Sarah's Cuckold Watches Bull Claim Her Bed

My name is David, a meek 32-year-old white husband with a tiny dick that has never satisfied my voluptuous 29-year-old wife Lauren. For the past six months she has been openly cuckolding me with superior black men, coming home with her pussy swollen and leaking their cum while I waited in chastity. The tension had been building toward something final, and that line was finally crossed when her dominant 6’4” BBC bull Marcus told her he was done fucking her in hotels and back seats. He wanted to claim her properly, in our marital bed, while I watched from the corner chair like the useless cuck I am.

Lauren stood in front of our full-length mirror wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong that disappeared between her thick, pale ass cheeks. Her heavy tits hung full and soft, nipples already stiff. She looked straight at my reflection as I sat naked except for the pink plastic cage locked around my pathetic two-inch erection.

“You know what’s going to happen tonight, don’t you, little dick?” she purred, running her hands up her own body. “Marcus is coming here. To our bed. He’s going to stretch this married pussy so wide you’ll see it gape for days. That tiny white clit you call a cock could never do what his thick black monster does. I cum so hard with him I forget your name.”

She cupped her tits and squeezed, moaning softly just to torment me. “I’m going to text him right now. Tell him to get his big dick over here and ruin your wife in the bed you bought us for our wedding.”

Her fingers flew across the screen. The reply came in seconds. She read it aloud with a wicked smile. “On my way. Make sure that cuck is in the chair and stays quiet unless he’s told to speak.”

Fifteen minutes later the front door opened. Marcus didn’t knock. He never did anymore. He stepped inside like he owned the place, ducking slightly under the doorframe, his massive frame filling the hallway. He wore a tight black compression shirt that showed every ridge of muscle and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy swing of the python between his legs. The moment he saw Lauren he grabbed her by the waist, yanked her against him, and crushed his mouth to hers.

I watched from the chair in the corner of our bedroom as his huge dark hands roamed over my wife’s body. He palmed her ass like it belonged to him, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper into his mouth. One hand slid up to grip her throat, tilting her head back so he could lick along her jaw.

“Missed this tight white pussy,” he growled loud enough for me to hear. “Gonna wreck it in your husband’s bed tonight. You ready to show him who this married cunt really belongs to?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Lauren moaned, already grinding against the thick bulge in his sweats. “I want him to see everything.”

Marcus glanced at me for the first time. His eyes were cold with amusement. “Stay in that chair, bitch boy. You move when I say. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my caged dick straining painfully.

He didn’t wait. Marcus scooped Lauren up like she weighed nothing, carrying her the few steps to our king-sized marriage bed. He threw her down so hard she bounced, tits jiggling. Then he stripped. The compression shirt came off first, revealing rippling abs and a chest most men would kill for. When he shoved the sweatpants down, his cock sprang free—eleven inches of thick, veined black meat, already leaking precum from the wide, plum-shaped head. It looked obscene next to my wife’s soft white thighs.

Lauren spread her legs wide, hooking her thumbs in her thong and sliding it off. Her shaved pussy was visibly wet, lips puffy and glistening. “Look at it, David,” she taunted, staring right at me. “This is what a real man’s cock does to your wife. You’ve never seen me this soaked in ten years of marriage.”

Marcus climbed onto the bed and shoved her legs back until her knees touched her shoulders. He rubbed that massive cockhead up and down her slit, smearing her juices, then pushed forward. The head popped inside her with an audible wet sound. Lauren’s mouth fell open in a silent scream.

“Fuuuuck,” she finally gasped as another thick inch sank in. “It’s so fucking big. It’s splitting me open, baby. Watch him take your wife.”

Marcus didn’t go slow. He drove another five inches in on the next thrust, making the bed creak. Lauren’s toes curled. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into dark skin as he started pounding her in deep, powerful strokes. The wet slap of his heavy balls against her ass filled the room.

“Tell him,” Marcus ordered, never breaking rhythm.

Lauren locked eyes with me, her face flushed, lips swollen. “His cock owns this pussy now, David. Your tiny white dick is never going inside me again. This bed? It’s his now. Every time you sleep here you’ll be sleeping in the wet spot he leaves.”

Marcus laughed low and slammed in harder, making her tits bounce violently. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her cry out. Her first orgasm hit fast. Her eyes rolled back and she screamed, pussy gushing around his pistoning shaft.

He didn’t stop. He pulled out suddenly, flipped her over like a ragdoll, and yanked her hips up so her face was pressed into the pillow I slept on every night. In one brutal thrust he buried all eleven inches balls-deep in her cunt from behind. Lauren howled into the mattress.

“Fuck yes! Destroy it! Ruin my married pussy!” she begged, pushing back to meet every savage stroke.