So, tonight’s the night—I’m going out with Jake. I’ve missed..

So, tonight’s the night—I’m going out with Jake. I’ve missed him so much. Being married to Scott is fine, whatever, but Jake and I? We’re the real deal, the couple that should be turning heads. I can’t wait to parade him around where people we know might spot us, to twist the knife in Scott a little bit. I love the thought of him squirming, knowing I’m out there with my real man, humiliating him in the best way possible.

Before I even leave, I’m going to make Scott pick out my outfit—something tight, slutty, and screaming, “Jake’s going to fuck me senseless.” I’ll stand there, laughing to myself, while he fumbles through my closet, making him dress me up for the guy who owns me. “Make sure it’s hot, Scott—Jake’s my number one, and I want to look perfect for him.” His face will go red, and I’ll just soak myself knowing how much it kills him.

Once I’m with Jake, it’s on. I’m dying to get my lips around his cock while he’s driving us around—those thick, heavy balls of his just begging me to suck the sperm right out of them. I want to slobber all over him, deep-throating till I can’t breathe, tasting that salty precum dripping down my throat. I’ll be moaning like a bitch in heat, begging him to finger me at the same time. His fingers sliding into my pussy, pumping me till I’m so wet it’s leaking down my thighs, soaking the seat—fuck, I can already feel how sloppy and desperate I’ll be.

If we can swing it, I want him to pull over somewhere—anywhere—and shove that huge, perfect dick of his inside me. I need him to slip it deep into my guts, that hot, thick stretch his dick gives me, making me gasp as the head of his perfect cock hits deep. I want him staring into my eyes while he does it, his gaze all intense, then crashing his lips into mine, tongue-fucking my mouth while he fucks me stupid. I want to be a drooling, whimpering mess, his cock pounding me so hard I can’t think, just feel him owning every inch of me.

Then, and here is the best part of any evening, I want him to pump his sperm right into my guts—hot, thick spurts flooding me while he groans, “I love you,” in that sexy voice of his. Hearing that from Jake, my sidepiece, while I’m still Scott’s wife? That’s the ultimate high—better than anything Scott could ever have given me. I’ll come home reeking of Jake, dripping with him, and smirk at Scott, knowing he’s stuck with the leftovers of the man who matters. Tonight’s going to be fucking glorious.