For The Want of a Key

Note from the author - I'd like to give a big thanks to The Outlander and Gus Smio, for providing invaluable editing, assistance and advice. I hope you enjoy my story.

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Ray had been happily married to his wife, Amy, for almost ten years. They were both successful professionals, living in a beautiful house on the outskirts of the city. In their professional lives they were equals, but outside the office they were not. Amy was most certainly in charge.

This dynamic was initiated by Ray. Whilst his senior position at work demanded a strong personality in the office, he had no wish to play that role at home, particularly in the bedroom. In fact, he really wanted to be dominated.

Ray plucked up the courage to tell Amy about this three years ago.

They were making out in bed when Amy said, "Ray, please just down a bit. Lick me there, I need to cum."

"Where, show me?"

Amy instructed Ray exactly how to get her off with his tongue, and she loved him more for it. The orgasm was one of her best, but he kept licking, sucking, and she came again. Ray said, "I love making you cum. I'll do anything to pleasure you. I'll do anything you tell me too. Anything."

He explained that he wanted Amy to take control of their sex life and dominate him. He said he wanted to play the role of the submissive. He explained that he derived immense enjoyment out of Amy's pleasure. Ray explained that he was willing to sacrifice his own pleasure to ensure she was fully satisfied. Whilst she might find this difficult to comprehend, she had to trust him that being selfish and denying him was exactly what he wanted. He hoped she would learn to enjoy this dynamic too.

Amy wasn't naturally a dominant person and it took her some time to adjust to his idea. At first, Ray had to drop hints and suggestions. He sent her links to erotic stories and images of men being dominated by women. With time, Amy started to grow into the role and her confidence, enthusiasm, and enjoyment of this new way of life increased.

Whilst Amy remained in charge, she wasn't an aggressive Domme. Yes, she spanked him from time to time but on the whole, she was kind to him. The reality was she was doing this for Ray, so she wanted to make sure he enjoyed it.

Before long Ray and Amy developed an interest in erotic sexual denial. Amy would spend many hours teasing Ray to the brink of orgasm, without actually letting him cum. Sometimes she would ride his hard cock, then pull away at the last minute. Other times she would stroke him to the edge of cumming, only to stop short, leaving him begging her to continue. Ray knew under no circumstances should he take matters into his own hands, literally. Of course, Amy did allow Ray to cum, but not very often, regularly making him wait many hours, then days, then weeks between release.

This process left Ray in a constant state of sexual arousal. Although he was remarkably frustrated, he greatly enjoyed the sensation. Allowing Amy to control his orgasms in this way made him feel very close to her. He was more attentive, more willing and more affectionate. Amy became aware of this.

Amy was constantly on his mind. It was as if they had only just met. At the start, he had told her he was willing to sacrifice his own pleasure for hers and he was doing that alright. He learned to obtain his pleasure through Amy, and he enjoyed watching her climax as much as he enjoyed climaxing himself.

On the other hand, Amy could have as many orgasms as she liked. And she liked to orgasm a lot. She loved the feeling of Ray's tongue on her pussy and she made him use it all the time. Not that Ray minded he loved the taste of Amy.

In fact, even before they started playing these games, this was Ray's favourite way of making Amy cum. Ray wasn't a well-endowed man. Whilst his cock wasn't tiny, it was certainly no bigger than average.

This was an aspect of their sex life that Ray regretted. Although they tried Amy never climaxed through intercourse alone.

After one of their session when Ray had yet again failed to give Amy an orgasm, he half-jokingly commented, "I never make you cum with my cock, maybe you need a bigger one."

He had expected Amy to dismiss the suggestion but she replied, "I know, but I love you. What about a penis pump; I do need to get off when being fucked, Ray."

Surprised at the response Ray said, "Seriously? I'll could try it, but I'm not sure those things work. What you ought to try is another man with a big cock."

"Would you mind if I did?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. I feel bad sometimes that you are stuck with this little thing. And watching you cum really gets me off. Perhaps..."

"Ray!" exclaimed Amy, but she couldn't help but notice how hard his cock had become talking about the possibility.

To enhance their games Amy purchased a number of items from various websites, including a short chastity device, a cock sleeve, and a small bottle of numbing spray. She trusted Ray to control himself and had no intention of locking his cock in the chastity device long term, but she did use it now and again to reinforce her power. Once the chastity device was locked in place, it was impossible for Ray to get an erection. He said it didn't cause him pain but was very uncomfortable and she took full advantage of this, often sending him to work locked up and then spending the day sending him erotic texts and pictures. When he got home, desire and lust burning in his eyes, she'd make Ray keep the device locked in place and instruct him to get to work on her pussy with his tongue, or watch her masturbate to orgasm. Sometimes she would remove the device whilst on other occasions she would make him sleep in it, not unlocking his cock until the next day.

The penis sleeve was also put to good use. When used in combination with the numbing spray, she could actually fuck Ray all she wanted without fear that she would make him cum. The spray and sleeve didn't numb Ray's cock completely. There was enough sensation left to enable him to maintain an erection but nowhere near enough to push him over the edge. As an added benefit, the penis sleeve added extra girth and a little length to Ray's cock. Amy was at last able to cum through intercourse alone.

Whilst receiving only limited physical pleasure himself, Ray loved staring into Amy's eyes as he fucked her hard with his sleeved penis. Amy enjoyed cumming this way, although she often said that his sleeved penis felt slightly unnatural and she preferred the real thing.

They tried using the numbing spray, without the sleeve, but they found the numbing solution was transferred from Ray's cock to Amy's pussy, reducing her sensations. Without the sleeve Ray's cock just wasn't big enough to take Amy over the edge, before he either spurted inside her, or had to stop for fear of cumming.

"Ray, I'm sorry, but without the sleeve your cock is simply not big enough to bring me off! And you always cum too soon." Amy had teasingly said to him.

Amy may have mildly humiliated Ray and his small cock as part of the game. However, she had never seriously complained about it. After all Ray did make her orgasm often in a number of other ways. It seemed like the issue was a bigger one for Ray than it was for Amy. But on the other hand, had Ray's cock been slightly larger she wouldn't have complained.

Their game was stepped up to the next level during a weekend break. They had treated themselves to a weekend away in a luxury hotel. Ray had not been allowed to cum for three weeks, which was the longest he had ever gone. Before they had set off Amy had securely locked Ray's cock in the chastity device. Although Ray knew he had an uncomfortable journey ahead of him, he hoped that once they arrived at their destination, Amy would unlock him and let him use his cock on her. After all, three weeks was about his limit and Amy knew that.

They arrived at the hotel and checked into their room. Amy immediately ordered Ray to strip, whilst he unpacked their bags. Of course, Amy stayed fully clothed. This reinforced their respective positions. Amy lay on the bed watching and directing Ray in his job.

When he had finished, she instructed him to stand at the foot of the bed and put his hands behind his back. He did as he was told. Amy hitched up her skirt to reveal a pair of sheer white panties. Amy slid her hand down the front of her panties and slowly stroked her middle finger over her now erect clit. She looked Ray in the eye and smiled.

"I'm so wet," Amy said. "My clit is hard, mmmmm," she murmured. Ray's cock was as hard as it could be when encased in the cage. "I know it's been three weeks and I know you must be desperate to cum," said Amy, stroking her clit faster now.

"Well, today is your lucky day! As a reward for your good behaviour over the last three weeks, I'm going to unlock you and let you fuck me with that tiny cock of yours. But beware, if you don't make me cum, you are going straight back in that cage, do you understand?"

Ray nodded his head but accepted that more likely than not he would end up back in the cage when they had finished. Amy smiled and rolled over to retrieve the key to the cage, from her bag, which was on the floor next to the bed. Amy rooted around in her bag before looking back over at Ray. "It's not there!"

"Very funny," laughed Ray.

"Really, it's not there. I'm certain I put it in," replied Amy.

"What!? Are you serious!?"

"I'm afraid so," said Amy, sheepishly.

Ray's expression dropped. He had mentally readied himself for the fucking he was going to give Amy, but now that was impossible. He also realised that meant he would have to remain locked in the cage all weekend. He had spent one night locked in the device before but never a whole weekend. Ray wasn't entirely certain he could cope with that. He needed to fuck his wife.

"Well, that wasn't supposed to happen. Ooops," Amy said. "And I was eager to feel your cute little cock inside me, too. I still want to cum though." Amy lifted her legs in the air and slid off her panties. She threw her panties at Ray who instinctively caught them.

"You know what to do!" said Amy.

Ray dropped to his knees, crawled over to Amy and buried his face between her legs. He slowly flicked his tongue over Amy's hard clit, and, in a matter of minutes, she came on Ray's face. She pushed his head away with her foot and ordered him to go and run her a bath. Ray, of course, did as he was told.

After bathing, Amy had Ray assist her get ready. He helped her get dry, brushed her hair, painted her toenails, and laid out her clothes. Amy had brought a stunning yellow dress. It was backless, which meant she could not wear a bra. It was also very short, the hem of the dress riding only an inch below her ass. Ray held out her red heels and she slipped her feet into them. Wow, she looked stunning.

Once Amy was ready, she allowed Ray to get dressed. Ray took a pair of his favourite CK briefs out of his bag, but Amy stopped him before he was able to put them on. "You won't be needing those tonight," she said. He put the CK's back in his bag and put on his jeans and shirt. He looked down and noticed the shape of his chastity cage was clearly visible through the front of his tight jeans. He was also leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and was concerned that it may show through.

His wife looked amazing; she had a fabulous figure and was showing it off.

Ray and his wife headed out to hit the bar. They started in a quiet place close to the hotel. Amy looked incredible in her short yellow dress. They found a quiet table at the back of the bar and Ray went to get them both a drink. As Ray walked back to their table, he could not help but notice that Amy's dress had ridden up her thighs and he could almost see her panties. His cock strained in its cage, and, when he glanced down, the outline of the cage was obvious. Ray sat at the small table opposite to Amy. She slid her hand under the table, grabbed his cage and gave Ray a smile.

Ray and Amy spent the next hour chatting and drinking. Amy could not take her drink as well as Ray, and he could tell she was a little drunk. Amy leaned over and whispered in Ray's ear. "Do you like my little dress? Do you like how it only just covers my ass?"

Ray replied, "Yes, and so do many of the other guys in here." Ray glanced around and spotted a number of men checking out his wife's exposed thighs.

"Ray, it turns me on knowing you are locked up tight, underneath those jeans. I can see your cage twitching. You must be desperate to get out? Well that ain't going to happen now, is it? Not until we get back home at least." Amy gave Ray a wicked smile.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you might have forgotten that key on purpose," Ray said. Amy didn't reply, but simply laughed.

Amy stared Ray in the eye. "Would this help, hun?" She moved her chair back from Ray and lightly picked her bum off the seat. She slid her hands up her dress, hooked her thumbs underneath the elastic of her panties and slid them down over her feet. She screwed her panties into a ball and passed them to Ray. Ray was gobsmacked. He didn't know what to say. Did Amy really just do that? Ray's cock was bursting to get out of the cage, and he felt another bead of precum leak out of the tip.

Amy could see the effect her actions were having on Ray, and she slowly spread her legs allowing him a glimpse of her sweet, wet pussy. Ray's eyes fixed on her and didn't move.

If Amy thought her actions had been discreet, it soon became clear to her they had not. Over Ray's shoulder Amy noticed a tall handsome guy standing at the bar staring at her. She knew he could also see up her skirt, and her natural reaction was to bring her knees back together and deprive the stranger of the view. However, she hesitated and didn't move. In fact, she was enjoying the thrill. She could feel her pussy getting wetter.

She leaned forward and once again whispered into Ray's ear. "Don't look now, honey, but you're not the only one enjoying the view. The man standing at the bar behind you has just as good a view as you do." Ray wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this. He wanted his wife to close her legs, but it was exciting him that she wasn't. In fact, he could swear she was spreading them wider. Ray glanced over his shoulder and saw the man's eyes fixed on his Ray's wife. This ought to have made him angry, but it didn't. His cage twitched some more.

Then Amy did something else unexpected. She slid a hand between her legs and ran a finger between her wet pussy lips. It was a deliberate show for the stranger. She held her glistening finger in front of Ray's mouth and slowly pushed it between his lips, "He's still watching us, lover-boy."

Ray sucked on Amy's finger and could taste her sweet pussy. If she'd asked him to, Ray would have gone down on his wife there and then. Amy let out a wicked laugh.

"Let's get out of here. I want to go dancing," Amy said.

Ray wasn't crazy about dancing, he was more of a sit down and have a beer kind of guy. However, he knew he had little choice in the matter. Amy jumped up from the chair causing her short dress to flap up, momentarily exposing her pussy and ass to anyone that might be looking her way. Ray's cock pulsed in its cage, and he stood up, too. Amy took him by the hand, leading him towards the door.

Their route out of the bar took them past the stranger. Amy slowed to look the stranger up and down. He was wearing jeans and a tight white t-shirt. The man was ripped, but what shocked Amy the most was the size of the bulge in his jeans. Clearly, watching Amy had made him hard. It was huge, and Amy couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have a cock like that deep inside her. Amy and the stranger locked eyes as they walked past. He gave her a knowing smile, and Amy bit her bottom lip as she stared him directly in the eye. Ray noticed the stranger never took his eyes off his wife.

Amy and Ray set off along the street and they chatted, "I think you gave him the cum'on, Amy"

"Maybe I did, but what's it to you?"

"I'm your husband."

Amy laughed, "I know, hun, and I love you. I'm just messing with you. Honestly." She gave Ray a quick peck on the cheek.

After a few hundred yards, they came across a lively bar playing loud music. Through the windows they could see a packed dance floor, and Amy tugged on Ray's hand dragging him in.

Amy told Ray to go to the bar as she made her way onto the dance floor. Ray set off for the bar. He looked over his shoulder and saw his wife moving into the crowd. Just before she disappeared from view, he saw a hand reach out and give his wife's ass a playful pinch. His wife didn't react, and Ray knew whoever had done that would have a good idea his wife had no panties on underneath that short dress. He expected she would get a lot of attention.

Ray got the drinks from the bar and headed back towards the dance floor to find his wife. A bouncer stopped Ray going on the dance floor with the drinks, so he headed up to a low balcony. He made his way to the edge of the balcony and spotted Amy.

Ray was surprised at what he saw. The guy from the bar was there. He stood behind Amy and his hands were resting on Amy's hips as they both moved in time to the music.

Amy spotted Ray on the balcony and smiled at him. For reasons he was not able to understand, Ray found seeing his wife dancing with this stranger excited him. Perhaps it was because he knew she wasn't wearing panties, or a bra for that matter. He felt his cock harden in its cage and he smiled back at Amy, giving her a little wave. Ray realised that not only was he condoning his wife's actions, he was now encouraging them. He enjoyed seeing his wife having fun.

When the dance ended, Amy headed back over to Ray, and the stranger remained on the dance floor. She made her way up onto the balcony and stood next to Ray. Amy's face was flushed. Was it the alcohol, or something else?

Ray passed Amy her drink, "Hey, it looked like you were having fun back there?"

"What do you mean?"

"The guy from the bar. He seemed to be enjoying himself, too!"

"Oh, that. Yeah, he just came up behind me. I didn't know he was there."

"Well, it looks like he's interested in you. He hasn't taken his eyes of you since you left the dance floor."

Amy turned around, and sure enough he was staring at Amy. "You don't seem too bothered," she said, as her hand briefly gripped and shook his cock-cage.

"Well, just look at you honey. You're so fucking hot. I can hardly blame the man. And I do enjoy watching you dance!"

"Ray, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were encouraging me to go back on that dance floor"

"I don't know. Perhaps I am."

Amy smiled and purred, "Really? You want me to go and dance with that man some more?"

Ray smiled at Amy and gave her a little embarrassed nod. What was he saying?

Amy laughed at Ray and downed the rest of her drink. "You asked for it! Last chance to stop me."

Ray looked Amy in the eye but did nothing. With that, Amy took Ray's caged cock in her hand, gave it another squeeze and headed back for the dance floor directly towards the stranger.

When she got close to him, Amy turned her back to the stranger and pushed her ass towards him. She looked Ray in the eye as the stranger placed his hands on Amy's hips and pulled her close to him. Amy bit her bottom lip as the stranger grew bolder, his hands exploring more of Amy's body through her thin yellow dress.

The stranger pressed himself into Amy and she could feel his hard cock through his jeans pressing into her ass. It felt as large as it looked earlier, and Amy couldn't help but think what it might feel like to have a cock of that size inside her. Ray saw the movement happen and could swear he heard his wife give out a little moan.