Caught

"This...this isn't what you think it is," I stammered as when my wife walked into the bedroom, home from her business trip two days early.

"Well it looks like my husband and my best friend's husband are dressed like sluts and were making out and about to do some very naughty things. Lisa, is that what it looks like to you, too?"

I heard my friend gasp as his wife walked into the room, an angry look on her face. "Is either caged?" Lisa asked my wife.

"Hadn't gotten to that," my wife said to her friend. "Well?" she looked at me.

"W...what?"

"I found a chastity cage amongst your things, Lisa found one, too. Are either of you wearing them right now?" I didn't answer but the look my face gave us away. "Of course. And where are the keys?"

"Amanda," I said, glancing at the dresser. 

She followed my eyes, snorted, picked up the two sets of keys we'd intended to use shortly after we'd gotten sufficiently aroused. "Well I don't know about you, Lisa, but I don't think mine will be needing these for some time."

Lisa glared at her husband. "Nor will mine."

"Amanda, please, let...let me just go change and we can talk about this," I begged.

"Change?" Amanda said.

"Out...out of this," I said.

"Oh, dear, you won't be changing out of feminine clothes for some time. Lisa, I don't know about you but I'm angry enough I don't want to see mine right now. Why don't you take mine home with you and leave yours here and we can discuss more permanent arrangements later."

"That sounds lovely, Amanda. What can I do with yours?"

"Whatever you want, love, anything you want."