Cuck Hubby Loses Bet and Sucks Dick with Wife while Caged!

Cuck Hubby Loses Football Bet and Gets Humiliated – A Spicy Tale

It was just another Sunday afternoon, and Mark was eagerly watching the football game, sipping his beer. Little did he know that this would be no ordinary game day. His voluptuous wife, Tiffany, a sexy BBW with curves in all the right places, sauntered into the living room, her ample hips swaying with each step. She was dressed in a tight, low-cut jersey of the opposing team.

“Who do you think is going to win today, babe?” Tiffany asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Well, obviously my team will win,” Mark replied confidently, not taking his eyes off the TV.

“Oh really? Well, I have a little proposition for you,” Tiffany giggled, plopping down next to him on the couch. “If your team wins, I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life. But if the other team wins, well…”

“Well what?” Mark asked, finally turning to face her.

“Well…” Tiffany leaned in close, her pillowy breasts straining against the fabric of her jersey. “If they win, you have to wear a chastity device for a whole week, and I get to go out and play with some big, strapping men of my choice. Plus, you have to clean up the mess I leave behind afterwards.”

Mark gulped audibly. The thought of losing and having to be in a state of eternal arousal with no release, all while his desirable wife explored new pleasures, was almost too much to bear. But he was confident in his team’s prospects.

“Deal,” he said, shaking her hand. “But I’m going to win, so your sexy blowjob skills will be put to good use.”

The game began, and Mark’s confidence grew with each passing minute. His team was dominating on the field, and he was convinced he had lost Tiffany’s bet. But lady luck seemed to be smiling upon Tiffany that day. Slowly but surely, her team started to claw back, and with a stunning play in the final seconds, they sealed the victory.

Mark’s heart sank as the referee blew the final whistle. Just like that, he had lost, and now he had to abide by the rules of the bet.

“Trousers off,” Tiffany demanded, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “And prepare to be caged, little man.”

Mark reluctantly removed his jeans, revealing his shrivelled little cock. Tiffany took out a sleek, shiny chastity device and snapped it around Mark’s member, leaving him with no means of release.

“Mmm, good boy,” Tiffany purred, admiring her handiwork. “Now, let’s go out and find me some real men to satisfy my cravings.”

And with that, Tiffany left their house to seek out excitement elsewhere, leaving Mark alone with his raging erection and his overwhelming sense of inadequacy.

Several hours later, Tiffany returned home, her makeup smudged and her hair dishevelled. She was accompanied by two muscular men, both almost twice Mark’s size. Tiffany guided them into the living room, her wild weekend just beginning.

The three new lovers made out heavily on the couch, Tiffany’s giggles and moans filling the air as she was groped and fondled. Mark watched helplessly from his spot on the floor, his heart sinking and his erection pulsing painfully against the unyielding plastic of the chastity device.

Tiffany eventually peeled herself away from her new friends, turning her attention to her cuckold husband. “Come here and clean me up,” she demanded, spreading her legs to reveal her messy, well-used pussy.

Mark crawled over to her, burying his face between her thighs and licking dutifully at the sticky mix of sweat and other men’s spunk. He could feel the eyes of the two he-men on him as they drank beer and relished his humiliating position.

“Good boy,” Tiffany cooed, running her fingers through Mark’s hair. “Now clean up my tits and then the cock that was balls-deep in my pussy just an hour ago.”

Tiffany squeezed her massive breasts together, encouraging Mark to clean the cum oozing from her cleavage. He obediently lapped at the sticky mess, gagging slightly on the strong, pungent taste.

Shifting positions, Tiffany presented her messy slit once more. Mark knew he had no choice but to obey, slurping and suckling at her cracks and folds, removing every last trace of the other men’s juices.

As Mark worked to please his wife, Tiffany engaged in a passionate make-out session with the two men, fondling their muscular bodies and moaning loudly. Mark could feel their eyes on him, and he was sure they were enjoying the show he was putting on.

Finally, Tiffany pushed away from her lovers, sliding off the couch and onto the floor next to Mark. She ruffled his hair affectionately, a satisfied grin on her face.

“Good boy, cuck,” she praised. “You did well. Now, let’s go to bed. I think those two gorgeous men and I will need you to fetch us drinks all night long.”

With that, Tiffany grabbed one of the men by the hand and led him towards their bedroom, the two of them already making out heavily as they walked. The other man gave Mark a smarmy grin and followed suit, leaving a dejected Mark to clean up the mess left behind.

As he wiped down the couch and straightened up the living room, he couldn’t deny it – Tiffany’s more exploratory nature had stoked a fire in his loins that he never knew existed. The shame and humiliation only turned him on more, and he couldn’t wait for their next game day to see what sexy, raunchy surprises Tiffany would have in store for him.

Maybe life as a cuckold and cleanup boy wasn’t so bad after all.