, obedience into something else. Not arousal, exactly, but a strange, reverent pleasure in submitting to her need. I licked her chest thoroughly, swallowing audibly, feeling the sticky mess vanish beneath my tongue.
When I looked up, Elijah was watching, disbelief written across his face. His eyes flicked from my cage to my mouth on Rebecca’s breasts, and he let out a low whistle.
“All in the name of love, I guess,” he muttered, shaking his head.
Rebecca stroked my hair, her eyes warm, her smile tender. “That’s right. All in the name of love. Isn’t it, Zack?”
“Yes, Rebecca,” I whispered hoarsely.
I didn’t love the taste. I didn’t love the humiliation. But I loved her. I loved proving my devotion in the only way I could, by backing down to her authority and honoring her desires above my pride. This was my submission. My love.
As I knelt there, my lips pressed against her skin, I realized this was our ritual. Our anniversary. Our gift.
And in the back of my mind, a thought flickered—half dread, half anticipation.
Until next anniversary.
