The night air was crisp, but the bubbling warmth of the hot tub wrapped the four of them in comfort. The wine flowed freely, and conversation had drifted from old vacation stories to the kind of laughter that only comes when friendship is deeply rooted.

Steven leaned against Sandy, his beautifully curvy wife, her curves slippery under the water. She always seemed in control, even when she looked relaxed. Her sly smile carried the kind of power that made Steven’s stomach twist—in fear, in desire, in love.

Javi and Marissa sat across from them, legs brushing under the water, whispering occasionally in each other’s ears. There was always something magnetic about the two of them—Marissa’s sharp, observant eyes, Javi’s quiet confidence.

And then Sandy shifted, her voice sliding into the conversation with that signature playfulness that Steven both adored and dreaded.

“You know,” she said, swirling her glass, “Steven’s sitting here in his little cage.”

Steven froze. His heart stopped, then thumped harder.

Marissa blinked. “Wait—what?”

Sandy grinned, tapping Steven’s thigh. “Go on, baby. Show them.”

Steven’s chest tightened, but he stood in the water, the bubbles parting just enough to reveal the steel device locked snugly around him.

Marissa’s lips parted. A delighted laugh slipped out. “Oh my god. You weren’t kidding.”

Javi chuckled, raising his brows. “That’s… intense, man.”

Sandy leaned in, pressing her hand over Steven’s cage under the water, gripping it like her private toy. “It’s not intense—it’s necessary. He only gets hard for me when I decide. He hasn’t been unlocked in weeks.”

Steven flushed, the humiliation burning hot, but underneath it was the rush he always craved—the helplessness of being exposed, owned, displayed.

Marissa tilted her head, clearly intrigued. “Can I… see it closer?”

Steven swallowed, glancing at Sandy, waiting for permission.

Sandy’s lips curved. “Go ahead. Show her.”

Steven sat back down, lifting himself out of the water slightly. Marissa leaned in, her fingertips brushing the metal, tracing the outline of his confined cock.

“Wow,” she whispered, eyes wide. “It’s so… small like this. And you can’t get hard at all?”

“Not even a little,” Sandy answered for him, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “That’s the point.”

Marissa looked up at her, a wicked glimmer sparking in her eyes. “That’s… actually kind of hot.”

Sandy laughed, kissing Steven’s cheek mockingly. “See? She gets it.”

Crossing the Line

The teasing escalated, wine giving them courage, the heat of the water melting away restraint. Sandy and Marissa whispered to each other like schoolgirls conspiring, their giggles charged with something heavier.

“Let’s take this inside,” Sandy finally declared, standing up and stepping out, water cascading down her body. “I want to… play a little.”

The words left no room for misinterpretation.

Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. Clothes peeled off. Marissa watched Sandy strip with open admiration, eyes running down her body, then turning to Javi. When he pulled his shorts down, his cock sprang free, long and heavy.

Sandy froze for a beat, lips parting. An audible “Wow” slipped out before she even realized. She turned, grabbing Steven’s chin and forcing his gaze toward Javi’s cock.

“I want that,” she said firmly, pointing at Javi’s length.

Javi smirked, clearly flattered, his confidence radiating. Marissa’s cheeks flushed with pride as she glanced at Steven, then back at her man, practically glowing.

The Contrast

It all happened fast—Sandy’s hand stroking Javi’s cock, her lips sliding around him, moaning hungrily. Steven’s cage throbbed painfully, but it was his heart that hurt more—hurt and loved, all at once.

Moments later, Sandy straddled Javi, guiding him inside her. The sound she made—raw, primal, deeply satisfied—was unlike anything Steven had heard from her with him.

Her nails dug into Javi’s chest, her hips rolling as she gasped. “Oh god… yes. This is it.”

She turned her head toward Steven, her face twisted with bliss. “Do you see this? Do you understand why you’re locked? Do you remember the last time you actually made me cum?”

Steven’s throat tightened. He shook his head.

“You don’t,” she groaned, grinding harder, riding Javi with abandon. “Because it’s been years, Steven. Years. And do you hear me? I’ve already cum twice tonight, and you haven’t done that for me in forever.”

The words sliced through him, but they were wrapped in love, in truth. This was their dynamic—her brutal honesty, his worship of it.

Marissa leaned over, her hand brushing Steven’s shoulder. “She looks so good on him, doesn’t she?” she whispered, her voice soft but wicked.

Steven nodded, unable to speak.

Marissa’s lips curved. “And you… locked up, watching. God, that’s delicious.”

The Bargain

Sandy’s moans filled the room as Javi fucked up into her, his hands gripping her hips. She never took her eyes off Steven, though—her captive audience, her loyal cuckold.

“You know what you get tonight?” she panted between thrusts. “Only one thing. When he’s done filling me, you’re going to lick me clean.”

Steven whimpered, nodding desperately.

“And if—if—you make me cum with your tongue,” she gasped, throwing her head back, “I’ll unlock your little cage. Then maybe I’ll let you finish yourself off.”

Marissa laughed softly. “That’s generous.”

The Failure

When Javi finally groaned and spilled inside her, Sandy collapsed against him, shuddering with satisfaction. She rolled off, spreading her thighs wide, cum dripping from her swollen pussy.

She crooked her finger at Steven. “Now. Show me how much you love me.”

Steven crawled between her legs, tongue working frantically, worshipping her, cleaning the mess of her pleasure and Javi’s seed. He licked, sucked, kissed, desperate to draw her over the edge.

But minutes passed. Her hips shifted, her breaths shallow, but the orgasm didn’t come.

Finally, she pushed his head back gently, wiping his face with her thumb. She kissed him sweetly, tenderly, her voice warm even as the sting landed.

“That’s all you’re good for, baby,” she whispered, smiling with affection. “A cum-covered cuck cleaning up the mess a real man made inside me.”

Steven’s chest ached—but it ached with love. With devotion. With the clarity that this, all of it, was where he belonged.

And as he kissed her again, tasting Javi’s seed still on his lips, he knew he’d never want it any other way.