Hubby’s Tears: Wife Takes BBC Bull

Sarah and Mike sat in their living room, the afternoon sun still warm through the blinds. Mike’s hands trembled on his knees when the doorbell rang. Sarah rose without a word, opened the door, and let Tyrone inside. The tall, broad-shouldered man filled the doorway with his presence. He wore a tight black shirt that rolled over his muscles and a simple jeans that already showed an obvious bulge. Sarah met him with a deep kiss right there in the entryway, her hands sliding up his chest while Mike watched from the corner chair they had placed for him. She groped Tyrone openly, palming the thick outline of his cock through his jeans, moaning softly into his mouth as Mike’s breathing grew shallow.

“Strip and sit,” Sarah said over her shoulder to Mike, never breaking the kiss. Mike obeyed. He peeled off his clothes until he was naked except for the tiny cage that kept his little dick locked away. He lowered himself into the chair, already half-hard inside the cage. He reached down and stroked the cage itself, fingers circling the plastic, whispering the words that had been agreed upon. “I’m your cuck, baby. I’m going to watch you take his cock.”

Tyrone broke the kiss and looked past Sarah to Mike. “Keep your hands on the arms of the chair until I tell you otherwise. Watch everything.”

Mike’s hands returned to the armrests. Sarah turned back to Tyrone and began stripping herself. She peeled off the fire-red dress that had been chosen for this session, letting it fall to the floor. She was bare underneath—no bra, no panties—just her smooth, white skin and the curves that Mike had once believed were reserved for him alone. She dropped to her knees in front of the bull and began unbuckling his jeans. Her fingers opened the zipper and pulled out the riesige, dark eleven-inch cock that was already thick and hard. She wrapped both hands around it and lifted it toward her mouth.

Sarah opened her mouth wide and took the head between her lips. The wet, squelching sound of her throat accepting the mass of Tyrone’s cock filled the room. She gagged loudly, thick strands of drool spilling from the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her breasts. Every wet noise was exaggerated so Mike could hear them. She pulled off long enough to speak between breaths. “Fuck, look at this. Look at how big he is, baby. Your little cage is so much smaller.” She took him back in, forcing more down her throat, choking and coughing, saliva running down her neck. Mike’s hands gripped the chair arms tighter. He whispered, “Please, Sarah, please let me stroke myself more. I’ll be good. I will.”

Tyrone laughed once, softly. “Stay seated and watch. Don’t move your hands.”

Mike remained still. Sarah continued sucking, giving the bull a loud, sloppy blowjob that had her head b<|eos|>