“Yes, I am eyeing up you wife,” I replied, looking the weasel of a man straight in the eye. He was now frantically trying to remove his own trousers, with his eyes fixed on my engorged penis. It took a moment for me to process, but I had definitely heard him correctly. She let out a gasp as I entered her, and I slowed down even further to at to ease her into it. I’m not ridiculously big, but at almost seven and a half inches, with girth to match, it can’t be claimed I’ve ever left a woman disappointed. “Yes, oh god yes. I decided to give her a hand and in one movement pushed my trousers and briefs to the ground, giving her a complete view of my impressive manhood. “Oh fuck,” she panted, as I continued pushing myself in, “there can’t be more.”
With that comment I let her have the final half inch, and was rewarded with another almighty moan. He stood naked from the waist down, still clutching at himself, his right hand sticky with a pathetic dribble of his own mess. It was obvious that the man had some deep seated insecurities, but I wasn’t about to let him talk to me like that, even in front of his partner. It didn’t take long before I could
