Being Cuckolded #68 Mortification

I was at home, currently filling in some forms for work, idly playing with my pen when my phone vibrated loudly upon the desk.
"You there boy?" It was Bull, I looked at the message considering ignoring it while I was working. I was bored though....

"Yes sir?"
"Good lad, want you to do something."
"What?"

I waited, started daydreaming out the window. I thought I'd do Enchiladas for Dinner, my wife was out shopping with one of her mates, wonder if she will remember onions.

Even though I was expecting a response the ring tone startled me. I checked, it was Bull, he rarely phoned, text messages usually sufficed.

"Hello?" I stopped short of saying it, then folded. "Sir?"

"Alright lad, gonna put the phone down, will leave it on for you, make sure you be quiet and listen."

It was a strange moment, I heard his phone rustle and a thud as it was put down. I pulled mine away from my ear, the sudden loud noise surprising me, before I could figure out what he was doing.

I glanced at the screen as if it would answer the question for me, silence but the call was still active.

This went on for several minutes, I silently listened, trying to make out what bull was doing. Eventually I hear talking, beyond that it was too quiet and muffled to understand. I wondered where he had the phone, what was going on, my curiosity was piqued.

The phone rustled and bull barked again. "Ok lad, don't you dare hang up understand?."

I paused but he was already putting the phone down once more.

I stood up and wandered into the kitchen, flipping the kettle on while I waited. The talking got a bit louder but it... wait no it was getting clearer. I could make out bulls voice, it was still muffled somehow but it was deep enough to recognize. Another voice responded, it was softer, female.

I immediately wondered where my wife was, the sudden realization that he could be with her and she never said anything made me tingle with the spontaneity of it all. My groin clenched and I deliberately leaned my chastity cage into the side of the kitchen worktop. Pressing the phone closer to my ear, trying to understand every muffled abstract noise I could discern.

I'm sure that was kissing.... I wanted to know, to be there and watch. Frustration burning in my crotch.

I heard a moan, was that my wife? it was too garbled to tell.

Bulls growl definitely.... they were having sex, he must be fucking my wife and he wants me to listen. Somehow I'd managed to make coffee while this was happening, one hand holding the phone, crotch awkwardly pressed into the counter top. An odd sensation, slightly pleasurable but also painful as the metal dug into me.

The muffled rustling must be the bedding, maybe the mattress moving. I thought I could detect bulls rhythmic thrusting, I'm not sure I could, but the sounds of it happening in our bed has happened often enough for me to associate the creaking.

Every distorted grunt, moan and ping of the mattress springs conjured pictures in my head as I listened intently. I found myself absent mindedly thrusting my cage into the kitchen worktop. It was a poor substitute but better than nothing. I pictured my wife with bull, fucking together on his bed. She was enjoying him, something about the moans seemed strange, I think the phone must be under a pillow maybe.

There was a definite sound of bull releasing himself, loud, proud, typical. My groin burned, frustrated, needy and lacking attention as I was put in my place. Realizing I wasn't going to get any joy from the counter top....aside from a few bruises, still holding the phone and listening, I reached for my coffee.

At that moment my phone beeped at me, a second call was incoming. I quickly went to ignore it when I saw the number, it was my wife....

I sat down without thinking, putting bulls call on hold and swiping the answer key.

"Hello babes"
She sounded surprisingly cheerful and composed.
"Hi" was all I managed as I processed.
"I'm in the supermarket, do you want red or white onions?"
"White"
"Ok, be home in a few!"

I think I forgot to say goodbye as i hung up, I was confused. Returning to bulls call I just listened, there was talking but it still seemed muffled. If my wife was in the supermarket who was....who was bull fucking?

The phone rustled, whatever was muffling it was cleared. Bulls voice was clear, the woman responding to him was familiar, my stomach twisted and the burning frustration in my crotch died icy cold in an instant.

I hung up.