Hubby's Collar: Wife Creampied by Alpha Bull

Mark's hands trembled as he fastened the sleek black choker around Lisa's elegant neck. The collar was his idea—a symbolic surrender, a velvet ribbon etched with silver letters spelling "Jax's Bitch." Lisa stood before their full-length mirror in their dimly lit bedroom, her confident green eyes sparkling with mischief. At 32, she was a vision: curvaceous hips swaying in a tight red dress that hugged her full D-cup breasts, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. Mark, her submissive husband of five years, knelt at her feet, his slim 5'8" frame dwarfed by her presence even without heels.

"You sure about this, cucky?" Lisa purred, tilting her head to admire the collar's gleam. Her voice was husky, teasing, laced with the dominance she'd discovered in their cuckold games over the past year.

Mark's cock twitched in his pants, already straining against the cage he'd locked himself in earlier at her command. "Yes, Goddess," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal and humiliation. "I want this. I need Jax to claim you tonight. Collar you as his while I watch."

A firm knock echoed from the front door, sending a jolt through Mark's body. Lisa smirked, adjusting her dress to reveal more cleavage. "That's your alpha bull. Go let him in, pet. And remember—kneel when he enters."