My Submissive Wife

Katrina knows the look her husband gives. That slight tilt of his chin means obey. Mark Davis walks in with a stranger tonight—no warning, no name—and points. She drops. On her knees, mouth open, she takes the unknown cock while Mark watches from the chair. He undoes his belt slow. When he steps behind her, he yanks her head back, slides a fat ball gag between her teeth, buckles it tight. Spit runs down her chin. Mark pulls the thin chain hooked deep in her ass; the cold steel tugs every time she rocks forward. The guest groans, shoves deeper down her throat. Mark spreads her cheeks, lines up, drives straight into her stretched hole. Each thrust yanks the hook, makes her moan around the gag. Both men use her until her thighs shake and her eyes water, and still she pushes back for more.