I met Shane for lunch today. I was his lunchbox, or should I say my box was his lunch.
I drove my jeep to his shop and pulled up dressed up in my super milf outfit, the one in these pics. He was outside, walked over to me, looked at what I was wearing, and told me to wait a minute and that he would be right back. He did just that. In less than 5 minutes, he was in my jeep and told me to head over to a nearby park because it was nice and warm today. When we arrived, he jumped out, came over to the driver's side, and opened the door and then we started making out. I really like that. It makes me super wet. It really feels like I’m cheating…and I like to cheat! Shane went down on his knees and started licking and sucking my clit. It felt amazing, and he had me cumming in his mouth in just minutes. I soaked his face when my girl jizz spurted out and splashed him right in the mouth. He looked fantastic with my chick spray running down his chin. I don’t really think I ever came that fast from being tongue fucked and sucked before. I’ll take it, though! I guess that’s proof of how turned on Shane can get me. I knew Shane had a hard-on. There was no possible way he couldn’t. The big clue was the boner trying to push through his pants. So, I jumped off the seat, and I had him switch places with me so I could suck his cock. I pulled his jeans down, kissed the head of his dick, and then swirled it around in my mouth. And…just like me, in less than a minute, I felt his cum pumping down my throat. It was hot and salty, fresh from his balls, just the way I like it. I swallowed every drop, sucked him soft, which took longer than it did for him to cum, and got every last drop of post jizz drip out of his dick. I like it that way. No mess for him to worry about…other than the mess I made on his face and shirt collar. He surely smelled my wetness for the rest of the day. At least, I hope he did. So after our mutual record-fast orgasms, I zipped him up, drove him back to work, made out with him for a couple of minutes, and promised I would fuck him stupid next time. If only my lunch could be just like this every time…I think I would be living the dream and on lunch break 24/7.
The party. I wore the dress and the panties. Jake wasn’t happy with my outfit choice when I showed up at his house. He wanted conservative…I don’t do conservative. The most conservative I get is I put panties on. But, no worries I changed his mind. I lifted up the dress so he could see the black panties he requested. He could see my rock hard chick dick poking out and then he magically had nothing to say. When we are on our way I spread my legs and started fingering my clit through my panties, which had a big wet spot, some because I was turned on and some because Shane’s cum was still working it’s way out of my box making a wet spot in the lace. I could see he liked that and his driving suffered from it. He tried to reach over and finger me a bit but I told him no, for two reasons, I wanted to tease him by giving him a show and I wasn’t sure if he would feels Shane’s jizz in my box still. I could see his dick making a pants tent so I pulled it out and and sucked on it’s beautiful perfect head. I worked his dick for a few minutes until Jake asked me to stop before he came but I was to far gone. I had to feed on his cum. I worked his dick until it started jerking around in my mouth and then his testicles released his cum and pumped it in my belly. Perfect way to start the date if you ask me. We got the party and sat with his friends, the girl who wants to quit giving blowjobs if she wins the lottery and her husband and a few other people I didn’t know. Jake got a little brave and let his fingers do the walking and they dipped inside of me more than a few times. My hand found his cock more than a few times as well. Jake walked me around and introduced me to tons of people, one of them his boss, which I found to be rather brave of him. I would have loved to have fucked Jake stupid in the bathroom of the hotel ballroom but I knew it would be way to much for Jake, personality wise and job security wise. So, I didn’t try. I wanted to, I really did, but yes, even I know there are limits that must be placed on when to be a complete slut. To the question of did I get fucked at the party…no. I got eye fucked by more than a few guys and hate fucked by more than a few women, but no dick felt me from the inside…at the party. When we finally got home, to Jake’s place though…we fucked until 4 AM which is why I got such a late start today. I didn’t get home until noon today…much to Scott’s dismay. He said his company party was boring. I said Jake fingered me at his party…so it wasn’t boring. Scott wanted a handjob but I was to tired because Jake fucked the sex drive right out of me. Jake has a dick on him that can do that. I reminded Scott of that fact and told him he could jerk his dick if he wanted to smell my totally cock thrashed pussy that had to smell of Jakes, and probably Shane’s sperm. Which he did. Took him all of a minute to blow a load in his hand and when he tried to sneak away to wash it off I stopped him and made him show me what a good cum eater he really is. So, all in all, a perfect weekend!
I have a well-used pussy still swampy with Shane's cum, and I am on my way to Jake's to go to his office Christmas party. Hope I don't drip Shane's cum on the floor while Jake is trying to kiss me under the mistletoe. Won't happen. I am wearing panties, as Jake requested. But they are sheer, so who knows...I might leave a piece of Shane at the party! Scott is on his way to his Christmas party without his plus one. I ended up being Jake's plus-one. It just feels right this way. Man...I'm cheating on everyone these days. It's a great time to be alive!
I bet someone gets their fingers wet tomorrow night…I’m leaving Jake easy access to my clit, nips, and everything else. I was supposed to go to Scott’s company Christmas party, but it looks like he will be going alone. I’d rather go to Jake's as his date instead of my own husband’s. Fuck, that sounds horrible but so delicious at the same time! Anyway, this is the dress, it will probably draw some stares and some snarky whispers here and there, but do I give one fuck? Absolutely not! Does Jake? Most likely, but when he’s pumping sperm in my guts tomorrow night…I think he’ll get over it!
I need to suck a dick today. I really do. I don't want to fuck. I just want to work a dick with my mouth. I'll either cum doing it or get it on with myself when I'm alone. Why? I'm just in that mood. I would guess, and I could be wrong, that sometimes you just want to ram your tongue in a wet pussy and go to work on it. I'm not saying I couldn't change my mind and end with a dick turning my insides into a soupy jizzy mess. That has certainly happened before. I'm just saying I have this intense urge to feel a cock in my mouth.
Which brings me to my next point. What chick doesn't want a dick in her mouth? I was out with one of Jake, as a couple, with another couple I had never met before. I spent a lot of time talking to the wife. She said if she won the lottery, she would never suck another dick again. I laughed at that, and then it hit me. She was serious. I thought, if I won the lottery, I would have so much money I would have all the dicks I could ever care to suck around me 24/7. I don't get it. I thought, maybe she just doesn't like having cum in her mouth. I can see that. Easy answer though, don't finish him in your mouth. I relish the thought of eating a man's sperm. It's not the taste, it's the psycholigical turn on. Drinking a man's seed straight from the head of his dick is some instinctual fetish for me. Anyway... what's with all these women being down on sex? Maybe they married for money, and the trade-off was a guy who repulsed them in every way possible. That's a bad move. I would never marry for money, but if I did, I would cheat. But then again, that could turn off the money fountain if I got caught. Yeah, I couldn't marry for money. Too much of a hassle. Money, too much of it, brings on too much stress. Or, at least, it does for me. I have lived the big money life. I think I liked the shopping part of it. I don't really remember. I can remember the massive stress of watching my then-husband and myself always working to maintain the lifestyle. Money has a way of sneaking itself into the driver's seat of your life. I am not a fan of being driven around...unless I plan on sucking a dick. Which I would never give up doing...money or no money. I couldn't do it. I see a hot guy, and the first thing that pops into my mind is kneeling in front of him and looking into his eyes as I work the head of his cock with my mouth. Fuck, that sounds positively delicious just saying it. Moving on. I don't know if I had a point to this share. If I didn't sorry about the word salad I may have produced.
Okay, look, I sucked Brandon’s dick again. Hence the reason my clit is so fat and hard. Nothing like eating a load out of a guy's balls to turn the clit into a rock-hard chick dick. And yes, I had an orgasm again while sucking his cock. I had to finger myself this time, though. Just a little bit, maybe 30 seconds, but I was hoping for another hands-free orgasm. I don’t know. Perhaps it was hands-free. I didn’t cum when I was fingering myself. I came when I had Brandon’s balls in one hand and the other on his ass, pulling his dick deeper in my throat. Before that, I felt like I was close but wasn’t getting to the point of no return. So I rubbed myself close to it and then let Brandon’s dick in my throat do the rest to push me over the edge. It was way more intense, physically, that is than my first orgasm today. It wasn’t one that turned my brain off, and my eyes crossed. Scary intense, though, like whatever chemical my body released was way more potent. I could feel it in my chest…I kid you not. I would be lying to you if I said I wasn’t hoping for an even better cum fix than the one earlier today, so I was slightly disappointed in that aspect but super happy about the two I did get today from feeling the head of Brandon’s cock stretching my throat. Oddly enough, I’m not sure, but I know the first orgasm I had today might have been in the top 3 on the Richter scale of orgasms, and I got it hands-free. I’m just happy that both times Brandon was able to hold off cumming himself until I got my cum on. How did I end up with Brandon’s hard dick in my mouth a second time? He texted and asked if I would suck him off again. It was that simple. Of course I would suck him off again. That’s like me asking you if you would eat me out again…you better say yes. I drove straight over and slurped his dick in my mouth, and went to work. Brandon offered to eat me, finger me, fuck me, but I said I would rather just suck his dick, and he didn’t have a problem with that. I came about 5 minutes into feasting on his dick. I wanted to go balls deep on his dick right when I hit my peak, but the intensity surprised me, and I forgot. Brandon went another five minutes and asked me if he could pull out so he could see his cum pump in my mouth. I prefer having the head of a cock in my mouth when it cums, so I get all of it, and even more important, the cum stays warm. If you leave it on your face or chin too long, it gets cold and loses some appeal. What can I say? I prefer my sperm fresh from the testicles, nice and hot. Brandon pulled out of my mouth when he was ready, and he pumped most of his cum in between my lips. Some got on my nose and my chin, so I told him to use his dick and wipe it off and feed it to me. He really liked that. I really like that as well. I love being on my knees with a dick in my mouth. I love being on my knees, feeding on a man's jizz while he watches me. It just feels good, like everything is as it should be. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the kind of chick who thinks women should just be dominated…I’m far from it. I like the feeling of begging to eat a man's sperm. Like I said, it feels good, and I’m not embarrassed to admit it.
One thing went wrong. I like to suck a man's dick until it feeds me, and then keep sucking till there is nothing left to drip out. Usually, I snack on a spent cock for two or three minutes. It’s one of my favorite things to do. I love the sensation of feeling a cock that just came deflate in my mouth. Always have and probably always will. The thing is, Brandon pulled his dick away from me right after he finished feeding me. I told him to give it back, but he said he had things he had to do. I didn’t want to seem silly, so I let it go, but as far as I’m concerned, I just sucked the sperm out of your testicles. You can wait a couple of minutes while I enjoy myself. I didn’t get to finish the job and will say it…I’m not happy about it. It’s sex between us, nothing else…give me what I want and need, and all is good. Take the cock away before I’m done…I feel like I might need to move on and find someone else. I’m not going to, but still, I can’t help feeling ripped off. I know I’m batshit crazy, ticked off because I didn’t get to suck a dick soft after making it cum. It just seems like such a simple ask, and I drove all that way to get the whole experience. I guess not today. Funny how something so small can overpower the rest of the day. I’m being petty. I’ll get over it.
I had an orgasm sucking Brandon’s cock this afternoon. How amazing is it that simply kneeling before a man, slipping his penis in my mouth, massaging his balls to get them to maximize the amount they would feed me made my body react in such a profound way that I feel like I’m obsessed with repeating it all over again? I mean, it’s happened before, more than a few times, but not like this. This was a serious orgasm. One of those mind-bending, cross your eyes, forget your name orgasms. And…I never touched myself. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stuck it in my guts…I was still brain-dead from cumming and didn’t even know his dick was slipping in and out of me. When he pumped a load of sperm into my hole, I was still trying to recover from my orgasm. I didn’t cum from his dick being inside of me, and I barely knew I was being fucked. When Brandon was done using my hole, he left me gaped with his jizz pooling up inside of me. I only realized he inseminated me when I stood up, and strings of sperm were sticking to my thighs. Don’t get me wrong, I love that he got off inside of me. I want his dick to be happy. But the orgasm I had from sucking his dick overtook and overshadowed the rest of my fuck session with Brandon. That’s weird, isn’t it? The only thing I can think of that made my pussy fire off prematurely is Brandon wanted to group text a pic to Scott and some of his friends of me sucking his dick. He was serious about it, and I was all for it, but I didn’t have the numbers of the people he wanted to text, nor did he. But I will next time. But, here nor there, I had a fantastic orgasm from trying to jerk Brandon's dick off with my mouth. I feel a little ripped off that I don’t remember much about Brandon emptying his testicles in my body, and his jizz still running out of me reminds me of what I missed. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing if I could do it all over again.
I'm shocked that people these days still have a negative view of sex. Even the worst of orgasms is worth having. The more you get into sex, the more intense the orgasms become. It has to be healthy. I have no proof of that, but anything that can make a person's body feel that way without drugs or drink, well, it’s got to be good for you. I’m in such a good mood from the orgasm I had sucking Brandon’s dick. I have to sit on my hands, or I’ll start waving to random people. I’m just saying. I bet fucking adds years to a person's life. I could be wrong. I don’t think I am. Here’s the weird part. I’m worried about getting old and not having sex. I don’t know how I’ll get through my days without it. Cross that bridge when I get to it, I guess.
Im in the mood for dick today...I hope I get some...without Scott...I want to keep him pussy free till at least the end of December, if not longer. He's such a good husband when he's pussy free. Very industrious. See how that pans out.
I spread my legs for Jake and let my pussy feast on his cock for Thanksgiving. These pics show how my clit is in full hard-dick chick mode thinking about Jake. It’s been a few days since posting about it, which is a long break for me, but my Thanksgiving went so sexually off the wall that it’s taken a couple of days to get back down to earth. I had about 10 friends over, and as an afterthought, I invited Jake. Scott wasn’t happy when he opened the door, and the man who is currently breeding his wife and making him pussy free walked into the house. It was so delicious to see Jake, the man I have serious feelings for, standing next to my husband, who had no idea that Jake would be there. Just knowing my friends and some of my neighbors were in the same room with the man I am cheating on my husband with. I wanted to just wrap my arms around Jake’s neck and passionately kiss him while everyone watched but I knew that would be way over the line for everyone. So, instead, I just gave him a hug and “accidentally” rubbed his crotch in a way no one could see. Things were basically normal for everyone, but I caught a few people giving both Jake and me some curious glances, which only made my pussy wetter. We all sat down, Scott across from me, and Jake made sure to sit next to me. Without a doubt, I reached under the table and rubbed Jake’s cock through his pants, and it responded by getting nice and stiff for me. When I was done fondling his cock, he tried to rub my pussy but several things kept him from being successful. One, I had jeans on, and two, it was an awkward angle that made it too obvious for everyone to see if he continued to do it. The attempt had its intended effect. I was so turned on that I was losing track of what I was supposed to be doing and wasn’t keeping up with the conversation. All I could think about was feeling Jake’s hard cock slipping inside of me, stretching my insides, moving things in me around to make room for his cock. I wanted to feel his sperm pouring into me, swimming around inside of me, trying in vain to knock me up. I wanted Scott to know that I opened my legs willingly for Jake and begged him to fuck me. I wanted all of that and more, but I had dinner guests, so I had to get my mind off of Jake’s cock and back to the guests.
Things went pretty normal, and after dinner, everyone went to the porch. I was cleaning up when Jake walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me, and palmed my tits in his hands. He kissed the back of my neck which turned my pussy into a girl jizz faucet. I turned around and started making out with him, but I heard the porch door open, so I quickly disengaged and went back to cleaning. Most of the guests had left an hour or so later, and the remaining were on the porch and settled in. So I gave Jake “the look” and went into the kitchen. He followed shortly after. We snuck into my bedroom, and I pushed him onto the bed, pulled his pants down, sucked his cock hard, climbed on, and came hard in 30 seconds or less. Jake's balls emptied inside of me shortly afterward, flooding my guts with his sperm. Jakes's cum is always so thick and chunky that it sticks and hangs on wherever it lands, so after I pulled off and his cock plopped out onto his belly, only a small glob of his cum plopped onto the bed. I left it for Scott to clean up. The rest of his jizz stayed deep inside my guts, and I had the pleasure of feeling his cum lubing me up while I mingled with the rest of my guests and best of all, knowing I had the sperm of a better man in my guts while I gave my husband a heartwarming kiss for being such a good host. Then when Jake said he had to leave, he thanked my husband for the wonderful time, and I walked him to his car, finally feeling his jizz starting to pour out of me. I looked around, made sure nobody was watching, and kissed him. Jake told me he loved me, and I said I know you do…I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I’m not sure yet. I’m not at that point yet. It’s close, though! My pussy certainly is madly in love with him, and my pussy is slowly convincing my brain…and I like that!
Brandon saw my post on IG and now he wants to drain his testicles down my throat. I told him I would love to drink his cum, he just needs to get his dick near enough so I can work the sperm out of his balls for him. Brandon is the son of Scott’s best friend. Brandon tells his father and everyone else every time he pumps a load in one of my holes. I like that. I like knowing that they know I’m fucking around on Scott. Brandon will walk up to me when I’m with Scott and tell him he’s taking me away to let me suck his dick…and I will go with Brandon, and I will suck his dick just the way he wants me to. I adore him for doing that. It makes me feel so…unfaithful and deliciously cruel in the most sexual of ways. Brandon has moved recently and is only a few minutes away. The possibilities are endless with him being that close. My pussy is drooling thinking about having access to his cock anytime I want. Just being able to drive around downtown with Brandons cock in my mouth has me fired up in ways I can’t describe.
Jake is asking me to spend the weekend with him at his house. I haven’t made up my mind, but I want to. The sex we had last week was so amazing I can’t get it out of my mind. The orgasms were so intense I glowed for days. The feelings we are developing are amazing, and being a couple with Jake has been more incredible than I thought possible. I wish I could bring Jake around my neighborhood and get them used to seeing us together. Sure, it will turn Scott into a shriveled-up tiny beta cuck, but that has been my goal since I married him. I had a dream we moved Scott into the RV, and Jake moved into the house. The thought of it has turned me into an obsessed sex addicted uber MILF. Every time I see Scott, I want to feel Jake’s cock slipping into my guts, taking me further from Scott with each stroke of his cock bottoming out in my holes. Don’t’ get me wrong, I am not dumping Scott…I’m just turning him into my perfect husband…which for me is a defeated cuck who washes Jakes's jeep as Jake is pumping cum in my guts and then thanks him for breeding me afterward.
Got home this morning at 4 AM with a cum runny pussy, a stretched-wide asshole, and a smile on my face. Still tired as I sit here on my wonderfully aching butthole but still smiling about how I let Shane use me like a fuck toy.
It started out as a trip that I made Scott come along with, hoping to see Brandon, and then proceeded to rub it in Scott’s face with Brandon. Brandon isn’t fond of Scott and loves to take any shot at Scott he can. Brandon putting his dick in my mouth seems to be a pretty good way to start a solid way to reduce Scott to a whiny little troll in Brandon’s eyes. I admit I like to see Scott being shrunk to a tiny little man before me. It makes me want to fuck Brandon so much my girl goo drools out of me. But…fuck me…Brandon wasn’t there. We didn’t stay long; there wasn’t anyone there I knew, so we went to the Ocean Deck. On the way, I texted Shane and told him I would be there. He never replied. It ended up being another bummer. A very slow night, for sure. Just before leaving, I saw Shane walk through the door. My heart fluttered at the sight of him. My pussy turned on the waterworks. Shane walked over, sat down like he owned the table, and kissed me deeply in front of Scott. He then made some small talk with Scott, and when Scott went to answer, Shane cut him off and said, “Whatever, it’s time for you to leave. Your wife is mine now.” There was an obvious awkward tension in the air for a moment, and when Scott looked at me, I nodded my head for him to leave. He reluctantly got up and left. He had to walk out the door, leaving his wife with the better man. I wonder if that hurt? I hope so. I want to humiliate him like that even more.
Cutting through the boring parts, we hung out a little longer, went back to his place, and Shane went into overdrive inside every possible hole on my body his dick would fit in. He started out licking my clit, then tongue punched my pussy, then slipped his tongue in my asshole, fingering my pussy at the same time. Shane ordered me on my knees like the real slut that I am. Shane fucked my mouth like it was a pussy for 10-plus minutes. My jaw is still sore as I type this…so worth it! Then he buried the head of his dick in my throat and fed me a fresh and hot load of sperm in the back of my throat. Shane told me not to spill a drop…not one drop was wasted. The entire load ended up in my belly. It all felt so right. I love kneeling before superior men with their cocks in my face. It’s like the natural order of things for me. Sucking the cum out of their testicles is the icing on the cake for me. I can remember the first load of jizz I swallowed in 1984 as clearly as I can remember the one I drank last night. It’s somewhat of an obsession of mine. Shane fucked my ass and my pussy, but this post is getting long, so I’ll split it into two and get you the details in the near future. For now, just know, by the time I got home, Shane’s Jeep had pretty bad cum stains on his upholstery because his jizz leaked profusely out of my ass and pussy. I do love a man that can recover in 15 minutes or less!
I went to Jakes's office the other day and made him shoot cum on his chin. I was wearing the blue outfit I’m posting with this recap. Yes, I had a long sweater over the top. My guess is, it's kind of hard to explain why I would be walking through an office building in lingerie. They would know what's up…or what will be “up.” Fast forward, Jake wasn’t super happy about me showing up unannounced. But I did it anyway. Was he upset? Yes. He tried to stop me from pulling his dick out when he was on a conference call. It didn’t work. I pulled my sweater off and showed him what he was missing out on. He let me pull his dick out. He stayed on the call for about 30 seconds before he said he had to take care of something immediately. I didn’t go there just to give him a handjob, but his cock felt so good in my hand I didn’t want to stop. The end result was Jake out of breath, his own sperm dripping from his chin, me laughing at him and then licking his cum off his face. He was cum stupid for a few minutes before he told me I had to leave. He had to call them back. He asked me not to come back uninvited, and after a pause, he said…”That isn’t going to happen, is it?” I said probably not, but you’ll get used to it. Just tell your employees I’m your future wife,” He said, “Are you?” I said, “No, but they don’t have to know that. You know the rest from the previous post.
I wonder what it’s like to fuck another man's wife. I wish I knew. It must feel good, mentally, knowing another man’s woman is opening her legs for you, letting you touch her from the inside with your cock. I imagine pumping a load of sperm into a married woman feels like the ultimate domination. I know when I open my legs for another man besides my husband, it’s because I want him to breed me in ways my husband can’t. Just something that was crossing my mind. I’ll shut up now.
I milked Jake for an hour until he was convulsing, couldn’t think straight, and pumped his jizz so hard it hit his chin. I am still smiling from our milking session, and I’m sure he is as well. I feel so good…energized is a good description. I can still feel his beautiful cock and firm spongy balls in my hands. I am thrilled I can make a man’s body react like that. If I want to make him squirm uncontrollably, I rub the head of his cock in circles in the palm of my hand. The sensations are too much for him to handle…but I don’t let up. The way I can make his body tense, his face contort with the stroke of my hand, is a source of immense pleasure for me. I wish I could open a milking station shop. I really do. I would open it right now and let the sperm hit the floor 24/7. Why is this such a thrill/turn-on for me? I don’t know. I don’t get to orgasm, I don’t get touched, but I get this mental thrill that can’t be matched…all from releasing jizz from a man's testicles. I think mother nature instilled into me a primal, uncontrollable urge to please a man's cock, and though I’m sure that would make some other women cringe to say that…I’m glad this need is hardwired inside of me. Is it an obsession? Sex, overall, yes. Is it a problem in my life? If you are asking me, I would say, without a doubt, no. If you ask an outsider, I’m sure they would look at my life and marriage as a disaster. They would point out I have sex with other men, I revel in mentally removing Scott’s manhood, and I have strong feelings for men other than my husband. I admit that on paper, it looks terrible. But what ends up on paper doesn’t always accurately depict what is happening in reality. Last week, just to get his reaction, I told Scott I was going to take a break from seeing other men. He said I should do whatever would be best for me. 2 hours later, he asked me why and if I thought he was unhappy, I should rethink my decision because he wasn’t. He said he understood if I wanted to be a “normal” wife but wished I would reconsider my decision. I told him not to worry, I wasn’t serious and left him to see the real man in my life, Jake, and didn’t see my husband until the next day. When I did see Scott again, I made him take his unwanted cock out, and I watched him edge himself until he was convulsing, out of his mind, and spilling his sperm when I allowed him to. I touched that special mental spot in Scott’s brain that sent him over the edge. I casually asked Scott how it felt to know his wife was no longer just fucking Jake for fun, that I was falling for him, that some of his own friends were happy that Jake and I were the couple now, and he had been reduced to a friend at best. When I finished telling him this, Scott begged me to let him cum, and because he reached such a point of mental arousal, confirming we were on the same sexual path, I allowed it. Then I kicked him out of the room and masturbated, thinking about Jake kissing me passionately while stretching my holes that he has taken away from my husband and made them his own.
I wanted to model my new outfit for all of you. I think it's hot. What do you guys think? Should I wear it to Jake's office tomorrow and surprise him? 😜
Jake spent all day Sunday together with me and his dick inside me in one hole or another. I usually spend Sunday as a family day, but Jake has taken the family time away from Scott, and life has never been better…for me, at least. I’m not missing anything. Jake and I spent the day as a real couple. We washed each other's Jeeps, went for a drive, the same drive I used to with Scott on, and as a first…we went to Lowe’s together to get some stuff for my house that Jake is going to put up, not Scott. I adore spending time with Jake. So much so Scott has been replaced. Pushed into the friend zone. Jake and I are the couple now. Scott is the outsider. Jake passionately kisses me as he pumps a hot load of sperm into my colon. Scott wonders how he ended up being replaced first as my lover, then in my social life, and now as the man of the house. I wonder if that stings a little. I bet it does…and the thought of it makes me dripping wet. The funny thing is I think about Scott when Jake’s cock is stretching my asshole wide open…not about whether it would turn him on or not, but how I have given my body to another man. If Scott were to make me choose, I would choose Jake. I think Scott wishes I would look at him the same way I look at Jake…but I don’t. When Jake’s cock is inside of me, pumping me to a massive orgasm, Jake is my entire world. Scott is just someone to do my laundry. I’m writing all this down while I’m wildly horny thinking about Sunday. I have to because after I rub one out, and I will shortly, all these fantastic thoughts leave my mind, erased by an orgasm. Then I’ll sit and watch TV with Scott…he will become the man again…only for a little while, but still, it’s a little victory for him.
Brent fucked my pussy standing up while he had me against the door. All I could think about was how hard his cock was and how I was so happy I dumped Scott to be with him. He pumped his cum in me, and when he pulled out, his jizz ran down my thighs and made that heavy wet plop sound that cum makes when big globs hit the floor. Some things make a girl feel like a true woman. Getting my pussy stretched and fucked and then pumped full of sperm within minutes of walking in Brett’s door and then feeling his cum leak out of me…well…that made me feel like a woman in the most glorious of ways! Probably made Scott feel like a submissive bitch because he dropped me off at Brett’s after I saw his car parked outside the restaurant that he works at.
I was supposed to spend the night with Scott, and we had already gone shopping and then had plans to go to dinner and hang out with some friends until…I saw Brett’s car. It lit my pussy on fire instantly. I told Scott he was a good husband, but I needed more than he could give me. I asked him if he understood, but he didn’t. I explained it to him in terms he could understand. I said, “Brett is good for my mental well-being. He makes me cum, you can’t…I’m happier when I’m with him than I am with you. The good news is when he’s done using me like a cum sponge; I come home happily to you, completely satisfied. So much so you don’t have to worry about taking care of my needs, Brett already has. He takes the pressure off of you to perform…which you can’t because you’re a silly cuck.” He just stared at me, which prompted me to tell him, “This is your cue to leave.” And I got out of the car and went to be with Brett with a swampy wet and ready pussy. Brett noticed I was in a state and ready to fuck. He left work early, drove me to his place, and on the way there, maneuvered his hand under my skirt, letting him know I wanted him to finger me…which he did. I returned the favor by pulling his cock out and stroking it the entire road to his place. By the time we were in the door, he pushed me against the wall and fingered me while I made out with him. Then he pulled my skirt up, slipped his dick in my guts, and fucked me into an instant orgasm. I came so hard my pussy squeezed his cock, and his balls pushed sperm straight up in my box. A full-on breeding session complete with mind-blowing orgasms, start to finish, in under 5 minutes. Then we just hung around until I got the urge to taste his dick. I blew him on the couch for about 15 minutes until he fed me a load of cum while I fingered myself. I swallowed his slimy ball snot joyfully and after I sucked him limp I finished myself while Brett watched. Those are just the highlights. We had a great night together. Way better than I would have had with Scott, so I have no regrets. Brett drove me home, and no…I didn’t blow him. We were all fucked out. We did make out in the driveway, though…I know that annoys Scott to no end!
Office affairs are the best. They make going to work a joy. Nothing like the thrill of seeing the man who pumps cum in your guts when nobody is looking. Sure, undoubtedly, you will cop feelings for him or her, but that makes everything more intense and way more erotic. Falling for another man/woman doesn’t mean you don’t love your husband/wife. It just means you’re alive and ready to live life to the fullest. I like getting into the man I’m cheating with…it makes his dick so much more addictive. I find there is nothing wrong to be going home to my husband or boyfriend with another man’s cum swimming around inside of me after a passionate fuck session. It works in reverse…just like going to work, it makes going home a pleasure as well. I will kiss him on the lips, the same lips that were just kissing the head of another man's cock, tell him I love him, and mean it. I always get closer to my husband when I’m cheating on him. I don’t know why. It seems like I would be drifting apart from him, but nothing is further from the truth. Then the cycle starts all over again, I can’t wait to get to work and be with the man that gives me butterflies in my stomach…soon to be replaced with his dick. I think I’m happiest when I have feelings for both men. I like a good fuck, even if it’s a one-time thing, but I absolutely love a passionate round of wild monkey sex with a man I’m falling for. Cheating works for me. It may not work for you. Hate your wife but won’t leave her? Cheat. Love your wife but hate your sex life together? Cheat with a pro. You will go home in such a good mood you will make your wife the queen of the world and it’s a win-win for everyone. Getting your cum on in the greatest medicine/therapy there is and beats taking Prozac by a long shot.
Sadly, no hot stud got his fingers sloppy wet from sticking them inside me yesterday. I did jerk Brandon off in my driveway. I enjoyed that more than I probably should. I can’t help it. I have a thing for making a mans dick spit sperm. Brandon even commented that I was staring intently at his dick. I do that. I am still to this day wildly fascinated with just about everything about a mans dick. Brandon came more than I thought he would today. It didn’t fly out, it just poured out of his cum hole in repetitive pumps. Each pump was a very long long pour. My forearm was covered in his sperm. Yes, I ate it. I licked myself clean. It was a lot and Brandon dry heaved a bit watching me. I don’t know what that was about. I told him I wouldn’t do it again but he said no, he wanted to do it again. He had just never seen a woman eat sperm like it was candy. He said watching his thick slimy jizz being slurped up in ropes was a bit more than he could handle…but he wanted to try again. I’m game!
