The Chastisement of Paul’s Small Cock
After 15 years of marriage Paul had grown accustom to masturbation. He jerked off every day while his wife took her morning shower to get ready for work. He knew exactly how long it would take her. Patiently he's wait to hear the shower start before loading his favorite porn on his smart phone. He had a fetish for pretty college coeds flashing their panties. It all started back when he went to college and stole a pair of panties from a classmates dirty laundry basket during a party. He stuck them in his trouser pocket, took them back to the dorm, kept them in a plastic Ziploc bag with hopes of keeping the sweet scent. He masturbated many times with those worn panties. Throughout the years he was successful in stealing panties from the girls he dated including his wife. She lost interest in sex almost right after the honeymoon. She felt it a chore to allow him to fuck her on special occasions such as his birthday or their anniversary. The truth is that he lost interest in her too. Her stupid granny panties and letting herself go over the years.
Once she was in the shower Paul clicked the bookmark on his phone. By the time she turned on the hair dryer he had already edged five times and when the hair dryer shut off he exploded. As she dressed and applied her make-up he cleaned up the puddle in his hand and prepared for his day. This was Paul's morning ritual and the life he had grown accustom to. Working 5 days a week and then slaving in the garden for his demanding wife. Luckily for Paul she traveled for work a few days a month leaving him all alone in the house. It was these exciting times he could watch his porn on the big screen TV, drink beer, jerk off and edge for hours.
Paul always arrived home several hours earlier then his wife. He would check the mail, take out the trash and the many other chores his wife expected. This day Paul pulls up to his home, typical suburban neighborhood, to find a moving truck parked across the street. In the driveway sat a brand new Ford 250 black pick-up and a red Jeep parked behind it. Paul pulled into his driveway and stopped the car. Instead of getting out right away he peeked out the car mirrors trying to get a curious glance at his new neighbors. He see's the movers carrying boxes. He sees a tall well built man in his 30's also fetching boxes from the pick-up. Suddenly from around the truck appears the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He long blonde hair was pinned up loosely on her head. She wore a tight white tank top and a very short black skirt with black and white high heel sandals. Immediately Paul wondered about her panties. He watched her walk over to the jeep bend over into the back to get a box. As she bent over he quivered knowing that had he been closer he surely would have gotten a glimpse of her panties. From his view he could see the skirt rise up and what he thought could be the edge of her panties. Thoughts rolled rapidly through his head as he wondered about her... Is she married to that guy? I wonder how old she is? I bet she has amazing panties. Quickly he ran into the house, set up his telescope towards her house and began jerking off. He spotted her a few times walking around the truck and when the moving truck pulled away so did the pick-up. He watched her as she repeatedly bent over carrying in the last few boxes. At one point she turned and looked right at him or seemed to. It was then that he saw her penetrating smokey blue eyes and he knew his life would never be the same.