It had been days since Heather's cruel revelation, and Kyle sat in the living room, his stomach in knots. He felt deflated, his spirit crushed under the weight of his impending cuckoldry. The image of his wife with another man, especially one she had known for years, haunted his every waking moment. He knew Heather meant business; the exquisite dress she had chosen for the occasion was a clear sign of her commitment to her plan.

As if sensing his distress, Heather made her entrance. Kyle's eyes widened as she walked into the room, his breath catching in his throat. She looked stunning, radiating an air of elegance and sexuality. The dress she had chosen was a strapless, form-fitting number that hugged her curves lovingly. The hem fell just above her ass, teasingly revealing the lacy waistband of her black panties. But it was the neckline, or lack thereof, that truly stole Kyle's breath. The dress dipped low, revealing more than half of her ample breasts, the soft swell of her cleavage on full display. The fabric clung to her body, accentuating her slender waist and flaring slightly at the hips, emphasizing her hourglass figure.

Heather's hair, usually worn in loose waves, was now styled in an elegant updo, with a few stray strands framing her face. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her high cheekbones and full lips. She had chosen a bold, dark lipstick that contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, and her eyes smoldered with a smoky blend of shadows.

"Well, cucky, what do you think?" Heather purred, twirling to give Kyle a full view of the dress. "I got this just for Damon. I want to look my very best for him."

Kyle swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He couldn't deny that his wife looked absolutely breathtaking. The dress emphasized her best features, and he knew Damon would be putty in her hands. The thought of another man seeing what was exclusively his filled Kyle with a mix of emotions: jealousy, arousal, and a profound sense of loss.

"You... you look amazing," he managed to croak out, his voice thick with a mixture of desire and sadness. "He won't be able to keep his hands off you."

Heather smiled, clearly pleased with the effect she was having on her husband. "That's the idea, cucky. I want him to want me. I want him to devour me the way you never could." She took a step closer, her eyes locking with Kyle's. "And I want you to know that while he's tasting every inch of me, you'll be locked away, completely helpless."

Kyle's heart sank as he imagined his beautiful wife in the arms of another man. The thought of her moans and cries of passion filling the air while he remained locked in chastity was almost too much to bear. He wanted to touch her, to remind her that he was here, devoted and willing. But he remained still, his hands clenched into fists in his lap.

"Are you getting hard for me, cucky?" Heather asked, her eyes glinting with amusement as she looked down at Kyle's pants. "Even though you know I'm going to let another man have me?" She took a step forward, her dress swishing around her legs. "Even though you know you'll be locked away, denied any pleasure, while I'm being fucked senseless?"

Kyle winced, his breath catching in his throat as he felt a twinge of pain. Heather laughed, a wicked sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Of course you can't get hard, cucky. Your cock is locked away in its little cage, isn't it?" She took a step closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's see it."

Kyle hesitated, his face flushing with embarrassment. Slowly, he stood up and undid his pants, pushing them down enough to reveal the chastity device.

Heather's eyes lit up at the sight. "Oh, I love seeing you like this. So helpless and vulnerable." She reached out, tracing a finger along the cage. Kyle bit his lip, his breath quickening as he felt a stir of arousal despite his humiliation. "Does it hurt when you try to get hard?" She asked, her voice soft and curious.

"Y-yes," Kyle admitted, his voice hoarse. "The bars dig into my cock when it tries to get hard. It's painful."

"Show me," Heather demanded, her eyes shining with a mixture of cruelty and arousal.

Kyle closed his eyes, willing himself to stay soft. But as he stood there, he could feel his cock twitching, betraying him. He whimpered softly as he felt the metal bars pressing into his sensitive flesh.

Heather's laughter filled the room, a melodic sound that only added to Kyle's humiliation. "Oh, cucky, you're so pathetic. Look at you, trying to get hard for me even though you know it will only cause you pain." She stepped closer, her breath warm on his ear as she whispered, "But you can't help it, can you? Your body betrays you, and you can't do a thing to stop it."

"Please, Heather," Kyle begged, his voice thick with desperation. "Stop teasing me. It hurts."

But his pleas only seemed to amuse her more. "No, cucky," she cooed, running her fingers lightly over the cage. "I want to see you suffer. I want to watch your cock catch against the metal, feeling every bit of your pathetic longing for me."

Kyle whimpered again as his body continued to respond to Heather's taunts. He could feel his cock swelling, the metal bars digging into his sensitive flesh with each throbbing pulse. It was excruciating, and yet he couldn't stop himself from becoming harder, his body reacting to her dominant presence.

"That's it, cucky," Heather purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let your cock suffer for me. Feel the pain of your desire."

Kyle stood there, trembling, as his body betrayed him, his cock throbbing painfully against the unforgiving metal bars of the chastity device. Heather's eyes sparkled with cruel delight as she watched her husband's struggle, savoring every moment of his humiliation and arousal.

Heather leaned in, and Kyle thought she was going to kiss him, a small spark of hope lighting his eyes. But instead, she dug her nails into his flesh, a sharp contrast to the soft, sensual image she projected. "I can't wait to feel Damon getting hard for me tonight," she whispered, her hot breath tickling Kyle's ear. "I might even let him take my ass. Something you'll never have, cucky."

Kyle's eyes widened at the thought of another man taking his wife in a way he never had. The idea of Heather moaning and writhing beneath Damon, experiencing a pleasure she had denied him, was almost too much to bear.

As if on cue, there was a sharp rap on the front door. Kyle started, his eyes flicking to the entrance. He made a move to pull up his trousers, but Heather stepped on them, her heels digging into the fabric. "Oh no, cucky. I want you to answer the door like this. I want Damon to see what a pathetic specimen of a man my husband is."

Kyle hesitated, his face reddening. "Please, Heather," he begged. "Don't make me do this. I--"

"You'll do it because I say so, cucky," Heather cut in, her voice hard as steel. "Remember, you agreed to this. Every part of it."

Defeated, Kyle nodded, his shoulders slumping in resignation. He stood there, his trousers pooled around his ankles, the chastity device on full display, as he waited for Heather to open the door.

When she finally swung it open, Damon filled the doorway with his towering presence. His eyes immediately landed on Kyle, taking in the humiliating scene before him. A smirk played on his lips, and his eyes sparkled with cruel mirth as he drank in the sight of Kyle's humiliation.

"Damon, darling," Heather purred, stepping aside to let him in. "I see you're right on time. I've been eagerly awaiting this moment."

Damon's gaze flicked between Heather and Kyle, his smirk widening as he took in the contrast between the stunningly dressed woman and her meek, half-dressed husband. "Well, well," he said, his deep voice filling the room. "Looks like someone's been a naughty boy, locked up tight while his wife goes out and plays"

Kyle's face burned with shame as he stood there, helpless, while Heather and Damon openly discussed his inadequacies. He wanted to disappear, to hide from the piercing gaze of the man his wife had chosen to take as her lover.

"Come in, Damon," Heather said, her voice warm and inviting. "I've been looking forward to this night for a very long time." She took Damon's hand, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "And I think it's time for you to show my husband exactly what I've been missing."

Damon's eyes darkened, and he squeezed Heather's hand, giving her a slight tug toward him. "Oh, I plan to," he rumbled, his voice low and full of promise. "But first, I think it's only fair to give cucky here a little preview of what you'll be enjoying tonight."

Kyle's breath caught in his throat as he realized what Damon intended. He watched, frozen in place, as the tall, confident man pulled Heather into an embrace, his lips crashing down on hers.

Damon's hand slid down Heather's body, his touch burning through the fabric of her dress. With a rough tug, he pulled up the skirt, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. Heather let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into him. Damon's other hand moved to cup her breast, squeezing possessively, his thumb teasing her already hardened nipple.

The contrast between Heather's elegant attire and Damon's aggressive touch was stark, and yet it only served to heighten the arousal in the room. Heather's submission to Damon was evident; she stood before him, her body offered up for his pleasure, her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensations flooding her body.

"Whose slut are you tonight, baby?" Damon growled, his lips brushing against Heather's ear as he continued to fondle her.

"Yours," she whispered, her breath catching as his fingers teased her sensitive nipple. "I'm your cum slut, Damon. Your toy. Your human sex sleeve."

"Good girl," Damon purred, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. He released her breasts and skirt, only to wrap his arm tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. With his free hand, he pointed at Kyle, who stood by, his eyes wide as he took in the intimate display. "And what about him?" Damon asked, his eyes hardening as he looked at Kyle. "What is he to you tonight?"

Heather opened her eyes, her gaze landing on her husband, who stood there, his face a mask of longing and humiliation. She smiled softly, a mix of cruelty and tenderness in her eyes. "Nothing," she replied, her voice steady. "Tonight, he's nothing."

Damon nodded, his eyes never leaving Kyle's crumpled form. "Then he can fuck off upstairs and wait there while I show you a real man's touch."

Kyle flinched as if struck, his eyes filling with hurt and shame. But he knew this was part of the deal, part of his submission to Heather's dominance. Slowly, he turned and began to trudge up the stairs, his shoulders hunched, the sound of his wife's pleasure already filling his ears.

Kyle had spent the hours waiting upstairs torturing himself, imagining Heather and Damon enjoying an intimate dinner. He pictured them sharing flirty glances across the table, their knees brushing beneath it. He knew Heather would be laughing at Damon's witty remarks, her eyes sparkling with desire.

The sound of the front door opening startled him, and he jolted upright on the bed. He had been dozing fitfully, his mind exhausted from the evening's events, but now he was suddenly wide awake. He listened intently, his heart pounding, as he heard Heather and Damon returning from their night out.

"You really are incredible, Damon," Heather's voice drifted up the stairs, flushed with pleasure. "That was... everything I'd hoped for and more."

"The night's not over yet," Damon rumbled, his deep voice sending a shiver through Kyle's body. "And I promised you a proper dessert."

Kyle clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as jealousy and arousal warred within him. He imagined Heather's dress being slowly peeled from her body, baring her soft, supple skin to Damon's hungry gaze.

"Kyle!" Heather's voice called out suddenly, interrupting his tormented thoughts. "Get down here, now!"

Kyle took a steadying breath, his heart hammering in his chest. He wanted to stay upstairs, to bury his head under the pillow and block out the sounds of his wife's passion. But he knew he had no choice. This was part of his submission, part of the agreement he had made with Heather.

He stood up, his legs slightly unsteady, and made his way downstairs. As he turned the corner into the living room, the scene before him stopped him in his tracks. Heather stood there, radiant as always, her dress clinging to her curves, her hair tumbling seductively around her shoulders. But it was the sight of Damon that truly caught Kyle's attention.

The tall, confident man stood with his arms crossed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. And there, nestled in his hand, was his thick, half-hard cock. Damon gave it an idle stroke, his eyes never leaving Kyle's shocked face.

"Look who's joining us," Damon drawled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just in time, too, because I was about to put this bad boy to good use."

Heather's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took in Kyle's stunned expression. With a wicked grin, she sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively. "Look at what you're missing out on, sweetheart," she purred, taking Kyle's trembling hand and placing it on Damon's powerful thigh. "Feel that? That's a real man."

Kyle's breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the hard muscle, feeling the power that seemed to emanate from Damon's body. He was acutely aware of his own inadequacies in comparison.

"Now, I want you to watch," Heather continued, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Watch as I show this fine specimen of a man just how much I appreciate his generosity."

"And what a generous man I am," Damon interjected, his deep voice rumbling with satisfaction. "Always happy to share the gifts I've been blessed with." He stroked his thick cock leisurely, clearly enjoying the attention. "Get on your knees, Heather," he commanded.

Heather immediately complied, her dress riding up her thighs as she sank gracefully to the floor. Her eyes locked with Damon's, a silent communication passing between them. Then, her gaze dropped to his cock, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips in anticipation.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She savored the feel of it, the warmth and weight of it on her tongue. With a soft moan, she began to swirl her tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive underside with light flicks.

Damon let out a low groan, his eyes closing in pleasure. He tangled his fingers in Heather's hair, guiding her head as she began to suck him deeper into her mouth.

Heather relished the taste of him, the feel of his length stretching her lips, her cheeks hollowing as she created a tight seal. Damon's hand tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he began to thrust slowly, controlling the pace.

Kyle watched, transfixed, his heart wrenching at the sight of his wife on her knees, taking Damon's cock deep into her throat. Her eyes shone with lust, her lips stretched around the thick shaft.

"Look at her, Kyle," Damon whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Look at how much she loves this. How much she's been neglected being with you."

Kyle tried to look away as Damon roughly grabbed Heather's hair, his strong hand tangling in her locks. With a powerful tug, he forced her down onto his cock, pushing her to take every inch. Heather's eyes widened as she gagged, her throat constricting around his thickness.

Damon showed no mercy as he thrust his hips, face-fucking her with abandon. "Take it, slut," he growled, his voice harsh with desire. "Gag on my cock. Choke on it."

Heather made a desperate sound deep in her throat as she struggled for breath, her saliva dripping down her chin. Damon showed no sign of stopping, his grip on her hair tightening as he forced her to take his relentless thrusts.

Kyle's eyes darted between the two, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form words. "Please... be gentler," he finally managed to squeak out, his voice weak and small in comparison to Damon's dominant tone.

Heather, her eyes glassy with arousal and the sting of tears from the rough treatment, pulled back from Damon's cock, her lips glistening. "No, Kyle," she panted, her hand reaching out to stroke Damon's thigh. "I'm Damon's fuck toy this evening. He can do whatever he wants with me, and you will watch and be a good cucky."

Kyle bit his lip, his heart sinking as he knew she was right. He couldn't stop Damon, even if he wanted to. The man was bigger, stronger, and younger, and he held all the power in this situation.

"That's right, little man," Damon sneered, stroking his cock leisurely as if to emphasize his dominance. "You just sit there and watch your wife take a real man's cock. Watch as she gets the satisfaction she deserves."

Heather smiled up at Damon, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of lust and devotion. "Please, Damon," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Use me. Take what you want from me."

Damon smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I plan to, baby. I plan to fuck that pretty mouth of yours until you can't remember the last time you breathed without the taste of my cock."

With that, he pushed Heather back down onto his cock, grasping her hips to pull her closer as he thrust upward, burying himself deep in her throat. Heather made a desperate, muffled sound, her body tensing as she fought for air.

Damon held her in place, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her throat constricting around him. He began to thrust again, setting a brutal pace that had Heather gagging and choking, her eyes watering.

Kyle's heart twisted with a mixture of emotions as he watched the scene unfold. He was aroused by the raw, animalistic display, his cock straining against the chastity device. But there was also a sting of jealousy and a sense of helplessness as he witnessed his wife being dominated by another man.

"Look at her, Kyle," Damon grunted, his eyes locking with Kyle's. "She's mine tonight. And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Damon's eyes darkened with desire, and with a sudden, impatient tug, he pulled Heather to her feet, tearing her dress in the process. The soft fabric ripped, exposing her delicate lace lingerie. Kyle's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of his wife's toned body adorned in sexy black lingerie. The bra cups barely contained her full breasts, pushing them up and together, creating a deep, enticing cleavage. The matching lace panties hugged her curves, accentuating her slim waist and full hips.

Heather's eyes smoldered as she took in Kyle's shocked expression. Instead of the expected annoyance at her ruined dress, she smiled, her teeth white against her flushed skin. The smile transformed into a low, deep growl of desire, sending a shiver through Kyle's body.

She straightened, running her hands deliberately over her curvaceous body. Kyle's eyes followed her movements, his mouth going dry as he took in the sight of her barely covered breasts rising and falling with each breath.

"Like what you see, cucky?" Heather's voice dripped with amusement as she turned to face him. "Because this is the only time you'll ever see me in lingerie like this. It's for him." She gestured to Damon, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Kyle's heart sank as the realization dawned on him. This was the lingerie he had always adored, the one he had bought for their first holiday together. It held so many fond memories, and now it would be associated with this moment, with another man.

"You remember this, don't you, Kyle?" Heather purred, taking a step toward him. "I got this for our trip to Maui. I knew how much you loved it. But now..." She trailed off, a devilish smile playing on her lips.

"Now, it's only for other men," Damon finished for her, his deep voice rumbling with satisfaction. "It's for when they fuck your wife, when they pound into her, when they ruin her for you."

Heather nodded, her eyes never leaving Kyle's. "That's right, sweetheart. This lingerie was always your favorite, and now it will only bring you pain. Knowing that I'm wearing it for them, that they'll see me in it, touch me, taste me..."

Kyle couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but stare at the woman he loved, the woman who was mercilessly tormenting him. He knew this cruel game was part of their agreement, part of his submission, but it didn't make it any easier.

"You'll never get to see me in this again, not unless I'm about to be fucked by a real man." She circled him, her hips swaying seductively. "And even then, you'll only get to watch. You'll never touch, never feel. That pleasure is reserved for them."

"Go on, Heather," Damon urged, his eyes never leaving Kyle's pained expression. "Tell him what he's missing out on. Describe it in detail."

Heather's lips curved into a cruel smile as she continued her slow, deliberate circle around Kyle, a predator toying with her prey. "Well, cucky, you remember how I used to wear this for you, how I'd straddle you, my hair falling around us like a curtain, blocking out the world?"

Kyle's chest tightened as he nodded, his throat dry, unable to speak.

"I'd ride you slowly at first," she continued, her voice soft and velvety, weaving a seductive spell. "Grinding my hips, enjoying the way you'd moan, pant, your lips moving in rhythm to kiss me. But then I'd pick up the pace, my breath coming in gasps, my nails digging into your chest as I rode you hard."

Kyle's eyes squeezed shut, his fists clenching as he relived those moments in his mind, now tinged with a bitter sweetness.

"Oh, but you don't get that anymore, do you?" Heather's voice was like a silken blade, slicing through him. "No more wild rides, no more feeling me tighten around you as I climaxed. That's for Damon now, for the real men who can satisfy me."

Damon's patience snapped, and he pushed Heather forcefully, sending her tumbling over the arm of the sofa. She landed on her knees, her breasts pressed against the cushioned surface, her ass raised invitingly. With a rough laugh, Damon strode forward, the predatory gleam in his eyes focused on his next prey—Heather's luscious, rounded ass.

He landed a sharp smack on one of her ass cheeks, leaving a bright red palm print on her otherwise perfect, milky skin. Heather gasped, a mix of surprise and pleasure, as she wiggled her ass teasingly, inviting another strike.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" Damon growled, his voice thick with desire. He watched with satisfaction as his handprint slowly faded, knowing he'd soon replace it with something more permanent.

Heather moaned, her breath quickening. "Yes, Damon, please. I've been such a naughty girl, denying myself what I truly want. I need to be punished."

"Oh, you'll be punished, all right," Damon promised, his voice dark and threatening. With a sudden, impatient move, he yanked at the lace lingerie still covering her ass, pulling it down roughly to expose her completely.

Heather let out a desperate whimper, half-pleasure, half-pain, as the delicate fabric scraped against her sensitive skin. "Please, Damon," she begged. "I need you. Stretch me, fill me, make me forget any other cock but yours."

Hearing those words, Kyle felt his legs turn to jelly, and he had to grasp the back of a chair to steady himself. He watched, mesmerized and anguished, as Damon positioned himself behind Heather, his thick cock poised to invade her pussy.

Damon didn't hesitate. With a powerful thrust, he plunged into her, claiming her body as his own. Heather screamed at the sudden intrusion, her head whipping back, her eyes rolling back in her head at the overwhelming sensation.

Damon began to pound into her, his hips slamming against her ass with each powerful stroke. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to arch her back and push her ass higher, offering herself to him even more lewdly.

"Yes, Damon, yes!" Heather cried out, her voice echoing through the room. "Harder, fuck me harder!"

Damon obliged, his palms slapping against her ass cheeks with each forceful thrust, creating a loud, relentless smacking sound that filled the room. Heather's screams and moans only encouraged him further, and he began to grunt with each powerful stroke, driving himself deeper into her.

Kyle stood, helpless, his legs weak, as he felt the pre-cum seeping out of his chastity cage, dampening his shorts. He felt sick with jealousy and arousal, wanting to put a stop to this defilement of his wife, yet being unable to tear his eyes away from the explicit, raw scene unfolding before him.

"Oh, Damon, it feels so good!" Heather's cries echoed through the room. "You're stretching me, making me forget everything! Make me yours, Damon, only yours!"

Damon was relentless, his powerful thrusts threatening to snap Heather's delicate body in two. Her cries filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and pain as she felt every inch of his thick cock pounding into her. Her makeup began to run, black streaks staining her cheeks as tears mixed with the kohl around her eyes.

With each thrust, Damon dominated her, showing no mercy as he plunged into her again and again. Her breasts bounced with the force of his hips slamming against her, her nipples hard and erect, rubbed against the soft fabric of the couch.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" Damon growled, his voice hoarse with arousal but unwavering in its dominance. "You like feeling my cock stretching you, filling you up?"

Heather could only nod, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes... please... more... I need more..."

Damon chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening as he increased his pace. "More? You want more, you greedy little slut? You can take it, can't you? Take everything I give you?"

Heather whimpered as Damon's cock hit her sweet spot with each deep thrust, her walls clenching around him, begging for release. "I can take it, Damon, please, fuck me harder! I need to feel you even deeper!"

Damon obliged, his eyes narrowing with fierce determination. He pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip of his cock nestled inside her, before slamming back into her with renewed force. He repeated this motion, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, his hips a blur as he used her body for his pleasure.

Heather's cries reached a fever pitch, her voice echoing off the walls as her pussy clenched and unclenched around Damon's cock. Her entire body shook with the force of his thrusts, her nails digging into the couch cushions as she tried to maintain her grip.

Kyle stood, paralyzed, his eyes glued to the scene before him. His own pleasure was forgotten as he witnessed his wife being utterly consumed by another man. He felt a mix of emotions: jealousy, arousal, and a sense of helplessness as he realized how completely Damon owned her in this moment.

"Look at me, Heather," Damon demanded, his voice gruff and commanding. "Look at me when I fuck you."

Heather's eyes fluttered open, turning her head, her gaze locking with Damon's. Their eyes met, a silent communication passing between them, a primal connection formed in this moment of raw, unchecked passion.

As their eyes remained locked, Damon slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more deliberate. Each stroke was calculated to maximize Heather's pleasure, his cock dragging against her most sensitive spots, eliciting fresh cries of ecstasy.

"That's it, baby," Damon whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Feel me inside you. Know that I own you, body and soul."

Heather's eyes rolled back, and her head fell back as she felt an overwhelming rush of pleasure consume her. "Please, Damon, make me cum," she begged, her voice breathless and raw. "I need it, I need to feel it. It's been so long..."

Damon smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement as he looked at Kyle, who stood by, helpless, his eyes wide as he watched his wife plead for an orgasm. "Your husband couldn't make you cum?" Damon asked, his voice dripping with mock concern. "What a shame."

Heather shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought for air. "No, it's been too long. I can't remember the last time he satisfied me."

"Pathetic," Damon spat, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Kyle. "You've been neglecting your wife, letting her go unsatisfied. No wonder she's so desperate for a real man."

Kyle's face burned with shame and humiliation as he heard the truth in Damon's words. He knew Heather hadn't climaxed in a long time, and the realization of his failure as a husband stung.

"Please, Damon, please," Heather pleaded, her hands gripping his thighs as she tried to pull him deeper into her. "Make me cum. Show me what it's like to be truly satisfied."

Damon chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Heather's spine. "As you wish, my sweet slut. But first, I want you to admit it out loud. Tell your husband how long it's been since he made you cum."

Heather hesitated, her face flushing with embarrassment. But the need for release was too great, and she found herself blurting out the truth. "It's been... two years, Damon. Two years since Kyle made me cum."

Damon tsked, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Two years?" He turned to Kyle, a sneer on his face. "You haven't made your wife cum in two years? What kind of man are you?"

Kyle remained silent, his eyes downcast, unable to meet the contempt in Damon's gaze.

"Pathetic," Damon spat again, his lip curled in disdain. "Well, don't worry, slut. I'm going to give you the orgasm you've been craving. And your husband is going to watch and learn how it's done."

With that, Damon began to move, slowly at first, his thick cock sliding deep into Heather's wet, waiting heat. He teased her, pushing against her cervix, making her whimper and squirm with need.

"Oh god, Damon, please," Heather moaned, her body trembling as she felt the build-up of pleasure coiling within her. "Don't stop, I'm so close."

As Heather begged, Damon began to move faster, his hips snapping forward as he plunged into her again and again. He watched her face, enjoying the way her mouth fell open in a soundless cry with each thrust. Her nails dug into his arms, leaving red marks on his tanned skin, but he didn't slow down.

"Fuck, Damon, I'm close, so close," Heather moaned, her voice thick and hoarse as she struggled to speak. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Damon grunted, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he felt her walls clenching around him. "Cum for me, slut. Let me feel you cum around my cock."

With a final, powerful thrust, Damon slammed into Heather, his cock pushing against her cervix, and that was all it took. Heather's eyes widened as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, sweeping her away on a tide of sensation.

"Unghhh!" Heather's mouth formed a soundless cry, her head thrown back as her body convulsed around Damon's cock. Her fingers dug into the sofa, her legs tembling and shaking as she rode out the powerful orgasm.

"Ahhh, Dam... ahhh... ohhh!" Heather's words dissolved into incoherent moans as the pleasure took over, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Damon held her tightly, feeling her walls pulsating around him, milking his cock. He slowed his thrusts, prolonging her pleasure, drawing out every last second of her orgasm.

Heather's cries subsided, leaving her breathless and spent. Her body slumped against the sofa, her eyes glassy as she tried to catch her breath.

"That's it, baby," Damon whispered, his voice soft and husky as he stroked her back "You came so hard for me. That's what you've been missing, isn't it?"

Heather nodded, her eyes still closed as she basked in the afterglow of her intense release. "Yes," she breathed, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I've missed this."

Damon, still standing behind Heather, allowed her a few moments to recover from the intensity of her climax. Her body was limp, sated, but he had no intention of letting her fully relax just yet. With a swift, deliberate motion, he raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her ass, leaving a crimson imprint of his palm.

Heather jolted at the sudden slap, a squeal escaping her lips as she pushed herself up on her elbows, her ass now raised enticingly once more. Before she could catch her breath, Damon delivered three more stinging slaps, each one harder than the last, leaving her ass cheeks glowing a bright pink.

"Ahh! Damon, what are you doing?" Heather cried out, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement.

"It's not over yet, slut," Damon growled, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy still needs to be filled. And I haven't cum yet."

Heather panted, her body still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. "I don't think I can take anymore, Damon," she whimpered, reaching back to rub her stinging ass. "My pussy is ruined, it's so sensitive."

Damon chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. "You'll take it, and you'll like it. This isn't over until I say it is, and I haven't emptied my balls yet."

He stepped forward, his thick cock still hard and ready, and grabbed Heather's hips, positioning himself at her entrance. Without waiting for a response, he thrust forward, filling her again with his girth.

Heather let out a strangled cry, half-pleasure, half-pain, as her sensitive pussy was stretched once more. "Oh god, Damon, it's too much!" she wailed, squirming beneath him. "I can't take your cock anymore!"

"You'll take it," Damon commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "You'll take my cock, and you'll take my cum. Understand?"

Heather meekly shook her head, her eyes wide as she realized the extent of her helplessness. "I... I can't. Please, I need a break." She glanced over at Kyle, seeking support or sympathy, and was shocked to see a noticeable wet stain on his shorts. He stood with his head down, his face a mask of shame, his body still, as if frozen in place.