I am a cuckold without a cage. My hotwife insists I ride the edge as she orgasms with her lovers. She says it intensifies her pleasure. So, I remain engorged and dripping watching her cum. She has two bulls in particular. I get her wet and ready with my mouth. One is young, twenty-five, and always ready to spread her open with his thick, heavy cock, which she loves. When he empties his balls into her, she cums continuously. The other is older, forty-three. He has a massive cock, which she worships and adores. It goes all the way to her uterus, causing her to shake with blissful pleasure, almost passing out. Both bulls drive her crazy in different ways. She lives for that. Who am I to interfere? I am glad she wants me to contribute. She is a hot forty-three. I am a fit sixty-four and still interested. This is how we handle our age difference and needs. She can have whoever she wants while I get to watch, but never cum. If I do, she spanks me. In this way, we manage and fulfill our sex life in a gratifying and loving marriage.

--

The older bull will be here soon. We are both waiting naked in the living room. She sits on the couch over a towel, whining as I kneel between her legs, licking and eating her pussy, the juices soaking the fabric, and the gold hotwife ring shining on her right ankle. Through the door, pushing me aside, he kisses her hard, drops his pants, and inserts an enormous cock in her mouth. I watch from my chair, stunned as she swallows, gulping, massaging it down her throat. He roars, pulls out, and without hesitation stuffs himself all the way into her.

Grabbing his ass as if to force him in further, she screams, "Ahh-uahh-uaaahhh!!", stiffens, and begins to shake uncontrollably.

He shouts, "I own you!"

She shrieks, "My God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I am dripping pre-cum all over the floor. I dare not touch myself lest I lose it. He explodes inside her, bellowing with a final thrust which almost tips the couch. She whimpers incoherently.

After a pause, he withdraws, pulls on his pants, and goes to the door, saying, "Call me whenever you want me."

"I w-will," she stammers.

She looks at me with a blank stare, stands up with his stuff draining down her legs, wraps the towel around her body, kisses the top of my head, and goes upstairs to the bathroom. Immobile, I remain in the chair listening to the water of the shower.

--

Her other bull arrives another day. I dress her in a black corset and stockings, exposing her perfect, well-rounded breasts and revealing her strong, sensual body and beautiful legs. No panties. Her pussy is already distended with anticipation and my ministrations. She sits on the couch, legs crossed. I am in my chair. The young man is a fitness trainer in the local gym where we workout, and she attracts a lot of attention.

He knocks politely on the door. "Come in, my love," she says, opening her legs.

He moves deliberately toward her, bulging in his pants. She unbuckles the belt, drawing down his underwear so his cock pops out erect and proud. It is thick, meaty, and wedge-shaped, curving up to its pointed head, which she takes in her mouth, sucking and tongue-teasing. Groaning, eyes rolled back, he places that big plug at her entrance and slowly pushes in, spreading and filling her up. She gasps. My pants are wet with pre-cum. I take out my cock and balls, which are tight and blue, putting my hands behind my back to prevent any further stimulation. He is fucking her vigorously and relentlessly. She orgasms on his cock every time he releases inside her. I count six, maybe seven times. She is moaning, her flawless olive skin radiant. He is tireless. I stand up, clenching my fists, trying to prevent what is happening to me. I can't help it. My cum is leaking onto the floor. Finally, he collapses on her soft, beautiful breast and falls asleep. Looking at me, she gently strokes his hair.

He stirs, dresses, kisses her tenderly, and goes to the door saying, "See you at the gym."

She smiles and waves lightly, blowing him a kiss, glancing at the pool at my feet. "Go get the hairbrush," she commands.

I fetch it.

Crooking her finger, "Come here," she says firmly.

I obey.

Pulling down my pants to my bare ass and turning me roughly over her knee, she spanks me hard and without mercy, until her arm gets tired and I cry real tears.

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The next day, after lunch, looking at me reflectively, "Come with me upstairs to the bedroom," she orders. "Seems you need more training, my dear," she comments, gesturing with the hairbrush to remove my clothes and join her on our bed.

She sits in the black lingerie, pulls up and spreads open her legs, revealing her swollen pussy and crotch red from the pounding of yesterday's lover. I sit facing her.

"Now show me the pain and pleasure my bulls bring you," she demands.

"How?" I reply.

"Use your cock, work it, and express yourself."

So, I stroke the shaft and glans, squeezing my balls and start to drip. She watches half-smiling with mild curiosity. Looking at her glistening pussy, I begin to tense with desire. Using the pre-cum as well, the sensation builds. I want her.

"You know you can't have me," she observes.

Whimpering and sobbing, remembering what the bulls did to her brings me to the edge.

"Stop!" she orders. "Roll over on your stomach."

I obey.

Cracking the hairbrush over and over on my buttocks, "I want you always edged and ready, you understand?" she shouts, with one final, furious crack on my ass. "You can ride the edge, but never cum. Remember that!"

I understood.

"Now get back in front of me."

I resume my position.

"Let's go through this again," she says.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can. Use your penis cream."

Rubbing it in, slick and squeaky, I feel immediately the warm blood expanding my cock. Working it more makes wave after shivering wave of pleasure and desire, balls to eyes and back, cresting, but never breaking. My vision blurs.

She slaps my face and kisses my mouth. "That's exactly where I want and need you, my darling, as you watch me with my lovers," she whispers gently in my ear.

With some discomfort and poignance I can't explain, I say, "Thank you."