I Caged Hubby For the First Time

So, I've been dying to share this wild ride with you all, and let me tell you, it's one for the books. I finally did it. It has been something I have discussed with Hubby so many times. What's funny though is I never ever thought we would go this route. I mean when we first started discussing me being a hotwife and Hubby sharing me we always baulked as the idea of locking Hubby up. It was just something we had no interest in. I mean Hubby was such an alpha male. Successful. Good looking. And someone no one would ever suspect of being a cuckold. But things change. Dynamics change. There was a power shift that occurred. It's all about control, pleasure, and the sweet taste of humiliation that my dear hubby has unknowingly been craving for so long. So, buckle up, because this is going to be one explicit, toe-curling tale of a morning that redefined our marriage.

It all started with the anticipation that had been building up for weeks. I'd been teasing my hubby about locking him up, and the day finally arrived. I mean I bought the cage. Showed him. And let him know that one day soon he would be wearing it.

That day finally arrived. The look on his face when I presented him with the chastity cage was priceless -- a mix of terror and arousal that had his cock twitching despite his nerves. I took my time, savouring every moment as I secured him in his new, snug little home.

"There we go baby, all caged up," I whispered, giving his poor, trapped cock a playful tap. The key? Well, I left that out. Teasing him and letting him know it is there but he can't use it. He wore it all day before we took it off at night. His balls were literally blue. He told me that knowing his cock was caged while he was at work was a huge turn on. Yet every time he got hard his cock strained against the cage making him uncomfortable. What was really funny though was the fact that he embarrassingly admitted that he had to sit down to pee. That was the moment I knew I could have him do whatever I wanted.

Enter Mr. Thicc, my well-endowed friend. Ripped as anything and hung like a horse. I mean, his cock is seriously as thick as my arm, and just as hard. He had messaged me a few weeks before and I had almost entirely forgot he would be back in town. Well, what a coincidence. He literally was asking if I was free the following day.

I decided to leave Hubby out of his cage for the day. But told him I wanted him to take a day off work the next day so we could play some more. He didn't need to be asked twice.

The next day I waited for him to wake up and have breakfast before I called him back in the room (I needed to wait for that morning hard on to subside).

As soon as I called him into the room, he knew what was happening. I had the cage out waiting for him on the bed. I said, "Put it on baby," and then left the room. About 20 minutes later he came out. Apparently, it took him a while because he kept getting hard at the thought of being caged.

After that we did the normal morning routine of school drop offs but instead of going home I set the navigation in the car to a hotel in the city. Hubby turned and looked at me, half excited half worried about what was about to happen. I didn't say anything else.

As we got out of the car I gave him a little kiss, and squeezed his cage before saying, "are you ready?"

He nodded. I could tell he was excited.

As we turned the corner into the hotel lobby Mr Thicc was there waiting for us. I gave him a kiss and a cuddle, totally aware that there were other people checking into the hotel. I think they knew what was going on. Hubby followed two meters behind us as we walked to the lift.

We got in and headed up to the room. I had a quick bathroom stop and added Hubby's key to a chain and put it on. This was going to be my accessory for the morning.

We didn't waste any time. Mr. Thicc's hands were all over me, exploring every curve while my hubby sat down in his chair and watched on... I'm sure his cock was straining against his cage. I made sure to give him a good show, moaning loudly as Mr. Thicc's slowly took off my dress, sucking on my nipples and then finally pushing me to my knees. I pulled down the towel Mr Thicc had used to cover his cock. I must have forgotten how thick it was. It was phenomenal. Not even fully erect and I could hardly fit my mouth around it. My jaw straining from opening so wide.

I teased my hubby, showing off the key around my neck before calling him over and having him take his pants off. I could see and feel his cock straining against his cage, desperate for release. But there would be no relief for him, not yet.

I continued to suck on Mr Thicc's cock. Enjoying the challenge of his girth. He laid back down on the couch and I got on all fours... spreading my ass cheeks to Hubby whenever Mr Thicc told me too. He wanted Hubby to take note of what my pussy looked like before he stretched it out.

We didn't even make it to the bedroom. We stayed right there in the living room. With Hubby sitting on the single armchair and us making our way to the couch. It was pure, animalistic lust. Mr. Thicc's cock filled me up in ways my husband could never dream of. I straddled him, taking control, and rode him like I couldn't ride Hubby. His cock enabling it. Every bounce, every grind, I made sure my hubby could see, could hear, could feel the pleasure that was being denied to him. I taunted him with my words, "Oh, baby, this is what it feels like to be fucked by a real man," and "OMG he is so thick" I teased, my eyes locked on his, watching him squirm with a mix of envy and excitement.

But Mr. Thicc didn't want to let me be in control for long. He flipped me over, and I found myself on all fours on the couch, my ass in the air, my pussy exposed and vulnerable. He stood up behind me, and before he teased me with his massive cock he lent forward and ate me out from behind. His tongue swirling into my pussy before making its way to my asshole. There is something so hot about having a tongue in my ass. He then stood up, his massive cock stopping at my entrance, and with one swift motion, he plunged into me, doggystyle. I was stretched to the limit, my pussy aching with pleasure as he fucked me from behind. I couldn't contain myself. The only thing that stopped me from screaming in pleasure was the back of the couch and I shoved my face down into it. The sound of his heavy breathing, the slapping of his balls against my ass, my muffled moans, and the unmistakeable sound of moaning because his cock needed to be touched.

After that we continued to fuck. He pushed me down onto the couch and folded me in half. My legs near my ears as he pounded into me. At one stage he m oved from my pussy to my mouth, my legs still pinned next to my ears and he fucked my mouth just as he fucked my pussy.

I heard Hubby before I felt him. He couldn't believe how stretched I was. He said he put in two fingers and I couldn't even feel him.

Mr Thicc then did what only real men could do. He lifted me up and held me in the air as I continued to bounce on his cock. I have admitted so many times how much I love that position. Purely because of the fact that Hubby can't do it.

Then the moment I had been craving. Mr. Thicc, with a look of pure dominance in his eyes, maneuvered me with ease back to the couch. He laid me down on the couch, my back sinking into the cushions, and with a firm grip, he spread my legs wide. I felt utterly exposed, completely at his mercy as he pinned my legs against my head, opening me up to him.

He entered me with a powerful thrust that made me let out an involuntary moan. I was stretched to my limits, the sensation of fullness overwhelming as he drove into me again and again. I could hear my hubby's stifled moans in the background, which only heightened my own pleasure. Mr. Thicc's pace quickened, his cock hitting depths within me that Hubby never reached, and with each thrust, I felt myself hurtling towards orgasm.

And then, with a final, deep plunge, Mr. Thicc let out a growl and released his hot, thick seed deep inside me. The sensation of him pulsating within me, was indescribable. I lay there, pinned under his weight, my body quivering from the intensity of my own orgasm, as his cum began to seep out of me.

Now I have to warn you, if you don't want to read what happens next you should stop here, because I do things here that I never thought I would. You have been warned.

As Mr. Thicc withdrew, I remained on the couch, my legs still trembling, my pussy throbbing from the relentless pounding. I locked eyes with my caged husband, whose face was a mix of emotions -- lust, jealousy but most of all a need to have me. I could see his erection straining against the confines of his chastity cage, a testament to the fucking I just received.

I called him over. "Breakfast time" I think I said. Without a word, he knelt before me, his tongue eagerly lapping up the mixture of our juices that were dripping from my well-fucked pussy. He even got his fingers and scooped up the cum that was dripping towards my asshole. It was the ultimate act of submission, a humiliating task that he is finally growing a custom to. As he cleaned me, I stroked his hair, encouraging him to clean up the breakfast Mr Thicc has left for him.

He finally finished and looked at me. Expecting me to take the key off from around my neck and end his torment. But I didn't.

I sat back down and had a rerun of the highlights with Mr Thicc. Hubby standing there laughing awkwardly and agreeing with what we said.

I finally got up, gave Mr Thicc one last kiss, put my underwear back on to catch any remaining cum and finally my dress before I ushered Hubby out of the door.

But the fun had just started. We had a long drive home from the city and the teasing was about to go up a notch.

Hubby got into the driver's seat and I took my usual passenger princess role. My hubby, still locked in his chastity cage, sat beside me, his eyes occasionally darting towards me with a mix of longing and frustration. I could tell he was struggling with his own arousal, coupled with the humiliation of being caged and denied.

At one point, he asked for a sip of water, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "Please, can I have some water? I need to get the taste of cum out of my mouth," he begged, his eyes pleading with me. But I just smiled, a wicked gleam in my eye, and told him no. The taste of Mr. Thicc's cum was a reminder of his own submission, and I wasn't about to let him wash it away just yet.

Meanwhile, I was craving something sweet, so I reached into my bag and pulled out a handful of lollies. Hubby's eyes locked onto the lollies, and he asked if he could have one. I considered his request for a moment before responding. I couldn't believe the thoughts that were going through my mind. I had really come into my own in the last hour. The fact that he was caged was really bringing out the dominant side of me strictly reserved for Hubby.

"Actually, I think I can do better than that," I said, a smile spreading across my face. I took one of the lollies and slipped it into my pussy. Hubby's eyes went wide as he realized what I was doing, and he looked at me with a mix of shock and arousal.

Then, I pulled the lollie out and held it in front of him, the cum-soaked treat glistening in the light. You could literally see the spider web like slivers of cum bridging from my fingers to the lollie. "Here you go, baby," I said, feeding it to him. He took it hesitantly, his eyes never leaving mine, and as he sucked on the lolly, I could see the realization dawn on him. The taste of cum, still fresh in his mouth from cleaning me earlier, was now combined with the sweetness of the lolly, reminding him what he had just gone through and continues to go through.

But I wasn't done yet. About 20 minutes later he once again asked to be released from his cage so he could cum. I shifted my butt up and took off my cum soaked underwear. It was more than still damp. "Clean these for me, baby," I instructed, stuffing them into Hubby's mouth. He did exactly that. If I could capture this moment in time I would. Driving home with Hubby's mouth full of my lace panties. I didn't let him remove them until I was sure he had sucked up every last trace of cum.

As he worked, I watched him, a sense of satisfaction and control washing over me. This was what it meant to be a hotwife, to take control and push the boundaries of our relationship. This was something we never imagined would have played out. The sissy side of Hubby and the dominant side of me. We always laughed at the idea of this... but now this was becoming a new reality.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we arrived home. I let Hubby out of the car, still caged and denied, and we walked into the house together. I could feel his eyes on me, burning with desire and frustration, but I just smiled and walked into the shower.

"You'll have to wait a bit longer, baby," I said, my voice teasing him. "You're not getting out of that cage just yet." And with that, I left him to his thoughts as I had a well deserved, long hot shower.