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Mark had always been the picture-perfect husband. At 38, he held a high-paying executive position at a downtown marketing firm, complete with a sleek corner office overlooking the city skyline. His charming smile, sharp jawline, and tailored suits turned heads in boardrooms and at neighborhood barbecues alike. Elena, his wife of twelve years, was the ultimate trophy—35 years old, with long raven hair cascading down her back, piercing green eyes, full DD-cup breasts that strained against any blouse, and a round, firm ass that swayed sexily with every step. She worked as a real estate agent, often closing deals over expensive lunches while men stared at her cleavage. She always enjoyed the attention, but never stepped out on her marriage. Their suburban home was a spacious two-story haven with a luxurious master bedroom featuring a king-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and a massive walk-in shower where steam often lingered after their passionate nights.

But perfection cracked wide open on that rainy Tuesday afternoon. Elena had left work several hours early after a canceled showing, her designer heels clicking softly on the hardwood floors as she entered the house. The moans hit her first—deep, guttural, unmistakably Mark's. She climbed the stairs quietly, heart pounding, and pushed open the bedroom door. There he was: buried balls-deep in his 24-year-old secretary, Sarah. Sarah's tight young pussy was stretched around Mark's thick 7-inch cock, her perky tits bouncing as he slammed into her from behind, gripping her hips with white-knuckled intensity. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with Sarah's high-pitched whimpers and Mark's grunts of "Fuck, your cunt is so tight."

Elena screamed. Not a short one, but a piercing wail that shattered the illusion of their perfect life. Sarah scrambled off the bed, her juices already leaking down her thighs, grabbing her clothes in a panic and fleeing half-dressed down the stairs. Elena let her go, she’d deal with her later. Mark dropped to his knees on the soaked sheets, his erection deflating instantly, begging for forgiveness. "Elena, baby, please—it's nothing, just stress relief. I love you. I'll never—"

She didn't scream for long. Her eyes hardened into something fierce and calculating, a dark hunger flashing behind the initial rage. "You want to fuck around?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous. She grabbed him by the ear, nails digging in painfully, and dragged him across the room to their bedroom drawer, her mind flashing back to times when they role played. "Fine. But from now on, your dick belongs to me." From the back of the drawer, she pulled out a sleek pink chastity cage she'd ordered online months ago as a silly anniversary joke after reading some erotic fiction. The device was small, curved, with a tight ring for his balls and a ventilated tube for his shaft. Now it wasn't funny. It was control.

Mark protested, his voice trembling as she grabbed him by the balls. "Elena, no, please—this is insane. We can go to therapy!" But her grip on his balls was iron. She squeezed until he gasped, twisting just enough to make his knees buckle. The click of the lock echoed like a prison gate slamming shut. His cock, still slick with Sarah's juices, was forced into the confines, the plastic pressing uncomfortably against his softening flesh. "No more pussy for you. No stroking. Nothing. Until I say so." She dangled the key on a silver chain around her neck, nestling it between her cleavage. "This is your new life, cheater."

The first weeks were absolute torture. Every morning, Mark woke up with his cock straining desperately against the unyielding pink prison, unable to cum, the pressure built more each day. Pre-cum leaked constantly, forming sticky puddles in his underwear throughout the day as he saw the sexy women surrounding him at work and he thought about Elena's curves—those heavy breasts with their sensitive pink nipples, her shaved pussy with its plump lips that used to grip him so perfectly. At breakfast, she'd parade around in sheer silk robes that clung to her body, bending over to pour coffee so her ass cheeks peeked out. "See something you like?" she'd tease, her fingers tracing the cage through his pants, pressing the tube until he winced. "Beg all you want, Mark. This is your punishment for sticking your dick in that little slut and god knows how many others."

Evenings were worse. Most nights, neither of them wore clothes once they were in for the night, tormenting him with arousal. She'd often

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