Date Night With Daphne

The Story So Far: My wife, Mis and I (Jay) live an FLR where she keeps me in chastity and decides how and when we have sex. Recently, she began hanging out with Daphne. We went for dinner at Daphne and her husband Chris’ house and that turned into hours of unplanned escapades where we all played together and Chris fucked my wife. Daphne and my wife have continued to make plans to hang out.

My wife Mis got more and more excited the closer we got to Saturday and her date with Daphne. We were going out to a club for live music and I would be chauffeur and drink-getter while they enjoyed themselves. She invited Daphne over a couple hours early so they could get ready together. I had been locked in my cage for several days so she could get me worked up.

“Guess what, honey,” my wife said. “Daphne wears the same size shoes. She’s going to borrow a pair to wear out tonight. I know how much you love watching me wear the sexy shoes or boots you bought for me. How could it get better than watching me and my friend both wear sexy shoes you bought?” I silently agreed. To feed my fetish, I had invested wildly in a collection of sexy footwear for my wife, so much that I was certain there were several pairs that had never been worn out and about.

“I need to shower and shave. Can you help?” she said. “Of course,” I replied. I started the shower and sat down in the tub. She stepped in the tub, brushing my caged cock ever so slightly with her foot. The water ran down over me and I rubbed her legs with oil and gently began shaving them. Once she was satisfied, I stood up and got the loofah and washed her lovingly. “How does it feel getting me all ready for my girlfriend?” she cooed and gave my balls a tug. My cock was so hard in the cage. We finished with the shower and I got dressed as Daphne was due to arrive shortly.

My wife put on a sexy bra and panty set. “Send Daphne in when she gets here,” and she closed the bedroom door. It was just a moment when there was a knock on the door and there was Daphne, freshly showered herself. She came in smiling, carrying a backpack, gave me a peck on the cheek, and said, “where’s my girlfriend?” I pointed her toward the bedroom and she said, “would you be a dear and get me a drink? Whatever beer you have on hand. Thanks, Jay.” She walked into the bedroom, closed the door behind her, and giggling commenced. I brought back a beer, knocked on the door, and my wife extended out her hand to collect the drink and closed the door again.

I did some cleaning up in the kitchen while they got ready and then Mis called out to me. Daphne walked out into the living room first. She wore a dark red bodysuit with jeans and a sweater but the kicker was my wife’s knee-high black leather platform boots. The boots gave Daphne an extra six inches and she towered above me and looked like an Amazon goddess. Mis came out in a gold hippie dress with cream-colored fishnet stockings covering her legs into her over-the-knee tan block-heeled boots, her makeup, as always, done impeccably to match her ensemble. She was still about six inches shorter than Daphne.

“Honey, we’d like a drink before we go out. Can you take care of that?,” my wife said. I came back with drinks and the two of them were sitting together closely on the couch, throwing off sapphic vibes. I handed them drinks and they barely noticed me as they were so into each other. My wife was playing with Daphne’s hair and Daphne was fondling Mis’ stocking-covered thigh as they smiled at each other. Daphne was carelessly swinging her leg, the supple black leather caressing her calves and I just wanted to be on my knees worshiping at their boots. In order not to be a complete perv just staring at them, I ran out and made sure the car was clean and ready.

When I returned, they were both on their feet, drinks finished, and ready to go out. I escorted them to the car and helped them both in, Daphne towering in her boots. They got into the back seat together and I started the car and we headed off to the club. I kept the music low and they were chatty during the twenty-minute drive. When we arrived, I helped them both out of the car and they immediately elicited some stares from the men in the parking lot.

I paid the cover for the three of us and found a table near the stage where we had a good view of the band. The table was rectangular and had five chairs. I pulled out a couple for the ladies, took note of their drink requests, and headed to the bar. When I came back with the drinks, my wife had positioned their two seats around one corner of the table so the two of them could be close, leaving me clearly on the opposite side of the table.

Once the music started, the club got a bit crowded and there were folks dancing. Mis and Daphne were paying attention to the band, but their hands were out of view under the table and the smiles on their faces gave a hint toward their behavior. I made sure drinks were refreshed through the evening and tried to look as cool as someone can when their wife is sidled up with another beautiful woman in public. I pulled out my phone and took a couple pictures of the band but also surreptitiously snapped a couple shots of Daphne and Mis. Mis caught wind of my sneakiness and smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. Once in a while, one or the other would get up to go to the restroom and all eyes would be on them. When she first came out of the bedroom in the boots, Daphne was teetering but by this point, she owned those platforms.

A couple hours in and after a third round of drinks, the two of them were now making out at the table. It was one of the hottest displays I had ever seen. My wife had me inch my chair a bit closer so they could both use my lap as a footstool while they continued to vibe on each other. The band was wrapping up and my wife asked Daphne if she was ready to go. She nodded and Mis told me to settle the bill and meet them outside. I did so and walked them to the car.

On the drive home, I resumed the music but there was no chattiness in the back seat, just some moans and purrs and only an occasional streetlight provided enough light to see what they were up to. I was actively dripping in my cage but this show was not for my benefit. We got home and I let them inside the house. Daphne said she left her purse in the car and I dutifully ran back to get it. When I got back in the house, the two of them had found their way back to the couch. As if reading my mind, my wife said, “would you like to worship our boots, baby?” I could only nod.

My wife said, “Take off your pants then. I want to see what all this is doing to you.” I undid my pants and dropped them and my underwear to my ankles with my caged cock bobbing for both to see. Daphne smiled and my wife said, “ok, baby, do a good job. Daphne has never had her boots worshiped before.” And with that, I dropped to my knees and began making love to the four booted legs in front of me. They resumed where they had left off at the club with their hands wandering all over each other. “Oh, I can feel his tongue,” Daphne said to my wife. “Isn’t it great? You’d never have thought how sensual it is,” Mis replied.

I lost track of time until my wife snapped me out of my trance and said, “take my boots off, babe.” I straightened myself up, unzipped her boots and took them off, leaving her boot socks and stockings on. “Now Daphne,” she said. I repeated the process but the black boots hugged Daphne’s calves like they were painted on and I massaged them loose. When the first boot came off, her bare foot protruded, with her toes painted a berry pink. I greedily put her toes in my mouth and she cooed. My wife lightly kicked me in my balls and said, “shame on you, greedy boy. You didn’t ask.”

I apologized and asked Daphne if I could worship her feet as I took off her other boot. She said sure and I set to it, taking her toes in my mouth and then licking the length of her soles. Daphne said to my wife, “He’s very good at this.” and Mis said, “yes, he is.” Then she said, “sweetheart, you are going to owe Daphne a pedicure for this favor she is doing you,” With that, she got up and excused herself. I then laid on my back and continued to worship Daphne’s feet and time stood still. I heard my wife return and say, “I got naked,” and I looked over in her direction. She looked at Daphne and said, “Do you want to get naked?” Daphne stood up and immediately began disrobing.

My wife said, “I’d like to sit on my husband’s face. Would you like to tease his caged cock?” Daphne nodded. Mis then stepped on either side of my head and lowered her goddess pussy onto my face. I began licking her, one of my favorite things. Then I felt Daphne position her pussy around my caged cock and she began moving back and forth vigorously. I kept trying to keep up with pleasing my wife as I could just feel Daphne rubbing her clit on the tip of my penis in its cage and her wetness was abundant. I felt like I couldn’t get any harder and between my wife’s luscious pussy and Daphne riding my caged penis, I was ecstatic. She was definitely getting worked up as my wife stood up and said, “here, use his mouth.” Daphne took my wife’s place on my face and I continued licking. She began calling my name and telling me not to stop and she rode my face until she came. She relaxed and put her hands on my chest to steady herself.

Mis said, “why don’t we get more comfortable?” She asked Daphne, “have you ever played with a magic wand?” and Daphne replied that she had not. “Let’s go to the bedroom. Honey, go lie face up on the bed,” my wife said. I got up and did as she asked. She walked in the room, followed by Daphne. “I should blindfold you but you’ve been a good boy.” And with that, she buckled my ankles and wrists in the bed restraints. She motioned for Daphne to sit on one side of me and they kissed a bit while I laid there.

Mis got out her magic wand and asked Daphne if she wanted to see me cum in my cage. Daphne said that sounded fantastic. Mis turned on the wand and held it against my cage. “If we make him cum in the cage, we don’t even have to let him out.” She then stepped up the vibration and began rubbing it all around my cage and balls. Daphne began caressing my chest with her hands and rubbing me sensually while coaxing me verbally that she wanted to see me cum. Mis continued with the wand and the intensity grew. She had made me cum before like this and the rubbing gets more painful while the pleasure sensation grows. She handed off the wand to Daphne who wielded it like a pro and Mis told me my time was running out. Daphne continued to encourage me and I grunted and moaned like an animal, pulling tight against the restraints. I felt so close and it hurt so good and Mis said, “I think you missed your chance, honey. You’re going to have to stay in there until the next time Daphne comes over and we’ll try again to show her how this works.” My cock was so sore and I felt defeated, knowing that it would be bruised and blistered by morning.

The ladies kissed again as I lay there, exhausted. Daphne’s ass was just to the right of my face and I asked her if I could kiss it. She replied “sure” and she turned and spread her ass cheeks so that my face was enveloped in her beautiful ass. I kissed and licked as I heard her start playing with Mis’ pussy. Both women were moaning and then I heard my wife’s cries become louder and more desperate as Daphne worked whatever magic she was working down there. Daphne was purring from the ass worship and I heard her deliver Mis to a bed-shaking orgasm. They both laid there holding each other on top of me.

“Oh, it’s almost 2. I have to run home. Chris has work in the morning.” Daphne leaned over and kissed Mis. “Thank you for a wonderful time.”

“Where does the time go with you? You are so sexy,” my wife returned her kiss. “Hold on, I have to pee. Honey, go lay down in the tub. Come watch.” My wife began to undo the restraints. We’ve dabbled in pee play but never in front of an audience before. Mis stepped in the tub, stood over me, and aimed a stream of piss into my open mouth, occasionally hitting my neck and chest as Daphne giggled. Mis turned to Daphne and said, “you have a bit of a drive, do you need to go first?” Without a word, Daphne, still giggling, switched places with my wife and let out a little stream as she and my wife continued to make out. She stepped out and said, “thanks for a wonderful night, Jay.”

Mis said, “I’ll help you get dressed and see you out. Oh, by the way, I’m going to let you take the other key home. You can decide when he gets out next. Honey, get washed up.” And with that, Daphne squealed a little and she was gone.

After showering, I wandered back into the bedroom where my wife was waiting. She kissed me and said, “wasn’t this a magical night? Daphne took the boots home with her. She wants to take a few pictures wearing them and maybe even wear them for Chris and get them messy. Of course, you’ll need to clean them when she brings them back.”

She reached down and began caressing my balls and caged cock with her long nails. “Thursday, after work, you can take both of us for pedicures. Some dinner after and then I want to go lingerie shopping. We want to pick some things out to wear for each other. Maybe we’ll let Chris see us in them. After, you can drop us off at her house and it will be Chris’ turn to play. That’s okay, right?”

I smiled at her, still basking in the glow of it all as my sore dick throbbed in its cage. She leaned over and kissed me again as we got under the covers. “I love you, baby. I love this. I am having so much fun with Daphne. I don’t think I want it to stop. You’re okay with that, right?”

I nodded and she nuzzled me into her breasts. I took them in my mouth and softly worshiped them as we both drifted off to sleep.