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humiliated at my sons party

... of them.&#034 I did as I was told, my face burning even redder as I heard the boys burst into ribald laughter at the sight of my pitiful pin-dick, which was already treacherously hard again. I glanced over and saw them pointing at my crotch, still wet from my hands-free orgasm, practically rolling on the floor with gleeful mirth, and I felt yet more of what manhood I still possessed shrivel up inside me. I must've been smaller when hard than some of them were when soft. &#034Now, listen; I've been fucked by all these boys multiple times since I got home last night, better than I have been in all my nineteen years of sharing my bed with you, at least until our son was old enough to take over those duties from you. I was fully prepared to give you one last chance to fuck me good and properly last night after the conference - though I had no intention of giving up Brent's huge cock - but you chose to drink to the point that you couldn't even go for a shit by yourself, let alone get that ridiculous little thing hard. I clearly put WAY too much confidence in you. But I will say one thing; the only thing these boys can't do better than you is eat pussy.&#034 I looked up at her, pleadingly, as the laughter burst out again, but Sarah's eyes flashed and I dropped my eyes again at once. &#034Get on the bed and lie back.&#034 She directed, and I found myself practically scrambling to obey, to the great merriment of the boys. My wife maneuvered me so that my head was at the foot of ...

... the bed facing the onlooking boys. &#034Since these boys have been good enough to give you a display of how real men treat women like me in bed, I think it's your turn to give them a demonstration in turn. Now I have them it's all you're really good for any more. Watch closely, boys!&#034 I looked up as she swung her legs over me so that she was straddling my head, her ripe, gooey cunt directly overhead. I noticed that she had shaved recently, and I squirmed at the realisation that it was probably intended for my benefit last night. But I had fucked up, and her freshly shaved pussy had instead been enjoyed by our son and his band of friends. &#034Now, Stanley, I want you to go to town on this pussy like your life depends on it.&#034 Sarah said instructively as she lowered herself down onto my face, her ass facing the room. &#034Show these boys how a wimpy, pathetic cuckold services his wife.&#034 What could I do but obey? As her gaping snatch pressed against my mouth, the laughter and jeers of the boys ringing in my ears, I extended my tongue to lap gently at the lips of her labia and her clit. I heard her gasp above me as I teased the folds of flesh, and as always she began to get wetter, the scent of her sex overpowering my senses. As I dug deeper with my tongue, her weight pushing my face ever deeper into her muff, I heard her grunt, and my wide open mouth was suddenly filled with a glob of gooey, tangy fluid. I swallowed it dutifully down even as I realised that she was ...