Chastity Night With Wife And Bull

Mark fidgeted in the corner of their dimly lit living room, the cool metal of his chastity cage pressing insistently against his swollen balls. It had been two weeks since Lena, his wife of five years, had locked him up with a sly grin and a key dangling from her necklace. "This is what you wanted, baby," she'd purred, her fingers tracing the pink plastic device that confined his modest cock. Mark had nodded eagerly then, aroused by the humiliation, his timid nature craving her dominance. Now, at their small home party—really just an excuse for Lena to show off—his nerves twisted like a knot in his gut.

Lena, a voluptuous 32-year-old with cascading auburn hair, full D-cup breasts straining against her tight red dress, and hips that swayed like a siren's call, held court on the couch. Her muscular gym trainer, Alex, lounged beside her, his massive frame—six-foot-four, ripped with veined biceps and a chest like carved marble—dominating the space. At 28, Alex was the epitome of alpha: chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and a bulge in his jeans that made Mark's caged dick twitch painfully.

The other guests—mostly Lena's girlfriends—had trickled out after drinks, leaving the three of them in charged silence. Lena's hand rested boldly on Alex's thigh, inching upward as she laughed throatily. "God, Mark, look at this man," she teased, her green eyes locking onto her husband's. "Alex here benches twice what you weigh, and that's not even his best asset." She squeezed Alex's crotch demonstratively, eliciting a low chuckle from the stud. Mark's face burned, but he stayed put, his consent given long ago in whispered fantasies shared in bed.

"P-please, Lena," Mark stammered, voice barely above a whisper, his slim five-foot-eight frame shrinking further. "Not in front of... everyone."

Lena's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Oh, honey, you begged for this. Remember? 'Lock me up and make me watch a real man fuck you.' And look at that alpha bulge—it's huge. Yours? Pathetic, even hard." She stood, pulling Alex up with her, her dress riding up to flash lace panties. Alex grinned, his hand cupping her ass possessively. Mark's cage strained, pre-cum leaking as humiliation flooded him. He nodded meekly, trailing after them as Lena led Alex toward the bedroom, her hips swaying triumphantly.

In the king-sized bedroom, lit by soft lamps casting golden glows over silk sheets, Lena pushed Alex onto the bed and turned to Mark. "Kneel, cuck. Right here, up close." Mark dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, inches from their feet, heart pounding. Lena peeled off her dress, revealing her naked body—pert nipples hardening in the air, shaved pussy already glistening. She straddled Alex's lap, grinding her wet slit along the massive tent in his jeans. "Feel that, Alex? My hubby's watching his wife cream on a real cock."

Alex groaned, hands roaming her tits, pinching her nipples as she unzipped him. His cock sprang free—nine thick inches of veined perfection, throbbing and leaking pre-cum. Mark whimpered, his own caged nub futilely straining. Lena grabbed Mark's phone from the nightstand, unlocking it with the passcode he’d given her. "Smile for the girls, Mark," she said, hitting record and propping it on the dresser to livestream. "They're dying to see my beta hubby watch me worship this alpha dick."

Lena wrapped her fingers around Alex's throbbing shaft and stroked from base to tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum over the fat head while she locked eyes with the camera. "Watch close, girls. This is how a real man gets worshipped." She leaned down and dragged her tongue along the underside, then opened wide and took him deep, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Wet slurping filled the room. Mark's cage jerked uselessly, a fresh drop of pre-cum leaking onto the floor between his knees.

Alex's big hands tangled in her auburn hair, guiding her. "Fuck, Lena, that mouth is perfect. Your husband never got this, did he?" "Never," she pulled off with a wet pop, spit shining on her chin. "His little locked cock doesn't deserve it. Mark, tell Alex how pathetic you are." "I'm pathetic," Mark whispered, voice shaking with arousal. "I only get to watch."

Lena climbed up, straddling Alex again, and reached back to line that nine-inch monster against her dripping slit. She sank down in one long slide, gasping as she stretched around him. "Oh god—so thick. Filling me up where Mark never could." She started bouncing, tits swaying, nails digging into Alex's chest. The wet slap of her ass on his thighs mixed with her shameless moans. Mark leaned closer on command, inches from the joining, inhaling the scent of her cream coating Alex's veined cock.

Alex thrust up hard, hands gripping her hips. "Look at your wife take every inch, cuck. She's soaking me." Lena ground down in circles, clit rubbing his base. "Yes—fuck me like he can't. Make me cum on this alpha dick while he watches." She rode faster, voice breaking into cries. "Recording every second so the girls see how I cream for you." Her pussy clenched visibly around the thick shaft, juices dripping down Alex's balls and onto the sheets. Mark's balls ached inside the tight cage, denied and throbbing.

She came first with a loud wail, body shuddering, walls milking Alex as she threw her head back. "I'm cumming—oh fuck, filling me so deep!" Alex growled, flipped her onto her back without pulling out, and pounded hard, knees hooked over his shoulders. The bed creaked. Lena's nails raked his back. "Dump it in me. Breed your slut wife while my locked hubby cleans every drop."

Alex buried himself to the hilt and roared, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her. Lena moaned through a second climax, legs shaking around him. When he finally pulled free, a heavy gush of white cream spilled from her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets.

"Cleanup time, baby," Lena purred, voice soft but firm, spreading her thighs wide for Mark. "Lick it all out. Every bit of Alex's load. Show the camera how good you are at this." Mark crawled forward on hands and knees, heart hammering with humiliation and desperate need. He pressed his tongue to her messy folds and lapped greedily, tasting the hot mix of her juices and Alex's thick cum. Lena sighed in pleasure, fingers stroking his hair. "That's it—deeper. Swallow it for me." He sucked and cleaned until her pussy gleamed again, then licked the remaining streaks from Alex's still-half-hard cock when she pointed.

Alex chuckled and ruffled Mark's hair once. "Good boy. You did alright." Lena sat up, pulled Mark into a deep kiss so he could share the taste, then unlocked the little pink cage with the key from her necklace. Mark's neglected cock sprang free, purple and leaking. She stroked him exactly three times—just enough to make him spurt weak strings across her thigh—then locked him straight back up with a wicked smile. "Two more weeks, my love. Maybe longer if you're good."

She dismissed the livestream with a blow-kiss to the camera, then curled between both men on the tangled sheets. Mark rested his head on her breast, cage cool against her soft thigh, while Alex's heavy arm draped possessively over them both. Lena kissed Mark's forehead. "You were perfect tonight. Sleep now. Tomorrow we do it all again."