Your first sissygasm face

His hands are already on you. Not your wife's hands. The guy behind you, the one whose cock is rubbing right against your plugged hole like he's testing how much give you've got left. Your wife is in front, sitting on the edge of the bed, red lingerie stretched tight across her tits, both hands cupping them up like she's showing them off just for him. The black sheet behind her is the one you picked out last year. Blue pillows still on the bed. You feel the head of his cock catch on the edge of the plug and your whole body jumps. Your wife laughs under her breath. She squeezes her own tits harder, like she's trying to make you watch instead of think about what's happening behind you. The plug's still in. He hasn't taken it out yet. Just pressing. Rocking. Letting the tip of his dick nudge it deeper every time he moves his hips. Your cage is soaked. You came in it twenty minutes ago when she made you watch him fuck her, and now it's leaking down your balls in thin strings. She leans forward a little. "Look at me," she says. You do. His cock pushes again and something different happens. Not the usual pressure. Something lower. Hotter. Your thighs shake. Your stomach pulls tight. You make a sound you don't mean to make. Your wife smiles. Small. Mean. The guy behind you grunts once and keeps the same slow grind, cockhead mashed right up against the base of the plug like he's trying to fuck you through it. Your hands are useless at your sides. One of them twitches toward your cage and stops. Your wife watches your face the whole time. She doesn't say anything else. The feeling builds anyway.