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.

"Oh fuck, Jax! Yes, finger-fuck me like my hubby never could!" Lisa gasped, her head thrown back, collar glinting.

Jax pumped faster, his thumb circling her clit. "Hear that, cuck? She's gushing for a real cock. Yours is what—a pencil dick? Locked up and useless."

Mark whimpered, his own cock throbbing painfully in chastity, pre-cum leaking. "Y-yes, sir... please, give her what she needs."

Lisa's eyes locked on Mark's, wild with lust. "Beg for it, cucky. Tell Jax to fuck me with that massive bull cock."

"P-please, Jax," Mark stammered, voice breaking. "Fuck my wife. Stretch her pussy with your huge dick. I consent... I want it."

That pushed them over. Lisa spun on Jax's lap, presenting her ass to him while facing Mark. "Now, alpha," she begged, voice desperate. "I need your cock. Fill me up!"

Jax unzipped, his monster springing free—ten thick inches of veined black meat, twice Mark's girth, precum beading at the tip. He rubbed the head along Lisa's slit, coating himself in her wetness, while Mark still held her lips apart.

With a primal thrust, Jax buried half his length inside her. Lisa screamed in ecstasy, her walls clenching around him. "So fucking big! Mark, you see this? He's ruining me for you!"

The escalation shattered into raw climax as Jax carried Lisa upstairs to their marital bed—the one Mark and she had shared for years. He tossed her onto the sheets like a ragdoll, her legs splayed wide. "Spread her, cuck," Jax barked. Mark obeyed, kneeling beside the bed, gripping his wife's ankles and pulling her legs apart into a wide V, exposing her fully.

Jax loomed over her, slamming his full length into her in one brutal stroke. Lisa's back arched off the mattress, tits jiggling with each pounding thrust. The bedframe shook as Jax fucked her missionary style, his hips pistoning like a machine, balls slapping her ass wetly. "Take it, slut! This pussy's mine now!"

"Yes! Pound me, Jax! Your cock's so much bigger, so much better!" Lisa wailed, nails raking his back. She stared at Mark, humiliated glee in her eyes. "Watch him breed me, cucky. Your tiny dick could never hit this deep!"

Jax's taunts hammered Mark harder than his thrusts shook the room. "Feel that, beta? Her cunt's gripping me like a vice. Yours probably feels like fucking a hallway. Useless white boy—hold those legs wider!"

Mark pulled harder, tears of shame and lust stinging his eyes, his cage dripping steadily. Jax's stamina was godlike, railing Lisa through two shuddering orgasms, her squirt soaking the sheets.

Then, with a smirk at Mark, Jax flipped her onto all fours. "Suck my balls, whore, while I creampie this sloppy hole."

Lisa dove under him eagerly, her mouth latching onto his heavy, swinging sack, tongue swirling and sucking as Jax re-entered her from behind. Doggy style amplified everything—his cock disappearing into her stretched pussy, her ass cheeks rippling with each savage thrust. She moaned praises around his balls: "Mmmph, best cock ever! Fuck, you're a stallion, Jax! Breed me deep!"

Jax gripped her hips, pounding relentlessly. "Gonna flood this cunt, cuck. Pump her full of alpha seed while you watch. Bet you've never creampied her proper—too quick, too small."

"No, sir," Mark admitted hoarsely, stroking his cage futilely. "She's yours."

With a roar, Jax buried to the hilt, his balls contracting as he unleashed. Rope after thick rope of hot cum erupted deep inside Lisa, overflowing around his shaft, dripping down her thighs. She came again, screaming into his sack, pussy milking every drop.

Finally, Jax pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with their mixed fluids. Lisa collapsed forward, ass up, her creampied pussy gaping, thick white globs bubbling out.

"Clean her up, cuck," Jax ordered, shoving Mark's face between her cheeks. "Tongue-bath that bull cum from your wife's ruined hole."

Mark dove in desperately, tongue lapping at the salty flood, swallowing Jax's superior load mixed with Lisa's nectar. She moaned, pushing back. "Good boy, Mark. Taste how a real man marks his territory. Jax, you're incredible—best fuck of my life."

As Mark slurped obediently, Jax fetched a new collar from his jacket—a heavy leather band with a gleaming O-ring and a tag: "Property of Alpha Jax." He fastened it around Lisa's neck over the choker, locking it with a click. "You're mine now, slut. Hubby's just the cleanup crew."

Lisa beamed, kissing Jax deeply. "All yours, Daddy."

Jax turned to Mark, producing a small metal chastity cage—tighter than his current one. "Lock this on, beta. Edge alone tonight while we go clubbing. No cumming for months."

Mark complied, the new device pinching cruelly as he snapped it shut. Jax and Lisa dressed minimally—her in a skimpy club dress, him in his jeans—then headed for the door, arm in arm.

But as they reached the bedroom threshold, Lisa's phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand. She glanced back, frowning, and picked it up. Her face paled. "Jax... it's from my sister. She says she's coming over right now—emergency. What the fuck?"

Jax's eyes narrowed, hand possessively on her new collar. Mark froze, tongue still tingling with cum, as the doorbell rang sharply...