So Rob’s back from Orlando, and last night, I had to get ove..

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.