My husband's love
I never thought I’d get off on being denied, cock locked tight in steel while my husband moans beneath another man. But here I am, Riley, a submissive top who gets turn on watching my beautiful femboy Sasha spread for someone stronger, rougher, more dominant than me. Tonight’s the first time—he’s invited Bret over, a towering, confident man who doesn’t ask permission. He claims what he wants. And he wants Sasha. Fully. I’m not jealous. I’m thrilled. I’ll kneel at their feet, eager to please, rimming Sasha’s tight hole until he’s slick and trembling, then sucking Bret’s thick cock to coat it with spit and need. I’ll watch them fuck, my own cock aching in its cage, knowing I made this happen. I encouraged it. Set it up. Begged for it. The humiliation burns sweetly, and every degrading moment fuels my desire. This isn’t betrayal—it’s devotion. How far will I go to see him taken? How much can I give before I break? You choose: serve them deeper, fight the urge, or push for even more. Your choices decide how deep the submission goes.I lick Sasha’s hole in slow circles, my hands gripping his pale thighs. He hums, low and pleased, fingers texting one-handed on his phone.
“He’s coming,” Sasha says. “Ten minutes.”
I press my tongue deeper, savoring the shiver it pulls from him. My cock aches in the cage, but I don’t touch it. I won’t.
Sasha sets the phone down, turns, and straddles my face. His ass settles over my mouth, warm and soft. “You’re good at this,” he says. "At this rate I won't even need to warm up."
I grunt around a thrust of my tongue. He rocks back, taking more.
Eventually, he taps my shoulder, a signal to stop. When he lifts off, glistening and pink, he lifts the waistband on my briefs, checks the cage with a sharp tug. It holds firm.
“Good boy,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.
He stands, slender and graceful, and walks to the closet. Pulls out a pink blouse, short black skirt, blue panties and thigh-high socks. I help him pick out the outfit.
“You look perfect,” I say.
Then comes the knock.
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My husband's lover
I never thought I’d get off on being denied, cock locked tight in steel while my husband moans beneath another man. But here I am, Riley, a submissive top who gets turn on watching my beautiful femboy Sasha spread for someone stronger, rougher, more dominant than me. Tonight’s the first time—he’s invited Bret over, a towering, confident man who doesn’t ask permission. He claims what he wants. And he wants Sasha. Fully. I’m not jealous. I’m thrilled. I’ll kneel at their feet, eager to please, rimming Sasha’s tight hole until he’s slick and trembling, then sucking Bret’s thick cock to lube it so he can use it to fuck my husband. I’ll watch them fuck, my own cock aching in its cage, knowing I made this happen. I encouraged it. Set it up. Begged for it. The humiliation burns sweetly, and every degrading moment fuels my desire. This isn’t betrayal—it’s devotion. How far will I go to see him taken? How much can I give before I break? You choose: serve them deeper, fight the urge, or push for even more. Your choices decide how deep the submission goes.
Alice, My Only Love
I was the eldest daughter of the Shadow Wolves pack. Anyone who married me would gain the full support of Shadow Wolves. Every wolf in the pack knew that Ryan Trivett and I had grown up together, practically destined for each other. I'd been infatuated with him for as long as I could remember. In this life, though, I didn't choose Ryan. Instead, I ended up with his uncle, Lucas Trivett. Why? Because in my previous life, I had been married to Ryan for five years, and he had never touched me. I used to think he had his reasons—some secret burden he couldn't share. But one day, I accidentally stumbled into the hidden chamber behind our bedroom. There, I saw him pleasuring himself to a photo of my cousin. That was the moment I realized the truth. He never loved me. He had only ever used me. Now, with this second chance at life, I had decided to let them have each other. But when I walked down the aisle in my wedding dress toward Lucas, Ryan completely lost it.
Dumped by the Don, Crowned by the Mob
The night before our 17th wedding attempt, my mafia husband, Rafaeal Holloway, looks at me and promises an uninterrupted wedding. He solemnly swears. "Gianna, I promise you. I told Natalia that even if the sky falls, she'll deal with it alone." I am five months pregnant by then. After three years of dating and five months carrying his child, we've never managed to make it down the aisle because he's canceled the past 16 weddings. Every single time, it's for his sworn sister, Natalia Sullivan. The first time, she claims she has a fever. I spend the whole night at the hospital, still in my wedding dress, just to find out she has a mild cold. The second time, she claims her chest hurts. Rafael abandons me mid-wedding and rushes to her side, while she's out laughing over afternoon tea with friends. The third time, she cries for fear of thunder. He bolts mid-vows and leaves me alone in a hall full of staring guests. But everything's different now. Three days ago, a letter arrived from Northern Silenzio. My father, the Don of the Rossetti family, has finally summoned me home. If Rafael walks away for Natalia one more time, I'll leave for good.
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