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Emily and I went to a party at Derek’s place like a month or two ago, and it was one of the most surreal and hot nights I’ve had in a while. All of Derek’s friends already know about his situation with Emily at this point, meaning they know he’s been seeing a married woman whose husband knows about it and some of them even know she keeps her husband in chastity. And Emily has met all of them at one point or another. But they actually didn’t know I was her husband, since I’ve never met any of them. The pretense was that I was just a mutual friend of Derek and Emily’s.
Emily got dressed up, of course. She wore this tight little outfit with heels that showed off her arches, hot as fuck as usual. From the moment we got there, she was in full girlfriend mode with Derek, not subtle about it at all. At one point everyone was hanging outside, passing around a bong and just talking, and Emily was sitting right in Derek’s lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. She had her heels on and her legs dangling, and he kept reaching down and tickling her arches really quick, just a second or two, enough to make her giggle and squirm and swat his hand away while trying to keep her composure. Every time he did it, I felt my cage tighten up and had to look away for a second.
The craziest part of the night was that a few times, Derek and Emily would just slip away into his room together for like five minutes at a stretch, and everyone outside knew exactly what was happening. Nobody made a huge deal of it, it was clearly just normal behavior for them at this point, but people were cracking jokes and stuff about it. There was also another couple that kept doing the same so it seemed pretty normal for this group. One of Derek’s friends leaned over to me at one point and asked casually, “You know she has a husband, right? That’s so crazy” I felt my face get hot and just nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’ve heard about the situation.” He laughed and shrugged like it was the funniest thing in the world, and I just took a sip of my drink and we kept talking about something else.
Emily kept finding these discreet little ways to tease me throughout the night, knowing exactly what she was doing. At one point she slipped her heels off and said her feet were killing her, which was a total lie, and asked me if I could rub them for a while. So I’m sitting there giving my wife a foot massage at her boyfriend’s party while she chats with his friends, her soles warm and soft in my hands, and my cage is absolutely leaking. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom a few times throughout the night just to wipe it out because it was getting uncomfortable. She also kept coming back from Derek’s room and finding me to whisper how horny she was, her cheeks flushed and her lips a little swollen, saying things like, “God, I’m so fucking wet,” before floating back off into the party.
At one point she was sitting on the couch having a full conversation with one of Derek’s friends’ girlfriends, legs draped over Derek’s lap while he sat next to her. He was barely paying attention to the conversation, just absently running his fingers along her sole, light and slow, and she was trying so hard to keep her composure and stay engaged in whatever she was talking about. Her leg would jerk and she’d have to pause mid-sentence, clearing her throat or laughing a little too quickly to cover it. I was standing nearby and could see her jaw tighten, and I had to go straight to the bathroom after that one.
Someone made a joke at some point, teasing Derek and Emily about sneaking off every half hour, and Emily laughed and said something like, “Well, Derek locked my husband up, so I have to take what I can get over here.” A few people cracked up, and I just smiled along with everyone else, my heart hammering, the cage straining.
At the end of the night, the party started winding down and it became clear Emily was staying over. I said my goodbyes, acting like just a friend heading home, and she walked me out to my car. She leaned against the passenger side door and started teasing my cage through my pants with her fingers while she talked, squeezing lightly and teasing me about how she was going to change into an even hotter outfit once everyone was gone.
She told me what had actually been happening every time they snuck into his room. Each time, he’d pull her in and they’d start making out hard, and he’d finger her until she was a mess, her legs shaking. She said she kept trying to push it further, trying to get him to just have sex with her right there, but he wouldn’t. He loves dragging things out and making her desperate, so he’d just keep going with what he was doing and refuse to escalate no matter how much she begged. She even tried to pull his dick out to suck it, thinking that would get things moving, and he stopped her and sent her back out to the party looking flustered. She said it happened like that every single time, and by the end of the night she was absolutely losing her mind.
She gave me a long kiss goodbye, gave my cage one more squeeze, and told me not to wait up. Then she headed back inside, and I drove home alone, leaking into my cage the whole way back.