After Greeting Me At The Door, Her Shy Husband Ushered Me Into The Living Room And Invited Me To Sit

After greeting me at the door, her shy husband ushered me into the living room and invited me to sit while he waited for his sweet wife to finish getting ready for our date. She sat on a comfortable chair in the center of the room, while he was sitting on the sofa.

It may sound strange, but the awkward moments you have to wait with the husband are exciting to me. It gives us an opportunity to bond and create relationship norms.

We sat in silence as he fidgeted. I stared at him with a gentle smile on my face, avoiding eye contact. I enjoyed seeing him struggle with the fact that he was in the same room as the man he was making love to his wife with. Several times he tried to break the ice with small talk, but was unable to form a coherent sentence.

After watching him squirm for a few minutes, I decided to strike up the conversation. I got up from my seat and sat next to him on the sofa. This was adding to his annoyance as his embarrassment grew. He tried to get up, but I put my hand on his shoulder hard to keep him in place.

I kept staring at me and waited for him to make eye contact. When he finally looked at me, I said in a low voice, "How do I taste, buddy?"

He was dumbfounded by the question. He understood exactly what I meant, but he couldn't bear to admit it. “Wha… I don't know what you mean.”

He turned his head away. I waited a few seconds and then put my hand on his chin to make him face me. "I know what you do when Jenny comes home with me from her dates. You can't wait to take off her panties and bury your face between her legs. You admit it?"

was silent. I found myself feeling excited as I watched his inner struggle. He stammered, thinking of a way to deny it. Finally, feeling upset and weak, he gave up. I let him look away in embarrassment as he nodded and whispered, "Yeah."

"Thank you for your candor, my friend," I said. "Do you like how I taste?"

Again, he nodded.

"Do you like that I am now her primary sexual partner and have reduced your love life to masturbation and date night?"

His breathing increased and it became apparent that his remaining resistance was fading away. He whispered: "Yes."

I commanded "look at me". complied. "Admit that you are excited to hand over your sweet wife to a superior man." I nodded, but I wanted his complete submission. "Say it."

"I am excited to hand over my sweet wife to a superior man," he said.

His words were left hanging in the air for a moment. I beat him. I was feeling strong and excited. I grabbed his hand and put it on his crotch so that he could feel the strong masculinity that would enter his wife soon. He gasped as he felt its thickness, and undoubtedly noticed that it was much larger than his own.

We heard Jenny start to come down the stairs. I told him, "I'll make sure I send her home with an extra messy treat for you tonight, buddy. Do you want that?"

"Yes sir" he muttered.

“Good boy,” I said, and stood up before his wife entered the room. We left our date and enjoyed each other all night long. I returned it to him the next morning full and served, perfectly fulfilling my promise to him.