Hubby's Cleanup: Wife Feeds Him Bull's Creampie

I never thought I'd be the kind of guy spilling his guts like this, confessing my deepest, most humiliating secrets to anyone who'll listen. But here I am, heart pounding, cock twitching just from reliving it all. My name's Alex, I'm 28, and my wife Emma—she's 27, with that killer body, long auburn hair, perky C-cup tits, and an ass that could make a saint sin—is the hottest thing I've ever laid eyes on. We've been married three years, and yeah, our sex life started vanilla, but we both craved more. That's how we got into this cuckold thing. It started with fantasies, dirty talk during sex where she'd whisper about bigger cocks stretching her out, making her cum harder than I ever could. I loved it. My dick's average at best—five inches on a good day—but hers? God, she deserves the world. So we made it real. We found Marcus on a swinger app. Black guy, 30, built like a god—six-foot-four, ripped muscles, and from the pics, a cock that hung like a third leg. Ten thick inches, veiny and uncut. Emma drooled over his profile. We invited him over last Friday night for our first full-on cuckold session. I was nervous as hell, but so fucking turned on I could barely think straight.

Emma prepped all day, shaving her pussy smooth, slipping into this skimpy black lingerie set that hugged her curves like a second skin—thong panties that barely covered her plump lips, a sheer bra that let her hard nipples poke through. She made me watch her get ready, teasing me the whole time. "You ready to see what a real man does to your wife, cucky?" she'd purr, bending over to show me how her ass cheeks swallowed the thong string. I nodded like an idiot, my little dick already straining in my boxers. When the doorbell rang at 8 PM sharp, my stomach flipped. Emma bounced to answer it, her tits jiggling, while I hung back in the living room, palms sweaty.

Marcus strode in like he owned the place—and fuck, in that moment, he did. Tall, dark, confident, wearing a tight tee that showed off his bulging biceps and pecs, jeans that did nothing to hide the massive bulge snaking down his thigh. "Damn, girl, you look even better in person," he growled, pulling Emma into a deep kiss right there in the doorway. She melted into him, her hands roaming his chest, moaning softly as his big paws squeezed her ass. I stood there, forgotten, my cock throbbing painfully. "That's my hubby, Alex," she said breathlessly when they broke apart, pointing at me with a wicked grin. Marcus glanced my way, smirking. "The little watcher, huh? Kneel over there, boy. You're gonna get a front-row seat."

I dropped to my knees on the plush carpet by the couch without a word, heart racing. This was it—the moment we'd fantasized about for months. Emma led Marcus to the bed we'd moved into the living room for the occasion, king-sized with fresh black silk sheets. She pushed him down playfully, then turned to me, eyes gleaming. "Stroke that tiny dick while you watch, baby. But no cumming. You're only getting off if you do your cleanup duty right." I fished out my cock—hard but pathetic compared to what was coming—and started pumping slowly, mesmerized as she peeled off her lingerie. Her body was perfection: toned legs, flat stomach, that shaved pussy already glistening with arousal.

Marcus stripped too, his massive cock springing free like a weapon. Holy shit, it was even bigger up close—thick as my wrist, the head flared and purple, veins pulsing along the shaft. Precum beaded at the tip already. Emma licked her lips, dropping to her knees between his legs. "Look at this, Alex. This is what a bull's cock looks like." She wrapped both hands around it—couldn't even close her fingers—and stroked him reverently, then leaned in to suck the head into her mouth. Marcus groaned, threading his fingers through her hair. She bobbed eagerly, slurping and gagging as she took more, saliva dripping down her chin onto her tits. I jerked faster, humiliated and horny, watching my wife worship another man's superior dick. "Fuck her throat," I whispered hoarsely, not even sure why I said it. Marcus chuckled. "Hear that, slut? Your hubby's begging already."

After a sloppy five-minute blowjob that left her makeup smeared and his cock shiny with spit, Emma climbed onto the bed. "I need this monster inside me," she begged Marcus, but loud enough for me to hear. She positioned him flat, then swung a leg over, facing me in reverse cowgirl—her perfect ass toward him, pussy hovering right above that throbbing beast. I had the perfect view from my knees just a few feet away, stroking furiously. She sank down slowly, gasping as the fat head split her pink lips. "Oh fuck... so big... stretching me so good..." Inch by inch, she impaled herself, her pussy lips gripping him like a vice, juices coating his shaft. When she bottomed out, her ass cheeks pressed against his hips, she looked over her shoulder at me, eyes half-lidded with bliss. "God, Alex, he's so deep. Your little dick never hits this spot."

She started riding, bouncing with wet slaps echoing through the room. Marcus's hands gripped her hips, guiding her up and down, his balls—huge and heavy—swinging toward me with every thrust. Her tits jiggled wildly, and she reached back to spread her cheeks, showing me how her pussy was stretched obscenely around his girth, creamy froth building at the base. "See that, cucky? That's how a real cock fills your wife's cunt. Yours is just a joke." Her taunts hit like lightning—humiliating, perfect. I nodded, whimpering, "Yes, Emma... you're so full... fuck, he's ruining you for me." She laughed, grinding her clit against his pelvis, moaning louder. "Damn right. Tiny dicks like yours don't make me cum like this."

The tension built as she rode him harder, her ass rippling with each drop, pussy squelching audibly. Marcus slapped her cheeks red, growling, "Ride that dick, slut. Show your beta hubby what he's missing." She did, throwing her head back, one hand tweaking her nipple, the other rubbing her clit. I was edging myself raw, precum leaking all over my hand, desperate not to blow my load too soon. "You're both so hot," I gasped. "Please... let me taste it later?" Emma locked eyes with me, smirking through her pleasure. "Beg for it, cuck. Beg to clean Marcus's cum from my pussy."

Before I could respond, Marcus sat up, flipping her effortlessly onto her back in missionary. She squealed in delight, legs spreading wide, knees hooked over his elbows as he loomed over her. His massive frame dwarfed her, that bull cock slapping against her clit before he slammed back in with one brutal thrust. Emma screamed, "Yes! Pound me, Marcus! Fuck me harder than my husband ever could!" He obliged, hips pistoning like a machine—long, deep strokes that made her pussy lips drag along his shaft, her juices splashing onto the sheets. The bed shook, her tits bouncing wildly, nails raking his back. I crawled closer on my knees, stroking inches from the action, inhaling the musky scent of their sex.

"Fuck, your pussy's gripping me like a glove," Marcus grunted, sweat glistening on his chiseled abs. Emma clawed at him, orgasming hard—her body convulsing, pussy clenching visibly around his cock. "I'm cumming! Oh god, Alex, watch me cum on his huge dick!" She squirted a little, soaking his balls, and I nearly lost it, begging, "Please, Emma... let me clean you up... I need to slurp his creampie... please, make me your cleanup cuck!"

Marcus ramped up, jackhammering her now, the room filled with filthy sounds—wet smacks, her ecstatic moans, his deep grunts. "Gonna fill this married pussy," he roared. Emma locked eyes with me, her face twisted in rapture. "Watch, baby. Watch your bull breed me." Her words pushed me over the edge of sanity, my hand a blur on my tiny cock.

That's when it hit—the climax we'd all been building to. Marcus buried himself balls-deep, his ass clenching as he unloaded. "Take it all, slut!" Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding Emma's pussy. She wailed in ecstasy, legs locked around him, milking every spurt. I could see it—her lips bulging slightly, excess creamy white seed oozing out around his shaft as he pumped her full. "Yes! Breed me! Fill me up for my cucky hubby!" They held there, panting, his cock twitching inside her, plugging the load temporarily. Then he pulled out with a wet pop, a gush of thick, pearly cum bubbling from her gaping hole—stretched wide, red and wrecked.

Emma sat up smirking, legs spread toward me, her cum-filled pussy on full display. "Your turn, cleanup boy. Get that tongue in there." She grabbed my hair, yanking me forward as Marcus watched, stroking his still-hard cock lazily. I dove in eagerly, straddling nothing but air on my knees as she swung a leg over, planting her dripping cunt right on my face in a facesitting smother. Her thighs clamped my head, ass cheeks spreading over my cheeks, and she ground down hard—smearing Marcus's thick creampie across my lips, nose, and mouth.

The taste hit me like a drug—salty, musky, bitter-sweet, mixed with Emma's tangy nectar. "Slurp it up, cuck! Eat every drop of bull cum from your wife's pussy!" she demanded, rocking her hips, fucking my face with her sloppy hole. Cum poured into my mouth—globs of it, warm and viscous. I swallowed greedily, tongue scooping deep, lapping at her folds, sucking her clit, probing her stretched entrance to vacuum out more. It was endless; Marcus had dumped a huge load, and it kept flowing as she ground harder, moaning. "Good boy... tongue-fuck that creampie hole. Swallow it all like the cum-guzzling beta you are." Marcus laughed, slapping her ass cheek hard enough to jiggle it against my forehead. "Look at him go—your hubby's a natural cleanup slut."

I hummed into her pussy, devouring every bit, my cock untouched but leaking precum like crazy. The humiliation burned so good—my face glazed with another man's seed, wife degrading me while she came again on my tongue, her juices mixing with the remnants. "That's it... cleaner than a vacuum. Your tiny dick could never satisfy me like this." I slurped louder, swallowing the last thick dollops, cleaning her to a shine until her pussy was spotless, puffy and glistening only with my spit.

Finally, she lifted off, sated and smirking down at me. "Good job, cucky. You ate every drop of Marcus's thick creampie." Marcus chuckled again, giving her ass another playful slap. "Damn, that was hot. You two are keepers." Emma slid off me, pulling me up to cuddle on the bed with her, my head on her cum-smeared tits. Marcus lounged nearby, watching as she reached into the nightstand and dangled my new tiny caged chastity device—a pink plastic thing barely big enough for my soft dick. "Time for your reminder, hubby," she cooed, snapping it on with a click, locking away my arousal. It pinched just right, a permanent symbol of my cuckold role. I nuzzled her, eager already. "When's the next bull coming over?" She kissed my forehead. "Soon, baby. Real soon—"

The doorbell rang sharply, cutting her off mid-sentence. We all froze. Marcus glanced at the clock—10:47 PM. "Expecting company?" Emma's eyes widened, a secretive smile playing on her lips as she slipped from the bed, grabbing her robe. "Maybe," she purred, tying it loosely. My caged cock twitched painfully. Who the fuck was it?