Hubby's Cage: Wife Drains Alpha Stud

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."