Cuckold Watches Wife Milk 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."

Lena rolled her hips harder, the thick ridge of Jax's cock grinding right against her covered pussy through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned openly, tossing her auburn hair back so Mark could see every flush of pleasure on her face. "God, you're packing so much meat, Jax. My poor little hubby could never stretch me like this."

Jax's big hands slid up under the hem of her dress, kneading her bare ass cheeks. She hadn't worn panties. Mark's breath hitched as he watched those thick fingers dig into her soft flesh, spreading her open just enough for the tip of Jax's covered cock to nudge her wet slit. Lena ground down deliberately, leaving a dark smear of her juices on the front of Jax's pants.

"Take it out for me," she ordered, voice husky. "Show my cuck what a real man's cock looks like."

Mark's caged dick twitched uselessly as Jax unzipped with one hand. The monster that sprang free was heavy, veined, and easily twice as thick as anything Mark had ever possessed. It slapped up against Lena's bare stomach, the fat head already glistening. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked slowly from base to tip, her fingers not quite meeting. "Look at this beautiful bull cock, Mark. Come closer. On your knees where you belong."

Mark dropped instantly, the frilly apron riding up as he crawled between Jax's spread legs. The musky scent hit him hard. Lena kept stroking, pumping that massive shaft while her free hand tugged Jax's balls free of his open fly. They hung heavy and full, the skin tight. "Lick them," she said sweetly. "Clean your superior's balls while I milk him."

Mark leaned in and dragged his tongue over the hot, wrinkled sac. Jax groaned and thrust up into Lena's grip. She worked him expertly, twisting her wrists on the upstroke, smearing pre-cum down the shaft until it shone. Every few pumps she angled the head toward Mark's face so a thick bead of clear fluid could drip onto his waiting tongue.

"That's it, beta. Taste what a stud produces. You're going to swallow every drop he feeds you tonight."

Lena rose just enough to hike her dress to her waist, then sank down onto that fat cock in one long, wet slide. Her pussy stretched obscenely around the girth; Mark could see her pink lips gripping and fluttering as inch after thick inch disappeared inside her. She bottomed out with a broken moan, her ass settling against Jax's balls—right where Mark's tongue still worked. "Fuck, he's so deep. Deeper than you've ever been, Mark. Stay right there and lick around the base while I ride."

She bounced. Slow at first, then harder, her full tits bouncing free of the neckline. Jax gripped her waist and slammed up to meet her, the wet slap of skin filling the living room. Mark stayed on his knees, tongue lapping the shiny stretch where Jax's cock split her open, tasting her cream mixed with the bull's pre-cum every time she lifted. His own locked cock leaked steadily into the cage, the metal biting as it tried and failed to swell.

"Tell him how good it feels," Jax growled, voice low.

"It feels huge," Lena panted, grinding in circles. "He's battering my cervix. I'm going to cream all over this cock and make you clean it up, cuck. You love watching your wife get used, don't you?"

"Yes," Mark whispered against the wet junction. "Please use her. Fill her."

Lena laughed breathlessly and reached down to cup Mark's chin, forcing him to watch her pussy devour every vein. She rode faster, her juices running down Jax's shaft and onto Mark's lips. Jax's hands moved to her tits, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out. The sound shot straight to Mark's trapped dick.

"Gonna milk him now," Lena announced. She lifted off with a filthy wet sound, Jax's cock springing free, shiny and throbbing. She dropped to her knees beside Mark, both of them facing that towering erection. Her fist closed around the base and she began pumping in earnest—long, tight strokes that made the head flare and leak. "Open wide, hubby. You're the cum rag tonight."

Mark opened his mouth. Lena aimed the fat head right at his tongue and stroked faster, her other hand fondling Jax's tight balls. Jax's abs flexed. "Fuck, here it comes—"

The first thick rope blasted across Mark's tongue and lips. Lena kept milking, stripping every pulse, aiming the next jets into Mark's open mouth and over his face. Hot, salty cum flooded him; he swallowed greedily while she squeezed out the last heavy spurts onto his waiting tongue. Jax groaned through the entire orgasm, hips jerking, feeding the cuck load after load.

Lena didn't stop until Jax's cock softened slightly in her hand. Then she scooped the cum dripping from Mark's chin and fed it back into his mouth with her fingers. "Good boy. Clean him completely."

Mark licked every inch of that spent cock, sucking the head clean, swirling his tongue under the foreskin, then dropping lower to lap the last drops from Jax's balls. Lena watched with shining eyes, one hand sliding between her own legs to rub her swollen clit. "Get me off too," she ordered. "Eat my cream-filled pussy while he recovers."

She turned, presenting her dripping cunt to Mark's face. He dove in, tongue plunging deep, tasting Jax's cum already leaking from her stretched hole. Lena moaned and ground back against him, reaching behind to stroke Jax back to full hardness. Within minutes the bull cock stood rigid again. She pushed Mark aside just long enough to impale herself once more, then pulled him back under so he could lick her clit and Jax's shaft at the same time while she fucked herself to a screaming climax.

Her pussy clamped and fluttered, gushing around the thick cock. Mark lapped it all up. Jax held her hips and pounded through her orgasm until he roared and unloaded a second massive load straight into her womb. Mark stayed in place, tongue working the seal, drinking the overflow that squeezed out around Jax's pulsing shaft.

When they finally stilled, Lena climbed off, cum pouring down her thighs. She sat on the couch and spread her legs. "Clean me out, cuck. Every drop belongs in your belly."

Mark crawled between her thighs and sealed his mouth over her used cunt, sucking and swallowing the thick mixture of their combined juices. Jax watched from the chair, lazily stroking his half-hard cock, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Lena stroked Mark's hair while he worked. "That's my perfect little cuck. Cage stays on tonight. Tomorrow you'll cook breakfast for both of us while I suck him hard again. Understood?"

"Yes, Lena," Mark mumbled against her dripping folds, his locked cock aching with helpless need. He licked until she was clean and glowing, then rested his cheek on her thigh, already eager for whatever came next.