Getting ready to head out and get a fresh pedi before heading over to Shane's. I just love the feeling when I get ready to spend time with him, it's such a huge turn on knowing that I am getting myself beutified just for him and not my husband. I can't help myself, it makes my clit throb and my pussy soak and wet. It's going to be leaving a wet spot on the seat at the salon. 😜 Anyway, I hope you all have a great freaky fun filled Weekend. I will keep you posted 💋
I'm home this week, Tuesday through tonight. Tomorrow morning can't get here fast enough. I will head to Shane's and spend the next four days with him. Honestly, I'm just sharing the same space as my husband, Scott. My relationship with Shane has become so strong that Scott is now just a guy with a marriage certificate bearing my name. He's my part-time roommate, moping around like a kicked puppy because I've friend-zoned him so hard he's practically invisible. He seems to feel that I'm not home enough. "Scott," I said, "I belong to Shane now." Loving the way that sounded. It made me wet saying it. It's like dropping a bomb on his ego, and yet I had to point out how his dick was like a tent pole in his pants. I do love the way saying things like that rolls off my tongue. It is way more effective than a kick in the balls. It fascinates me that my husband's dick gets hard when I explain I want another man more than I do him. I like it, though. I liked it so much that I almost came a little after seeing it. I was somewhat shocked, it hit me like that. I wish I would have cum. I am curious as to what an orgasm like that would feel like. I'm kind of glad I didn't, though; it would have given Scott an actual physical, sexual purpose in my life. He needs to remain my mental turn-on, whether he likes it or not.
Anyway, Shane's my man now, and as you know, he's also Scott's boss. I often pinch myself at how perfect that situation is. I do spend more time with Shane than I do with Scott now, and I'm absolutely thrilled about that. Now that Shane has me, he's made it crystal clear he's not sharing me, and I'm all in. Scott is all out. He doesn't get to see me, his wife, naked anymore. Not a peek, not a glimpse. It feels wrong to let him, like I'm betraying Shane. I don't fuck Scott, don't want to, so what's the point of him seeing me undressed? I've told him straight up: knock before you come into my bedroom. My body's Shane's, and that leaves Scott with zero privileges. Last week, when Scott complained that I was spending all my time with Shane, I had to smile because it reminded me of something Shane had said. So, I told him what Shane said while I was on my knees, his thick cock sliding down my throat, my eyes locked on his, begging him to see how much I craved his cum. "You're my part-time wife now," he said, "and Scott's your part-time roommate." I nearly came right there, his dick halfway to my stomach, his words letting me know he considers me his.
Shane made me admit out loud, slipping his dick out of my lips and telling him he's my number one man. He made me say it before he'd let me swallow his load, and when I did, and he finally fed me his cum, it wasn't enough, and I realized it would never be enough. I like the thought of that. A few hours later, he got a phone call and said he couldn't talk long because he was with his girlfriend. Hearing him say that made my pussy so wet it was practically a slip-n-slide. I was on his couch, yanked my shorts down, opened my legs for him, and said, "Your girlfriend needs her boyfriend to pump a load in her guts." He didn't hesitate—he pushed my legs behind my head and used my pussy as a cum dump. His cock was relentless, slipping in and out, rearranging my insides, the head of it bulging my belly with every thrust. When he leaned down and kissed me like I was the only woman alive, I lost it. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my girl jizz soaking his dick and balls. He didn't miss a beat, flooding my hole with his cum, leaving me sloppy, satisfied, and owned. Then we cleaned up, hit Twin Peaks for wings, and I caught our reflection in the mirror. We looked fucking perfect together. He's half my age, but he's attractive, and I'm obsessed with how well we fit together.
Sitting here, I realize that Scott can't compete with that. He shouldn't even try. I don't want him to. I love the way we all fit together. While I'm out living my best life with Shane, Scott's at home, probably jerking his sad shame boner, head bowed in defeat. Every time he sees Shane at work, he knows his boss is the one who owns his wife. That's got to burn, and I love that it does. I love Scott. He's my husband, and that means something. But part of that love is Shane taking me from him, and I'm hooked on the dark thrill I get by loving Shane more. It's like a drug, watching Scott shrink under the weight of all of it. I'm not slowing things down because I can't, not for Scott, not for anyone. Shane's my man, Scott's my sometimes roommate, and that's the storyline I want to keep living. I know my pussy thanks me for it.
Shane got off work early today and wants to go to the beach, so I stopped by my house on the way to get a clean bikini and thought I would show you all my bikini of the day. He says it's a dick hardner, do you agree? ;)
Okay, it's my second week of living the dream four days a week with Shane, my boyfriend, and it's a rush that lights up every nerve in my body. I love my husband, Scott, I really do, but there's this wild, addictive thrill in piling on the emotional and sexual humiliation that I can't resist. It's my joy, my obsession, watching him shrink with shame while his dick betrays him with what I call his "shame boner." That's the magic, what drives me on so hard. I know his body screaming yes while his heart's breaking, and nothing has ever turned me on more.
Moving on, I've got a key to Shane's place, like I'm half-moved in. Clothes, toiletries, and me being me, a bag of vibrators also came along. I don't leave home without my battery-powered boyfriends. Yesterday, before Shane got off work, I laid out on his king-sized bed, fired up my favorite vibe, thought about moving in with my husband's boss, and worked my massive clit until I was shaking. I filmed the whole thing, zoomed in on the action, and sent it to Shane. Later, Shane told me he dropped the bomb. He called Scott into his office and showed him the video of his wife getting off on his boss's bed. When it was over, he told him to get back to work. I'm dying to know what Scott's face looked like. Did his eyes bug out? Did he squirm? And most importantly, did that pathetic dick of his pop a shame boner right there in Shane's office? I wonder if he went somewhere private to touch himself, thinking of me on Shane's bed. The thought of his humiliation makes me uncomfortable, but in an amazingly good way, if that makes sense. It makes me laugh imagining him rushing to the bathroom to jerk off, picturing his wife on his boss's sheets. Humiliation level: fucking galactic.
Shane got home at 6 and by 6:15, I had his cock buried so deep in my pussy that it felt like he was rearranging my organs. He pumped me full of cum until it was squirting out around his dick, making this wet, sloppy queef sound that had me laughing. It had to be a massive load to do that because when he pulled out, his jizz was still pouring out of me like a damn faucet. I couldn't help but think it would've been hot to swallow that load instead. There's something about gulping down a huge wad of thick slimy cum that's just… satisfying. It sits heavy in your stomach like you drank a protein shake straight from a man's dick. You'd have to feel it to get it. I didn't cum, but that's okay. The earlier rubout session had me spent. But to Shane's credit, I was close, teetering on the edge. No complaints, as it was still hot as hell.
We went out with another couple that night, and I was living for the fact that I was sitting there, chatting and laughing, with Shane's cum still swimming around inside me, leaking out bit by bit, leaving a wet spot on the back of my dress. It's a secret only I know, making me feel like I belong to Shane now.
Nothing super eventful after that, so fast forward to this morning. I woke Shane up with his dick in my mouth, sliding it down my throat, feeling the head of it start to grow. While I'm sucking him off, I'm thinking about Scott, wondering if he even slept knowing his wife's not just fucking his boss but living with him more than I live with him. That thought got me so wet I started fingering myself, then bent over the bed, ass up, begging Shane to breed me. He didn't hesitate. He slammed his dick into me from behind, and when he slipped a finger in my asshole, I lost control. I came so hard I wasn't sure I would make it through without blacking out. It was the most extended, most intense orgasm of my life, like my whole body shut down, and I was a screaming, shaking mess. I don't even know what I said or did, and I didn't care. Shane wasn't laughing either—he looked me dead in the eyes and said he was happy he could make me cum like that, then fucked me until he shot another load of his thick ball snot deep in my pussy. When he pulled out, he kissed me like he meant it and dropped three words that hit like a freight train: "I love you."
My heart fucking exploded. I tried to suck Shane's dick hard again to celebrate, but his dick was tapped out. Still, I'm so excited because now it's official. Shane and I are in deep, and I am dying to tell Scott the good news. I need to see his face when I say his boss loves me. I want to see if his dick makes a cuck fool of him, popping that shame boner while he processes that I'm in a serious relationship with his boss. I know it's odd, but I live for this—the look in his eyes, the way his body betrays him. My husband's reactions are the driving force of all of this.
It's later in the afternoon, and we're about to head to the beach, just 100 yards from my house. I'm hoping my neighbors spot us, Shane's arm around me, my pussy still wet from his cum and the thought of their gossip. It turns me on just thinking about it. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
Just popping in to let me know what I have going on today. It's my second weekend living with Shane and I'm so excited. The day is going to drag until Shane gets off work but I have plenty of things to keep my mind occupied. 😉 I hope you all have a great day and catch you all later 💋
Yesterday, I was fried after four straight days and nights with Shane. He fucked me senseless and made me feel perfect, but I needed to come down. I grabbed my stuff and went to the beach alone to hang out and think about how perfect my time was with Shane, knowing I'd be back again every Friday from now on. I wore my bikini that was barely a scrap covering my tits and pussy—and laid out to bake in the sun, letting the waves relax me.
My phone buzzed, and I dug it out, and it was Jake texting. It's been a while since I have seen him. I have been too wrapped up with Shane. He said he was off work, heading to the beach, and wanted to know if I could hang out. When he said he missed me, my pussy twitched, but my heart did too—Jake's always had a piece of me, deep, real feelings that hit hard even if he's not Shane. Shane's number one and is holding firm, but Jake's in my soul, and that mix of lust and love messes with me, but in the best of ways. I told him I was already there, gave him my spot, and said see you soon.
15 minutes later, his truck was parked next to my Jeep. I watched him walk down the sand, and I admit, he looked good. His body's insane, and that V leading to his dick... causes me to make bad decisions. His swim trunks hugged his bulge, and I was already wet, my clit throbbing hard. He's not Shane, but he does it for me, and those feelings for him churned in my chest, making me want him badly.
He plopped on my blanket, and we bullshitted for a minute, how I was, what he's been doing. He said I looked hot, his eyes all over my body. I said he looked good as well, staring at his chest, wanting to touch it, my pussy making me realize how much I've missed him. Then he put his hand on my thigh, squeezed, and kissed me, tongue shoving in my mouth. My pussy was soaked, lips swollen, ready for him, and those emotions for him, love, need, everything—made it hit harder deep inside me...mostly in my pussy, but still, I admit, I get butterflies for him.
It didn't take long and we grabbed our stuff and went to his truck. The doors shut, and it was on. I yanked his trunks down, his cock springing out, hard as steel, thick, veins popping. I grabbed it, stroked it rough, then leaned down and licked the tip, salty precum hitting my tongue. I sucked him hard, taking him deep, loving the feeling of his cock as it hit my throat, spit running down my chin. He groaned, hand in my hair, fucking my mouth a little. I loved it, loved how he tasted, like sex and need, loved him, even if Shane's my leading man now.
I felt him tense, about to blow, so I stopped. "Watch me," I said, pulling my bikini bottoms aside, showing him my dripping pussy. I rubbed my clit fast, fingers sliding in my wetness, spreading my lips so he could see everything. He stared, jerking himself, eyes wild. I fingered myself, two fingers in, then three, fucking my pussy while he watched, my tits bouncing as I moved. Then I told him to touch me. He rubbed my clit, hard and fast, then shoved his fingers in my cunt, pumping deep, stretching me. I grabbed his cock, stroking him, our hands a blur.
I came first, screaming, my pussy squeezing his fingers, juices gushing down my thighs, soaking the seat. Jake came right after, his cum shooting out, thick and hot, one rope of jizz hit the truck's roof with a splat, his cock jerking in my hand. That set me off again. I rubbed my clit, watching his cum drip, and came so hard I saw stars, my pussy pulsing, body shaking, to the point I forgot about not only my husband but Shane as well. It happens, especially when you cum that hard.
We sat there, breathing hard, clothes fucked up. Jake said to come to his place, but I said no, I've got things to do. "Hit me up tomorrow," I told him, but I knew I wouldn't see him. I kissed him, climbed out, and got in my Jeep. Driving home, I felt it all, those feelings for Jake, but knowing Shane's grip on me, body and soul, is stronger. Jake knows he's second. Takes what I give him, no bitching. I love him more for accepting that, my pussy thanks him as well. I am grateful for all of them. I love this life, this rush, fucking other guys and feeling everything so deep it hurts. The best part is that Scott was at work. No clue I was with Jake. I can't wait to tell him every detail, watch his face as I tell him how I feel about both Shane and Jake and the things I do to their dicks, knowing he will try and hide his shame boner and deny he is hooked as much as I am that his wife is pursuing other men.
You think that my box would be worn out after spending a few days with Shane.....Nope! Here's a little video for you all to jerk off to for me. And again, don't be shy and feel free to send me a video of yourself jerking off to me 😜 And I will try to get another post up later of some of my juicy details about my time with Shane 😜 Hope you have a great day 💋
I just spent my first few days living part-time with Shane, and I'm still shocked at how perfect it feels. Honestly, I wish I had done this so much sooner, even with other boyfriends from the past. My pussy is constantly wet, and my clit is sore from being hard as a rock most of the day. Being with Shane for four days straight, knowing my husband Scott's at home alone, is the most intoxicating thing I've ever felt. It's so darkly perverse, and it hits me hard right in the gut but in the sexiest way possible. I love spending more time with Shane than my husband. I have changed the course of my marriage, and every second of it makes me drip.
Sometimes, I completely forgot I was ever married to Scott. Especially when Shane's dick was buried in me, pumping cum deep in my guts. Knowing I now live with Shane, at least most of the week, confirms that my body and heart belong to Shane. I am completely his. I wake him up with his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, tasting the man who's taken Scott's place. I swallow every drop of his sperm, wishing he'd give me more. It's like his cum sliding down my throat brings me closer to him, and at this point, I can't get enough. This morning with the head of Shane's cock twitching between my lips, I pictured Scott at home, alone in our bed, while I was worshipping the cock that owns me now. That thought alone doesn't just make me wet. It makes me feel completely satisfied in a weird way, as if this is how our marriage was meant to be.
I'm back home now, just for a bit, grabbing a few things to leave at Shane's before I head back. Tonight will be my fourth night at Shanes. But being here, in my house, I can't stop touching myself. My clit's throbbing so hard it hurts, thinking about Scott at work, having to face Shane. Shane has fucked me in every hole I have for the past three nights, and he's made me beg for more cum and made me want him even more than I thought possible. I know Shane will find a way to rub it in, to let Scott know I'm his now...how he has made me obsessed with him. He loves dominating Scott, humiliating him in that subtle, smirking way of his, and I love it, too. It's so hot, knowing Scott's probably getting that shame boner, his cock betraying him, getting hard at the thought of Shane taking me away. I can picture it. Scott trying to hide the wet spots in his pants from his co-workers, his dick leaking because he's so turned on and at the same time, massively ashamed that everyone knows that I belong to Shane now. It's pathetic, but it makes my pussy clench just thinking about it.
Here's a mildly strange thought. Scott's shame dick, betraying him like that, is, against all odds of reasonable thinking, making him the most important man in my life right now. It's his reaction, that pathetic, leaking hard-on that is fueling how incredible my days with Shane are. Knowing Scott's turned on by his own humiliation by the man I'm now living with makes every moment with Shane more intense, both sexually and emotionally, and I'm obsessed with how it makes my life feel so perfect. And somehow, our twisted sexual perversions, combining my thrill in Shane's dominance over my husband and Scott's arousal in his own defeat, have created the absolute perfect marriage. I get it. For most of you, it's a fucked-up kind of thing that's hard to understand, where my pleasure with Shane and Scott's humiliated desire feeds off each other, making every orgasm I have with Shane impossibly good. I wonder if Scott is jerking his pathetic dick off to massive cums thinking about me with Shane. I have been thinking about that a lot. I need to know. I'll ask him tomorrow night when he gets home from work.
Let's get right to it. I'm zipping up my bags and moving in with Shane, my boyfriend, until Tuesday morning. Four days of me worshipping his cock, letting him fuck me senseless, and draining every last drop of sperm from his balls while my husband, Scott, sits at home, probably unable to keep from jerking off his pathetic shame boner thinking about losing me to Shane. I love Scott, but nothing soaks my panties faster than piling on the humiliation, reducing him to jerking off to me while I give my heart and pussy to Shane. And trust me, this game's gotten much more intense since Shane, who's half Scott's age, got promoted over him and became his boss. My pussy drips constantly now that Shane is calling the shots over my husband at work.
I was nervous about moving in with Shane. Like keep you up at night, overthinking everything nervous. I didn't want to take things too far and push Scott over the edge. I eventually mentioned it to Scott. He didn't have much of a reaction but then finally said, "You're killing the sexual high we get out of this. You're not pushing me away. You're giving me everything I want and then some." That made me smile. I was worried about how he would react, and he admitted he wanted me to keep cranking up the intensity. Now I know. I feel like a huge weight was lifted. I need to stop worrying about him. Scott loves me, reducing him to nothing more than a friend who gets silly shame boners that I get to laugh at. I've been slacking on making that happen. He lives for it as much as I do, and I'm done second-guessing.
So, I'm packed, have my vibrator charged, sexy clothes ready, and my pussy is slobbering at the thought of being Shane's for four days. When his dick is inside of me, I'll be thinking about Shane being Scott's boss and imagining Scott, my husband, taking orders from the guy who's fucking his wife, the guy who's old enough to be his kid. Every time Shane signs off on Scott's work or calls him into a meeting, I want Scott to feel that gut punch of knowing Shane's not just pumping cum in my pussy. He's letting Scott know he owns me by making sly remarks at work. I want Scott to feel the shame of it, his cock getting hard against his will while he pictures my legs spread open for Shane, falling deeper in love with the man who's replacing him in every way. It's not just sex between myself and Shane, it's a deeply emotional and wildly addictive and I'm obessesed with rubbing it in.
I'll admit that my little panic attack dulled the thrill momentarily. But realizing Scott's all-in made me see this is our perversely filthy fantasy, and we are in it together. It's given me the freedom I need and I'm going all out these next four days. Shane's going to fuck me until my legs give out, of that I have no doubt. But I also know we will become a real couple, sharing things and enjoying each other, and I'm gonna make sure Scott feels every kiss, every moan, every second I'm wrapped in Shane's arms. I like that Scott likes to be humiliated. Because if there is one thing I love to do, it's that. I'll make him feel so small compared to Shane that he won't know what to do. By Tuesday, I'll be back home, kissing my husband, telling him how much I love Shane, and maybe sharing some details to see if his dick gets hard. It will. And he will have to take care of that all by his lonesome. I'm already dreaming up more ways to crush his ego. It's our thing. It's what we do, and neither of us would have it any other way.
Good afternoon everyone. I have some company at my house so I thought I would take a few selfies to hold you over until I can post later. Hope you enjoy and have an awesome day 💋
Here is my outfit that I plan on wearing out this evening on my date with the guy I met at Publix on Sunday. I am so looking forward to it but he has ghosted me, not sure why. He was all about me when we met in the store and when we were texting, but all of a sudden, he stopped texting me ....oh well, such is life. I will let you all know what happens, if anything. Hope you enjoy your day and keep your fingers crossed for me 😜 💋
I was at Publix, just grabbing a few things, nothing special. Then, this tall, decent looking black guy walks up. He's got this easy confidence, not cocky, just sure of himself. He said something about how beautiful I was and asked if I was married. I told him yes, and he asked me if I was looking for any new friends, I told him absolutely so he handed me his phone, and I put in my phone number. He said I will text you. That hit me like a fucking freight train. My pussy's instantly throbbing, and all I can think about is his big black dick. Not just any dick, his. I'm picturing it, thick, veined, heavy, the kind that stretches you until you're gasping, ruined for anyone else. I'm already wet walking back to my car, thighs slick under my shorts, and as I'm putting my groceries in my car, he walks up to me and says, I am going to text you, so please make sure you answer it.
We've been texting since. Flirty shit, but I know where it's headed. Every time my phone pings, my clit jumps, imagining him bending me over, his cock slamming into me so deep I forget my name. I'm obsessed with the idea of him pumping me full of cum, just unloading, leaving me dripping, my pussy wrecked, gaped, useless for anyone else. It's not just the size, it's the power, the way a black guy's cock feels like it owns you. I want him to fuck me until I'm a mess until my head is spinning, and I can't even remember I'm even married. I definitely won't forget about Shane, he just got this way that makes me want to be his, but my pussy says not exclusively, at least once in a while!
Scott, my husband, he knows who he married. I want this black guy to absolutely put my husband to shame. Make him and his dick seem completely insignificant, that's my ultimate goal with Scott. Shane, my boyfriend, I'm never letting him go, but I can't stop myself from wanting that black cock to make me insane from massive orgasms. I guess it's cheating on Shane a little bit, but honestly, they both know I'm a slut. How I lose my mind over the idea of a huge black cock stretching me out. Especially if it's so good it makes my husband seem completely inadequate, just there. It's not about yelling at my husband or calling him names, and it's the quiet humiliation, the way I know he can't compare. I'll come home after this guy fucks me, pussy still sore, cum still leaking, and Scott'll look at me like he knows. He will sense it. He will see that I'm distracted, still feeling that guy's dick in me while we're watching TV. That look my husband gives me...wanting to know who it was, how many times did I take his cock? It makes me want to climb the walls, and it's so fucking hot. I'll sit across from Scott at dinner, thighs pressed together, or lean into him on the couch, and he is none the wiser, but he knows something's different. That's the mental game, my husband realizing I've been taken apart by someone who can do what he never will. It's not mean. It's just true.
Do I feel guilty? No, because the sexual excitement is so intense, I could never stop. This guy's got me too worked up, my pussy's screaming for it, and my head's stuck on the image of his cock, black and long, pounding me until I'm nothing but a puddle of cum and sweat. I want him to destroy me, to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight, so every step reminds me of him. I want to be so full of his cum that it's dripping down my legs, marking me, making me a black man's cum dumpster. Black guys just have this thing that makes me feel like I'm nothing but a hole for them to fill. And I love it. I want to be used, owned, fucked until I'm begging for more, even when I can't take it. This guy from Publix. He's my shot at that. And I'm taking it.
Last night with Shane was everything. I'm still buzzing, my pussy soaked just thinking about it. He's been nudging me to move in with him part-time, and we talked it out again over dinner. I'm doing it, next week, I'm bringing some of my stuff to his place. It's a huge deal. For me, for Scott, my husband, who's sitting at home alone while I'm out with Shane, my number one man now. Shane's got my heart, my pussy, and soon, where I live. He's in control, and that thought alone makes my clit throb so hard it feels like it's got its own pulse. Scott's just… left behind, dominated by Shane, and I know he's at home with that pathetic shame boner, dripping, jerking off because he can't handle how much he loves that I'm with Shane more than him now. My pussy's in a constant state of wetness, picturing Scott like that while I'm living with Shane, even if it's just part-time for now. It's such a turn-on, knowing I'm choosing Shane over him.
We went to this restaurant Scott and I used to go to all the time. Everyone there knows me, knows I'm married to Scott. So heads turned when I walked in holding Shane's hand, looking like we were the real couple now. The staff stared, whispering to each other, probably shocked I was with another man. It was so hot, knowing they were watching, knowing they knew. I wanted to make it clear, so I made sure Shane and I sat close, kissing him every chance I got when I knew their eyes were on us. My pussy was dripping so much I had to grab a napkin to soak up the wet spot I left on the chair. Shane made it worse, sliding his hand under my skirt now and then, his fingers just brushing my huge, hard clit, teasing me. I could barely eat, I was so turned on.
As soon as we got to his Jeep, I couldn't wait. I yanked his cock out of his pants and got my mouth on it, sucking hard on the head while my hand went under my skirt, rubbing my clit like crazy. It didn't take long, maybe a couple of minutes, and his cock was pulsing, shooting sperm straight from his balls down my throat. I was still swallowing when my fingers pushed me over the edge, and I came so hard I soaked his seat. Thank God it's leather, it wiped right up.
After, we went to the outlets, and it was perfect. Shane kept his arm around my waist the whole time, holding me like I was his like he owned me completely. I loved it. We walked around, looking like the perfect couple, and I couldn't stop thinking about Scott at home, alone, knowing Shane's taken his place. Taken his wife, taken his life, and Scott's probably getting off on it, that sick mix of shame and want. Shane and I are the real deal now, and it feels right. My pussy's still wet thinking about it, about how I'm his and how everyone can see it.
Good afternoon 💋 Just popping in and thinking about my date with Shane in a few hours and look what popped out 💦😜 I hope you all have exciting evening planned, because I certainly do as you can tell. I will let you know how it goes. Catch you later 💋
I went to visit Shane at work. He asked me to see him. He wanted to talk to me about something. I went just so I could walk through the building, past where my husband works, who sadly wasn't there, and straight into his boss's office. I love the mental thrill I get from doing that. Everyone who did see me knew I was there to take Shane's sperm in one hole or another in my body. I fully expected to do just that.
But Shane wanted to talk, and I figured it'd be some invite to an event, maybe a quick fuck after. I was ready to say yes and drop to my knees, worship his dick while I looked up at him, and then let him breed me until I was dripping him out of me. I'm addicted to him—his presence, his dick, the way he parades me like a prize, making my clit so hard it hurts. But he didn't ask for a date or anything like that. He asked if I'd move in with him part-time—Friday through Sunday, maybe Monday. My pussy didn't just get wet; it fucking gushed, girl jizz soaking me as my mind blanked. I couldn't answer him as my pussy had taken over at just the thought of moving in with a man half my age, owning me in ways my husband never thought would be possible.
Shane mistook my silence for hesitation, thinking he'd overstepped. If he'd lightly touched my clit right then, I'd have exploded, cumming so hard I'd forget my name. I finally got a "yes" out and promptly slid under his desk, unzipping him as he sat in his office chair. I told him no fucking until tomorrow night when I officially move in for the weekend. He agreed and was happy letting me worship his cock. For 20 minutes, I worked his dick, sucking, licking, deep-throating, rolling his balls in my mouth, loving their heavy, squishy feel. I felt one try to pull up as he got close to cumming, but I sucked harder, pinning it in place. Then his dick jerked, and a thick, hot rope of cum splattered my forehead, followed by five more, coating my face and hair in a glorious, sticky mess.
No, I didn't leave his office doing the cum walk of shame. I cleaned up. Mostly by scooping what I could into my mouth and eating it and getting the rest with of all things, a shop towel. I did leave his office with cummy strings of hair, nothing I could do to fix that, and yes, I noticed people looking at me as I left. I so wish Scott would have been there. Oh well, doesn't matter. My husband will be shopping for me later tonight, preparing me for what I need when I move in with Shane part-time. Fuck I'm horny, wondering what will be going through Scott's mind as he buys me things to move in with Shane. I hope he pops a shame boner while he's doing it. Thinking about that is making me massively horny. The wait for Shane to slip his dick in me in my new part-time home and make me cum so hard I'll forget where I'm even at is going to be so worth it!
I am going to visit Shane at work tomorrow. He wants to talk to me about something. I'm so curious as to what that might be. Not to mention I'm sporting a rock-hard clit boner because I know it's going to be good. A lot of that clit boner is from knowing I'll be walking right past my husband and into the office of his boss. Others will watch as well. The power I get from doing that is like a drug I can't put down. I hope they picture me on my knees or bent over his desk, taking every inch of Shane's cock, letting him use me until he pumps his load in whatever hole he chooses. I really hope he takes me out of his office and walks me past Scott, his hand on my back, guiding me to his Jeep, and takes me for a ride so I can suck his cock in the car. Just knowing everyone's eyes are on us as we leave gives my mind such a wet mental sloppy turn-on that it makes my pussy a drooling mess. It's such a wonderful mind fuck for me. I love that I can cum just from sucking his dick. I admit, it takes a quick rub of the finger on my clit to set me off, but still, it's immediate and explosive when it happens. I wish I could cum right at the moment his testicles are pumping cum down my throat. I feel like that would be an orgasm for the record books. Crap, it's not even 7pm, and I'm already working myself up. It's going to be hard to sleep tonight with my mind stuck on feeling Shane's cock in my throat. I will let you know how it turns out.
I walked through the door this morning, still thinking about last night and this morning. My clit, as used and worn out as it was still ready to go a few more rounds with Shane's dick. Scott was there, putting his belt on, getting ready to leave for work, but I could see it in his eyes...he was desperate to know about my night with Shane. His face was a mix. He looked defeated, but there was also that hunger in his eyes. Like he was dying to ask but terrified of the answers. I love that look. It's like he's starving for scraps of what I've been up to, and I get to decide how much I feed him. And today...it wasn't much. Almost nothing.
I grabbed his shoulders, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, "Tell your boss I had a blast yesterday, and tell him I'm counting down the hours till I can do it again." Scott's eyes widened, his fingers fumbling with his keys. He opened his mouth, probably to beg for details, but I just shook my head, signaling no, not today.
I didn't tell him how Shane's fingers were inside me on that boat, right in front of everyone, like I was his to play with, and they all knew it. I didn't tell him how I was this close to dropping to my knees and worshipping Shane's cock right there, letting everyone see how badly I needed to be his cum slut. I didn't mention how Shane's dick stretched my ass so wide I could still feel that amazing friction from his dick slipping inside of me. I never mentioned how he pumped so much cum into me that I came so hard I was shaking, drooling, my brain short-circuiting like I was nothing but a fucked-out sex doll. I didn't tell him how I sucked Shane's cock this morning until he let me drink his sperm straight from the head of his dick, and when I was done, I kissed the jizz dripping tip and told him I loved him. I wanted to share that part so badly with my husband, but that would be doing Scott a favor. He lives for details. He lives to be bested by men like Shane. He needs me to let men like Shane take me from him. At least his dick does. Every time I let Shane's cock breed me with sperm, I'm making Scott's dick happy. By making him wait, making him imagine what I was doing with Shane, I'm not just making my husband pop a shame boner, I'm making his life perfect by keeping him on the outside, desperate, humiliated, and always aching for more. It makes our marriage perfect for both of us. So much so that I'm already pulling out my phone and texting Shane to see when he wants to get together again...my clit is puffy thinking about it.
Good afternoon, just popping in to let you know what I'm up to this afternoon, that's right....playing with my clit again, but I have an excuse, I found a toy in the back of toy box that I don't remember having or using, so I just had to try it out and of course make you all watch 💦 😜 Anyway I hope you are enjoying your day 💋 Catch you all later!
I need to tell you all about how Shane is turning Scott into this shadow of a man—a third wheel, a friend, and just a roommate. And fuck, it's so hot it makes my pussy ache just thinking about it. The way Shane's taking control, reducing Scott to nothing while claiming every inch of me, it's an addiction that I love and can't control my pussy. I'm gonna walk you through it, step by step, because the details of how this went down and how it makes me feel are everything.
So, I thought Shane would pick me up for a boating day, right? Just me and him, maybe some of his crew that he works with, out on the water. But then he calls me and drops this bomb: he wants Scott, my husband, to drive me to the boat ramp and drop me off. Like, he wants Scott to deliver me to him. Shane's exact words were that it'd "sink in" for Scott that I'm his now, not Scott's. At first, I hesitated. It felt brutal, humiliating Scott in front of all these people he works with, people who report to Shane just like he does. I mean, Scott's still my husband, technically, and I could picture how it'd crush him.
But then my body betrayed me. My clit started throbbing, getting so hard it was almost painful like it was screaming at me to do it. The idea of Scott handing me over to Shane, knowing Shane's been fucking me raw, filling every hole, breeding me whenever he wants, it flipped a switch. I couldn't stop picturing it, Scott's face as he realizes he's nothing compared to Shane, and me, dripping wet, ready to climb all over Shane's cock right there. So I turned to Scott, looked him dead in the eyes, and told him exactly what he would do. He pushed back, argued, and even flat-out refused at one point. But I wasn't having it. I told him if he didn't do this, I'd let Shane move into our house, and Scott could go live in the fucking RV out back. That shut him up real quick. Ten minutes later, he was driving me to the boat ramp, his hands gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white.
When we pulled up, it was a scene. Shane had all his crew there—at least 15 people, all guys working for him, like Scott. It was like a fucking audience, and I could feel the tension rolling off Scott. He tried to rush me out of the truck, probably hoping to peel out and disappear before anyone noticed him. But Shane wasn't having that either. He strolled up, all confident, his eyes locked on me like I was already his, and told Scott he needed him to help with the boat launch. Oh my God, the tension was so thick you could cut it. Here's Scott, my husband, being ordered around by the man who's been pounding my pussy, my ass, and my throat, leaving me satisfied in ways Scott never could. And Scott just stood there, quiet, his face burning red.
I leaned in and whispered to Scott that he better do what Shane says, or he'd regret it. He got out of the truck, moving like a man walking to his execution, while I slid out and Shane pulled me in close. Right there, in front of everyone—Scott, all his friends, the whole damn world—Shane kissed me. Not some quick peck, but a deep, hungry makeout session, his hands gripping my ass, his tongue claiming my mouth. We went at it for a minute or two, and I could feel every pair of eyes on us, especially Scott's. My pussy was so wet I was scared it'd soak through my shorts. I wanted to drop to my knees right there, yank Shane's shorts down, and suck the head of his thick cock until he was groaning my name. I wanted everyone to see how much I crave him, how I'd do anything to feel his dick stretching me out, filling me up. I wanted them to know I'm completely his in every way that matters.
But, yeah, I didn't do that. Not because I didn't want to—fuck, I did—but because it wasn't the time or place. There's a line, even for me, and blowing Shane in front of his entire crew would've crossed it. Instead, we launched the boat, Scott doing his part like a good little worker bee, head down, avoiding eye contact. When it was done, Shane walked over, patted Scott on the shoulder like he was dismissing a kid, and said, "You can go home now." The way he said it, so casual but so final, it was like a punch to Scott's gut. I could see the shame in Scott's eyes, and fuck, it turned me on even more. I swear I saw the outline of a shame boner in his pants, and it made my clit pulse, knowing he was so helpless, watching me slip away to Shane.
Shane grabbed my hand, his grip firm and possessive, and led me onto the boat. The whole day out on the water was pure heat. Shane kept me close, and now and then, he'd slide his fingers under my bikini bottoms, teasing my pussy until it was a swamp of girl jizz. My clit got so big and hard it was practically poking out like a mini dick, straining against the fabric. Every touch sent shivers through me, and I was so wet I could barely sit still. The crew was around, but Shane didn't care—he was showing me off, letting everyone know I was his woman. And I loved it. I'm old enough to be his mom, which makes it hotter. I'm his, and he's claiming me in front of the world.
When we got back to the dock, Shane didn't even hesitate. He took me straight to his place, and I stayed the night. That man's dick found its way into my guts, first through my pussy, then my asshole, stretching me, owning me. The orgasms he gave me were unreal, like my body was shattering and rebuilding itself around his cock. Nobody's ever fucked me like that, and I know it's so good because of the mental game. Shane is showing me off, replacing Scott a little more every day, it's like foreplay that never stops. I love seeing Scott's shame, knowing he's powerless as Shane takes me away. I love how everyone knows I'm Shane's, even with Scott in the picture. It's pure bliss, like a perfect marriage—except my man isn't my husband. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Saturday was one of those days that started tame but ended up with me drinking a huge load of cum. I had to drag myself to a family function, over an hour's drive, which gave me way too much time to think. Halfway there, my phone buzzed—Jake was texting me, begging to get together whenever I was free. He knows he's playing second place to Shane now, but he's still desperate for a piece of me. I didn't respond right away because I was picturing Shane's body, his hands on my tits, his cock in my holes, and how I'd rather be anywhere but stuck in a car heading to small talk with relatives.
The family thing was fine but boring. I was sitting there, nodding along to Aunt Whoever's story, when my phone buzzed again. It was Shane this time, asking me to go boating with him and a couple of his buddies on Sunday. I swear my pussy practically jumped at the thought. I texted him back instantly, telling him I was in and that I would confirm the time when I got home. From that moment, I was useless at the function. All I could think about was Shane and how I'd be begging for his dick by the end of the day. Like I said, my pussy was throbbing, already wet, and I knew I wasn't making it through the rest of the afternoon without some dick satisfaction. I made up some bullshit excuse about having to take care of the dogs and bolted.
The drive home was tough. My pussy was a wet mess, and the thought of waiting until Sunday for Shane's cock was unbearable. I needed dick, and I needed it now. So, I called Jake. Told him I was free tonight and would be at his place in two hours. I could tell from his voice that he was smiling as I said that. I was smiling as well. Jake's got this thick, gorgeous cock that fills me up just right, and I was already imagining it stretching me out.
I got home, jumped in the shower, and shaved every inch of myself smooth. Slipped into a tight little skirt and a top that barely held my tits in, I dressed to make Jake lose his mind. The drive to his place had me squirming in my seat, my juices already starting to leave a wet spot on my seat. When I pulled into his driveway, he was sitting on his porch, looking good like he always does. My thighs were slick before I even got out of the Jeep. I walked up, grabbed his face, and kissed him hard, dragging him inside. He tried to make small talk, but I cut him off. "I didn't come here to chat, Jake. I came to fuck."
He grinned, and I ripped his shirt off, running my hands over his tight body, making myself even more worked up. We were making out like animals, and he yanked my top off, his hands sliding up my skirt, fingers grazing my thighs. He knew exactly where to go, rubbing my clit in that slow, teasing way that drives me wild. My pussy was begging for him. He slipped his fingers inside, teasing my lips before plunging them deep, and I was already moaning. I reached down, pulled his stiff cock out of his shorts, and started stroking it, feeling it pulse in my hand. His balls were twitching, and I knew he was close. I wasn't letting that load go to waste.
I dropped to my knees, licked the precum off his tip, and worked my tongue up and down his shaft, teasing the head until he was groaning. Then I took him deep, as much of that thick cock as I could handle, and sucked him hard. He exploded, hot jizz shooting down my throat, and I swallowed every drop. It turned me on so much my pussy was dripping like a fucking faucet. I laid back, spread my legs wide, and Jake dove in, his mouth on my clit, sucking and licking while his fingers slid back inside, fucking me until I came so hard I drenched his face with my girl jizz. When I say I wanted to feel Jakes cock buried in my guts...that is an understatement. I was practically dying to feel him rearrange my insides with his dick. But...I decided I wanted to save my pussy for Shane tomorrow. I got the orgasm that I so much needed so I could hold off for Shane's cock one more day.
Jake had other plans, though. He stood still hard and suggested we take it to the bedroom. But I was done. I got what I came for—an amazing orgasm to tide me over until Shane. I told him, "No, I'm good. I've got plans with Shane tomorrow, and I'm saving my pussy for him" His face fell, and he mumbled something, but I was already heading for the door. As I pulled into my driveway, my phone buzzed—Jake, thanking me for coming over and asking when he could see me again. I texted back that I'd let him know and left it at that. My mind was already on Shane, the boat, and how I was gonna fuck him senseless tomorrow.
I'm listening to a friend complain about the stock market and bitch about his wife at the same time. He keeps saying he wants a divorce, but he still loves her. I'm not buying it. I've sucked the sperm out of his balls through the head of his delicious cock more than a few times...so I'm not so sure how much his wife means to him. Completely not my concern. Nor do I give a crap about the state of the stock market. I did, however, explain to him a stock market crash would be much worse than getting a divorce because, in a market crash, he could lose it all, and to make things worse...his wife would still be with him. I say divorce her while he's still in his 40s, and he's out half at most. With his dried-up wife gone, he can stick his dick in fresh lips, top or bottom, anytime he wants. And since she hasn't sucked his dick in 15 years... what's the point of keeping her around? I think she's stupid. As I said, I've sucked his dick more than she has, and it's a nice dick with a heavy load of jizz. It's one of those loads you can feel in your belly when it works its way down. If I were her, I'd hang on to him just for his dick. Why is telling you how I like drinking his nut making me wet? Now, I want to feel his jizz sliding down my throat, and I don't even like him all that much.
Last night, just for kicks, I felt like twisting the knife in Scott, so I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I love him way more than you, babe. I'll keep you around, but I need you to know that." Then I showed him the text I just sent to Shane that read, "Good night, Love you!" Even better was the reply from Shane, my boyfriend and his boss, "Love you too!" His face always looks like he just took a gut punch, and that sets my clit into full buzz mode. Yes, it's a twisted game I like to play. The best part is I never lose at this game. Even better...most of the time, Scott's dick pops a sad little shame boner like it's waiving a white flag in defeat. I'd quit, but I get off so hard on this that there is no way I'll ever be able to stop. I know Scott does, too. I hear him in his bathroom, pathetically jerking off at the thought of me falling in love with another man. That makes me smile. We don't tell each other the truth because this game we play isn't based on reality. I don't want to admit that I'll never find another man I want or need as much as him. That would ruin the sex. Does he know this? Of course, he does. Every time he walks past Shane, his humiliation, which would destroy most men, drives him to want more. Every time I crumble Scott's world, I want more. It's a win-win. Will we ever stop this game? Hopefully, not for a long time. Plus, having men like Shane pumping cum in my guts is a pretty good reason not to stop. Now if you will excuse me, I need to jerk my clit off.
