A Cuck’s Wedding Night Gangbang Fantasy – Mrs Mischief pov virtual hotwife

As I stand before the hotel room mirror, adjusting my slinky red dress, I can barely contain my anticipation. Tonight, my husband John will watch as I fulfill a fantasy we’ve long discussed – a gangbang by total strangers, captured on video for his vicarious pleasure and humiliation. I’ve planned every detail, from the “Cuck’s Wedding Night” theme to my hot, ready body. Let the games begin.

I stride into the elegant hotel suite, hips swaying, and shake hands with the three muscular men I hired online. John sits on the edge of the bed with a red face and bulging pants, his cuckold dreams about to come true.

“Hello boys,” I purr, leaning in close for a whiff of their virile cologne. “I’m your wife for the night. Ready to make a cuck’s fantasy real?”

They growl in agreement, eyes roving my ample curves. As my husband watches, slack-jawed, I motion for the first stud to put his hands on me. He steps forward and slides those strong hands over my waist, pulling my dress up to reveal I’m wearing nothing underneath. My husband gasps as I grind against him, letting him feel how wet I already am.

“That’s right, honey,” I call out in a mocking sing-song voice. “Feel that pussy? It’s not for you anymore.”

The men chuckle as they start disrobing, massive cocks springing free. John covers his eyes in mortification and arousal, unable to look away. I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees and present my ass to them, reaching back to part my cheeks.

“Mmm, want to see my tight little hole?” I ask, voice dripping with lust. “Come and get it.”

The first one steps up and rubs his fat cockhead against my dripping slit, then without warning, spears into me balls-deep. I cry out, loving the burn and stretch. He sets a hard, fast pace, pounding me and reaching around to grope my tits. I moan and writhe beneath him, giving my husband the show of a lifetime.

“Ohhhh fuck yes! You like seeing me used like a slutty little fucktoy, hubby? I bet your tiny cuck cock is twitching watching me get destroyed!”

John sputters helplessly, one hand fumbling for his bulge. The first stud buries himself to the hilt and groans, spurting thick ropes of cum deep in my cunt. I clench tight around him, milking every drop. He pulls out with a lewd pop, and before I can recover, the next man is shoving in.

This one has a girthy monster, stretching me wide. I nearly scream as he begins to rut into me, merciless in his pleasure. He leans over to bite my neck and pull my hair, making me his. I arch and gasp, seeing stars at the brutal gangbang fucking. My husband’s pathetic whimpers only spur the men on.

“Awwww, is the little cuck too shy to play?” one taunts, slapping John’s hand away from his twitching prick. “No touching! You just watch while we ruin your slutty wife.”

Tears stream down my husband’s face as he watches his worst nightmare and wildest dream play out. The third stud steps up and roughly turns me over, caging me beneath him. He kisses me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I writhe and moan, sucking on it hungrily as he slams into my cum-filled pussy.

The men take turns holding my legs open wide as they slam into me, using my holes ruthlessly. I’m sobbing with overwhelmed ecstasy, legs trembling, reaching for oblivion. Finally, I’m flipped back over just as the second stud explodes inside me, painting my cervix white and pushing me over the edge.

I thrash and howl in release as I cum harder than I ever have, pussy convulsing and squirting around his spurting cock. The third grunts and slams in for his turn, burying his huge load in me. I’m limp and well-fucked as they pile out of me, cum gushing from my abused cunt.

The one wiping my drool off his cock sneers at my husband. “Clean her up, cuck. Lick our cum out of her used holes.”

John opens his mouth to protest, but seeing my pleading, broken look, he relents. With a whimper, he crawls between my legs and slurps our mixed essence from my gaping folds. I moan weakly, loving him tasting my unfaithfulness.

As the men finish dressing, I lay limp and out of it, barely registering the camera shutting off and the hotel room door closing behind them. My husband collapses next to me, releasing the sobs he’s been holding back. I snuggle into him, basking in our shared debauched high.

“Thank you,” I whisper, kissing his cheek. “I love you.”

He holds me tight, his own feelings muddled but overwhelming. We drift off to sleep, his stiff, untouched cock twitching between us, a token of his humiliated arousal and devotion to me