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He had no idea what hit him. His wife had drugged his lunch, so by the time he woke up, he was strapped to a dining room chair settled in the bedroom. His wife was on all fours on the bed staring and grinning at him, completely naked. She smacked her ass a couple of times, then turned and spread her cheeks so that he had a clear view of her shaved cunt and tight, puckered hole. You could tell he was getting really turned on, but the chastity device we had put on him was going to make it really hard for him to get anywhere. I walked over to him and straddled his left leg just as my big, buff, naked friend joined his wife on the bed. He made noises behind the gag we had in place, but who knew if they were complaints or moans of pleasure? As he watched, my friend started stroking his big dick, showing off how long and thick it was. I leaned back and whispered in his ear that that’s what a real man looks like, letting him know that his wife was very unhappy with his tiny little prick. The moment my friend stuffed his cock into her cunt, her eyes rolled back and she started moaning at how full she felt. I could hear her husband whimpering behind me as I started grinding my bare, wet cunt along his thigh. I reached underneath him to play with his sack and finger his ass a little, making sure he understood that his little dick could never please a woman, much less his woman, again. He watched as his wife got pummeled, her hair pulled, her hips held and battered. I knew he wanted to get off, but today was not the day. Instead, I ground out my own orgasm all over his thigh before walking over to kiss her full on the mouth. He’s at his wife’s whims, now.

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