A Ruined Wife: #2

"Man your woman is a slut isn't she. Why don't you jerk off to her, she's about to be useless to you anyway so you might enjoy one last good time." Reginald chided at him.

Chris' eyes looked sad as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his six inch cock. Barry and Mark snickered as he stroked it.

"Damn no wonder your woman needs a real cock" Mark said as Chris walked closer to his defiled wife. Jamie took her hands off Barry's cock and started to reach out for her husbands less endowed manhood, but Barry snapped. "No bitch, if you want any of this you can't touch him, and he can't touch you."

Jamie withdrew her hand immediately giggling. "Sorry hun, looks like you're on your own tonight. I really need these, they're so much bigger than you. I have to feel them in me."

With these words Chris had been completely humiliated. He could hear Reginald's laughter behind him. The humiliation set him on fire as his tiny dick got even harder, he began to stroke it. The look of pleasure on his wife's face. A look he had never seen while they were making love was plastered in his mind as he continued to stroke in front of her. He was focused on her, her breathing, her whimpering. It sent him over the edge as he watched his trophy wife lean over and take the head of Mark's eight inch cock in her mouth. He ejaculated, his jizm landing on the floor directly in front of him. Almost immediately one of the bouncers were pulling his pants up for him and Reginald smiled.

"We're going to take your wife for a ride, don't worry you'll be able to pick her tomorrow."

I was quiet" Chris objected. Reginald just

doesn't make the

as she was now in a doggy style, her beautiful blond hair waving

He was

Steve. Man you gotta get over to the club, we got this bitch in here and we need you to stretch her out right. Yeah,

help but cry knowing that on his 5th wedding anniversary his wife was going to be taking a different cock than his. Multiple cocks that wasn't his. Cocks that were thicker, longer and most

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didn't even stop as Barry slid the black thong she had worn for her husband off her hips and down to her knees. Barry began to rub slowly between her lips and slick thighs, and getting as close as he could to the clit without touching it. Jamie was going crazy in her mind, each time his finger came close she would suck harder and faster in anticipation, and each time Barry's finger backed away disappointment would wash over her, but her desire was heightening with every caress. It wasn't till the fifth time he teased he brushed her button slightly sending a streak of pleasure through her entire body causing her to moan around Mark's hard cock. Barry's gruff laugh sounded behind her as she ripped

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blushed, the feeling of submission caused

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