Marcus Watches His Wife's Bull Creampie

Marcus sat in the leather armchair in the corner of their bedroom, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. The late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, catching on the diamonds of Lena’s wedding ring every time she moved. She wore it deliberately today, on her left hand, the platinum band and two-carat solitaire flashing like a beacon. She had chosen a tiny white lace thong and nothing else, her wedding ring the only other thing on her body. Her nipples were already tight, her shaved pussy visibly slick with anticipation.

The doorbell rang.

Lena’s bare feet padded quickly across the hardwood. Marcus watched her ass sway as she practically ran to answer it. When she opened the door, Darius filled the frame—six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, dark skin gleaming under the hallway light. The moment he stepped inside, Lena rose onto her tiptoes, grabbed the front of his shirt, and kissed him like she was starving. Their mouths opened wide, tongues sliding wetly together with obscene, hungry sounds. Darius’s big hands immediately cupped her bare ass, squeezing hard enough to make her moan into his mouth.

Marcus’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He didn’t move. He just watched as his wife of six years greeted her bull with the kind of raw passion she hadn’t shown him in years, and it made him leak precum like a faucet.

Lena finally broke the kiss with a wet pop, lips shiny with saliva. She looked over her shoulder at Marcus, eyes glassy with lust. “Baby… he’s here. My bull’s finally here.”

Darius smirked, one hand still possessively gripping her ass cheek. “You ready for this, Lena? Been thinking about this married pussy for two weeks straight.”

She turned back to him, grinding her naked cunt slowly against the thick bulge in his jeans. The motion made her wedding ring catch the light again and again as her left hand rested on his powerful chest. “I’ve been dripping for days. Marcus has been teasing me every night, reminding me how much bigger you are. How you stretch me open until I can’t even feel my husband anymore.”

Marcus’s voice was hoarse but steady. “She’s right. I want to watch you wreck her again, Darius. Take my wife. Use that married pussy like it belongs to you.”

Lena whimpered at the words. She reached down between them and rubbed her palm over the massive outline of Darius’s cock, her wedding ring sliding along the denim. “Feel how hard he is for me, baby. This is what a real cock feels like. So fucking thick. So much bigger than yours.”