Wife's Willing Bull: Hubby Cheers Her On

Sarah's laughter echoed through their cozy living room, the kind of throaty, flirtatious giggle that always made Mark's cock twitch. At 34, she was a vision—curvy hips swaying in a skimpy red sundress that hugged her full D-cup tits and barely contained her plump ass. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back, and those green eyes sparkled with mischief as she poured whiskey neat for their guest. Mark, her husband of eight years, lounged on the barstool at their home bar, his lean runner's build tense with excitement. At 36, he wasn't jealous; he was rock-hard, his dick straining against his jeans as he watched his wife eye-fuck Jake.

Jake was Mark's gym buddy, a 32-year-old beast of a man—6'4" of chiseled muscle, broad shoulders tapering to a ripped V-torso, and thighs like tree trunks from deadlifting twice his bodyweight. His tight black tee clung to his pecs, and his cargo shorts did nothing to hide the obscene bulge snaking down his thigh. They'd talked about this for months—Mark confessing his hotwife fantasy, Sarah admitting she craved a real bull to stretch her married pussy. Jake, ever the alpha, had grinned and said, "I'll rail her brains out if hubby's cool with sloppy seconds."

"Tonight's the night, babe," Mark had whispered to Sarah earlier, kissing her neck as she got ready. "Flirt hard. Make him want to breed you while I watch."

Now, with the tension thick as cum, Sarah leaned over the bar, her cleavage spilling out like an invitation. "Jake, you must get this all the time—girls dropping their panties just looking at those arms." She traced a manicured nail down his bicep, biting her lip.

Jake chuckled, deep and rumbling, his blue eyes devouring her. "Not like you, Sarah. Your hubby's lucky. That ass in that dress? Fuck, I'd wreck it."

Mark sipped his drink, his free hand adjusting his throbbing erection. "She's all yours tonight, man. Pound her like the slut she wants to be for you. I've seen how wet she gets thinking about your cock."

Sarah shivered, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. She hopped up on the barstool next to Jake, crossing her legs so her dress rode up, flashing lace panties soaked with anticipation. "Mark's right. He's dying to see a real bull claim his wife." She pressed her thigh against Jake's, her hand "accidentally" brushing his crotch. The heat there made her pussy clench—holy shit, it was huge.

Mark's breath hitched, his cock leaking pre-cum into his boxers. "Tease him, Sarah. Grind on that bulge. Show him what a flirty hotwife you are."

The air crackled with filthy promise as Sarah slid off the stool, her body humming. She turned, backing her ass right into Jake's lap, rolling her hips slow and dirty. "Like this, hubby?" she purred, feeling the massive ridge of Jake's cock harden against her crack.

Jake groaned, his big hands gripping her hips. "Fuck yes. Keep going, you cock-teasing wife."

Mark stroked himself through his jeans, eyes glued. "That's my girl. Lap dance for your bull. Make that pussy drip for his fat dick."

Sarah escalated, grinding harder, her ass cheeks spreading around the outline of Jake's monster. The friction on her clit had her moaning, juices soaking her thong. "God, Jake, you're so fucking big back there. Mark, feel how hard he's getting for me?"

Mark nodded, unzipping his fly to free his six-inch cock, already slick. "He's gonna split you open, babe. Beg for it."

Emboldened, Sarah arched back, her tits thrusting out as Jake's hands roamed up, groping her heavy breasts. He pinched her nipples through the dress, twisting until she gasped. "These tits are begging to be fucked," he growled, yanking the straps down to expose them—pink nipples stiff and begging.

"Yes, squeeze my married tits," Sarah whimpered, her hips bucking. One of Jake's hands slid under her dress, fingers finding her drenched slit. He shoved her panties aside, plunging two thick digits into her gushing cunt.

"Fuck, she's soaked," Jake announced, pumping her hard, his thumb circling her swollen clit. Sarah's pussy squelched obscenely, her arousal dripping down her thighs.

Mark jerked his cock faster, pre-cum flying. "Finger-fuck my wife's sloppy hole, Jake. Make her beg to suck that bull cock."

Sarah was lost, grinding on his hand, tits bouncing as he mauled them. "Please... I need it. I need to suck your massive cock. Let me worship it while my husband watches."

Jake pulled his fingers out, slick with her cream, and smeared them across her lips. "On your knees, hotwife. Show hubby how a real slut throats bull dick."