Sharing is Caring Pt. 02

Saturday Morning

I never thought I'd fall asleep wearing the cage, but at some point I must have. I wake up to the feeling of my wife sucking on my nipple.

"Bring me coffee, sleepyhead."

I climb out of bed and start reaching for pajama pants.

"No pants. I want to look at that ass."

As I walk to the kitchen, the lock jingles on the steel cage. Normally I'm wearing pants which either prevent to lock from bouncing on the metal or muffle the sounds.

I start the coffee brewing and slice an apple into a bowl.

When I get back to the bedroom, my wife is reclined against the headboard, with a vibrator in her hand. She reaches out for her coffee and says, "I warmed up your breakfast."

I guess my coffee will have to wait.

After she takes a few sips, her coffee cup lands on the nightstand and her coffee warmed hands grip my head. I love it when she holds my head like this, moving my tongue to exactly the spot where she wants it the most. I bring her to a shuddering orgasm and roll to the side for my coffee.

"Cordy is expecting you about nine."

That leaves me just enough time to shower and get dressed. No time for me to get off and I'll have to eat breakfast in the car.

In the car, I wonder how I got roped into this. I'm supposed to be spending a naked weekend with my wife, instead I'm wearing work clothes and heading to her best friend's house to do some manual labor. I'm still caged, so I can't stop seeing the world through a sexual lens. And now I'm thinking about my wife's best friend. Most people would describe my wife as voluptuous, great tits, nice round ass. Cordy is more sporty, not quite flat-chested, but her tits never get in her way. She's got no hips to speak of, but looks amazing in a pair of yoga pants. Where my wife is blond, Cordy's hair is jet black.

Sometimes Cordy and I flirt, but sometimes she's a total bitch to me. I never know which one I'm going to have to deal with until we're in the same room.

I pull into the driveway and ring the bell. I hear Cordy's voice through the doorbell. "Hey handsome. I'm glad Diane could share you for a couple of hours. I'm upstairs. The door is open."

Sounds like bitchy Cordy isn't around, so that's a good sign.

It looks like she's finally starting to box up Paul's things. Maybe she just needs me to move some boxes and I can get back to my wife.

The hallway is totally blocked with boxes. From somewhere behind the barricade, she tells me to start stacking boxes in the garage. They're getting picked up on Tuesday, she tells me.

I start collecting the boxes from every room in the house and build a wall just inside the garage door. I hear the tape gun and know she's still packing more boxes.

I've been moving these boxes for an hour and still haven't seen the woman I'm here to "help".

With this box, out of the way, I'll finally be able to get into the bedroom, so I head upstairs with two bottles of water. She's wearing yoga pants and a tight T-shirt. She looks amazing, but I can tell she's feeling quite emotional. It's understandable given that she's spent the past few days packing up her dead husband's stuff. The husband she'd been considering getting a divorce from, but reconsidered. And then the police knock on her door saying that Paul was gone.

I pass her the bottle of water, and she walks past it to place her head on my chest. I guess she needs a hug more than hydration.

I hope that she can't feel the cage against her hip, though the way I'm feeling, if it wasn't for the cage, she would definitely be feeling my hard on.

I know they talk about our sex life, but I have no idea what details Diane has shared with Cordy over the years.

"Thank you for coming over today, I really need the help." she says as she pulls away from the hug and grabs the water.

As we drink, she sits on the bed, and pats the place next to her. I join her on the bed.

She wants to talk.

Talk about her feelings as a new widow. I try to commiserate as best I can. Talk about how she and Paul almost got divorced, but decided to try to work things out instead. Diane and I were really hoping you could work things out. It's been six months since she's been with a man. And now I feel the ice getting thin under me. Diane's exact words were "I can't say. Whatever she needs."

Last night I assumed this meant Diane didn't know. It could mean she knew what Cordy needed but didn't want me to know.

I know that women talk about their sex lives at least as graphically as men do. Meaning that some share every detail. How many details of our sex life did Cordy know?

I turn to face Cordy, and she leans in for a kiss. Clearly she needs a kiss, so I lean in as well.

This is a monumental kiss. A woman who has had her world destroyed, rebuilt, and destroyed again in half a year. Her tongue is exploring my mouth with a hunger I've never known.

Suddenly, her hand is reaching for my cock, and the kiss ends. "That BITCH!" She screams.

"We were supposed to fuck!

"She told me you would take care of me!

"She knew I needed to get laid and she sent you over here with your dick useless to me!"

So now I know, I've been set up. And because she wasn't really surprised by the cage, I know that Diane has told Cordy at least some things about our sex life, but clearly not everything.

First thing, I have to get Cordy calmed down. "I've still got my tongue. And my fingers. And I'm sure you've got a favorite toy around here somewhere.

"I'll find us some drinks" I say as I walk off to the bar.

When I come back, Cordy wants to know about the cage. How does it feel? Why do I let her control my cock?

The truth is, even though my cock is a decent size, I'm a bit of a three pump chump unless I'm high. When I'm wearing the cage though, I'm able to focus on my partner's needs. It doesn't hurt that I love to eat pussy, but while Diane has me locked up, I know I wont get to cum until she does. It seems like a fair trade. Every time I get locked up, we both get off.

I didn't tell Cordy that this was the first time I've been caged overnight. And I certainly didn't tell her about last night's anal toy.

Now our glasses are empty and we start kissing again. My mouth moves from her lips to her neck. She starts to lay back on the bed and I follow her down. But because of where my hips are my kisses move from her neck to her breasts as she lays back. With one hand, I slide her top up, my fingers brushing against her flat stomach, and over her tiny breasts. As the top climbs, I see that she's wearing a burgundy colored bra. I wonder if Diane told her this is my favorite color.

I reach behind her to unhook the bra one-handed and nuzzle her perky nipples. My goatee tickles her.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, now she's laying on the edge, with her feet on the floor. I kneel down in front of her and slide the yoga pants down. She's wearing the tiniest underwear I've ever seen. I slide them to the side and my tongue starts dancing on her clit. I gently insert my middle finger into her and with a "come here" gesture start massaging the G-spot.

Cordy tries lifting her legs up, but her pants are caught on her ankles. With my right hand, I free her from the pants and she throws her legs over my shoulders.

Her ankles lock into each other behind my back and she pulls me closer to her. I quickly spit onto my right finger and press it up against her sphincter. She relaxes and my finger eases inside of her.

Now I've got two fingers on her g-spot and one in her ass, while sucking her clit like it's a tiny penis. She's losing her mind and kicking me in the back. She bucking her hips as she reaches a crescendo. I'm just trying to avoid a broken nose at this point.

I love having this ability to please women. I'm willing to give up my cock so that I can make them scream like this.

Cordy pushes my head away from her crotch and says she needs to catch her breath. I stand up and help her climb all the way on the bed.

I notice that her top nightstand drawer is partially open and see a huge dildo. I open the drawer fully and take in Cordy's toy collection.

"You ready for some more?" I ask.

Cordy grins and nods.

"Ass in the air. Face down on your pillow." I command.

As she rolls over I grab the meaty dildo, a vibrator, and a bottle of lube. I turn to face the bed and see that perfect ass. I climb onto the bed behind her and deposit the toys on the mattress. I'm rubbing my hands over her rear. From time to time, I raise my hand and smack it down, holding my hand after to contain the heat. Fingernails on her inner thigh convince her to spread those knees a bit further so I get full access.

My left hand begins massaging her vulva and she begins grinding onto it. With my right, I start teasing her rosebud. And now she's conflicted, rock the hips down, for vaginal stimulation or up for anal?

I make the decision for her, by penetrating both at the same time.

I can tell that her six months of solitude won't be cured with my fingers so I lube up the giant dildo and begin to tease her with it. She rears back and impales herself on it with a satisfied grunt.

I'm holding the dildo in place, and she's fucking her brains out on it.

And that perfect ass is just inches from my face. It's starting to glisten with tiny beads of sweat.

I lean forward and lick the sweat off of one cheek. Then the other. Slide my tongue down the crack of her ass.

Her hips have calmed down, and I start thrusting the toy in and out of her. She squeals in delight. And now my tongue is inside of her.

My ears tell me that she found the vibe and she's working her clit as I pound her vagina and eat her ass.

Her second orgasm is more powerful than the first. Even face down on the pillow, I wonder if the neighbors are hearing this.

She collapses, and I gather the toys and give them a quick rinse in the sink.

When I return to the bedroom, she's under the covers, glowing.

"Thank you, Patrick. I owe you one."

"Two, actually." I respond with a grin so she knows I'm joking. "Anytime, if this doesn't get me in a jam with Diane."

And now it hits me. Even with my cock in a cage, I just violated my marital vows in every way imaginable. Most people wouldn't call what happed here "sex", but it's well beyond being a good friend.

"Diane is the one in trouble, not you. I told her I needed to get laid and she sent you over without a cock I could use.

"She knew what was going to happen and she fucked it up on purpose.

"She's damn lucky you've got the skills you do. I may not punish her too badly."

And now I'm confused. I thought they were college friends. Clearly I don't know everything about my wife. What does Cordy mean by 'punish'?

"Get yourself cleaned up and head home. Tell Diane I said you were a very good boy." My heart skips a beat when she calls me a 'good boy'.

"Then tell her that I'm disappointed in her. I'll see you two tonight.

Driving home, I wonder what the hell just happened. And what's going to happen in a few hours? How long have Diane and Cordy been in a relationship? And what sort of relationship has instructions and punishments? What's my role here?