Please not I am not a native English speaker. All feedback is more than welcome.
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"John? Is that you? Get in here!" Quietly I hummed to myself as I closed the front door behind me. I hung up my coat, still damp from the rain this morning and put away my shoes. I already recognised the tone in Angie's' voice. She sounded so domineering. I always liked that, feeling small. Maybe even worthless. She was being great at that. However, she also sounded slightly nervous. So she had something planned.
I entered the living room with a small smile, but froze in my tracks at the sight in front of me. Angie, my beautiful wife, sat on the couch, wearing nothing but a short dress with a plunging neckline. Her nipples were hard, showing her arousal and poked through the fabric. High heels and that amazing, deep red lipstick. God, she was gorgeous. But right next to her sat someone else. I thought I had seen him before somewhere.
"John, this is Tyrone. We met weeks ago at that club." She looked at Tyrone and for a moment I really thought she was nervous. She smiled as she cast her eyes down. Tyrone just sat there, leaning comfortably back on my couch, his legs spread to accommodate the rather large bulge between his legs. His eyes slowly raked over me, scrutinising.
"This is him? This is your husband?" His deep voice caused shivers do run down my spine. How could I ever compete with someone like this?
"He is," Angie spoke, her eyes still cast down.
The room remained silent for a couple of minutes as I still felt his eyes burning on me. I felt so awkward, almost as if I walked in on something I shouldn't be seeing. But I just knew Angie had planned this all along. She suddenly looked up to me, her eyes harsh.
"Don't just stand there. Show Tyrone why I had to invite him to my home. Undress." Immediately I lowered my head and slowly started to unbutton my shirt.
"Faster!" she commanded, as she snapped her fingers. Oh god. I pushed aside my nerves as I practically tore away my shirt and pants. Within a minute I stood naked in front of them, with only my socks still on.
Tyrone started laughing, loudly and booming. "Holy hell, no wonder you called me. It is so tiny, even my pinkie is bigger than that. John, do yourself a favour and stop embarrassing yourself. Sit down on the couch there. I will show you what it is like to really pleasure a woman."
I felt the shame was over me at his words, but I felt my tiny dick start to twitch and slowly coming to life.
Tyrone pulled Angie up from the other couch and peeled the dress off her. She was wearing nothing more than see through underwear, her naked breasts dancing as she moved. My mouth watered at the sight of her glorious body, my tiny little prick now fully erect. Her underwear was also pulled down. I could see she was already glistening in the light as she stepped out of the piece of fabric.
"Here, this will suit you better," Tyrone threw the underwear to me, which was soaking wet from her juices.
Both stared at me as I slowly pulled it on, my cheeks flaming red, my cock rock hard.
"Wait, is that him being erect? Oh Angie baby, I do feel sorry for you." She never said anything. Instead, she sunk to her knees, pulling his trousers and boxers down in one go. His huge cock sprung forward immediately, almost as big as a baby's arm. Angie moaned, as she took him in her hands. It didn't fit.
"This is what a real man should look like," she sneered to me, right before taking him in her mouth. She never did that to me and I couldn't stop watching. How her mouth had to stretch to only get the tip in. Her pink lips on his chocolate skin. She moaned again as he placed one of his large hands on the back of her head and pushed himself further in. She drooled and choked, making all kinds of noises.
"That's it baby, take it all. I'm going to fuck you next. Just imagine being stretched on this monster. How much better it would feel compared to that grain of rice you normally have." She moaned again, her eyes closed and her cheeks rosy. Her round breasts bounced as his hips flexed.
"Get on your hands and knees," he barked. "Your ass towards that ass there. So he can see how I stretch you right open." Angie crawled to the appointed place, but hesitated.
"The curtains..." she started, but Tyrone finished her sentence. "Stay open. You have nothing to be ashamed of. That pathetic piece of a boy there should." Angie just lowered her head, hollowing her back and pushing her hips up. She was dripping wet.
"Watch this, John. You're going to hear what it's like to tear open a woman. To hear her scream in pleasure. Oh and please, play with yourself, but don't you dare to come. If you cannot pleasure a woman, you do not have the right to enjoy yourself."
I didn't look up to him or answer him. Instead I watched his huge cock sway with every step he took, as he positioned himself behind my wife. My fingers started to rub my skin through the fabric of the panties as the tension built. He slowly slid the tip of his cock along the slit of her vagina. From her clit, over her entrance and to her puckering asshole, before moving back down.
"Please, Sir, please fuck me. I need a good fucking," Angie begged, pushing her hips further back.
