Mike got himself dressed, dressing as Megan and Leo had both instructed him the previous night. He slipped on the lace top under his blue pressed shirt, the tight lace bra, hiding under his suit trousers, the panties that were more than a size too small, his cock squeezed inside.

Leo and Megan were still asleep on the bed, sound in each other's bodies; they had fucked all night with Mike on the floor, keeping him awake all night.

Looking at himself nervously in the full-length mirror, he could notice the lines of the bra under the shirt, but his more pressing concern was the small remote plug they had insisted he wore, held in by the tight panties.

The foreign object alien inside his ass, a constant reminder of his wife and her lover's command. He remembered their words from the night before, "Do not remove this without permission. You will not touch yourself without permission." He had nodded.

Mike put on his suit jacket; he could feel the panties cutting tighter, the plug only shifting slightly, a small measure of discomfort. He looked at himself again in the mirror, the reflection not one he appreciated, but he felt a different feeling stirring inside. He ran his hand over the front of his jacket, trying to detect the lines of the bra. He felt like a freak, a pervert, dressed this way, with that thing in his ass. But he didn't dare disappoint the sleeping lover's orders.

He looked away from the mirror, his eyes falling on the bed. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He didn't want to leave them like this; he didn't want to leave the house like this. But he had to go to work, had to face the world dressed like this, and had to carry this secret shame through his day; he picked up the remote from the bedside stand and slipped it into his top pocket before quietly leaving them asleep.

***

Mike got out of his car in the work car park, still feeling exposed, every step a reminder of what he had done, what he had allowed to be done to him. He adjusted his jacket. The panties were too tight and too small, and the plug inside him was uncomfortable with each step. He felt a blush rising to his face as he walked, his head down. He didn't want to see anyone and didn't want anyone to know his secret shame.

He slipped into the building, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled out his ID card to swipe the door open. The security guard, a middle-aged man with a bushy moustache, looked up as Mike passed by.

"Morning, Mike," he said.

Mike felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment. "Morning,"

Once inside, he let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He made his way to his office, trying to act normal. Trying not to draw attention to himself, he reached his office, closed the door behind him, and let out a sigh of relief before taking a seat. He could feel the plug pushing inside him, shifting in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but there was none.

Mike had gone about his day as best he could; he avoided meetings and took calls and emails. Around mid-morning in a meeting in his office he could not avoid, two young office girls sat in a professional capacity over the desk from him; his personal phone rang. Seeing it was his wife, he said, "Sorry, ladies, personal call. Can we give it fifteen minutes and resume?" Mike waited for the girls to close the door, and he answered it.

"You took your time, Pussy-boy!" His wife's voice was harsh but also playful.

"Sorry," he apologised.

"We just woke up and wanted a little fun," Megan said.

"You're in the office, right?" Leo asked.

Mike could hear Megan giggling and knew he was on speaker.

"Yes," he replied, his heart pounding. "Alone, I bought fifteen minutes before the meeting restarts."

"Good… Now take out your headphones so no one else hears, and you may switch on your plug." Megan told him.

Mike swallowed hard, looking around the empty office. He pressed the earphones into his ears, and then he pressed the button on his plug.

"Hey, pussy-boy," Leo greeted, his voice filled with amusement. "Is it on?"

Megan laughed.

"Yes," Mike could tell they were close to each other, a sense that he was taking her.

"I woke up so horny; do you want to hear how Leo fucks me, how I get off for a real man?" Megan told him over the phone.

"Please," Mike replied, his voice thick with lust.

"Just listen, and don't you dare touch yourself," she commanded. "Leo really wore me out last night, but I'm ready for more. I love that big cock of his."

Mike's cock throbbing painfully in the tight panties. He couldn't respond; couldn't do anything but listen.

"Leo is just so fucking big; I love his big dick. I have it in my hand right now; I can feel the power in it." Megan moaned softly into the phone.

Mike could picture it clearly: Megan on her knees, Leo towering over her, his cock in her hand, her legs spread wide, her breath coming in short gasps.

"He's so fucking thick, Mike. I can barely get my hand around him. It's like trying to wrap my fingers around a fucking tree trunk," Megan went on, her voice a low moan. "He's just so big and beautiful. So fucking gloriously thick."

Mike really struggled not to reach down and release his own bulge.

"I want to take him in my mouth again," Megan moaned into the phone. "Fuck, I can taste myself from last night all over him. It's so fucking good."

Mike could hear the slurping.

"That's it, baby. Suck that big cock like the good little cheating wife you are," Leo groaned.

The phone's speaker picked up the wet sounds of Megan slurping and sucking.

"Yum, so nice; now I want you to fuck me again." Megan said breathlessly.

Mike heard the bed creak.

"I'm lying on our bed, my legs wide, just waiting on Leo to spread my lips apart and slip that fat cock inside me," Megan moaned over the phone. "I'm so fucking wet for him. I can feel my pussy juices running down my thighs already, ohhh."

"Fuck, baby, your pussy really is so wet for me," Leo groaned.

Mike could hear Leo begin to fuck his wife.

Each thrust of Leo's hips echoed through the phone, Megan's moans growing louder with each pound. The bed creaked, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Mike could picture Leo's powerful hips driving into his wife, her body writhing and bucking beneath him.

"Fuck, Leo, your cock feels so good inside me," Megan moaned, her voice breathless and desperate. "Fuck me harder, baby. I want to feel you deep inside me."

Leo groaned and complied, his thrusts turning into fierce, pounding motions.

Mike listened in to his wife getting pumped while he was at work.

She begged Leo, "Please, I want your cum inside me, Leo. I want you to fill me with your hot, creamy load." The phone's speaker picked up the sounds.

"You want my cum, baby?" Leo groaned; his voice ragged with exertion. "You want me to fill that pretty little pussy of yours with my seed?"

Mike had to wait, had to listen to his wife's pleasure, and had to endure this sweet, agonising torment.

Megan whimpered, "Yes, oh god, yes. I want your cum, Leo."

Mike heard Megan whimper, "Yes, oh god, yes," before Leo grunted loudly, the sound of his thrusts becoming erratic and forceful. "Here it comes, baby. Take my cum."

Mike could picture Leo's face contorted with pleasure, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Megan. He imagined the look of ecstasy on Megan's face as she took every drop, her body convulsing with her own orgasm as she felt the warmth of Leo's cum filling her.

Mike listened in to the silence on the line; he was so turned on by what Megan was doing but couldn't take advantage.

"Did you enjoy that, pussy-boy?" Megan asked, her voice breathless and taunting. "Did you like hearing how Leo fucks me better than you ever could?"

Mike's heart pounding in his chest. The plug inside him was still humiliating, but also of his arousal at hearing his beautiful wife being fucked. He could feel his cock straining against the tight panties, desperate for release. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I enjoyed it."

Leo and Megan chuckled in the background.

Mike felt a wave of shame wash over him, but it was mixed with a dark, twisted pleasure.

He could feel the humiliation of his situation, the degradation, and yet, there was a part of him that craved it.

Leo chuckled, his voice low and sexy. "Good boy. You know what? I think it's time you had a little fun too, don't you, Megan?"

Megan sighed contentedly, "Yes. You've been such a good pussy-boy. You deserve a little reward."

Mike felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He was desperate to touch himself, to find some release from the tight panties and the plug that was still humming deep inside him. He had never felt so desperate in his life.

He could feel his cock throbbing, trapped in the tight panties. begging for release. Megan’s voice was a sweet, sweet sound in his ear. "You deserve to cum. I give you permission to touch yourself, to cum all over yourself, and then wear it during your meeting. You’re going to be a dirty, cum-covered pussy-boy for that meeting."

Mike’s heart raced at the thought. The humiliation of it, the depravity of it, was almost too much to bear. But the arousal was overwhelming, and he knew he couldn’t resist. He had unfastened his trousers, the tight panties tucked under his balls, and he began to pump his meat upon permission.