After carefully editing the videos to remove any identifying details, I sent them along as agreed. “Thanks, buddy,” he replied. “Had an amazing date last night. It was so satisfying knowing you were cuddled up with her—her pussy has only ever felt my cock.”
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I admitted I enjoyed it more than I expected. “Yeah…” he continued, “I was a bit unsure at first about this whole dynamic, but it’s clear you want that pussy to be mine. After spending yesterday with her, I’m more than happy to satisfy that desire.”
Later, my wife woke up, and after our kid settled for a nap, we reconnected. She mentioned being a bit sore and asked if we could wait another day. I agreed without hesitation. That evening, her friend checked in, and I passed along the story. “Your wife’s definitely new to big cocks, but that won’t last long. Pussy adapts quickly to what it wants. At first, she seemed overwhelmed, but within minutes she was in pure bliss. Soon enough, she’ll start noticing how small your cock is instead of focusing on the size of mine.”
The following weeks involved occasional check-ins—just him telling me how much he enjoyed the videos or teasing me about wearing the cage. Eventually, they planned a hike together and sent me a few pictures from their day. My wife texted to say she’d be heading home soon.
Her bull messaged me, “She wasn’t feeling it today, unfortunately, but I got her to agree to a dinner date. She worried about leaving the kid alone with you too much, but I assured her—she knows you love this cuckold life. You adore watching your kid while your wife’s out hiking, biking, climbing with me, wearing those tight yoga pants I can’t stop admiring. Spending the afternoon wanting her to send you that text locking up your little cock.”
“Your wife loves you deeply and is adjusting to the new dynamic, but don’t worry—I know exactly what you crave. You want to be locked in that cage, begging me to fill your wife. You want her naked on my bed, legs spread wide, her wet pussy accepting my bigger, superior cock. You want me to fuck her until she forgets about you, begging for more of my dick… so when she comes home, she can only offer a distracted handjob because she’s spent. You want her pussy to be mine—and it will be.”
When my wife arrived home, life went on as usual. That night, her friend sent a photo of his hard cock. “Was watching those videos we made last time your wife spread her legs for me. Can’t wait to give her another workout. I’ll sort out the details for our dinner soon. Meanwhile, enjoy this big cock that’s about to be inside your wife.”
She told me she had a dinner date coming up next week and I’d be taking care of the kid. After confirming I was okay with it, she made plans. In the days leading to that second date, she teased me relentlessly—grinding against me, kissing me deeply, then leaving me high and dry. The day before, she ordered me to put on the cage and join her in the bedroom.
She greeted me wearing sexy white bridal lingerie, showing off for me and asking how I thought she looked. I complimented her, and she told me she planned to wear it on her date. Then she directed me to put on the strap-on, told me to eat her out, and climbed on top to ride the dildo while saying, “Your view tomorrow will be just like this—right next to your caged little cock.” She rode the dildo until she came, then let me remove it, mentioning we’d try wearing the cage overnight for the first time. I headed downstairs to finish the day, just as her friend messaged me.
“Hey buddy, heard we’re making progress with your wife. She was nervous about locking you in the cage, but I reassured her you’d love it. I know you’ve been hesitant about her embracing this, but it’s happening. You might not see it, but I do—the shy smiles on our dates, the look of ecstasy while I fucked her in every position on my bed, the private texts she sends me… I told you I’d make your wife’s pussy mine, and I am.”
He sent a couple of video clips. “See, while you were teased and locked up, your wife rode that wet pussy dildo right beside your caged cock. Meanwhile, another wife was screaming for more of my dick. As you strain against that cage, remember: tomorrow, your wife will be claimed just like her.”
“Don’t worry though—even as she shifts completely to preferring my cock, I’ll still let you clean her up when she comes home. Get comfortable sleeping in that cage tonight, cuck. This is only the beginning.”
I managed to sleep through the night and get through the day, though he kept sending teasing texts.
“Well rested and refilled so I can fuck your wife just right.”
Then a cock pic: “Tonight you’ll watch this vanish inside your wife. Soon after, I’ll snatch her phone—she’ll forget to send you proof. After five minutes, she’ll forget her own name and be bothering the neighbors.”
My wife dressed beautifully, kissed me goodbye, and left for her date. “Kiss that pussy goodbye,” she said teasingly, “because after tonight, it’ll only crave big cock… mine.”
As the evening passed, I got photos of their dinner and drinks before the “heading back to his place” message.
After a while of silence, my wife texted to ask if I was okay to FaceTime. I said yes, waiting ten minutes for her call. When it finally came, the screen was filled with her bouncing ass as she was taken from behind by the bull’s big cock. His voice teased, “Say hi to your husband, baby.” She mumbled greetings through breathy moans and little gasps.
The bull asked, “Whose pussy is this?” and my wife obediently responded, “Yours.” The video flipped to his smirking face, and he said, “Good girl. This is my pussy,” before hanging up with a taunting look.
I didn’t hear from them for a while, then my wife messaged that she was heading home, followed by a flood of pictures and videos.
Her friend messaged: “Dinner was great. Your wife wanted to FaceTime earlier, but once I saw her in that white lingerie, I couldn’t help myself. She barely protested as I warmed her up and bent her over. Thankfully, I grabbed her phone to show her poor little cuck back home. I wore her out with that tight MILF pussy—goodnight, cuck.”
When my wife got home, she unlocked me but immediately said she was tired and we could talk tomorrow, then went straight to bed. I was left alone with the videos, fondling myself as I watched before falling asleep.
The next morning, I found a note from her: “Get back in your cage.”
To be continued…