You're Such a Lucky Cuck

The champagne has been chilled and is ready to be poured. The hotel room is just as elegant as you hoped it would be. Your wife looks perfect in her stockings, Louboutins, and garter belt. Her hair is long, lustrous, and curly, just like he likes it.

You’re already naked, as you’re supposed to be. Her bull likes it that way. He likes that you can’t hide your small cock, that you have to confront your obvious inferiority.

Your wife is positioned as her bull wants her. She’s going to stay that way until he gives her permission to move.

He knocks on the door and you rush to answer it. You hold it open as you’re supposed to. Her bull wants anyone that walks by to see that you’re welcoming a superior man to your hotel room. He wants them to see your small, erect cock and know that you’ve invited someone else to fuck your wife because you can’t give her what she needs.

He nods and walks past you. You shut the door and follow him into the room. You take your place on your knees, as you are required to do.

Your wife’s bull moves behind her and his fingers move between her ass cheeks and to her pussy. He pushes inside her. He feels her wetness. She moans. You can hear her desperation for him.

“Please,” she says.

“Please what?” he asks.

“Please fuck me. It’s been too long.”

“It’s only been a week,” he says.

“A week is too long.” She turns and looks at you. “That doesn’t do anything for me. That’s worthless to me now. That’s worthless compared to your cock.”

Her bull smiles. His hands move up your wife’s back and he grasps her breasts. He leans forward and kisses her while playing with her nipples.

“Please,” she says again. “Please fuck me.”

He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He slides into her. He fucks her from behind. His hands move into her hair. He pulls hard. Your wife arches her back and cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she screams. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy!”

You want to stroke, but you’re forbidden from doing so until he gives you permission. Instead, you watch another man take your wife. You watch her give her body to him. You watch him give her what she needs, what you have failed to give her for the duration of your marriage.

When she cums, he pulls out and walks over to you. “Clean me,” he says.

Your night of debauchery is just beginning. You and your wife are going to serve her bull for as long as he desires. He’s going to wake you up and make you serve him in the middle of the night, too. He’s going to fill her with his cum over and over and you’re going to clean it all. It’s what you crave. It’s what she needs. It’s perfect.