Best feeling ever

Tom’s tongue had gone numb.

He described to Mary what had happened, and the police attendance, to his surprise she took it in her stride and said very little, he couldn't look her in the eye and was waiting for her to start shouting at him.

Instead, she listened in eerie silence, then left the room. When she returned, it was with two glasses of wine.

By the time the second bottle was empty, Tom’s shame had dulled to a low throb. Mary’s fingers traced the cold metal of his chastity cage, tapping it lightly, ting, ting like she was testing the bars of a birdcage.

Christ, I’m horny.

For a wild second, he imagined prying the damn thing off, bending her over the couch, reclaiming what was his. But then she showed him photos of the other nurses women in sexy uniforms, their cleavage straining against starched fabric and asked, honestly, what he thought.

Eventually he admitted that he liked the look of them.

Mary’s lips twitched. Almost… pleased.

They fell asleep tangled together, the cage a cold reminder between them. If not for that, he could almost pretend nothing had changed.

Morning came too soon.

Mary tossed his "WANKER" t-shirt at his face. “Up, big boy. Clinic. Now.”

The spark in her eye was new. Dangerous.

Tom dressed, the cage chafing, humiliation burning under his skin. As he walked outside, his heart sank, Bill was lurking by his rotting fence, grinning like a hyena.

“Well, well,” Bill sneered, pulling out his phone. “Gotta document this—”

Tom’s fist clenched. “Take that picture, and I’ll feed you your teeth.”

Bill hesitated, then smirked. “Or what? You’re locked up like a dog. One wrong move, and it’s jail.” He leaned in, breath reeking of rot.

“Tell your wife to make my session extra special today or I'll take pictures.”

Tom drove in a fury, every red light a fresh torment. Pedestrians pointed. Laughed. One woman shook her head, lips curled in disgust.

Eventually he arrived at the clinic, he got of his care and felt exposed, barring the cage he was naked from the waist down.

The clinic door was wedged open.

Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed like angry wasps. The stench of antiseptic and industrial lube made his stomach churn. This wasn’t the seedy brothel he’d imagined just another grim NHS facility, all linoleum and bureaucratic doom.

A cubicle door clicked open.

The screen flickered to life—Mary’s face, her lips parted, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease. Tom walked in and a hole slid open at groin level.

Then—her hands, he heard a metallic click and the device unlocked.

Pink nails, slick with lube. She worked him free, her touch electric after weeks of deprivation. He hardened instantly, gasping as she stroked him with a skill she’d never used at home.

Then—gone.

“Wait, that’s it?” he rasped.

Mary’s laugh was low. “Oh, Tom. This is just the start.”

New hands grabbed him rough, demanding. A Scottish voice growled through the wall:

“Naw, big man. This is a special service.”

The screen changed. A hard faced woman with bolt-on tits smirked back, legs spread, fingers pulling her pussy lips open. Then bent over, asshole winking at the camera.

Tom’s cock disappeared into the hole.

The woman on the other side was merciless yanking, squeezing, twisting until he saw stars. Just as he was about to break, she vanished.

The screen shifted again. A stunning Black woman, eyes devout, hands folded in prayer. Her long fingers crimson nails guided him back through.

Then heat.

A mouth swallowed him whole, lips leaving red stains on his shaft. Humming vibrated through him, the pleasure so intense his knees buckled.

He didn’t want it to end, but it did and he staggered back his body shaking, his cock harder than it had ever been.

Marys hand appeared through the hole and took a hold of him, she guided him back to the point that his full manhood was on the other side, then he felt something different, his cock was pushing into something tight, a smile flicked across his face, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had sex with Mary but somehow it felt different.

The screen flickered.

The image changed, Tom fully expected to see his wife looking back at him but when he saw the sexy redhead nurse, her eyes closed, tongue out and legs open showing of her fierily bush then reality hit him

Mary’s letting me fuck her.

The realization hit like a truck. His wife’s grip still firm at the base, controlling him, using him to pleasure another woman.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “She’s so tight.”

The redhead came first, her walls fluttering around him. Then Mary’s face filled the screen bare breasts, triumphant smile and Tom exploded, his orgasm ripping through him like a teenage boy’s first.

He stood panting "thank you" was all he could say, he loved his wife more that he had ever before.

Mary appeared at his booth holding clothes for him, he stripped and threw the "WANKER" t-shirt in the trash feeling normal again in his own clothes, as they walked to the entrance of the clinic and Mary opened the door Toms eyes narrowed, Bill was standing first in line the smile on his greasy face and clear erection in his grey dirty track-suit bottoms filled Tom full of fury again.

"Fuck this is perfect" he said Toms vision was beginning to narrow

"Popped two Viagra's. Wanna watch me rail your wife for an hour? Promise I wont ruin her for you"

Toms fist balled and all of the frustration and fury that had been building for weeks were launched forward, later Tom would fondly remember the scenario fold out in slow time as one of the most gratifying things he had ever done, his fist flew through the air, connecting perfectly with the mouth and underside of Bill's very punch able face with a satisfying crack on the other side.

Bill felt back spitting blood and teeth, panic began to build in Tom as he realised what he had done and then saw two police officers in unform waiting patiently for their turn, Tom felt he had nothing to loose and leaned forward picking up Bill by the throat, he was ready to finish the job when he noticed the large piss stain appear on the grey bottoms, he released him as the two officers walked forward,

And Bill spat "He hit me arrest him!"

The larger cop winked at Tom and said "Only thing I saw, was you harassing clinic staff"

Bill was dragged away screaming and Tom smiled, Mary was with him and he could sense a feeling of closure, she kissed him deep and he left so that she could do her job.

Weeks later Tom looked back at how stupid he had been, he got special service from all the nurses and although other men may be satisfied with there situation none could compare with what he got, especially as he went home and slept in the same bed as the woman he loved.