The Man of the House

As she answered the doorbell I strained to hear what was going on. I could hear some distant conversation and then I heard her laughing. Then I heard footsteps on the stairs....oh my god....more than one set of footsteps!
The door swung open and there was my wife along with a young man wearing a utility company uniform.
She laughed again and said, "You wanted to see the "man" of the house well there he is....he's a bit tied up right now so maybe you should come back later."
They both laughed as I blushed deep crimson red and my clit strained in it's cage.