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You couldn’t hold it any longer.
You peeped into your bag every few seconds just to make sure it is still there. Looking over to your poor husband who is oddly squirming around his seat, you gently massaged his thigh, telling him to relax, and remember where they are.
You were invited to dinner by your husband’s friends, Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman, and dinner was going on great. It’s been a while since Mike met up with his friends, and you were surprised Mike asked you along. You were actually in the midst of a cold war with Mike because you found him getting too close with a female co-worker. Mike said nothing was going on between them, but you knew it took two hands to clap.
Then, Mike received news from Erwin that they want to meet up for dinner to celebrate Erwin’s new job promotion. Erwin invited them for dinner at the high-end Rose Maria and said it was his treat. Mike knew you wanted to try the food there, so he asked Erwin if you could join.
Of course you were touched by Mike’s gesture, but you were still pissed. You gave him a preposition: you will go for the dinner with him, but Mike has to wear the anal beads that you bought the entire night. Mike was hesitant. He was having dinner with his old friends, and he has to wear anal beads? How is he going to stay and act normal? Yet, he wants nothing more than to appease you and make you happy, so Mike relented.
Dinner went on well, until Mike kept squirming around when it was time for dessert. You knew he was about to give in soon, with the beads stimulating and massaging his rear. You decided to relieve him of his discomfort.
“Mike, honey, I’m going to the washroom. Mind following me? I’m a little sick,” you politely excused yourself, hoping your husband caught the hint. Seconds later, Mike trailed behind you, trying his best to walk normally. You smirked, and dragged him into the male toilet.
Hurriedly bringing him into a stall, you locked the doors, praying hard no one walks in. As soft classical music played in the background, you immediately rid Mike of his pants and boxers, and slipped your other toy on him, earning a moan from Mike. The cock ring you placed on him fit him perfectly.
“Shhh, honey, we don’t want anyone to hear you, am I right? This is Rose Maria, we should behave,” you coaxed Mike, hands going to the string of the anal beads. Pulling out one, Mike let out another moan, and you shut him up with a kiss. Getting on your knees, you lowered yourself on to Mike’s erected member. Swirling your tongue against his slightly dripping tip, you pulled out another bead. Mike’s eyes were squeezed in pleasure, leaning into the toilet door.
“B-babe, the ring…” Mike managed to mutter through the immense sensation he’s experiencing. The beads were stimulating, and the ring was snug against his cock. You never told him about the cock ring - it was meant to be a surprise. “Why, want me to remove it?” You descended down on Mike’s cock, using your hands to massage his balls and hoping that your lipstick would not be ruined. Mike bit on his lip again as you pulled out yet another bead, and he resisted the urge to weave his fingers through your hair. This was a covert affair, after all.
As you continued working on your husband’s aching cock, the beads were about to come out fully. Not wanting the fun to end so soon, you pushed the beads back up Mike’s ass again, causing him to go weak in the knees and he cried out loud. You pumped Mike’s cock a few more times, before giving one final tug harshly and kissing his tip. Thank goodness for waterproof lipstick.
Purposefully putting on the cock ring earlier so your husband couldn’t find his release, you had fun playing with his erection. Leaving the ring still on his cock, you pulled up Mike’s boxers and pants. Fastening his belt, Mike still look dazed.
“Text Erwin and tell him we’re leaving. I’ll remove the toys when we’re back home.”