1. Theater Handjob


    Date: 10/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Cuckold, Author: Relas, Rating: 68, Source: sexstories.com

    problem arose: despite the love and commitment toward Samantha my dick didn't want the show to end. I distracted them with small talk at first, telling them how big the line was and why it took so long. Then explained how I entered the theater on the wrong side, they had no idea I was onto them. I could see her friend slowly rubbing himself under his loose baggy shirt, hoping to have my girlfriend continue somehow. I reclined in my seat and took a breath, I knew this was stupid but I figured we would argue about it on the ride home anyway. I put my arm around her back and pulled her beside me, letting her head rest on my shoulder. With an uneasy excitement in my stomach I leaned over and whispered into her ear. I told her that I didn't like it; but I wanted her to keep going. Of course she acted dumb, asking me what I ment. Once I explained that I had seen her giving him a tug job she became worried, wondering if I was mad. Of course I was, but like a fool I was listening to my dick instead of my brain. I told her that we would discuss it later, but that I wanted her to help him finish. Naturally she was a little shocked, but after a moment she kissed my cheek and accepted. The one catch to this: is that I wanted her leaning against me not him. She agreed. Samantha didn't know it, but leaning my way let me see over her back and gave a perfect view of her friend. I scowled at him of course, but as her hand reached under his shirt the look of bewilderment on his face made me ...
    crack a smile. He was about to push her hand away when he saw me nodding at him, non-verbally telling him that it was okay. The smug look of satisfaction on his face instantly brought back my scowl. Now I'm not a big man, and I'm happy with my dick size, but I felt a little humiliated once I saw what Samantha had been playing with. At least an inch longer and undoubtedly thicker her small hand could barely wrap around it. With a clear string of pre-cum drooling from the tip of his cock, Samantha's hand slowly worked itself up and down his length. I tried not to stare the entire time, but honestly I was only glanced at the movie for a few seconds at best. Watching her stroke him gave me a nervous excitement that I can only compare with going on a new date. Seeing him smirk made it worse: why would she even want to please him? Once he knew I wasn't a problem he started becoming bold: pulling his pants down far enough so his balls were exposed. Moving her hand lower she softly caressed and squeezed on his nutsack, which again to my shame was larger then my own. With my own dick now straining against my zipper, I watched as his face contorted into 'oohs' and 'aahs' no doubt hoping to get a reaction from me. It was working, slightly annoyed at how long she was taking I moved my lips back to Samantha's ear. Having fun? I whispered, trying not to sound flustered. So much fun, thank you baby . She replied softly, her sultry voice only making my erection harder to deal with. Looking ...
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