A night with Craig

It is a week later and we are in the car on the way over to a hotel that we will stay at tonight, and if all goes according to Helen's plan, she will be fucked by Craig tonight. I have been caged and teased all week, and have not been allowed to cum... my mind is a horny, jealous mess. I have been driven into such a submissive state, I have agreed to go with the flow and let Helen have her fun. I am also nervous because I don't know what they have set up and whether they intend to go through with their idea of fucking me. There is a certain nervous anticipation to it all.

Helen is looking stunning in a short hot pink latex dress that barely covers her ass. I am pretty sure that when she bends over, her bare pussy will be on display. For my part I am dressed in a jacket, casual shirt and slacks, but underneath I am wearing a white corset, stockings and a cock cage.

We dpull up outside an upmarket hotel and then head to the bar where we are meeting Craig. It is all dark wood, with a long bar down one side and circular booths down the other. The bar is busy with an eclectic mix of arty types. {Wife} leads us to a booth at the back, and sitting in there on one side is Craig - the large muscular guy from the bar last week. On the other side is an even more muscular, bald weightlifter type guy. {Wife} slides in an kisses Craig on the lips. The other guy slides out, obviously so I can slide in between Craig and him. "Say hello to Kev, Cuck" Kev sits back down in the booth, effectively trapping me there.