Cuckolded by a Futa

Britney slowly lowered herself, guiding her massive cock to Emily’s hot, wet pussy. Steve leaned forward, his hands clenched. He watched as the tip of Britney’s cock, thick as a forearm, pressed against Emily. Emily cried out, a sound of both pain and profound pleasure. Britney eased in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, stretching Emily wider than Steve had ever dared. Emily’s hips lifted, her back arched, her mouth open in a silent scream, then a moan of pure ecstasy as the first few inches slid deep inside her.

The image on screen zoomed in slightly, showing Emily’s face, contorted in a mask of overwhelming sensation. Tears streamed from her eyes, but her expression was one of absolute bliss. Steve watched his wife be utterly consumed, her body molding around Britney’s colossal cock, taking every last inch until Britney was buried hilt-deep.

Britney began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickly picked up pace. Emily’s moans grew louder, more uninhibited. She bucked and writhed, meeting Britney's thrusts with an eagerness that tore at Steve’s heart, yet fascinated him in a horrifying way. He had never heard Emily make such sounds, never seen her move with such abandon. It was an entirely different Emily, one unleashed by a **** far greater than his own.

“Oh… God, Britney… yes! Deeper!” Emily cried out, her voice raw, ****. “Fuck me, Britney, harder!”

Britney obliged, pounding into Emily with a ferocity that made the bed creak. Emily’s blonde hair was plastered to her forehead, her large breasts bounced with every thrust, and her ass rose and fell with a mesmerizing rhythm. Steve felt a surge of humiliating arousal, his small penis throbbing in his hand, a pointless gesture against the magnitude of what he was witnessing.

After what felt like an eternity, Emily’s body tensed, her eyes rolling back in her head. She shrieked, a long, drawn-out cry of pure, unadulterated orgasm, her back arching violently as multiple waves of pleasure ripped through her. Britney groaned, her own release close, and then, with one final, deep thrust, she emptied herself inside Emily. Steve watched the thick, white cum stream into his wife, a visible, undeniable violation of their intimacy, a creampie that sealed his utter defeat.

Britney pulled out slowly, her cock dripping. Emily lay panting, glistening with sweat and cum, her eyes still glazed with post-orgasmic bliss.

A small clock icon appeared in the corner of Steve’s screen, indicating their initial time was almost up. He waited, his stomach churning, for the signal that it was over. But then, on screen, Emily reached out, her hand finding Britney’s.

“No,” Emily whispered, her voice rough, her eyes still half-closed. “No. I… I want to extend. All night. Please, Britney.”