How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 6 - Sex Stories

How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 6

I stood, naked, as I looked down at the cock cage. Then the reality of my situation hit me, and I started to sob, which, if you knew me, was totally not in my nature. I fiddled with it, trying to prise it off, but I soon realised that it was no use. I was trapped in a cock cage, and my wife's lover had the key. I was not going to be released any time soon, if ever. I fell into a state of torpor, and for hours just sat on the sofa, staring into nothingness. Eventually I got up and went to bed. The next morning, I awoke alone. Vanessa had not returned, not that I was surprised, and my mind turned to what she would be doing with her lover. The images running through my head caused my cock to swell, and I was soon reminded of the heavy device around my genitals. I couldn't help the erotic images racing through my brain, and I longed to grasp my cock in my hand and relieve myself. The pain of my swelling penis against the steel cage soon grew too much to bear, so I tried to occupy my mind with other things. I got into the shower, and the water seemed to soothe me a little. Washing around the cage felt a little strange, as was drying myself afterwards. Without thinking, I put on my trousers without underpants, as I had soon gotten into this routine. Twenty minutes later, I went through the front door and off to work. At first, walking and doing stuff with the cage on felt really strange. I was terrified that people would see it through my trousers, but after a couple of hours with ...

... no reaction from my staff, I began to relax a little. I immersed myself in work in order to take my mind off of Vanessa and Rick, and it seemed to work. I think I got more done that day than I had in ages. But no matter how I tried, every now and then a startling image of them together would burst into my mind, leaving me stunned for a few moments. Each time this happened, my cock swelled, making me wince involuntarily as it was gripped in its metal sheath. By the end of the day, I'd got used to the cage, and, apart from the odd image of Vanessa and Rick in my mind, I didn't seem to notice it. It was if it had become a part of me. In a strange way, the weight of it pulling between my legs became something I enjoyed, something almost comforting, like a warm cocoon around my genitals. I worked late, eventually going home around seven. Still no Vanessa. I made myself something to eat and sat watching tv until going to bed alone. The king-sized bed seemed too big, empty of my wife, and as I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing at that moment. Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes as I tried to give myself some sort of relief, unable to access my own penis. I felt wretched as I rolled over and tried to sleep, but it took ages for me to drop off. The next day was similar to the one before, but by Friday, I was beginning to get a little worried. What had happened? Had Vanessa left me for good? Or worse, had something bad happened? All day I fretted, unable to ...