Hubby's Gag: Wife Gags on Bull's Cock

Mark sat hunched in the dim corner of their bedroom, his heart pounding like a trapped animal in his chest. The room, once a sanctuary of their eight-year marriage, now felt like a stage for his deepest humiliation. Lisa, his confident wife of thirty-two, paced the floor in her skimpiest black lace lingerie, her curves on full display—full D-cup breasts straining against the sheer fabric, hips swaying with predatory grace. She'd been planning this for weeks, ever since their sex life had dwindled to polite missionary humps that left her frustrated and him ashamed of his four-inch inadequacy.

The doorbell rang, a deep chime that echoed through the house. Lisa's eyes lit up, her full lips curling into a wicked smile. "That's him, baby," she purred, glancing at Mark with a mix of pity and excitement. "My Bull from the gym. Remember, this is what we both want. You agreed to watch, to learn."

Mark nodded weakly, his palms sweaty, his thin frame trembling in his boxers. He wasn't unattractive—just average, unremarkable, the kind of guy who blended into crowds. But tonight, he'd be anything but invisible.

Lisa sauntered downstairs and returned moments later with Bull—a towering Adonis of a man, six-foot-four, muscles rippling under his tight tank top, his dark skin glistening from the gym session they'd "accidentally" overlapped. His smirk was immediate as his eyes locked on Mark. "So this is the little hubby's corner," Bull rumbled, his voice like gravel, deep and commanding. He dropped his gym bag with a thud and strode forward, towering over Mark. "Pathetic. Look at you, shaking already. Bet that tiny prick of yours is twitching just thinking about what I'm gonna do to your wife."

Lisa laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down Mark's spine. She pressed against Bull's massive chest, her hands roaming his abs. "He's right, Mark. Our marriage was so stale. I need this—rough, real fucking. The kind you can't give me." She blew Mark a kiss, her teasing laced with affection. "But don't worry, sweetie. You'll love watching."

Bull's hand slid possessively to Lisa's ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. "Damn right. Show me what I'm working with, slut." The tension thickened the air like humidity before a storm, Mark's cock shamefully hardening despite—or because of—their words.

Lisa began to sway her hips, her striptease deliberate and torturous. She hooked her thumbs into her bra straps, sliding them down her shoulders, letting her heavy breasts bounce free—nipples already hard, pink peaks begging for attention. Mark whimpered softly, his eyes glued to her. She kicked off her heels, then peeled down her thong, revealing her shaved pussy, already glistening with arousal. Stepping out of the lace panties, she dangled them from one finger, sauntering to Mark.

"Kneel, cucky," she commanded, her voice firm but loving. Mark dropped to his knees instantly, mouth opening wide as she stuffed the warm, damp panties inside—her musky scent filling his senses, gagging him effectively. He could only mumble incoherently, tears pricking his eyes as Bull chuckled.

"Perfect gag for the loser," Bull said, stripping off his tank top to reveal a chiseled torso etched with veins. His shorts tented obscenely, a massive bulge straining the fabric. Lisa turned back to him, dropping to her knees right in front of Mark's humiliated face, inches away.

She tugged down Bull's shorts, and his cock sprang free—eleven inches of thick, veined glory, throbbing and uncut, the head already leaking precum. "Fuck, it's huge," Lisa moaned, her eyes wide with hunger. Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking greedily before pushing forward. Inch after inch disappeared down her throat, her gag reflex tested as the fat shaft stretched her mouth wide. Glug-glug-glug—the wet, obscene sounds filled the room as she deepthroated him, saliva dripping down her chin, tears streaming from her eyes in ecstasy.

Mark's muffled sobs mixed with the slurps, his view perfect: his wife's cheeks bulging, Bull's heavy balls swinging as he gripped her hair and face-fucked her roughly. "That's it, gag on this bull cock, bitch. Your hubby's watching every second—look at him cry." Bull smirked down at Mark, thrusting deeper, making Lisa choke and sputter, strings of spit connecting her lips to his girth when she pulled back for air.