<p>Click here to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="69660851" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“How do I look?” Katie asked as she put her hands on her hips and struck a pose.</p><p>“You look incredible,” Rowen said as he felt a slight stirring between his legs.</p><p>Katie was still in the tight, low cut red wrap top and white skirt and she looked amazing. She was flaunting her body for the first time in years and Rowen felt a mixture of pride, desire, and frustration thanks to the chastity cage that imprisoned his cock.</p><p>She walked towards him with an exaggerated sway in her hips and pressed her body against his as Rowen admired how spectacularly perky her big breasts looked in the top. Katie reached between his legs to squeeze his locked up dick before looking up and kissing him.</p><p>She moaned into his mouth and continued to play with his locked up dick and there was something about doing it in the parking lot that Rowen found intensely arousing.</p><p>“Are you ready for this?” Katie asked.</p><p>“Of course,” Rowen said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”</p><p>“Men are going to stare, Rowen. Even if I’m on your arm they’re going to stare. They’re going to stare at my tits and my ass. They’re going to stare at my legs. They’re going to imagine taking me to the bathroom and bending me over the sink to fuck me while they play with my tits. They’re going to imagine bringing me to their cars for a wet, sloppy blowjob. They’re going to imagine using me for their pleasure,” Katie explained.</p><p>“Jesus, Katie,” Rowen said.</p><p>“Am I wrong?” she asked with a smile. “Isn’t that what men think about? Isn’t that what you’re thinking about? Wouldn’t you give anything for me to unlock your cock and take you back to the car to suck you off?”</p><p>“Yes,” he answered. Of course he would have enjoyed that. Of course her revealing outfit made him want that even more. Of course it did.</p><p>“It’s a shame you’re locked up,” Katie said. “It’s a shame I left the key at home, too. I could take you to the car right now. I could suck your cock and swallow your cum like a good wife should, right Rowen?”</p><p>Rowen’s last blowjob in the car had happened so long ago he couldn’t really remember it, but he could certainly imagine what it would feel like and of course it would have been intensely pleasurable. There was always something so thrillingly naughty about his wife being willing to blow him in the car.</p><p>“Are you ready to go inside?” Katie asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Rowen answered as the ache from his chastity cage spread.</p><p>“You know, I kind of like this cage. I can tease you all I want and you don’t get an unsightly boner,” she added before taking his hand and heading towards the door.</p><p>Katie walked in with a sense of purpose and most eyes turned towards her. Rowen watched his wife’s ass for a few moments but eventually he turned his gaze to see what everyone else was looking at. Most of the men were staring at Katie’s breasts. Of course they were. She’d done everything she could to make them look spectacular and she’d unquestionably succeeded.</p><p>Rowen noticed more than a few dirty looks from some of the women in the bar. That didn’t feel surprising either. Katie looked good enough to draw attention away from almost every other woman in the bar, including from more than a few men with rings on their fingers.</p><p>She dragged him to a booth, gestured for Rowen to sit before her, and then slid in next to him. Her hand immediately found its way between his legs and again she began to massage his locked up cock.</p><p>“Katie, please,” Rowen said.</p><p>“What’s wrong, sweetie? You used to love it when I’d play with your cock in public. It used to get you all horny for me and then you’d take me home and fuck my brains out. You remember those days, don’t you? You remember how hard you used to fuck me, don’t you?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, I remember,” Rowen said. He was in better shape in those days. His dick got harder and he had the stamina to last a lot longer. Those days had passed. “I still like you playing with my dick in public.”</p><p>“Then what’s the problem?” Katie asked with a knowing smile.</p><p>“It hurts,” he said. “My dick fucking hurts when you play with it in the cage. You know it, too. You know it fucking hurts.”</p><p>“Just think of how much fun you’d be having if you weren’t locked up. I’d be playing with your dick. You’d be playing with my pussy in this skimpy skirt I’m wearing. You’d get me all turned on and I’d just have to have you. Hell, we might run out on our bill because I was so desperate for your dick,” Katie said.</p><p>A waitress in denim shorts, boots, and a tight tank top sauntered over, placed two cocktail napkins on the table and asked, “Can I get you two anything?”</p><p>“My man will have a beer – whatever you have on tap is fine – and I’ll have a whiskey. Neat, please,” Katie answered.</p><p>The waitress smiled and said, “I’ll be right back with those.”</p><p>“I’m sorry, Katie,” Rowen said.</p><p>“For what, darling?” she asked.</p><p>Rowen groaned as she continued to play with his imprisoned cock. The pain wasn’t significant enough that he absolutely needed it to go away, but there was something decidedly unpleasant about feeling desperately aroused without any hope of getting an erection.</p><p>“I’m sorry for criticizing your clothing choices. I’m sorry for acting like the decline in our sex life was your fault. I’m sorry for being so selfish,” he said.</p><p>“You should be,” Katie said. “But I’ve forgiven you and now I’m going to punish you. I appreciate the apology, but you’re not coming out of your cage until I say your punishment is over. Do you understand?”</p><p>Rowen felt a deeply frustrated, but Katie had skillfully maneuvered him into a situation he couldn’t really escape from. Even if he found a way out of the cage she’d made a credible threat of divorce, which was a far worse fate than being locked up for a little while.</p><p>Katie released his cock as the waitress returned with their drinks. She raised her glass and said, “A toast to your wife’s newfound confidence.”</p><p>Rowen glanced at her cleavage and what seemed to be a genuine sense of happiness on his wife’s face and happily wet along with the toast. If he could make it through the punishment and actually get out of the cock cage it seemed like their sex life might actually reach that place of intense heat once again.</p><p>Katie threw her drink down with one long sip, put her glass on the table, smiled, and took Rowen’s hand in hers. She lifted it to her lips and took one of his fingers in her mouth, swallowing every inch as her tongue danced over the flesh.</p><p>“Katie…fuck,” Rowen said.</p><p>“Will you do something naughty for me?” she asked as his slippery finger emerged from her mouth.</p><p>Rowen was so enraptured with his wife in that moment that he would have done anything. He nodded and watched as she pulled his hand under the table, between her legs, and up her skirt.</p><p>“Finger me,” she said. “Feel how wet I am.”</p><p>Rowen slipped a finger inside her and Katie smiled before closing her eyes and letting out a quiet, subtle moan. She was completely soaked. She was so wet Rowen was a little surprised she hadn’t drenched her skirt. He pushed his finger deeper inside his wife and closed his eyes for just a moment as he got lost in the sheer pleasure of playing with her pussy in public.</p><p>His eyes shot open when Rowen felt the cold steel of a handcuff around his wrist. He pulled his hand back, only to realize that Katie had handcuffed him to one of the metal legs of the table.</p><p>“Katie, what the fuck?” Rowen asked.</p><p>“I want to have a little fun and I want you to watch,” she explained. “And I think we both know that you’re not well-behaved enough to sit here like a good boy while I go flirt with someone.”</p><p>“What?” Rowen said.</p><p>“Rowen, honey, look around. Do you see how many hot guys are in this bar? Did you see how many of them stared at me when we walked in? Did you see how many of them wanted me?” Katie asked.</p><p>Rowen had seen all of that and when they’d walked in it felt good. He’d felt like every guy in the bar wanted to fuck the woman on his arms, which had thrilled him.</p><p>“Yes, Katie, I saw all that. I don’t understand why you’d want to flirt, though,” Rowen said.</p><p>“Flirting is fun,” she explained. “It turns me on, which you should like. Don’t you want your wife turned on? Don’t you want me all hot and bothered?”</p><p>“Not for another guy,” Rowen protested.</p><p>“I’m not going to fuck another guy, Rowen. I’m just going to flirt,” Katie said as she slid out of the booth. “And you better be a good boy. Remember, I control your cock and I can keep you in that cage for a long, long time if you can’t manage to behave yourself.”</p><p>Rowen pulled against the cuffs as he watched his wife walk away. Her ass looked absolutely splendid in the skintight white skirt and he felt a wild rush of desire. He wanted to fuck his wife. He wanted to finger her more. He wanted to feel her mouth around him. He wanted to do anything other than be locked up – in two ways, no less – in a bar while she went to flirt with someone else.</p><p>Imbued with the confidence her new clothes provided, Katie walked right up to a young man that had come in after them. Rowen saw the young man’s eyes dart to Katie’s cleavage, because of course they did. Because no man can resist the appeal of a pair of big, perky-looking breasts, especially on a beautiful woman.</p><p>Rowen watched his wife sit next to the young man at the bar. She leaned closer and laughed at something he said. She reached out and touched his arm, delicately running her fingers over his exposed skin. She said something, but Rowen was too far away to make it out. Her body language was entirely flirtatious, though. She was leaning in. Her breasts were on display. He was surprised she hadn’t spread her legs and invited the guy to fuck her right there on the bar stool.</p><p>The younger man waved the bartender over and ordered Katie a drink as Rowen pulled against the cuffs again. He thought she’d flirt for a minute or two to make him jealous and extend his punishment a little, but now it seemed like she was settling into an extended session of flirtation with a younger, fitter, better looking man.</p><p>The bartender delivered Katie’s drink and she clinked glasses with the younger man, took a sip, and leaned in to whisper something into his ear as Rowen seethed with jealousy. He watched the younger man’s hand move to the bare skin of Katie’s leg. He watched his wife smile and lean in. He watched another man move his fingers right to the edge of Katie’s skirt. He was inches away from her bare pussy and all Rowen could do was try not to lose his mind as he sat cuffed to an immovable table.</p><p>To keep from losing his mind Rowen took a deep breath and tried to console himself with the fact that Katie had said she wasn’t going to fuck anyone. She was just going to flirt. She was going to have a little fun. She was going to take advantage of the fact that she looked unbelievably hot, and that’s very clearly what she was doing. He told himself that she’d come back to him eventually, that this was just part of his punishment.</p><p>Rowen remembered when his wife was flirty all the time. He remembered back when it would take just one drink to turn her into a touchy, flirty, fun kind of girl and how it always ended in great sex. He couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched her from across the room. She’d become that girl again. She’d turned back the clock, only he wasn’t on the receiving end of her affections.</p><p>After fifteen solid minutes of overtly flirtatious fun with the younger man sitting at the bar Katie spun around on the stool and leaned in to whisper something. It looked like she was getting ready to come back to Rowen. She was halfway off the stool when the younger man put his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her. Rowen pulled so hard on the handcuffs that pain shot through his wrist and up his arm.</p><p>What started as anger towards the younger man quickly morphed into a deep sense of jealousy. Katie wasn’t pulling away. She wasn’t trying to escape his grasp. She was leaning into the kiss. She’d opened her mouth to welcome the younger man’s tongue. She did nothing when his hands moved to her ass and squeezed it. It was a hell of a first kiss and for the first time since she’d locked him up, Rowen truly felt like he was being punished.</p><p>Katie stepped back from the kiss with a smile on her face. She said something to the younger man and he released her from his grasp. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned towards Rowen. She took slow, sultry steps with an exaggerated and impossibly sexy sway in her hips and a seductive smile on her face.</p><p>Katie wordlessly slid into the booth, pressed her body against Rowen’s, and kissed him. Her hand found its way between his legs and she played with his locked cock as her tongue pushed into his mouth. He wanted to be angry, to bite her tongue and tell her to fuck off, but he melted under her obvious desire.</p><p>“Let’s go,” she said.</p><p>“I can’t go anywhere like this,” Rowen said as he pulled on the handcuffs.</p><p>Katie reached into her purse, unlocked him, and slid out of the booth. She held out her hand and Rowen took it. The look of wild lust in her eyes was too much to resist.</p><p>He left cash on the table and they scampered out of the bar as all eyes were once again on Katie. She unlocked the car, opened the back door, and pushed Rowen inside. She unbuttoned his pants and worked them off and he was certain that his imprisonment was about to come to an end. He was certain his wife’s punishment had been nothing more than a little game destined to last no more than a few hours.</p><p>Katie climbed into the car, shut the door, and moved between his legs. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked voraciously. She ran her tongue over his flesh and Rowen moaned as a surge of desire rushed through his loins and made his locked cock ache.</p><p>“Do you remember how you used to fuck me after a night at a bar, Rowen?” she asked before licking his balls again.</p><p>“Yes,” he said. “Fuck…yes, I remember.”</p><p>“Do you remember how good it was? Do you remember how horny I’d get, how desperate I was to have you inside me?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Rowen replied.</p><p>Katie looked up at him, smiled, and said, “It’s a shame I had to put you in this cage. If you weren’t locked up you’d be inside me right now. I’d be riding you. I’d be milking your cock with my soaking wet pussy. I’d be bouncing on you in the backseat. I’d ride you until you flooded my pussy with cum.”</p><p>“You could just unlock me,” Rowen said.</p><p>Katie laughed and then dropped her head into his lap and took his caged cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked and Rowen cried out as a strange mixture of pleasure and pain washed over his loins.</p><p>There was something beyond the physical discomfort of trying to get hard in the cage. There was a mental anguish at being unable to enjoy something he craved so badly. His wife’s mouth was a wondrous delight and yet he couldn’t enjoy the blowjob. He couldn’t get hard. He couldn’t cum. He couldn’t extract even an ounce of satisfaction.</p><p>“Does it feel good when I suck your cock?” Katie asked.</p><p>“Katie, please, unlock me,” Rowen said. “Please, I won’t be an asshole. I won’t. I’m sorry for what I did. I promise I’ll be better. Just unlock me, please.”</p><p>“No,” Katie said flatly. “You haven’t come close to earning your release. You must be punished, Rowen, and I’m having far too much fun to let you out now. Did you see how much I enjoyed flirting with that cute young guy? Did you see how much I enjoyed kissing him?”</p><p>“Yes, Katie, I saw that,” Rowen said.</p><p>“Did it hurt, Rowen? Was it painful to see your wife kissing another man?” she asked with a naughty smile.</p><p>“A little, yes,” he said.</p><p>“Good,” Katie replied as she released his cock from her grasp and shifted her body until she was leaning against the door. She hiked her skirt up, spread her legs, and said, “Now make me cum. He made me all wet and I need you to get me off.”</p><p>“No,” Rowen said.</p><p>“It wasn’t a request, Rowen. You’re not in control here. You gave that up when you decided it was okay to tell me that I needed to dress slutty for you while you didn’t have to do a goddamn thing to keep our sex life hot. You gave up control when you decided you couldn’t be bothered to be anything more than a male cliché. Now eat my fucking pussy and make me cum all over your face,” Katie said.</p><p>Rowen relented and moved between his wife’s legs. There was something about her anger that scared him a little, though he couldn’t deny feeling a little bit aroused at her sense of self-assurance. He just wished he could fuck that self-assured woman. Instead, he had to make due with being locked up and licking her pussy.</p><p>“That’s it,” Katie said as he put his tongue to work. “Make me cum while I think about the way I just got kissed. Make me cum while I think about how he tasted and how good his hands felt on my ass. Make me cum while I think about him.”</p><p>Rowen lifted his head to protest but Katie grabbed a handful of his hair and forcefully pushed down, smothering him with her wet pussy.</p><p>“Eat my pussy, Rowen. No arguing. Eat my pussy and make me cum,” she said.</p><p>Rowen gave up and did as he was told. If there was one thing he’d learned that evening, it’s that there was no point in arguing with Katie. She was determined to stay in charge and in that moment the only thing to do was make her cum.</p>