Playing with Fire Pt. 04

"What a bag of ice," she laughed.

"No the other side sells sexual novelty items and we have a few male chastity models in stock," his words had my already weakened state boom with ideas. She knew from pornography what a chastity device looked like on a man and asked me what I thought. My reply was it could be fun while I am getting the tattoo on. My partial agreement was making the commitment part of her fantasy to cuckold me more complete. She looked to the artist in approval that we wanted one.

As he left the room to retrieve the item from the other side of the shop I wondered how I might get my manhood to fit while so stiff. As he entered the room with the device it became about putting it on me. I felt like he both wanted the sale of the device and the gratitude of my wife for helping her in this extra way. As they both watched I carefully tried to stroke myself flaccid again, but the pain from the tattooed area was distracting and my erection stubborn. She was holding the device in her hands and trying to encourage me to cum as he stood behind her looking clearly at her frame. I thought it was only his view of her from behind that was keeping him in the room, and he was eyeing her like a hungry wolf.

As I stroked my shaft she was bending over me and talking dirty, "What would you like me to do so that I can put this on you? I want him to finish your tattoo." Again I found myself looking at him looking at her bent over in front of him. As she caught my glance looking behind her she became aware of him ogling her. "Isn't it enough he is branding you, and fitting you with a restraint for you cock? You have to enjoy him looking at me too, he is..." she said implying as if I might be getting a bit greedy.

"You two are the biggest sexual deviants I met all day," he said laughing again. He took a step closer behind her to have a better view what was happening on the other side. As he approached I let go of my cock and pulled my wife's dress up over her bent frame so that it was sitting just below her ass.

Her eyes went wide open, "What are you doing?"

"I think your husband liked the way I was talking to you miss, and it would appear he wants to earn that tattoo already," the artist said coolly.

I wanted to watch. I wanted to see what I missed the night before. This man is in the process of humiliating me in a way that can't easily be undone. With only a suggestion he had both of us wanting to conceal my ability to be a man and it was clear he would be man enough for her. I wanted this man to humiliate me more.

She looked back and forth from me to him and asked, "You are making a very big request right now; do you know what you're asking me to do?"

"Yes," I answered quickly.

"Will you include regular use of the chastity device as being part of the tattoo," she said with a deep swallowing of her fear and apprehension.

I didn't even listen to her question, "Yes."

She then changed her posture. She moved to stand with her legs wider apart as she bent over towards me. She was slightly wiggling her ass, and she closed her eyes and placed my hard cock in her mouth. I took control for the first time and lifted her dress higher on her frame, but this time so high it slide over her shoulders and onto the floor. As she nervously wiggled her ass in wait for the strangers touch he moved to view his offerings. He slid her panties off her smooth inviting body, but instead of them falling to the floor he placed them into his pocket. As the artist dropped his own pants he hesitantly reached for a condom in a drawer, but by force of will I made our eyes lock. I nodded no to him while looking at the condom, and signaled to put it away. He looked confused, but she was unaware of what was happening with her face buried on my cock. It was only when his cock was sliding into her did she ask if he had a condom. His answer was, "No."

She looked at me a little upset and murmured while sucking my dick that this wasn't what she planned to happen. He was no less than 15 years younger than us, and the only thing harder than his cock was my ability to remember ever being that erect. This complete stranger then plunged deep inside her. It was the first push that moved her body closer to mine and let me know that he was thrusting inside her. This was the first time I witnessed another man take my wife, and this man was especially humiliating. He gripped her hips and pulled her deep onto his cock. I could hear the flap of his body on her ass, and feel her grunts as he pounded her pussy. He was treating her not like a lady, but like a fuck toy. The image of the panties in his pocket and my trophy wife on his cock was too much for me to handle as I began to cum in my wife's waiting mouth.

As she was taking my cum he began to push harder and she let herself fall over me. He was fucking her on top of me and holding her by her hair now. Her face came closer to mine and our lips met. She kissed me with a mouth full of cum to my surprise. She let it drop from her mouth and into mine as she was being fucked rough from behind, and before we could trade it back he pushed her farther on top of me so that I was nearly looking up at his barely legal aged balls slap against my wife's swollen pussy. As I laid there trying to swallow and watching as he fucked her my cock began to fade. He pulled her back onto his shaft while standing and let her gather the chastity device. This young buck showed her nothing but his dominance as he buried her face near my crotch so she could go to work positioning my restraint as he man-handled her from behind. As she was putting the tube on me and finding the collar to lock it he slowed his thrusts so that it went on perfect. After locking the collar and securing the penis restraint he asked her where he should cum.

I answered for her, "Please cum in her. Another man came in her and I want to see it for myself. Please cum in my wife". I was feeling oddly powerful. My wife looked concerned and it was only the leverage of giving me what I wanted so that I would commit to every favor she was asking that kept her from pulling away.

"So you want me to cum in your wife you fucked up cuckold? I would but I think she will enjoy something else," as he pushed her again over my face. This time his thrusting was hard and fast. His intent to cum was guaranteed, and his ability to pound my wife had her nearly splashing on my face with each impact. I was looking at his balls rise, and waiting for the contractions of his cock to start when he pulled himself from her sheath. I was taken by total surprise as he instead reached for my hair and pulled my face in line with his spurting cock. Stream after stream sprayed across my face. My wife turned in surprise to what was happening, but only showed relief to his kindness not cum inside her. His cock was finishing its final pulses over my face when my wife placed one hand on his shaft and moved to kiss him.

I had a new pain I never felt before. It was from the part that most deserved the pain. My cock strained against its restraint as my wife thanked him for what he did. Her hand was still lingering on his cock as she was now facing him. He reached out and hugged her naked body and thanked her for a good time. She returned his thanks with another big kiss as she pointed at his pocket with her panties, "His trophy wife wants you to keep those." She had a new appreciation for this man suddenly.

After being offered a cloth for my face he returned to the business of finishing my tattoo. After completing the tattoo she had to ask him why didn't he cum in her. "I don't like bossy cuckolds," was his answer and offered one more piece of advice. He tossed me the panties he had in his pocket and said, "Put them on." He was being rude and this request wasn't his to make. I would have liked to been able to stand up and act offended, but wearing women panties seemed so trivial compared to what just happened.

"I said put them on," and he finished his statement with my complete name. "You know my dad very well and he would be shocked to know what his son just did." I didn't recognize him or hear his actual name while in the shop. I looked at him closely and could have fainted. He was the son of another of my good friends, and the son of the 2nd of my wife's ex-boyfriends. "Just put the panties on and promise that you're going to start listening to your wife and what happened stays here" he said coolly.

I slide the panties on and by their appearances it pleased them both. My manhood was held tight, and helped provide a feminine look. The cuckold tattoo was bright and visible over the outline of the panty. The fact my wife knew his mother didn't seem to faze her when looking at how undignified he was making me look. She was turned on, and it was written all over her face.

"Oh my god honey, I never noticed how little hair you have on your bikini line. It's like you were meant to look like a women in panties." She said while touching my restraint over the panties. "You will have to find a way to keep our friends son from telling everyone how you got me to fuck him, maybe you should start by keeping those panties on for a while."

It wasn't the same when he slid his hand up the back of her dress as she was inspecting me this time. "If for any reason he doesn't play his role you can always let me know" he said groping her bare ass. She turned to face him once more and put her hands around the back of his neck and kissed him. I stood watching this barely legal kid stare me in the eyes as he for a second time lifted her dress up and over her head. As he held her naked body I saw him whisper something in her ear, and she answered back. I imagined it was something that made her uncomfortable as she looked to loosen herself away from him for a moment. Was she trying to appease our friend's son in order to keep our actions discrete?

He looked at her thoughtfully as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She took the cock that was in the prime of its life from his pants and started to devour it to his balls. "No," he said. "You tell him the truth."

She stopped sucking and removed his cock from her mouth and spoke into it as if it was a microphone. "Honey, this is where I used to buy our sex toys before he started to work here. You were too shy to come with me remember. I knew he might be here and picked him as our artist for a reason. I didn't plan on fucking him, but that was your idea wasn't it? He just asked if I wanted to be fucked by him again now that we know who he is. I already knew the truth the first time, but asked him if you could watch him finish what you asked for earlier," she said sounding muffled while talking into his crotch.

He cut any comment either of us had off and sternly spoke to us, "I wanted him to hear what you asked me so I could tell you NO. You saw where I left the condom in my desk. I want you to get dressed and take it with you as you sit in our waiting room and wait for use to be done," he said while trying to concentrate with her already sucking on his cock again.

I remembered this man as a child, and used to tease his father that he looked like the mail man's kid. Now I found myself putting my pants on over my wife's panties as she straddles his bare cock. As I collected the condoms from his desk I saw him pick her straddled body off the ground. His strong arms carried her skewered body to the door ahead of me and opened it wide. "Get out and take a seat until we are finished".

As I walked out the door I could see she was already about to cum as she watched me leave. As they continued her moans were getting louder so that everyone in the room started to hear her excitement. I heard him bang her lifted body against the wall, as my cock banged against the hardened sides of its cage. As the pace of her body thumping against the wall grew faster so did the strength of her voice. The sound of her body bouncing between him and the wall created a rhythmic pulse of pain in my newly printed tattoo. I couldn't see his man hood prepare to bred her, but the soft feel of her panties on my skin reminded me how he claimed her. As the sound of her body hitting the wall reached a speed indicating his end was near her voice could be heard moaning his name and begging "Don't stop, say my name and please don't stop." The final sounds of his triumph over her body were signaled with him calling her by her complete name for the store to hear as he pushed her hard into the wall and held her there for several minutes before hearing her shoes touch the floor again.