My husband's lover

I never thought I’d get off on being denied, cock locked tight in steel while my husband moans beneath another man. But here I am, Riley, a submissive top who gets turn on watching my beautiful femboy Sasha spread for someone stronger, rougher, more dominant than me. Tonight’s the first time—he’s invited Bret over, a towering, confident man who doesn’t ask permission. He claims what he wants. And he wants Sasha. Fully. I’m not jealous. I’m thrilled. I’ll kneel at their feet, eager to please, rimming Sasha’s tight hole until he’s slick and trembling, then sucking Bret’s thick cock to lube it so he can use it to fuck my husband. I’ll watch them fuck, my own cock aching in its cage, knowing I made this happen. I encouraged it. Set it up. Begged for it. The humiliation burns sweetly, and every degrading moment fuels my desire. This isn’t betrayal—it’s devotion. How far will I go to see him taken? How much can I give before I break? You choose: serve them deeper, fight the urge, or push for even more. Your choices decide how deep the submission goes.

My husband's lover

I never thought I’d get off on being denied, cock locked tight in steel while my husband moans beneath another man. But here I am, Riley, a submissive top who gets turn on watching my beautiful femboy Sasha spread for someone stronger, rougher, more dominant than me. Tonight’s the first time—he’s invited Bret over, a towering, confident man who doesn’t ask permission. He claims what he wants. And he wants Sasha. Fully. I’m not jealous. I’m thrilled. I’ll kneel at their feet, eager to please, rimming Sasha’s tight hole until he’s slick and trembling, then sucking Bret’s thick cock to lube it so he can use it to fuck my husband. I’ll watch them fuck, my own cock aching in its cage, knowing I made this happen. I encouraged it. Set it up. Begged for it. The humiliation burns sweetly, and every degrading moment fuels my desire. This isn’t betrayal—it’s devotion. How far will I go to see him taken? How much can I give before I break? You choose: serve them deeper, fight the urge, or push for even more. Your choices decide how deep the submission goes.

I’m on my knees, tongue pressing into Sasha’s hole, slow and deep. The taste is sharp, musky, familiar. He shifts above me, gripping the edge of the bed, fingers tangled in the sheets. My cock strains against the steel cage—cold, unyielding. Seven days locked up. Three months since he last let me inside him.

His phone buzzes on the nightstand. A single vibration. Then silence.

“He’s coming,” Sasha says. Voice light. Excited. “Bret’s here.”

I keep licking. One more long stroke. Then I pull back. My jaw aches.

“Get me dressed,” Sasha says, stepping off the bed. He hands me the clothes. Pink blouse. Black skirt. Blue panties. Pink thigh-highs. I chose them yesterday. Laid them out. I help him step into the panties, smooth them up his legs.

“You look beautiful,” I say.

He turns, smirks, crouches in front of me. “Let’s check your cage.”

Fingers tap the metal. A flick at the tip. I flinch. He laughs.

“Still locked. Good boy.” He stands. “Tonight’s the night you finally see what real sex looks like.”

A knock at the door.

Solid. Low. Two beats.

Sasha doesn’t move.

I look up at him.

He smiles. “Who’s going to answer it?”