An eventful dinner

"Morning Helen"

Helen air kissed Rachel as she walked in the door to her house. "Hi John"

As I stepped in I gave Rachel the once over. Blonde hair, sexy makeup with light pink lipstick, a skin tight black top that hugged her breasts, sexy red skirt and amazing stiletto heels. As I looked up at her face again she was looking me straight in the eyes. Busted. I have always had a thing for Rachel ever since we met. She exudes sex appeal and always looks like a woman who could match any man in the sack. Not good when you are wearing a cage.

Moving past Rachel I saw Bob embracing Helen. He is an imposing guy, just over 6 foot, broad and athletic. he worked in construction and had made his way to the top with his own company. A successful guy. Helen's face was tilted up towards him as they kissed on the cheek and his hand was resting on her butt cheek. Bit too familiar if you ask me. But what butt! Helen had black heels which accentuated her legs. Then a nude bandage dress that clung to every curve of her boy. The dress was so short that as she stretched up to kiss Bob, I swear you could make out the lace band at the top of what I presumed were stockings.

I turned to look at Rachel who breezed past me, apparently unaware or unconcerned about her husband's hand on my wife. She led us into the lounge where we sat down on a couch. Drinks were served and Bob and Rachel sat opposite. The conversation flowed, but I only partially paid attention as, due to the position I was sat in, I had a near perfect angle to see up Rachel's dress. Distracting. As she moved in her seat, I would get occasional glimpses up her dress. It wasn't that I was intentionally looking, but a guy is programmed that way... you know? Once, I was sure that Rachel saw me looking but seemed to let it go. A relief - being called out would be BAD. It didn't occur to me until we got up to move to the table that Bob must have had a similar view of Helen.

Dinner was delicious. We sat at the table, with Helen beside me, and Rachel opposite. The wine flowed with the conversation and it was all getting a bit louder as we all drank more. Helen was flirting outrageously with Bob just to tease me. It was working. Due to my nervousness I was probably drinking more than I should in polite company. My cock and balls were in pain in my cage.

We were just tucking into dessert when I felt a stocking clad leg slide up between my knees, nudging them apart as it passed. The touch was electric in my heightened state. I looked up at Rachel trying to keep the surprise out of my face. She just looked at me silently with a smile on her face, like the cat with a mouse. Her foot moved along my leg towards my crotch, then rubbed along the length of my... cage!

I saw the look of suprise, which slowly turned to delight. I tried to control my response but couldn't help my cheeks burning red in humiliation. Bob noticed "Ae you alright?"

A cough and dipping my head "Just something gone down the wrong way. Don't worry". Fortunately Bob and Helen accepted this and went back to their conversation. I felt the foot continue rubbing, insistently, creating more pain in my cage, but god I am horny - my wife's hot best friend rubbing her stocking clad foot on my cock. I looked up from my 'coughing fit' to see her studying me, a small knowing smile, watching me like prey. She is one sexy, self-aware woman! I was terrified that she would tell the table her discovery - humiliate me in front of Bob and my wife. She seemed happy to just tease me.

We sat there, drinking, talking, for a good 10 minutes with her foot in my crotch. Making polite conversation, trying to maintain my cool... and only just managing to do so.

"Bob, you and Helen go into the lounge. John will you help me with take the plates into the kitchen? We can bring the coffee in."

I followed Rachel into the kitchen with a sense of trepidation...