Coffee

I was just straightening up thing downstairs when I got a text from my wife at about 7am.

"Please bring up some coffee so it's ready when he wakes up."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, heading to the kitchen to make fresh coffee, the rest of the things already set out on a tray. I worked quickly, knowing I'd better follow her instructions and have the coffee in the room before he woke.

But I didn't move fast enough.

When I quietly opened the door to the master bedroom, I expected to see my wife checking her phone next to him sleeping. Instead, I saw him awake, my wife leaning over him, kissing him, her hand running up his thigh headed towards his thick, hard cock.

I tried not to gasp; I'd seen them intimate, of course, but never like this, never this sexual. I'd seen hand holding, kissing, even touching, but never overt sexual contact as I'd always been dismissed.

Tray in hand, I froze, unsure what to do, to say, anything.

Before I could make a decision, she reached him, took him in her hand, and moaned softly. "Nathan, do you know how much I love your cock?"

"Show me," he said.

Instantly, I felt myself swell, or swell as much as I could in the small chastity cage I wore under my uniform. I almost gasped out loud, but stopped myself by taking a deep breath, looking at the tray, and remembering my place.

A sissy doesn't gawk at her wife and her lover, she'd told me once, a sissy maid should be seen but not heard, like furniture.

I turned away from them towards the dresser, set the tray down softly so as to make not a sound, arranged the two cups. 

"Show you how?" I heard my wife's soft voice ask.

I glanced up at the mirror, saw her staring at him.

"With that pretty mouth of yours ," he said.

"And just what could I do with this pretty mouth of mine to show you how much I love your cock?"

I looked down, bit my lip to keep from making any sounds as continued to swell in my cage.

I kept my eyes fixed on the tray, arranging things as if the small, precise movements could drown out the sounds that soon filled the room. In the mirror I could still see them clearly: my wife sliding down the bed, her silk chemise falling off her, her lips parting as she took the head of Nathan’s thick cock into her mouth.

He groaned, low and satisfied, one hand settling in her hair. "That's it…such a good girl. Show me exactly how much you love it."

She hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. I watched her cheeks hollow as she sank lower, taking more of him, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't yet reach. The soft, rhythmic wetness of her sucking mixed with the quiet clink of the china I was still pretending to adjust.

My cage throbbed uselessly. The metal was warm now from how hard I was pressing against it, a constant, helpless ache. I bit my lip harder, tasting copper, determined not to make a sound.

Nathan's eyes opened and found mine in the mirror. He didn't look surprised. He just smirked, slow and lazy, while my wife's head bobbed between his legs.

"You've been waiting for this all morning," he said, voice rough. "Haven't you, baby?"

My wife pulled off him with a soft, wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting her lower lip to the glistening head of his cock. She moved her head slightly, licked it up, then, tongue on the head of his cock, glanced toward the dresser toward me.

"Don't you have chores to do?" she asked.

"Y...yes, Ma'am," I said.

"Then get to them," she said, "trust me, this is going take awhile."