Owned by Her Bull

I love my wife. I would do anything for her, and I always have. But her deepest, most forbidden desire is something I could never give her-a man who would take control in ways she'd only dreamed of. A man who would push her to the absolute edge of pleasure and surrender. When Lila found Vance, a man with broad shoulders and a gaze full of quiet menace, I didn't stop her. This was her fantasy, a tantalizing world she craved to explore, and my role was simple: to watch.
I just never expected to become a central part of their wild, shameless game. Now, in the sanctity of our home, I am their audience and their plaything. He binds her with silken ropes, his touch both practiced and possessive, and she arches into his claim with a passion that is both beautiful and agonizing to witness. I am their pathetic toy, caught in a provocative dance of power, humiliation, and an electric thrill so raw it threatens to consume us all.
Every night is a new test, a new line crossed in this sinful arrangement. She is his to command, and I am theirs to use. But as jealousy and an undeniable urge wage war in my soul, I have to wonder. how deep are we willing to go before this perfect, depraved fantasy shatters our reality?