I adjusted my tie as my water bottle filled from the cooler before placing it back on the large wooden desk in my corner office.

Although it was mid morning, I’d sucked back enough water to need to use the bathroom, checking it was empty before heading into the stall, sitting down.

It was embarrassing and nobody would have guessed. Being a high profile manager and still relatively young, I worked hard and rose through the ranks, backed by a supportive wife.

Or so it seemed.

I glanced down and my shaven pubis, my cock and balls caged in a stainless steel chastity cage. I tried to focus, knowing full well that at this moment my wife was likely getting railed one last time by her bull before they checked out of their hotel, a 5 start hotel that I had naturally paid for when I knew he would be in town.

As I returned to my desk, my phone vibrated and I checked her message.

‘Hey husband. Such a fun night. Lost count of how many times I came! We are just checking out now and I’m heading home for a nap… didn’t get a lot of sleep last night hehehe. Thank you for paying for the hotel. I appreciate and love you’

I grunted to myself.

‘I love you too, glad you had fun. I just wish I was there to clean you up! Works boring too I should have snuck away!’

I focused back on my tasks, tapping away at my computer when about half an hour later the receptionist, Bianca, a 18 year old cute little blonde button, appeared at my door.

“Your wife is here to see you, Mr Johnston…” she said with a smile.

Trying not to act surprised, I asked  Bianca to show her in.

“Hello” chimed my wife as she closed the door behind her. “I like that one” she said nodding to Bianca as she walked back down past the glass wall to reception.

“She told me I had nice skin” wifey said. “I didn’t have the heart to tell her it was because I’d smeared the cum from a 10 inch fat cock that was attached to a chiseled Greek god all over it this morning…”

I winced as my member tried to harden in its cage, causing pain and frustration. It had been two weeks since I had cum and it was difficult.

“What… what are you doing here?” I stammered. “Apart from torturing me…”

She smiled, moving to position herself behind the bookshelf so she wasn’t visible through the glass window. I was nervous and freaking out slightly.

“Well…” she started. “After what you said, I figured you would want a taste…”

“I can’t do that!” I hissed. “Not here!”

“I know” she smiled, devils dancing in her eyes. She reached up her skirt and dropped her black lace panties to the floor. Even from across the room I could tell they were soaked but as she picked them up she lifted her skirt slightly and rubbed them deeply along her slit. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the taste…”

Walking across to my desk, she removed the lid from my drink bottle, dropping them inside before replacing the lid and swirling the contents.

“Drinks are on me!” She winked, turning to walk out the door. “Catch you at home, honey!”