Caged and Watching: My Wife’s Gangbang Baptism [gangbang] [blindfold] [cuckolding]

Title: Caged and Watching: My Wife’s Gangbang Baptism Subtitle: My shy wife becomes the star of her first gangbang Category: Group Sex / Cuckold / BDSM Switch Tags: gangbang, cuckold, swinger party, throat fucking, blindfold, submissive wife, voyeur, bdsm, creampie, blowjob, first time, pussy worship, consensual non-monogamy, femdom influence

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Author’s Note: My wife and I have shared a long, deep journey through kink, trust, and raw desire. This story is about the night she truly embraced the fantasy I had only dared to dream of—a night when her pleasure took center stage.

Caged and Watching: My Wife’s Gangbang Baptism

By kittens_mouse

Kitten and I go way back, we’re high school sweethearts who grew into adulthood hand-in-hand, kink by kink. When we turned of age, we dove into the BDSM and cuckolding lifestyle with genuine curiosity and a hunger to explore.

From the very beginning, I had one fantasy that I never quite let go of: I wanted to see my wife, my beautiful, dominant switch, used by a group of men until she was dripping, trembling, wrecked from orgasms. I wanted to see her pleasured in ways I alone could never give her, and to kneel beside her, the eager, aching cuckold, soaking it all in.

Last weekend, that fantasy came true.

We were invited by a friend “M” a commanding Femdom with a seductive smile and a taste for the theatrical. Her birthday party was going to be a swinger’s delight, with one very clear mission: M planned to receive one orgasm for every year she had lived, a full-scale, no-shame gangbang.

When I talked to Kitten about going, she smiled and said yes. But she also reminded me, sweetly, that it was our first real swinger party and she didn’t plan on playing. She mostly wanted to watch, feel out the atmosphere, and enjoy it in person.

I didn’t push her. Just having her there was enough for now.

We arrived early to help M get ready. The hotel suite was spacious, with a bedroom just off the open living area. As the guests trickled in, all of them knowing the main event: M was ready to be fucked. Repeatedly.

As the party officially began, M’s boyfriend pulled her onto the bedroom and started throat fucking her without hesitation. He called out for others to join him, grinning as she gagged obediently on his cock. She wore nothing but a harness and restraints, and kneeled no, posed as an open invitation.

Kitten leaned over to me on the couch, whispering, “She’s so brave… totally exposed.” I caught the spark in her eyes. She was turned on, whether she’d admit it yet or not.

We had a front-row seat as M was surrounded men and women alike taking turns, fucking her pussy, filling her mouth, worshiping her like a sex goddess. Despite the chaos, M was totally in control. Kitten admired that. Wanted that, I think.

Eventually, Kitten normally shy and quiet started counting M’s orgasms out loud. “Fifteen already,” she said, then joked that she should’ve brought a dry erase board. Everyone laughed. My shy wife cracking jokes mid-orgy. I was in heaven.

Two hours passed like seconds. Then M took a break, walking the suite like the satisfied queen she was. She spotted me, still seated exactly where she left me.

“You having fun?” she asked. “Absolutely.” “Anyone played with Kitten yet?” “No,” I said, “She’s still just watching.”

M’s smile turned wicked. “Let me go talk to her.”

They disappeared into the walk-in closet. My heart pounded. When Kitten came out, she was blindfolded. In twenty years together, I’d never seen her wear one not even in private. She was a switch with a strong domme side. Submitting like this? Unheard of.

M whispered to me: “Kneel at the foot of the bed.”

I obeyed, taking my place.

Kitten lay on the bed, legs spread, and a man was already kneeling between her thighs, worshipping her pussy with expert strokes of his tongue. I leaned in to kiss her while he made her tremble, and she came again and again.

After her third or fourth orgasm, I leaned closer. “Can I open the door?” I asked. “Let others in?”

“Yes,” she whispered. And that one word changed everything.

The first to enter was a tall guy named “B”. He walked over and gently asked Kitten if she would suck his cock. Blindfolded, still catching her breath, she said, “I’d love to.”

One man between her legs worshiping her pussy, one in her mouth my wife had become the center of attention, and I was the only one still clothed, straining painfully in my chastity cage.

Soon, B asked if she would let him throat fuck her. She nodded. They moved her down so her head hung off the bed’s edge. He began pounding her throat, deep and rough, tears and spit mixing as her hips twitched in pleasure.

I then leaned down and asked her

“What do you want Mistress?” She responded “I want someone to fuck me”

Then the man who had been expertly worshiping her pussy then moved his cock between her legs, condom in place, fucking her while B used her mouth. Kitten giggled as he slid into her throat like it was made for him.

I watched as she was split-roasted cocks in both ends, her body bouncing between them, her moans muffled by the fullness in her mouth. Her blindfold stayed on. She was a canvas for their lust, and she loved every second.

Men rotated in and out. Cum filled condoms. Her orgasm count mounted. She stayed in control, even blindfolded, guiding the energy with her body.

Eventually, R a handsome tall black guy rolled her onto all fours and took her from behind, hard. Her blindfold came off. Her tits swung with each thrust. T, another guest, stepped forward, slowly stroking his cock before guiding it into her mouth. They matched each other’s rhythm, moving her back and forth between cock and cock, like two powerful forces working her from either side.

T and R took their time. Kitten was soaked, overwhelmed, euphoric. When they finished, T bent her forward, face down and ass high, and fucked her slow, then hard, switching between her pussy and throat as if savoring every inch.

I sat nearby, speechless. My wife was glowing used, adored, utterly satisfied.

After nearly three hours, her makeup had run down her cheeks, and her body was coated in sweat, cum, and pride. She looked up at me, eyes heavy, and smiled.

“Kiss me.”

I leaned in and kissed her deeply. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You made my dream real.”

As the party slowed, we rejoined M in the living room. She gave me a wink. “Tomorrow morning,” she said, “you’re going to wake her up by kissing every bruise and worshipping that well-fucked pussy.”

I nodded. “I will.”

Back in the second bedroom, Kitten curled up next to me. I stripped down to just my cage and collar and held her until she fell asleep in my arms, a satisfied mess. My cock throbbed helplessly, still locked up, still aching.

The next morning, I did exactly as I was told.

I kissed every inch of her skin. Worshipped her bruises, her softness, her swollen, fucked pussy. She moaned and smiled.

Then, in a merciful gesture, she released my cage and let me inside her.

“You feel different,” she said, grinning.

I barely lasted thirty seconds and then I flooded her with cum.

She laughed, kissed me again. “Let’s go get breakfast. M’s waiting.”