I walked through the door this morning, still thinking about..

I walked through the door this morning, still thinking about last night and this morning. My clit, as used and worn out as it was still ready to go a few more rounds with Shane's dick. Scott was there, putting his belt on, getting ready to leave for work, but I could see it in his eyes...he was desperate to know about my night with Shane. His face was a mix. He looked defeated, but there was also that hunger in his eyes. Like he was dying to ask but terrified of the answers. I love that look. It's like he's starving for scraps of what I've been up to, and I get to decide how much I feed him. And today...it wasn't much. Almost nothing.

I grabbed his shoulders, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, "Tell your boss I had a blast yesterday, and tell him I'm counting down the hours till I can do it again." Scott's eyes widened, his fingers fumbling with his keys. He opened his mouth, probably to beg for details, but I just shook my head, signaling no, not today.

I didn't tell him how Shane's fingers were inside me on that boat, right in front of everyone, like I was his to play with, and they all knew it. I didn't tell him how I was this close to dropping to my knees and worshipping Shane's cock right there, letting everyone see how badly I needed to be his cum slut. I didn't mention how Shane's dick stretched my ass so wide I could still feel that amazing friction from his dick slipping inside of me. I never mentioned how he pumped so much cum into me that I came so hard I was shaking, drooling, my brain short-circuiting like I was nothing but a fucked-out sex doll. I didn't tell him how I sucked Shane's cock this morning until he let me drink his sperm straight from the head of his dick, and when I was done, I kissed the jizz dripping tip and told him I loved him. I wanted to share that part so badly with my husband, but that would be doing Scott a favor. He lives for details. He lives to be bested by men like Shane. He needs me to let men like Shane take me from him. At least his dick does. Every time I let Shane's cock breed me with sperm, I'm making Scott's dick happy. By making him wait, making him imagine what I was doing with Shane, I'm not just making my husband pop a shame boner, I'm making his life perfect by keeping him on the outside, desperate, humiliated, and always aching for more. It makes our marriage perfect for both of us. So much so that I'm already pulling out my phone and texting Shane to see when he wants to get together again...my clit is puffy thinking about it.