Hubby's Collar: Wife Creampied by Alpha Bull

Mark's hands trembled as he fastened the sleek black choker around Lisa's elegant neck. The collar was his idea—a symbolic surrender, a velvet ribbon etched with silver letters spelling "Jax's Bitch." Lisa stood before their full-length mirror in their dimly lit bedroom, her confident green eyes sparkling with mischief. At 32, she was a vision: curvaceous hips swaying in a tight red dress that hugged her full D-cup breasts, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. Mark, her submissive husband of five years, knelt at her feet, his slim 5'8" frame dwarfed by her presence even without heels.

"You sure about this, cucky?" Lisa purred, tilting her head to admire the collar's gleam. Her voice was husky, teasing, laced with the dominance she'd discovered in their cuckold games over the past year.

Mark's cock twitched in his pants, already straining against the cage he'd locked himself in earlier at her command. "Yes, Goddess," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal and humiliation. "I want this. I need Jax to claim you tonight. Collar you as his while I watch."

A firm knock echoed from the front door, sending a jolt through Mark's body. Lisa smirked, adjusting her dress to reveal more cleavage. "That's your alpha bull. Go let him in, pet. And remember—kneel when he enters."

Mark scrambled to his feet and hurried downstairs, his heart pounding. Jax was everything Mark wasn't: a towering 6'4" wall of muscle, broad shoulders straining his fitted black shirt, dark skin glistening under the porch light. At 35, the dominant bull exuded raw power, his chiseled jaw set in a predatory grin as Mark opened the door.

"Evening, cuck," Jax rumbled, his deep baritone vibrating through the air. He stepped inside without invitation, towering over Mark, who immediately dropped to his knees in the foyer. Jax's cologne—musky, overpowering—filled Mark's senses as the bull kicked off his shoes.

Lisa descended the stairs like a queen, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Jax, baby," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his thick neck and pressing her body against his. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing openly while Mark knelt inches away, eyes glued to the sight.

Jax's massive hands roamed Lisa's ass, squeezing possessively. "Love the collar, slut. Your hubby's got good taste in marking his betters' property." He glanced down at Mark with disdain. "That your doing, little man?"

Mark nodded fervently, his face burning. "Y-yes, sir. For you to... to use her."

Lisa laughed, a sultry sound that made Mark's caged dick ache. She led Jax to the living room couch, pushing him down with a playful shove. Straddling his lap, she ground her hips against the growing bulge in his jeans, her dress riding up to expose lace panties. Jax's hands stroked her creamy thighs, inching higher, while Lisa flirted shamelessly.

"You're so much bigger than my pathetic hubby," she murmured, nipping Jax's earlobe. "Feel how wet I am already? Mark could never get me this soaked."

Mark knelt on the floor beside them, hands clasped behind his back as instructed, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The tension was electric—Lisa's moans as she dry-humped Jax's lap, the bull's fingers tracing teasing circles on her inner thighs, so close to her heat. Jax locked eyes with Mark, smirking. "Watch close, beta. This is how a real man handles your wife."

The air thickened with anticipation, Lisa's grinding growing more frantic, her breaths hitching. Jax's bulge was enormous, straining like a beast ready to unleash.

Jax's patience snapped first. With a growl, he gripped Lisa's dress zipper and yanked it down, peeling the fabric off her shoulders. Her heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already hard peaks begging for attention. The dress pooled at her waist, revealing her black lace bra and matching thong. Lisa arched into him, moaning as Jax's mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other.

"Strip her fully, cuck," Jax commanded without looking at Mark. "Show me what I'm working with."

Humiliation burned through Mark, but his arousal overrode it. He crawled forward on hands and knees, fingers fumbling with Lisa's bra clasp. It sprang open, and he eased it off, her tits bouncing free. Then, heart hammering, he hooked his thumbs into her panties and tugged them down her thighs, exposing her shaved pussy, already glistening with need.

Lisa stepped out of the ruined dress and panties, now naked save for the choker, her body a feast of curves. Jax leaned back, eyes devouring her. "On my lap, slut. Spread for me."

She obeyed, facing him, knees on either side of his hips. Jax's thick fingers delved between her legs, but he paused, glancing at Mark. "Hold her panties aside, cuck. No—use your hands. Spread that married cunt for your superior."

Mark's face flamed as he reached up, his small hands parting Lisa's slick folds. Her pussy lips were puffy, dripping honey onto Jax's jeans. Jax plunged two fingers inside her without mercy, curling them against her G-spot. Lisa cried out, bucking against his hand, her juices coating Mark's fingers as he held her open.