Steve joins the party.

The taunt hit its mark. Steve’s face flushed crimson. He hated how easily she saw through him, how she stripped away his pretense. With a nervous gulp, and a sudden, reckless urge to be part of the humiliation, he fumbled with the zipper of his shorts, pulling out his small, thin, perfectly ordinary penis. It was four inches at its best, nothing compared to the magnificent column Emily was currently servicing.

Britney’s eyes dropped, assessing him with a casual, almost bored glance. She let out a soft, amused snort. “Well, well, what do we have here? Didn’t realize you were packing… a button mushroom, Steve.” Her lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. “Cute.”

The humiliation was instant, a hot wave of shame washing over Steve, but it was also paradoxically stimulating. He had never shown his penis to anyone but Emily, and now, this futa, this powerful, dominant woman, was openly mocking it. His cuckold desires clashed with his ingrained male pride, creating a dizzying mix of arousal and mortification.

Emily, ever attuned to her husband, noticed his erection and Britney’s casual cruelty. She lifted her head from Britney’s lap, a string of glistening saliva connecting her mouth to the futa’s cock for a brief, elastic moment. With a practiced move, she swiveled on the bench, putting herself in a position to tend to both of them.

Her left hand immediately cupped Steve’s small, twitching dick, her fingers expertly stroking the fragile shaft. It felt heavenly, a simultaneous comfort and a torment, knowing her attention was divided. Her right hand, however, never left Britney’s cock. It continued to milk the thick base, keeping Britney’s pleasure high, while her mouth, slick with Britney’s pre-cum, lowered back down to the futa’s crotch, resuming the vigorous, sloppy blowjob.

Steve watched, utterly transfixed, as Emily’s lips enveloped Britney, her head bobbing up and down. Simultaneously, his wife’s fingers worked his own small dick with a gentle, yet firm precision. He could feel her thumb tracing the rim of his tiny head, each stroke sending shivers through his body. The contrast was stark: the massive, engorged futa cock disappearing into his wife’s throat, and his own pitiful erection being handled with just a few fingers. It was the ultimate humiliation, and it was driving him insane.

“That’s a good girl, Em,” Britney praised, her voice a low rumble, her eyes still locked on Steve, a triumphant gleam in them. “Keep up the good work.”

Emily, her face a mask of focus and devotion, grunted in response, her mouth never breaking suction from Britney. Her fingers continued their rhythmic massage on Steve, faster now, noticing the increased twitching of his cock. Steve was close, too close. His internal pleas to be allowed to finish, to just have this one release, were ignored.

Emily, with an almost predatory instinct, sensed his impending climax. Her index finger and thumb tightened around the very tip of his small penis, isolating the sensitive head. She squeezed, skillfully focusing all the pressure there, a delicate but firm manipulation that bypassed all other sensation.

Steve gasped, his body arching slightly. “Oh… oh God, Em…”

Just like that, without warning, his small cock bucked, and two pathetic, thin spurts of semen shot out, landing with barely a splash on the dry, dusty ground between his feet. It was over in an instant, a whisper of a climax, and then his dick immediately shrank back, deflated and shamed. He hadn’t even realized she was going to make him cum, let alone so quickly and so dismissively. The humiliation was complete. Britney just watched, a faint smirk still playing on her lips, her eyes conveying a clear message: Is that all you’ve got?