It Started With Chastity pt 7.

You turned the key in the front door, feeling tired from a long day at work but relieved to be home. Then you heard it.

You stepped in, your heart sank.

Coming from the front room you heard your wife's breathless voice.

"Oh God Barry, right there!"

Was she really having sex in the living room with her new 'friend? You took a deep inhale, taking a second or two to compose yourself and walked through the archway.

There, bent over the sofa was your naked wife. Standing behind her was a handsome, athletic black man, his large hands around her hips as she thrust into her.

She never mentioned that Barry was black you thought to yourself. Why that should even matter was beyond you, more to the point, why was that the thought running through your head and not outrage at what was happening. You cleared your throat after staring open mouthed for a minute, the couple completely oblivious to your presence.

She looked up and saw you. "Oh hey baby, is it that time already?"

"What the fuck!" You protested.

She frowned at you then looked back behind her, Barry had stepped and was looking a little uncomfortable having been caught in the act of fucking another man's wife. "Don't stop baby, keep going!" she said to her lover.

The thrusting started again and she moaned, a bead of sweat dripped off the tip of her nose. They had clearly been going at it for a while.

You just stared at her, your palms open to the sky like they were waiting for something, an answer perhaps? She gritted her teeth, her breathing ragged, as Barry fucked her over the arm of the sofa, The room filled with sounds of grunted, moaning and slapping. Barry picked up the pace, his hips smacked into her firm buttocks. Your wife yelped as he bottomed out ion her, but instead of protesting her eyes rolled up into her head and she cried "OH MY GODDD!"

You watched in disbelief as her whole body tensed and shook. She began to cry out, along sustained staccato howl like she was being hung drawn and quartered. You had never seen her orgasm like this before, not even when you gave her multiple orgasms with your mouth. Her legs shook and buckled and then a gusher of liquid ejected Barry's big thick black penis from her vagina.

She collapsed to her knees, her head rested uncomfortably on the arm of the sofa. Her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath and regain her senses. Barry glanced at you, then back at your wife. He lifted her back to her feet and re-entered her. "Oh shit Barry, I can't take any more!" she pleaded. A sentiment that didn't last long as he rapidly began to pound her from behind. "Oh yes bay YES!" she cried out, "don't stop until you've filled me up!"

This was enough to trigger Barry who let out a manly growl, throwing his head back, gripping her hips tight with his big strong hands. You couldn't believe your eyes as you watched another man ejaculate inside your wife. His ejaculation triggered another orgasm for her and then she collapsed again. This time clearly spent.

She breathlessly giggled and patted her hand on the arm rest like a wrestler tapping out "that's enough baby, you've officially fucked me to exhaustion!" she laughed.

A couple minutes later and the pair were on the sofa looking as you. Your wife sat across her overs lap, arms around his neck. She looked you up and down and frowned. "Erm... have you forgotten something?" she asked.

You stood there, helplessly, you shook your head, bemused by her question, "I- I don't... what?"

"You know the rules, "she said sternly, "when you are in the house ypu don't wear any clothes."

Was she seriously asking you to strip to your panties in front of Barry? She made a motion with her hand that told you that was exactly what she wanted. Knowing better than to disobey your hot wife, you disrobed.

Moments later and you were standing before them, a neatly folded piles of clothes in your hands. You were wearing powder blue sheer panties, the pink chastity cage just about visible through the fabric. Heat spread across your face as you felt your shame rising inside of you.

Barry smirked, he didn't seem surprised though, you had assumed that your wife had already told him everything.

She stroked Barry's cheek and nuzzled his jawline with her nose, "Y'see baby? Just like I told you." She shifted her attention back to you, "obviously this is Barry, my boyfriend. As you can see Barry gives me exactly what I need in the bedroom. I'm sure you noticed how big his cock is... it's way bigger than yours and, unlike yours, stays hard long enough to make me cum over and over. So from now on, only Barry gets to fuck me, okay? You can still use your tongue and whenever I decide you have earned a release I will fuck you with my strap-on, but as far as proper sex goes, I have Barry for that."

She shifted herself off of Barry's lap and on the edge of the sofa seat. "we successfully concluded a big work project today, so we decided to take the afternoon off to celebrate. We must have lost track of time because I wasn't expecting you home yet." She opened her legs, giving you a clear view of her well fucked pussy, Barry's seed was leaking out of her. "But seeing as you are hear, you know what to do."

You wanted to protest, to declare this game over, to assert yourself on the situation. But, your wife kept your key locked away and you knew she would humiliate you with a harsh spanking if she didn't get her way.

She pointed at you, then lowered her finger to the floor. Reluctantly, despite feeling the judgemental eyes of your wife's lover burning deep into your soul, and the humiliation that washed over you, you placed the pile of clothes on the floor next to you, got on your knees and crawled to your wife.

Your face slotted in between her thighs, you felt her hand on the back of your head.

"Make sure you get it all." She said with a satisfied fry in her voice.