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.

The sexual tension skyrocketed, the room reeking of arousal and dominance. Lisa bobbed faster, humming around the meaty pole, her free hands fondling Bull's sack. Mark's own tiny dick leaked in his boxers, arousal and shame twisting into a painful erection.

Bull wasn't done. With a growl, he yanked Lisa up by her hair, spinning her toward the marital bed—the one Mark and she had shared for years. "Bend over, whore. Time to claim this pussy." Lisa obeyed eagerly, crawling onto all fours, ass high, presenting her dripping slit. Mark, still gagged with her panties, was dragged by Bull's command to kneel behind her. "Hold her cheeks apart, cuck. Watch me stretch her."

Trembling hands obeyed, Mark's fingers sinking into Lisa's soft flesh, spreading her wide. Bull positioned his slick cock at her entrance, rubbing the head along her folds. "Beg for it," he demanded.

"Fuck me, Bull! Pound me harder than my limp-dicked husband ever could!" Lisa cried, glancing back at Mark with mocking sympathy.

Bull slammed in with one brutal thrust, bottoming out in her tight heat. Lisa screamed in bliss, her walls clenching around his girth. He gripped her hips and jackhammered—plap-plap-plap—the bed shaking violently. Mark's face was mere inches from the action, watching Bull's thick shaft piston in and out, coated in Lisa's creamy juices, her pussy lips gripping him desperately.

"Feel that, cuck? That's a real man's cock rearranging her guts." Bull taunted, slapping her ass red. Lisa moaned incoherently, pushing back to meet every thrust.

Then Bull flipped her onto her back for missionary, hooking her legs over his broad shoulders. Deeper now, his balls slapped her ass with each pounding stroke, hitting her cervix. "Your hubby's tiny dick never reaches this deep, does it?" Bull sneered at Mark, who nodded pathetically, panties muffling his agreement.

"Nooo," Lisa gasped, clawing Bull's back. "He's so small... you fill me up!" The taunts fueled Bull's dominance; he hammered relentlessly, sweat dripping onto her bouncing tits.

Finally, Lisa straddled him in reverse cowgirl, facing Mark directly. She impaled herself on his cock, sinking down with a guttural moan, her ass cheeks spreading wide. "Watch this, hubby!" She rode hard, grinding her clit against his base, tits flopping wildly. Bull slapped her ass cheeks crimson, yanked her hair back like reins, controlling the pace—up and down, her juices squirting out in arcs with each bounce.

"Oh god, I'm gonna—" Lisa wailed, and she did: a gush of squirt sprayed from her pussy, soaking Bull's shaft and balls, dripping onto the sheets. "Your impotence makes this so hot, Mark! You could never make me squirt!"

Mark's tears flowed freely, his gag soaked with drool and her scent, his pathetic cock throbbing untouched.

Bull roared, flipping her back to her knees. "Open wide, cumslut." He jerked his slick cock furiously, then erupted—thick ropes of hot, pearly cum blasting straight down Lisa's throat. She gagged hard, glug-glug-swallow, eyes watering as she gulped it all, milking every drop with her tongue. Excess dribbled from her lips, but she licked it clean, savoring his superiority.

Bull shoved her onto her back, legs spread. "Clean up, cuck. Tongue her pussy—taste what a real man left behind." He yanked the panties from Mark's mouth, strings of spit trailing.

Mark dove in desperately, lapping at Lisa's cum-filled pussy, the salty mix of Bull's load and her nectar flooding his mouth. She stroked his hair, cooing. "Good boy. Bull's so much better—bigger, stronger, endless stamina. You're booking him weekly, right?"

Mark mumbled yes between licks, broken and aroused, his soul shattered as Lisa pulled out her phone mid-praise. "Already did, baby. Every Thursday."

But as Mark swallowed the last drops, Lisa's eyes twinkled with a secret she'd held all night. She leaned down, whispering just for him, "Now fuck me like you mean it, hubby—Bull was just the warm-up for us."