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After four days in the lock, my wife wandered into our bedroom to undo me and began shedding her clothes. She mentioned it was best to take off the cage while I still could. I scrambled out of it and started standing up when she flopped onto her stomach—her signal for a back rub. Before long, she was purring with pleasure as my shaft slid between her thighs at her entrance, rock hard. She rolled over so I could attend to her front side until we settled into something resembling an upside-down 69 position, though offset slightly so she had easy access to all of me while taking what she wanted in return. We both kept climaxing; honestly, I lost track of how many times—and so did she. She continued pulling and squeezing my balls, using one finger to stroke up, down, and around the head until I reached my limit, leaking profusely just like her. When she twisted slightly, I pushed in deep and held still until control returned to me. Then I began a slow, steady rhythm, trying hard not to finish too soon. She teased that we could stop if I wanted, but then turned fierce, dragging her nails down my back while playing with my nipples. It didn’t take long for things to escalate past the point of no return. We rolled over so she ended up on top and rode me until she climaxed once more, sitting there catching her breath as I waited for sensation to return to my legs. She sent me off for a drink while she smoked, placing my cage atop my chest before locking it back in place. When morning came, I felt twice as lustful as after the previous week’s confinement. It’s been two days since then; I haven’t lost much tension down there, but wow, am I horny right now.