"You're not seriously going to do this, are you?" Mark's voice trembled as he watched his wife, Lisa, slip into a dangerously short skirt and a top that barely covered her ample breasts.Lisa turned to him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I'm definitely doing this. And you're going to watch, just like we agreed." She walked over to where Mark sat, hands tied to the chair, a metal chastity device locked around his manhood. "Remember, if I get pregnant tonight, that thing comes off... permanently."Mark swallowed hard, his eyes darting between the key to his chastity cage hanging from a chain around Lisa's neck and the door that would soon bring in men who were not him. The thought of being castrated was terrifying, but so was the idea of his wife with other men. Especially in their own home."Why are you doing this to me?" he whispered, more to himself than to her.Lisa leaned down, her face inches from his. "Because you love it," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "And because I deserve to have some fun. You can't give me what I need, Mark. Not anymore."The doorbell rang, making Mark flinch. Lisa straightened up, her smile broadening. "That must be the first one. Let's see how many show up tonight."She sauntered to the door, hips swaying provocatively, and Mark couldn't help but watch. He hated himself for it, but part of him was undeniably aroused by the situation. Lisa opened the door, and a tall man with broad shoulders stepped in. He looked rough, his jeans and t-shirt worn and stained, his beard unkempt."Hey there, sugar," Lisa greeted him, her voice dripping with honey. "You ready for a good time?"The man grinned, his eyes raking over Lisa's body. "Oh, I'm ready alright. Lead the way."Lisa led him into the living room where Mark was still bound, her hand trailing suggestively along the man's arm. "This is my husband, Mark. He's going to watch us tonight. Aren't you, Mark?"Mark nodded, feeling a mix of humiliation and excitement. He watched as Lisa kissed the man, a deep, passionate kiss that left no doubt about their intentions. When they broke apart, Lisa turned to Mark, her eyes gleaming with mischief."You know what's going to happen next, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.Mark nodded again, his throat dry."Good," Lisa purred. "Because you're going to clean me up afterwards. Every last drop."With that, she pulled the man towards their bedroom, leaving Mark to listen to the sounds of their pleasure. His heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of fear and arousal. This was the ultimate test of his submission, and he wasn't sure he could handle it. But as the moans began to filter through from the bedroom, he knew he had no choice. Lisa had him exactly where she wanted him, and tonight, he would witness her debauchery firsthand.

Lisa dressed provocatively and agreed to have sex with other men while Mark watched, bound and wearing a chastity cage. The first man arrived, and Lisa led him to the bedroom where they had sex. Mark, unable to do anything but watch, felt a mix of emotions including fear and arousal.

"You're not seriously going to do this, are you?" Mark's voice trembled as he watched his wife, Lisa, slip into a dangerously short skirt and a top that barely covered her ample breasts.

Lisa turned to him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I'm definitely doing this. And you're going to watch, just like we agreed." She walked over to where Mark sat, hands tied to the chair, a metal chastity device locked around his manhood. "Remember, if I get pregnant tonight, that thing comes off... permanently."

Mark swallowed hard, his eyes darting between the key to his chastity cage hanging from a chain around Lisa's neck and the door that would soon bring in men who were not him. The thought of being castrated was terrifying, but so was the idea of his wife with other men. Especially in their own home.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he whispered, more to himself than to her.

Lisa leaned down, her face inches from his. "Because you love it," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "And because I deserve to have some fun. You can't give me what I need, Mark. Not anymore."

The doorbell rang, making Mark flinch. Lisa straightened up, her smile broadening. "That must be the first one. Let's see how many show up tonight."

She sauntered to the door, hips swaying provocatively, and Mark couldn't help but watch. He hated himself for it, but part of him was undeniably aroused by the situation. Lisa opened the door, and a tall man with broad shoulders stepped in. He looked rough, his jeans and t-shirt worn and stained, his beard unkempt.

"Hey there, sugar," Lisa greeted him, her voice dripping with honey. "You ready for a good time?"

The man grinned, his eyes raking over Lisa's body. "Oh, I'm ready alright. Lead the way."

Lisa led him into the living room where Mark was still bound, her hand trailing suggestively along the man's arm. "This is my husband, Mark. He's going to watch us tonight. Aren't you, Mark?"

Mark nodded, feeling a mix of humiliation and excitement. He watched as Lisa kissed the man, a deep, passionate kiss that left no doubt about their intentions. When they broke apart, Lisa turned to Mark, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You know what's going to happen next, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

Mark nodded again, his throat dry.

"Good," Lisa purred. "Because you're going to clean me up afterwards. Every last drop."

With that, she pulled the man towards their bedroom, leaving Mark to listen to the sounds of their pleasure. His heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of fear and arousal. This was the ultimate test of his submission, and he wasn't sure he could handle it. But as the moans began to filter through from the bedroom, he knew he had no choice. Lisa had him exactly where she wanted him, and tonight, he would witness her debauchery firsthand.

Wife Cuckolds Husband in chastity with many men. Makes him eat the cum from her lovers from her pussy. Tells him if she gets pregnant, husband will be castrated 

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