Last night with Shane was everything. I'm still buzzing, my ..

Last night with Shane was everything. I'm still buzzing, my pussy soaked just thinking about it. He's been nudging me to move in with him part-time, and we talked it out again over dinner. I'm doing it, next week, I'm bringing some of my stuff to his place. It's a huge deal. For me, for Scott, my husband, who's sitting at home alone while I'm out with Shane, my number one man now. Shane's got my heart, my pussy, and soon, where I live. He's in control, and that thought alone makes my clit throb so hard it feels like it's got its own pulse. Scott's just… left behind, dominated by Shane, and I know he's at home with that pathetic shame boner, dripping, jerking off because he can't handle how much he loves that I'm with Shane more than him now. My pussy's in a constant state of wetness, picturing Scott like that while I'm living with Shane, even if it's just part-time for now. It's such a turn-on, knowing I'm choosing Shane over him.

We went to this restaurant Scott and I used to go to all the time. Everyone there knows me, knows I'm married to Scott. So heads turned when I walked in holding Shane's hand, looking like we were the real couple now. The staff stared, whispering to each other, probably shocked I was with another man. It was so hot, knowing they were watching, knowing they knew. I wanted to make it clear, so I made sure Shane and I sat close, kissing him every chance I got when I knew their eyes were on us. My pussy was dripping so much I had to grab a napkin to soak up the wet spot I left on the chair. Shane made it worse, sliding his hand under my skirt now and then, his fingers just brushing my huge, hard clit, teasing me. I could barely eat, I was so turned on.

As soon as we got to his Jeep, I couldn't wait. I yanked his cock out of his pants and got my mouth on it, sucking hard on the head while my hand went under my skirt, rubbing my clit like crazy. It didn't take long, maybe a couple of minutes, and his cock was pulsing, shooting sperm straight from his balls down my throat. I was still swallowing when my fingers pushed me over the edge, and I came so hard I soaked his seat. Thank God it's leather, it wiped right up.

After, we went to the outlets, and it was perfect. Shane kept his arm around my waist the whole time, holding me like I was his like he owned me completely. I loved it. We walked around, looking like the perfect couple, and I couldn't stop thinking about Scott at home, alone, knowing Shane's taken his place. Taken his wife, taken his life, and Scott's probably getting off on it, that sick mix of shame and want. Shane and I are the real deal now, and it feels right. My pussy's still wet thinking about it, about how I'm his and how everyone can see it.