So, tonight’s the night—I’m going out with Jake. I’ve missed him so much. Being married to Scott is fine, whatever, but Jake and I? We’re the real deal, the couple that should be turning heads. I can’t wait to parade him around where people we know might spot us, to twist the knife in Scott a little bit. I love the thought of him squirming, knowing I’m out there with my real man, humiliating him in the best way possible.
Before I even leave, I’m going to make Scott pick out my outfit—something tight, slutty, and screaming, “Jake’s going to fuck me senseless.” I’ll stand there, laughing to myself, while he fumbles through my closet, making him dress me up for the guy who owns me. “Make sure it’s hot, Scott—Jake’s my number one, and I want to look perfect for him.” His face will go red, and I’ll just soak myself knowing how much it kills him.
Once I’m with Jake, it’s on. I’m dying to get my lips around his cock while he’s driving us around—those thick, heavy balls of his just begging me to suck the sperm right out of them. I want to slobber all over him, deep-throating till I can’t breathe, tasting that salty precum dripping down my throat. I’ll be moaning like a bitch in heat, begging him to finger me at the same time. His fingers sliding into my pussy, pumping me till I’m so wet it’s leaking down my thighs, soaking the seat—fuck, I can already feel how sloppy and desperate I’ll be.
If we can swing it, I want him to pull over somewhere—anywhere—and shove that huge, perfect dick of his inside me. I need him to slip it deep into my guts, that hot, thick stretch his dick gives me, making me gasp as the head of his perfect cock hits deep. I want him staring into my eyes while he does it, his gaze all intense, then crashing his lips into mine, tongue-fucking my mouth while he fucks me stupid. I want to be a drooling, whimpering mess, his cock pounding me so hard I can’t think, just feel him owning every inch of me.
Then, and here is the best part of any evening, I want him to pump his sperm right into my guts—hot, thick spurts flooding me while he groans, “I love you,” in that sexy voice of his. Hearing that from Jake, my sidepiece, while I’m still Scott’s wife? That’s the ultimate high—better than anything Scott could ever have given me. I’ll come home reeking of Jake, dripping with him, and smirk at Scott, knowing he’s stuck with the leftovers of the man who matters. Tonight’s going to be fucking glorious.
Alright, I had this massage gift card burning a hole in my wallet forever, and I finally decided to cash it in. I’m a chick, but I’ve always been lowkey obsessed with the idea of a “happy ending” massage—you know, that thing dudes always brag about? I figured it’s probably not a thing for women, but a girl can dream, right?
So I show up, and the guy they pair me with is decent-looking. His face is, eh, whatever, but his body? It’s like he’s been sculpted out of pure gym-bro energy. I strip down buck naked because, happily, that’s the deal—and he tosses a towel over me. I’m lying there on the table, feeling all exposed and tingly, and I let the blanket slip down to my waist, hoping he’d get the hint. But nope, this dude yanks it right back up over my back like he’s my freaking mom tucking me in. Lame.
My tits, as you know, are pretty big, so I’m squirming around, trying to get comfy, and finally, I just blurt out, “Hey, can I get a pillow for these puppies?” His face goes tomato-red, and he stammers some apology while grabbing one. That awkward slight blush of his? Yeah, it made my pussy perk up like it just heard the ice cream truck. I’m soaked already, and he hasn’t even gotten to the good parts.
Then he starts rubbing my glutes—ass cheeks, for anyone who didn’t take Anatomy 101—and I swear to God, I can hear my cunt down there making these wet, slurpy noises. It’s like she’s trying to start a conversation with him. I’m dying of embarrassment but also turned on. I decided to test the waters and “accidentally” brushed my hand against his dick while he was leaning over me. Score! I totally touch it, and I feel it twitch a little, but he jerks back like I pinched him. I sneak a peek at his crotch and another score. He’s rocking a semi. My brain’s like, “Oh, maybe he’ll let me suck it or something,” but no, he’s too busy turning into a human stop sign.
He finishes up the massage, all stiff and professional, and I’m lying there frustrated as hell, my lady boner raging. He’s only 23—I found that out from some small talk earlier—and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re 23, live a little!” In the end, he bolts out of there so fast you’d think I farted or something. But before he vanishes, he mumbles, “Hope you come back,” and slips me his schedule. Like, what? Is that code for “Next time I’ll let you blow me,” or just him being polite?
Now I’m stuck wondering if I want to shell out more cash for another rubdown. I mean, he’s hot enough, and that semi was promising, but if I’m not getting a happy ending, what’s the damn point? I’m not here to pay for blue balls—or blue clit, I guess. Maybe I’ll go back and just straight-up ask him to finger me. The worst he can say is no, right?
Welcome to Wide Open Wednesday 😜 A quick little post before I head out to get a massage, hopefully it will be with a happy ending 😜 I will keep you posted. Have a great Hump Day and catch you later 💋
Sometimes I just crave a hard dick in my guts, that deep, harsh feeling that takes over everything else. I bet you get it—you probably just want to feel your dick buried in someone’s guts too. But when I’m in that mood, there’s never anyone around to slide inside me and give me what I need. I’ve tried Tinder, but it’s a waste of time—takes days at the very least, and most guys on there are full of crap. Endless chats that go nowhere, fake pics, old pics, you name it, I’ve dealt with it all. I could turn to my husband, Scott, but I don’t want his dick anywhere near me. It’d give him the wrong idea and make him think he still matters in that way, and I’m not about to let him feel like he has any place in my desires. What I need is an app that cuts the bullshit—no face pics, just straight to the body. I don’t care about your face; it’s the last thing on my list. Show me your dick first, then your balls, your body, and then, maybe, your face so I know who to look for if I get that far. I’d happily do the same—here’s my body, my holes, ready for you, so we both know exactly what we’re getting. I’m putting a man’s dick over his personality, his looks, his fitness, everything else. Sorry, but I’m not sorry. I don’t want to marry him—I just want him to pump his cum into me, breed me, leave me dripping his seed from my holes, then go home. Is that too much to ask? Anyway, I’m sitting here, craving dick, and Scott’s just… there, in the background, entirely useless to me, which is a good thing at a time like this. I can use Scott for my sexual fantasies and rub one out. I like thinking of how I can’t even look at him without feeling annoyed—he’s got no idea how little he means to me when I’m like this. I get off on knowing he’s clueless, thinking he’s still my husband in any real way, while I’m out here hunting for a better man to fill me with cock. I like to think of how It’s almost pathetic how irrelevant he’s become, and that thought alone makes my pussy throb harder than anything he could ever do. It makes my clit hard as a rock knowing I’m dying to find someone to wreck me, to leave me leaking and satisfied, while Scott sits at home, none the wiser, a sad little shadow who doesn’t even cross my mind when I’m chasing men who can give me what I need. And then I cum, usually harder than most guys can make me cum. So, at least I have that. The funny part is, after I orgasm, my view of Scott flips 180 degrees, and he seems like such a perfect husband. Pussy free, but that’s not my problem now, is it?
I spent the morning cheating on my husband with Jake, his lips grazing the back of my neck while his dick pressed deep inside me. The tip of his dick was kissing my stomach when he went balls deep, making my married pussy clench tight right before I came. There’s no better way to kick off the day. It got even hotter when he flooded my pussy with his cum, whispering how much he loved me as his balls finally emptied. I would’ve cum right then if I hadn’t already lost it and rolled into that huge orgasm a minute after he slid into me. I loved feeling his long cock soften inside me, shrinking until it slipped out, his sperm still thick and leaking slow and messy onto his sheets. All the while, he kissed the back of my neck and said the sexiest things. Spreading my legs for Jake, letting him breed me however he wants, knowing I have given myself to him completely—it’s pure bliss, especially now that we’ve got this emotional bond. It was hard at first to tell Jake I loved him, but now it spills out so naturally.
I think it was seeing Scott’s pathetic but exciting reaction when I admitted to him I’d fallen for Jake—his dick hardening like some sad little reflex—and that reaction made it so easy for me to let go. I don’t tell Jake “I love him” for Jake’s benefit. I tell him for my twisted kink in crushing Scott with it. Do I have feelings for Jake? Yes, I very much do, but, and it’s hard to admit it, I say it for my own dark sexual desires. When I left this morning, I kissed Jake goodbye and said I loved him like he’s my real husband because I like thinking that’s what he is to me now—Scott’s just a technicality to deal with. It’s a maddeningly sexual thought for me. Dammit, I don’t know why saying that out loud makes my pussy throb so much! Is it wrong? Sure. Is it mean towards Scott? Absolutely, but my pussy just doesn’t care. I just want to keep having this incredible sexual high I get from it. Anyway, I’m getting myself all worked up here. Jake wanted to take the day off and spend the whole weekend together, and I was so close to saying yes, but I had to drag myself back to Scott. Not because I have to—it’s just the boring married stuff: bills, the house, the dogs, all that. But, the real reason I’m going back is to rub it all in his face—every detail about Jake, the sex, the love, the way he’s replaced Scott in every way that matters. I don’t do it for Scott, to give him sexual release, or anything else. I do it for me. I get this sick, delicious rush from watching him shrink, knowing my relationship is making him a stranger in his marriage. It’s like wrapping Kryptonite around Superman—it strips Scott of every ounce of strength, leaving him powerless against me, and that makes my pussy so wet I can barely sit still without leaving a mark. I’m waiting for him to get home this afternoon, and I’m already dripping at the thought of crushing him with the truth of the details…and if being honest…I’m dying to see his cock get hard while I do it, that sad little reaction he can’t control! It’s hit me now that I’d rather mind fuck Scott than even be with Jake. I’m hoping I’ll cum so hard rubbing one out after I’m done breaking Scott that it’ll feel almost dangerous.
Afterthought. It must be strange to be Scott being reduced to a bystander in his own life by me. But I also know he wouldn’t change a thing because even if he wanted to—his dick won’t let him, and I love knowing he’s trapped in this humiliation, all because of me.
Jake dropped me off, my ass still dripping with his load. I mentioned my ass was leaking his jizz, and Jake got this nervous, shy look on his face and asked if I'd make Scott taste it. I said I wasn't planning to, but I'd do it if he wanted me to. Jake insisted—the dirty bastard. Jake gets off on making Scott look small, good thing for him that I love it even more than he does. So after getting inside my house and getting my husband in the bedroom, I dipped a finger into my cummy asshole, smeared it with Jake's slimy jizz, and shoved it in Scott's mouth. He gagged and nearly tossed his lunch—poor thing. One day, he'll shovel it down like a champ.
After he swallowed a finger coating of Jake, I said, "There you go—now you've got the cum of the guy I want to replace you with, sloshing around in your stomach, and I've still got some of his load plugged up in my ass. It's like you and I are connected in a special way." I could see that hit Scott hard. But I could also see his dick responded as well. I grabbed it to show him I knew it was stiff for me. Scott asked if he could jerk off on my ass. I said, "No, but I have something you can do." Seconds later, his face was buried in between my ass cheeks, cleaning the walls of my asshole of every drop of Jake's jizz his tongue could reach. I told him, "Be grateful I'm letting you do this—it's the closest you'll ever get to fucking me or even seeing me naked." For context, this is true. I don't let Scott see with my clothes off anymore—Jake told me not to, and Jake's calling the shots. It's a fantastic feeling that I feel the need to cover up in front of my husband because another man owns my body. Even better, that rule keeps my pussy soaked, so why mess with the rules that work? I made Scott drop his shorts once he'd slurped up what he could. His dick popped up, hard as fuck, pointing at the ceiling. I admit it was a relief, as it's good to know we're still vibing on the same kinks. It's always better to share one's kinks…no matter how harsh they may be!
I sent him off to the bathroom to jerk it as I told him I had to freshen up—Jake's swinging back to grab me soon. I had to break the news that I only popped home to snag some stuff and might not return until next week. I'll be home tonight or tomorrow, but Scott doesn't know that. I was half-hoping he'd bust right there before me when I told him I was leaving again. I think he almost did. His hard dick was twitching around. Scott still doesn't know when I'll be home and it will stay that way! Anyway, Jake's on his way. I'll fill you in later!
Tuesday, Jake was a sexual madman—he couldn’t get enough of my ass. We flipped the positions around this time, and he plowed into my colon, missionary style, legs up, wide open, going balls deep inside me. Missionary anal may be my new obsession. There’s this nasty thrill kissing Jake, tongues all sloppy, while his cock’s sliding in and out of my tight asshole—Thinking back on it makes my pussy buzz in the best of ways. I can’t stop replaying how his face twisted up—eyes slammed shut, mouth open, not even breathing—when he unloaded in me. His balls were the only thing moving, pumping jizz deep into my guts. I didn’t cum right then, but I was close—his dick twitching like it was having a seizure in my ass, jerking around, teasing me right to the edge but not quite. We kept making out after, his cock still buried in me, and he’s whispering sweet stuff to me—how much I mean to him, how he needs me. I shouldn’t love hearing that as much as I do, but it’s like a drug for me, and it drives me on even harder. It left me horny as hell, I slid his dick out and told him to watch me. He wanted to finger me but said no—I needed his eyes on me, not his hands. I shoved a finger into my slick, cum-dripping asshole and went to town on my clit with the other hand. Thinking about Jake, telling me he loves me, made me think of my husband sitting at home, wondering what I’m doing right now, and—bam, two minutes later, I’m exploding. Full-on, no-control orgasm—my body’s shaking, I’m moaning things a married woman shouldn't be saying, face all scrunched up, muscles locking. For 30 seconds, I’m just gone, riding this insane wave, and it’s like my body’s this perfect little slut machine built for cock and turning Jake’s amazing dick and my husband’s humiliation into pure bliss. I can’t get enough.
I love telling my husband I'm going on a date with Jake. Scott knows that means Jake is going to destroy my pussy and wash it down with his sperm when he's done. My favorite is telling Scott face-to-face. It just hits differently. But today, he's at work, so I had to text him my plans. "Heading out to spend some time with Jake. Not sure when I'll be home. You know I love spending time with him, so you understand. Hope you're happy for me. See you when I see you." I wish I could see his face when he reads that one. I am looking forward to being with Jake today. It's been a few days, and I miss him. If I think about it, Jake's replaced my husband. In a way, he is my husband now. Damn, I like the way that sounds. It's so incredibly harsh for Scott, yet it makes my pussy clench in a sloppy mess just saying it out loud. Jake's dick better be prepared, or I'm going to fuck it clean off. Anyway, I'm walking out the door, so I'll let you know how it goes.
So, I found this guy on Tinder, and hopefully, I’m hooking up with him this week. Checked out his face and his dick via text, and I’m impressed. He’s in his 40s, looks like we might click, but who knows? I flashed his profile at Scott and asked what he thought. Scott wouldn’t even glance—he should’ve. If I were him, I’d want to see the dude my wife’s licking her lips at as she's thinking about impaling herself on the end of his cock. I know Scott hates me chasing 40-somethings. He griped about it yesterday, using Jake as an example and how I admitted I had deep feelings for him. Scott is now getting paranoid. And he probably should be. He’s worried I’ll vibe more with older guys and maybe fall hard. I hope he’s right—those orgasms would hit differently!
I’m already picturing this stranger letting me suck the cum straight out the head of his dick—hopefully in his car. I’ve got this thing for throating a cock in a car. I might love it way too much. Yeah, I probably do. I kind of use Tinder as my dealer to get my fix of slurping dick in a car—it never gets old, just the opposite. The more cum I drain from a guy’s balls in a car, the hungrier I get for the next time. Whatever, I’m most likely what one would call a freaky bitch, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
someone asked me what I was wearing right now, so I thought why not just show you! This is what I wear around the house, fuzzy slippers and all. I bet you’d still stick it in!
I'll fill you in on my day yesterday. I have some time this morning and love writing my thoughts for all to see. I spend way too much time doing this...but I can't help it. Just don't read them and look at the pics if they drive you nuts.
Anyway, moving on. Yesterday was just an easy day hanging around, a little harsher for Scott, making it another perfect day for me. I had Scott doing the chores around the house while I lounged around on the couch, texting with guys that had recently left me full of their cum, and occasionally touching myself because watching Scott do as he's told does make me wet. He's extra obediant after I get my holes plugged with cock by other men. For a guy who is so big, it's intoxicating how completely I have placed him under my thumb, both sexually and mentally.
I've been replaying the last two weeks in my head, and wow, I've had so much dick in every hole, and I'm still on a high from how much cum has been pumped into me. My pussy is still stretched wide from Jake's massive cock, recently unloading thick, hot sperm deep inside, filling me until it dripped down my thighs. My ass is still tingling and sore in the best of ways from Jake blasting another big into my tight hole. It's like I can still feel his warm nut spreading in my guts and that wet feeling as it leaked out. Then I think about how my throat's raw from swallowing Shane's sticky, salty cum straight from his wonderfully fantastic cock. I love the feeling of knowing that every hole was stuffed and overflowing, the slick mess of it all, the way it coated me inside and out—it's like I'm having my own dirty cum-slut high that I can't get enough of!
Scott knows all about my dates with Jake and Shane—I've spilled every nasty detail to him, and he just takes it. He has to. He has no other choice. It's been 24 hours since I last fucked either of them, so there's no fresh cum in me now. But just the memory of those loads being emptied into my body is still keeping me soaked. Which if my pussy is wet, then my mind is working overtime on one scenario or another. Yesterday it was finding new dick. So, While Scott was doing his chores, I was scrolling Tinder and Bumble, looking for new guys I could play with. And I found one but then Jake started texting me. So I snapped a few pics of my clit for him while Scott watched, and Jake returned the favor with a couple of his dick. When we ended our text session, Jake texted, "Love ya. Wish you were here." I mean it when I say every time he says, "Love you!" my pussy clenches…and hard. Not to mention that wonderfully nervous and fluttery feeling that hits me in my gut. It makes me feel so alive! So, I texted back, "Love you too," because I'm not leaving him hanging. I do love him. I can't help it. Not to use big words but it's exhilarating, being married and loving another guy like Jake. It's like my whole body lights up thinking about Jake's cock, his smile, his voice. Every wife should try it—ditch the boring husband-only routine and get some real action added on the side!
Today was laid back, just me chilling, but I still wanted Jake's texts to give me a good reason to mess with Scott's head, especially about how I feel for Jake. I called Scott over, "Hey, come sit with me for a bit," keeping it light, but with that edge he knows means I'm up to something. I pulled out my phone, showed him Jake's latest text that said, "Love you, wish you were here!" and smiled at him. Then I showed him my response, "Love you too!" I asked my husband if he was happy for me. He wouldn't answer. But I enjoy sharing these things with Scott. So, I told him, "I do love Jake. It's like I can't get enough of him. Or maybe I can't get enough of this." And then I showed him Jake's dick pic. I said, "Damn, he gets me wet just texting with him. Why can't you do that? You never get me wet anymore." Scott's face sank, but I kept going. "I think about Jake all the time, usually his dick, but Jake does make me feel so alive." I love dropping severe anxiety on Scott. Just watching his reactions sends a thrill through my body. The more extreme I take it, the better the mental orgasm, so I said, "I'd probably run off with him if he asked me to." Jake has asked me to leave Scott, and I said no. Something I never told Scott. I don't need my husband taking any victory laps. But, my little white lie hit hard and I found myself smiling when I said it because his face sagged, like the weight of it walloped him.
I leaned back, still touching myself, and kept going. I casually stated as if it was just a normal married couple conversation, "You know, Scott, when I'm with Jake, it's like you don't even exist sometimes. It's kind of weird. It's like I think of Jake as my husband now." I saw him look at my hand, which was rubbing myself through my shorts. I didn't even know I was doing it until he did. But it was perfect because I said, "I'm thinking of him now." He looked wrecked, but I couldn't stop. I pulled up the picture of Jake's cock. I said, "Look at it. It makes me so happy. You should thank it for making me cum…being that you can't. Go on, give it a little kiss for me," I put the phone to his face, but he turned away. "I said that's okay, a cheek kiss will be fine." And I tapped the side of his face on my phone screen. He tried to walk away, but I stopped him. I noticed Scott was standing awkwardly, so I grabbed his crotch, and sure enough, his dick was rock hard. Oh, Scott, how could I ever leave your perverted self…only you could have a hard dick while I'm telling you about how I love another man. Seriously, you are the man of my dreams… I'll just never say it out loud, you perfect cuck bastard!
Read no more if you have no interest in my enjoyment of erasing Scott one cock at a time. This is just some things that were said yesterday and some of my perverted thoughts on the situation I mentioned to Shane. In my mind, I thought everyone Shane worked with knew exactly what we were doing together. He said, "They do. They ask, and I tell them." Hearing him say that hit me in the gut so hard and in the best of ways, I had to know everything. Scott has to work with Shane and his friends once in a while, and hearing how they all know I am taking Shane's cum is intoxicating for me. It makes me want to let Shane empty his testicles in me daily! I want to go in where they work so they can really have something to talk about! I found out that they are too scared to say anything around Scott. He's a big guy and not someone you want coming after you. They won't say anything when he's around. But when he's not? They're all over it. They know I'm Shane's cum-guzzling girl. They know I'd leave Scott in a second for Shane's dick, and they whisper amongst themselves, laugh about it, let it spread like crazy. Scott knows they're talking—hears them quiet down when he gets close, sees their sneaky little looks—but he's got nothing. He just takes it, every awful bit, while I'm out here drinking Shane down. I love just thinking about how humiliating it must be for Scott.
While I was still licking Shane's cum off of my lips yesterday, Shane said, "Last week, Craig waited 'til Scott was out of sight and asked how deep you take me. I said, 'All the way—she begs for my cum, and we are talking about taking it further. Like a real relationship. Mike was like, 'Goddamn, she's got his whole life ruined,' and right then Scott came back. Everyone got real quiet but everyone was thinking the same thing. Shane is pumping cum in my holes and Scott can't stop him. Shane said Scott won't look at him, and he likes that. Mike later told him everyone notices how he avoids Shane at any cost. I loved sharing with Shane how I felt. It's like we both enjoy shrinking Scott and taking away his status as a man in front of everyone's eyes. I told Shane, "They're imagining me sucking on you, swallowing you down while Scott gets nothing. He's a big guy, but your dick has made him so weak. He knows they're laughing, knows I'd pick your dick over him any day, and he has to live with that." Shane laughed, telling me, "Yeah, he eats it. Yesterday, Mike told me he was in the break room, and Scott's grabbing water, like ten feet away, and he whispered to Craig, "Scott's wife is probably sucking Shane off right now." And Craig laughed. He said Scott didn't say or do anything but walked off. He knew they were talking about his wife being used as cum dump by Shane. The thought of Scott, this big guy, rendered useless by my love of Shane's dick, making him fall apart because I need Shane's cock like its oxygen makes me want to suck Shane's cock right now, I told Shane, "Next time I'll suck you off right outside his job and let them peek, see me suck on you while Scott's stomping around, hearing them whisper." Shane laughed and said, "Deal, He'll know. Won't do anything, but he'll know. The same way he knows when they shut up 'round him." Just thinking back on that conversation yesterday, I can still feel how I felt after eating Shane's dick yesterday. Throat wrecked, belly full of Shane's cum, loving every second of Shane owning me, the work crew's whispers behind Scott's back. Thinking back on this today, all of it combined made me understand I am living a perfect life. No regrets at all. Just saying.
Shane hid his Jeep in a muddy little spot, killed the motor, and let the bushes hide us from anyone who might be around. I was stuffed into the passenger footwell, my 58-year-old body twisted up, knees jammed into the floor mat, going feral on his long cock. I shoved it so deep down my throat that I could barely breathe. I could see my spit was dripping everywhere, splashing his perfect balls. I remember gagging as the head touched the trigger places in the back of my throat. It feels fantastic to have my lips stretched wide, tongue licking all over those thick veins, sucking up the sharp, salty pre-cum leaking from his tip. He's 30, I'm way older, and I'm fucking in love with his dick. I don't need him screwing me or anything else, just his fat dick head blasting cum into my belly. I loved the way Shane pushed my head hard, forcing me down 'until my throat was on fire, and said, "Suck it, you nasty slut—take it all." I did, trying to breathe as he fucked my mouth, his balls slapping my chin all wet and loud, tears streaming down my face while I went at him like I'd die without it. This will be basically a book, so if you don't like reading or don't have the time… I'd quit now. If you are into it like I am…here you go!
I have known for a long time I am obsessed with sucking Shane's cock. It's this crazy rush, feeling it stretch my throat, throbbing on my tongue, every little jump making my heart race. I don't need him to touch me. Just let me taste his cock, just like I was doing at that moment. My throat squeezed tight around him, gagging hard as I pushed him deeper, spit and pre-cum spilling out, running down my chin, soaking my top. I pulled back for a quick breath, blowjob drool hanging from my messed-up lips to his dripping tip, looking up at him and making eye contact, letting him know I loved every second of this more than he did. I dove back in, swallowing him whole, nose buried in his pubes, trying to gulp around him with my throat. It's this new thing I'm trying. It's a work in progress. It must work because he groaned loud, hips bucking, fucking my mouth like an animal, and I loved it. I made him lose control. I caused the sloppy chaos, the roughness, making him lose it. I love the way he said, "I'm going to cum, you cumslut." I don't know if it's possible, but I think my throat begged his cock to feed it cum. He let loose—hot, thick cum shooting down my throat, so much I had a hard time trying to keep up, swallowing fast and greedy. I felt it hit my stomach, warm and thick, and when I thought I couldn't get another drop out of this cock, I pulled off, cum all over my lips, dripping down my chin, and thanked him for feeding me. Shane was worried about my sexual satisfaction. I assured him that his sperm spreading around in my stomach was more satisfying than any orgasm right now. I tried to explain how amazing it felt to take a piece of his body and suck it into mine, making him a part of me. He didn't get it. That's okay. It works for me.
It's funny what I remember the most about yesterday. After Shane came and I told him about why I like drinking his jizz, he rubbed his wet cock across my cheek, leaving a sticky smear of spit and cum that I kept looking at in the rearview mirror. I don't know why, but I can't get that image and the feeling of his sloppy dick rubbing across my cheek out of my mind, and it's making my pussy drip. I should be so fucked out after Jeep Week and my night with Jake, and now my day with Shane…but I'm not. I want more.
I rolled into the house this morning, tired and worn out, but my pussy still humming from the night with Jake. I could smell Jake all over me on the ride home, my thighs sticky with the cum still leaking from my pussy and now my ass, where he pumped a hot mess of cum. My ass ached in the best way, still tingling from how his cock had slid so deep in my guts, the head stretching my colon with every thrust—I fuckin’ love that feeling, how he claimed me so completely. I’d fallen asleep tangled up in him, and his whisper of “I love you, always will” made my heart race, fueling my sexual thrill. I almost said it back. I don’t know why I didn’t. I do… though I love Scott more, but Jake’s younger, better looking, and turns me on so much more… honestly, I’d rather spend my time with him. Who knows, leaving Scott for him is a possibility, and the thought makes me want Jake even more…oddly enough. Sex kinks will make a girl do strange things. I love having them both, but my love for humiliating Scott, driving that delicious cuck anxiety to levels of almost insanity, keeps me riding a high I have no regrets about, not one damn bit.
When Scott saw me, I think he was relieved I came home because he said, “You’re back...and he kept staring at my neck. I would later find out Jake left me a high school-style hickey on my neck, of all things. I could see Scott was starving for details. “You stayed with him all night, didn’t you?” and like a dummy, he asked, “What… what did you do?” in the most desperate of ways. Scott looked so pathetically sad, and I almost felt bad for him. And then I noticed it, the bulge in his pants, his dick betraying him, getting hard as he begged for the humiliating details. “Yeah, I did,” I said, “Fell asleep with Jake after he fucked me senseless again—pounded my pussy so deep I came twice, his fat cock stretching me out while I moaned his name and told him I loved him. Then he took my ass, fucked my tight hole raw, loving the feeling so much of how he owns every inch of me. He pumped a hot, thick load deep in my ass after I begged him to, his cum dripping out of me while I came like a slut.” and look at you. Your dick’s getting hard, you sick little cuck, just hearing me tell you I love another man while his dicks in my ass!” I love how Scott’s body betrays him, his desperation for details adding to my thrill. It has to be tough for Scott picturing Jake’s fat cock in my ass, making me cum, leaving his sperm leaking from both my holes while all he can do is pump himself to a weak, watery dribble of jizz. Then my husband said the worst thing he could say…because it hit me so hard and so sexually deep it almost ached. I could have cum if I just touched myself for 2 seconds after he said it. He said, “Don’t leave me…I’ll do better.” I don’t know if he thought I would have regrets or feel pity for him by saying that, but none of that exists for me. Only pure satisfaction at the scale I have reduced my once proud husband to. “Do better? You’ll never be better than him, you pathetic fuck. Jake turns me on so much more—he makes me cum like a slut, fucks my ass like a king, slides his cock so deep in my guts I can feel him stretching my colon, and I fuckin’ love it! He treats me like a queen on the side, tells me he loves me, and I love hearing him say it. His cum’s still in me, in my pussy and my ass. That should tell you who owns me now. After he pumped his load in my ass, he whispered in my ear, “I love you, you give me everything.” And I came when he said it. And look at you. Your dick is hard listening to me tell you the details of how Jake is erasing you one stroke of his dick at a time. But you’ll do better? I don’t think so.” I don’t want Scott to do better. I want him to keep sinking further down into this world of depravity I have created for him. I can no longer live without the sexual high, the power, and the complete and total transformation of my husband into a tiny, obedient servant. Just seeing his dick tent, his pants getting more demanding for every cruel detail while his eyes well with tears…delicious. I was tired, so I walked away and closed my bedroom door. I started thinking I should let up a little on my husband. But like a sign from above, Jake texted me saying, “Miss you already. Love ya!” I had to smile because I’m loving every second of this. There is no letting up for Scott. I replied, “See you soon. Love you back!”
So, the start of my afternoon was a literal fucking blast. It started with Jake dragging me to the Outlets for some shopping, which was fun, but we both knew the real goal was getting back to his place so he could stuff his fat cock deep inside me. Mission accomplished several times over. We got to his place, and it didn’t take long before we were tearing at each other’s clothes, and the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, legs spread wide, and Jake’s pounding me missionary style, his thick dick stretching my pussy so good I dripped for him. Then, for the first time ever, he starts working my clit like he’s giving me a handjob while he’s fucking me—rubbing and jerking it like a pro, sending these electric shocks through my whole body. I fucking lost it—came so goddamn hard I’m pretty sure I looked like a total dumbass, my face all scrunched up, mouth hanging open, probably drooling a little, my pussy clenching around his cock like it’s trying to milk him dry. Can’t help it, though—when Jake fucks me over the edge like that, my body just does whatever the hell it wants, and I’m along for the ride.
He didn’t stop there, though. He kept slamming his dick into me, hitting so deep it felt like he was rearranging my guts, and I was just moaning like a slut, my juices soaking the sheets. After another five minutes of him railing me, he finally busts, pumping a hot, thick load of cum right into my pussy. It felt like a fucking flood, and along with feeling his dick throbbing as he unloaded, that set me off again. I came a second time, not as wild as the first but still so damn good, my pussy quivering around him as his jizz filled me up. We just crashed after, sprawling out on his bed, sweaty and panting, chatting about random shit while his cum’s still oozing around inside me, probably swimming around in a pointless quest to knock me up. I mean, I’m not trying to get pregnant, but fuck, the thought of Jake breeding me gets me so hot every time I think about it—just a dirty little fantasy that makes my clit throb all over again. I love playing that what-if in my head, even if I never went there for real.
I toned this stuff down quite a bit because I know it hits hard for some folks. I’m aware that this is my kink. It’s extreme and not for everyone. I wrote a masterpiece, eloquent and as brutally descriptive as anything I have ever written. So much so it sounds like fiction, but it’s true. And it’s sure to turn some of you off. This recount is the "lite" version of the end of my afternoon. My head is still spinning from it. I will tell you about what started the day off in just a bit. Earlier today is probably more your speed, but…this was the best part of the day for me. Probably my year so far. We like what we like…no point denying it, and I enjoy sharing it. This is my page, and sharing it with you makes it fun for me. So, bear with me. I always get back to normal speed sooner or later.
Anyway, not but half an hour ago, I watched my husband’s hand fumble with his pathetic dick. If it wasn’t such a sexual high for me, I might have felt bad looking at his face. The shame and desperation mixed with his hand running up and down his dick is a maddening thrill for me. I told him, “You see this body?” as I spread my legs slightly so he couldn’t miss seeing the cum slick evidence of Jake’sdeposit marking his claim to my body still leaking from me.“This isn’t yours anymore—it never really was.He took it, owned it, filled it while you sat at home sniveling, probably crying into your worthless puddle of cum.” Truthfully, watching his eyes well up while his just got harder hit all of my turn-on buttons. That just drove me on further.“He’s more man than you’ll ever be—his cock made me cum in ways your sad excuse never could.You’re nothing but a spectator now, a pitiful cuck jerking off to the ruins of what you thought was yours.” I had to laugh when his dick erupted cum, spilling his dignity into his hand and giving me a mental orgasm. So much so that now I’m super horny again. I shouldn’t have worked myself up so much.
Scott got me off today. He didn't touch me. I don't allow that anymore. I don't let him see me undressed. That privilege belongs to someone else now. I did make him undress and jerk off while I told him all about my night with Jake. It was a pitiful but delicious site to see him frantically yank his cock as I shamelessly told him of my feelings for Jake. The harsher I embraced my dark side with Scott, the more drenched my pussy became. It was a bizarre thrill, telling Scott of my feelings for Jake and, at the same time, knowing that some of Jake's cum from this morning was shamelessly oozing out along with my own girl jizz. When I barked at him to speed up and finish, needing his opinion on what dress I should wear for my date with Jake later on, he obediently pumped out a very hefty load of jizz into his hand. Without hesitation or a word from me, he ate his cum, slurping it up, proving his utter submission and proof of what I had reduced him to. Thinking back to when I first met Scott, he would fuck me with unchecked dominance, claiming me as his own—and he did own me. He was a man in command, controlling everything around him. Fast forward to the present, and here he is, pathetically tugging on his dick and swallowing his own cum, while I laugh as I tell him how another man has taken me and made me his own. He doesn't do any of this because he wants to. My husband does this because he has to. He won't be the one I pick if I'm driven to a decision. It is also the only way I will participate in anything sexual with him. This realization thrills me, igniting a fire in my pussy. I threw him out of the room, loving the power I hold over him as I fingered myself, reveling in the pathetic cuck I have meticulously crafted. His complete submission and my absolute psychological supremacy added to my pleasure and fired off an overwhelming climax that left me trying to catch my breath. How could I ever abandon this life of depravity? I can't. It's too flawlessly twisted.
Jake took care of my obsession with getting my insides coated with cum by way of my ass yesterday. He left me with an intensely deep anal cream pie. When I said deep, his balls were kissing my ass cheeks, and I could feel the head of his cock firing off a cum fountain in my guts. It's a sensation hard to describe when you feel a man's cum leave the head of his dick when it's buried deep in your colon. I didn't cum, but it was so worth feeling every last pump of cum. Then, with his jizz still in my guts, we watched a TV show called AP Bio, and I laughed my ass off at a TV show for the first time in ages. So much so Jake's jizz leaked out of my ass. Good thing he has a leather couch…they have that wipe-clean convenience. It was sexy as fuck, enjoying a regular evening with Jake. After the show, we hopped in the shower, and though Jake said he was fucked out, I had to try. So I sucked his cock, and though it got kind of hard, it still didn't rise to the occasion. With his dick still in my mouth, I told him to tell me what was wrong. He got very quiet and tried to pull his dick out of my mouth, but I wasn't giving it up. He finally asked me if I was ever going to quit fucking other guys. There it was, his semi-hard dick in my mouth, and he was saying it out loud for the first time. I knew he knew I was taking cock in my guts from other guys, but we just didn't talk about it. I kind of figured he was somewhat OK with it, but I knew this day was coming. I thought about it while I rolled the head of his dick around in my mouth, and then I popped it out and said no. He then explained his feelings for me, and it made my heart flutter, and the truth is I feel the same way about Jake. I told him that he was my man now. Everyone else was a sexual kink I'm not willing to give up. It must have worked because his dick hardened and fast. I really got into working the head of his dick, and Jake started to get into the rhythm. When he grumbled about Scott being a "third wheel," I clarified that Scott, my beloved pet, wasn't going anywhere and affirmed to Jake that he was my man, not Scott. Stroke a man's ego while the head of his dick is in your throat, and you get results. Hearing that was all it took. Jake's dick started down the path of the point of no return. It started twitching on my tongue, his balls sucked inside of himself, and he fed me sperm straight from his freshly reloaded testicles. It was nice. I enjoyed the feeling of his thick, slimy cum drooling down my throat. The flavor is always satisfying and becomes even more delicious as an aftertaste. To make it even more addictive, my strong desire for Jake amplifies the pleasure of savoring his sperm. Having his cum in my belly makes me feel our connection together is even more intense. So much so that I was going to go home and spend some time with my husband, but Jake is my man now. I spent the night with him. I thought about Scott this morning and how cruel it was just to ghost him as I did, but when Jake's tongue slipped in my mouth, and his cock pushed into my pussy…I forgot all about having a husband as Jake finally gave me one of my extraordinary, mind-bending orgasms. I drove home around 9 this morning with Jake's sperm swimming around in my pussy, thinking Scott has to realize his insignificance as my cuck, and I'm enjoying every second of reminding him. I think he knows his place. Jake's cum in all three of my holes should make it clear.
I got dumped on by my ex-girlfriend. She re-scheduled for later this week, so I'm going to get my asshole dumped in to make up for it. I'm feeling like I need a black man. A handsome black guy. One that will go so far up my asshole the head will end up in my stomach. How cool would that be if that was a possibility? Again, I'm fucked in the head for all the bizarre scenarios that pop through my mind. Here's a weird one, I have often watched 3d porn where a dick slips in a hot chick's ass and then ends up popping out of her mouth. I frequently think what a thrill it would be to look down my nose and see the head of a dick that stared in my ass and is now sliding out of my mouth and then start pumping cum like a sperm fountain. Again, I know I have some weird sexual kinks and fantasies, but it works for me.
Anyway, as I said before, I am in the mood for some dick in my asshole. I was serious about that, and Jake should take care of that nicely for me. His dick is a bit long, but the width is nice. I can get his dick to slide its way in balls deep, but it's a process. One we have to do everytime. I don't want his dick in my guts unless it's in my guts if you know what I mean. I really like a deep anal cream pie. One that's so deep I can feel it just under my stomach. When Jake pumps a load of sperm that deep, it stays in my insides for the rest of the day, just barely leaking out now and then. It's just a good feeling and mental reminder that I had the head of his cock basically trying to touch my stomach. Anyway, I'll keep you posted!
The label "Hotwife" doesn't apply to me. It's become just another adult entertainment gimmick, completely driven by commercial interests. If you look closely at the folks who claim to be in for the fun and sexual excitement, you'll find that the arrangements are almost always set up by the man involved. He picks the other guys, and he sets up the dates. He goes along, watches, and often participates in straight or bi-ways. If you see a video of it online, it's fake. And they all want to film it these days. That kind of scenario and control dries me up like sandpaper. What am I? Am I a cuckoldress? Probably not. More like an "Emotional Cuckoldress." Perhaps an "Emotional Adultress" is more appropriate. I find more thrills in the mind games and emotional rollercoasters than in the physical fucking. Well, that's not 100 percent accurate. The mind games and emotional rollercoasters make the physical sex mind-blowing events. It is what it is. Do I revel in the emotional and mental turmoil of others? Absolutely, I do. Completely and without hesitation. But only if they consent and desire it. Many men believe they crave my brand of sexual humiliation, and perhaps they do—for an hour or two. But I don't entertain "an hour or so." I embody it 24/7, relentlessly. There is no, "Well golly gee, that was fun, now let's be a normal couple!" This is a commitment, a relentless reality. You're either in or you're out. There is no in-between with me. The upside is that your existence will both revolve and be consumed by my sexual kinks every hour of every day. The downside is that I will be with other men, both in heart and body, more deeply than I ever will with you. Scott has been the only man I have ever had who not only takes this lifestyle, he eats it up and asks for more, in his own unique way. Talk about a one-in-a-million. The stars aligned when I found him. Now if you will excuse me, I need to leave to be with the man I truly love, Jake. I'm sure Scott will comprehend his insignificance.
And here I am, sitting on the edge of my seat, with Shane's cum making a slow exit from my asshole like it's trying to win the world's slowest race. Shane pounded my ass like a seasoned champion. I finally had a colossal orgasm, so powerful that I turned into a human sprinkler and sprayed his balls down. It's been ages since I've had a cock in my colon, giving me that sensation that its expanding it like a party balloon and making me cum so hard that I practically drowned his balls with my squirt. I guess what I'm saying is, though I may cum quite often with a cock turning my ass into a fuck tunnel, the floodgates rarely, if ever, open for a full-on squirt fest. I can only recall one other time when a guy's cock was lodged up my ass, and I went off like a fire hydrant. It's funny, it's like I can still feel the head of his dick exploring around in my guts. I hope it stays that way for the rest of the night. I think what made it so good was how Shane took his time. He just eased the fat head of his cock into my ass and he let it gradually adjust. He spent another several minutes letting me do the work. I like that. I like to be the one controlling how deep the cock in my guts is going to go. I pushed back against his hard dick, slipping the head in slowly, feeling that strange but delicious gradual stretch as my insides slowly accommodated the width of his cock. It took a few minutes, but I got Shane's balls deep in my ass. If you've never experienced the sensation of having 8 inches of dick inside your colon, then you might not fully grasp the exquisite nature of the experience. It's an entirely different feeling compared to being deep in my cunt. I can sense other parts inside my body being touched, nudged, and aligned in ways that ordinarily remain untouched, creating a unique and intense sensation. I admit that sometimes if appropriately done, getting my ass pumped with cock is better than straight sex, and I prefer it. I'll be honest with you. I feel closer to Shane now. As funny as it sounds, his giving me a perfect ass fucking makes me want to pursue getting closer to him. I am going to achieve that goal very soon.
On that note, Shane knows Scott. They have to see each other occasionally as their companies do business together. It's how I met Shane. I asked Shane how things were going between the two of them. He said Scott wouldn't look at him or speak to him. Shane admitted it was probably more awkward that Scott knew he was pumping sperm in my guts than if he was just fucking my holes behind his back. He also admitted it was, as he put it, "a mental high." I pressed him on that, and he said it felt good knowing he could fuck me better than Scott and that it was like he had total power over Scott. I told Shane 1, he owns Scott, and 2, he better be able to fuck me better than Scott because I don't let Scott fuck me unless it's for a video. I also said not only do I choose to fuck you and not Scott, I'd rather hang out with you as well. He took the hint and said he would like to take things further if I was open to it. I kissed him like he was the last man on earth and asked him if that answered his question, which that action might have caused him to get a little ahead of himself. He steered the conversation to how we would have to deal with Scott. I believe he thought I meant I would break up with him. I didn't have the heart to tell him that wouldn't happen, and I also didn't want to run him off just when we were getting something good started. So I said we will cross that bridge when we get there. So… the point of me telling you this is I may now have two men that I will be in a relationship that is more than just sex. I feel like an 18-year-old again! Can't wait to tell Scott! I'm not sure how thrilled he will be, but as for me…what a fantastic afternoon!
