Interlewd 2

  It would be the last night with Lila, so we decided to make it memorable. How? By torturing my darling of course!

  Okay, it was all voluntary and consensual, but still, my poor husband looked on the verge of snapping.

  And then I made it worse by telling Lila to go in first wearing nothing but a t-shirt with that quite long and realistic strapon of hers. I used her augs to watch while waiting nearby. “Hey Robin, you alright?”

  “I’m fucking fine… Where’s Louis?” He said, twitchy and constantly looking at the phallic attachment between Lila’s legs. The chastity cage had been on for days, and without the ‘tension release’ box and with only my perfect edging tool that he’d been wearing constantly, the poor man was going a bit nuts.

  “Oh, he’s just held up, he’ll be here soon, I’m sure.” Lila said, sitting on a comfortable chair next to the bed. I could tell she was already breathing a bit harder, getting excited.

  “Fucking fine…” Robin answered, turning his head away. His leg bounced up and down, chest rocking back and forth slightly. Seeing him this desperate for me felt… I had no idea how to describe it.

  I loved that my husband wanted me, needed me, that I was sexy in his eyes, that I made him excited. I didn’t really love my looks in general, and it had been getting better, but he always saw me as attractive.

  It was something I heard straight men struggled with, that they wanted their spouse to see them as attractive and let them know, but my husband always let me know. He told me in how he moved, smiled, reacted, flirted, everything. That is, on top of the actual words. He wanted me, needed me…

  Also, seeing him squirm this much, desperate for me, on the verge of losing it, it did things to me. Knowing that the moment we started, he’d lose himself to the madness. The wait, the buildup, it was worth it.

  Even then, with how much he needed release, I could tell he wouldn’t touch Lila for a week without me there. Robin was a good husband, faithful in our own way. Even with how desperate he felt, the thought of doing anything without me never entered his mind. Oh, he’d masturbate, no question about that, but no one else would touch him unless I did.

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  “Man, it’s hot in here…” Lila claimed before taking her shirt off, showcasing her quite beautiful naked chest. Robin didn’t even look. “You know, it’s odd to really feel it. I mean, it even hardens like the real thing…” She continued, starting to gently play with her artificial genitals.

  “Fuck you…”

  “Not yet.” The answer came with a cruel smile and some more active teasing of herself. The member even had foreskin, which she peeled back to start playing with the head. “Man, never knew how sensitive those were…” She looked down at the quite large thing between her legs and when her gaze went back up, Robin glared murder at her.

  “Not. Funny.” He said, one hand shaking slightly, but Lila ignored him. She started fondling her breasts and playing with her hardening member. Sitting in Lila’s bedroom, close enough to come in whenever I wanted, I heard her low moans over the connection.

  Then, Robin called me. Impatient, eh? “What’s up lo–”

  “Where the fuck are you!?” O-kay, I was testing his patience.

  “I’m close. Hey, if you want, I wouldn’t mind you giving Lila some oral while I watch through her augs…”

  “No.” That answer kind of surprised me. I’d come up with the idea on the spot, but it did sound interesting.

  “Oh?”

  “We made rules, they’re simple so we can remember no matter how drunk, high or horny either of us are. I’m not changing them while I’m not all there, so get your mother fucking ass in here!”

  That… I felt a pang in my heart at the devotion in his voice. Then, I felt like an asshole.

  I got up and went straight for our room. Both apartments were connected by a door between them, so it took seconds. As I opened the door, I threw him a bone. “How about this, the moment she comes from a blowjob, we both take care of you.”

  “Holy shi–!” Lila cutoff as Robin somehow moved out of the bed and downed the entire fucking toy to the base in a couple seconds! “How th–” She cut off again as my husband shot his hand straight for her natural genitals and started fingering with the expertise of experience.

  “Jesus…” I looked on with wide eyes and widening crotch. He moved that fake member up and down his throat with such intensity, I’d have called it face-fucking if it wasn’t all his doing.

  I could see him tremble and shudder, not from his gag reflex which I knew had been gone for a while, but with pleasure. I think he might’ve cum just a bit.

  No need to worry about suffocation since it took less than thirty seconds for him to make Lila finish. That dildo put out a lot of fake cum, one of the features, but he swallowed most of it.

  He slowly extracted the massive dildo from his throat, and when it was out, he took out the toy I bought and threw it at the wall with all his strength! He then turned to me, eyes wild, cage leaking and the lower half of his face slathered with spit and fake semen.

  “Fuck. Me. NOW!”

  “Yes dear!”