What are you going to do about it?

Finally Paul said, "Well I guess there is only one way to prove my point." Deb thought he was joking, but I knew better. He stood, obviously having trouble with his erection and asked, "Do you want me to whip it out?"

"Yeah, let's see this thing!" Deb said. The alcohol had worn away all of her inhibitions. Her nipples were threatening to rip through her shirt and a darker patch of dampness was evident at her crotch. "Take it out."

Paul took his t-shirt off and threw it toward me. Deb hadn't even glanced at me since Paul asked his question. She glanced at his muscular torso admiringly and stared at his zipper with anticipation. Paul removed his jeans and stood in front of Deb in just his boxer shorts. His cock was so hard that it had lifted the leg of his boxers and more of his cock was exposed than I had cock. He was angled in such a way so that I could clearly see his enormous tool and Deb's expression of awe. She never looked away from it.

"Still think I need pills?" He asked. She didn't respond. She just stared in awe. "Take off my shorts." He ordered. Deb blinked, as though her trance had been broken. Then she reached up and grabbed his shorts by the waist. As she pulled them down they caught on his long cock. Without thinking, she reached inside and pulled his cock inside his boxers so she could finish. When his shorts fell to his feet he kicked them back toward me. Deb still had his cock in her hand. She could have fit two more hands on it, but she only had the other hand so it joined the first. She stroked it slowly and slid off the edge of the couch to her knees. I knew what was going to happen next.

I was jealous and sickened, and I felt betrayed. I also had a raging hard-on. I felt as powerless to stop this from happening as I had whenever Paul humiliated me. Deb lifted Paul's giant cock and started sucking on his balls. She glided her tongue down the length of his veiny throbbing erection. Paul held her by her hair at the back of her head and slowly pulled her away. She looked up at him with an injured look in her eyes. Then Paul reached down and pulled her shirt off and tossed it at my feet.

I was simultaneously devastated and aroused. The sight of my beautiful and, up until now, faithful wife kneeling topless before another man's hard cock with her perfect breasts pinked up from arousal and swaying as she furiously sucked it was too much to take. I pulled my pants down to my knees and started stroking my dick. Within a few minutes Paul's deep laugh filled the room. He was watching me pull at my dick. Deb looked over at me, startled. For a split second she looked guilty as though she had been caught in what she thought was a perfectly private moment between her and Paul. Then she laughed.

I came immediately, a miserable drizzle poured over my hand, my little prick must have been totally obscured by my fist. My hairless balls were a tiny pouch beneath it. "Give me that big cock!" Deb said. She continued slobbering on his cock. I ran to the kitchen to clean up my mess. My arousal replaced with the sickening feeling that had accompanied it. I started to cry. My beautiful wife had laughed at my dick and was giving a blowjob to my archenemy. She had begged for his cock. I walked sobbing back to the living room, somehow feeling that I had to watch the rest of this scene.

Paul had managed to get Deb out of her pants and they writhed on the floor as his fingers played with her pussy through her sopping white satin panties. He was kissing her lips, neck and tits, pulling at her nipples with his teeth. She moaned and sighed, saying, "Fuck me Paul! I want your giant cock inside of me. Please baby. Oh that feels so good!" 

Paul sat up and roughly pulled her panties off. He started going down on her, spreading her legs and bearing his face in her wet, neatly trimmed pussy. "Do you want a real man's cock, baby? Are you my slut?" he asked, coming up for air.

"Yes Paul! Oh yes!" she screamed.

"Say it!" Paul commanded.

"I want a real man's cock! I want your cock! I'm your slut!" she screamed. My own dick had crept back into itself. It was the cock of a prepubescent child. It was a pitiful example a man's pride. And now Deb knew that.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you slut! Tell your husband what you want me to do to you!"

"I want you to fuck me with your giant cock, Paul! Please fuck me now!" Then she whimpered.

"Tell him!"

"I don't ever want your pencil dick to come near me again! I want this cock. I belong to this cock! You are nothing compared to him! Look at your pathetic baby dick." She said while looking at my ever-shrinking penis. She had a look of intense pleasure from Paul and a look of disgust for me. It wasn't feigned. I was crushed.

Paul positioned the bulbous purple head of his tool on Deb's pussy lips. She pulled her legs back in anticipation. Paul worked a few inches in and she moaned in ecstasy. Paul positioned his arms so that Deb's legs hovered above her head and said, "Is that about the size of hubby's prick, baby?"

"It's more. It's huge. Give me more, Paul!" She thrust downward to take in more of Paul. Paul eased his cock deep inside her pussy until she gasped. Then he retreated and pushed forward again until his entire cock was impossibly buried in her pussy. He began riding her hard. Deb squealed and yelled out Paul's name and begged for his cock until it sounded as though she was breathlessly chanting "Paul! Cock!"

After an improbable length of time, Paul began to tense up and he pulled his cock out Deb's hammered pussy. He edged up to straddle above her tits. Deb raised her head to catch his cum. But the first blast shot across her face and into her hair. She quickly took his cock into her mouth to swallow blast after blast of Paul's jizz.

Paul rolled off of Deb who was licking the cum from her face off of her fingers. She turned on her side and they spooned for a time giving each other little affectionate kisses and hugs. They turned at one point to look at me. My dick was once again betraying me by standing erect. Paul just shook his head and they laughed to one another.

They spent the rest of the night in our wedding bed. Paul came down the next morning, half undressed and said, "See you at work baby dick."

Things changed between Deb and me after that night. She says she still loves me and apologized for letting this happen, but Paul still comes over on a regular basis and fucks my wife right in front of me. Lately he's been having me take pictures of them which he passes around the break room at work. I'm looking for a new job. After all, what can I do about it?