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Me and the wife have been in the lifestyle for five years, but the last two have been dominated by our Bull. He’s the permanent alpha in our house, period. Last night, a clumsy move on my part turned a regular session into a total beatdown of my ego.
I was face-deep in his crotch, trying to get him ready for my wife, when I fucked up. I nicked his balls with my teeth…hard enough to draw blood. The room went cold instantly. He was livid, but my wife was even worse; she looked at me with pure disgust for having zero control.
His “punishment” was immediate. He’d just come from a heavy gym session and was still drenched in that thick, rank post-workout sweat. He shoved me onto my back and slammed his full weight right onto my face. I couldn’t breathe. All I could taste and smell was his musky, salty skin and the suffocating heat of his body. I was gasping for air under his ass while my wife stood over us, enjoying the show. Being used as a literal footstool was the most degrading thing I’ve ever felt, and honestly, seeing her look down on me while I was smothered made me harder than I’ve been in months.
The finish was the real kicker. After he finally let me up to breathe, he gripped the back of my head and forced me to kiss my wife while he loomed over us. She didn’t give me an ounce of sympathy. Instead, she grabbed my hair and dragged us both down between his legs. We were forced to lock tongues and lick his asshole clean together like a couple of pets. It was a brutal, filthy lesson in exactly where I stand in this marriage, and it was easily one for the books.