Being Cuckolded #63 Subjugation

I sat on the wooden dining chair, shifting my weight slightly from bare arse cheek to cheek. I'd been sat on it now for several minutes, the stinging from the cone shaped plug was subsiding now I had reached the chair. My wife wife's hands were pressing into me, one on my knee, the other on my chest. Her nails digging in as she took him.

It was an uncomfortable position for me, my wife's face no less than a foot in front of me, gasping, moaning, her eyes briefly closing and opening. The awkwardness of being so close to me and feeling another man inside her was having a strong effect. Whenever she dropped her head I could see the soft groove of her spine, snaking down to Bulls hands, firmly gripping her bottom. His thrusts sending ripples as the impact made her buttocks shudder.

"Ooohh fuck that's so deep." My wife clenched her teeth as she tried to endure the contractions.

"Good girl." The only words Bull needed to say to send my wife into a shuddering orgasm right in front of me.

It wasn't uncomfortable for me because I was sat on a plug, or even naked. I could quite happily watch my wife's facial expressions as she was thoroughly satisfied. No, the awkwardness was that over her, staring down at me was Bull. A grimacing, growling red face of a man, enjoying my wife with smug confidence as I sat there, naked, caged, unsatisfying and impaled.

My wife's legs wobbled, as they weakened Bull tugged on her hips to raise her back up to him.

"Where you going girl? I'm not done." He growled as he drove back inside her.

My wife gasped, burying her head into my chest. "I can't..."

"You will." he demanded as the relentless pounding continued.

I couldn't watch my wife enjoy sex without seeing him..... The guy must have balls of steel to keep going while I'm looking at him. I often wonder what separates a Bull from other men. A drive of confidence, conviction and determination. The will to do it and never doubt yourself. Maybe he likes me watching, maybe its just another feather in his cap to prove he's better. Maybe he gets more aroused by making me feel inadequate as he satisfies her. Maybe its all of these things.

All men are horny, most men want sex, these are not defining factors of a Bull. Some men satisfy, but that doesn't make them Bulls either. Some would say penis size, that may help with confidence but I've seen well hung guys struggle to stay hard at times. It has to be in the mind, a desire to conquer.

My train of thought was broken when my wife kissed me, a clumsy breathless smooch. She had recovered, enough to look me in the eye. A look that could have meant anything, but to me I knew what it meant. He's better than you. As our lips met I felt the force of Bull as my wife pressed into me. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her away almost immediately. She wasn't mine, she was his.

A visually stunning view, my wife's bottom bouncing and grinding against his groin. His powerful hand grabbing a handful of her hair as she grimaced at the lustful thrusting. Her spine curving upwardly, her lungs fighting to keep up as glorious soft white breasts swayed in the hypnotic rhythm of his fucking.

How I wished I could satisfy her, how I longed to feel her like Bull clearly felt her right at that moment. My wife's mouth opened silently, brow furrowed, her backside hardened against Bulls fucking. She stopped moving forward with his thrusts and tensed every muscle in her legs. Taking his full force as a long agonizing groan rolled out of her lungs, my balls ached and my arse stung and all I could wish for was to be inside my wife, be the man exploding inside her belly. Pumping so deeply I knew she felt all of him shooting up into her womb.

The long moan continued as Bull jerked, a few final aggressive thrusts as he emptied. The triumphant look on his face said it all, he was born to do this, my wife could feel it too.

Bull lay back on the sofa catching his breath, legs spread and chest sweaty. My wife collapsed on the sofa beside him as he smacked her bottom playfully. "Cup of tea would be nice lad." I knew it wasn't a question. Carefully lifting off the plug as my bottom ached, my tiny metal cage settling between my legs. "Yes sir" I whispered.