Be My Wife's Cuck

Don and Erin have been shacked up for years now. He's the undisputed Dom, but damn, she's a wild switch who can flip the script when she wants. Don's always on the road for work, so they've cooked up this cuckold setup—posted an ad on some shady online forum to find the right guy. Peter? He nailed the audition in the pics, so Erin buzzed him over for the real test: interview on his knees. Peter struts in, all eager, but Erin shuts that down quick. 'On your knees, boy,' she snaps, and he drops like a good little pup. There they are, Don and Erin lounging on the couch like kings on thrones, peering down at him. They grill him: any experience playing cleanup crew? Don chuckles, 'Look, I travel too damn much to leave my hot wife solo. Feels solid knowing some cuck bitch like you is around to watch the fort—even if you're just fluffing the pillows.' They lay out the rules, sharp and simple: duties include everything from fetching drinks to staying quiet in the corner while real action goes down. Erin's eyes lock on Peter, smirking. 'Alright, let's test your skills. Suck my toes, you slut, while I wrap my lips around the Man of the House's cock.' The power couple dives right in, putting on a show. Don grabs Erin's hair, pounding her deep and hard—raw, intense fucking that Peter's never dished out and sure as hell never will. Kid's just kneeling there, toes in his mouth, getting schooled on how pros play.