The door opened and his stunning wife, Emma, strode confidently in, pulling her date by the hand behind her. She wore a very short, very tight little black dress and the gorgeous, strappy high heels he'd bought her for her birthday. He stared adoringly at her long, toned legs and curves barely hidden by the dress. There was a flush of heat in his cock as it tried to become erect but was instantly stopped by the unrelenting, bright pink chastity device.
"There he is," she said as she approached and gave him a peck on the cheek, the faint smell of alcohol on her breath.
"You know, a part of me still didn't believe you about this," her date said chuckling, looking down at him over her shoulder.
Having helped Emma choose this guy from his dating profile, he knew he was a big man, but now it was obvious just how big. Being six foot four, he dwarfed both of them and his muscular physique was something to behold. It was not over the top, but obvious that this guy took very good care of himself. Also, something about the way he carried himself, instantly telegraphed that he was very confident and dominant.
"You didn't believe me?" she replied in feigned innocence while turning to face him and bite her bottom lip.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he replied, disarmingly, with a handsome smile. "Does he wear this all the time? And what do I call him?" he continued, simultaneously reaching out and taking hold of the chastity device.
"You don't have to speak to him at all, if you don't want, but most guys just call him 'cuck' when we're doing this. Now, never mind him, come and make up for insulting me," she said as she walked seductively to the desk in the corner. "And baby, it's been a while since you were emptied so go and fetch Annabelle."
The cuck's heart sank. He hated Annabelle. He'd rather be emptied via prostate massage, with no orgasm than use... her. And especially in front of one of Emma's bulls. But he loved Emma so much and worshipped the very ground she walked on, that after only the briefest hesitation, he quietly slipped out and made his way to their equipment room.
Annabelle was a blowup doll, but not a good blowup doll. She was cheap, nasty and see-through. She was more like a bachelor party accessory than a sex toy, but she did have a shallow vaginal opening, that when lubricated, provided just enough basic stimulation to get him to orgasm.
Using the foot pump for speed, he inflated her and returned to the Master bedroom, where he found Emma perched spreadeagled on the desk with her date kneeling, his face buried in her pussy. They paid him no attention, so he moved, as per her standing instruction to sit on his cuck chair and watch.
She was close to orgasm as she put all her weight on one hand while moving the other to the back of her bull's head to pull it in closer, her delightful moaning becoming louder and more urgent. Taking the hint, he picked up his speed and soon Emma's legs began to shake as the orgasm washed over her.
Sliding off the desk and, on shaky legs, she led her date over to the bed, where she indicated for him to sit down. "Come here, baby," she instructed her husband. Turning back to the other man, she asked, "you're not shy, are you? You don't mind if he gets you hard, I need to prepare him while he does, that's all."
"Fine by me," came the reply.
"In between his legs, that's it," she said as she gently manoeuvred him into a kneeling position. Get him nice and hard for me, ok? You want me to enjoy that big dick, don't you?" she asked softly.
