Wife's Bull Humiliates Pathetic Hubby
Wife cheats with hung bull who humiliates tiny-dicked hubby by making him watch and clean up.
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Mark fidgeted in the corner of their dimly lit living room, nursing a lukewarm beer as the house party buzzed around him. Laughter echoed off the walls, friends and neighbors mingling with plates of snacks and half-empty glasses. His wife, Lisa, was the star of the show—her tight red dress hugging every curve of her voluptuous body, the low neckline teasing the swell of her full tits. At 32, she was a goddess, confident and insatiable, and Mark knew he could never satisfy her. Not with his pathetic little four-inch prick that barely got hard anymore.
Across the room, Derek towered over everyone. The 6'4" gym rat was Lisa's latest obsession—a hung bull she'd been flirting with online for weeks. His broad shoulders strained his button-up shirt, and his easy grin made women blush. Lisa had invited him tonight, whispering to Mark earlier that this was it: the night she'd finally cuck him properly. Mark's stomach twisted with a mix of dread and shameful arousal, his tiny cock twitching uselessly in his pants.
Lisa sidled up to Derek, her hand trailing down his muscled arm. "God, you're even hotter in person," she purred, loud enough for nearby guests to smirk. Derek chuckled, pulling her closer, his big hand cupping her ass possessively. "Told you I'd wreck that pussy, babe. Your hubby's gonna love the show."
Mark's face burned as eyes turned their way. Lisa glanced at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mark, honey, come say hi to Derek. He's the real man I've been telling you about."
Humiliation flooded Mark as he shuffled over, dwarfed by Derek's presence. "H-hi," he stammered, extending a hand. Derek gripped it hard, crushing his fingers before letting go with a laugh. "Pathetic grip, little man. Matches that shrimp dick Lisa described, huh?"
The group tittered. Lisa giggled, pressing her tits against Derek's chest. "Oh, it's true. Mark's got this adorable little nub—barely pokes out when he's hard. Yours, though? You've been bragging about that monster all week. Show us?"
Derek grinned wolfishly. "Right here? Nah, let's take it private. Bedroom. Now." He looked at Mark. "You watch, cuck. No touching yourself."