THE KEY
in the evening of the weekend the windy wife gets dressed (SEQUENCE: puts on panties, shoes, fixes her hair/pomade) leaves the house in search of entertainment - god knows with whom: bye, honey, me and the girls went to have fun! clean everything carefully and good luck in your search! (searching? what searching, you ask)?
bye honey, good luck with your chores and your game!
she leaves all the household chores to her ex-husband (STANDS), now the submissive maid
[tearing up]
There is a lot to do (SEQUENCE: unmade bed, dishes, dust), and it is not easy to do them, because he is bound hand and foot (shackles), wrapped in thick latex and therefore not very mobile. Even his eyes are covered with a blindfold (the blindfold).
The good thing is that he has an excellent memory, and he remembers where things stand (things in silhouette) - this memory has been hammered into him by whipping (lying across her knee)
But there is a positive side to what you could take for punishment
[searching].
there is something that makes him look forward to this weekly ritual, anticipate and hope - and you see the wet traces of that anticipation (the dripping)
when leaving, his wife leaves his cage key at home (hand holds dangling key, teasing)
and then, if he finds it, if he manages to unlock himself, as difficult as it is in this position, he can take his returning wife not with that monstrous, grotesque cock (strapon) she gave him, but with his own, so long missed
the key is hidden somewhere nearby, you just need to find it in spite of the blindfold, the restraints and the thick mittens
he has to do all the housework as soon as possible - because if it is not done, he will be punished - and start looking for it (SEQUENCE: washing dishes, vacuuming, sweeping)
he is very diligent and works quickly, in spite of all the obstacles and difficulties
he wins a minute here and there and devotes it to searching, blindly going through all the nooks and crannies (he looks on the shelf, looks in the closet) and worries about two things: that he might inadvertently drop something and hit it with his artificial cock (he hits a vase of flowers with his cock) or that he might not recognize the key when he finally finds it (the mitten looks, the trajectory is shown, the key is left behind)
but so far he has had no luck (calendar, week crossed out)
not once has he managed to find the key (calendar, week crossed out, stack of sheets)
DING! - honey, I'm back - he turns around
though his wife does not deceive him.
[seduction of the returning wife]
Honey, I'm back!
- I hope you behaved yourself while I was gone.
- Today was so much fun, so many adventures, so much romance.
tired, disheveled, enveloped in other people's scents,
she walks past him, throwing off her clothes as she goes (the sequence: she takes off her panties in the doorway) - he follows her, picking up her clothes by ear
she falls into bed and pulls down her panties, lifting her ass towards him (picture)
- but you know I can't get enough
- I want you to fuck me good before I go to sleep. The way you know how.
- Come here, my faithful stallion.
and he obediently goes and takes her as only a loving and passionate husband can.
- oooh, yeah, you're so big (ahegao)
- yeah, fuck me, yeah.
[revealing intrigue]
and for the last time, she cums under him (squirt), thinking about what a wonderful game she thought up, how wittily she rigged the cards to keep the intrigue going for a long time, not to be seen as a cheat and yet not to lose
Did you look for the key? Of course I did, but you didn't find it again, my poor dear, you're out of luck again. Well, next time, maybe...
running her hand between her legs, she strokes herself, wraps her arms around his mighty rubber cock, and reaches further into his miserable, unsatisfied, cage-clenched prick, under which all the time he had left unnoticed...
key. reaches out with her finger, slips it through the ring, pulls it down, pulls it off, clutches it in her palm, shows it in her open palm.