Last night was something else, and it’s been looping in my h..

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.