“One morning, my wife and I are having intercourse. It’s standard sex; she’s on her back, fully orgasming while I’m above pumping semen into her pussy. After ejaculating inside her, I remain lodged there for a moment as she gazes at me with an expression that says, ‘I have an idea.’ When I ask what’s up, she suggests we attend a nudist or swingers gathering. I wasn’t expecting this proposal. I withdraw and lie back on the mattress, staring upward while considering it. Eventually, I agree. She tells me to put something on—it’s a penis cage. My reaction is confusion: ‘What? Why?’ Her explanation is that all the men at the event must wear them. So, I accept; it could be entertaining. I already had a cock ring fitted with an attached anal ball. She instructs me to leave that in place as well. After donning the cage, she locks it and places the key on a necklace around her own neck, announcing the party starts at 6:00 PM.
We arrive at the house where a couple stands by the door. We approach from behind them; they turn and introduce themselves, asking if this is our first visit. We confirm yes. They express confidence we’ll enjoy ourselves, glancing at my wife. The door opens to reveal the hostess completely nude but without a cage, indicating that hosting couples can go free. I notice the couple ahead of us stripping off their clothes. So, we do the same. He drops his name in one bowl while she places her key in another. Unsure what else is expected, I follow suit. My wife adds my penis lock key to the collection with the others before we head into the living room.
“J,” the man ahead of us, pauses near a nude woman tied to a bench in a crab-like pose. She’s trembling, sweating, and moaning, her pussy so wet it has formed a small puddle on the floor. “J” begins fingering her vagina, causing her to jump with ecstasy. I can’t resist joining him; my penis is hardening within the wire cage, eager to escape. I desperately want to penetrate that moist heat, but my wife doesn’t have the key and the bowl has moved away. “J” heads into the next room, leaving this woman open for me. I suck on her clit while she moans louder until suddenly she squirts with a powerful cry. Her husband returns to untie her; she struggles to stand after multiple orgasms.
We mingle in the other room, talking with most attendees who seem to come every weekend. There are many beautiful women. Some men share my type of cage, but I’m unique for having the cock ring with an anal ball attached. No one comments on it much, though it keeps me erect all night—a great feeling.
The hosts announce time has arrived. The wives line up and bend over a couch; mine joins them. “G” inspects each woman’s pussy then inserts his hard penis into every one before selecting ‘J’s’ wife for himself. The remaining men return to the bowl with paper slips, drawing two names. Those chosen go to the dining room where two sex machines await. Meanwhile, the women retrieve the key bowl and start pulling locks individually. “J’s” wife draws mine.
She approaches me, playing with my locked-up member as pre-cum drips out. She inserts the key but pauses, removing it again: ‘I can’t,’ she says. ‘You have that anal ball.’ I ask what this implies. She leads me to the bench where the hostess was previously tied, securing me there with my butt raised high. ‘It means your wife wants you locked up,’ she explains with a smile. ‘But your rear is available for penetration.’
She removes the ball from my cock ring and applies a strap-on before beginning pegging. It feels incredible; I become very hard again, dripping pre-cum. She stops the thrusting but leaves the 6-inch dildo inside me until it disappears completely, then begins sucking on my caged penis. ‘I think I’m about to cum,’ I say. She pauses briefly to let some fluid drip out as my shaft pulses against the cage walls. Then she inserts a tube into my urethra—it feels strange yet pleasurable—as she moves it back and forth without touching my glans directly.
When I finally ejaculate hard, she continues sucking through the tube, moaning softly: ‘Mmm, tastes good. Nice to taste someone new.’ With her mouth full of cum, she snaps a photo before swallowing everything and untying me. My erection remains strong as I ask if I can be released now. She replies it’s up to my wife.
Searching for her, I pass the dining room where two men are being milked by machines after thirty minutes of non-stop stimulation, moaning in pleasant agony while women tease them. They climax twice during our observation. Seeing this makes me harden once more; the ladies notice and tell me it’s my turn next.
I find my wife engaged in a threesome with another woman. The other man is still caged but fingering my wife while sucking his partner, both appearing recently orgasmed. He asks permission to be freed, told he must deliver two more climaxes first. ‘Damn,’ I think, leaving them and returning to the living room where two uncaged men chat with girls.
My wife emerges looking satisfied; her former partner is still caged but dripping with a contented look. After chatting briefly, we bid farewell and dress.
Back home, she removes the key from her necklace into a small tube device, strips off her clothes, inserts the deep inside her pussy, and tells me I must retrieve it orally to escape my cage. Hardening up again, I strip naked and dive into her wetness. As I struggle with the tube, she orgasms; however, I fail to extract it. ‘Too bad,’ she says playfully. ‘Maybe next time.’ She hides the tube afterward.
That was five years ago. We’ve attended 27 parties since then, yet I haven’t achieved an erection—likely never will again in life. Though we hosted three gatherings myself, my wife insists I remain caged until I retrieve that hidden tube from her pussy.