I rolled into the house this morning, tired and worn out, bu..

I rolled into the house this morning, tired and worn out, but my pussy still humming from the night with Jake. I could smell Jake all over me on the ride home, my thighs sticky with the cum still leaking from my pussy and now my ass, where he pumped a hot mess of cum. My ass ached in the best way, still tingling from how his cock had slid so deep in my guts, the head stretching my colon with every thrust—I fuckin’ love that feeling, how he claimed me so completely. I’d fallen asleep tangled up in him, and his whisper of “I love you, always will” made my heart race, fueling my sexual thrill. I almost said it back. I don’t know why I didn’t. I do… though I love Scott more, but Jake’s younger, better looking, and turns me on so much more… honestly, I’d rather spend my time with him. Who knows, leaving Scott for him is a possibility, and the thought makes me want Jake even more…oddly enough. Sex kinks will make a girl do strange things. I love having them both, but my love for humiliating Scott, driving that delicious cuck anxiety to levels of almost insanity, keeps me riding a high I have no regrets about, not one damn bit.

When Scott saw me, I think he was relieved I came home because he said, “You’re back...and he kept staring at my neck. I would later find out Jake left me a high school-style hickey on my neck, of all things. I could see Scott was starving for details. “You stayed with him all night, didn’t you?” and like a dummy, he asked, “What… what did you do?” in the most desperate of ways. Scott looked so pathetically sad, and I almost felt bad for him. And then I noticed it, the bulge in his pants, his dick betraying him, getting hard as he begged for the humiliating details. “Yeah, I did,” I said, “Fell asleep with Jake after he fucked me senseless again—pounded my pussy so deep I came twice, his fat cock stretching me out while I moaned his name and told him I loved him. Then he took my ass, fucked my tight hole raw, loving the feeling so much of how he owns every inch of me. He pumped a hot, thick load deep in my ass after I begged him to, his cum dripping out of me while I came like a slut.” and look at you. Your dick’s getting hard, you sick little cuck, just hearing me tell you I love another man while his dicks in my ass!” I love how Scott’s body betrays him, his desperation for details adding to my thrill. It has to be tough for Scott picturing Jake’s fat cock in my ass, making me cum, leaving his sperm leaking from both my holes while all he can do is pump himself to a weak, watery dribble of jizz. Then my husband said the worst thing he could say…because it hit me so hard and so sexually deep it almost ached. I could have cum if I just touched myself for 2 seconds after he said it. He said, “Don’t leave me…I’ll do better.”  I don’t know if he thought I would have regrets or feel pity for him by saying that, but none of that exists for me. Only pure satisfaction at the scale I have reduced my once proud husband to. “Do better? You’ll never be better than him, you pathetic fuck. Jake turns me on so much more—he makes me cum like a slut, fucks my ass like a king, slides his cock so deep in my guts I can feel him stretching my colon, and I fuckin’ love it! He treats me like a queen on the side, tells me he loves me, and I love hearing him say it. His cum’s still in me, in my pussy and my ass. That should tell you who owns me now. After he pumped his load in my ass, he whispered in my ear, “I love you, you give me everything.” And I came when he said it. And look at you. Your dick is hard listening to me tell you the details of how Jake is erasing you one stroke of his dick at a time. But you’ll do better? I don’t think so.” I don’t want Scott to do better. I want him to keep sinking further down into this world of depravity I have created for him. I can no longer live without the sexual high, the power, and the complete and total transformation of my husband into a tiny, obedient servant. Just seeing his dick tent, his pants getting more demanding for every cruel detail while his eyes well with tears…delicious. I was tired, so I walked away and closed my bedroom door. I started thinking I should let up a little on my husband. But like a sign from above, Jake texted me saying, “Miss you already. Love ya!” I had to smile because I’m loving every second of this. There is no letting up for Scott. I replied, “See you soon. Love you back!”