I love my husband… really, I do. But sometimes I feel like tough love is what he needs most, and yesterday was one of those days.
I woke before him and slowly, quietly opened the drawer on my nightstand and took out the cock cage. Then I lifted the comforter and slid down to his cock with the device. I ever so gently took his flaccid little penis in my hand and fitted the cage around it. I felt him stir and quickly locked it shut. I smiled as I heard him say, “Babe?” I flipped the covers off me and looked at him with a devilish smile. I watched his expression as he realized I’d locked him up, and then I slid his caged cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and felt him swelling inside the device. With him in my mouth, I said, “I have a big day planned for us. I’m going to have company over, and you’re going to watch.” My mouth went to his balls and he moaned as I took one of them at a time in and gently sucked.
The doorbell rang. “Go get the door, dear.” I said.
He returned with his best friend John. I was laying on our big bed wearing nothing but a pair of sexy blue heels and matching little blue panties, which were around my thighs because my fingers were inside my pussy. “Hello, John… you’re just in time. I need to be fucked.” I looked at my husband and patted the bed next to me. “I’m going to need you to get John ready for me. Suck his cock!”
My husband eagerly took his best friend’s cock into his mouth like the slut I’ve trained him to be and sucked it hard for my waiting, wet pussy.
