The cuckold expats 3: On all fours
This is chapter 3 of my first story about cuckolding and denial. You can find chapter 1 and chapter 2 here. I will try to post a new chapter every week or so.
Synopsis: Chris has a long standing fantasy for his partner Aya to cuck him. As they head for a 6 month assignment in Mauritius, she decides to do it, but on her terms. She will cuck him but not tell him who it is. And every time the bull gets something sexual, he looses it, in a slow and loving descent into denial and humiliation.
Chapter 3: On all fours
The daily rhythm on the island settled into a sun-soaked, easy pace that only amplified the erotic charge between Aya and Chris. With the harbor turnaround running more smoothly, Chris no longer faced endless overtime. He kept reasonable hours most days, leaving plenty of time for shared moments. Morning coffee on the terrace, afternoon swims in the shared pool, and quiet evenings exploring the island together. Yet the black cage remained locked around him 24/7, except for the brief, carefully controlled unlocks Aya allowed. The constant pressure of the device served as an unrelenting reminder of his new reality: denied, aching, and perpetually horny while his wife explored her freedom.
Chris’s mind rarely rested. Even during calm meetings or casual chats with neighbors, the cage shifted with every movement, sending fresh waves of frustrated arousal through him. He stayed locked for days at a time, his cock throbbing uselessly against the rigid plastic. The denial sharpened everything—his love for Aya, his jealousy, and the strange joy of watching her bloom. He found himself studying the men in the compound more intently than ever. Could it be Marcus with the intense eyes and powerful build, or possibly even Thomas, the chiseled British expat from the couple next door, or David, the older British expat he shared rum with on Thursday evenings. The uncertainty gnawed at him constantly, blending fear with an almost unbearable level of lust.
Aya thrived in her temporary paradise. Her yoga sessions sculpted her graceful curves even further, her stand-up paddleboarding outings left her glowing with health, and her French lessons brought a new spark to her smile. She had six full months to focus on herself, and she intended to make the most of every second, including her deepening sexual liberation.
Her secret encounters with her lover had grown frequent and intense. One humid afternoon, while Chris attended a standard project review at the harbor, Aya slipped over to her lover’s place. They barely made it past the living room. He had her bent over the back of the couch, sundress hiked up around her waist, the open balcony doors letting the warm breeze drift in. His thick cock slammed into her soaked pussy from behind with powerful, rhythmic strokes.
“God, yes—fuck me harder,” Aya moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His thickness stretched her perfectly, the upward curve dragging against her most sensitive spots and sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She cried out as he gripped her hips, pounding deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing. He reached around to rub her clit, and she came hard, her walls clenching around him as her juices dripped down her thighs.
Unbeknownst to them, Emma and Thomas had stepped onto their adjacent terrace for a late lunch. The sounds carried clearly through the open balcony doors. Emma froze mid-sip, then carefully peeked across to their neighbor. Her eyes widened at the sight of Aya’s unmistakable ash-brown hair and their tall, muscular neighbor driving into her with dominant force. Thomas joined her quietly, and they watched in stunned silence as her lover flipped Aya onto her back on the couch, lifted her legs high, and drove even deeper, her firm E-cup breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust.
“He’s really giving it to her,” Thomas whispered, his voice thick with a mix of shock and arousal.
Emma nodded, biting her lip with arousal, but quickly realizing the implications. “But they seem so happy together, Aya and Chris,” she whispered. “Why would she cheat? They’re always affectionate in public, laughing, touching. Chris looks at her like she’s the center of his world, and it’s not like he is hard to look at either… Do you think they might be swinging? Or some kind of open relationship? It’s very modern, I guess.”
The couple exchanged heated glances, the scene stirring something new in their own dynamic. They slipped back inside quietly, but the image lingered with them, planting seeds of curiosity and intrigue about the young couple next door…
That evening, Aya returned home flushed and radiant. She found Chris relaxing on the couch and pulled him straight to the bedroom, kissing him deeply so he could taste the faint remnants of her afternoon on her lips.
“He fucked me so good today,” she whispered, recounting every explicit detail while slowly undressing. “I worshipped him with my mouth until he couldn’t take it anymore. He bent me over the couch with the balcony doors wide open. His thick cock stretched me perfectly, hitting that spot that makes me shake. I came so hard I nearly screamed loud enough for the whole compound to hear.” Her voice stayed low and teasing as she described how he had flipped her, pounded her missionary, and finally came deep inside her while they kissed passionately.
Chris’s cage strained painfully, the hard shell digging in as his denied cock tried to swell. The combination of her vivid storytelling and their romantic kissing only heightened his torment.
She undressed Chris and pushed him to the floor, kneeling. “Taste my pussy,” she commanded as she stood above him and guided his head to her pussy. “This is his now… just his… Can you taste him? Taste how he owned me earlier? Came in your woman’s pussy like he owns it. His cum, almost constantly inside me, only held in check by the birth control pills he controls as well… Do you remember how I taste without him? I hope so, because I have decided it will remain that. A memory. From now on you only get to taste us. Him and me, when my pussy is freshly fucked. Never me alone. And I really love how good you are at licking my pussy. I could never go without that, so I guess we should make sure that I’m always freshly fucked so you can make me orgasm…” “Maybe that’s a new task for you. To always remind me to make time for my lover to fuck me like you can’t anymore. Oh fuck, I love that thought…”
Aya came in a short, intense scream while gripping Chris’ hair so tight she almost pulled it out.
“I need to feel you inside me.” She continued as she came down from her orgasm. “Would you like that? To get out of your cage and take me?” She took half a step back and prodded his cage and balls with her right foot, the key dangling from the gold chain on her ankle. “Unlock yourself…”
He wasted no time grabbing the key and gently pulling her ankle down to align it with the lock on his cage. She quickly pulled it back and gave his balls a light kick. She grinned at the surprise on his face as he looked up in horror at this new thing, but quickly resigned and offered her ankle again for him to unlock.
“My pussy and my mouth are his, but my ass is still unclaimed,” she purred as his cock sprang free from the confines of the now unlocked cage. “Keep the ring on, but turn it upside down so the lock insert is below your balls. It can be your cock-ring today. Maybe it will give you a bit of extra girth, and close the gap to what I’m used to just a little bit…”
“Now go clean up and find the lube…”
She had positioned herself on all fours on the bed when he got back. “Lube me up with your fingers, but remember not to touch his pussy. He wouldn’t be happy about that.” He gently lubed her up, first with one finger, then two, while stealing glances at her beautiful but forbidden pussy. What a twist of fate. Her pussy being the forbidden hole. Not the ass. “Enough, give me your dick! Take me!” she interrupted his trail of thoughts as he quickly applied the lube to his dick and lined up behind her.
Aya moaned as he applied pressure and slowly entered her. She had always been into anal, and always able to take him without much preparation. “Yesss,” she hissed as he entered her. He inserted himself fully and paused for only a few seconds before starting to rhythmically fuck her. It felt glorious. To finally feel in control again, to fuck her, to take her. To feel his wife around his cock. It felt glorious, but also oddly intense. She felt tight around him and it was such an intense feeling. “Grab my hair. Fuck me harder,” she moaned, and he did. The quickened pace quickly took him closer to the edge. Why was it so intense? Was it the cock ring? …The condom! It was the first time without the numbing condom. The thought of taking her bare pushed him even closer. “Yess,” she moaned again. “You think my tight hole can fit my lover’s big cock? Are you ready to lose this as well?” The thought pushed him over the edge. He tried to pace himself but she immediately noticed and pushed back. “More. Give it to me!” She screamed as he surrendered to his orgasm…
“Hey!” She scolded him. “You weren’t allowed to cum yet! It’s only been like a minute! I wasn’t nearly done with you! You were supposed to ravage me! To show me your prowess…” She paused and then laughed a little. “I guess it’s good you are not my primary lover anymore… I can’t wait to tell him about this. He might want to show me how it’s done for real…”
The humiliation and the put-down hit him like a wall. She noticed it immediately and feared she had gone too far… That this would make him want to stop it all. She quickly changed her tone and pulled him down to hug him and stroke his hair. “I love you so much. You will always be the only man who really matters to me. Remember that… You are so strong. The strongest man I know…” He kissed her. He was alright. He had to be. She had so many plans for them. This couldn’t stop here. Not for him. Not for her…
Chris lay on the bed afterward, still breathing hard. His mind drifted back to Marcus — that intense stare from the first day, the smug little correction about cybersecurity at the pool. But Liam had also been very forward at the pool party… The uncertainty was exhausting. He pushed the thoughts down, not wanting to spiral too early.
A few days later, still riding the emotional high of their intimate night, Aya felt bolder than ever. The contrast between Chris’s sweet, quick surrender and the raw dominance she experienced with her lover had left her craving more. That same morning, while Chris was at the harbor, she went to her lover’s apartment with one clear intention: to surrender the very last part of her body that still belonged exclusively to her husband.
He prepared her patiently with plenty of lube and gentle fingers, then eased his thick cock into her tightest hole. She hadn’t told him about her last anal encounter with Chris, as she had told him she would. That was for them alone. No reason to include a third in that part of their dynamic. At least for now.
Aya gasped at the intense stretch, the burning fullness gradually giving way to deep, forbidden waves of pleasure as he filled her completely.
“Oh fuck… it’s so much,” she moaned, pushing back until his hips pressed flush against her ass. He took her slowly at first, then built to a steady, dominating rhythm, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. Aya came hard. The sensation of being utterly claimed pushing her into a shattering orgasm. When he finally pulled out and came across her back in thick ropes, the last remaining penetration privilege with Chris had fallen. Handjobs were now all that remained for him.
That same day, Aya decided to tighten the denial game further. Knowing her lover was tech-savvy, she asked him to help install strict blocks on their WiFi router and computer, restricting all porn and nudity. She also had him instruct her on how to set up parental controls on Chris’ phone and iPad when he came home. “From now on, the only sex or naked bodies you get to see are the ones I decide to show you,” she told him sweetly as she set up the parental controls with an ease that surprised Chris. She kissed him to seal the deal. Chris’ body shook with a potent mix of humiliation and arousal as he was now denied yet another sexual pleasure. The continued deeper levels of denial made every day even more intense.
“Good boy. I think you deserve a treat for losing yet another privilege. So how about I show you a sexy video clip of me getting fucked? I promise it will be a really special one. You will love it. Don’t you want to see your wife getting pleased?”
He looked like he was ready to pop and cum instantly. The perfect time to introduce a new rule, she had been planning…
“I have been thinking… I have touched and stroked my lover’s beautiful big dick a lot already… He really enjoys seeing my hands and mouth on it. Controlling and directing me… So really, handjobs should be off limits to you, right? On the other hand, I can’t just let you stroke yourself as you please like a real man in control of his own pleasure. Because that’s not you anymore. At least not on this island. So I have decided that you will keep getting handjobs, but they will have to be as opposite from what I give to my lover as possible. So we can justify giving you some pleasure.
“Our new rule is that your unlocked dick stays completely out of sight for you…” she said with a wicked, loving smile.
“I want you to forget how it even looks without its cage. My lover’s cock is free and powerful. Yours is not.”
She positioned him on all fours on the bed, facing the headboard. “Look forward. No touching yourself or even looking when I unlock you…” She left the room momentarily with him on all fours, and came back with a small plate, a black latex glove and her phone. She found a video and placed the phone in front of him, ready to press play. Then she placed the plate between his legs and put on the glove on her right hand.
“From now on, you only cum to watching or hearing about me having sex, while I stroke you with my gloved hand. Just like if there was a condom between us, as you are used to. He gets my hand bare, so you will have to make do with latex between us. And you only come with your dick behind you, pointing down. Not in front of you, pointing up or out like a man in control. And if you don’t cum before my video or story is over, you don’t cum at all… So I wouldn’t hold back if I was you…” she said grinning.
“This video is 2 minutes long. Two glorious minutes of a chance to cum while watching your wife get pleasured. Aren’t you lucky today?” She unlocked her anklet with his key and inserted the key in his lock.
“Are you ready?” She asked rhetorically as she pressed play on her phone and immediately after twisted the key and pulled out the cylinder lock from his cage.
His dick immediately pushed out of the cage as his shaft grew and added distance between the cage ring and cage, now just sitting loosely on the head of his quickly growing dick.
The video came to life, showing her riding her lover reverse cowgirl, breasts bouncing, face visible but his identity obscured. She reached down and removed the cage with her right hand and lubed up her fingers with the copious amounts of precum already leaking out from him.
Chris focused on her intense moaning and bouncing on the video, realizing that this was the first time he had seen her having sex with someone else. It was beyond hot, humiliating and humbling. Such an incredible rush of mixed feelings, amplified by her gentle grip, as she wrapped her fingers around his aching cock and started stroking.
“Listen to us fucking,” she purred, stroking him firmly at first. “He had me moaning on that couch today… slamming into me so deep I saw stars.” Her hand matched the rhythm of her words, speeding up a bit. Chris panted, hips twitching, the denied weeks making him desperate. The feeling of her hand stroking his cock, out of his control, was intense. Way more intense than he remembered. Like his sensitivity had been turned up several notches.
As he quickly approached the edge, she lightened her grip dramatically—to just two teasing fingers gliding along the underside.
The video cut to black, but quickly shifted to a new scene of him fucking her from behind. It seemed like normal doggy style at first. But then he noticed the angle. It was anal sex. His last privilege removed. Aya felt his realization as he stiffened. “He felt so big in my ass. And he lasted much longer than you did… Now handjobs are really all you get…”
The intense sensation coupled with the new intensity and consequence in the video sent him right back to the edge. “Give it to me…” she almost moaned in his ear, instantly bringing him to an intense orgasm, as she continued her light two-finger stroking for the last 20 seconds until the video stopped, almost overstimulating him.
“Good boy,” she purred, looking down at the plate full of cum, considering if she should push him even further today. She decided not to.
“You lasted one and a half minutes…” she continued. “Not exactly the performance you look for in a man… but don’t get used to it. I’m not sure the video clips will continue to be that long… now stay here, and don’t move.” She said as she removed the plate and fetched a small bowl with lukewarm water and a wet cloth. “Let’s get you cleaned up before the cage goes back on.” While she was careful, it was still almost torture for Chris having his post-orgasm dick washed, and it quickly softened and shrank from her work, so it was no issue getting the cage back on when she was finished.
This ritual became their new normal. Every two or three days, she milked him from behind while feeding him explicit stories or videos, encouraging him to cum quickly before the video or story, which slowly decreased in length, ended. If he couldn’t finish in time, the session ended with him aching and denied once more.
The conditioning built slowly, though she hadn’t yet explained its full purpose.
The Thursday rum sessions with David had started feeling heavier lately. The older British expat’s calm, steady confidence and the way he casually asked about Aya’s French lessons or how she was enjoying her free time now seemed loaded. Chris found himself wondering if Aya might have a thing for older guys. It wouldn’t be a stretch — she had always responded well to authority and mature, intelligent conversation. David had plenty of both. What if the quiet, experienced man Chris was starting to think of as a friend — his closest friend on the island — was the one fucking his wife? The thought made his stomach drop. Aya would probably get a huge kick out of knowing that every Thursday night Chris was casually drinking rum with her bull, completely oblivious, while she was getting fucked “behind his back” in the most literal sense. If it was David, that would also mean she had lied about him picking her up after French class. Would she really do that just to deepen the mindfuck? Maybe… And the humiliation would be complete if Aya had told David how he was now getting his orgasms. David could probably take control in ways Chris never had, making Aya lose herself completely.
Chris’s cage strained painfully as humiliation and arousal battled inside him. The idea that even his budding friendship might be a part of Aya’s special flavor of cuckolding only deepened the agonizing angst and uncertainty.