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"Gold or silver, gold or
silver... it's so hard to choose what to wear on a night like this,"
Clara giggled, switching between two necklaces in front of the mirror
and her husband. "You men are lucky you don't have to decide
such things. You all get to wear the same jewelry every single day!"
Standing behind her, Ted blushed,
nude except for his State-mandated steel chastity belt. "Clara!
Please! Can't I get dressed now?!"
"Not just yet dear, I still
need your opinion on a few more things," she chuckled, switching necklaces
again. She turned to check out her reflection from different angles.
"You really think this dress looks okay on me?"
Ted swallowed. The tight black
number hugged her ass like a second skin, exposed all of her sexy
back and the top half of her firm cleavage- just glancing at it made
his cage tighten! "Yes."
"How about the stockings?
These are the extra silky ones we bought in Paris. Not too
old-fashioned looking?"
He grunted, pulling down on his
belt. "No. They're good."
Clara smiled and leaned forward to
touch up her lipstick as she talked. "And the five inch
stilettos? I know you always say they're too suggestive to wear in
public, but I figured, special occasion, right?"
Clara knew he had a foot fetish
and that he loved those heels, why was she asking! Ted couldn't even
look! "They're fine!"
"Fine!" she cried,
turning to face him with hands on her hips. "Fine!"
"No!" he gulped. "They
look great!"
"Ted Roberts! You're not
even looking! I don't sweat buckets at the gym every day for fine!"
"Your legs look fucking
amazing in those shoes!" he cried, opening his eyes and pulling on his belt to
get even a little relief from the pressure. "God, Clara, can I
stop!? It hurts!"
"Of course dear, I'm not
trying to torture you," she giggled, letting him turn away. "I
just wanted your honest opinion, that's all." She smiled as he
groaned behind her, holding his swollen balls. "So you really
think I look sexy?"
"Of course!"
"Even sexier than when we got
married?"
He didn't have to think for a
second. "Yes! I hadn't been locked away thirty days
without cumming then!"
Clara turned, strutting over to
him with a new-found confidence. Ted gulped- she looked as good as
any Hollywood star dressed up for the red carpet!
"You know the Universal
Locking Law is the best thing that ever happened to our marriage,
don't you dear?" she giggled, inches from him. She pushed his
resisting hands away from his crotch and massaged around the belt to
soothe the ache. "How many husbands find their wives more
desirable after fifteen years of marriage than after one?"
Ted groaned as her fingers made
one ache lessen, while making another one grow. "Lucky ones?"
She looked into his eyes as she
knelt before him. "Damn right."
And then his balls were in her
mouth.
"Ahhhh! FUCK!" he cried
as her tongue lathered his shaved, swollen blue balls with attention.
"Clara! Oh god!"
She redoubled her assault, her hot
mouth taking all of his cage she could, her nimble tongue trying to
push between the bars to meet the surging cock trying to explode out
and reach her.
"I love you like this,"
she growled between sucks. "I love feeling your huge cock
fighting to get out of its tiny cage-"
"Oh fuck-"
"I love how much how it much
makes you need me," she panted, her tongue trying to snake
around his steel ring- "And most of all, I love how much it
makes you desperate to throw me down and fuck me!"
"Then let me out!" he
screamed as his wife licked and sucked all around his throbbing cage.
And then her mouth was gone.
"You know I can't,"
Clara giggled, standing up and straightening her dress, what little
of it there was. "You know, I think I'll go with the silver
tonight, to match that little number you're wearing." She
winked at her husband, who was red faced and trying to catch his
breath on the bed. "After all, it's not every day we go on a
double date with your new keyholding mistress."
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"I really wish you hadn't
given Kate my key!" Ted groaned for the hundredth time as he
parked their car in front of Kate and Frank's mansion. "It's
not right for her to have it!"
"It's just a little fun
between girlfriends," Clara giggled. "She's my best
friend, and now you two will be so much closer! And I've got Frank's
only key too, so it's balanced."
"How is that balanced?"
he demanded, opening his door. "Neither of you have any
incentive to unlock your friend's husband, ever!"
"We'll see tonight, won't we
dear?" Clara laughed, just waiting in her seat. Ted got the
message and hurried around to open her car door for her. "God,
that cage is magical," she chuckled, and let him catch a glimpse
of her panties as she stepped out of the low sports car.
"I hate it when you do that,"
he grunted, discretely adjusting his chastity belt through his suit
pants.
"You
love
it when I do that," she giggled back, taking his arm as he led
her to the front door. "Hmmm. I wonder if Frank will love it
too?"
Ted stopped in his tracks,
stopping her as well. "Clara! You can't let him!"
"What?" she grinned.
"Open doors for me?"
"Let
him- " Ted looked around, then whispered, "-see
your panties!"
"Oh?
You're putting restrictions on me
now?" Clara laughed, fingering the key hanging on the silver
necklace above her cleavage. "Should I put restrictions on what
Kate can do for you? She's not going to be a very fun keyholder if
you two just sit around discussing the weather each week."
He
was at a loss. "But... I don't want Frank and you...to..."
"Looks like someone's got a
hard decision to make," Clara giggled, pulling her husband
towards the house again.
The man that answered the door was
ten years older than Ted, taller but with less muscles even though he
stayed trim. And he had a debonair, almost James Bond-air sometimes.
"Hello my dear Clara," Frank said. "You are looking absolutely ravishing tonight. Those dress and heels look decended from Versace himself, although you wear them better than his models ever did."
"Oh! Thank you for the
compliment!" Clara giggled, extending a hand for him to kiss and
rub with his thumb. She turned a raised eyebrow to her husband.
"Given without prompting, I might add."
"Hey-" Ted started, but
Frank pulled her inside like a prince leading Cinderella to the ball.
Ted fumed as he watched his
competition show his wife around. Frank had a hand on the small of her
back- the naked small of her back- but it was done so naturally that
Ted couldn't object without looking like an ass!
Wait
until I get my shot at your wife,
Ted thought. I've
wanted to lick between her golden thighs forever and she'll never see
you the same after that!
Ted adjusted his belt again as he imagined tasting a new woman. He
had never gone down on a woman before his marriage, but Clara had
certainly turned that around! Especially after the Universal Locking
Law! No
one's as good as me down there- Kate will be writhing to let me out!
The woman in question descended
down the stairs a minute later, while Frank was making Clara a stiff
drink. Ted grinned and licked his lips.
Kate was a few years younger than
even Clara. Before the ULL, the well-built blonde would have been
called a trophy wife. But with all men in belts, the members of
their country club had given her a new name: the Head Cocktease.
She would giggle and flirt with
most men, but her tennis skirts seemed to be extra short on days when
Ted would meet the girls for a game. She flashed him her panties
every time she picked up a ball, and Clara had stopped inviting Kate
to their golf foursomes because of how poor Ted's score was getting.
And today was no different: her
light blue, nearly-transparent dress flowed like a cloud around her
body and the leg slits showed her off from ankle to hip bone as she
regally walked down the stairs, forcing both Ted and Frank's eyes to
check for any evidence of panties.
There were none.
"Ted," she purred,
extending a hand for him to kiss. "Thank you for coming. I've
looked forward to this day ever since Clara handed over the key to
your cock."
Ted froze mid-kiss. He hadn't
expected her to get right to it! "I, uh.. me too!"
Clara cried out behind him, her
spiked drink half empty already. "Really!"
"No, I just meant that-"
"I know what you meant,"
she said, then drained her glass. "Another for the road,
Frank."
"Gladly," the man
purred, mixing the liquor heavy.
"Hey!" Ted protested.
"Honey, you told me it was okay to look! You said she loved
teasing me extra hard!"
"Oh,
is that what Clara told you?" Kate laughed, pulling on a stole.
She smiled and tossed her hair at the other man. "Ted honey, I
haven't even started
teasing you yet!"
Ted gulped, trapped between the
two women in his life. "No, I meant-"
The patio door flew open and a
teenager ran inside. She was nude and dripping wet head to toe, with
curly blond hair like Kate's on her head, but absolutely none on her
bald pussy, where Ted's eyes immediately went before he forced his
gaze away.
"Mom!
Leave already! My boyfriends will be over any
minute!"
Kate laughed and turned Ted so
that he had to look directly at the nude, wet young woman impatiently
tapping her bare foot as she dripped onto the hardwood. "Ted,
may I present my daughter, Angela? You haven't seen her in a few
years, I think."
Ted swallowed, trying not to look
at the eighteen-year-old's gravity-defying tits, or her smooth pussy
lips, or her feet, or anywhere! "Hello," he croaked.
"Hey Mr. Roberts, hey Aunt Clara," the girl said quickly, then turned back to her mother. Ted looked in the hallway mirror to see the globes of her perfectly pert teenage ass. "Mom! Get out of here! You're going to embarass me when the boys come over!"
"I suppose we should get
going," Kate laughed, picking up her purse. "Angela's
hosting a boy-girl swim party tonight and I guess us stuffy old
people would cramp her style."
"Finally! Gawd!" the
girl cried as the couples went out the front door. Ted heard her
bare feet running towards the backyard then a big splash as she dove
into the pool. And then the laughter of multiple teenage girls.
"Shouldn't
she need a swim suit
for a co-ed swim party?"
Clara giggled, needing to pull Ted's arm to make him match her pace
out the door.
Kate laughed as Frank led the
group towards their touring car. "Oh, I've talked to all the
boys' mothers and made sure all their keys will safely stay at home!
That's the rule the girls and I have, and lets them feel a little
more... free with their attire?" She turned to her husband.
"Angela turned eighteen the same day the Locking Law passed, and
she's hardly worn a bathing suit at home since then, hasn't she
dear?"
For the first time, Frank's stiff
upper lip broke, just a little. "I don't believe so. No."
"Oh well, girls will be
girls!" Kate giggled as Frank opened the back door for her. And
before Ted could get to it, Frank opened the passenger door for Clara
as well! The bastard!
"Thank you," Clara said.
"And boys still come to those parties? Even knowing how tight
their belts will get?"
Kate relaxed, slowly crossing her
long legs in front of Ted so that her dress showed most of them.
"You've seen her, Ted. Wouldn't you?"
Frank closed her door and Ted
scrambled into the last place, in the rear seat. His wife was
staring at him from the front, Kate smirking at him from the side!
Ted gulped, caught between two women in his life! "No!"
Kate laughed and stroked the key
hanging between her breasts, Ted's key. "Liar." She
snapped her fingers at her husband. "Now, Driver! Let's go!
I'm famished!" Then she hooked Ted's trembling arm and laughed.
"And not just for food."
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