Lunch too

You stood at the stove in nothing but an old T-shirt that ended well above your hips, the soft cotton stopping high enough that your entire lower body remained completely bare. Your cock lay soft and nesting on your balls—small, pale, fully exposed to the cool kitchen air. The smell of sizzling bacon and rising blueberry pancakes filled the room while morning sun streamed across the tile.

Tawny lounged at the kitchen island in one of your button-down shirts, unbuttoned just enough to show the heavy inner curves of her breasts. Her phone was pressed to her ear. She had been on the call for almost ten minutes already, voice low, warm, and openly erotic, never once lowering it for privacy.

“No, I’m serious,” she purred into the phone, eyes locked on your exposed lower half with open hunger. “He’s right here cooking lunch for us—naked from the waist down like a good little husband. The shirt doesn’t even pass his hips. Everything is just out and available. Hang on… let me show you the view.”

She put the call on speaker and angled the phone so the camera captured you at the stove. You heard a soft, curious female breath on the other end but no name, no recognition—just an unidentified woman listening with clear interest.

“See that?” Tawny said, her voice turning husky and thick with arousal as she zoomed in. “That’s his cock. Soft. Nesting right on his balls like a shy little pet that knows it’s being shown off. And this—” she held up the purple bullet vibrator beside your exposed shaft, pressing the thicker length firmly against the soft flesh for the camera “—is my everyday toy. Longer and thicker. Even when he gets hard it’s still smaller. Four and a half inches on a good day, thinner than the bullet, and it disappears the second he cums. God, looking at the difference makes my pussy throb.”

The woman on the phone made a quiet, interested sound.

Tawny’s smile turned openly sensual. “Oh, he lost a little race this morning. First one to make the other cum with only their mouth. I won, of course. So he had to finish me off twice with that same eager tongue and then cook breakfast. Now he’s making lunch the same way—shirt riding above his hips, cock and balls completely bare—so I can watch that cute little nest the whole time. It makes me so wet seeing him serve us like this, knowing how small and available he is.”

You flipped a pancake, face burning, small cock twitching once in its soft nest under the open scrutiny of the phone camera and the unknown woman. Tawny reached over and traced a single fingertip along the soft length, then cupped your balls and rolled them slowly, her touch deliberately erotic and possessive.

“Look how warm and soft it stays,” she continued, voice dropping into a silky, aroused murmur for both you and the woman listening. “Even soft my bullet outclasses it in every way. Length, girth, the way it can keep going without needing a break. I told him last night this is how it’s going to be from now on. He gets to bury his face between my legs while I stretch myself open with real toys that actually fill me… he gets a couple of short, sweet minutes inside me when I’m already loose and dripping from something bigger… and the rest of the time he stays on display like this so I can enjoy how small and eager he is. The contrast alone keeps me soaked