Mike’s about to learn what his wife really needs… and it isn’t him.
For years, Mike Donaldson’s been hiding his darkest fantasies. Cuckold literotica. Chastity porn. Stories about husbands watching their wives fuck bigger, better men. He thought he’d buried it deep enough. He was wrong. Becky found the folder six months ago. And instead of being disgusted, she got wet. Really fucking wet.
Moving day to their new Tufnell Park flat, Becky springs her trap. She produces a CB-6000 chastity cage—clear plastic, brass lock, no escape. Mike stammers, blushes, tries to object. But his cock’s rock hard, and she knows it. She locks him up, hangs the keys between her tits, and tells him: “You’re mine now.” And that’s just the beginning.
When Dez and Kieran arrive to move their furniture, Becky’s dressed to kill. Black leggings that show every curve. White cropped vest, no bra, nipples hard and visible. She flirts. She touches. She makes sure Mike sees every lingering glance, every brush of her hand on Dez’s bicep, every moment Kieran’s eyes drop to her arse. Mike’s caged, aching, leaking through his jeans. And Becky’s loving it.
By the time they reach the new flat, Becky’s decided. She invites the lads in for a drink. Sits between them on the sofa. Lets her hands wander. Mike watches from the hallway, frozen, terrified, desperate. And when Becky leads them into the bedroom, he doesn’t stop her. He can’t. He follows. He watches through the crack in the door. And he strokes his caged cock whilst his wife gets exactly what she’s been craving.
Dez fucks her first. Eight and a half inches, thick as a Red Bull can, pounding her till she screams. Becky cums harder than she ever has with Mike—squirting, sobbing, begging for more. Then Kieran joins in. Spit-roast. DP. Both cocks filling her, stretching her, using her. Mike cums hands-free through the cage, pathetic spurts leaking through the plastic bars. He’s never been so humiliated. Never been so turned on.
The next morning, Becky makes the rules clear. The cage stays on. She fucks who she wants. Mike watches. He cleans her afterwards—yes, with his tongue—and if he’s good, she might let him cum. Might. And when Dez texts asking to come back next Friday, Becky says yes without asking Mike’s permission.
One week later, it happens again. But this time, Becky’s prepared. New black lingerie. Stiletto heels. And a plan for Mike’s wedding ring that’ll leave him broken, humiliated, and desperate for more. She makes him watch from a chair in the corner—his “cuck chair.” Makes him lube his cage whilst Dez and Kieran strip. Makes him admit he loves it.
And when Becky places her wedding ring on her tongue and tells both men to cum on it? When she makes Mike lick it clean, swallow their seed, taste his own humiliation? Mike shatters. But he doesn’t break. Because this is what he wanted all along. And Becky knows it.
“CAGED” is 13,400 words of hardcore cuckold erotica. Chastity. Hotwife. DP. Cum-eating. Humiliation. A husband who finally admits what he needs, and a wife who takes complete control. If you love watching a marriage transform into something filthy, dominant, and deeply satisfying for both partners, this is your book.
British setting. Real kinks. No soft edges. Just pure, raw cuckold fantasy brought to life.
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