Made Cuckold - Awakening

Naked, blindfolded, and cuffed to a rolling office chair, Steve's cock was straining erect with the expectation that his wife Sophia's warm lips would soon be encircling his cock. After all, this wasn't the first time they had played out this particular kink.
Instead, Steve let out an ear-piercing screech as Sophia poured a glass of ice water onto his crotch.
Sophia roughly pulled the blindfold off his head and tossed it to the floor as Steve's hard-on withered.
Sophia opened a cabinet on the desk and casually dropped jangling bits of metal and a pamphlet into Steve's lap.
"Sophie, you can't be serious! I am not going to wear that damn thing." Steve exclaimed, looking down in disbelief at the chromed chastity cage his wife had just dropped between his legs.
"Oh, you're going to wear it, Steve. You simply don't have the balls not to. At this time, and I'm really not sure why, I've decided to continue on in our marriage. If you want to make me second-guess my decision not to divorce you, tell me now. My lawyer will make sure our prenup is rigidly enforced, and you will get absolutely nothing." Sophia replied, her green eyes flashing with anger as she walked behind Steve and unlocked the cuffs from his hands.
"You know, perhaps we're both better off just getting the divorce." She said, tossing the keys to the chastity cage to him.
"No!" Steve screamed, recoiling away from the keys as if they were red-hot. "Sophie, please, no."
"Are you sure? I'm thinking any new promise from you is likely just as hollow as the promise you made eight years ago at the altar." Sophia said, retrieving the ignored key from the floor.
"You've been running around showing your little dick to God knows who for apparently a significant amount of time during our marriage. I should have guessed you were fooling around when you began suddenly trying to convince me to do threesomes with other people and generally get me into the swinging lifestyle. Silly me."
"So congratulations, Stevie boy. You've finally convinced me to open our marriage to other people. Well, my side of the marriage anyway, as it appears your side has been open for a very long time."
"The difference between you and me is that I'm not going to be a little chickenshit and sneak around behind your back when I sleep with someone. In fact, I've decided to be very brazen and open about what I am going to do, and your pathetic little ass is going to be right there each and every time I let another man fuck me."
"If I decide that you've been good, and I feel generous, I might let you take your cage off so you can play with yourself."
"Have a seat back in the chair, Steve! We're not done." Sophia demanded.
Sophia retrieved and opened a thick, dark brown manila folder from the desk. She walked back to where Steve was seated and glanced at a sheath of photographs paper clipped to an incident report.
"Did you enjoy fucking Janet at lunch a month ago?" She asked, lifting a report and glancing at the photos. "The private investigator I hired to follow you seemed to think you did." Sophia punctuated her statement by dropping the report into his lap.
"How about last week?" She asked coldly, dropping additional photos and another report into his lap.
"And last month?" She almost screamed, throwing that report at his chest.
Visibly trembling, she pulled the final stacks of reports from the folder and threw them viciously at his face.
"Your fucking around with Janet bothered me enough, but those? What in the world am I to think about those?" She hissed. "You appear to be a willing cocksucker for almost any random man you meet in park bathrooms."
"Sophie..."
"Shut up, Steve!" Sophia hissed. "Clean up this mess before you leave for work! Also, put that damn cage on and lock it so you don't have any temptations while on your way to work."
Sophia retreated to the patio in a sudden rush of tears and dropped limply onto the wicker couch, her body shaking. In the month since she discovered Steve had been cheating on her and had hired the investigator to get the necessary proof, her emotions had run the gamut. Right now, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to be held and feel loved while she had a very good, long cry.
She waited a full 10 minutes after the alarm panel indicated the garage door was closed before heading to the master bedroom. She collected Steve's clothes and other items and tossed them on the bed in the furthest guest room. Afterward, she took a shower and got dressed. Turning in front of the full-length mirrors, she appraised her body. At thirty years old, she had managed to hold onto her lean figure from her college years. While occasionally she wished her breasts were a little larger than an 'A' cup, in all actuality, she knew the smaller cup size accented her 34-28-36 figure quite well.
She texted Steve's phone, "When you get home from work, please remove all of your things from the master bedroom and bath. nusaybin escort You will now be staying in the back guest bedroom. A key that unlocks your cage will be in your soap dish by the sink. Use it to take your cage off, shave your junk, take a shower, shave your face, get cleaned up, and put the cage back on yourself. Put the key back in your soap dish when done. That key is never going to leave your bathroom without my express permission. We will be going out to celebrate your newfound abstinence tonight."
Steve texted back, "Whatever... Where are we going?"
Sophia rapidly texted back: "Tonight we are going to be staying at a hotel downtown. I am going to dance with the horniest-looking guy I can find. You are going to be a wallflower. While I plan on getting tipsy, you will not be drinking. When I am ready, I am going to invite the man to come to our room and fuck me while you sit there and watch."
She added, "Is there anything else you want to know about our plans for tonight?"
Steve did not reply.
At her hastily arranged salon appointment, she had her dark auburn hair trimmed back about an inch and styled to accent her squarish face, then she sat for both a manicure and pedicure, selecting a dark burgundy fingernail polish that would go well with the dark red, deep v-neck romper she planned to wear tonight.
After stopping for a light lunch, Sophia returned home to finish preparing for the outing. She laid out the clothes she was going to wear while dancing. She picked out the clothes and shoes she would wear the next day, then added a frilly camisole, matching satin shorts, and a slinky robe to the pile before putting the outfits into her suitcase.
Before taking her shower, she stopped and picked up scissors along with Steve's razor. While she generally preferred to keep her thick bush naturally furry, she was aware that, generally, men found it more appealing visually if it was trimmed and shaved around the periphery of the vulva. Steve had asked her to be completely shaved down there before, but since Steve hadn't been the one who would have to deal with the irritation of the stubble, she saw no reason to. For the foreseeable future, however, she guessed she could keep her lady bits at least neatly coiffed. That would certainly add a little salt to Steve's eyes when he saw her. Hell, she just might have Steve do the trimming for her the next time she goes out.
Sophia was dressed in the outfit she planned on wearing that evening and sipping a cup of coffee when Steve entered through the garage door.
"You look nice, Sophie." Steve said gently, trying to return to normalcy.
"Pretty much the same way I've looked since we were married." Sophie responded curtly, then added, "Before you quit noticing and began chasing after other skirts, oops, trousers."
"Remember to shave your entire crotch before you shower." She said over her shoulder, "I will be checking that and the cage lock after you're dressed."
Steve fired off some expletives under his breath before shuffling off to get cleaned up.
"Drop your pants." Sophia said this as soon as Steve came into the kitchen. Steve put his phone on the counter and loosened his pants. Leaning over, Sophia roughly yanked his pants down to his knees and visually checked the lock on his chastity cage. "Don't forget the suitcase; the driver has been here for five minutes already." She said, picking up the house keys and walking towards the door.
Sophia and Steve sat in the back seat in frigid silence as they were driven to the hotel. They checked in and made their way to their room.
"Seriously, you're still going to go through with this?" Steve asked irritably.
"Yes, Steve, I am. This is going to be just a taste of your new life."
The club across from the hotel where they were staying was as crowded as Sophie knew it would be. With a large university just four blocks away, the club was fairly notorious for being a meat market. It was known as a place where cougars could come and easily hunt their very, very willing prey. The thing about this club that set it apart from the juice clubs in the area, at least for the cougars, was that this club vigorously carded all patrons, and no one was under the age of 21.
'Cougar', 'hot wife', and 'cuckold' had been three of the new terms Sophia had learned while she looked for an appropriate way to exact her revenge on Steve. She didn't consider herself especially attracted to younger men, like an actual cougar, but for her purposes, she really didn't care about the man's age, so long as he was willing to be an active participant in humiliating Steve.
Sophia selected a standing table near the dance floor. Steve held the table while Sophia went to the bar and bought them drinks. She returned with a Cosmopolitan for herself and a ginger ale for Steve. Naturally, Steve complained.
Taking a sip of her drink, Sophia eyed the crowd, trying to get a feel for the dynamics. In her odunpazarı escort college days, she would have simply sat with her friends and waited to be asked to dance. Tonight, however, because she was here with Steve, the guys were not hitting on her.
"I'm taking a walk around the floor; watch my purse; and remember, that's my drink, not yours." Sophia said.
Memories of her college days flooded back to her as she walked through the tables. She knew she was being checked out by the men as she walked by them, and tonight that excited her to no end.
Returning to the table where she had left Steve, she promptly belted down half her drink.
"No luck trolling?" Steve asked with just the slightest hint of a smirk on his face.
"Still baiting the hook asshole. It's been awhile, but I'll throw out my line in a few minutes."
"Can I get another ginger ale?" Steve asked, rolling the ice cubes around his otherwise empty glass.
"Get me another Cosmopolitan while you're up there. Also, I'm changing the rules slightly and allowing you to get yourself one mixed drink. Make it good, as it will likely be your only drink tonight." Sophia didn't think Steve even heard the last part as he took off like a shot for the bar.
Sophia took a sip of her drink, the light from the ceiling catching the diamond on her wedding band and causing brilliant sparkles to bounce off the pale liquid. Ah, she thought, the ring is certainly not going to help tonight. Putting her drink down, she opened her purse and was in the process of removing the ring from her finger when she noticed the large man standing across the table from her.
"If you don't mind me saying, that's a beautiful ring." He said, following the comment with one of his more successful pickup lines, "Not as beautiful as the stunning woman wearing it, of course."
"Oh. I'm sorry, you startled me." Sophia said, blushing and sliding the ring in her purse. She quickly took in the young man's appearance. Maybe six feet tall, give or take an inch; bulging muscles, almost but not quite like those of a bodybuilder; sandy hair; smiling blue eyes; and a handsome face.
"Hi. My name is Brett. I came over to see if I could convince you to dance."
"I would love to dance, Brett. Please call me Sophia or Sophie, whichever you prefer." She replied, pulling her purse over her shoulder as she followed Brett to the dance floor.
They chatted lightly while dancing before Brett said, "If you don't mind me asking, why did you take off your wedding ring, Sophie?"
"I'm angry at the man I'm married to, and I forgot to take the ring off before coming in here."
"You know, if you, like a lot of the married women here, have come here looking for a one-night stand or a quickie fling, leave the ring on. A lot of guys here are hugely attracted to the thought of sleeping with a married woman. Mainly because she won't be getting 'clingy'. I hope I wasn't too frank in saying that."
"Are you one of those guys, Brett?"
"You won't think less of me if I say I am, will you?"
"No, I wouldn't; I'd much rather we be straight up about things than hide them for later. Trust me." She replied.
The music ended, and a slow song followed. Sophie unzipped her purse, and looking Brett in the eye, she slid her wedding ring back on her finger. "I guess that tells you what I'm here for tonight, right?" She asked, pressing her body close to his and swaying with the music.
"I really like a woman who can be direct." Brett answered.
"I'm getting ready to throw a hell of a monkey wrench in things with my next statement."
"Tell me, Sophie," Brett said, placing a hand low on her back and pulling her lower body firmly against his erection. "It would have to be a hell of a wrench to make me back away from you now."
"Okay, here's the wrench. I came here looking expressly for someone who would fuck me in front of my husband. That's him, the morose-looking guy now standing at our table."
"You mean you want a threesome?" Brett asked.
"No, I meant I want someone to fuck me while he watches."
"Oh. Does he like to watch you have sex?"
"Um, no, probably not. This will be our first time doing this. He doesn't like the idea one bit, but he also doesn't have any say in the matter, and frankly, if the fact that he doesn't have a choice can be hammered home tonight, so much the better."
She explained the highlights of their current marital situation to Brett while they danced. She asked repeatedly if he was still on board with the idea. Brett assured her that he was all for it, even agreeing to humiliate Steve as much as possible.
"Okay, Brett, let's work our way across the floor and get you introduced to my husband." Sophie said.
As the song ended, and they started to come off the floor, Brett automatically released Sophia.
"Keep your arm around my waist," she said quietly.
Steve was fidgeting at the table as he watched them near of escort the table. His thoughts of physically cowing whatever partner Sophia attempted to pick up dissipated as he looked up at the mountain that had his arm around his wife's waist.
"Hi, honey. This is Brett; he's agreed to take your place in our bed tonight. I'm sure you already approve and can't wait for us to get started."
"Can I get another drink, first?" Steve asked.
"Brett, are you thirsty or horny right now?" Sophie asked in reply.
"I'm incredibly horny, Sophie."
"Hmm. How can a woman possibly satisfy completely different desires from two men?" Sophia mused while coyly twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Oh, I think I have an idea that will work out for everyone."
"What's your idea, Sophie?" Brett asked.
"Steve, find out what type of drink Brett wants. I still have a slightly watered-down Cosmopolitan, so I don't need another drink." Sophia said. Eyeing an open table in the corner of the club. "Brett and I will be at that table in the corner when you come back with the drink."
Sophia had Brett move the heavy standing table outward from the wall, making it possible for her to stand in the corner with Brett standing next to her.
Brett and Sophia were making out heavily when Steve arrived with Brett's drink, setting it on the table while trying to ignore what his wife was doing.
Sophie pulled back from kissing Brett and turned towards the table. Steve couldn't help but see Brett's hand sliding out from under her blouse as she turned.
"Steve! You're back. Oh, goody." Sophia said, reaching across the table and moving Brett's drink in front of him. "Don't be shy; Brett hasn't bitten me yet. Stand next to me; I'm going to help Brett's with his issue."
Steve stood where directed, almost shoulder to shoulder with Brett, as Sophia turned her back to the table and kissed Brett again.
In the dim light, Steve could barely see when Sophia broke the kiss and slipped down below the table. Brett bumped Steve with his elbow as he frantically fumbled with his belt. Sophia panted audibly as he pushed his pants down. Brett's sudden intake of breath announced the moment when Sophia first took his cock into her mouth.
For Steve's benefit, Sophia sucked Brett's cock as loudly as she dared, occasionally bumping the single supporting leg of the table to remind him.
Brett's breathing increased to the point that it became quite audible. Steve watched as Brett put his massive hands below the table surface in order to hold Sophia's hair as he started thrusting his hips. A deep grunt and Brett's crotch thrusting forward spasmodically announced his orgasm. Brett returned his hands to the table, wrapping one hand around his drink and placing the other palm down. The sounds from below the table indicated Sophia might be going directly for round two.
She finally surfaced, leaning into Brett. Steve felt himself being jostled aside again as Brett pulled his pants up.
Sophia drank a good portion of her drink, not because she wanted to drink, but mainly to rinse her mouth of the sharp taste of Brett's cum.
"For my part, I'm ready to go to our hotel room and get thoroughly fucked. Brett? Are you ready to fuck me?" Sophia asked.
"Damn right, I am!"
"Let's get moving then. I want to feel that big cock of yours moving inside me."
They left the club, crossing the street to the hotel, Brett's arm wrapped possessively around Sophia's waist. Steve quietly trailed behind them by a few feet.
The elevator wasn't a fast one, and Sophia turned towards Brett, putting both arms around his neck. She kissed him forcefully on the lips. Brett responded to the kiss and started kneading her ass with both hands.
"I think you can wait until we get to the room." Steve said it sharply.
The glare he received from Brett sent him cowering into a corner of the elevator in silence.
Once in the room, Sophia told both men to get undressed while she quickly freshened up in the bathroom.
"I think I can watch just fine with my clothes on, Sophia." Steve complained, "It's not like I'm going to be getting any."
"You are getting naked because I said you were getting naked." She responded curtly. "Now get your clothes off. The longer it takes you, the longer it's going to be before Brett gets to fuck me."
"What the fuck is that, dude?" Brett asked when the clinking sound of the lock against Steve's metal chastity cage caught his attention.
"This is what I get for being married to the woman you're about to stick your dick into." Said Steve with a scowl.
When Sophia came out of the bathroom, she found Brett sitting on the bed and Steve sitting on the side chair. Both men were sitting with their arms self-consciously crossed over their genitals.
"Brett, what Steve forgot to tell you is that he was put in a cage today because he's been playing around behind my back, apparently, since I've known him." Sophia said.
Moving to stand directly in front of her husband, Sophia patted the bed and said, "Brett, sit down here, please." Once Brett had complied, she leaned over and moved his hands away from his groin, smiling at him while saying, "I want to see the effect I'm having."