I made unbelievable money fucking women who needed more than their needle dick husbands could give them. The pleasure for me wasn’t in making your woman cum when you can’t, it was knowing you were comparing yourself to me and you could never measure up. My dick was rigid knowing the pain I was causing you.
There will never be a time you didn’t watch your wife suck me off and feel shame how bigger man’s dick turned her into a cock sucking slut. She didn’t care, and neither did I as long as you were watching her make my dick feel good. Funny how she didn’t worry about her makeup when I splattered cum on her face. And not a damn thing you could do except rub your little knob and wish you were a man like me, hating yourself every minute.
And we both knew I was there for you, not for her, to prove again that your insignificant dick can give her nothing. You pay the bills (including mine that day!) so she won’t leave you for the first man with an actual dick who can support her. You watch in agony while my club-like dick slowly disappears in her pussy, praying that her orgasms and a new necklace will keep her, even as she cries out how good it is to cum on my long thick meat the way she will never cum for you.
You never took your eyes off my dick, either. We both know your shame about that. The dick you’d have if you were a real man and not a eunuch. The image of my hard meat railing your wife is seared in your mind forever. The sound of your wife’s keening and grunting as my bull nuts slap her ass will haunt you forever, to your very last day on earth. She came on my dick, not yours. Again and again. And there isn’t a damn thing you can ever do about it.
Consider yourself lucky I didn’t beat you down like I did the next one and make you watch my asshole twitch while I pumped my cum in your woman and then had her smear it on your face. He’s not going to forget either. The check cleared, too. He got what he really wanted.
And so did you.