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.

Jax curled his fingers deeper, pumping hard while Mark kept Lisa's folds spread wide. Her moans spilled out louder with every thrust of those thick digits, hips rocking shamelessly against the bull's hand. Slick coated Mark's palms, dripping down his wrists as he held her open for the superior man claiming her.

"That's it, whore," Jax growled around her nipple, teeth grazing the stiff peak. "Milk my fingers like you'll milk my cock. Your beta's never hit that spot, has he?"

Lisa shook her head wildly, auburn hair whipping. "Never—oh fuck—only you, Jax. Mark's tiny dick couldn't reach if he tried." Her green eyes locked on her kneeling husband, glittering with cruel delight. "Look at him holding me open. Such a good little cuck."

Mark's caged cock throbbed uselessly, precum leaking into the metal as he watched Jax add a third finger. Lisa's pussy stretched around them, wet sounds filling the living room. Jax crooked his fingers again and Lisa shattered, crying out as her walls clamped down. Juices squirted onto Mark's hands and Jax's jeans. She rode the orgasm through, grinding harder until her thighs trembled.

Jax pulled his fingers free, glistening, and shoved them toward Mark's mouth. "Clean them, pet. Taste how wet your wife gets for real cock."

Mark leaned in obediently, sucking the thick digits clean, tongue swirling over every drop of Lisa's cream. The musky sweetness flooded his senses, humiliation and lust twisting tighter in his gut. Jax chuckled darkly and withdrew his hand.

"Good boy. Now get that zipper down and free me. Time your collared slut earned her keep."

Mark's fingers shook as he worked open Jax's fly. The bull's cock sprang free—long, thick, veined, the dark head already shiny with precum. It looked massive compared to anything Mark had ever offered Lisa. He stared, mouth watering, while Lisa eyed it hungrily from her perch.

"Jesus, it's even bigger than last time," she breathed. She lifted up, positioning herself. Mark still held her open as Jax gripped his base and notched that fat head against her entrance.

"Watch, cuck," Jax ordered. He thrust up hard. Lisa's pussy stretched obscenely around the thick invasion, taking inch after inch until he bottomed out with a wet slap. She screamed in pure pleasure, nails digging into Jax's shoulders. Mark's hands stayed locked on her, feeling the heat and stretch of her stuffed cunt from the outside.

Jax didn't give her time to adjust. He gripped her hips and bounced her on his cock like she weighed nothing, pistoning up into her with powerful strokes. Each thrust made her tits bounce wildly. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with Lisa's filthy moans.

"Fuck me, alpha—ruin this married pussy!" she begged, grinding down to take him deeper. "Fill me up while my husband watches. Make me your creampie whore."

Mark stayed on his knees, face inches from the action, watching Jax's thick shaft disappear into Lisa's stretched hole over and over. Her cream frothed around the base. Jax reached up, hooked a finger under the collar, and tugged her down into a bruising kiss, never slowing his relentless fuck.

"This collar means you're mine tonight," Jax rasped against her lips. "Say it."

"I'm Jax's bitch," Lisa moaned, voice broken by the pounding. "My husband's cock is locked away useless while you breed me."

Jax flipped them suddenly, dumping Lisa onto her back on the couch. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove back in balls-deep, folding her in half. The new angle let him slam even deeper. Mark scrambled closer on command, eyes fixed on the point where Jax's huge cock split his wife open.

"Play with her clit, beta," Jax barked. "Make her cum on my dick."

Mark reached in, rubbing Lisa's swollen nub in tight circles while Jax hammered her. Lisa arched off the cushions, another orgasm ripping through her. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around the invading cock, milking it. She sobbed with pleasure, collared neck arched, screaming Jax's name.

Jax's rhythm turned brutal, hips slamming home. "Gonna pump this cunt full. Ready to watch your wife take my load, little man?"

"Yes, sir—please fill her," Mark whimpered, still rubbing frantically. His own cage felt impossibly tight.

Jax buried himself to the hilt with a roar. His balls drew up and he flooded Lisa's pussy with thick ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse, he unloaded deep inside her, breeding her right in front of her husband. Lisa came again from the heat of it, walls spasming around the spurting cock, milking every drop.

Jax stayed buried, grinding slowly to work his seed deeper. When he finally pulled out, a thick river of white cream poured from Lisa's gaping hole, trailing down her ass onto the couch. Mark stared, entranced.

"Clean her up, cuck. Every drop that spills—but leave what I put inside where it belongs."

Mark crawled between her spread thighs and licked. He lapped the overflowing cum from her folds and thighs, tasting Jax's bitter-salt seed mixed with Lisa's juices. He tongue-fucked gently into her, pushing more of the load back inside as ordered, while Lisa stroked his hair like a pet.

Jax sat back, spent cock still half-hard, watching with satisfaction. "Good slut. Good beta. That collar looks perfect on my property."

Lisa pulled Mark up for a messy kiss, sharing the taste of her creampie. "Thank you for giving me to him, baby. You did so well watching."

Mark nodded, dazed and aching, as Jax tugged Lisa into his lap again for lazy aftercare kisses, thick fingers idly playing with the silver letters on her choker. The three of them stayed tangled on the couch, Lisa's stuffed pussy slowly leaking between them, the night's claim complete and the collar gleaming under the low lights.