Once again, he unfurled his cock, letting it spill out over the top of his boxers. Except this time, before my wife even got on her knees, before she even touched it, before she even got out of the sexy lingerie she was wearing, I couldn't help the stiffening building erection that had begun to sprout under the matching lingerie they had both chosen for me. I was *hard*- entirely in spite of myself. Or maybe, this was actually instinctually *because* of myself.
They both noticed immediately, and as Amy began to tie up her hair, and prepare to drop to her knees, Mark held up his hand signaling for her to wait. "Stop"
A sneer crept onto his face And he chuckled devilishly at me "Are you *that* excited for me to fuck your wife?"
"Yes sir" I said, my voice ragged and small, as I dropped my gaze away from my wife and my bull's... and again in spite of myself, my needy, pathetic cuck cock hungrily twitched its agreement for all of us to see.
I allowed myself to steal a glance at his member, and this time, my cock twitched even more desperately, as my jaw dropped upon realizing that he wasn't even fully hard yet - And still he was HUGE. Bigger than he had any right to be. I would need both my hands just to cover most of his length and girth. *How the fuck was someone supposed to fit that in their mouth, let alone a pussy?*
Mark laughed wolfishly "No, I don't think that's all it is" he rose from the couch he was sitting on, taking Amy's hand in his, and led her closer to me.
Amy's eyes lit up with glee "look at how his mouth hangs open, daddy" they were close to me now, and she flicked the tiny bulge of my cock hidden beneath the lacy lingerie I was wearing. " I think he's excited for *your cock*.
My face flushed hot, and a wash of shame and humiliation crept over me. You would think after seeing another man fuck the love of my life, and then seeing her cum over his cock in a way I had never witnessed personally, and *then* being made to dress up in lingerie as I watched the two of them fuck each other like rabbits - That there was no more embarrassment left for me to have.
And yet here I was. Harder than I had ever been in my life, the intrusive thought of what his cock might taste like, pushing its way into my mind.
Almost on cue- as if he knew what I was thinking, my bull addressed Amy. "You know, I think you're right, baby." He flicked my cock again, and I shuddered involuntarily. "I think he wants to have a taste for himself" he wrapped his arm around Amy's shoulder, resting his hand on her bulging tit that was nearly spilling out of the tiny bra she was wearing for him.
He pulled her head into a deep, passionate kiss with her, and I could hear her quiet, needy, sloppy moans as their mouths entangled. They carried on for a couple of moments, before breaking away to look at me again.
"How would you like that, needle dick?" Amy continued to peck and kiss at his neck as he addressed me "do you wanna taste of daddy's cock?"
My wife's hand crept down to his dick, and began to gently stroke him in front of us.
"Nn-no..." I stammered, tears beginning to form in my eyes.
But that was an utter lie. The truth bubbled up in my body, and my cock became harder than it had ever been, and again, more quietly I spoke. "Y-yes... Daddy."
"Yes *what*, you fucking cuck?!" I flinched as he said this, a wave of deep pleasure, fear, and shame rolled over me at the same time.
My eyes flicked away from him to see that Amy had dropped to her knees, and was still stroking him... Her eyes readily staring back to catch my glance, as if she was expecting it. "I-I want to taste..." I looked back into Marks eyes and on a whim I added and emphasized the rest of my response "your *huge* bull cock, daddy."
