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.