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"I feel like you can see it through the trousers..."
I hesitantly look down at my crotch, then back at the mirror, then back at my crotch. Peter gets up from the bed, only a pair of loose boxers and socks on, and stands next to me in front of the mirror. "No, you can't -- relax!"
He reaches down to adjust some of the fabric between my legs. "See, this cock cage is totally unnoticeable. You can't even see it through your thong!" He giggles, as he cups my crotch with one hand and grabs my right ass cheek with the other. I also giggle in response and, at the same time, feel blood rushing down to my dick, pressure quickly building into the chastity cage.
"Sto-op!" I yelp, somewhat unconvincingly, and I wriggle out of my husband's grip with a smile. "You're making me hard! And I'm ticklish!" I'm used to wearing my chastity cage at this point. We have been using it around the house over the weekend, as foreplay. I've worn it outside, too, on date nights when we felt particularly kinky. But wearing it to work is different.
"You look so hot! I can't believe you are wearing it to the office" Peter says, dangling the small key in front of my face. I can see his shaft just barely peeking out of the front of his boxers. He's clearly enjoying this as much as me.
"It's only a half day, no meetings. I just want to see how it feels." And I really do love the way it makes me feel. Like I can't touch myself without permission. Totally submissive.
"I'll miss you" Peter says as he gets closer again and he puts his arm around my waist. "But I know you'll come back horny, so that's okay." He kisses me, softly at first, then with growing passion. His strong grip is hard to resist.
"I think you should take one more thing with you though..." He flips me over, pushes me face down on the bed and starts unbuckling my belt. "Oh, really?" I ask jokingly, "and what is that exactly?" Soon enough, my trousers are down to my ankles, but I can still feel the thong between my ass cheeks. He doesn't bother taking that off, he just moves the thin white strip of fabric to the side and starts fingering my hole. I am still wet and lubed up from this morning's session.
I hear him spit, getting his cock ready to enter me. My own dick, still stuck in the cage, twitches in anticipation. I can feel the tip starting to push against my hole and, as it encounters no resistance, it slides in in one smooth motion. Before I know it, Peter's throbbing cock is pounding my ass with regular but powerful strokes. Oh, he knows how to top. I instinctively reach down to my own dick, but I'm met with the smooth, cold feeling of the metal cage. The thong is already wet with precum, but my dick is locked up and inaccessible.
Peter's thrusts are getting quicker and he starts huffing, both hands grabbing my cheeks while I lay flat on our duvet. We really are in sync at this point, although something tells me I won't be reaching climax with him. His movements get increasingly irregular, until he lets out a loud moan and pushes his cock all the way in. I can feel it pulsing inside me, filling me up.
His orgasm gradually subsides and he comes down to rest his chest on my back. He's still inside me, still hard. He reaches down to my neck and gives me small, sweet kisses, as we both catch our breath.
"I think you've got everything now" he says and he playfully bites my ear. "You'll need to be careful not to leak through your trousers though... Maybe we should plug your hole -- just to be on the safe side."