It's happening once more

My wife had to head off for work early this morning. Once she was dressed, her fingers gently brushed the inner side of my thighs, then moved down to my scrotum and finally to my penis, which was pressing against the steel bars of the cage I’m wearing. She withdrew her hand and began walking away. I asked if we could have sex together. Her answer? “We already did.” It’s day nine of this new lockup period, whose end date is still undecided, and she has me completely driven crazy.