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Title: “Strapped In, Spread Wide, and Savoring Every Thick, Hard, Throbbing Inch”

The salacious scene unfolds in the dimly lit, sex-charged boudoir. Bound, gagged, and trussed up like a naughty roast pig, Melinda, your promiscuous wife, writhes in erotic ecstasy. Strands of her honey blonde hair cling to her dewy face as she smacks her lips around the black cock dangling inches from her kissable mouth. Her ruby red panties are shoved aside, revealing her glistening, aching velvet folds that tremble with expectation.

You stand aside, ever the dutiful cuckold husband, meekly gazing upon the wanton display as your oversized, slobber-slick manhood throbs to attention, chafing against the confines of the impossibly tight chastity cage cinched around your most private parts. Thwip! The harsh crack of the leather flogger whipping against the tender swell of your beloved’s ample buttocks snaps you out of your lusty daze.

“Ah, lookie here, fellas,” drawls gruff-voiced Tyrone, the Tarzan-trimmed stud you’ve hired to ravish your unfaithful wife. “Ole cucky boy is gettin’ a stiffy watchin’ us administer me some Grade-A discipline!”

“Holy shit, bro!” crows globetrotting Jaxson, your wife’s game-cum-splash co-star for the eve, gesticulating with his oozing manhood. “The bitch-boy is droolin’ like a fawkin’ perv!” Snickers and jeers erupt amongst the gathered throng of banker boiz, harder and faster than Jaxson’s veiny johnson.

Your blushing bride looks to you, eyes brimming with cruel, masochistic glee, and mumbles a muffled diatribe around her gag: “You love watching them dominate me, don’t you, you pathetic little cuck?” There’s a long pause before she adds: “Waiting for them to make me their whore…cuz you never could. What’re you gonna do, you sniveling tossed salad?”

Hot tears of shameful, humiliating arousal spring to your eyes. Salty rivulets race down your face, zigzagging to splash against your bare, hairy chest. You can’t help but sob with unbridled lust as Jaxson and Tyrone have their way with your wife, pounding her into a yelping, writhing mess of jello, determined to make you watch her every masochistic hiccup, moan, squeal, and cry. How many times do you think your wife will come tonight before her depraved paramours decide to unleash their extra-creamy, objections-be-damned super-soldier spend, Jaxson wonders aloud.

Their probing, probing, probing turns your wife a rosy shade of post-orgasmic pink. She howls and cries and whimpers with all-encompassing, vociferous ecstasy, arms straining at the supernatural steel sensors layered on like a second skin, body convulsing through a series of mind-melting orgasms, surrendering completely to the primal, head-to-toe pleasure of being dominated in the most intimate and degrading of ways by two strapping studs, each more hung and jack-hammer lusty in their pussy poundings than the last.

After what seems like an eternity of the most sick, twisted, depraved, debauched, taboo-commands-broken sexual congress imaginable, Jaxson and Tyrone at last pull out. Your wife’s climb to her tentpole-torqued pussy is stuffed to the brim with seed, leaking sperm with every thrust, breaths coming fast and furious. They each dump a swelling load in her cleavage, paint her face in their essence, send the excess accelerating towards her waiting, open mouth, pouring their jizz down her throat like a thicc bitch.

“Stick out your tongue, bitch,” commands Jaxson, gesturing with his throbbing, crimson missile.

Melinda obliges, tongue lolling out comically as the onlookers guffaw and whoop. Your wife takes a ridiculous amount of spooge on her kirby grip and, as she begins to gulp it down, the studs dump another load on her happy slurping. “Drink up, whore,” Tyrone chortles with glee.

Once their balls are empty, Jaxson and Tyrone zip up and saunter off, ready to be showered in fawning praise from the onlookers who came to bare witness to your wife’s depraved world of sordid, kink-filled antics. You remain there, trembling and glistening in post-orgasmic aftermath, knowing that your work here is done.