My wife, Elena, had always been a goddess who knew exactly how to destroy me with a single look. At 32, she was the kind of woman who turned heads in any room — long raven hair, piercing green eyes, full lips that loved to smirk when she was about to ruin me, and a body built for sin: heavy D-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and an ass that begged to be grabbed. But tonight, in the shadow of the billionaire’s ancient Scottish castle, she looked like pure walking temptation.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror in our guest suite, adjusting the tiny black miniskirt that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. It was so short that bending over even slightly would reveal the lacy black thong underneath. Her white blouse was tied just below her breasts, creating a deep cleavage window, and her black stiletto heels made her legs look endless.
“Do I look fuckable, cuck?” she asked, turning to me with that wicked smile.
“Yes, Goddess,” I whispered, already on my knees as she had ordered earlier. My cock strained uselessly in the pink chastity cage she’d locked me in before we left for this “business trip.”
“Good boy.” She patted my cheek. “Tonight you’re going to watch a real man take what’s his. Mr. Viktor Kane doesn’t just own this castle — he owns everything he wants. And tonight, he wants me.”
Viktor Kane was a self-made billionaire tech mogul known for his ruthless acquisitions and legendary private parties at his restored 14th-century castle. When Elena had “accidentally” met him at a charity gala two weeks ago, she made sure he noticed her. One flirty conversation led to an invitation to his private estate. And now here we were.
The castle was breathtaking — towering stone walls, torch-lit corridors, and a great hall that looked like something from a dark fairy tale. Viktor greeted us personally. He was tall, broad-shouldered, in his early 40s, with salt-and-pepper hair and the confident aura of a man who never heard the word “no.”
“Elena,” he said, his deep voice rumbling as he kissed her hand. His eyes devoured her miniskirt-clad body. “You look even more delicious than I remembered.”
She laughed, the sound throaty and teasing, pressing her body against him just enough to make me ache. “Thank you, Sir. My husband and I are so grateful for the invitation.”
Viktor glanced at me dismissively. “Husband. You’ll find the cuck chair in the corner of the master suite. Stay quiet unless spoken to.”
My face burned with humiliation, but my caged cock throbbed.
Dinner was an exquisite torture. Elena sat next to Viktor at the long oak table, her hand occasionally disappearing beneath the tablecloth. I could see her fingers stroking his thigh while she laughed at his stories about hostile takeovers and private jets. Every time she crossed her legs, the miniskirt rode higher, flashing the smooth skin of her thighs.
By dessert, Viktor had his hand on her knee, sliding it upward under the tiny skirt. Elena’s eyes met mine across the table, sparkling with dominance.
“Shall we retire to my chambers?” Viktor asked, already knowing the answer.
Elena stood, smoothing her miniskirt down just enough to remain decent. “Lead the way, Sir. My little cuck will follow.”
The master suite was massive — a four-poster bed bigger than our entire bedroom back home, stone walls adorned with tapestries, and a roaring fireplace. A heavy wooden chair sat in the corner, equipped with leather restraints. I took my place without being told.
Viktor wasted no time. He pulled Elena into a deep, possessive kiss, his large hands roaming over her body. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her ass, hiking the miniskirt up to her waist and exposing her thong.
“Look at him,” Elena said breathlessly, breaking the kiss and pointing at me. “He’s already leaking in his cage. Pathetic, isn’t it?”
“Very,” Viktor chuckled. He turned her around so she faced me, bending her slightly over the edge of the bed. “Watch closely, cuck. This is how a real man fucks your wife.”
He yanked the thong down her legs. Elena stepped out of it gracefully, kicking it toward me. Viktor dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face between her cheeks, eating her pussy and ass with loud, obscene sounds. Elena gripped the bedpost, her miniskirt bunched around her waist, moaning loudly.
“Oh fuck, Sir… your tongue is so much better than his.”
I strained against the chastity cage, precum dripping onto the stone floor.
After making her cum once with his mouth, Viktor stood and freed his cock. It was massive — thick, veined, and already rock hard. Elena’s eyes widened with genuine lust.
“On the bed, slut,” he commanded.
She climbed onto the huge bed on all fours, still wearing the miniskirt and heels. The sight of her like that — ass up, skirt flipped up, pussy glistening — was burned into my brain forever.
Viktor positioned himself behind her and thrust in deep with one powerful stroke. Elena cried out in pleasure, her back arching.
“Yes! Fuck me, Sir! Fill me up!”
He pounded her hard, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the stone chamber. Elena’s tits bounced free from her blouse as she pushed back against him, greedy for every inch.
I watched helplessly as this billionaire claimed my wife in his castle. Her moans grew louder, filthier.
“Harder! Own my married pussy! Make my cuck husband watch you ruin me!”
Viktor grabbed her hips and fucked her like an animal. Elena came hard, screaming, her body shaking. He didn’t stop — he kept slamming into her until he roared and emptied his first massive load deep inside her.
When he pulled out, thick white cum immediately began leaking from her well-fucked pussy, dripping down her thighs onto the expensive sheets.
Elena turned around, still on her knees, and looked at me with pure femdom triumph.
“Crawl over here, cum drinker.”
I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled across the cold stone floor. The scent of sex was overwhelming.
“Clean my bull’s cock first,” she ordered.
Viktor stood there, his massive cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. I opened my mouth and took him in, tasting my wife’s pussy and his cum. He face-fucked me casually while Elena watched, fingering herself.
“Good little cuck,” she purred. “Now the main course.”
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. The miniskirt was still around her waist. Cum was pouring out of her swollen pussy.
“Drink it. Every drop. Show Mr. Kane what a pathetic cum-guzzling husband you are.”
I buried my face between her thighs, lapping up Viktor’s thick, salty load straight from her well-fucked hole. Elena grabbed my hair, grinding against my face.
“Deeper! Suck it out! I want you to taste how superior he is.”
I swallowed load after load, the humiliation burning through me even as my caged cock tried desperately to get hard. Viktor watched with amusement, stroking himself back to full hardness.
When I’d cleaned most of it, Elena pushed me away and pulled Viktor back onto the bed.
“Round two, Sir. I want another load.”
This time she rode him, her miniskirt flipped up, tits bouncing as she slammed down on his cock. I was forced to sit inches away, watching every detail — the way her pussy stretched around him, the creamy ring forming at the base of his shaft, her juices mixing with his previous cum.
“Tell him, cuck,” she gasped between moans. “Tell him whose pussy this is now.”
“It’s his, Goddess. Your pussy belongs to the billionaire.”
She came again, screaming, and Viktor filled her with a second huge load. This one was even bigger.
Elena didn’t even let me clean her immediately. She made me watch as more cum leaked out, then finally pulled my head back between her legs.
“Drink, cum slut. Swallow everything he gave me.”
I obeyed, sucking and licking until her pussy was sparkling clean and I had consumed every drop of the billionaire’s seed. My belly felt full of it.
But they weren’t done.
For hours they used me. Viktor fucked Elena in every position — missionary while she made me hold her legs open, doggy while I licked his balls, even standing against the castle window overlooking the moonlit grounds while I knelt beneath them catching drips.
Each time he came, I drank it. Straight from her pussy. Straight from his cock. Mixed in her mouth as she snowballed it into mine. By the end I was a broken, cum-drunk mess on the floor.
As dawn approached, Elena sat on my face one final time, her miniskirt ruined and cum-stained.
“You’re never fucking me again, cuck. Only real men like Viktor get this pussy. Your job is to drink their cum and stay locked.”
Viktor laughed, zipping up his pants. “Consider this castle open to you both anytime, Elena. Bring your little cum drinker — I enjoy the entertainment.”
Elena kissed him deeply, then looked down at me with loving cruelty.
“Say thank you, cum drinker.”
“Thank you, Sir… for fucking my wife and letting me drink your cum.”
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