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.