Being Cuckolded #62 When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!

I opened my eyes, still sleepy as the morning sunlight pierced in through the curtains. As if on cue I could hear my wife responding to Magnus in the main bedroom, through the adjoining wall. They were clearly fucking, I briefly wondered how long had it been happening while I lay oblivious, fast asleep.

I sat at the edge of the bed, scratching my chest and yawning. There was a crescendo of groaning and moaning, he was cumming into my wife. Powerful thrusts, she could feel him more intimately than she ever felt me, I imagined how she received him, legs open perhaps, or wrapped around him gratefully, as he pumped his black balls up inside her.

They fell silent, I imagined them holding each other, my hand absent-mindedly drifting down to the steel encasing me. My groin whimpering as I rubbed a finger tip through the bars. Trying to remember how my wife feels. The throbbing, aching feeling of frustration made me tingle, imprisoned, denied what was happening so closely to me.

The main bedroom door opened and somebody walked into the bathroom, I withdrew from trying to play with myself just as the aching within my groin translated into a sudden urge to pee. I sat there as I listened to the shower.. it really wasn't helping. After ten minutes of waggling my knees side to side and rocking on the bed I couldn't hold it any longer, I had to go.

I quickly tapped on the bathroom door, repeating louder. The door was opened by Magnus, water dripping from his face, seemingly surprised to see me standing there, naked. Great... it couldn't have been my wife, no I had to be desperate to pee in front of this guy.

"Sorry sir, I need to use the toilet." I felt like a naughty schoolboy in my own home.
"Ok" He let go of the door and switched the shower back on.

I walked over to the toilet and lifted up the seat. Then hesitated... I have to sit down to pee. There is a catheter in the cage but it dribbles out all over the place if I don't. I stood there for a few seconds...desperate but also wrestling with my desire to stay standing in front of him. He was just over my left shoulder in the shower, I swear I could feel his eyes burning into the back of me. I daren't look.

With my face red I spun about and sat down on the toilet. There was a clunk as I caught the front lip of the seat. Nothing.... my groin was burning, my face was burning... yet nothing. I stared at my feet, twiddling my thumbs, terrified to look up for fear of meeting Magnus' gaze down at me. Any second now...

Finally after what felt like forever I released, flowing out of my cage in a spray. At the same moment Magnus switched the shower off and I clenched up mid stream at the sudden silence. No no no, turn it back on! I sprayed briefly again, not enough to relieve the aching. He opened the shower screen and stepped out to my right. Reaching in front of me at the towel rail... I sprayed a little more and then clenched. I knew he was standing there...naked, muscled, hung, looking down at me as he rubbed the towel over his body.

I swear he snorted, wandering back into the bedroom showing me his black ass as he left. Maybe he didn't, maybe it was all in my head. Useless cuck can't fuck his wife, can't even piss like a man. Nobody said it but the thought was in my head as he shut the bedroom door.

Just as I relaxed enough to finish peeing, my wife burst out laughing in the bedroom. I wonder what he said.....