Dick videos and pics? Yes, I’m into them. Videos hit harder, though—especially when they end with a cum shot, that’s the real deal. Why do I like them? It’s pretty much an obvious and straightforward answer. My vagina’s wired for dicks, the same way you’re drawn to tits, ass, and pussies. I get a kick in seeing a cock up close—thick, hard, veins popping, or even a smaller one unloading a messy flood of cum. I have no idea why someone would think I wouldn’t…again, I have a pussy, and I have a sex drive. Dicks kind of call my name. Big fat giant dicks are aesthetically my preference—visually, they make my pussy wet just staring at them—but I’m not picky. A big load of cum flying out of the head of any size dick does the trick for me. Dick videos and pics don’t make me rub one out, but they do flip a switch and get me going. Sometimes I’ll ask where the guy’s from, crossing my fingers he’s close enough to fuck for real, but my luck’s trash. They’re always miles away. I don’t understand the hate for dick vids—any chick posting sexy stuff who bitches about them is fake and obviously isn’t into sex the way they try and sell it. She’s probably a dude managing the account anyway. It seems that real women who actually use their vaginas are hard to find on these types of accounts. So yes, I would love to see your dick in action, and please, don’t ask me if you can send it, just send it. I promise I’ll check it out!
I heard from Shane yesterday. He was the first one to text me back. It's been a few weeks since I have hung out with him, so I was ready to see him. I know it's mostly because I'm 58, he's 30, and that 28-year age gap makes my pussy throb like crazy. I get off knowing I was getting my holes stuffed with cum in my twenties while Shane hadn't even left his father's testicles yet. Is that creepy? Sure, but it makes my pussy twinge thinking about it. We look so good together—me, this older woman with a body that still turns heads, and him, this hot younger guy. People stare and know I'm with him for one thing, and that's his thick cock stretching my holes. I love being with Shane and his friends, who all know my husband, and he knows them. It's not just the rush of making Scott look like a pathetic cuck—it gets me dripping wet knowing the whole group is in on it, that knowing smile they give me because they know Shane's going to pump his sperm into my married body, whether it's my pussy, ass, or mouth.
Did I empty Shane's testicles? Yes, twice last night and once this morning. The sex was so good, and Shane made me cum three times, each one leaving me satisfied. First, he took me on his couch, missionary, my legs thrown over his shoulders while he stood, his hard cock slamming into my soaked pussy. I could feel every inch of him stretching my cunt. I liked feeling my juices dripping down my ass as he pounded me. He lasted about five minutes before he groaned and shot his load, his hot cum flooding my pussy, coating my walls with thick, sticky jizz. Feeling his sperm deep inside me made my clit harden and pulse, and I kept grinding on his dick, making his cum into a frothy white mess until I came so hard I saw stars. His cock was barely hard enough to stay in me as my pussy tried to eat his dick, my whole body trembling, cum and juices leaking out, leaving me dazed and loving every second of it.
We went out to eat after, and he was talking about his work like a typical 30-year-old while I sat there, a 58-year-old woman old enough to be his mom, just nodding. I pretended to be interested, but all I could think about was how hot it was that I could still make a guy his age want to empty his balls in me. Scott texted me while we were out, and that made my pussy fire up again, thinking about how Shane makes me feel like Scott doesn't even exist. I ignored Scott, and we went back to Shane's apartment. We relaxed at his place until he started his little game that let me know he wanted to pump my holes. He began rubbing my thigh, giving me that look—and I was so ready to get taken again. I told him to eat me out first, and he went for it, his tongue licking my asshole, swirling around the rim, then diving into my pussy, sucking my clit until I was moaning like a slut. I was so wet his chin was shiny from my pussy juice, but I wanted more. I told him to take my ass, and when he slid his cock into my tight hole, I felt that deep, burning stretch—so different from my pussy, so intense. I love the way my ass grips his cock like a vice. That rough slide a dick in my asshole creates never fails to make my body shake. It's an odd sensation. It feels like my clit is being rubbed even though he wasn't touching it. Mentally, it's such a rush—I love knowing I can make a man half my age lose his mind by letting him breed my asshole, his cock claiming me in a way Scott never could. Even if he could, I wouldn't allow it. Thinking about that, I came in minutes, my ass clenching around him. My orgasm ran through me so hard I started yelling and loud at that. He kept pumping me balls deep and then groaned and shot his second load deep in my colon, his hot cum painting my insides. I almost came again just from the thought of this 30-year-old stud unloading his sperm in my ass, that dirty, unique feeling of his jizz coating my walls, marking me as his.
I stayed the night, and I was still hungry for him this morning. I asked if I could suck his cock before I left because I love making Shane happy. Getting on my knees for him, his hard dick in my mouth, makes me feel needed in a very special way, like I'm his dirty little MILF property. I sucked him deep, using my mouth like a pussy, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting his precum. When he came, he fed me his thick, salty sperm. I kept my mouth on him, sucking until his dick stopped spasming and the last stringy thread of jizz was sucked from the head of his dick. I didn't show him his cum—people always ask if I do that, but that's not my style. Shane knew I swallowed it all, my belly full of his load, and I proved it when I kissed him after I finished drinking him. He would have been in for a surprise if I hadn't eaten it.
Now I'm home, and Scott's in a mood, saying I need to spend more time with him and be a "normal" wife. I don't have time for his nonsense. My pussy certainly has no interest in hearing that nonsense whatsoever. Especially since I'm still buzzing from Shane, my ass and pussy still enjoying the coating from his cum. It makes me want more. And there will be more because I've got to get ready for Jake tonight. Shane might make me forget Scott even exists, but Jake will take me to another level.
Public service announcement. Just send your videos of your dick, no need to ask. Preferably blowing your load. I said videos because I prefer videos over pics, but I'll take what I can get. I am not offended by the sight of your dick...I like seeing them. What chick wouldn't? If you can suck your own dick...I might marry you.
It's been hours. My box is starting to get out of control. I need to feed it. I got myself all worked up this morning over something as silly as seeing a hot guy in a car, and it left me kind of sexually frustrated. So what do I do? I flip a 180 on my husband. I was all nice and lovey this morning when I had him film my sopping wet pussy this morning. But, when Scott walks in the door a few hours later, I unload my frustrations, all of it, on him before he can close it. What can I say…I needed to cum. I tell him how I saw a man that stirred something inside me—how hot this guy was, how I'm always thinking about hunting down men like that. I got a special jolt of excitement when I said, "It's like I'm out there looking for someone who'd erase you without a second thought—a man who'd make you nothing." The look on Scott's face confirms that he knows it's not just talk. He knows all too well that I'd suck another man's cock, and swallow every drop, just to feed on his sperm because, for me, it's like drinking his power. Taking it from him and making it a part of me. It feels like every time I swallow another man's load, it makes Scott just a little smaller. I do love sucking a man's cock, but It's not even about the act itself. It's how it guts Scott, how he knows I will do it, and that I will love every second of watching him shrink. That's what makes me wet—his helpless little nod, like he's already accepted it. I'm buzzing just thinking about the next guy I'll spot, the next chance to make Scott feel it all over again. And then I see his erection. And it bugs me. I want him to feel how small he is, not get off on it. But at the same time, I love it—his dick betraying him, stiffening at the thought of some guy taking me away. It's like even his body knows he's losing, and that twisted little thrill, that mix of cruelty and power, just frustrates me sexually even more. So, I went in the bedroom, grabbed my vibrator, walked past Scott, out the door, and stroked my clit off in my Jeep thinking how good that guy's dick in the Telsa stretching my insides out would feel. Took about a minute. I feel better, but I need a dick. I will find one tonight, one way or another.
Here's a little video for you as I'm waiting and hoping to hear back from one of my boy toys soon. I have to occupy my mind and my soaking wet pussy before I go out of my mind 😜 I will keep you posted as to gets back to me first, hope it's not too much longer...damn I need dick like NOW! 💦
Why is my pussy so wet and my clit so big? So, I'm out driving this morning, and I spot this guy in a Tesla—30-40, stupid hot, the kind of man who looks like he could snap his fingers and my legs would spring open, making my pussy available for breeding. I'm all in with this guy just like that, so I try to catch up to him. I wanted to pull alongside, ask about the car, and maybe drop hints that I'm shopping for more than a Tesla. Traffic screwed me over, though—he slipped away before I could make my move. Still, it set me off. More accurately, it set my pussy off. So here I sit…kind of in a bad mood. I don't know about you, but when I get fired up, turned on, whatever you want to call it, and I don't get a dick in one hole or another, it puts me in a bad/frustrated mood. Sometimes fingers and vibrators won't do, and dildo's never work. So, I have texted Jake, Shane, Brandon, and Rob, and I heard from Tony last night and added him to the list. I haven't heard back from anyone, but whoever offers me a cock first will be the one to get his testicles emptied inside of me. Hope it’s quick because I need to be topped off and soon.
Last night was something else, and it’s been looping in my head all day. I called Scott “little man” right to his face and loved every second of it. I had Jake’s sperm inside me when I said it, still dripping out of me while I stood there staring at my husband. It’s this odd, wild feeling—telling him something so brutal, so humiliating, with another man’s seed running down my legs. Is it hard to say that to your husband? Yes, it is. It put a knot in my stomach to work myself up to get it out, this weird mix of nerves and second-guessing. But I can’t help it—it’s this fucked-up but amazingly perfect sexual thrill that takes over, and once I start, it’s so exciting I can’t control myself.
I’d been thinking about it the whole ride home from Jake’s. I love how we look together—Jake’s so good-looking. His body’s unreal, all hard lines and muscle. He’s 18 years younger, and Scott just can’t compete. And it sure doesn’t hurt that he’s got this long, fat dick that has me begging him to shove it in me every time I see him. I wanted to tell Scott things. Things that would let me watch him shrink before my eyes. But it’s not easy to do. But realizing I was still sitting in a puddle of Jakes sperm, leaking out of me, soaking my thighs as I pulled up to the house…that’s what pushed me over the edge. Still feeling his cum drooling down my legs as I walked in the door, I just looked at Scott and said, “Sit down, little man.” And he did, like a good boy. I didn’t pause—I went right for it: “I’m in love with Jake. You already know that, though. He’s been cumming in me for months now. He’s cum inside more in a month than you have in our entire marriage. He has taken me, claimed me, and he’s what I need.” My whole body lit up the second I saw that look on Scott’s face—half shock, half defeat. My pussy was drooling so hard it was flushing Jake’s cum right out of me. The thought of having another man’s jizz in my guts while I told my husband I’d found someone better—it’s so explosively sexual I almost wanted to fuck Scott right there, just to twist the knife and get myself off doing it. But that would have been cheating on Jake, and I’m not about to do that to him. Yes, I know it’s fucked up, especially for my husband, but that thrill? It’s sexual heroin, and it’s got me hooked.
So, I rubbed one out. I told Scott to leave the room and got busy with myself. All it took was thinking about what I’d just said to him, replaying it in my head, and realizing it was all true. Is it only accurate because I want it to be true…sure, but as far as my pussy is concerned…it’s a fact. I always knew there was this risk that I might catch feelings, and I did. It doesn’t help that Jake gets me—we click like puzzle pieces snapping together. And it doesn’t help that Jake turns my pussy into a cum factory every damn time he’s inside me, leaving me soaked and a blabbering cum-tard. I just laid there, fingers working, thinking about how I left Scott after I pushed out of my room, and I came so hard it was like my whole body was short-circuited. That’s the kind of power this life I have chosen has over me—it’s real, it’s messy, and I can’t get enough.
So, Jake called me this morning and told me to meet him for lunch. He was all about me wearing that yellow Milfy dress he got me last year—he’s obsessed with showing me off in it. Gets him rock hard every time, knowing I don’t bother with a bra or panties. And honestly, I love how easy it makes things. I pulled into the restaurant parking lot, and there he was, waiting by his car. He came over, opened my door, and helped me out—then laid a kiss on me that was way more than just a peck. I’m not kidding. My pussy was dripping down my thigh just from that makeout session. He’s got me that wound up.
We went inside and got a table on the patio. As we’re walking, Jake is holding my hand like we’re some lovey-dovey couple, which I admit, we are. I also realize it makes me wet just saying that. We sat down, him right next to me, and he didn’t waste a second—his hand was on my leg, rubbing away while the waitress took our order. Once she was gone, I slid my hand over to his pants and started rubbing his cock. Yep, hard as hell, just like always. He upped the game, slipping his hand up my dress and working my clit. By the time lunch was done, I was so fucking wet that I’m pretty sure I left a spot on the chair. Oh well, shit happens.
After we hopped in his car, drove a little way down the street, and he pulled into some random parking lot way in the back. I yanked his cock out, and it was already throbbing, thick and hot in my hand—veiny, with that perfect curve he’s got going. I didn’t hesitate, just lined it up and sank down on it, feeling every inch stretch me open. It’s this insane mix of pressure and heat like he’s splitting me apart in the best way possible. The head of his cock pushes in first, all blunt and demanding, and then the rest of him slides in, filling me up so deep it’s like he’s rearranging my guts.
When I started riding him, it was intense—his cock hitting spots inside me that made my whole body shake. Every thrust up into me felt like an intense punch, the head of his dick bottoming out in my guts. I love the way I can feel the rim of his cock head dragging along my insides. It feels so slick and fat and opens me up just right. Then there is this way he twitched when I squeezed around him that makes me want him up inside me forever! It was like his dick was making itself at home inside of me, stirring me up. My pussy was so wet it was almost sloppy, but that just made it better. It made his dick a mess, but it kept him grinding right where I needed it. I think Jake was as horny as I was, so it didn’t take long—maybe five minutes tops. I felt his cock swell up even more like it was about to burst, and then this hot rush flooded me. I love that feeling when his cum empties into my guts. In my mind, he’s claiming every inch of me. Each pump hit deep, coating my insides and turning my brain off because it set off my orgasm. It’s this wild, raw feeling, having him so far up in me like he’s carved out a space that’s just his. Five minutes of that, and I was wrecked—head spinning, body buzzing, totally fucked out.
I wanted to go back to his place afterward because he fucked me so good it feels like he owns me now…and he does. But he had to get back to work so that killed that. So he drove me back to my Jeep, kissed me goodbye, and said he’d call later for me to come over tonight for round two. Fucks like that with Jake hit differently. I can’t explain it. I don’t think I can live without them either! Can’t wait to see what he’s got in store later, especially after feeling his cock dominate my insides like that.
I have a lunch date with Jake today and he requested this dress. He loves to show my MILF body off in these milfy dresses, knowing that I have nothing on underneath. It's such a dick hardner for him and a pussy wetter for me 😜 Anyway I will post all about it later today 😉 Enjoy your day 💋
Jake does a nice job of pumping cum in my guts, don't you think?
How the cum dump happened. I pulled up to Jake's, and he was on the porch, looking like he thought I'd be mad about Friday. I assured him I wasn't angry. My pussy was a bit upset, but I was good. He eased up, but I felt a quick flash of guilt—Rob's huge cock was dumping sperm in my cunt the other night, and now I'm here with Jake, hoping he will do the same. My pussy has no shame, though—it was already wet, itching for him, even if Rob might've left it loose. His fat cock will do that.
Being near Jake gets me all warm and fuzzy…and wet. And I'm so into him that it messes with my head, and I feel awkward admitting it. We started kissing, his tongue touched mine, and my pussy melted, soaking my thighs with girl juice. He's fit as hell—tight muscles, hard everywhere—and I had to see him naked. We didn't make it past the living room—I pulled his pants down, sucked his thick cock deep, spit dripping off me. Then I climbed on, fed my pussy his dick, and rode him hard, my cunt gripping him tight. His dick slid in—hot, stiff, perfect—better than Rob's ever will. I am not blind as to why. I just hate the way it sounds.
I don't even wanna say "love"—it feels off—tacky even, but when he groaned and shot his load, pumping jizz into my cunt, I lost it. My pussy clenched, shaking through the wildest orgasm ever, and I yelled, "I love you!" That makes me cringe now because it just blurted out. I guess I have to realize that I didn't mean to fall this hard for Jake, but it's done. The sex is cum drenching insane and but now that is not all that I'm here for. But there is one stronger appeal to all of this. Humiliating Scott. That gets my pussy slicker than any man's sperm ever could.
After Jake's jizz flooded my cunt, we flopped down, sweaty, talking like a couple—future stuff, his cum still leaking from my pussy. I'm so wrapped up in him now that I forget Scott's home, agonizing over where I am and what I'm doing. Unfortunately for Scott, Jake and I weren't done. We ate dinner, watched TV all cozy as if Jake and I were the married ones, and then Jake took me to the bedroom. He slipped his perfect cock into my cum-soaked pussy, kissing me deep while we moved together. We didn't just fuck—we made love, slow and intimate like the perfect couple we are. I love saying we're a couple—it makes my pussy tingle just thinking about it now. Funny how that turns me on so much. Tomorrow, I'm laying it out for Scott—how I feel about Jake. My pussy is pulsing thinking about it—the look on his face when I tell him Jake has made me his. What else will I tell Scott? You get to be in Scott's shoes for a while. I'll let you know when I'm done. It was a fantastic evening telling Jake how I felt about him. And I do love Jake—and yes, I love my husband, too—in a different way. The good news for Scott is the sex and screwing with my husband's head… that's what keeps me going.
My phone dinged. It was Jake. “Off at 7. Come over? Feel bad about Friday. Wanna make it up to you.”
That made me smile and gave me this warm, fuzzy feeling hitting me hard just thinking about seeing him tonight. His texts give me that feeling deep in my gut, and I like that. He makes me think about things I shouldn’t, like when he touches me….it’s like fire—every time his hands brush my skin. He turns me into a sloppy mess when he does. I’m so into him it’s stupid, and I know he’s just as hooked on me. Friday sucked when he bailed, but I get it—shit happens. He wouldn’t leave me hanging unless it was real. So, no, I’m not mad.
His place sounds perfect. Just the two of us. I’m dying to get him naked. I want to feel his cock so badly—it feels so damn good sliding into me, thick and hard, stretching me just right. That slow push-in, the way it fills me up, then him sliding out and thrusting back in—touching things deep inside me that make me quiver. I texted back, “I’m there. Can’t wait.” Now I’m just counting down the minutes, already half out of my mind thinking about him inside me. And the best part? Scott thinks I’m having dinner with him tonight, but he’s in for a surprise. I will be having dinner with Jake…, and Jake’s dick will be my appetizer. I’m not going to tell my husband where I am. I want him to sit at home, stressed to the max, wondering who I’m with. He should know by now that Jake owns me now. But still, that sneaky, sexy thrill just makes it all hotter.
So Rob’s back from Orlando, and last night, I had to get over to his place pronto. He’s been away too long, and I was there the second I knew he was around. Rob knows I’m married to Scott, but he also knows I’d rather get it on with him—and he’s all about it. It fires him up that I’m this married woman who’s way more into him than my husband. He loves tearing Scott down in front of me—calling him a complete nobody while I crack up and agree. That humiliation stuff? I’m all over it.
Rob’s got this enormous cock, and he knows I’m wild about it. It’s so much bigger and better than Scott’s—thick, long, veiny like it’s designed to blow my mind. It hits spots in my pussy Scott couldn’t even imagine. Every time Rob goes at me, I’m squirting like mad—it’s automatic with that dick. My feelings for Rob are pure lust, just this raw, dirty need to have him inside me. Scott, though? He doesn’t even register—zero desire, zero anything. He’s just there.
The minute he opened the door last night, it was game on. We were all over each other, lips smashing, tongues everywhere. His fingers were up my skirt in seconds, plunging into my soaked pussy while I grabbed his cock through his pants, stroking that beast till it was rock hard. I couldn’t wait—I dropped to my knees right there, yanked his jeans down, and wrapped my lips around that massive dick. I sucked him sloppy, drooling all over it, gagging as I tried to take it all, savoring how it stretched my mouth.
He dragged me to the sofa, threw me back, and spread my legs wide like he owned me. Then he dove in, face-first, munching on my wet, sloppy pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue was everywhere—flicking my clit, lapping up my juices—and I went off like a damn rocket, screaming his name. Before I could even catch my breath, he flipped me over, bent me across the armrest, and slid that gigantic cock into my guts. Fuck, it felt so good—thick and heavy, stretching me open, hitting so deep I saw stars. I almost came right then, but I held off, letting him pound me harder, his hips slamming into my ass.
I could feel his dick twitching, getting ready to blow, and when he finally unloaded—spraying my insides with that huge, hot load—I lost it. I came so hard my whole body shook, pussy clenching around him, squirting all over his sofa. It was like an out-of-body experience—it took me a solid few minutes to come down and remember where I was. We just sat there, panting, grinning, knowing he’s back in my life and gonna be fucking me silly on the regular now.
But then there’s Jake. After I came down from my cum high, I felt a twinge of guilt, like I was betraying him too, not just Scott. I don’t care about Scott—he’s nothing to me, which is precisely how I like it. With Rob, it’s just sex, no strings. I get a wild sexual rush by letting Jake have my heart as well as my body, and I hate that I might be messing with that. Still, my pussy’s got no regrets—she’s calling the shots, and she’s hooked on Rob’s dick. I’ll figure out the Jake thing later—right now, Rob’s keeping her happy, and that’s winning.
Alright, so Jake bailed on me last night—it was an actual emergency, so I won’t shit on him for it—but fuck, it left me so desperate for dick that my clit is practically vibrating. Just look at how big it is! I need a thick, pulsing cock inside me so bad, and that means I’m now obsessed with how it’s going to feel. Toys? Not now, they would be pure garbage—they don’t even compare. My husband? Please, I don’t let his dick anywhere near me. I only fuck other guys, and I love making him eat the humiliation while I get what I want.
I’m soaked just imagining it—that first hot, heavy slide of a man’s dick pushing into me, stretching my pussy wide open. I want it big, so big it almost hurts, that delicious ache as it forces its way in, filling every inch of me till I can feel it throbbing against my walls. My cunt’s clenching already, dying for that slow, deep grind, the kind where I can feel every ridge, every vein dragging inside me, lighting me up like a damn firework. I need that slick, wet friction, that sloppy rhythm as he starts pounding, his cock slamming so deep it’s like he’s hitting my soul.
I’m picturing how it’ll swell even more when he’s close, stretching me tighter, pulsing hard as he rams it in, my pussy gripping it like a vice. I want that raw, primal feeling—like he’s splitting me open, owning me, every thrust making me drip and quake till I’m a moaning mess. My husband can sit at home, useless, while I get fucked properly, then, when I get home, I’ll shove it in his face how another man's dick felt a million times better than he could ever dream of.
Getting that dick in my guts is the hard part. Where do you find these guys? I wish there were a quick and easy place to find a stud who can give me what I crave. A dick-on-display app is what the world needs. I’d use it right now because I need that cock sliding in, hot and hard, wrecking me till I can’t think straight. Till they make that app…I am going to have to figure out where I can hunt it down—my pussy’s aching for that feeling, and it’s not going to stop until it gets what it wants!
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.
