I stumbled through the front door a few hours ago, my body a..
🕑 Added 2024-07-01 17:24:05 +0000 UTC
I stumbled through the front door a few hours ago, my body aching and throbbing from the intense pleasure I experienced at Jake's house. My pussy feels raw and battered, my asshole stretched to its limit, and my stomach heavy from the gallons of cum I consumed. But despite the physical exhaustion, my mind is still reeling from the wild and depraved acts I just engaged in. I couldn't resist staying with him for two days. Even though things at home were shifting, I couldn't pass up a weekend with Jake. He has me hooked in the most primal and sensual way possible. When I'm with him, my husband doesn't even cross my mind. But Jake and his cock reminds me, in no uncertain terms, that they are constantly thinking about me. The thought of being desired by both men fuels my desires, and I am more than willing to indulge in them with Jake and his cock. As soon as I stepped through the door, Scott bombarded me with questions. He demanded answers as if being my husband gave him that right. So I told him, “When Jakes cock slips inside of me, I am no longer your wife. When his dick is in my mouth, pussy, asshole, hand, or anywhere near me, consider you and I divorced.” Scott's dejected, pathetic look would make most women feel sorry for him. For me, all it did was turn my pussy into a sloppy hot mess ready to fuck. Just not Scott. Scott mistakenly asked me what I saw in Jake and not him. I said, first and most importantly…Jake would never consume another man's sperm out of my pussy, much less my asshole. Scott protested that is what I wanted him to do and he’s right. The difference is that Jake would say no and stick to it….making him more of a man than Scott will ever be. Which is exactly what I want from Jake. What Scott isn’t getting is that he's the perfect husband in my eyes. It's a twisted and perverse arrangement, but it's the epitome of my dominance over him. He laps up my lover's jizz from any orifice I command, his mouth open like an obedient puppy. But it’s exactly how I want him to be. Honestly, this is precisely how I molded him into what he is now. Scott was once Jake, big, strong, and confident. But now he's my pathetic little sissy cuckold, constantly crawling around with a streak of cum on the tip of his nose. How satisfying it is to see him reduced to a sniveling, submissive shell of his former self. Again,…the perfect husband. Will I pleasure Scott or use him for my own desires? Perhaps I choose to record it for your viewing pleasure but fulfilling his needs to appease him? No. I relish denying Scott's sexual desires, leaving him craving my touch even more. The cold reality is that my body belongs to other men, not Scott. What really bothered Scott was when I told him, “Jake is all I think about since he fingered me on that first date.” That really hit him hard. I asked him if it bothered him that Jake had been spilling his sperm in my guts every day for the last week.” The question was really designed to let Scott know who truly controlled my desires. Scott asked me point blank if I was in love with Jake. I answered point blank that yes, I was. Scott asked me if I was still in love with him, and I said, “Yes, I am, just in a different way. A way you might not understand.” He asked me if I would leave him for Jake, and I replied that I would if Jake asked me to, happily complying with Jake's every desire. But I also told him that I would always return to his bed, even if it was marked by another man's sperm…eventually. I asked him if he could handle that because if he couldn’t, we should consider divorce. After laying down my terms, I asked him if he could handle the debasing conditions and if he truly wished to remain wedded. With a hard "I do," he eagerly consented to my demands. When I proposed a mercy handjob, he practically ripped his unbendable hard cock out of his shorts in record time. After only ten seconds of stroking, he couldn't hold back any longer and erupted in a humiliating premature ejaculation, coating my hand with a thick load of cum...which he shamelessly devoured at my command. I asked him if he wanted a mercy handjob, and he said yes. His dick popped out of his shorts so hard it was nearly unbendable. Ten seconds of stroking and a massive load of sperm covered my hand…which he obediently ate. My pathetic excuse of a husband scurrying away to wash his hands like the obedient little servant he is. I instructed him to retrieve the dress my real man, Jake, bought me. He'll spend the night with me this time, and I plan to look irresistible for him. My worthless hubby will even have the privilege of shaving my sweet pussy before Jake arrives...he may as well get some pleasure out of serving as a cuckold for us. As soon as he’s done, Scott must leave and not return until I tell him to do so. Who knows how long Jake might stay?
