Yesterday was one of those days that will be on my mind fore..

Yesterday was one of those days that will be on my mind forever. My clit definitely won't forget it. I spent it with Shane at the beach, and I have to say it was beyond hot, and not temperature-wise. My husband, Scott, wanted to spend the day with me, but when Shane called, it was like my body decided before my brain could catch up. Saying no to Shane isn't in my DNA, not like it is with Scott, who I can brush off without a second thought. The thrill of choosing Shane, knowing my husbands at home while I'm out pursuing a relationship with a man half my age, not to mention who is now my husband's boss, is a rush I can't get enough of.

I showed up at the beach in a bikini that didn't cover much. My tits were spilling out, barely contained, and the bottom was so skimpy my clit and lips kept slipping free, easy to see for everyone around who looked...and they did look. Shane smiled when he saw me. He definitely approved. I'm sure I saw a bulge growing in his shorts. We met up with his friends, who weren't shy about staring at me either. The looks were intense...but I liked it, and Shane was into it as much as I was. He certainly seemed to enjoy showing me off like I was his cum dump trophy. It was quite the thrill knowing I was the center of their attention, which, in turn, made me want Shane's cock inside me so bad I could barely stand it.

We went into the ocean, just deep enough for some privacy under the waves. I couldn't resist the urge, so I reached into his shorts and pulled out his perfect cock, stroking the head with my fingers, feeling it get hard in my hand. The saltwater made things a little sticky, but the thrill of it was amazing. Shane didn't hold back either; his fingers found my clit, working it with that expert touch that drives me wild. I tried to guide his cock inside me, wanting to feel him stretch me open, but the ocean wasn't cooperating—too awkward, too sticky. Still, the effort alone had me dripping.

We walked back to his group of friends, and I parked myself on Shane's lap, kissing and touching each other, letting everyone see how much we were into each other. I loved the way his hands were all over my body as his friends watched, wondering if they wanted to Shane at that very moment. I got even wetter thinking Scott's nowhere near this excitement level, never really has been, and the thought of him sitting at home alone while I'm at the beach, loving that I belong to Shane now. Fuck, just saying that makes me wet.

Things slowed down, and Shane led me behind his Jeep. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I wanted it more. I dropped to my knees, pulled his cock out, and took it deep into my throat, worshiping every inch with my mouth. I worked him hard, loving being on my knees in front of him, serving him and his cock, all while feeling the way his cock twitched on my tongue. I wanted him to unload, to feed me a thick, heavy load of his sperm, but just as things were heating up, a car pulled up nearby. We had to stop, and I almost screamed from frustration.

Later, Shane took me to his place. We showered, and I couldn't keep my hands off him. I dropped to my knees again, sucking his cock with even more hunger, loving how it filled my mouth. Then we moved to the bedroom, and Shane laid me on my back, spreading my legs wide. His tongue found my clit, licking and sucking with that magic touch my husband has never matched. My clit got hard as a rock, became super fat and sensitive, and he worked me until I came so hard I saw stars. My body actually went numb from the intensity of it.

I wasn't done with him yet. I took his cock back in my mouth, feeling it jerk and harden, close to pumping cum. But Shane had other plans. He pulled out and told me to ride him. It's like he knew exactly what I wanted, which was me making his cock disappear in my guts. I climbed on top, rubbing the head of his cock against my huge, post cum swelled clit, working myself into a sloppy, wet frenzy. When I couldn't take it anymore, I impaled myself on him, taking him balls deep, really into the way his dick fills me. It only took a few bounces on his dick, and I came again, harder this time, so hard I lost control of my body. I rarely squirt, but this time, with Shane, I soaked him, my orgasm turning me into a mindless, cum-hungry mess. All I could think about was feeling him pump me with his cum, and he did, his dick cumming so hard I felt his sperm spraying inside me and leaking out around his cock. It was perfect, the kind of fuck that leaves you breathless and braindead.

After, we went to the grocery store, hand in hand, Shane kissing the back of my neck, his hand on my shoulder like we were the perfect couple. I made him dinner, a meal I should've made for Scott, but doing it for Shane felt right, making me feel like I belonged to Shane now. The thought of Scott at home, oblivious to how into Shane I am, only made it sweeter. The day was perfect. My clit is still buzzing from it, and I know I'll be chasing this high for a long time. I have to catch you later. I need to get Scott to clean Shanes cum off the seat of my Jeep. It leaked out on the way home.