Being Cuckolded #70 The exchange Pt. 1

I knelt between my wife's legs, gently sliding her panties down. Carefully removing one leg I noted the damp gusset and my little shame throbbed, hopeless within its cage. Looking up with a smile, my wife kissed me, a slow longing needy kiss. As is my role now for the past few days, I had been teasing and arousing my wife. Edging her closer but never releasing the build up of tension, preparing her need ready to be filled by a real man.

My fingers softly dragging between her breasts pressing into the material of her blouse.. I pushed slightly and my wife fell back onto the duvet, legs spreading for me as her knees settled over my shoulders. The soft warmth of her thighs brushed against my ears as I leaned toward my goal. Kissing softly up her thighs, pushing her skirt up as I homed in on the glistening wetness between them. A good cuck knows his place, I'm the appetizer, a prelude to the main event.

My wife was so ready I have to be careful, too much enthusiasm and I push her over the edge I've been carefully honing all week. I can taste my wife's juices as I lick around the opening to her vagina. Careful to avoid touching her clitoris, far too swollen and sensitive now, I dare not touch that button.

Magnus will be here soon, just closing up the club downstairs. 2am.... I think we're all too horny to be tired. No doubt pay for it tomorrow.though! My aching balls throb as they rest on my bare thighs, it's only been a couple of months since my last orgasm...."only". Still suffering the prolonged build up of denial again. Trying not to think about all three of them seeing me naked like this. They will all be focusing on my wife.... that's what I remind myself.

Tonight is the night... or should that be morning. Magnus and two of his security staff, I haven't figured out what I'm going to call them yet... apart from sir. Took a a few cancelled attempts but finally, it's all come together this Saturday. Seriously the worst part of cucking isn't watching your wife fucked by other men. No the worst part is juggling everybodies time commitment to coincide.

My wife moans and closes her legs firmly around my face, that was close... I pull away, fighting against her legs. Her hips jerking up to rub against my absent face. I would want nothing more than to help her cum, but that's no good, the moment Magnus or one of the guys has her it has to be an event for her. It has to be the go ahead to let herself go and enjoy fully. That's the secret guys... helping your wife to be so needy she doesn't care to stop and think about her marriage or how she looks or her modesty. She just needs her man inside her. That's when the fireworks happen.

I hear the door to the apartment click open, voices... a strange mix of English/Dutch accents. I clench up, skin prickling as I prepare for them to all see me naked, caged. Pulling my wife's panties back up I watch as she fixes her skirt. One last glance to my wife... we're both nervous, but excited.

The men enter, there is a moment of silence, it feels like forever. I'm standing next to my wife, holding her hand while naked except for the tiny steel cage locked to my genitals. I can feel my shame burning in my face, shriveled up on display. Three black men, Magnus is taller than the two security guys.... they are wide though, their suit jackets just barely containing their muscled arms. I guess if your profession is to deter club goers from wanting to fight, looking like a brick out house is a good start.

I look at Magnus, the one familiar face, smile and raise my wife's hand clasped in mine toward him. My role is over, theirs has just begun.