Tony could only watch as Shane pumped Kim long and slow, listening to Shane's breathing harder and harder and Kim's moans, which soon turned to groans as she thrashed and called out her husband to finish her quick as he could because she was ready to blow.
When Shane finally pulled out, the dregs of his cum dribbling onto the carpet, Tony was sitting slumped in a chair with his head in his hands.
'Come on, mate,' Shane squatted beside Tony, 'it's only natural you were nervous, especially if it's your first time.'
'I wasn't nervous,' Tony snapped, 'it's that bitch of your wife, she made my cum too soon.'
'Come on,' Shane sounded irritated, 'you can't have it both ways. First you accused her of spiking your drink so you couldn't get hard and now you're accusing her of making you too aroused.'
Tony was shaking his head. 'I'm off,' he suddenly announced, looking round for his clothes.
'No, please,' Kim intervened, 'don't go, we're only just getting started. It's only natural for you to, well, have problems when you saw Shane. But size isn't everything you know.'
Tony pushed her away.
'What are you implying, that I'm not big enough or something? Is that why you invited me, just to let Shane show off?'
'No, that isn't why we invited you, you know why we asked you, because I was attracted to you at the conference and you were attracted to me, remember. Look, why not come upstairs with me, just the two of us, have some fun while we both recover. Come on,' she took him by the hand and led him away.
In the master bedroom, she went around flicking switches so that the room was lit in soft warm light. Only then did she turn to Tony with a serious expression.
'Tony, please believe me, I have not been trying to embarrass you or humiliate you or make you feel impotent or inadequate, nothing like that. I would never to those things to a man, never. I'm not like that. I'm sorry I got a little too aggressive downstairs, but the sight of all that body hair, it's a fetish of mine, I just couldn't restrain myself.' She began running her fingers through his hair, searching out and teasing his nipples. 'Now let's talk about your fetishes. Which position do you prefer? Normal, doggie, anal, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl? Your choice.'
Downstairs, Shane was sprawled on the sofa with the TV, on mute, showing the feed from the camera in the bedroom. He waited for the right moment to make his entrance.