Multiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Her Biggest Fan

Fandom: Persona 5

Tags: Punishment, Denial, Chastity, Erectile Dysfunction, Teasing, Voyeur, Fantasy Fulfilment, Cheating Fantasy

Ren unlocked his front door and shouldered his way into his apartment with a tired sigh, loosening his tie and throwing his coat over the nearby sofa. Scratching at his stubble, he internally cringed at the complete silence that greeted him and scanned the empty room until his sharp eyes fell on the note stuck to the fridge.

Experience let him know what the note would say before his eyes ever need to confirm it. Not his experience as a successful PI, no, his experience being married to one of the biggest gravure idols in Japan.

He sighed again, a sense of weariness seeping deep into his bones as he poured himself a finger of scotch. He loved his job, and he was incredibly good at it, but there were only so many times he could catch a cheating wife or girlfriend in the act before it started to get to him. 

Sure, he had other gigs, and he preferred working on corporate espionage cases, but adultery was a booming industry in Tokyo.

And it paid. It paid well. 

Finishing his drink in one gulp, he snatched the note off the fridge and clicked his tongue in frustration. 

We finished our shoot several days earlier than expected. If you're reading this, I've gone out with the girls for karaoke and drinks to celebrate. 

Love you

Ann

Well that's a kick in the nuts…I wouldn't have rushed to finish the case if I knew she’d be out…

Ren and Ann hadn't been more than very close friends after his year-long stint at Shujin, during the whole Phantom Thieves fiasco. It wasn't until they'd reunited at college that their romance had really taken off, both of them fresh off their own heartbreaking break-ups.

They'd married shortly after graduating and moved in together into a shoebox-sized apartment. Ann did a lot of the heavy lifting bills-wise in the beginning, having already been a famous idol while studying for her business degree. It wasn't until Ren had a few years of experience - that he could actively advertise - as an investigator that he was able to branch out on his own. 

Seven years later, and not only did Ren need to hire two assistants to handle his endless work load, but Ann was on the verge of successfully graduating as a gravure idol and becoming an independent, internationally renowned model.

Unfortunately, with their incredibly busy schedules and Ann’s need to network off-hours, coming home to an empty apartment was a relatively common occurrence for him.

Ren loved his wife more now than he did when they exchanged vows, and he was incredibly proud of her success, and she, his.

That didn't make the situation any less frustrating though, especially in the bedroom. 

It didn't help that most of Ren’s jobs these days involved him photographing and filming adulterous women mid-coitus. Over time, as his name was passed around amongst Tokyo’s elite with his continued successes, the level and status of his clientele steadily rose.

That is to say, rich and powerful men generally had gorgeous girlfriends, spouses or mistresses. Spending an afternoon watching women of that calibre having raw, monkey sex always had him coming home horny. He'd come home hoping to sate his lusts on his beautiful wife…

Alas…

Ann would likely be home late, especially if she was drinking. With a guilty cringe, Ren took a quick shower and, instead of getting dressed, dried off and came back into the living room naked and with a clean hand towel thrown over his shoulder.

Sorry honey, but it's been a week and I'm horny as fuck…

An excited thrill shot through his naked body as he pulled up his wife’s Fantia page. He'd thought about getting the lube, but his cock was already as hard as steel, six and a half inches long and weeping pre-cum.

He could have used the footage he'd filmed earlier for what he was about to do, or even just his memory of it, but not only did it make him feel gross to even consider it…his wife was way hotter than that cheating slut.

With an excited grin, Ren cast his phone's screen to his large TV in his living room as he made himself comfortable on the leather couch. He let out a shaky breath as his wife's stunning, immaculately lit face stared innocently back at him with a small smile.

Even before they'd become romantically involved, Ren always knew Ann was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever met. She'd hit the biracial lottery, with enough Japanese features from her handsome father to be recognisable while her Swedish mother passes on her lustrous, blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and voluptuous figure.

Ren started to slowly stroke his cock, his mind filled with desire for his wife. Thankfully, she'd grown out of the high pigtails before they'd been reunited at university, instead, generally preferring to either wear her wavy hair loose and long, or style it into elegant buns.

Also, thankfully, she'd grown even more into her body. Her breasts, already large, had grown several cup sizes in the time they'd been apart, while her continued training from their time as Phantom Thieves meant she had a gymnast’s ass and legs.

This, of course, set her apart from her peers and made her even more popular.

In the latest picture on her sub feed on Fantia, she was laying on a plush bed and staring up into the camera with her arms cradling her heavy, bra clad breasts. She wore a sheer set of lace lingerie that looked a size too small, her cleavage almost spilling out. 

If the juxtaposition between the innocent look on her face and the naughty, sexy lingerie weren't enough to drive him wild, the shadow of her pink areolas clearly visible through the sheer lace was next level. 

A spike of intense pleasure shot through him and he shuddered as he swiped to the next pic, cradling his phone in one hand and his cock in the other. He groaned at the sight that greeted him, his stroking picking up in pace.


In the next pic, Ann was snapped from behind and slightly in profile, one hand against the wall and the other both cradling and supporting her heavy tits, her fingers covering the nipple that would have otherwise been clearly visible.

Even hotter than that though was the lace thong she wore that left very little of her glorious, powerful ass to the imagination. The straps rode high on her hips, making her behind look not only bigger, but her hips wider and her legs longer. She still had that innocent look on her wide-eyed face, this time also nibbling on her bottom lip.

‘Fuuuuuuuuck,’ Ren groaned, panting with need as the sounds of his masturbating filled the otherwise silent living room.

He lasted one more pic.

The third photo in the reel had Ann leaning against a mountain of pillows, the wide-eyed, innocent look was gone and instead she was laughing playfully at the camera. She was still sans-bra, but instead of her hands covering her naked nipples, there were two dollops of whipped cream. In the pic, Ann had swiped some cream off her chest - giving the tiniest glimpse of pink areola - and had sucked the digit into her mouth.

He came with a loud groan, his head spewing half a dozen jets of semen all over his bare chest. At no point did he stop stroking though, he was too turned on, too backed up. What had started as a quick wank to take the edge off would now inevitably lead to several more. He winced internally, guilt eating at his conscience, but as he scrolled to the next pic and he felt himself rapidly harden in his own grasp, Ren knew he had little say in the matter.

He was a degenerate, and though he’d come home horny, nothing turned him on like his own wife.

Using the towel, he wiped away his shame and started stroking once more when a pic of Ann in a sexy, sheer teddy with matching stockings and garters popped up.

He had an epic session - emptying the tank, as it were - and, after another quick shower, went to bed well before midnight feeling satiated, content and only a little guilty.

-

Ren’s peaceful slumber was interrupted, awareness steadily returning to his sleep-addled mind as he felt a warm, wet mouth suckling on his member.

At first, he thought he was in the midst of a wet dream, but as his faculties returned to him and he turned to look at the time on his alarm clock, he wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked down.

It was three AM, and his wife had his shorts down around his ankles, his flaccid cock in her mouth. He could smell the sake on her breath - she was drunk, and very obviously horny.

He stared at her like a deer in the headlights, his wife’s crystal blue eyes slowly narrowing into slits as he failed to get hard despite her expert efforts.

That wasn’t an affront against her skill, but he’d just masturbated to four orgasms a couple of hours ago. If he could manage to get hard again that night, they should probably lock him up somewhere and run experiments on his virility…

Ann pulled off his pathetically flaccid cock with a yell of frustration, her head snapping towards his phone on the bedside table. Before he could even think to stop her, she had his internet browser open, his history plain for all to see.

‘Again?!’ she hissed incredulously, her voice a mixture of frustration and disbelief at the betrayal.

He flushed and looked away, embarrassment and shame eating him up.

‘I was… really horny when I came home and, well, you weren’t here…’

‘I’m here now,’ she seethed with only a slight drunken slur to her words, her beautiful features twisted in hurt and frustration. ‘You’re not the only one who’s horny, Ren! And now you can’t even get hard because you can’t stop jacking off like a horny monkey!’

‘I-I’m sorry.’ His apology felt lame, even to him. He’d honestly thought she’d just pass out when she came home, but in retrospect, he didn’t need to go so hard either. He could have just jacked off once to take the edge off, then he would have been more than ready to get hard and fuck his wife like she apparently wanted.

Instead, he’d let her down again because he couldn’t control himself.

Ann slid back onto her knees and stared at the ceiling imploringly, as if asking the gods for help. Whatever she was wearing, she’d slipped out of it before joining him in bed, her beautiful body completely bare to him…

And not even a twitch from his cock.

Finally, Ann sighed and laughed mirthlessly. ‘What other girl has this problem? Apparently, I’m so hot that my own husband can’t stop jacking off to my pics like a desperate virgin!’

He went to pull Ann into a hug, and was unable to hide the hurt on his features when she batted his hand away. Sighing, he tried to explain, not that it ever helped. ‘I had another adultery case today - the client wanted a full recording… I know it’s not an excuse… I’m sorry, it won’t happen again...’

Ann didn’t meet his eyes, and she breathed heavily through her nostrils. As bad as he was feeling however, he nearly threw up at her next words.

‘That’s what you said last time, Ren,’ Ann replied despondently. ‘I told you then that that was your final warning -’

His guts churned and his eyes flew open in shock and dismay. ‘Y-you’re leaving me?!’

Ann just stared at him in mute incomprehension for several tense moments, confusion and disbelief warring on her beautiful features before she sighed and shook her head, a pretty smile overtaking both. Gripping his cheeks in her hand, she pulled him close and kissed him.

‘I’m not leaving you, you idiot,’ she chided, a hint of genuine annoyance in her soft tone. ‘Don’t ever say something so stupid again, you hear? Now wait here.’

Though he sighed with relief, Ren’s heart still tried to beat its way out of his chest. Tonight wasn’t like the other times he’d failed to get hard for his wife, he couldn’t remember a time she’d looked more hurt and betrayed. He cursed his stupidity, his libido, his weakness and their busy schedules, but his self-deprecating thoughts were interrupted when his gorgeous, naked wife strolled back into the dark room, a small box held in between her hands.

It was small, no bigger than his fist, and had no markings. She grinned saucily at his look of confusion, confusion that was quickly banished when she pulled out the box’s contents.

It was a steel chastity cage… a rather small one at that. He gasped, his eyes widening in shock at seeing something he’d only ever seen in porn.

‘Since I can’t trust you to noy beat off whenever you’re out of my sight, I’m taking the decision out of your, ahem, hands.’ She giggled at her own pun, and Ren didn’t fight it when she threw a leg over his head and forced his upper lips against her lower ones.

She was straddling him in the classic sixty-nine position, but instead of stroking or sucking, Ren shook as his wife pulled his cock and balls through the steel ring, securing it tightly, before passing his shrivelled shaft into the cool, metallic cage. He yipped embarrassingly at the strange sensation, and flushed at his wife’s sultry chuckle.

He couldn’t see any of this, of course, he was going by feel. His face was being smothered by his wife’s glorious ass, his lips sealed against her moist womanhood.

‘It looks so cute,’ Ann purred in between her heated gasps and moans. She was jiggling and shaking his tiny, caged member - the lock tinkling audibly against the steel with the movements - while he ate her to several, powerful orgasms.

When his wife finally let him up, she lay sprawled over his muscular chest. It was only then, before she threw herself down on her favourite pillow, that Ren noticed the small key hanging off the chain in between her heavy breasts. Seeing his stare, his wife smiled wide, her eyes glittering mischievously. ‘Do you think people will know what this means?’

She’d pulled the key out from her cleavage and held it between their faces like it was the One Ring. 

Ren’s face flushed crimson at the intentionally provocative question, then groaned as he felt himself twitch, then grow hard against the restrictive cage. Ann laughed incredulously when she saw his pained expression, pushing herself up so she could stare as his cock twitched and jerked against the steel.

‘A blowjob didn’t work, but this did…?’

Ren bit his lip and shrugged. He tried to avert his embarrassed gaze, but his wife held his chin and turned him back to stare into her eyes. Swallowing thickly and wetting his suddenly dry lips, he shrugged.

‘You’re…the most beautiful woman in the world.’

Her teasing expression melted away and she snuggled up against his side, her face buried in his neck. ‘Aww, I love you too baby.’

Ren held his wife tight. It took him a while to finally fall asleep for the second time, his mind constantly tormenting him with images of people laughing at or mocking him when they stared at Ann’s tits and instead spied the conspicuous key…

As his wife adorably snored against him peacefully, Ren grunted in discomfort, his cock, once again, railing against its new prison.

This will take some getting used to…

-

A week passed and Ann still hadn’t let him out of his cage.

It had taken some getting used to. At first, his random erections would cause him to throb painfully, an aching in his balls that had him nervously looking up answers on the internet, but with his angst assuaged, he got used to it.

Now, unless he was really turned on, he didn’t really get hard at all.

But those times he did were exquisite torture.

He knocked out two more jobs during the week, each one of them cheating wives and both stunningly attractive. While filming the illicit affairs, his cock strained against its confines, so much so that the cage pulled away from his groin, the skin around his member stretching with it. It was a strange feeling, to harden inwards, but he couldn’t help it, his mind went to… naughty places as he watched the two beautiful, unfaithful women lost in the throes of passion.

A week had passed though and Ren nearly wept when he and his wife’s schedules finally lined up, and they had the evening to themselves. Knowing she’d be home early, Ren had prepared a romantic, candlelight dinner at their apartment with the best of his culinary abilities on display - a sort of apology for masturbating himself into erectile dysfunction.

Ann’s moans as she forked mouthfulls of the dish he’d prepared for them into his mouth were having a… painful effect on him however. His naughty wife seemed to expect this though, and she was grinning naughtily at him each time she moaned in delight, and he winced in discomfort.

He was now sitting on the couch and watching as Ann cleaned the dishes wearing nothing but a familiar set of lace, lingerie - the thong completely swallowed up by her meaty behind. Every so often, Ann would look over her shoulder and grin at the no-doubt ravenous look in his eyes, but she took her time, the motions of the scrubbing causing her perfect body to jiggle deliciously.

Just as she was about to finish, she called over her shoulder.

‘Take off your clothes, my love.’

With hands shaking with excitement and pent up desire, Ren did as instructed. His wife’s back still to him, he was completely naked except for his cage and glasses when she finally turned around, and smiled wide.

‘God, why do I find this so hot…?’

Ren, who was breathing heavily at this point and doing his best to put a muzzle on his raging libido, could only shrug shakily.

‘Can you imagine what the girls would say if they saw you like this?’ Her teasing words didn’t need to be clarified. She meant the other Phantom Thieves, their best friends. Though they struggled to make time for each other with their busy schedules, their sacred Phantom Thieves group chat was forever filled with memes, jokes and general shit talk.

‘D-did you tell them?’ he asked, dreading the answer as his wife’s smile widened.

‘Of course not, silly,’ she purred, dropping to her knees between his legs. He groaned, his entire body shaking as she gripped his caged cock and balls possessively. ‘This is mine.’

Ren’s heart rate sped up as, while looking deep into his dark eyes, Ann pulled his key from her cleavage and started to unlock his cage.

‘You’ve been a good boy this past week… I think it’s time we both got rewarded.’ She smiled bashfully, as she blindly slipped the key into the padlock. ‘You have no idea how horny I am.’

He laughed breathlessly, incredulously. ‘I might have some idea…’

Her smile turned naughty and Ren started to vibrate in his seat as his wife slowly teased open the lock, deriving great amusement from his angst when she pretended the key didn't work.

Finally though, as the cage fell free and Ann pulled the ring out from behind his balls, Ren flung his head back and let out what felt like his first breath in a week, his cock hardening in an instant. 

‘Yessss,’ Ann purred, kissing his crown as his soldier stood to attention.

Unfortunately for his wife, she'd severely underestimated exactly how backed up he was, how horny. A simple kiss on his poor, neglected, hyper sensitive head had Ren spasming in pleasure and, before Ann could even blink, he'd unleashed all over her face with a long, drawn-out, gasping moan. 

‘Are you kidding me?!’ His wife's disbelieving shriek was barely audible as the sheer power of his rapid orgasms consumed him. Starbursts exploded behind his eyes as it felt like each of his nerve endings burned with euphoria.

When he finally came to his senses, his body still quivering with the power of his orgasm, it was to see his wife sitting beside him on the couch and staring vacantly at the Tokyo skyline in the distance. She looked on the verge of tears, such was her frustration. 

If she'd not immediately sulked like a baby though, Ann might not have missed one incredibly important, vital detail. 

He was already hard again. 

The orgasm that had just ripped through him was the most powerful he'd ever had, without question. Not since he’d first started jacking off had he gone more than a single day without getting off, and now, with a week of stimulation and no release…?

Ren was primed. He wanted more.

Ann shrieked in surprise when Ren grabbed her thigh and flipped her over so she was hanging off the back of the couch. With a snap of his fingers, her heavy breasts hung free in mid air and, with a tug of her thong, her glorious, naked ass was revealed to him. 

‘W-what are you - ooooooooh fuuuuuck!’

Ren didn't speak, he just sheathed himself inside his sexy, naughty wife with a deep, satisfied groan. Fully sheathed, his groin pressed against her meaty ass, he put a foot up on the couch for leverage and slowly started to pull out.

‘Yes!’ Ann’s cry of jubilation wouldn't endear them to their neighbours, but she was far beyond caring, especially when Ren started to thrust in and out of her with all the force of a jackhammer. ‘Mmm, Ren, yes! Fuck me, harder, nnh!’

Ren didn't know what came over him, but after that, he slipped into a kind of frenzy. Gripping his wife's hips so hard her skin turned red under the force, he kept his eyes locked on their union, on his hard cock hammering in and out of her. 

He was vaguely aware of Ann’s cries of euphoria, and his chest swelled with husbandly pride each time her body shook with her climax, but Ren remained laser focused on stuffing his aggrieved wife's pussy over and over and over again. 

He'd been a shitty partner, far more concerned with getting his own rocks off while selfishly ignoring his wife's needs. 

That would change, starting tonight. 

He lost count of the amount of times he'd made Ann climax, but he finished inside her two times before finally collapsing against his panting and exhausted wife in a boneless heap.

Ann, realising he was done, flipped around so she was seated beside him on the couch, giggling tiredly as his lips found her puffy nipple and began to suck. Running her hands through his scruffy hair, she spoke around a soft moan. 

‘Where did that come from?’

Speaking at the moment felt like such a choir, so Ren answered as monosyllabically as possible, maximising his nipple suckling time. 

Ann loved having her nipples played with about as much as Ren liked playing with them. 

‘Apology,’ he answered, in between kisses and licks, his hand slowly sliding down his wife's toned belly as his fingers greedily sought out her clit. He was looking down the length of her body as he did so, another surge of pride making his head swell as a veritable river of cum oozed out of her core. ‘For being selfish.’

Ann apparently liked that answer a lot, moaning in delight as she pressed his face deeper against her pillowy breasts. ‘Apology…accepted.’

Ren chuckled deeply, his tongue drawing circles around his wife's pebbled bud. She then squealed and jolted as he gently started rubbing her sensitive clit, the dual assault making her melt into the plush leather. 

‘That's the best sex we've, mmm, that we've ever had…’

Ren agreed, but again, he rather keep suckling than speak so he just grunted in affirmation.

Ann was more than happy to continue the one sided conversation. 

‘You were so eager, so, nnh, so enthusiastic…’

Without releasing her delectable bud, Ren swivelled his head and started up into his wife's heavily lidded eyes, her pale cheeks rosy with desire and her lips parted as she let out adorable mewls and pants. 

He was slowly working her towards another orgasm. This time, Ren was fine with taking his time. 

His next words, he deemed important enough to unlatch for, but he still let his displeasure be known with an annoyed grunt before speaking. ‘I'm so lucky to have you…’

He watched, his lips latching into Ann's other tit and his eyes shining with love as his wife melted at his words. ‘I love you too, you big, horny dummy.’

Ren chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he continued to watch his wife's sexy reactions to his ministrations.

‘What are you thinking…?’

They'd lapsed into a comfortable silence for several minutes before Ann had decided to spoil it with something other than her sounds of pleasure. 

Ren came off Ann’s nipple with an audible pop and pressed his head against the large breast as if it were an actual pillow - not that he hadn't used them as such many, many times before. 

‘Just imagining how many guys would literally kill to be me right now…buried in these big tits…’

Ann giggled, her smile and pleased flush lighting up her beautiful features. 

‘Is that why you were so excited?’ Before he could answer, Ann shoved him aside and threw a long leg over his lap. Now straddling him, her heavy breasts gently swayed inches away from his lips like heavy water balloons, their teardrop shape incredibly sexy. ‘Were you imagining someone else sucking on my titties while you were locked up and…frustrated?’

He wasn't, but Ren flushed as he surprisingly felt himself twitch at the thought, a reaction his wife no doubt caught as her smile turned positively un-idol like. 

Inhaling deeply, Ren went back to suckling on the dangling breasts while recounting his…painful experiences with his two adultery cases that week.

His wife was getting increasingly turned on as he recounted the stories, her soaking pussy grinding against his groin as he went over every illicit detail.

When he finished Ann bit her lip then snorted in disbelief. ‘No wonder you have a porn addiction…your job is eighty percent watching amateur porn all day…’

‘I don't have a porn addiction,’ he refuted, his face scrunched up into a frown. His wife raised a delicate eyebrow in disbelief, her gaze flicking over to his nearby, discarded chastity cage. ‘I don't,’ he reiterated, stubbornly. ‘I have a you addiction.’

That instantly disarmed Ann, who'd been ready to fight him over it, and she slapped his chest playfully. ‘Oh you,’ she giddily admonished, a dusting of pink covering her cheeks as she reached over and grabbed his discarded cage with an impish smile. As he latched onto her swaying tit with the movement, Ann held the cage directly in his line of sight. ‘Be that as it, mmm, as it may, I don't trust you to not beat off like a horny monkey the second you're out of my sight.’ Her spellbinding eyes fluttered open and her cheeks flushed with desire. ‘And tonight was too, mmm, too magical to risk you jacking yourself off into ED again…’

Ren flushed deeply at the words and at the feeling of his locked member. Not because he was angry, but because she was probably right…

Now firmly locked in his tiny chastity cage once more, his previously proud member looking small and pathetic again, Ann draped herself over his lap and played with it like a cat toyed with a trapped mouse. 

Her eyes flicked up to him as her finger poked his aching balls, her beautiful features set in a troubled frown. ‘Are you sure it doesn't hurt…? It looks so…red.’

Running his hand over her naked back, Ren shrugged. ‘It’s a dull ache when I'm trying to get hard, but the pain generally makes the erection, and thus the pain, go away…’

Her frown deepened and concern flashed in her lovely eyes. ‘If it ever gets too much, tell me. I'll let you know where I keep the spare so you can unlock yourself.’

Her concern quickly disappeared though and she gripped his junk in a tight, possessive grip. ‘If you lie to me though…you'll be punished…’

Ren shuddered at the tone in her voice. His wife was kind and caring by nature, hearing her acting so cruel and dominant, so against her nature, was an incredible turn on. 

‘So,’ she continued, her impish smile back in place as she went back to playing with him, gently fondling his drained testes like stress balls. ‘Did watching those sexy, slutty wives cheat on their husbands excite you?’

He tried to deny it, but his cock started to twitch and strain against his tiny cage, the meat pressing against it so hard that it looked like his shaft was seeping out through the gaps.

Ann giggled and kissed the metallic cap of his cage. ‘I'll take that as a yes…’

Ren felt heat suffuse his cheeks and hurried to explain himself. 

‘The second woman…she just didn't seem the type. It made everything more…wrong, I guess? More taboo - sexier.’

‘Oh?’

His flush deepened and guys cheeks heated so much his glasses fogged. Trying to explain himself, words just spilled out like a torrent. 

‘She was so innocent. Loyal, mother of two, hard worker, kind, caring, genuinely loved her husband…’

‘But…?’

Taking a deep breath, he continued. ‘Her boss just kept flirting with her, subtly, never crossing a line for months. Eventually, she started flirting back and he got more bold as she grew more receptive. In the end, she was spending more time at work than at home and, well, they just started having sex this week.’ Ren sighed wearily and ran a hand through his scruffy hair, but the aching in his balls revealed his true feelings. ‘My client will be devastated…’

Ann didn't let the downer end to his story deter her. ‘You do know,’ she began with pink cheeks and smouldering eyes that started up and directly into his soul from her position in his lap, ‘that I'm constantly being propositioned too, right? Like…all the time. Producers, managers, photographers, other models, celebrities…’

Ren groaned as she listed off the sharks that perpetually swam in her orbit, the confirmation of something he'd always suspected - but trusted his wife too much to never ask about - more than he could handle. 

With her face nuzzling his tiny, caged cock, she grinned wickedly. ‘All of them are like your client's, naughty wife's boss, they all want a piece of me…’

It hit him like a punch to the gut, and it took his wife almost spelling it out of him for Ren to notice. 

His work had seriously warped his mind, so much so that a few, innocent, teasing words had him imagining his wife in his client's wife's position. In his mind, the beautiful, raven haired beauty was replaced with a blonde haired goddess and Ren couldn't hold back his shocking, powerful reaction. 

He wasn't subtle in his response either, something his wife noticed and delighted in pointing out. 

Ann kept teasing him until they eventually retired to their bedroom, passing out in each other's arms for the first time in a while.

Ren eventually drifted off after calming down enough for his member to stop its dull, aching throb, his wife's ear over his heart and her arms and legs wrapped around him like he was a dakimakura. His eyelids grew heavy as hand gently brushed through her voluminous locks.

His dreams were tormented with the tantalising memory of his client's wife in the throes of her illicit passion, her features slowly shifting until they matched Ann’s.

The torment, as it were, only began in truth however when he was awoken the next morning by the painful throbbing of his caged cock and balls.

Staring blankly at the ceiling as the fog of sleep cleared from his mind, his wife's comforting weight still on his chest, Ren mentally cursed. 

I'm so fucked…

Despite the fantasies that had his guts roiling in angst and jealousy, Ren couldn't remember a time he'd been so turned on. 

Not even the moment right before his wife unlocked him the previous night, after a week of forced abstinence and pent up desires.

He had a sinking feeling that the time until his next unlocking would be…difficult.

-

They had two, blissful, uninterrupted nights together before Ann’s busy schedule pulled them apart once more.

She’d kept him caged for both nights, despite clearly wanting nothing more than to fuck like they had on that glorious night she'd unlocked him. Instead, Ren had eaten her to countless powerful, toe-curling, squirting releases as they just otherwise enjoyed the pleasure of each other's company. 

Unfortunately, it didn't last. Ann received a call from one of her managers letting her know that her agency wanted to send her to Okinawa to shoot what would likely be her last swimsuit calendar, photo book and idol DVD. The agency was double dipping, using their talents’ star power to also promote tourism on the beautiful island.

Despite Ann’s ridiculous beauty and legions of devoted fans, she'd always known her career as a gravure idol had a shelf life, and she'd begun making preparations before she'd even turned thirty. 

On that end, she'd hired a manager full time to work on growing her personal brand and securing her opportunities for life after her contract expired. While she couldn't officially work independently yet, she already had several avenues to leverage her popularity for some pretty lucrative returns.

As for Ren, well, following Ann’s socials during that time while locked in his cage was pure torture. If it wasn't enough that all her feeds were filled with her incredible tits and ass stuffed into the tiniest bikinis possible, Ann made sure to send her biggest fan private, erotic pics, the likes of which not even her pervy agency would countenance.

And if that wasn't enough, they also called each other every night where, after a brief exchange of pleasantries, Ann would tease him mercilessly. She'd not only ask him about any sexy, cheating wives he'd been forced to spy on, but let him know in excruciating detail every single sexual advance made on her person. 

He was almost certain Ann was touching herself while telling him too…

Must be nice…

Three weeks into her trip, Ren was naked, on his bed and on the phone with his wife. 

‘Oh Ren, you look so sexy…’

He flushed in both embarrassment and pleasure. Ann had made him take a photo of himself in the mirror with particular interest in the stream of precum leaking out of his chastity cage. 

His wife was breathing heavily on the other end of the line. If he wasn't sure she was touching herself before, the breathing combined with her soft mewls all but confirmed it. 

‘Is that because now you know how many men want to fuck your wife…?’

Ren groaned, the ring around his balls pulling tight and making him wince in pain.

‘Talk to me baby,’ his wife implored in a needy tone. ‘How many times have you dreamed that I'm the one you're spying on, with your cameras…?’

Ren groaned louder.

Fuck, why did I tell her…?

Because it drove him crazy, that was why. It all did, from hearing about his wife being constantly hit on to seeing his key displayed proudly on the chain dangling between her breasts in every backstage photo and clip of her shoot.

For obvious reasons, she couldn't display her wedding and engagement rings with the pride she wished to, but the key? They key featured prominently in many photos and clips, its nature obvious to anyone perverse enough to know of such things.

‘What's wrong, honey?’ His wife's teasing tone was as patronising as could be. Ren had no idea she could slip into this role so well, especially given her kind nature and complete lack of acting talent, but it was like she was born for the role. Or, maybe more aptly, it was as if she was channelling her inner Persona…

I wouldn’t be surprised if Carmen was speaking through her at this point…

‘Nothing,’ he gasped out through gritted teeth. ‘Just in a little pain over here…’

Ann was instantly on alert, all hints of playfulness gone from her tone. The seductress had vanished and his wife and best friend took her place. ‘Good pain or bad pain? If it’s bad I left a spare key in the apartment -’

He cut her off with a wheezing chuckle. ‘Please, do you really think I’d need a key if I actually wanted to break out of this thing…?’

Ann paused, as if finally remembering who she was talking to, who her husband really was. ‘Oi oi oi, you better not be sneaking in cheeky jerk-off sessions when I’m not around…’

‘I wouldn’t dream of it,’ he replied with a smile, his tone full of sincerity. He meant it too. Ren felt terrible over how he’d dropped the ball in their relationship - this cage was as much about him punishing himself as it was about Ann getting incredible sex - a form of penance, as it were.

‘...you’re sure?’

Ren felt warmth blossom in his chest at the clear concern in her tone. He immediately assuaged her guilt, letting her know that the pain was more of a dull throbbing as his smothered erection caused the cage to pull the ring around his balls real tight.

After he’d calmly explained what was causing the pain, it was clear that his wife’s lust was back in full force. 

She’d slipped back into character.

If only she could channel that talent into actual acting…

‘I can’t believe hearing about all this gets you so horny, you dirty, dirty boy…’

‘I think we can both agree that I’m a real degenerate…’

Ann’s giggle turned into a muffled moan as he imagined her rubbing her glistening pussy.

‘I’ll let you go, I need to go to bed,’ she finally said, after several moments of silence. ‘I love you -’

‘Wait!’ Ren bit his lip, pausing after stopping his wife from hanging up. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment when he realised why he’d stopped his wife, what he wanted to ask her. ‘...what’ll you think about? When you masturbate  after hanging up.’

The silence was so thick he could feel it, only the sound of his wife’s heavy breathing letting him know she was even still on the line.

‘You’re such a bad boy,’ she finally cooed, her tone getting increasingly worked up. ‘I’m, mmm, I’m thinking about Takeshi right now,’ she purred, her voice so thick with desire it sounded like she was choking on it. ‘I saw his cock today when he was getting changed…it was so big, honey. He caught me staring at it too. He smirked at me. What do you think, baby? Do you think he wants to fuck me?’

Ren’s pained, lustful groan was long and loud, earning him excited, breathy giggles from his insatiable wife.

‘Alright, I gotta go you naughty boy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow…’

-

Ren was almost shaking with his pent-up desire.

As fun an experiment as it was to stay locked in his cage for three whole weeks while Ann was away, he didn’t think he could manage it again. Thankfully, his wife was due back today and he’d told his assistants he was taking the day off to spend it with her, even though she wasn’t due back until the evening.

He was so excited to see his wife again he could barely think straight anyway, let alone get any work done.

After Ann had teased him about the men who constantly hit on her, and even dropped a name, Ren had followed her socials religiously. The albums and DVD weren’t obviously released yet, but the agency, as well as the models themselves, posted plenty of pics of them having fun in paradise together.

To his everlasting shame, Ren paid close attention to the bulges of every man that appeared in a picture or clip with his wife, trying to find out which of the sharks was Takeshi. He thought he’d figured it out, and the fucker was devilishly handsome to boot.

Of course he is, he’s a fucking model.

Not only was he sure he’d spotted the snake, but Ren could read his body language easily enough - a perk of the job, as it were. The man was clearly in lust with his wife - she wasn’t kidding when she said her colleague wanted to fuck her. Seeing his arm wrapped intimately around her slim shoulder though, his hand dangling ever so close to a tit that was barely contained by a small triangle of white fabric, drove him crazy.

I’m gonna fuck her so hard when she gets back. She’s not leaving the room for an entire day!

He’d all but worked himself into an impotent frenzy when his thoughts were interrupted by his work phone ringing. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and was about to ignore it before thinking better of it. 

It could be an emergency.

‘Hello?’

‘Is this Joker Investigations?’ 

Ren’s eyes narrowed. What was Ann playing at? She’d lowered her voice and tried to put on an accent, but it was terrible, her lack of talent once again on display. His wife also wasn’t deluded enough to think that would fool him either…so his confusion only rose.

‘It is…’ he answered in bemusement, deciding to play along. ‘How can I help you?’

He was met only with several moments of awkward, heavy, lusty breathing before his wife finally decided to break the silence. ‘I may have a job for you… if you’re interested.’

Ren’s eyebrows rose, his curiosity finally piqued. 

What’s she playing at?

Either way… he very much wanted to know. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t make her work for it.

‘Unfortunately, I’ve taken the day off, you see,’ he looked out the window of his apartment, the bright, noon Sun glaring down at the tinted windows. ‘My wife’s been away for a while and she’s coming home tonight. I’m… very eager to see her.’

Her breath hitched in excitement, but she otherwise didn’t break character. ‘I’m sorry to disturb you on your day off then, but this job is time sensitive. If you’re interested, it can only be tonight.’

Ren let the silence stretch on as he stared out his window sightlessly with a narrow-eyed stare. ‘I suppose there’s no harm in listening - she’s not home yet, after all.’

‘Good, good.’ The words came out like a purr and Ren felt his strangled-into-submission, caged cock start to tingle. ‘You see, I have this…friend. I’m worried she’s going to make a terrible mistake.’

‘Oh?’ Ren frowned. He’d have taken her words a lot more seriously if he wasn’t sure she was playing some kind of game with him. 

‘Yeah,’ she continued in a deep, breathy whisper. ‘Her name is Takamaki Ann - have you heard of her?’

Ren failed to smother a grin at her cute attempts to disguise her voice. ‘I might have,’ he said, continuing to play along. ‘She’s one of those idols right? The one with the huge tits? Average ass?’

‘She has an incredible ass,’ Ann corrected, almost breaking character as her mirth shone through. ‘But it sounds like you know the one I’m talking about… you see, I have some information that she’s been invited to a party tonight to celebrate her graduation from her agency, but I’m worried…’

Ren instantly perked up, not at the news that Ann was apparently graduating, or rather, leaving the idol agency - that was wonderful news on its own, but something they’d talk about later. No, he perked up because the tone in her voice had shifted. There was something off about it, something that inexplicably made his cock try and stand up in attention.

‘Why are you worried?’

He tried to affect a nonchalant tone, as if he were taking notes, but he was on the edge of his seat, for goodness’ sake. Ren didn’t think he could hide his excitement from his wife even if he tried.

Ann didn’t answer right away, but her breathing grew more laboured and Ren was just convinced she was touching herself again. After weeks of this kind of play over the phone, and years before that, he’d grown an extra sense for being able to tell when she was.

‘You see, my friend Ann,’ she continued, her faux deep voice absolutely dripping with sensuality, ‘I think she’s going to cheat on her husband tonight if she goes to that party.’ His wife didn’t even give him a nanosecond to ruminate on that bombshell. ‘I want to hire you to tail her, to get proof. If she does do something so… heinous, I want some evidence so I can show it to her husband myself - you see, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on him… are you interested?’

Ren was finding it hard to breathe, and his entire world spun, as if a great big dude was sitting on his chest while they were sailing on a turbulent sea. He blindly grabbed at the closest surface to steady himself. The words hit him in the gut like a heavyweight boxer, but still, despite their horrific message… his cock surged against its cage.

His wife had been teasing him for weeks in this regard, but he was certain, this time, this was no joke, no dirty talk. She had apparently, correctly identified that his work had twisted his mind, that it had instilled in him some fantasies - fantasies she was discreetly requesting whether he’d want to make reality.

Because that was what this was, he finally understood. His wife had engineered a way for them to act out his apparent cheating-wife fantasy, asking for permission without breaking their immersion, without sullying the realism of their play.

Ren didn’t answer and let the silence stretch on, his wife waiting patiently for his reply. His mouth was as dry as a desert, his heart threatening to beat its way out of his chest. His wife was asking if he was okay with her cheating on him.

He was certain, if he turned down the ‘job,’ Ann would be home within the hour and he’d be fucking her brains out like nothing had ever happened, like no boundaries had been broached or crossed. They’d eventually discuss it, laugh about it, then he’d pump half a dozen loads into her until she was a screaming, sexually satisfied puddle of goo.

Be if he took the ‘job’...

With his cock straining and strangling his balls with the steel ring, Ren finally answered in a voice that was shaky, scratchy and barely hid his excitement. He felt faint, he felt dizzy, he even felt a little sick and jealous…

But most of all, he felt horny.

Once again licking his dry lips, he spoke. ‘M-my wife was supposed to be home by now. Maybe she got…delayed. I… I suppose I could take your job.’

Ann, who’d apparently been holding her breath this entire time, let out a long, slow, shaky breath on the other end of the line. When she finally spoke, she sounded as turned on as him. ‘Okay… good. All I have is the l-location of where the party is taking place, you’ll have t-to handle the rest.’

His phone chimed and Ren’s mind, which had been reeling not a second ago, instantly sharpened when he looked at his screen and recognised the address. He put the phone back to his ear, his hand shaking like crazy, when he heard his wife continue speaking. 

‘Remember, I want proof that my senior is a no good, adulterous whore. Otherwise, w-what’s the point…?’

Audibly swallowing, Ren answered in a voice barely above a whisper, his forehead breaking out in a nervous sweat. ‘T-that… that won’t be a problem.’

After hanging up, Ren stared blankly out at Tokyo, his eyes unseeing.

What had he done?!

A part of him wondered if his already twisted mind had been twisted even further by his libido and pent-up desires but, as he stared at his trembling hands, he couldn’t deny that it wasn’t nerves, fear, anger or sadness that made them shake.

No… it was excitement. 

He had a lot of work to do, and not much time to do it.

If anyone else had been around to see Ren bursts into motion, they’d have been confused and a little repulsed by the wide, perverse grin on his handsome features.