Jake dropped me off, my ass still dripping with his load. I ..

Jake dropped me off, my ass still dripping with his load. I mentioned my ass was leaking his jizz, and Jake got this nervous, shy look on his face and asked if I'd make Scott taste it. I said I wasn't planning to, but I'd do it if he wanted me to. Jake insisted—the dirty bastard. Jake gets off on making Scott look small, good thing for him that I love it even more than he does. So after getting inside my house and getting my husband in the bedroom, I dipped a finger into my cummy asshole, smeared it with Jake's slimy jizz, and shoved it in Scott's mouth. He gagged and nearly tossed his lunch—poor thing. One day, he'll shovel it down like a champ.

After he swallowed a finger coating of Jake, I said, "There you go—now you've got the cum of the guy I want to replace you with, sloshing around in your stomach, and I've still got some of his load plugged up in my ass. It's like you and I are connected in a special way." I could see that hit Scott hard. But I could also see his dick responded as well. I grabbed it to show him I knew it was stiff for me. Scott asked if he could jerk off on my ass. I said, "No, but I have something you can do." Seconds later, his face was buried in between my ass cheeks, cleaning the walls of my asshole of every drop of Jake's jizz his tongue could reach. I told him, "Be grateful I'm letting you do this—it's the closest you'll ever get to fucking me or even seeing me naked." For context, this is true. I don't let Scott see with my clothes off anymore—Jake told me not to, and Jake's calling the shots. It's a fantastic feeling that I feel the need to cover up in front of my husband because another man owns my body. Even better, that rule keeps my pussy soaked, so why mess with the rules that work? I made Scott drop his shorts once he'd slurped up what he could. His dick popped up, hard as fuck, pointing at the ceiling. I admit it was a relief, as it's good to know we're still vibing on the same kinks. It's always better to share one's kinks…no matter how harsh they may be!

I sent him off to the bathroom to jerk it as I told him I had to freshen up—Jake's swinging back to grab me soon. I had to break the news that I only popped home to snag some stuff and might not return until next week. I'll be home tonight or tomorrow, but Scott doesn't know that. I was half-hoping he'd bust right there before me when I told him I was leaving again. I think he almost did. His hard dick was twitching around. Scott still doesn't know when I'll be home and it will stay that way! Anyway, Jake's on his way. I'll fill you in later!