Quite literally. Under her thumb as it slid over the head of her new boyfriend Matt's penis. He was already very hard but with each stroke of her thumb across his glans, he throbbed and grew thicker and more rigid. My face was positioned directly beneath his cock and balls. the rest of my body was underneath the divan where they sat next to each other. My wife Joanna snuggled up to him as she lovingly caressed his erection. Her soft moans of satisfaction were nearly continuous as he grew with pleasure under her attentive hands. Every now and then he let out a groan to which she responded in kind. So happy to know she was pleasing him. His pleasure was so obviously and painfully her priority now. She placed his pleasure above me. Literally, directly above me.
I watched at the scene before my eyes. Her hand slid up and down his shaft as the other caressed and cupped his balls. Occasionally tenderly running her fingernails from the base, all the way up his shaft, lightly stroking his glans with her fingtips and then enclosing her hand around him and sliding back down. His cock was perfect. I was sick with jealousy and envy seeing how she reacted to his arousal. Hearing her verbally worship his penis as she gave it so much pleasure was excruciating to me. She was proud that she had made such a perfect cock so excited. And she made it very clear. As clear as the drop of pre-cum that was forming on the tip of his cock. Welling up above the slit, growing with each word of praise from her, threatening to drip off onto my face.
And then it happened. My worst fear came true. She held his cock reverently in her hand and told him "I love you". Matt and I both shed a tear at the sound of her confession. Mine was of sadness, rejection, jealousy and the immense pain of losing the love of my life to the man whose penis was being stroked by her hands above my face. His was of joy, ecstasy, and the sublime sadistic pleasure of taking her away from me while I watched her give her love to him. My tear came from my eye. His, from his cock. Despite the very different sources and feelings that caused our tears, their destination was exactly the same. My face. Matt sensed the moment that the drip rolled off of his cock. As soon as it did he leaned over so that he could see his victorious debasement of me. He held eye contact with me as he smirked. Without words, he told me - "I won. She's mine".
