Part six - the morning after
I awoke to feel a sharp pain once again in my balls and it took me a moment to remember that I was still in the chastity cage and my cock was trying to get hard once again. I'd been woken up a couple of times during the night with the same pain and it took a few minutes to gather my thoughts and let the pain subside.
The room next door was silent as I got out of bed and made my way into the hall. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I approached the bedroom door and it stopped me dead in my tracks. I looked like a mess in a disheveled maid uniform that I had been too tired to take off the night before. From our previous games, I knew that my wife/Mistress wouldn't be happy if I took it off without her direct permission and I was still locked into the collar and the high heels anyway. One of my fishnet stockings had unclipped from my garter belt overnight and it was hanging down around my ankle. I instinctively pulled it up and re-fastened it while trying to straighten out the rest of my outfit.
I headed downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee and have a bit of breakfast, flicking on the TV just like any other weekend. It felt a bit strange to be doing something so normal given what had happened the night before and what was still to come. I finished eating, cleared away the dishes and had been sitting on the couch watching the news when I got a text from my wife. She told me that they would like to have a spot of breakfast in bed.
I quickly put some breakfast together and a new pot of coffee and carefully headed upstairs with it all nicely laid out on a tray. There were some muffled noises coming from the bedroom but I couldn't quite make out what was going on and it clearly wasn't the noisy, animalistic fucking I had heard last night.
My hands were full with the tray so I knocked lightly on the door by kicking it with the tip of my shoe. It took a few seconds but then I heard my wife tell me to enter. I couldn't open the door handle while my hands were full, so I carefully placed the tray on the floor so I could turn the handle and let the door swing open while I quickly picked up the tray and hurried inside.
I was so focused on the tray and making sure I didn't hit the door and spill everything that I didn't actually notice the situation until I was a few steps into the room. I froze in my tracks and just stood there, open-mouthed as I took in the scene.
My wife was completely naked and was kneeing on the bed facing the door, I could see Brian's legs & feet and I just stood watching my wife ride him, reverse cowgirl style. She was moving slowly with her eyes closed as if she was enjoying every inch, every vein, every movement to the absolute maximum. The thin sheen of sweat on her body told me she must have been doing this for a while and it was really doing the job for her. I must have been stood there watching for a couple of minutes as she would slowly rise up squeezing gently at the top before sliding back down to be completely impaled on Brian's cock and rotating her ass around to savour that completely full feeling she had.
Eventually her eyes opened and she saw me standing there and cracked a smile, telling me to put the tray down on the dresser and tidy the room up while they finished off. I looked around the room and saw what she was talking about, it was a bit of a mess with clothes everywhere that had clearly been removed and thrown around in a hurry. I set about picking up the clothes, starting with my wife's dress, which I hung back on a hanger ready to take to the cleaners. The rest of her naughty outfit went straight into the laundry basket. I then picked up his clothes and folded them neatly on the chair ready for when he was done.
Throughout this I kept a close eye on what was happening on the bed. They had clearly both decided to step up from the enjoyable but gentle riding and Brian had adjusted my wife into a squatting position with her feet on the bed, she lent back and placed her hands on his chest and began bouncing on his cock faster and more aggressively while he began to fondle her breasts, squeezing them in his big hands and playing with her sensitive nipples.
I could tell from both of their breathing that they were approaching a big orgasm as I finished folding the last of Brian's clothes and began to pick up the discarded condom wrappers and used condoms that had been thrown onto the floor. My wife looked up, panting hard from arousal and her increased activity. "Dammit slave, stop playing with Brian's used condoms and get over her to do something useful".
I was immediately embarrassed again, I felt my face flush a fresh shade of red and felt my cock pulse again in its cage. She knew how to push my buttons and get me all hot & bothered, even more than I already was. I wrapped the condoms in a tissue and dropped them in the bin quickly making my way over to the bed. It turns out 'making myself useful' consisted of trying to lick my wife/Mistress' clit while she was bouncing on top of Brian. This was much more tricky than it sounds trying to time the right rhythm and hit the right spot, but I think I managed ok and drew some appreciative moans from my wife.
She pushed me away as the lovers were approaching climax and I was kneeling at the end of the bed with a great view as they both came hard. Her with a scream & body shakes I had never seen before, and him with a deep growl as his hands moved to her hips keeping himself buried deep inside her as he filled yet another condom.
They both collapsed back on the bed for a few minutes and I had no idea really what to do other than keep kneeing and wait for orders. They soon came. My wife was now ready for breakfast so I brought the tray over while she carefully removed Brian's condom.