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“Or when youcan’thave sex,” Henry said.

“My husband is being an idiot. Tell him that. You can manage your own cock cage. Or not have a cock cage.”

I smiled, rubbing my thumb over the smooth purple silicone, more intrigued than I wanted to admit. My cock swelled at the thought of being controlled to such an extent, and being controlled by my best friend and his sexy wife.

Well, that part wouldn’t work. I could find a dominatrix to do it. But the thought of letting anyone else have that kind of control over me made me a little woozy. I tuned out Henry and Mari while they bickered good-naturedly about Henry showing metheir sex toys, which made me wonder what other kinds of sex toys they had, which made me picture Mari, cuffed to the bed, as Henry and I tortured her with vibrators.

“Fuck,” I whispered, and my friends stopped arguing and looked at me. I shrugged, meeting Henry’s eyes. For a minute, I imagined what it would be like to say yes, but I couldn’t put that kind of pressure on this couple who meant so much to me. It would change everything, and not for the better. I picked up the cage and stuffed it in my hoodie pocket and stood up. “I think I’ll try it and see what it feels like. In the meantime, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“You don’t have to go,” Mari said. “You could stay for breakfast?”

“Nah, you both have to work today. I’m going to head home to wallow. Or find a Tinder hookup. You never know.”

Mari huffed out a breath, looking irritated, but she gave me a hug, one that lasted a little too long, like she was truly worried about me. No one ever worried about me. When his wife backed off, I turned to my best friend and studied him. Henry hadn’t said anything in a minute, and he sighed, and for once hugged me as well. And shit, why didn’t I let him hug me? It was so good to have his arms around me, reassuring and strong.

He made me feel like I was a kid again, back when he was the only person in the world who mattered to me. I pulled him close and buried my head against his shoulder and breathed him in, the way I used to when we were younger, before I’d started tofeel awkward showing this kind of affection. Henry smelled like he always did, like spice and pine. Like home.

He stepped back before I did, and I ducked my head, not wanting to make eye contact with either of them. Mari smiled and rubbed my shoulder.

“It’ll all be okay,” she said. “You’ll be back to your old fuckboy ways in no time.”

She couldn’t possibly have been more wrong, and I needed to prove that to her. I climbed into my Land Rover, fiddling with the toy in my pocket the whole way home, and when I got to my condo, I couldn’t stop myself from stripping and racing into the bathroom to find some lube. I fingered the little key. A cage to contain my cock. It was crazy, right?

I fitted it over myself, looping a silicone ring around my balls, and pressing myself into the cage part. It looked a bit like a rubber dick, but with a slit for me to pee through.

“This is insane.” And so was talking to myself. I locked the lock and walked around my condo in the buff, letting my body adjust to the restrictive weight of it. I wondered what it would be like to have Mari put it on me, to let her hold the key, and a rough breath shuddered through me as my cock swelled, pressing painfully against the restriction of the silicone. It was too much, and I reached for the key, popping it open and jerking my cock as I imagined being owned by my best friend and his wife.

Or, no, someone more appropriate than that. A hot dominatrix. But every time I tried to push a different daydream into my mind, Henry and Mari kept popping back up,

I was so screwed.

Chapter 3

Mari

“Why am I sohorny right now?” Henry asked the closed door. Jason had rushed out like his ass was on fire, which made me wonder if he’d been offended by the cage. Except that he’d taken the cage with him. Except that the whole scenario had given him an obvious erection. There was no way to miss that because his cock was, well, enormous. A perfect big dick to go with the perfect-looking man. Perfect on the outside, anyway. His insides were another story.

But what had my husband been thinking? I turned to Henry and narrowed my eyes.

“You got out the goddamn cock cage?” I paced over to him, trying not to admit how aroused the situation was making me.

Henry had a wicked glint in his eye that told me he knew I was turned on. I wasn’t sure how, but he always did. “You want to fuck my best friend.” It wasn’t a question, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You shouldn’t be grinning when you say that.”

“I mean, you want to do it while I watch, so it’s good. Kinky. Ooh, or you could take him in your pussy and me in your mouth.” He stepped closer, boxing me in against the wall, and dropped his lips to the spot on my throat he used to get me in the mood. I shivered, his wild words and sexy touch sending me to a heady level of arousal.

“What about him in my pussy and you inhismouth?” I asked, meaning to taunt him, but Henry let out a soft groan, grinding his erection against my stomach.

“That, too.”

“Wait, you want to fuck your best friend? I knew you were bisexual, but…” I trailed off, trying to distract my horny husband, who now had his hands up my shirt, skimming over my breasts.

“How do you think I figured out I was bi?” he whispered, nipping my earlobe. “He’s so hot. Beautiful.”

“You two haven’t done anything…” I trailed off with a whimper as I imagined the two men, naked and kissing, their cocks grinding together. Heat flooded my core, and Henry’s eyes darkened. A knowing smile stretched across his face. He stepped in closer, cupping me between the legs and applying a little pressure, but not nearly enough. I whined my husband’s name, and he laughed.

“No, he’s straight. He’d never. Hell, when we were fifteen, he went through a phase where he wouldn’t even let me hug him because I’d told him I was bisexual. But you’re turned on by that?” The friction of his hand through my jeans was not nearly enough, and I pressed against him, desperate for more. He kissed his way down my throat, nibbling at all the sensitive places as his other hand roamed up my shirt to cup my breast.

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