Yes, on to the Sex Shop

We walked a little while in silence, my mind mulling over what had happened today. I was not sure I liked where this was going but had to admit that I was finding it erotic, and that no harm was done so far. I wasn't sure if this was just a mindfuck to play with my fantasy, or whether Helen really meant it. I was not sure if she knew.

I did know that I was very, very turned on at this moment, and my wife had never looked sexier.

Before I knew it, we arrived at a large sex shop located at the end of town. "Here we are, come on babe."

I followed Helen in. The place was huge and followed the normal layout - videos/mags to one side, sex toys and then clothing through to the other side. My wife, dressed in her little top, tennis skirt and heels immediately became the focus of attention for every red blooded man in the place.

A muscle builder type dude in a black t-shirt came over "Can I help you two with anything" I saw him look Helen over top to bottom and saw he eyes settle on the anklet. His focus shifted seamlessly to being just on Helen. "After anything specific?"

"Yes, I'm after some thigh high boots" Helen was shown over to an aisle of boots in all shapes and sizes. Black T as I was thinking of him couldn't take his eyes off Helen as he pointed out each type of boot. My wife picked three pairs to try and he disappeared into the back to get the right size. I started to say something but was immediately shushed "Be a good Cuck and stand over there and don't say a word until we leave this store. Understood?" A nod and I stood slightly off to one side as my wife took a seat on a stool.

Black T came back and kneeled in front of my wife, who, looking him directly in the eye, proceeded to make a show of taking off her heels, somehow managing to make it look like a striptease. As Black T held a boot, Helen lifted her leg to put her pointed foot into the boot. That was when I saw Black T's eyes bulge and I remembered that my wife was not wearing knickers and he was looking straight at her bald pussy. Helen smiled at him and slid her foot in. The process was repeated for the other and she stood up and strode round the store. I, and every other guy in there, gawked - she looked magnificent.

"Would you mind taking them off" as she sat down back in front of Black T. I am sure his fingers slide higher than they needed to to take the boots of and I thought I heard a slight gasp from my wife. The next five minutes was a slow motion repeat, as Helen tried on all three pairs. Totally ignoring me, she was obviously enjoying teasing Black T who was sporting a huge boner. Having tried on all three, she finally picked the first pair and asked for them to be wrapped.

"Is there anything else you would like?"

"Yes, a cock cage for my husband" She said it so casually I thought I misheard. Then I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me as Black T looked at me with a mix of pity and humour. "Certainly, what size?"

"Oh small, just enough for three inches. he's not big in that department" My face burned scarlet. I was mortified, feeling the heat burning my cheeks.

"Not a problem. We do carry them that small. You probably should get him to try it on... Here we are... Is pink okay? It's just that pink is the most popular colour in that size"

"Why is that?"

"A lot of guys who are that small end up being sissies. It's just what happens. So the manufacturers make them mostly in pink"

"That's fine. CUCK! Come here baby - go and try this on. Let me know when you are wearing it." Everyone in the shop must have heard! I kept my eyes down, too humiliated to put up a fight and went to the changing room. Once in I took off my trousers and looked at the contraption. It was surprisingly easy to work out - ring around the base, pegs to connect it to the cage, which went over your cock, and then small padlock to lock in place. Fortunately my cock was minuscule from the **** humiliation I was feeling so it was easy to get on but it was still fiddly and took me five minutes to get it done. Whilst I was doing it I was sure I could hear Helen giggling outside.

"It's on" I called out.

The curtain was pulled back and there stood my wife, legs apart looking like a sex goddess. My heart stopped. Black T was good behind here with one arm wrapped round her cupping her breast. The other was wrapped round, and was under the front of her skirt, cupping her sex. I stared. Time stopped. My wife looked amazing...

And then my cock spurted. Inside its cage. Watching a man with his hands on my almost naked wife. In a public place.

My mouth was open. Cum dribbled from the end of my cage. I could hear pounding in my ears. I swear I almost fainted. "Told you he would like that. Thanks" my wife said and Black T unhanded her. "Anytime. Glad to help"

Helen held out a pair of pink panties. "I thought these would match your cage, but now they seem even more appropriate. Put them on and come outside and pay for this"

Five minutes later I walked out of the store a changed man. My wife walked out - a goddess - Black T's number in her phone.