Hubby's Cage: Wife Milks Superior Bull

Mark fidgeted in the kitchen, his small hands trembling as he poured red wine into crystal glasses. The tiny metal cage locked around his pathetic cock felt tighter than ever, a constant reminder of his submission. Lena had snapped it on him that morning with a wicked grin, her fingers brushing his shriveled balls just enough to make him whimper. "Be a good little cuck tonight, Mark," she'd purred. "Jax is coming over, and you're going to serve us like the beta bitch you are."

Now, the doorbell rang, and Mark's heart slammed against his ribs. He smoothed his apron—Lena's idea, pink and frilly—and shuffled to the door. There stood Jax, Lena's workplace superior, a towering slab of muscle at 6'5", his broad shoulders straining his button-up shirt, dark hair cropped short, and a smug jawline that screamed alpha. Jax's eyes flicked over Mark dismissively, like he was sizing up a bug.

"Uh, hi, Jax. Come in," Mark mumbled, stepping aside.

Lena sauntered in from the living room, her tight black dress hugging every curve of her voluptuous body—full tits spilling over the neckline, wide hips swaying, and an ass that begged to be grabbed. At 32, she was a goddess, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. "Jax! So glad you made it," she cooed, pressing her body against his in a hug that lasted way too long, her hands sliding down his back to squeeze his firm ass.

Jax chuckled, his deep voice rumbling. "Wouldn't miss dinner with my favorite subordinate, Lena. And who's this?" He nodded at Mark, smirking.

"My hubby," Lena said, linking her arm with Jax's and leading him to the dining table. "Mark's been dying to meet you. Serve the drinks, cucky."

Mark's face burned as he carried the tray over, his caged cock twitching painfully against the bars. He could feel it straining, the humiliation flooding his veins with twisted arousal. He set the glasses down, spilling a drop on the tablecloth.

"Clumsy little shit," Jax snorted, taking his wine. "This the best you can do, Mark? No wonder Lena needs a real man around."

Lena laughed, her hand resting high on Jax's thigh under the table—Mark saw it from where he stood serving. "Oh, Jax, you're terrible. Mark, pour yourself some water and watch. You're not allowed wine tonight. Caged boys don't get luxuries."

Dinner was torture. Mark plated the steak and veggies he'd slaved over, standing by like a waiter while Lena and Jax ate, their knees brushing openly. She flirted shamelessly, leaning forward so her cleavage nearly spilled into Jax's face. "God, your arms are huge. Do you bench press cars at the gym?" Her foot—bare now, heel kicked off—traced up Jax's calf under the table, and Mark heard the soft scrape.

Jax flexed casually, his bicep bulging. "Something like that. Bet your hubby's never made you scream like I could, Lena."

Mark's cock throbbed in its prison, pre-cum leaking onto the cage floor. He shifted, trying to hide the bulge, but Lena noticed. "Aww, look at him squirm. His little dicklet is trying so hard. Aren't you aroused, Mark? Watching your wife eye-fuck her boss?"

"Y-yes, Lena," Mark whispered, voice cracking. Tension thickened the air like smoke, every laugh from them stabbing his ego.

As plates cleared—Mark stacking them in the sink while they lounged—Lena's commands grew bolder. "Back in here, cuck. Entertainment time."

Jax sprawled on the armchair, legs wide, and Lena didn't hesitate. She straddled his lap, grinding her ass back against the massive bulge already tenting his pants. "Mmm, feel that, Jax? So much bigger than Mark's sad nub."

Mark stood frozen by the couch, hands clasped, watching her hips roll in slow circles. Jax's hands gripped her waist, pulling her harder against him. "Fuck yeah, Lena. Your hubby's got a front-row seat to what a real cock feels like."

"Please, Lena," Mark begged, voice hoarse, his cage dripping steadily now. "I... I can't take it."

Lena's eyes sparkled with dominance. She beckoned him over with a finger. "On your knees, cucky. Time for your treat." Kneeling before them, Mark's face inches from where her dress rode up, exposing her lace thong grinding Jax's zipper. She fished the key from her necklace, dangling it teasingly. "Beg for it."

"Please unlock me," he whined, humiliated tears pricking his eyes.

Click. The cage sprang open, his four-inch cock springing free, rock-hard and leaking. But Lena's touch was agony—her fingers wrapped around it in a feather-light stroke, agonizingly slow, up and down, never enough pressure. "No cumming, bitch. Just edge."

Then she turned, crashing her lips into Jax's in a deep, sloppy kiss. Tongues tangled visibly, moans filling the room as Jax groped her tits, pinching nipples through the fabric. Mark's hips bucked into her lazy strokes, desperation building. "Lena... fuck him. Please, let him fuck you. He's so much better than me—bigger, stronger. Mock my inadequacy, baby. I need it."

Jax broke the kiss, laughing. "Hear that? Your wife's pussy owns you, tiny dick."

Lena grinned, stroking Mark torturously slower. "Oh, I will, cuck. Jax is going to stretch me out like you never could."

She shoved Mark away, his cock throbbing untouched, and yanked Jax's pants down. His massive cock flopped out—nine thick inches of veiny meat, balls heavy and full. Lena licked her lips. "God, look at this bull cock. Mark, yours is a joke next to it."

Pushing Jax onto the couch, Lena stripped off her dress, revealing her naked body—shaved pussy glistening, tits heaving. She climbed on reverse cowgirl, facing Mark, ass cheeks spreading as she sank down. Jax's fat cockhead split her pink lips, inch after inch disappearing into her tight pussy with wet squelches. "Fuuuck, yes! So deep!"

Her ass bounced hypnotically, cheeks clapping against Jax's thighs as she rode him hard, milking that superior cock with her clenching walls. Juices dripped down his shaft, soaking his balls. "Kneel, Mark! Lick us. Clean while I fuck my bull."

Mark crawled forward on all fours, face burying between their joined genitals. His tongue lapped desperately—first her stretched pussy lips gripping Jax's girth, then down to his balls, salty and musky, then the base of that pounding shaft. Lena ground down harder, her ass smothering Mark's nose as she twerked, pussy farting air around the intrusion. "Taste how wet he makes me, cuck! Your tongue on his balls—feel them churning cum for me!"

Jax groaned, thrusting up brutally. "Sloppy little cleanup bitch. Lick my asshole too if you want."

Mark obeyed, tongue darting to rim Jax's puckered hole while Lena's ass bounced inches away, her moans echoing. The raw scent of sex overwhelmed him—her cream coating everything, Jax's musk dominating. Mark's denied cock leaked a puddle on the floor, twitching in agony.

Suddenly, Jax grabbed Lena's hips. "My turn." He flipped her effortlessly onto all fours on the couch, her face towards Mark. Doggy-style, he slammed back in—balls-deep in one thrust, her pussy lips puffing out around him. Pound, pound, pound—the couch shook, her tits swinging wildly.

"Fuck me harder, Jax! Destroy this pussy my hubby can't satisfy!" Lena screamed, eyes locked on Mark. "Tell him, cuck—thank Jax for pleasing me better!"

Mark knelt there, caged again—Lena had relocked it mid-lick—watching the bull's cock piston in and out, frothy cream coating it. "Th-thank you, Jax! Thank you for fucking my wife better than I ever could! Pound her, fill her!"

Jax grinned savagely, slapping her ass red. "Damn right. This slut's mine now. Your dick's locked forever."

Lena came first, body convulsing, squirting around his cock. "Yes! Cumming on superior dick!" Jax roared, burying deep, flooding her pussy with rope after rope of thick, hot cum. It overflowed instantly, bubbling out around his shaft.

He pulled out with a pop, cum farting from her gaping hole. Lena scooped globs with her fingers, smearing it across Mark's lips. "Open wide, cleanup cuck." He sucked greedily, tongue diving into her wrecked pussy next, lapping every drop—salty, creamy, mixed with her juices. She fed him more, straight from her hole to his mouth, until he was gulping it down like a starving whore.

Finally, she snapped his dripping cage back on—his own pre-cum mixing with the remnants—and collapsed into Jax's arms on the couch, cuddling possessively against his chest. Her hand stroked his softening cock lazily. "Mmm, you're staying the night, bull. Mark, your new role is permanent—our cleanup cuck. Jax'll visit weekly to breed me. You'll watch, lick, and thank him every time."

Jax smirked, arm around her, pulling her closer. "Weekly? Make it daily. This beta's hooked."

Mark nodded meekly, lapping the last drops from the couch cushions, his cage slick and full.

But as Jax's smirk widened into a knowing grin, he leaned down to whisper in Lena's ear—just loud enough for Mark to barely catch—"Told you the acting gig would sell it, bro. Your 'hubby' act was Oscar-worthy."