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(You’ll get much more out of this if you read Part 6 first. Going back to Part 4 or further will really frame what’s about to happen.)

Gayle pulled my briefs and pants up, then fastened my belt before removing the blindfold. My eyelids fluttered as I adjusted to the light. Then, I looked down into the eyes of my true love, the woman for whom I’d often professed willingness to die for.

Her look said it all. Everything suddenly became real. No mask. No fantasy or fetish, or whatever this was. She had convinced me I had to make the choice of doing this with her, or letting her begin without me. There were no other options to be had.

I turned around, walked towards and out the front door, and started towards Derrick’s house in a trance, with my cock straining painfully against its confinement. I looked down to see the bulge my caged member created. It was impressive, to be sure. But it wasn’t me. I wanted to believe it was indicative of me earlier in life, but that just reinforced her notion that I had lost length and girth as I aged and became lazy. Lost the ability to fulfill the robust needs she still had, and now sought in other men.

“This is insane!” I thought. “You need to turn around, go back to the house, and call this whole thing off.”

The trouble was, my feet kept moving forward, compelled by a perverse desire to actually see this play out. Walking towards the house of a man I’d never met. Never even said hello to. He could be any stranger that caught her interest. I was simply the messenger. The one to tell him that my wife found him desirable, and would he be interested in fucking her?

The choice of Derrick was far more dangerous. bahçeşehir escort The guy lived right down the block from us! Whatever happened here could taunt me every time I saw him or looked at his house. Saw his truck go by. He would wave, I would wave back, but we would know that Gayle was calling the shots.

My mind continued to go down a rabbit hole.

What if she chose not to hide it? I envisioned Gayle and I on a run or walk, when Derrick drove by. Envisioned her hopping into his truck and leaving me behind for all to see.

“No,” I thought. “She would not be that sinister!”

Then I remembered her saying that as long as I helped her find men that would satisfy her needs, she would not go about this on her own. That compelled me to walk to his door, where I hesitated once more.

“This is a porn script,” I said to myself, “not the life of a suburban couple who’d been fairly adventurous when it came to sex, but always vetted play partners together. How horned up had she become that our process had been cast aside? Or had she vetted him already? Had they reached an agreement, where my actions now would be the deciding factor in whether they fucked?”

I looked at the contractor’s truck in the driveway, with Derrick Strong stenciled on the side, along with a phone number.

“Derrick Strong,” I thought. “I’m about to find out.” I wanted to turn back, but didn’t, convinced once more that if I didn’t go through with this, didn’t fully commit to her, that she would proceed on her own.

I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing. I rang again, this time knocking as well. The house was silent.

I esenyurt escort waited some more, wanting to be sure of what I feared and desired the most. Then I realized I needed to leave before a neighbor didn’t recognize me and became suspicious.

I started walking back to our place when Derrick’s neighbor pulled into their driveway.

“Hey, Ollie,” I said as I waved to him.

“What’s up, Richard?” he responded. “Did you need something?”

“I wanted to ask Derrick something,” I reacted. There was no lie in that. I did, however, feel my caged cock want to pop out and say hello.

“Okay,” Ollie said back. “Have a good night.” Then he walked into his place, and I continued back. Just before reaching our door, I realized I could have called the phone number on his work truck.

My hand instinctively reached for my pocket, still acting on Gayle’s behalf. No phone.

“Duh! Of course, there was no phone in my pocket,” I realized. “Why would I have grabbed it?”

I felt relieved, yet despondent. She could easily walk outside, see his truck, and call the number herself. It changed nothing.

I walked into the den. Gayle was relaxed, sipping on some wine. Nothing in her demeanor gave away her thoughts. I at least expected some signs of urgency. At least that’s how I would feel if waiting for a lover.

“He wasn’t home,” I said.

“Hmmm,” was her response, then took another sip of wine before looking up at me.

“Did you do everything I asked?” she questioned.

“I did.”

“And what happened?”

“I rang the bell, then rang it again and knocked,” I said. “I waited on his porch for over five halkalı escort minutes. There were no sounds coming from within the house.”

She studied my expression, like a detective assessing a suspect.

“Well,” she began, “I guess that’s a reasonable effort. Would you like a reward? Say, coming? You weren’t successful, but you deserve something for your first effort.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I blurted out.

She motioned for me to stand before her. With our feet almost touching, she lowered my pants and briefs, exposing my cock that bulged from every gap.

It was another opportunity for me to see just what I looked like. See if this cage was really new and smaller than the old one. But I didn’t. I felt duty bound not to, unless my queen allowed it.

Gayle began massaging the base of my root with lube, while using her other hand to glide over the cage itself. My containment had again splayed my urethral open. I melted with each pass of her lubed finger over it.

She returned to working on my root while her other hand drew over my ass crack. Crazed lust burned throughout as my legs began to buckle and sway from my pent-up anguish. I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking to masturbate myself in her hand. Faster and faster I jerked with spasmodic thrusts.

That’s when she took her hands off of me. I fucked the air, using my hips to shake the cage in sheer desperation. Cum began seeping from my cock head in a slow stream that lasted forever, accompanied by tears of joyful anguish amidst a haze of hyperventilation.

I teetered towards the sectional, hoping to land safely but without the energy to care. Gayle guided me to land next to her. I’d never felt so mentally spent. I didn’t care about the cage. Didn’t care about anything. I just wanted to melt away in her arms.

She pulled me alongside her. The last thing I remember before dozing off was wondering what had just happened, what might have happened, and what may happen next.

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