I spent the morning cheating on my husband with Jake, his l..

I spent the morning cheating on my husband with Jake, his lips grazing the back of my neck while his dick pressed deep inside me. The tip of his dick was kissing my stomach when he went balls deep, making my married pussy clench tight right before I came. There’s no better way to kick off the day. It got even hotter when he flooded my pussy with his cum, whispering how much he loved me as his balls finally emptied. I would’ve cum right then if I hadn’t already lost it and rolled into that huge orgasm a minute after he slid into me. I loved feeling his long cock soften inside me, shrinking until it slipped out, his sperm still thick and leaking slow and messy onto his sheets. All the while, he kissed the back of my neck and said the sexiest things. Spreading my legs for Jake, letting him breed me however he wants, knowing I have given myself to him completely—it’s pure bliss, especially now that we’ve got this emotional bond. It was hard at first to tell Jake I loved him, but now it spills out so naturally.

I think it was seeing Scott’s pathetic but exciting reaction when I admitted to him I’d fallen for Jake—his dick hardening like some sad little reflex—and that reaction made it so easy for me to let go. I don’t tell Jake “I love him” for Jake’s benefit. I tell him for my twisted kink in crushing Scott with it. Do I have feelings for Jake? Yes, I very much do, but, and it’s hard to admit it, I say it for my own dark sexual desires. When I left this morning, I kissed Jake goodbye and said I loved him like he’s my real husband because I like thinking that’s what he is to me now—Scott’s just a technicality to deal with. It’s a maddeningly sexual thought for me. Dammit, I don’t know why saying that out loud makes my pussy throb so much! Is it wrong? Sure. Is it mean towards Scott? Absolutely, but my pussy just doesn’t care. I just want to keep having this incredible sexual high I get from it. Anyway, I’m getting myself all worked up here. Jake wanted to take the day off and spend the whole weekend together, and I was so close to saying yes, but I had to drag myself back to Scott. Not because I have to—it’s just the boring married stuff: bills, the house, the dogs, all that. But, the real reason I’m going back is to rub it all in his face—every detail about Jake, the sex, the love, the way he’s replaced Scott in every way that matters. I don’t do it for Scott, to give him sexual release, or anything else. I do it for me. I get this sick, delicious rush from watching him shrink, knowing my relationship is making him a stranger in his marriage. It’s like wrapping Kryptonite around Superman—it strips Scott of every ounce of strength, leaving him powerless against me, and that makes my pussy so wet I can barely sit still without leaving a mark. I’m waiting for him to get home this afternoon, and I’m already dripping at the thought of crushing him with the truth of the details…and if being honest…I’m dying to see his cock get hard while I do it, that sad little reaction he can’t control! It’s hit me now that I’d rather mind fuck Scott than even be with Jake. I’m hoping I’ll cum so hard rubbing one out after I’m done breaking Scott that it’ll feel almost dangerous.

Afterthought. It must be strange to be Scott being reduced to a bystander in his own life by me. But I also know he wouldn’t change a thing because even if he wanted to—his dick won’t let him, and I love knowing he’s trapped in this humiliation, all because of me.