I watched every move he made, how he undid his buttons, how he tossed his shirt aside. He knelt on the bed, pulling her legs apart, his erection pointing at my wife's pussy. She stared at it. It had looked big before, in her hands, in her mouth. It WAS big. And yet, having it poised at the entrance to her pussy it was more than big, it was monumental - not only in size, but for what it represented. This was why we were here. I'd wanted her to experience the fullness of a huge cock... and it was imminent.
