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Friday Night

The kids have been shipped off to my parents' house for the weekend and we are excited for a kid-free weekend. As soon as I get home from work I head for the bathroom to prep for the fun ahead. A bit of manscaping, a shower, brush teeth and now to get dressed.

My wife, Diane, had come into the bedroom while I was in the shower and laid out the things she wanted me to wear.

This was looking to be a fabulous start to the weekend. Glistening on the top of the pile was my familiar steel cock cage.

Next to that was new plug. The plug was a bit surprising, as she has almost no interest in playing with my rear, despite my desires.

I finish dressing, the slim black jeans that she says makes my butt look cute and a button down shirt and head downstairs.

When I came into the kitchen and saw my wife, it felt like the cage was shrinking. Between her knee high boots and plaid skirt, I saw my favorite crotchless lace tights. Above the skirt, a top tight enough that I could make out the barbells running through her pierced nipples. I wonder how many people in the restaurant would notice and understand the tiny key dangling between my wife's amazing breasts.

She looked at me and smiled. "Pour us a glass of wine before we go to dinner."

I replied wordlessly by heading to the liquor cabinet and felt a playful slap as I passed her. Grabbing the wine, corkscrew and glasses, I come back to the kitchen island. As I open and pour, I can tell she wants to ask if I'm wearing everything she put out for me. Of course I am, but if she doesn't ask, I won't tell.

As we drink our wine, I sink into the sensations of the cage and the plug. The weight of the steel is tugging on me. The normal feeling of fabric on flesh is missing, so the skin of my penis is on high alert, looking for anything. The best way I can describe it - for the first few hours after I put on the cage, it's like walking through the woods on a moonless night. You reach out with all your senses, listening with your eyes, looking with your fingertips, desperate for any sensory input. Normally after a few hours, she unlocks me and I'm allowed a powerful orgasm; usually we have sex, but sometimes she tells me to take care of myself.

The plug, that's a whole other thing. I'm feeling stretched and full. As I walk, the tip just touches my prostrate. We've never used a plug in me before, so I don't know what she has in mind.

As we're drinking, chitchatting, how was your day, did you see the news,....

And she drops a bomb into the conversation- her friend Cordy might need my help tomorrow. As hot as Cordy is, I was really looking forward to an uninterrupted weekend with just the two of us. But Cordy has had a rough time the past few months. They were going through a rough patch in their relationship and just when they seemed to be getting back together, her husband was killed by a drunk driver.

Wine glasses empty, she tosses me the keys to her car and climbs into the passenger seat. Sitting on the plug is a new sensation. It drives a bit deeper into me, but it's no longer moving from side to side every time my weight shifts. I pull out of the driveway and head to the restaurant.

We're talking as I drive,I'm trying to figure out what Cordy needs from me this weekend that can't wait until for a week. My wife says, "I can't say, just do whatever she needs, ok?"

The light turns red in front of me. While stopped, I turn to speak to her, "I just want to know if I have to bring over any tools or...." and lose control of my body. My eyes bug out of my head and my wife dissolves in laughter.

Slowly, I begin to piece together what is happening. It's not a plug, it's a remote controlled vibrator. The pulsating invader has my full attention, but I haven't decided yet if it's good or bad. My brain hasn't, but my body has. And as quick as it began, it stops.

The light turns green and I slowly start driving. My wife manages to get herself under control.

"Did you like that?"

"I think so," I reply. "I've never felt anything like that before. Mostly surprise I guess."

"The look on your face..." She giggles.

"After the surprise, it was good. But please, I don't think I can drive like that."

At the next red light, she hits me again, but this time I'm ready. The vibrations feel awesome, I think. Certainly not bad, but my body isn't used to these sensations.

Every red light is the same. It's like I've got a subwoofer in my pants. It's hard to carry on a conversation when she can scramble my mind with the push of a button.

Finally we get to the restaurant. I take a few breaths before climbing out of the car, not sure my legs are up to the challenge of walking.

I feel like I've spent to past 20 minutes operating the big hammer drill. My entire body feels like it's vibrating. I touch my ass to make sure the vibe is actually turned off. Now my bum is reaching out for stimulation just like my cock is. My wife grabs my hand and deftly guides me through the lobby to the hostess stand. I'm glad she did because I'm just a bit unsteady right now.

I feel like the plug is slipping out and clench to pull it back in. The clench feels like I've just slammed myself down on a dildo. And now we're at our table, and I slam myself down on the vibrator.

Both feet on the floor, both hands gripping the table, I steady myself. I ask the hostess to bring us two glasses of water, and I'm fairly certain that she understood me. As she turned away, a slow deep rumble started inside me. A moan escaped my lips and the hostess turned around.

She gave me an off look, and turned to my wife. My wife smiled and said something about me being dehydrated from a long day at work. The hostess scampers off and the rumble changes into the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP of a heart beat.

I notice my wife is playing with her phone and I figure out that she's using an app to control the massager. The heart beat continues and I relax and settle into the rhythm. Soon I realize that the cage is critical. If I wasn't wearing the cage, I probably would have ripped through my pants at this point. I'm so engorged inside the cage that I'm squeezing through the bars and can feel my boxers.

Dinner is amazing. I have a strip steak, she has the scallops. And the heart beat continues like Poe's Tell Tale Heart.

The waitress asks if we'd like to look at the dessert menu. "We've got dessert waiting at home." replies my wife.

Thank god the credit card slip had pre-calculated top amounts. I'm in no condition to do math at this point. As I'm signing my name, the heart beat stops.

"I wasn't sure you'd be able to make it to the car." she says. I probably could have, but I'm thankful for the break.

My wife tells me she's driving home and I get in on the passenger side and buckle in. As soon as the buckle latches, she turns the plug up higher than it's been before. I lean back, riding the waves of pleasure flowing through my core. My eyes close and my jaw falls open. I feel my breath becoming raspy and my exhales become faint moans. Before I register what's happening, my wife pulls a pair of pantries from her purse and shoves them in my mouth to quiet me for the short ride home.

When we pull into the driveway she turns it back to heartbeat mode.

"Can you manage to get yourself to the bedroom?"

I start to pull the lace out of my mouth, but she slaps my hand down. I nod yes.

"I'll be up in a minute. I expect to find you naked, gagged, plugged and caged when I get there."

Again I nod and get out of the car.

As quick as I can, I strip off my clothes. Once I've gotten myself equipped the way she told me I take a minute to exercise some initiative. I set the lights to an intimate level and get some music going. I turn the sheets down and decide to kneel on the bed while waiting.

Less than a minute later, I hear her boots on the stairs.

She walks in and inspects me. "You're being such a good boy tonight. I have a special treat for you.

"Now lay down on your back!"

I lay down and see the cage sparkling in the dim light. It catches her eye as well and she grabs my balls. A gentle squeeze feels so delicious. She opens her hand flat, with my nuts between her left palm and my cage. Out of nowhere, her right hand flys in and smacks my cock. My cock doesn't really feel anything because of the cage, but my left nut feels like it just got struck by a hammer. "Fuck!" I scream through the pantries still in my mouth.

My wife climbs onto the bed and lowers herself onto my face as she pulls the gag out of my mouth.

I feel the leather boots across my shoulders locking my upper body in place. I realize she's still wearing her skirt when the room gets dark. Locked in this dark prison, I reach out with my tongue, I finally taste her nectar. It seems the toy has turned her on almost as much as me. Years of marriage have taught me how to please my wife and I get to work. The heart beat rhythm changes to a steady gentle vibration. I'm losing focus on her pleasure as the vibe occupies more and more of my brain.

"Pay attention." she says, and the massager goes still.

As I work her clit, she leans forward to give me better access. Her fingernails drag up the inside of my thigh and I moan into her. I feel her kissing the shaft of my penis through the bars of my cage. She knows this drives me wild.

She raises up onto her elbows and begins fucking my face. I stiffen my tongue and offer it to her like a tiny penis. I don't know why I do this, I know she's a size queen.

"Suck on my clit!"

I do, and her panting slowly becomes grunting.

Grunting turns to a repeated cry of "Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck!"

Eventually, her whole being shudders and she collapses onto me.

"Thank you, baby. Now it's your turn."

She climbs off of me and I watch her strip naked. The only thing she's wearing now is the chain with the key to my cage. She locks eyes with me and takes the chain off of her neck.

She turns away, and hangs the necklace on her jewelry stand.

I'm confused. She said it was my turn. My cock is screaming for release. My ass has been stretched out for hours now and my prostrate is sending waves of pleasure through my body. Before I can string words together to ask about my turn, she picks up her phone and now I understand.

The vibrator energizes with a staccato rhythm that drives all conscious thought from my mind. I lay back and surrender to the sensations. My wife sits down next to me and puts her phone on my stomach. She's watching me and every few seconds makes some adjustment on the phone which changes toy's behavior. After a minute which seems like an hour, I feel the spasms of an orgasm. Ropes of cum pump out of me, and into her waiting hand.

"Stick out your tongue." she commands.

"Nasty boy. Making a mess in my bed.

"You're going to have to clean this up" and she wipes the salty mess onto my tongue and face.

After a few minutes cuddling and catching my breath, she tells me to go to the bathroom and clean myself and my new toy.

I return to bed, wearing just the cage and find my wife gently snoring. I guess I'll try sleeping in my steel prison.