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.