It's always busy in the gym on a Thursday after five. Aidan runs a Milf Training session for the busy executives trying to get a workout in before they head back home to the family. Rosa has a personal training session too, a guy in his late thirties or early forties. He's been coming to the gym for months now, battling issues with a shoulder injury.
Aidan is taking the women through their stretches, nodding to each in turn as they change positions, but he keeps glancing up through the glass. His wife is laughing as she hands her client a set of small dumbbells, amused by something he's said. He begins a set of repetitions but he's obviously sore, carrying one shoulder and stopping after twenty with a grimace.
Aidan sees how Rosa reacts: the furrowing of her brow, her hand touching him on the arm with concern. She goes round behind him and begins to run her hands over his shoulders, manipulating an arm. The man says something and Rosa nods, asking him a question before lifting his arm up higher. She's pressed close behind him now, pulling his arm back, rolling his shoulder. Aidan can imagine how that would feel, to have her toned, gorgeous body pressed up behind him. Rosa's hands seem to linger on his body, her face strangely expressionless.
Aidan's mind flashes back to the lingerie night, to the words Rosa had said when she was on top of him on the bed. He recalls the strange, elated expression on her face when she said it: "Like I'm fucking someone else."
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Rosa pinches a fold of skin on her belly. She hesitates a moment and then plunges the needle in, feels the sharp spike but ignores the brief flash of pain. The plunger clicks and she's done. Quickly, she drops the spent needle into the sharps container and pulls down her t-shirt. Aidan is calling from the other room and she gets up from the bed, plunger and phial in hand, goes to the kitchen and replaces the little container on the shelf in the fridge door. She doesn't feel different. She doesn't feel anything at all.
Aidan is in the lounge, on the couch.
"C'mon, they're starting," he calls over his shoulder.
Rosa flops onto the couch next to her husband, folding her legs up under her, snuggling up against him in her t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and she settles her head on his broad, muscled chest, feeling the warmth of his body. His hand plays absently in her long, dark hair. She can still feel a little soreness from where the needle went in. She wants to talk about it, but the game has started and Aidan is transfixed. She knows very little about football, it's more his thing, but they'd agreed to bet on this game because the timing was right.
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Aidan had broached the subject when they were closing up. He'd shut off the exercise machines one by one, circling the floor until he arrived back at the front desk. The episode with the lingerie still lingered in the back of his mind, the way Rosa had turned the tables on him, backed him into a corner. The way she'd humiliated him when he'd expected her to relent. Just thinking about it made his crotch itch, the prickly new growth of stubble where she'd shaved him digging into his balls. He'd complained about it the next day, but Rosa had just shrugged and told him his options: keep up the shaving or let it grow back. He'd chosen the latter, almost to spite her. She pointed out that she'd stayed hairless and wasn't having any of the same issues.
Rosa was closing the computer down, bent over the keyboard in such a way that he was treated to a view of her body in profile: the figure-hugging maroon leggings, the perfect curve of her bottom, the way the exercise top accentuated her modest breasts. He imagined his hands teasing those leggings down over her rump, exposing her crotch for him to slip himself into, bending her over the reception desk. He walked up to her and placed his hand on her bottom.
"Done?" she asked without looking up.
"Yep. You?"
Rosa straightened and clicked a button. The screen went blank.
"Am now."
His hand was still resting on her rear. She turned and walked around the desk, leaving him standing there, arm outstretched.
"Coming?" she called over her shoulder as she headed towards the doors.
Aidan had followed her out, watched her lock up, and then walked with her to the car.
"I'll drive," she said.
They didn't go home. Instead, she drove across town to the clinic, told him to wait with the car so they didn't get a ticket while she picked up the prescription. When she got back into the car, she was clutching a paper bag tightly in one hand. She gave it to him.
"We need to refrigerate this," she said.
"When do we start?"
"Three days."
That was the extent of the conversation until they got home. Rosa took a couple of small phials of a clear liquid out of the paper bag and put them in the door of the fridge. Aidan emptied out the rest of the contents: a set of plungers and needles, alcohol swabs and a sharps container, spreading them across the kitchen table. Rosa pulled out a chair and sat down in front of all the paraphernalia, her expression curiously blank.
"Next bet," was all she said.
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Aidan's team is winning, not by much but it's becoming a workable margin. He feels a little guilty, because he knows he's cheated. Rosa is at a disadvantage, not knowing either team particularly well. Still, she'd let him pick first and he'd jumped at the chance, justifying it to himself as fair play after the lingerie bet.
"Looking good," he murmurs.
"So far."
"I'm gonna enjoy this weekend."
"If you win."
"When I win," Aidan replies with a grin.
The bet is simple: the winner gets to tease the loser for an entire weekend. The loser only gets to climax if the winner allows it, but the winner has full oral privileges. After they picked teams, Aidan had spent the next few days browsing sex toys online, making a show of evaluating and commenting on each toy's benefits.
"You're cock-sure," Rosa says. "I bet you already placed your orders, huh?"
"I will, straight after the game, babe. I got them in the cart ready for checkout."
Rosa is no longer watching the game now, she's watching her husband.
"So, stud, whatcha gonna do with all that fancy equipment?"
Aidan winces as his team lose the ball. With his eyes still on the screen, he replies, "You'll see."
"Tell me. I wanna know what I'm in for."
Rosa's team runs the ball down the other end of the pitch. They score. Aidan huffs, and turns his attention to his wife.
"First," Aidan says, "I'm gonna strip you naked on the bed. Then I'll take the wand and set it to low burn." His eyes light up.
"Then I'll just brush it gently along your pussy lips. Nice and slow, so you get the feel of it. Then I'll take out the egg and slide it inside you until just the ring is hanging out from between your lips, and I'll turn that on too, on low, so you're being stimulated inside and out. Then I might just leave you like that for a while, to simmer."
"What? Leave me alone on the bed?"
"Yep."
"What if I take matters into my own hands?"
"Oh I've thought of that, babe. I'm gonna get a set of handcuffs. The ones with the fluffy cuffs, for extended wear, and cuff your hands behind your back. Then I can dial the vibe up and down and watch you squirm."
Rosa moves closer to her husband, kisses him softly, tenderly on the lips.
"Then what?"
"Then the wand again, this time I turn it up, float it over your clit, watch you build up to an earth-shattering orgasm."
Rosa kisses him again, more urgently this time.
"I like the sound of this, so far. Then what?"
"Then just as you're about to cum, it all goes away. You get right to the edge, but no further."
"That sounds like absolute torture. Why would you want to do that to me?"
"Because then I start again, building you back up to the edge. For two," Aidan kisses her, "Whole," he kisses her again, "Days."
"And after two days of this?"
"After two days you're going to be begging me to fuck you."
"If you win."
"When I win."
"What makes you so sure?"
Aidan pulls back, smiling, and confides, "They're on a five-game winning streak. They beat your team five out of the last six times they played. I did my research and it's a cert."
Rosa looks at Aidan, her beautiful face showing disappointment.
"Do you feel cheated? You look like you do," Aidan says.
"It's not that. I'm just disappointed."
"Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. Sorry that in all your research you forgot that the guy playing centre in your team got busted with an eighteen-year-old. The married guy, your star player. His head's all over the place. He's been missing from training all week."
Aidan feels a twinge of doubt. On screen, the crowd erupts and his head swivels away from his wife's face.
"Looks like your guys are cho-king," Rosa murmurs playfully in his ear.
She's right. Over the next twenty minutes, Aidan watches the safety margin dwindle to zero. The game goes down to the wire, but the traffic is all one-way. Rosa's team scores in the last two minutes for the win.
"Quite the upset," Rosa concedes, patting her husband on the thigh. "I do love a good underdog comeback."
Aidan is silent, brooding, as Rosa gets off the couch and disappears into the bedroom. When she returns she's holding a small padded parcel. Aidan eyes the little white package in his wife's hands.
"What's that?" he asks.
"Oh, while you were busy shopping, so was I. It was pretty funny seeing you going through all those different devices to torture and tease me with. For you, I only need one."
She gives the parcel to Aidan. "Open it."
Hesitantly, Aidan rips open the end. Whatever it is, it's small but heavy. He gives the parcel a shake and something falls into his lap. He picks it up, incredulous.
"What the fuck is this?"
Rosa leans over her husband and plants a kiss on his furrowed forehead.
"You know what it is, honey. It's a cage."
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By the time they get home on Friday night, Aidan has tried everything. He's appealed to reason, arguing that he's going to have to go to work on Saturday with it on. That it could be dangerous to wear while taking a class. That it could end up cutting off the circulation to his testicles, which would lower his sperm count. Finally, in the bathroom at home, he goes to the nuclear option.
"No way," Aidan says, "There's just no way I'm doing it."
Rosa pouts, which makes it worse. He knows she's mocking him. She's sitting on the side of the bath, with the little satchel in her hand. Her face is level with his crotch.
"But baby, did you win the bet, or did you lose it?"
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Oh, but it is. Who won the bet? Or don't you remember?"
There is a long pause.
"You won," Aidan concedes, eventually.
"So who gets orgasms all weekend?"
"You do."
"And who gets none?"
Aidan grins his teeth and hisses, "Doesn't matter."
"There's no way you're going to able to go the entire weekend without taking matters into your own hands. You know it. I know it. So, the only way to be sure you're not cheating, short of me tying you to the bed for the weekend, is if you're locked up nice and tight."
"I'm not wearing that thing."
Rosa cocks her head to one side and says, "Then speak the magic words."
"Which words?"
"To get out of the bet? Say ‘I lose, you win' and the games are all over. And I mean all the games. The final score is locked in. I take home the trophy."
Aidan stares back at his wife. She's taunting him on purpose.
"So," Rosa continues, "Are you the loser, or are you gonna honour your bet? If you couldn't stand the heat, you should have got the hell out of the kitchen."
Aidan knows he's backed into a corner again. Worse, his wife begins to smile. She's fully aware that she has him trapped.
"All this over such a small thing," she says, waiting.
"Fuck."
With that, Aidan's hands begin to move, unzipping himself and unbuttoning his jeans. He lets them fall to his knees and shucks off his underwear, leaving himself fully exposed. Rosa extracts the cage from its package, separating the shiny metal device out into its component pieces. Aidan looks down at his cock, the regrowth of his pubic hair a dark fuzz around the base of his shaft, as Rosa's hand lifts his cock and slides one of his testicles through the ring in her palm. Gently, she teases the other testicle through the ring and cups his balls in her hand.
Aidan remains silent as Rosa takes hold of his cock head and begins to feed his flaccid member through the ring until she can slide it flush against the skin of his crotch. Aidan can feel the weight of it, the way it encircles his shaft and his scrotum.
"I'm sorry you're not enjoying this," Rosa says, "Although it does make this a lot easier without the hard-on."
Aidan doesn't answer, standing rigidly in front of his wife as she takes the shiny metal cage and begins to feed his cock into it. At this point, with his wife's fingers on his manhood, he feels himself begin to stir and swell.
"Too late for that, babe."
Rosa pushes the cage against the base ring, fighting the growth of his cock. Aidan hears a loud click and Rosa removes her hands.
"All done."
Rosa stands up and washes her hands in the sink.
"Now what?" Aidan mutters.
"Now you pull your trousers up and we have dinner."
"So... that's it?"
"Yep. Now we leave the cage to do its work. See? After all that fuss, it wasn't so hard, was it?"
She gives him a quick peck on the lips.
"And it's not going to get hard all weekend."
Rosa dries her hands and smiles briefly, before walking out of the bathroom.
Aidan stares after her, feeling very self-conscious. He pulls up his underwear and then his jeans, zipping himself back up. He can feel the cage underneath his clothing, pressing into his crotch, a foreign weight anchored between his legs. As he walks out of the bathroom, he's conscious of the way it feels.
In the kitchen, Rosa has heated two meals in the microwave and is busy dishing them onto plates. Aidan sits down but doesn't eat. Rosa notices this.
"Eat up, honey. You're going to need it."
"Why?"
Rosa puts a forkful of pasta into her mouth and chews thoughtfully. "The teasing begins in half an hour. And I'm going to be merciless, just like you would have been."
Aidan picks at his pasta, taking small mouthfuls, dragging it out. Eventually, he puts his fork down. Rosa has finished and rises from the table to put her plate in the dishwasher.
"Why are you doing this?" Aidan asks.
"Because I won," Rosa reminds him. She stands behind his chair, her hands sliding around his neck to settle on his chest.
"But why... this?"
Rosa's hand traces down the front of Aidan's chest to his crotch. He can feel her hands wrap around the solid mass between his legs. She grips his cage firmly.
"Because by the end of this weekend...," she tugs gently, "I'm going to make sure this is overflowing. When I finally let you out, you're gonna beg to fill me like the fucking world is ending."
Rosa gives Aidan a kiss on the neck.
"Now, how about you clear up your dishes and come give me oral on the couch? I wanna see if that cage is really strong enough to hold your package in check."
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Rosa waits patiently on the couch for her husband. Eventually, she calls out to him.
"Aidan, how about you leave the tidying up? Come and join me."
A few moments later, Aidan appears at the door. She pats the space next to her invitingly and Aidan eventually relents and flops onto the couch. She can see his reluctance; she could sense how much he was struggling as she put the cage on. Then, a thought occurs to her.
"If you'd won the bet, and the roles were reversed, you know what I would be doing right now."
Aidan sighs and takes a long, steady look at his beautiful wife. She's wearing a tight little tank top and short denim shorts, her toned, athletic legs folded under her. Rosa flicks her hair over one shoulder enticingly and smiles at him. Normally, the outfit and the smile would have had him all over her, but this time she can see him holding back.
"I dunno," Aidan replies.
"Babe, you would have already had me hard at work wouldn't you?"
Rosa moistens her lips, feeling arousal building up inside her.
"I would have wrapped my lips around you and I would be slowly working my way up and down, just the way you like it. So, what's the difference?"
Aidan snorts. "You wouldn't have a fucking steel cage weighing you down."
"But you would have me hard at work, right?"
"I suppose."
Rosa feels her arousal begin to cool. She can see that he's out of his depth, but her sympathy is being eroded by a twinge of anger rising up inside her.
"Definite."
She leans in and kisses him, trailing her hand down his muscled chest.
"I would be between your legs right now, sucking on you. You like the way I suck you off don't you? You like the way that feels."
Her hand came to rest on the bulge in his jeans. Not a soft bulge, but unfamiliar, rigid. She runs a thumb over it, feeling the steel bars of the cage through the material. Something deep within her begins to awaken and she feels her moistness begin to build. Fuck him, she thinks: a bet's a bet, and she wouldn't have been such a wimp if it had gone the other way.
Without asking, she pops the button on his jeans and unzips his fly. Moodily, Aidan complies and raises his hips so that she can tug his trousers and his underwear down to his knees, revealing his cage. Rosa can see that his cock is already swelling, filling the confines completely. She runs a finger over the steel, feeling the taut flesh of his trapped cock between the bars.
"Does it hurt?" she asks, eyes fixed on his crotch.
"Kinda," Aidan responds, "Kinda just weird."
"It looks like you're straining. You're so hard, in that little space."
"Uh huh. If you unlocked me, you'd find out."
Ignoring his offer, Rosa's hand cups the cock cage, hefting it. Her fingertips tickle his balls.
"Feels heavy."
Rosa is fascinated with the cage and seeing Aidan packaged up inside it. Part of her would very much like to unlock him and let him bury his cock deep inside her. But there is another part that wants to stick to the plan.
"I'll unlock you," she says, "But not now. From what I've read, you need to have time out of the cage, especially until you're used to it."
"Used to it? Uh, how long am I wearing this for?"
"You know the bet."
Aidan was trying to bargain again, she realises.
"But is that two days? As in I get to come out in forty-eight hours from an hour ago? I only have forty-seven hours left?"
"Baby, the bet was for the weekend. The weekend finishes at midnight on Monday morning."
Aidan's face becomes stern.
"No way. That's not how I interpreted the bet."
Rosa looks up at her husband, directing her gaze away from her hand as it strokes the silver cage.
"However you interpreted? Ah. Unlucky for you that I'm the one with the key."
Aidan is looking her directly in the eyes, staring her down. Her big, strong man. With her hand cradling his trapped manhood, however, this has the opposite effect on Rosa than Aidan intends. Her face hardens. Casually, she removes her hand and bends over until her face is in his crotch. She sticks out her soft, pink tongue and pushes the tip between the steel bars, tasting his skin. She can feel how rigid he is, and she wonders again how it must be feeling for him to be packaged into such a tiny space.
She doesn't feel sorry for him now. Instead, she works her way down the cage, planting soft kisses on the steel, until she comes to the tip. The cage is open-ended to allow the wearer to piss easily. Aidan's erection has pressed his cock-head tight against the steel ring that forms the end of the cage so that the very tip of his cock is bulging out through the steel. Rosa takes the purple flesh in her lips and sucks gently, letting him feel the friction of her mouth on the very tip of his imprisoned cock. She hears Aidan groan. Rosa sucks for a few more moments and then sits back up.
"Midnight Monday morning," she states. "And I can make the time fly by or I can make it seem like forever. Your call."
Without waiting for a response, she unbuttons her shorts and slides them off. She's now sitting on the couch, naked from the waist down, watching her husband expectantly.
"Bet's a bet, babe."
Reluctantly, Aidan slides onto the floor, kneeling between his wife's knees. His hands slide up her thighs and she feels him push her legs further apart. She needs him to start: there is a strong ache inside her, stronger than she's felt before. She watches Aidan's face, sees that he doesn't want to do it and for some reason this makes her ache more powerfully. She reaches out and cups the back of his head, drawing him into her waiting crotch.
Aidan's head jerks backwards, out of her hand, and for a moment he freezes. Rosa's hand flops to her side but she remains spread before him, filling his field of vision with her supple, sculpted thighs and the pink, swollen lips of her pussy. She half expects him to get up and walk off and for some reason she can't admit to herself, the prospect of that fills her with fear. A fear of missing out on something new, something she can't articulate. The prospect of her tall, strong, dominating husband meekly lapping at her crotch. The anticipation of watching him take the leap, like he did when she dressed him in her lingerie; the feeling of being the one on top for a change.
The seconds pass in silence. He isn't giving her oral, like he had many times before: this was different for him because he was caged. He has to do this in his own time. Gradually, Aidan's head begins to move towards her crotch and Rosa feels her arousal spike. He reaches up and parts her lips with his fingers and her juices spill out, flowing freely. She watches, transfixed, as he extends his tongue. Rosa braces herself for the moment of contact.
The tip of her husband's tongue touches her clit, and Rosa quivers like an electric pulse had shot out of his tongue. Her pussy is gushing now, more aroused than she could ever remember being, her fire stoked by the sight of her caged husband kneeling between her legs. Aidan's tongue begins to work its way around her clit, dipping under her hood and then down alongside the outer edges of her lips, to sound out all her most intimate crevices. Rosa's hips buck involuntarily at the surge of pleasure from the delicate contact, but Aidan's hands are firm on her thighs, keeping her spread and seated.
He begins to warm to his task, and she feels his lips purse around her swollen nub, sucking and licking. Each contact brings a new thrill that seems to echo inside her groin, pulsing into her rock-hard nipples. Absently, she slides her hands up her torso under her top until her fingers find her nipples, tweaking them and sending little spikes of pleasure back down into her clit.
Rosa is aware that she is breathing heavily now, groaning. She feels a single strong finger begin to trace a loop around her hole while Aidan's tongue continues to lap against her clit. She tries to push forwards, to signal to the finger to bury itself inside her. The finger retreats when she does this, forcing a strangled moan of frustration from her throat.
idan begins to kiss her pussy lips, working his way down until she feels the soft pressure of his tongue slipping inside her. Rosa exhales sharply at the burst of pleasure, pinching her own nipples instinctively to enhance the feeling. Her husband's tongue retreats back up to her clit, maddeningly. She is so close, and she knows Aidan understands that as he plays with her.
The finger appears again, circling. This time Rosa forces herself to remain patient, waiting for it to make its move, anticipating the feeling of Aidan's fingertip curling around the front of her pussy wall until he finds her magic spot. Aidan sucks her swollen clit into his mouth, gripping with his lips while teasing with his tongue. Rosa's hands are kneading her firm breasts hungrily, but Aidan forces her to wait.
The finger stops circling and Rosa's body tenses in anticipation. All at once Aidan plunges into her, embedding his finger up to the third knuckle, sending a wave of sensation directly into her groin and she feels herself gushing. The finger withdraws and then a more substantial intrusion as Aidan slides two fingers easily into her sopping hole. The fingers begin to work in unison, making come-hither motions deep inside her, stroking her most sensitive spot just as Aidan increases the suction on her clit.
The feeling is overwhelming, and she comes suddenly, unexpectedly, flowing all over his hand and face, a wave of dizzying sensation cascading up her body, forcing her to arch, catching her breath. Aidan's fingers continue to work mercilessly. He releases her clit and begins to apply his tongue flat against her slit, providing friction to her sensitive nub and her pussy lips. She feels a second wave building and it overwhelms her.
Rosa cried out, hips bucking now to escape the relentless manipulation, but Aidan is too strong, gripping her thigh tightly with his free hand while he brings his thumb to bear on her clit, both fingers wriggling inside her. He forces her to orgasm again and she cries out long and loud, forcing herself up off the couch with the power of her climax, but she still can't dislodge the relentless tongue or escape the merciless fingers.
"Please...," Rosa gasps between heaving breaths, "Please, no more."
Suddenly, the hand is withdrawn. In the sudden release from sensation, Rosa opens her eyes. Aidan is now standing before her, jeans around his ankles, the silver cock cage directly in her eye-line. She can see how completely he fills it, and she knew she needs him to fill her instead. Then she looks up to his face, still glistening with her juices, and sees the look in his eyes: predatory, like the fantasy rape in the gym.
The fog of orgasm begins to clear and she feels her thoughts returning into some semblance of order. She realises that Aidan has a plan. He is going to make her want to unlock him. Rosa teeters on the brink. She leans forward until her face is in his crotch, stalling for time, and kisses the steel cage softly, bringing a hand up to fondle his balls. His swollen cock looks like it's fit to pop the steel cage open all by itself. She takes several deep, steadying breaths, regaining control.
That," she breathes, "That was a good start to the weekend."
Rosa gets up from the couch so she can stand in front of her husband, head tilted upwards to look him in the eyes. Although he's trying to hide it, she can see that he's quietly seething as he realises his plan isn't going to work. Rosa presses against him, feeling the rigid steel against her crotch.
"Don't you want to see what I have next?" Aidan asks, quietly.
Oh baby, do I ever. I want to feel you in me. I want to feel you burst inside me."
"Then all you gotta do is unlock me."
"I will, I promise."
"But not now?"
"Soon."
Aidan's mouth sets in a hard line but Rosa kisses him anyway. They need to wait until Sunday night, according to the plan: that was the optimum time. She would have to find the willpower to resist temptation; Aidan, on the other hand, didn't have a choice.
"I'm doing this for us, babe. You're going to love it so much when I unlock you. I promise you it'll all work out."
Rosa cups Aidan's balls delicately. Her fingers close around his testicles, holding him in a firm grip.
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[Next chapter: The cage is still on, and Aidan is working out how to get it off, while Rosa's dark side surfaces. Who blinks first?
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