I'll fill you in on my day yesterday. I have some time this ..

I'll fill you in on my day yesterday. I have some time this morning and love writing my thoughts for all to see. I spend way too much time doing this...but I can't help it. Just don't read them and look at the pics if they drive you nuts.

Anyway, moving on. Yesterday was just an easy day hanging around, a little harsher for Scott, making it another perfect day for me. I had Scott doing the chores around the house while I lounged around on the couch, texting with guys that had recently left me full of their cum, and occasionally touching myself because watching Scott do as he's told does make me wet. He's extra obediant after I get my holes plugged with cock by other men. For a guy who is so big, it's intoxicating how completely I have placed him under my thumb, both sexually and mentally.

I've been replaying the last two weeks in my head, and wow, I've had so much dick in every hole, and I'm still on a high from how much cum has been pumped into me. My pussy is still stretched wide from Jake's massive cock, recently unloading thick, hot sperm deep inside, filling me until it dripped down my thighs. My ass is still tingling and sore in the best of ways from Jake blasting another big into my tight hole. It's like I can still feel his warm nut spreading in my guts and that wet feeling as it leaked out. Then I think about how my throat's raw from swallowing Shane's sticky, salty cum straight from his wonderfully fantastic cock. I love the feeling of knowing that every hole was stuffed and overflowing, the slick mess of it all, the way it coated me inside and out—it's like I'm having my own dirty cum-slut high that I can't get enough of!

Scott knows all about my dates with Jake and Shane—I've spilled every nasty detail to him, and he just takes it. He has to. He has no other choice. It's been 24 hours since I last fucked either of them, so there's no fresh cum in me now. But just the memory of those loads being emptied into my body is still keeping me soaked. Which if my pussy is wet, then my mind is working overtime on one scenario or another. Yesterday it was finding new dick. So, While Scott was doing his chores, I was scrolling Tinder and Bumble, looking for new guys I could play with. And I found one but then Jake started texting me. So I snapped a few pics of my clit for him while Scott watched, and Jake returned the favor with a couple of his dick. When we ended our text session, Jake texted, "Love ya. Wish you were here." I mean it when I say every time he says, "Love you!" my pussy clenches…and hard. Not to mention that wonderfully nervous and fluttery feeling that hits me in my gut. It makes me feel so alive! So, I texted back, "Love you too," because I'm not leaving him hanging. I do love him. I can't help it. Not to use big words but it's exhilarating, being married and loving another guy like Jake. It's like my whole body lights up thinking about Jake's cock, his smile, his voice. Every wife should try it—ditch the boring husband-only routine and get some real action added on the side!

Today was laid back, just me chilling, but I still wanted Jake's texts to give me a good reason to mess with Scott's head, especially about how I feel for Jake. I called Scott over, "Hey, come sit with me for a bit," keeping it light, but with that edge he knows means I'm up to something. I pulled out my phone, showed him Jake's latest text that said, "Love you, wish you were here!" and smiled at him. Then I showed him my response, "Love you too!" I asked my husband if he was happy for me. He wouldn't answer. But I enjoy sharing these things with Scott. So, I told him, "I do love Jake. It's like I can't get enough of him. Or maybe I can't get enough of this." And then I showed him Jake's dick pic. I said, "Damn, he gets me wet just texting with him. Why can't you do that? You never get me wet anymore." Scott's face sank, but I kept going. "I think about Jake all the time, usually his dick, but Jake does make me feel so alive." I love dropping severe anxiety on Scott. Just watching his reactions sends a thrill through my body. The more extreme I take it, the better the mental orgasm, so I said, "I'd probably run off with him if he asked me to." Jake has asked me to leave Scott, and I said no. Something I never told Scott. I don't need my husband taking any victory laps. But, my little white lie hit hard and I found myself smiling when I said it because his face sagged, like the weight of it walloped him.

I leaned back, still touching myself, and kept going. I casually stated as if it was just a normal married couple conversation, "You know, Scott, when I'm with Jake, it's like you don't even exist sometimes. It's kind of weird. It's like I think of Jake as my husband now." I saw him look at my hand, which was rubbing myself through my shorts. I didn't even know I was doing it until he did. But it was perfect because I said, "I'm thinking of him now." He looked wrecked, but I couldn't stop. I pulled up the picture of Jake's cock. I said, "Look at it. It makes me so happy. You should thank it for making me cum…being that you can't. Go on, give it a little kiss for me," I put the phone to his face, but he turned away. "I said that's okay, a cheek kiss will be fine." And I tapped the side of his face on my phone screen. He tried to walk away, but I stopped him. I noticed Scott was standing awkwardly, so I grabbed his crotch, and sure enough, his dick was rock hard. Oh, Scott, how could I ever leave your perverted self…only you could have a hard dick while I'm telling you about how I love another man. Seriously, you are the man of my dreams… I'll just never say it out loud, you perfect cuck bastard!