Mark never expected his wifes late-night confession to turn into this. She had him stripped and kneeling in their living room, hands cuffed behind his back, while her bull, Derek, stood over him with a thick, veined cock already half-hard. You said youd do anything to keep me, she whispered, voice thick with arousal. Now prove it. Open that mouth and take cock like the bitch you are.
Marks face burned, but his own dick twitched traitorously. Derek grabbed a fistful of his hair and slapped the heavy head of his cock across Marks lips. Suck it, husband. Show your wife how you swallow real meat. The taste hit firstsalty, musky, undeniable. Mark parted his lips and Derek shoved in, stretching his jaw wide. The cock filled his mouth, pushing toward his throat until he gagged, spit dripping down his chin onto the carpet.
His wife watched from the couch, legs spread, fingers working her clit. Deeper, she ordered. Derek thrust harder, fucking Marks face with short, brutal strokes. Every time the head hit the back of his throat, Marks eyes watered, but he kept sucking, tongue flattening along the underside like shed told him to. The humiliation burned hotter than the stretch in his jaw.
When Derek pulled out, strings of spit connected Marks swollen lips to the glistening shaft. On the floor, ass up, his wife said. Mark hesitated only a second before Dereks hand cracked across his ass, forcing him down onto all fours. Lube was drizzled cold over his hole, then two thick fingers pushed inside without warning. Mark groaned, forehead pressed to the rug, while Derek worked him open, scissoring and twisting until his hole fluttered and accepted the invasion.
The real cock followed. Derek lined up and drove in slow, letting Mark feel every inch splitting him open. The burn was sharp, then melted into a deep, shameful fullness. Marks cock hung heavy and leaking beneath him. His wife crawled closer, grabbing his hair again so she could watch his face while Derek started pounding. Each thrust shoved Mark forward, his hole clenching around the invading thickness.
Tell her how it feels, Derek growled, hips slapping against Marks ass. Tell your wife you love taking cock.
Marks voice came out hoarse. I fuck I love it. I love taking his cock. The words tasted filthy and true. Derek rewarded him by angling deeper, nailing his prostate until Marks thighs shook and his untouched cock spurted onto the floor in messy ropes. His wife moaned at the sight, coming hard on her own fingers.
Derek didnt stop. He fucked Mark through the aftershocks, using the spasming hole until he buried himself to the root and unloaded, hot pulses flooding Marks guts.
When he finally pulled out, cum trickled down Marks thighs. His wife kissed his temple, voice soft but satisfied. Good husband. Next time youll beg for it.
Mark stayed on the floor, hole twitching, body spent and marked, already wondering how soon next time would come.
