Locked Under His Shorts at Ann-Marie’s Pool

At Ann-Marie’s backyard pool party, locked $name1’s husband watches her shed her wrap, flirt with younger co-worker Josh, and take him hard by the water and again in a bedroom while Ann-Marie helps humiliate him.

Ann-Marie’s backyard smelled of chlorine, sunscreen, and grilled meat. Music thumped from a Bluetooth speaker on the patio. A few of $name1’s co-workers floated in the deep end with drinks on the ledge. Jim, fifty-seven, stood by the cooler in board shorts that looked ordinary until you knew what sat underneath them.

A steel chastity cage locked his small four-inch cock tight against his body. The ring sat snug behind his balls. Every step made the metal kiss his thigh. $name1 had the key on a thin gold chain between her breasts, warm from her skin, impossible to miss once you looked.

$name1 was fifty-five and she knew exactly how she looked. The sheer cover wrap clung to her hips for about thirty seconds after they arrived. Then she untied it, draped it over a lounger, and walked into the sunlight in a skimpy thong bikini that barely covered her nipples and left her ass cheeks bare. The fabric of the bottoms was a narrow strip that disappeared between her cheeks when she bent to fix her sandal.

Jim swallowed. Several of her co-workers turned. One of them was Josh.

Josh was forty-five, divorced, broad-shouldered, with a dark dusting of hair down his stomach. $name1 had told Jim for months how they flirted at the office, how she wanted to fuck him, how she got wet thinking about his hands on her desk after hours. Now she walked straight toward him with a smile that was not for her husband.

“You made it,” Josh said, eyes dropping to the thin triangles of fabric. “Damn, $name1. Work never looks like this.”

“Work has dress codes.” She touched his arm, fingers trailing from bicep to wrist. “Ann-Marie does not. And I dressed for you, not for HR.”

Ann-Marie appeared at Jim’s elbow with a cold beer and a wicked grin. She was $name1’s closest work friend, and she knew everything. Hotwife. Cuckold. Cage. She had helped $name1 pick the thong online and had laughed when Jim tried it on in the kitchen the night before.

“Drink up, Jim,” Ann-Marie murmured. “Your wife is already hunting. Look at that bikini. One hard tug and those tits are out. And you-” she flicked her eyes at his shorts “-are locked up like a good little husband. Can you even get halfway hard in that thing?”

Jim’s face burned. The cage gave a cruel little tug as blood tried to fill him. “She likes it this way.”

“I know she does.” Ann-Marie raised her voice just enough for Josh to hear. “Hey Josh – Jim here is locked. Chastity cage. Tiny cock. Four inches on a good day, and today is not a good day for him.”

Josh laughed, surprised, then looked at $name1. She only arched an eyebrow and sipped her drink, the key glinting between her breasts.

“Is that true?” Josh asked her.

“Every word.” $name1 turned so the sun hit the gold key. “I keep it. He watches. That is our deal. And I have wanted your cock for a year. I told him so. He still put the cage on this morning and drove me here.”

Jim’s stomach flipped. Consent sat heavy and sweet between them; he had asked for this night as much as she had. Still, hearing it said out loud beside the pool made his locked cock throb uselessly against the steel.

$name1 hooked a finger in Josh’s waistband and tugged him toward the deep end. She sat on the pool edge, legs open, thong a dark wet scrap against her pussy. Josh stood between her thighs in the water. She leaned in and kissed him hard, tongue and all, while Jim stood ten feet away with Ann-Marie’s hand on his shoulder like a leash.

“Watch,” Ann-Marie whispered. “She is going to use him like a toy in front of everyone who matters. Smile for your hotwife.”

$name1 broke the kiss and looked past Josh at her husband. “Jim. Come closer. I want you to see how wet I already am for him.”

Jim moved until his knees nearly touched the deck. She pulled the thong aside. Her pussy was slick, pink, shaved neat. She slid two fingers through her folds, then held them up glistening in the light.

“Taste what you cannot have,” she told Jim softly. He leaned in and sucked her fingers clean while Josh watched, cock visibly thickening in his trunks.

“Fuck,” Josh breathed.

“That is the idea.” $name1 tugged Josh’s trunks down. His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, at least eight inches, the head already shiny. She wrapped her fist around it and stroked from base to tip, slow and filthy. “Jim’s little locked dick is nothing next to this. Ann-Marie, tell him.”

“Your wife is about to take a real cock,” Ann-Marie said cheerfully. “Yours stays in its cage. Keep your hands off yourself. You do not get to cum tonight. You get to watch and drip.”

$name1 slid into the water, turned, and braced her forearms on the pool deck. Josh yanked the thong to the side, lined up, and pushed into her in one slow, deep thrust that made her moan loud enough for half the yard to hear.

“Oh fuck, Josh – yes – fill me – stretch me -“

He gripped her hips and fucked her open by the pool, water slapping, her tits swinging against the stone edge. Jim stood close enough to see every inch of that thick cock stretching his wife’s cunt, the way her lips clung when Josh pulled back, the way her eyes went glassy, the wet sounds of a proper fucking.

“Tell him,” Ann-Marie prompted, squeezing Jim’s shoulder.

“Jim,” $name1 gasped between thrusts, “his cock is so much bigger than yours. I can feel him in my stomach. You are locked and useless and I love it. Keep watching. Do not look away. This is what I go to work for.”

Josh sped up. Skin slapped. $name1 cried out as she came around him, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering, a raw sound that made someone across the yard whistle. Josh held deep and groaned, then pulled out and painted a thick rope of cum across her lower back and the top of her ass.

Ann-Marie laughed. “Cleanup is your job, cuck. On your knees.”

$name1 looked over her shoulder, flushed and filthy. “Lick it off me, Jim. Then thank Josh for fucking your wife in front of the whole party.”

Jim knelt on the warm deck. He licked Josh’s cum from $name1’s skin, salty and bitter, while his cage ached and leaked. “Thank you,” he managed.

Josh ruffled his hair like a dog. “Anytime. She feels incredible.”

They were not done.

Half an hour later Ann-Marie herded them inside to the guest bedroom off the hall. Curtains half drawn. Soft afternoon light on white sheets. $name1 stripped the thong and the bikini top completely and lay back on the bed, thighs spread, pussy still swollen and shiny with pool water and need.

“Jim sits in the chair,” Ann-Marie ordered. “No touching. Hands on your knees. I want him to see every detail while Josh ruins her for that locked little cock.”

Josh climbed between $name1’s legs and buried his face in her cunt. He licked her open, sucked her clit, fucked her with his tongue until she grabbed his hair and ground against his mouth. Jim’s locked cock pulsed and leaked another useless drop inside the cage.

“He is better at eating pussy than you ever were,” $name1 told Jim, voice rough. “Look how he spreads me. Look how hungry he is. This is why I flirt with him at the photocopier.”

Josh rose, wiped his mouth, and shoved his cock back into her. This time he folded her legs up toward her chest and drove deep, the bedframe knocking the wall. $name1 took every thrust with filthy, happy sounds, tits bouncing, the key bouncing with them.

“Harder,” she begged. “Breed me. Jim cannot. His little locked dick will never stretch me like this. Cum in your co-worker’s wife.”

Ann-Marie stood behind Jim’s chair and rested her hands on his shoulders. “Listen to your hotwife. She is getting railed by her co-worker while you sit caged like furniture. That is what you are for. Say thank you again.”

“Thank you,” Jim whispered, eyes wet, cock trapped and aching.

Josh flipped $name1 onto her hands and knees. He fucked her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other spanning her ass, thumb pressing against her hole without entering. Jim saw the gold key bounce between her swinging breasts. Saw Josh’s heavy balls slap her clit. Saw her mouth fall open in a raw cry as she came again, squirting a little on the sheets.

“I am going to fill her,” Josh warned.

“Do it,” $name1 panted. “Cum in me. Jim will watch it drip out. Then he can clean me again if I say so.”

Josh slammed deep and unloaded with a groan, hips jerking, pumping cum into $name1’s married pussy until it leaked around his shaft in thick white pulses. He pulled out slowly. A trickle slid down her inner thigh onto the duvet.

$name1 reached back, scooped some on her fingers, and held it toward Jim. “Open.”

He opened. She fed him their mixed mess. Ann-Marie hummed approval.

“Good cuck,” $name1 whispered, almost tender. “You did perfect. Cage stays on until we get home. Maybe longer. I might let Josh keep a spare key.”

Josh kissed her mouth, lazy and satisfied. “Office is going to be interesting on Monday.”

“Office can wait.” $name1 smiled at Jim over Josh’s shoulder, eyes bright, thighs sticky. “My husband already knows who I belong to when I want to get fucked.”

Outside, the pool party went on. Inside the guest room, Jim sat locked and aching, tasting another man’s cum on his tongue, and loved every second of the humiliation he had asked for.

Written for Jim and Linda.