The penis cage the wife wanted

Ada and Chris drove quickly to the adult bookstore. The sign above the door simply read "Adult Books & Toys," obscuring the store's extensive contents.
As they entered, the man behind the counter immediately recognized Ada. He smiled and said, "Hello, Ada, what can I get for you today?"
"I'm not buying anything today, Charlie, but my friend needs something. She wants a penis cage."
Charlie turned to Chris and said, "Then I'll have to ask this lady, what's your husband's penis size...?"
"Oh, about 5 inches, a bit thick,"
Chris quickly replied.
Charlie took out a few items from under the counter and said, "See if this fits him?"
He picked up a penis cage and handed it to Chris.
It was a penis-shaped plastic container with a small hole at one end for urination and a lock at the other end to secure the tubular object to a man's penis. It couldn't be removed without a key. Thus, once a man wore it, he could only urinate and couldn't masturbate. Chris checked the size and thought it should be suitable.
“This looks good, Charlie,”
Ida said.
“What are those over there?”
Chris asked, noticing some gadgets displayed in the glass case behind the counter.
Ida and Charlie both laughed. “Those are connectors. You can insert them into your husband’s anus as punishment or training, or both,”
Ida said.
“Oh, I see. I did see something about that online; it’s a dildo used to torture a man’s anus,”
Chris said.
“You’re right, girl,”
Ida said.
“Do you need a rattan paddle or a whip?”
Charlie asked.
“A rattan paddle? A whip?”
Chris asked, puzzled.
“Those are for whipping your husband’s buttocks,”
Ida said. “Sometimes you need to punish him, so having something like that is more convenient.”
Chris thought for a moment, “Then I’ll take a rattan paddle.”
“Can I give you a suggestion?”
Ida said.
“Of course, go ahead.”
“If you want to whip him, a leather whip is better. It’s quiet, so you can punish him anytime, even if there are strangers or children in the house. A rattan whip is very loud; the whole block might hear it. Besides, it’s tiring for a woman to use a rattan whip. And listen to me, it feels really cool to wield a leather whip; you feel like a real devil,”
Ida said.
Chris giggled. “I’ll buy them all; I want one of each.”
Charlie packed everything up, including a penis cage, a rattan whip, and a leather whip, and handed them to Chris. Chris took out her credit card and handed it to Charlie. Then she saw Ida looking at the merchandise on the wall by the counter, so she went over.
“Oh my God, what is this?”
Chris exclaimed. “It’s a noose! Are you going to use this to execute someone?”
Ida laughed, while Charlie chuckled.
“Is it possible, girl? No, it’s impossible. But this thing can help you train your husband with extreme humiliation, making him deeply immersed in this lifestyle,”
Ida explained with a smile.
“I don’t understand,”
Cly said.
“Well, sometimes I use this to train my husband. I have a hook installed on the ceiling of my bedroom, and I also have a cast-iron armchair. These heavy, sturdy chairs don’t slip or tip over easily, so they’re safer,”
Ida said.
“Safe? Why are they safe?”
“Well, sometimes when I want my husband to watch me have sex with other men, I first have him stand on that cast-iron armchair, tie his hands and feet with a noose, and then strangle him with one end of a noose. This method excites him, and his penis remains erect. You probably won’t believe it, but he actually came up with this method.”
“Oh my God, I also want to hang Henry like that, helplessly and resignedly watching me have sex with other men,”
Cly said.
“Yes, it’s very exciting. Can I ask you a question?”
Ida asked.
“Of course, ask away.”
“Are you planning to let Henry watch you and James have sex?”
“I don’t know. We’re both still newbies, and I don’t want to overstimulate him,”
Kerry said.
“No. As long as you don’t put the penis cage on him before the party, it won’t be too stimulating for him. As long as you keep him erect, he’ll do anything to please you,”
Ida said.
“She’s right,”
Charlie said, handing the credit card back to Kerry.
Back home, Kerry left the penis cage outside, put everything else away, and waited quietly for her husband to come home from work. She knew he would be late today because some special clients were coming, and he might have to attend several parties in a row. She wondered if he would take the opportunity to do something to betray her.
Several men sat around a table; they were influential figures in the provincial insurance industry. They were all quite drunk and were shamelessly staring at a naked girl on stage, pole dancing and performing sex positions.
"What do you think, gentlemen? Do you think Henry will take that girl?"
asked a well-dressed man in a $3,000 suit.
"The opportunity isn't ripe yet, John,"
a man sitting next to him said obsequiously. "It's definitely not going to work without payment."
"Jerry, I think you're wrong. I think our man can definitely do it. What do you think, Henry? You want us to sign such a big contract, you can't do it without something real. If you can get that girl to give me some more entertaining entertainment, we can consider your contract,"
said John Lawlerson.
"But, Mr. Lawlerson..."
"Call me John, Henry. If you can do it, I'll give you a $1,000 bonus on the spot, how about it?"
"John, my wife..."
"She's not here, Henry. Are you a man who takes orders from his wife?"
Jerry said.
Several men were clamoring for Henry to go on stage and have sex with the girl. Henry, sweating profusely, argued that if he did as they said, he would be going against his wife's wishes. The consequences of her discovering his infidelity were unimaginable.
John pulled out his checkbook. "Okay, Henry, how about I give you $10,000? Just have sex with that girl."
Henry looked at the man, thinking, "He's crazy! That's ten thousand dollars!" Although he and Clarice weren't poor, ten thousand dollars was still a considerable sum. "Um, I…"
Henry stammered.
"Go for it, Henry. We'll watch, let her fuck you. If you do it, I'll give you another five thousand dollars, how about that?"
Michael Strahn said.
“Yes, I’ll add five thousand dollars too,”
Willie Kirkland shouted. “Look, your bonus is already twenty thousand. If you don’t do it, you’ll have nothing. Don’t you want that money?”
“Okay!”
Jerry added. “I’ll add five thousand dollars too, making it twenty-five thousand dollars in total. There’s no risk for you. But if you don’t go and sleep with that girl, you have to suck our penises. Think about it carefully. What do you want to do? Eat our dicks?”
Henry’s pride was greatly hurt. He wavered. Anyway, Kerry wouldn’t know. He kept telling himself. “Fuck you, Jerry! I’ll do it. I want your money. I’m going to sleep with that girl!”
Henry yelled.
Several men immediately applauded and made way for Henry to stand on the platform.
“What’s your name, girl?”
Henry walked up to the girl and asked.
The girl looked at him, seemingly quite interested in him. “My name is Jessica,”
she answered as she continued dancing.
Henry looked at the girl and mouthed to her, so only she would understand what he was saying, while the men couldn't hear him. Soon, the loud music stopped, and another girl came on stage to replace Jessica.
Jessica jumped off the stage, and Henry followed behind her. Just as the girl was about to leave the bar, Henry stopped her and said, "Wait a minute."
She turned to look at him and asked, "What is it, sir?"
"I need an hour of your time,"
he replied.
"Why?"
"Guess?"
"Oh, I see. Do you have a place?"
The other men stood at a distance watching them. "If Henry gives that girl money, he loses,"
Jerry said. The other men nodded in agreement.
"He won't give her money,"
John said. "It's not about the money."
John Lawlerson was a very arrogant man, perhaps because he was a billionaire. But no one doubted his business acumen and ability to navigate the market, so his words were always treated as gospel. He had made some mistakes before, but this gamble seemed promising. He harbored a secret motive: he wanted to possess Henry's wife. He knew how to achieve his goal. He always did this, using force and money to coerce her.
Months ago, after John first met Clee, who accompanied her husband, at a business cocktail party, he had been obsessed with how to get this beautiful and sexy woman into bed. He couldn't shake the thought.
Although he liked Henry and his company, he wouldn't have signed any contracts with them if it weren't for Clee. That night, Clee politely refused John's lewd advances and deliberately avoided dancing with him while he was feigning drunkenness. So, John secretly resolved that if he had the chance to meet her, he would find a way to get his hands on this woman.
As a 35-year-old woman, Clee possessed the sexiness and charm of a mature woman while maintaining the vitality and beauty of a young girl. Her petite and alluring figure, her dark, captivating eyes, her slender waist, and her sexy, full buttocks were all irresistible to men. Her elegant and generous demeanor, warm and appropriate manners, and witty personality were truly rare; she was simply a rare and beautiful woman. "Henry, this lucky guy," John thought to himself, "he's so mismatched with his wife."
At that moment, Henry lay fully clothed on the bed, watching Jessica slowly and seductively undress. "God, she's so beautiful," Henry thought. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a slender figure, full hips, small breasts, and only 19 years old. Henry realized that her promiscuous nightlife hadn't ruined her body or her youth.
She walked towards him, straddled him, and reached out to unzip his pants. Soon, she had stripped him naked, grasped his slightly erect penis, played with it a few times, and then bent down to take the erect shaft into her mouth.
"Oh, this feels so wonderful!"
John, holding a wine glass, stood in the next room, watching Henry and the girl through the one-way glass, inwardly exclaiming in admiration. John. Lawrence smiled to himself, thinking he would make Henry's wife, Clyde, suck his penis in the same way.
Next door, Jessica spat out Henry's penis, rolled over onto the bed, and let Henry straddle her. Henry got up, parted the girl's legs, and lay on top of her, inserting his penis, which she had sucked until it was as hard as an iron rod, into her body, and then slowly began to thrust. After a few minutes, he thrust faster and harder, soon ejaculating into the girl's vagina, then collapsed on top of her like a heavy sack, his body covered in sweat that soaked her skin.
"Oh, you're amazing, my dear cowboy! I came too, I hope you're happy!"
Jessica said.
Henry nodded, too exhausted to speak. His mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, Clyde, imagining what would happen if she discovered his infidelity.
The girl started to get dressed, but she did so slowly because she didn't want Henry to feel that she wanted to leave her quickly. But she did need to leave quickly; her boyfriend was waiting for her at home, and it was indeed too late. That guy was probably drunk again, and he always beat her when he was drunk; she was a little scared. But anyway, she got her revenge on him today, making him a cuckold.
"Thank you, Jessica, it felt so good to make love with you,"
Henry said, watching her quietly close the door and leave.
Two minutes later, John Lawlerson pushed open the door and came in. "Here are the checks, Henry. You won this money. I have to say, I didn't expect you to actually do this, but paying for it to watch you make love with that girl was quite worthwhile."
John said, handing Henry five checks, adding,
"Willie Kirkland is in a bit of a slump tonight; he's lost a lot of money to me, haha..."
With that, John left.
Henry picked up the phone and dialed home. "Hello, honey, it's me... Yes, I can't go home tonight, work isn't finished yet... Yes, yes, my room number is 902, Grand Hyatt Hotel. Yes, yes... First thing tomorrow morning... Yes, yes, I love you, goodbye."
He hung up the phone, wondering how he could have deceived his wife like that. He desperately wanted to run home, kneel before her, and beg for her forgiveness, but he couldn't go back. Henry Calfield was in so much pain that he felt like he had lost himself.
Three days later, Henry Calfield's world completely collapsed.
"Hello, darling, I'm home,"
Henry said, placing his briefcase on the sofa and taking off his coat.
Clyde looked at him expressionlessly, saying nothing, and slammed an envelope on the table.
Henry looked at his wife, then at the envelope, a surge of anxiety rising within him. He picked up the envelope, took out the letter inside, and knew it was all over. His face turned deathly pale.
"Tell me, how do you explain this? I've already consulted with my lawyer and decided to divorce you. Now, I just want to know why you did this, that's all."
She waited silently.
“I…we were all drunk. It was just a bet. Lawrence and a few others…”
“You mean John Lawrence?”
“Yes, you know him…”
“He’s the one who sent these things.”
Clee pointed to the envelope.
Now the matter was clear. Lawrence had set a trap for him; he must have bribed the girl to scheme against him. But Clee wouldn’t listen to any of his explanations now; he was about to be abandoned by her. For the next ten minutes, Henry desperately pleaded his case, hoping she would let him stay, hoping she would forgive him.
“Did Lawrence make this bet? I mean, was he trying to scheme against you?”
Clee asked.
Henry nodded, his eyes fixed on the floor, afraid to look up. If he had looked up, he would have noticed the understanding in Clee’s eyes.
“Look me in the eyes, Henry. I believe you. I know you’ve been set up. Do you remember your company party on July 4th last year?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember me telling you that someone touched me inappropriately and I gave him a piece of my mind?”
“Oh, yes, I remember. What?”
Chris stared intently at Henry, wondering why her husband didn’t understand.
"You mean...him!"
Clyde nodded and said, "He wanted me, so he set a trap for you and used it as leverage to force me into submission. But ironically, he doesn't actually need to do this now, because my husband and I have decided to embrace the cuckold lifestyle. Of course, he won't know what we're thinking. Well, now it's his turn to pay with money, and you pay with your wife's body." "
But, I think..."
"What else do you have to think about? You deceived me, betrayed me, you bastard! Fine, I'll forgive you eventually, because you're a weak and incompetent man, but I still have to punish you. I've said it before, you're not allowed to enter another woman's vagina casually. Now that you've betrayed me, you have to accept my punishment."
"Yes, ma'am,"
Henry replied. Now he felt relaxed, even a little warm, because his wife no longer mentioned divorce.
"Where are the checks? Give them to me."
Henry took the checks out of his briefcase and handed them to his wife. Clyde examined the checks carefully and found that they were not cashable. However, these worthless checks were excellent evidence to help her achieve her plan. John Lawlerson thought he had won, but he would be proven completely wrong, and he would not get what he wanted.
"Alright, you bastard, go and clean the kitchen properly. You should do the housework."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, by the way, come here for a moment."
He obediently went to Clee.
"Kneel down."
He obediently knelt down again.
Clee turned around, sticking out her buttocks, "Take off my skirt and panties. Now, lick my asshole properly! You turtle, lick it properly!"
At this moment, Henry was filled with gratitude and excitement, and he eagerly wanted to lick his wife's asshole properly.
No woman had ever commanded him like Clee Calfield, and Henry had now completely become her slave.
"From now on, my ass-licking husband, when I say 'get to work,' you should know what I want you to do, understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Very good, now go do the housework."
After Henry helped her put her underwear and skirt back on, Clyde picked up the phone and dialed Ida's number. "It's me, Ida. Yes, thank you. I really enjoyed it. Yes, it was very inspiring… His name is John Lawrence… Yes, his number is 5551279… Just tell him that Clyde Calfield gave you this number… Yes, that's great… Thank you a thousand times, Ida!"
Everything was arranged. It'll be very interesting, Clyde thought to herself. Well, maybe it'll be interesting for her, maybe for her little pet dog, but whether it will be interesting for Mr. Lawrence is another story.

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