I gave her a little clap, cos it was such a good performance. I tell you, she was a right little actress, old Melanie. Poor chap, it was such a shame. But it kind of turned me on as well hearing her give him shit while he squirmed about in that chair.
I started undressing Melanie slowly and methodically in front of him. This was one thing I was really good at, undressing a woman. No fumble fingers. No way! I made sure he watched me taking liberties with her body, feeling her tits and arse, fingering her lovely cunny which was all lovely and sticky by now, starting to get nice and slick. I made her lie back on the floor in front of him, and to draw her knees up towards her waist with her legs apart. I arranged a cushion under her arse so that with the extra angle of elevation we could both see her lovely hairy pussy (not a real blonde though) and arsehole at the same time. Lovely! I parted her lips and moved to the side so that her husband could get a good view of me fingering her wet pussy. He squirmed around again and I felt my knob twitch. I swear it.
Then it was my turn to undress and show him what a real cock was like… eight and a half inches of blue-veined, ivory gristle. I posed in front of him, tormenting him with it, squeezing it to make it look bigger.
After a while I tucked my hand inside his panties and played with his cock, teasing him, continually ridiculing him about his lack of manhood. He became fully erect in my hand. He was visibly embarrassed about it, but he couldn’t help his hard-on while I played with him. That pleased me greatly. I considered wanking him off in front of Melanie, but after only a couple of playful strokes, decided to leave him to his own devices and invention, which wasn’t much.
If I’m in the right mood and I like the look of a bloke I sometimes suck him off in front of his missus, particularly if he’s got an aversion to gays, just to increase his humiliation. The ladies love it. You’d be amazed how many women fantasize about their husband getting blown by another man. No matter how much the man is against it, I can always make him cum in the end. Sometimes I’ll share his cum with his missus in a big French kiss. But as I said, I got to be in the right mood.
She laughed and started fingering herself. I ordered her to kneel in front of me and suck me off. She didn’t need any encouragement to come to heel.
“You see, Mr Hunt,” I taunted, cruelly, “how your wife prefers a real man, not a sissy with a tiny prick like yours. She loves my cock, don’t you, honey?” She looked at me, all wide-eyed and cheeks bulging and nodded her approval.”
I would love to have cum in her mouth but I really wanted to save myself for her slippery pussy and her snug arsehole, so I stopped her and ordered her onto all fours facing hubby. Now I gave her a real good ball-slapping fuck, alternating between her cunt and arsehole.
“Look at us, Mr Hunt,” I gasped, trying to get my breath. “We’re having such a lovely time at your expense (money out of his wallet). Aren’t you pleased for us? Huff! I guess we feel sorry for you, but not enough to ruin our enjoyment. Your wife is a (puff!) sumptuous fuck, I promise you. It’s a shame for you, you can’t do (huff!) anything to stop us. Ah well, I suppose you’ll just have to grin and bare it. Watch carefully, though, you still might learn something. (huff, fucking puff!)”