“What a miserable wimp you are!” Sabrina told me, as she applied a lipstick on her puckered lips.
“Certainly, dear.”
Sabrina tapped a finger against the side of my rock hard penis as she hunted around her make up box for something.
“When I am with my friends, I am going to tell them about you, you know.” Sabrina taunted me. “How do you like the idea of women you don’t even know laughing at what a pathetic wimp you are?”
Sabrina turned around and placed one hand on her hip, and the other hand wrapping themselves around my balls.
“These look quite full dear.” She told me. “You better not cum.”
“No, dear.”
“Look at how tiny that cock of yours is.” She laughed. “I should take a picture to show my girl friends.”
“Yes, dear.”
“It would be good comparison when I am out with a real guy later in the night.”
“Yes, dear.”
“When we look at your dick, we will know exactly what we don’t want.”
“Yes, dear.”
“My, my.” Sabrina leaned in for a closer look at my exposed genitals. “You are already starting to drip some of that pathetic disgusting filth out of your cock. You are such a wuss!”
“Sorry, dear.” I apologized, aware that I was leaking some precum.
“Look at yourself.” Sabrina grabbed my balls and gave me a little shake. “My, what a pitiable man you are!”
She continued to alternately jiggle my balls and rub a finger across my dick.
“I hope you are not thinking about cumming, are you?” She asked me.
“No, dear.”
“Hmm, did I give you permission to cum?” She started to rub me again vigorously.
“No, dear.”
It was torture. I tried to desperately think of anything other than my present predicament to avoid cumming. I tried to think about last night’s cricket game. I tried to picture my grandmother. I tried to think about the food I had eaten for lunch. Anything to stop thinking of how her dainty little fingers were gently gliding across my turgid hardness.
“Just think of three women laughing,” Sabrina continued, stroking me hard. “Laughing hysterically at the picture of your tiny little cock, and that pathetic little asshole, up in the air, for all to see, ready to be whipped. Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes, dear.”
“You know what’s funny?” My wife laughed. “Maybe I will run into one of your friends at a bar, and show him your fucking little picture, huh?”
Sabrina now grabbed my balls with one hand, and rubbed her saliva onto my dick with the other, and started to press her thumb across the hardness of my manhood, gently at first, and then furiously.
“Almost close to cumming, eh?” She taunted me.
“Yes, dear.”
“Did I give you permission to cum?”
“No, dear.”
“Do you want to get a spanking all night, Amit?”
“No, dear.”
“Then you better not cum, darling.”
“Yes, dear.” I groaned. I was now moaning. My body started to convulse. I would not be able to hold out for long, and my wife knew it.
“Now what shade of lipstick should I wear, darling?” Sabrina asked me, expecting no reply. “I have to attract a real man – you know – not another loser like you.”
“Yes, dear. Aahh..” I was so close!
My wife lessened the pace of her strokes as she concentrated now on her lipstick.