I finally got to drop to my knees and suck the cock of a man almost half my age and who is also friends with my husband. It felt so good to be kneeling before Shane, mouth open ready to pleasure his dick in any way Shane saw fit. The feeling of being on my knees, willingly subservient to Shane’s dick, is intoxicating. Shane texted me yesterday and asked me if I would like to get together with him that evening. Jake has a cold, so things kind of fell into place for Shane and me. It’s been a long time coming. I went to his place, and as soon as I walked in the door, we started making out, and he went straight for my tits, fondling them and telling me how much he loves my big tits. Then he stopped and asked me about Scott, and he didn’t want him mad at him. I told him not to worry about Scott, and while I was assuring him, I reached down and rubbed his cock showing Shane I wanted his cock more than I cared about what Scott thought. We undressed each other, and in minutes, I was on my knee’s with the head of Shane’s cock staring at me, begging me to put it in my mouth. I have to tell you, it was better than I imagined. Honestly, I was worried Shane might have a small dick, but he didn’t. It is both longer and fatter than both Jake’s and Scott’s. It’s a manly dick. It’s not an attractive dick like Jakes. It’s large, veiny, and looks ready to fuck. It’s the kind of dick that makes you want to serve it. I sucked it for a few minutes longer before he stopped me and told me he wanted to taste me. Who was I to argue with that? He led me into his bedroom and laid me down on his bed, and I spread my legs wide open for him. It feels so good to open my legs for Shane. It’s like I’m giving myself to him…which I was. He took one look at my clit and said he never saw one as big as mine and jumped in face first and started licking and sucking my big swollen clit until my juices were pouring out and running all over his face and bed. I needed to please his cock more than I needed to have my pussy pleased…so bad that I stopped him, and we switched to the sixty-nine. It was amazing. I was working the head of his dick when I felt his sperm flood my mouth. I had no idea he was cumming, so I just started swallowing each pump of jizz. I kept his cock in my mouth and massaged his balls to get all the cum out of his dick. He kept eating my pussy, and he unexpectedly pushed me over the edge, and I had one of the most intense oral orgasms I can remember. We lay in his bed briefly to get our heads back together. I have to say it was one of the hottest and most intense orgasms I have had from oral. I guess because it has been a long time cumming. I have been thinking about being with him for a very long time. He started apologizing for cumming so fast, but I told him no worries and that I was more than happy with the orgasm he gave me. He brought Scott up again and wanted to know what “the deal was.” I told Shane I need to be satisfied by men with dicks capable of doing so, and Scott isn’t capable of doing so. I liked planting that image in Shane’s mind that Scott has a pathetic dick even though he doesn’t. Shane doesn’t need to know that. Making Scott out to be the lesser man to Shane got me wet again. We started making out again, and Shane started rubbing my pussy and fingering me and felt how wet I still was. His dick was already hard and ready to go again, so he slid it into my wet, slippery box nice and slow. I told him not to be so nice and just fuck me. He did just that, stuck his dick in me balls deep, and I started pushing my pussy back to get every inch of his dick. Shane pounded my pussy, making it his own. His cock felt so amazing in me, it was hitting the right spot that only the longest of cocks can hit that make my pussy drool with my juices. He noticed that and he said I felt so warm and wet. I won’t lie, it was amazing. He started pounding me faster and harder, and I knew he was going to cum soon, but so was I, and as soon as I felt his warm, silky load of jizz explode inside of me, I came so fucking hard. We both lay there for a while and talked about how amazing it was. The build-up of thinking about fucking each other made it all that more intense. In my mind, I could see myself spending more time with Shane. I think I look good with him. He may be half my age, but who cares? I am already thinking about how to spend time with him and his friends…as his girlfriend. Oh, how everyone would talk. Makes me wet thinking about it.
Shane did ask me if I would go out with him to meet up with his friends at an event at Biktoberfest. I told him no that I had enough of Biktoberfest . I wouldn’t have minded Shane pumping his manly dick in my hole again and walking around with Shane and his friends, feeling Shane’s sperm oozing out of my pussy….but I’m 57, and I had 3 late nights in a row. I wanted to get home and rub my cummy pussy in Scott’s face and tease him with how much better Shane is than he is. So, we kissed goodbye, I promised I would see him again this week, and home I went. I needed the break. I’m still tired from the late nights, but man, do I feel sexually satisfied. It’s such a good feeling!
I felt Shane’s dick last night. It felt good in my hand. We made out at the Station, and I let my hand wander and find his stiff cock. I wanted to suck it so bad I could almost taste it, but the hundreds of people wandering around us cock blocked me. Shane turns me on sexually in a big way. He’s a man in every sense of the word. I can’t explain, but I’m fixated on spreading my legs for him and letting him breed me in ways I can only dream of. That didn’t happen last night, but we are one step closer to making it happen. He had too many things going on last night that were preplanned. Plus, I went with Scott to Main Street, and he saw him there. I sent Scott home but I think it still made Shane a bit on edge. Not enough that he didn’t put his tongue in my mouth and get a few feels in on my tits…that he did do and promised we would do more…maybe this weekend. But I did have a great night with him, we really do get along well and I think we would look good naked together…I’m just saying.
I had no idea I would see Shane at “The Station.” I was surprised when I did and the only reason I knew he was there was he came up and talked to Scott first. I somewhat butted in on the coversation and Shane asked us to join his group at a table they had…and getting a table to sit at is hard to do during these events. Scott wanted to move on, but I didn’t. I told him I would rather hang out with Shane than him, and I would prefer if he just went home and left me alone with Shane. He said he would stay, but I said he wasn’t getting the hint and that I was serious…I would rather hang out with Shane…without you. I asked him if he understood, and he nodded that he did, and off he went. I didn’t see Scott until I got back home.
Fast-forward, and within an hour, Shane and I were making out. I asked him to take me to his place, but he couldn’t leave; he was the ride for his friends. I didn’t think about not having a vehicle since Scott took the truck home, so I didn’t have a ride either. Long story short, I told Shane I so wanted to drink the cum out of his balls, and he told me he wanted to fuck me since the first time he saw me. It will happen. It just didn’t happen last night. We had a great night together, and he dropped me off at 1 am this morning at my house. I suspect I’ll hear from him soon…if not, he will hear from me!
What about Scott? He jerked off for me this morning as I told him the details. He asked why I wasn’t getting myself off, and I told him I was saving myself in case Shane called. Scott popped his load all over my leg as soon as I said that. Truthfully, I want to fuck the shit out of Shane…and I will. But I’m hoping to spend the night with Jake tonight. I blew Brandon off because Jake is my man. He owns me in more ways than one. I’ll fuck Shane if Jake can’t spend tonight with me, but I think Jake is going to ask me to stay the night with him, and I will definitely say yes to him and his dick. Just saying.
I thought I had a date with a new guy…then I found out he lived in Tampa…which is too far away for me. My exact words were I’m not looking for “Hotel friends.” I’m after guys that can show up on the fly, want to feed me dick on the regular, and hit the local spots with me just for fun. I want that spark to be there…that feeling that things could always go further than just sex…because the makes the sex all that much better. Yes, I am a sex addict. A cum junkie. Whatever you want to call it. But who cares? Is it bad for me physically? No, it’s quite the opposite. Is it bad for me emotionally? Not even close. Is it bad for the people close to me? Not if the people close to me align with my sexual desires and needs. It’s awful for anyone who thinks I’m going to just suck their dick and nobody else’s. But I make that clear that I will be ingesting sperm from other men whenever the mood hits for a drink of cum. Whether they believe me or not…that’s on them. They will absolutely believe me when I cum home with jizz ropes in my hair…I can tell you that. Anyway, I wish it would have worked out with this new guy, Nate was his name. I am such a firm believer in only letting local people slip their dick in my guts that I even cut Rob off for the most part when he moved to Orlando…which is only about 80 miles away.
Jake joined my OFs. I don’t know when. I feel like he did so to check up on me. I’m fine with that. He asked me if my stories were true. I asked him if what he read about the two of us sounded true and he said they were mostly accurate. He said I never expressed strong feelings for him directly to him like I do here. He also expressed some disappointment about Brandon and Rob. He said he was fine with Scott. I told him he knows pretty much everything, and it’s up to him what he wants to do. He said he would get back to me. That was last night. I was kind of nonchalant about the whole thing and I turned my phone off. I woke up this morning to 7 missed calls and 9 texts. I was positive if I read the messages, he was going to say something stupid out of anger. Guys get angry when they find out their woman has been having top-notch orgasms on the end of another man's dick. But…they were all very nice messages and very encouraging. I haven’t gotten back to him yet, but because he was so understanding…now I want to suck his balls empty of any and all cum that may be in them. I can’t get the thought of sucking him dry out of my mind…it’s becumming a mini obsession. I need to call him and see if I can figure out how I can drink his cum using his dick as my straw. I’ll let you know.
I got my pussy blasted by Brandons cum last night after his dick unloaded inside of me. That was fun. In a way, it was a “blast” for the both of us…the blast being his cum in my pussy 😜
Brandon came by the house and picked me up…which Scott wasn’t too happy about. One, he doesn’t like the neighbors seeing his wife hopping on a Harley with another man, and 2, he isn’t a fan of bikes as far as safety goes. I know he was concerned…that’s why I love him…but I’m still going to get my pussy stuffed whenever I want, be it on a bike or in the car. Even better…I like the neighbors seeing me with my arms around another guy who is surely going to stuff my mouth with his cock in a short amount of time.
Off I went on Brandon’s bike, my arms around him, no panties, clit sticking out and rubbing on the seat. Harley’s do vibrate nicely…I can assure you of that! I rubbed myself against Brandon’s back…which probably wasn’t the safest thing to do, but when I get horny…my pussy takes over. When we got to the Biketoberfest party, he asked me if I was trying to make him wreck. I said I just wanted to make sure his cock stayed warm. He grabbed my hand and put it on his hard dick to prove that I did indeed warm his dick right into a raging hard-on. We chatted with some of his friends, nobody I knew. It was fun. Brandon, knowing I had no panties on, took every opportunity to slip his hand up my dress and finger my box and clit. Which made me want to rub his dick…which I did. It didn’t take Brandon long before his urge to put his dick in my guts was too strong to ignore. We hopped on his bike and went to a secluded parking lot further down the street. We made out, and I told him I needed to be fucked…as in right now. He bent me over his bike, licked my pussy to get it sloppy wet, and pushed his dick inside of me. Brandon's cock has this weird, super hard feeling to it when it gets to being fully hard. It’s got no give whatsoever but it feels good like that. The head of his dick pushed and prodded things inside of me in a different way. I had a small orgasm almost immediately, but I knew the big one was still in there. Brandon pumped me for a few minutes longer, and while he was pumping me, I was thinking about Jake’s cock breeding me earlier in the day, and now Brandon was pumping my pussy with his dick a few hours later. That sent me over the edge, and I got that big orgasm I was looking for. It's not Jake level, but still,…nothing to complain about! The best part was Brandon could feel my pussy squeezing his cock while I was cumming, and that sent him over the edge as well. When I felt that silky smooth feeling of his sperm coating my insides…it sent me over the edge as well, and I had a third orgasm. Small one, but an orgasm is an orgasm…I’ll take 3 cums in less than half and hour any day of the week. Just saying. Brandon was pretty proud of himself and said, “Damn, Girl…you must really like my dick.” What he didn’t know was that I was thinking of another man, so yes, I do like his dick, but I like thinking about Jake’s dick as well while wondering if some of his cum was helping to lube Brandon’s dick in my pussy. Brandon wanted to go back to the party but I got my cum on and like most people, once I get that big orgasm out of the way…I just want to hit the couch and vegetate for a while. So I said no, I needed to get home. He was a bit disappointed, but it also lets him know that he is nothing more than a dick to pump my pussy full of cum with. I don’t want to be super social with him…I just want him to breed me and make me cum. The whole “wham bam, thank you, ma'am” thing in reverse. Replace ma’am with “Sir,” and that’s how I feel about Brandon. Is that wrong? I don’t think so…we are both getting what we want. He did ask me to go out with him on Saturday to the main events of Biketoberfest, and I said it sounds fun, but I’ll text you and let you know for sure if I can. I probably will, but I have to see if anything better cums up!
1986…that’s when I bought this black dress. It wasn’t ripped when I bought it. That happened in the mid-2000s. I bought it with my first husband. I was supposed to wear it to a club called the “Thunderbird.” In Jacksonville, NC. My husband was a Marine and stationed there. I had talked my husband into letting me wear it to the club and let me find a guy and give him a handjob. I don’t know why I was so specific about jerking a guy off but that’s what I wanted to do. We got to the club, and he backed out. He couldn’t go through with it. He didn’t want me holding another man's cock in my hands. Did I end up having another man's cock in my hands eventually? Yes, but my husband knew nothing about it, and to this day, though I’m sure he suspected, he never knew whose dick I had in my hand. And in my mouth…and every other hole I had. Who was it? It was his best friend. I think they are still friends to this day. My poor husband probably hangs out with him, not knowing his friend's dick was pumping sperm into my body so many years ago. That makes me tingle thinking about it. Just the thought of letting my husband's best friend breed me not only in the house but in his bed that my husband would sleep in later that night still makes my pussy wet all these years later. I am a terrible wife…but I wouldn’t change a thing.
I fucked the cum right out of Jake’s balls this morning. At around 7 AM, I left for his house. He called, I came, then I came, and then he came, and so on. You get the point. He just called this morning to let me know he was thinking about me. I found that to be amazingly sweet and an instant turn-on. The call came just as Scott was giving me a back rub while we discussed the different things we planned for the house and how we would do them. Just hearing Jake’s voice made my clit grow, and I asked Jake if he could use a blowjob before he went to work. Him showing me how much he cares makes me want to suck his dick. He said he would rather have me ride his dick. I would have preferred to have his sperm for breakfast, but having his dick in my guts sounded pretty damm good as well. It doesn’t matter because either way gets his cum in my body. Scott had to listen to a one side conversation, but he heard enough to know I was stepping out the door very shortly to get my pussy pumped full of jizz. I told Scott I felt bad for Scott, stepping out on him just as we were doing ordinary husband and wife things, but Jake needed my attention. Scott needs to know that Jake is my man now, and he takes priority over him. I explained that he is more like my best friend than anything else. I can’t help it, Jake is the one I want to spend my time with. I know it sounds horrible, but Scott kissed me goodbye this morning with what looked like a painfully hard erection. It makes me feel good knowing that Scott wants me to stay home and not let another man use my pussy to dump his cum in. It means he cares! It makes me feel even better knowing that when I do go fuck the other man…his dick is still rock-hard for me. Anyway,15 minutes later…I’m sitting on top of Jake, reverse cowgirl, his cock bottomed in my pussy, his finger in my ass, and I’m cumming so loud it made Jake laugh. One minute after that, I spin around and face him, ride his cock, and feel his jizz pouring out in my insides. Then I laughed at him because you should have seen the face he made when he came…it was hardcore silly.
I fucked Scott and had a fantastic orgasm thinking about Shane, the mechanic. I can't seem to quit thinking about him. All I could picture was Shane's dick turning me into his personal cum slut. Then, my mind wandered to Jake and how things were between us. Jake's ultimate plan is to take me from Scott permanently...and in some ways, it's working. I can tell you it felt wrong having Scott's dick inside of me today...it seems like a betrayal to Jake to let Scott fuck me anymore, and I don't want to betray them in that way. The rest of his plan, the part about getting me to leave Scott, I'll let him believe it's working because of how I feel about Jake. One day, Jake will tire of me, or I'll tire of him. Until then, we can be the couple he desperately wants us to be. Only I'll be married to Scott, but he will have to get past that. The best part about Shane and Brandon is that both know I'm married, and they have no real interest in me other than emptying their testicles inside one hole or another. Which is precisely my interest in them...I want to be their cum dumpster and nothing more. I can't tell you why I caught feelings for Jake, but they don't leave my husband-type feelings, and as much as I would want them to be, they aren't the man of my dreams feelings. I think I found that with Scott. He is my perfect idea of a husband...even though he is in last place when it comes to who I will spend time with. So, for now, I'll just be playing my games and getting as much dick as possible. Doesn't sound like a bad plan to me!
It's Costume Week. Help me decide what costume I should wear for Halloween. Every day this week, I will model a different costume for you . On Sunday, I will post all of the costumes with pics and you all can vote for the hottest. 😜
This is #1 Nurse Costume Hope your having a Milftastic Monday! Catch you all later 💋
Brett put his dick inside me today in pretty much all three holes. This is a good recount/story…at least, I think it is. It was a great day for me, Brett, and Scott. Brett texted me this morning and asked me if he could work out at my house…his gym is still closed from the hurricane. Scott said no, so I obviously said yes. I know it’s stressing Scott to excessive levels that I now belong 100 percent to Jake, but it’s making it even harder for him when I lend my pussy to another guy just for the fun of it. The cuck angst I put on Scott is like a drug to me…the more I stress him, the more I need to do it. It keeps my pussy wet. So, I made Scott leave the house, which he did because he is now a permanently shrunken beta…and I made it clear that I would let him know when he was allowed back into the house…because, for now, his house belonged to Brett. I almost masturbated watching Scott pull out of the driveway, but I didn’t. I waited for Brett like a good girl.
Brett looked good. I hadn’t seen him for a while. Did we work out? Of course not. We fucked. We fucked hard and long. We spent half the afternoon with his dick inside of me. We started in the gym…with his dick in my mouth, then his balls were in my mouth, then the head of his dick was in my mouth again…rinse and repeat until he pumped a load of cum into my belly. It just felt right to suck the sperm out of his balls. 15 minutes later, his dick was pushing into my pussy, and the excitement of it all made me a female premature ejaculator. I came in like a minute. A long hard cum. Very satisfying. Brett worked me from behind, had me ride his dick, then finished breeding me missionary, pumping a perfectly thick and slimy load of jizz in my guts. I wasn’t able to see the load he fed me earlier, but just seeing his cum slowly oozing out of me gave me a thrill thinking about how I consumed his sperm…I know why it was still stuck in my throat because it was so thick and chunky. Funny what I think about when I’m having sex. Any little thing can be a turn-on…I never know what it will be.
We hung out for a bit. Brett can be awkward to talk to, but I did my best. Brett fucked the sex drive right out of me, so I wasn’t really being overly sexual with him. He asked if we could fuck one more time. I wasn’t super into it, but, he did such a nice job with my pussy earlier, I wanted to make his dick happy for him. He asked if he could do anal with me, to which I told him I had to be in the mood for it. I said if you suck my clit first, I could probably find the mood. He asked if I wanted to take a shower…as he just pumped a load of cum in my pussy. I said, no, tasting your own cum won’t kill you. He agreed and ended up tasting his cum. Almost all of it has already run out of me so it wasn’t that much. But he did a nice job, and after about 5 minutes, I told him to stretch my asshole out with his dick. He did a nice job. Took his time and worked his dick in my ass, letting my colon stretch to his size comfortably, and after a minute or two, he was balls deep in my ass. I told him to get pumping while I used a vibrator on my clit. In minutes he pumped my ass full of sperm, and I told him to leave his dick inside of me, and I had my second orgasm of the day with his softening dick in my asshole, plugging it up and keeping his jizz in my guts. When he pulled out, my ass decided to keep his jizz…which it often does. Brett hung around for a bit longer, unaware that he had served his purpose and it was time to leave, so I had to gently nudge him out the door.
I let Scott come home a half hour later. He was angry, so I made him eat my ass clean. He tried to cum off as super upset, but his dick was hard, and the king of cucks had a hands-free orgasm. His dick started leaking cum…then it started pumping cum. All over my damn bedspread, which I made him wash immediately after that. He tried to pretend to be angry about the whole thing, but when I mentioned his hands-free orgasm and started to laugh…so did he. Life is good….for both of us.
Got my guts pumped full of Jake jizz last night. Took a break from cleaning up to get my insides all messy after Jake emptied his balls inside of me…twice. I couldn’t resist it. Jake called and asked me to come over and I told him no, I needed to help Scott. Jake said he didn’t care what Scott needed; he needed me, and he brought up that I had told him he was the man in my life who took priority. He asked me who I wanted to be with more, him or Scott. I was in my car 5 minutes later on my way to Jakes. Guess that answers that. Scott protested, but he has known for some time and somewhat experienced already that someday he would be replaced as my alpha male. That day is here.
I got to Jake’s, and he wanted to talk about the storm, but I was in the mood for dick. So I sucked his cock while he tried to talk. Minutes later, his dick was doing beautiful things to my insides, moving things around as his dick slipped in and out of me. His dick is so wonderful; it just makes me feel so alive and so fulfilled…as a woman. It’s no wonder I can’t say no to Jake. When we first were fucking, we were just amazing fuck buddies. He fucked me so good I just wanted to spend time with his dick. Now, as cringy as it sounds…our feelings towards each other are kind of hitting that level as well. All because of his fucking incredible dick. I think I’m cock whipped. In fact…I know I am. It’s payback for all the times I pussy whipped guys because now I know how it feels. Anyway, my first orgasm with Jake was stupid…stupid good that is. I don’t even know how to describe it. He fucked me into an orgasm that made me so brain scrambled that if he asked me to marry him…I would have said yes. Funny how sex can cloud your mind and drive you to make some really bad decisions. Kind of like alcohol. Shortly after I came, he went into his first orgasm. The fucked up part was I was so brain-dead from my orgasm that I didn’t even feel his cum spraying my insides down. In fact, I only knew he came when he pulled out of me, and I felt his sperm running down the crack of my ass. I got kind of groggy, fingered it up, and ate it while Jake watched. Why? I don’t know. I just felt like eating his cum.
Our second fuck was more romantic and kind of wishy-washy, so I’ll spare you the details. What I will tell you about my second orgasm was terrific as well. Not on par with the first one but oh so good. The best part was I felt Jake’s cock pouring cum into my pussy, making a warm, wet, slippery mess that I find so delicious. Jake slipped his cum messy dick out of me, moved it to my mouth, and let me suck his dick clean and utterly empty of any post cum drip. Then, against Jake’s wishes, I got up, slapped on my shorts, kissed him goodbye, and drove my cummy pussy home. Jake tried to get me to stay, but I was no longer in a cum trance, and better judgment prevailed. Dick loses its power after the post-orgasm brain damage wears off. So, I left my boyfriend, went home to my husband, who had everything done and thought, man, I really have it made with these two.
I’m in the mood for sucking a dick. No dick to suck, but I just saw a video, and it looked so good I wish that dick were in my mouth. But it’s not…and it’s not going to be. Maybe tomorrow, though. I hope so. I need a good cum…not one I gave myself either, if you know what I mean!
If you want to be a cuck, great. Just know it’s one of those things most guys should fantasize about and leave at that because your version of being “cucked” and the women's version are vastly different. Just know, if you go through with it, there will cum a day when she finds someone that you will be replaced. That was the whole point in the first place. She will still be your wife, but he is the one she wants. You will be demoted and reduced to the fact that you are now the outsider, and they are the couple. Which, for some guys, is pure joy…but most of you would fall apart at the seams the second you realize she wants him more than she wants you. Don’t crap your pants, though…she still loves you, just not the same way anymore, but isn’t that what your dick wanted in the first place?
Things went well during the hurricane. I stayed home. Winds were about 80 to 100 mph for 4 or 5 hours, then it died down into the 50 to 60 mph range for the first half of yesterday here on the beach, but the rain wasn’t near as much as they forecasted. We got about half of what they said. Still, a reasonably easy storm to get through as far as hurricanes go. It's not even close to being in the top 3 bad storms I have ridden out. Again, lots of wind, some water, and a whole lot of shit flying around outside but all of that is pretty normal. My porch lifted off the foundation and rearranged itself. It’s fixable and still basically in one piece. Here are a few pics of what it still looks like around my house two days later. The orange/pink home is not mine; it's my neighbor behind me...but they got about 3 feet of water inside their house, so they really got the brunt of it. Water is the worst...wind is not so bad. Just remember what you see will all be cleared up and like it never happened in less than a week, so, in the big picture, just another day that life throws at us. You either figure it out and get it done…or you don’t…I like to get it done.
Jake wants me to stay with him tonight. He says because of the hurricane, and he lives inland. I live on beachside Daytona Beach, which is an island. I’m a tenth of a mile from the ocean. He’s ten miles from the ocean. I haven’t decided if I will. I’d rather he cum over here. If I go, it will be because I want to spend the night with Jake, not because of the hurricane. Jake has become the number one man in my life. He has demoted Scott to the sidelines. I like that Jake has made sure that Scott sits on the bench. I like knowing that Scott is my backup…there when I need him. I like to think of Scott as “demoted.” Just thinking about “demoting” Scott turns me on, fires me up, motivates me to keep pushing forward with Jake. Having Jake cum over to our house would be a total and complete demotion…almost as if it’s permanent. Some of you will think I’m awful for wanting to do that to Scott. What you don’t get is that by being demoted by Jake…even though he is number 2 technically, his ability to handle every kink I throw at him both physically and mentally makes Scott permanently number one. I know, hard to follow but that’s how it works. Scott’s ability to be “demoted” by another man and still stand by me is actually a promotion. Again…hard to follow but don’t worry about it. I can’t follow it half the time myself…my pussy is the one driving this ride. And right now, my pussy is saying she needs to spend time with Jake’s cock inside of her. She needs Jake’s dick to make her quiver and cum so hard she spills her own girl jizz. The thought of being so turned on by a man other than my husband is intoxicating. I crave that sexual excitement. I need that sexual excitement. Look, this is my kink that is driving this boat, so I can admit the thought of making Jake my number one, thereby showing Scott his inferiority to Jake, is making my pussy soaking wet. I’ll quit here. I’m working myself up way more than I should. The thing is, I really don’t feel like going over to Jake’s tonight because I have things here at home that need tending to. Things that aren’t part of my sexual desires and kinks. Things that only my husband and I can do together. The truth is I don’t like Jake over here all that much…it’s not the same as when I go to his place. I don’t feel like we can really be a couple when he’s at my home. My house is where I get to hold my relationship with Jake over Scott, and honestly…that’s the best part of the entire thing. Coming home after a long weekend with Jake and absolutely driving Scott insane with the details…watching his stress and anxiety levels reach epic levels as I tell him how I now belong to Jake as a woman and how he has been demoted to my pussy free life partner.
Here's Daytona Beach before the hurricane. It's starting to get windy. We'll see how tonight goes. We're supposed to get the burnt of the storm starting at 4am tomorrow morning through 2pm.
Good morning. Starting to get the rain from Milton🌧️🌀 and I have my floatation devices on 😜 No wind yet, so I don't have to worry about deflating my balloons yet. Not supposed to hit us until tomorrow morning and afternoon. Hope you enjoy your day . Catch you all later 💋
Rob stopped by late yesterday, and we fucked. We fucked for 2 hours straight. I miss that so much. Rob is the only guy I have ever known that doesn’t complain or go soft after 30 or 40 minutes of stuffing his dick in my holes. His dick stays rock hard, and he never lets up. Why do I like to fuck that long? I get caught up thinking about things. I run sexual fantasies through my mind, and I don’t want it to end. It keeps me swampy, wet, and sexually motivated the entire time. Sometimes I go so long it physically numbs me, so it’s harder for me to cum. But the orgasm I get when I do cum lasts so long and is so intense it’s worth every second of it. Could I have cum in the first 5 or 10 minutes? Absolutely, but I don’t want to, so I hold off. Is that selfish? Without a doubt, but I can’t help myself. I want to feel a hard dick moving around inside me while I run an utterly perverted mind-blowing scenario through my head. What do I think about? Yesterday, I was stuck on Shane, my mechanic. I had this mental movie of him taking me out with his friends, going 4 wheeling, hanging out, and letting him bend me over and fuck my asshole until he pumped a load of sperm into my guts. The truth is, while Rob’s cock was stretching my hole out, I was not only running that scenario through my head but cumming up with a plan to make that happen in reality. What is it about Shane that I want to be his anal fuck toy? I think it’s that all Shane’s friends, including his boss, know Scott. I want Scott to have to face them after Shane takes my ass and my pussy…and my mouth, for that matter, and uses them to pleasure his dick. I want both Shane and Scott to know there is a possibitly that Shane could take me away from him. There really isn’t, but they don’t need to know that. Let me reword that. I won’t be dumping Scott for Shane. However, it’s likely that my pussy will be divorcing Scott for Shane, and Shane will have full custody of all of my holes. If he can even fuck me half as good as I imagine him able to…then I would gladly give my body to Shane.
All of this was running through my head while Rob was fucking me for 2 hours. Do I talk about it while he’s fucking me? Not much. I might say something here or there but I don’t want to kill the mood for him either. Plus, it’s awkward for guys to hear that I’m thinking of another man while his cock is rearranging my guts. Rob knows, though. I have told him. He doesn’t care. I’m just a cum dumpster for his dick to unload in for him. Likewise, to me, he’s just a guy who has a massive cock that I thoroughly enjoy having inside of me.
Why don’t I think about Jake all that much when someone like Rob is fucking me? I guess because I am somewhat emotionally attached to Jake. So much so that, like Scott, I am feeling the urge to cheat on him. My time with Rob yesterday was incredible. Not only because Rob can fuck as long as I want him to but because I am cheating on Jake with Rob. I am a seriously flawed individual…and I’m very okay with that!
This is a long video for a handjob video. Some of you won't like it. I'm talking the entire time, and I'm not saying the nicest of things. I made this video for me if I'm being honest. It's a reality sex video...a kind of glimpse into my sexual life that only the people close to me experience. Not many guys would put up with this, nor would they be able to handle it. But I am who I am, and I like what I like. Feel free to let me know what you think, good or bad.
I do love when a man can overfill my guts with his cum...it makes me fill so alive and properly used. I do love that feeling when I becum the breeding hole for a man's dick. Even better, after I stand up...all the remaining cum pours out and runs down my leg. I wish I were wearing a skirt in public. I'd proudly show off my just-been-pumped full and still dripping fashion statement.
Rob came back to Daytona today and came all up in my guts, pumping me full of his breeding juice. This man has supercharged jizz in his nuts...talk about a lesson in how to properly breed a MILF...Rob is the master. I'll masturbate to this video a hundred times myself...hopefully you will, too.
