CuckoldFart Posted April 7 Report Posted April 7 It was Steven's birthday, but the day didn't feel much like a celebration. Susan, his wife, stood in the kitchen, slipping on her favorite pair of slouch socks—soft, white, and slightly bunched around her ankles. She caught Steven staring at them, his eyes wide with that familiar mix of longing and frustration. She smirked, adjusting the tiny silver key that hung around her neck, the one that controlled the chastity cage he'd been locked in for weeks. "I'm off to Pilates,"…View the full topic at CuckoldPlace.com
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