She rolls over and lays next to me, snuggling against me, recovering from her orgasm. Her arm is around my chest and her leg is draped over my thighs. She drifts into a post orgasmic nap while I lay there desperate and horny as fuck. I am unable to move anywhere. I'm just stuck tied to the bed and under the weight of her limbs. My full erection is still pointing straight up into the air, probably with some drops of pre-cum on the tip. My mind races with sexual frustration and desire to grab my cock and start jacking off. I was so hard and so close so many times, I'm just aching. Her wet bush that I can feel on my hip as she snuggles me reminds me of a job well done. And while she did most of the work, I still also feel a sense of accomplishment. Amongst my frustration, I feel satisfaction. We are connected and I really do feel satisfied through her sexual satisfaction. I often feel a release when she orgasms. Like we are sharing the same sexual energy that builds up between us and when she releases, we both feel it. It's not the same as the release of my own orgasm that I so desperately want, but it does feel great, and I enjoy it immensely. I feel so much love and connection towards her.
Usually, about 15 or 20 minutes later she starts to come to from her nap. By then I've deflated enough and my cock is ready to put back in its cage. She'll grab my now air-dried cage and put the ring on. Sometimes she'll give my now flaccid cock one very slow, long squeeze from the base to the tip milking any pre-cum still in there out and then feeding me her fingers to suck clean. This always amuses her. I think she thinks it's kind of funny, but it feels sensual the way she does it. I can't explain it. Then she puts a little coconut oil on my tip. I usually start to grow just a little bit, especially after she just squeezed my pre-cum out, so she'll let go before I grow too much and go use the bathroom and get a glass of water for us. Then she'll come back and stuff my oiled up flaccid member back into my cage and secure it with a lock. For some reason she always gives it 2 small pats when she locks it and says, "There you go," with a look of satisfaction.
Then she looks at me as she unties my hands. "Thanks lover. You're so amazing. I'm so glad you're clean now for another few days." And we both go rinse the juices off and go get dressed.
I'm never sure how to think about it. I mean 3 more days before the next cleaning and I'm allowed out of the cage again is daunting. My cock is already aching for attention. All I want is to get out and get hard the whole time and hopefully cum. 3 days seems so far away right now.
However, I also know that when I am finally let out, it's going to end in such sexual frustration and denial. Even though I know I'm most likely not going to cum, the hope is still there, all the way up to the edge. Then being stuck with a hard cock that is so close to that orgasm I desire, no, that I need, and then to be left hanging, knowing that release isn't cumming after all. That is the peak of my sexual frustration. It's torture. But it's the most delicious kind of torment and for some reason, I love it and hate it at the same time.
But, I don't have a choice. My wife has the key and like I said, in our house, cleanliness is a must