Caged Husband Watches Wife Bounce on Bull

I never thought I'd be the type of guy to confess something like this, but here I am, spilling my guts about the hottest, most humiliating night of my life. My name's Tim, and I've been married to my gorgeous wife Lisa for eight years. She's 32, with curves that could stop traffic—full D-cup tits, a juicy ass that jiggles just right, and long auburn hair that cascades down her back like a waterfall. Me? I'm your average mild-mannered accountant, 35, fit enough from the gym but nothing special down below. Five inches on a good day, and Lisa's always been sweet about it. But lately, her fantasies have taken a turn, and I've been right there with her, my heart pounding with a mix of jealousy and excitement.

It started with her obsession over Marcus, this dominant black bull she'd been chatting with online for months. He's 28, built like a linebacker—six-foot-four, ripped muscles everywhere, and from the pics she'd shown me, his cock was a monster. Thick as my wrist, veiny, at least nine inches. Lisa would whisper about him while we fucked, moaning how she needed a real man to stretch her out. At first, it stung, but stroking myself to her stories got me harder than ever. We talked it out—no secrets, full consent—and agreed I'd watch from what she called my "cuck seat." A sturdy wooden chair in our bedroom corner, right in view of the bed. I'd be locked in a cock cage she'd picked out special for me, the kind with spikes inside to punish any straining. Humiliating? Fuck yes. But the thrill of seeing her get what she craved? I was hooked.

That Friday night, tension crackled in the air like electricity. Lisa pranced around our bedroom in a skimpy red lingerie set, the lace barely containing her tits, her thong riding up her plump ass cheeks. She was buzzing with energy, snapping selfies for Marcus while I sat on the edge of the bed, my dick already twitching in anticipation. "Baby, text him now," I said, voice shaky. "Tell him to come over. I want this. I need to see you happy."

She grinned wickedly, her green eyes sparkling as she typed on her phone. "Oh, Timmy, you're such a good little cuck. Already scheming to watch another man claim your wife?" Her fingers flew: Hubby’s locked and ready. Come stretch me out, Daddy. Door’s unlocked. She hit send, then turned to me, cupping my face. "You sure, honey? Once Marcus gets here, there's no going back. You'll be in your seat, caged and helpless, while he fucks me like you never could."

My stomach twisted, but my cock throbbed. "I'm sure, Lis. I love you. Make me watch."