Expectations

"Hon, what are you doing?" your wife asked when you started kissing her.

"I don't know, Amy," you mumbled, "it...it's just been so long and I...I just thought...you know...maybe we could...just..."

"Sweetie, you know we can't do that, we agree when I started going steady with him that he's the alpha in our relationship and only he's allowed to do that to me."

"I know...I just...I didn't mean that," you said.

"Men like that don't share, love," she said, touching your chest, "besides, you said that was part of the fantasy for you, giving up the right to have sex with me, letting him take care of that for you."

"Amy, I didn't...I didn't mean..."

"We can do the other things," she said, kissing you softly.

"Hon," you were breathing heavily, "I didn't mean sex, I really didn't. I mean, I miss it, I just...I get that's for him, I do. I just wish...I like playing around, I just wish...it's been almost three months since I..."

"Oh," she said, getting it now, reaching down, touching your chastity cage through your pants. "That. Three months since that went on."

"I get he won't let me be inside you, but I thought I'd at least get to...to do something."

"Yea, we...we talked about that," she said.

"The two of you talked about it?" you asked, face suddenly red at the thought of your wife and her lover discussing your masturbation habits.

"Yea, I...I mean...we...he and I...we don't think it's a good idea."

"Why?" you moaned softly.

"Last time you did that you got all moody for like two weeks and I think, well, when you haven't, you're so supportive but when you do, it's like you lose interest and get possessive and we don't think that's healthy."

"Amy..."

"I get it, I do, I mean, I did some reading and it's pretty common for a husband to act like that after and everything says the best thing to do is just take that away. Basically a husband is happier when he's not allowed to do that."

"But Amy, I..."

"He's going to be here in an hour, do you want to keep talking about this or do you want to help me get ready for my date?"

You looked down, felt the cage tighten as your penis tried to swell. "Get...get ready," you said, feeling defeated but aroused at the same time.

"I told him I'm not spending the night, I won't be home super early, but I'll be home so you can...you know...do what you like to do after."