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Just popping in to show you my goods 😜 and to wish you a gre..

Just popping in to show you my goods 😜 and to wish you a great weekend 💋

I'm traveling to visit family, so the last few days were kin..

I'm traveling to visit family, so the last few days were kind of a wash, but I'm here in Cincinnati now, so I'll try and see what I can think of! Here are a few pics I took before I left, let me know what you think!

I had this conversation with my friend who is still in the a..

I had this conversation with my friend who is still in the adult industry, taking dicks from strangers on camera for a living. We talked about how I live with Shane most of the week, letting him fuck my pussy and ass raw while my husband sits at home waiting for his 2 pussy free days I spend with him. She seemed shocked, which caught me off guard. I said to her: you just did a scene where four men fucked you at once in double penetration, stuffed full of cock, made airtight and leaking cum from every stretched hole you have, while your husband waited outside the rented house like a useless cuck. How is that any less shocking than me living with my boyfriend, taking his wonderful dick inside me pretty much every night while Scott stays home with nothing?

She said her husband knew, and it was for the money. I told her my husband knows Shane pumps his sperm into my mouth, pussy, and ass, owning me completely. But for me, the thrill I get, hell, we both get, from betraying him, my pussy wrapped around a better dick that makes me cum so hard I go retarded.... that's far better than any money. I saw her mind working, wondering how deep this goes. She asked if I was afraid of falling in love with Shane. That's the best part, I said I already have, which is absolutely amazing. That's the part that hits hardest, making it real, the thrill I get from confessing it, and how it humiliates my husband, his dick hardening despite the shame of knowing he's friend-zoned at best. I told her she should try it, find a man to breed her properly, and shrink her husband to the proper size.

She said her husband would leave her. I said, would he? Where is he going to go? He won't find a woman half as fuckable as you, both you and I know it's true. No offense, but he's aged and his options are slim. You are perfect, fit, and ready to fuck. He'd come crawling back after realizing he's nothing without you. Her exact words were..."You think?" I said, "I know!" Plus, if he bolts, who cares....you make all the money, you have all the pussy, you make the rules. It would be his loss, your gain. I could see her mind grinding away at that, and she asked what kind of guys she would look for. I told her not to shy away from men in their mid-20s to late 30s. Their dicks are fresh and hard. I like that look, especially for guys in their 20s and 30s. And I know I look perfect taking it, my body used by someone so much younger and superior to my husband. I think she might do it, let a 20-something stud pump her full and destroy what's left of her marriage, and I'm excited for her! I'm such a good friend!

It's laughable that a 31-year-old fucks me harder and deeper..

It's laughable that a 31-year-old fucks me harder and deeper than my 58-year-old husband. Not just because Shane's dick is longer and thicker, stretching my holes beyond what Scott was ever able to. He simply owns me with every pump of his dick. It's odd, but I've been obsessing over this for days. Now that my five days of getting used like a cum dump by Shane are ending for the week, I almost regret not agreeing to move in full-time, letting him breed me nonstop. But that would ruin it. As much as I hate to admit it, Scott is the fuel that makes Shane destroy me so perfectly. Truthfully, I'm anxious to see my husband and share some highlights about my week with Shane. I get an amazing sexual charge from sharing with Scott how I'm taking my feelings for Shane beyond what I have with him. I think it's because Scott denies it excites him, but his dick stiffens every time I share my texts to Shane with him...me telling Shane good night, and that I love him, often while Shane's cum is still leaking from me. I always look down to see his dick start standing up in his pants. Scott doesn't know it, but I can hear him tugging on his dick in the bathroom after we talk. I wonder how hard he cums thinking about me being with Shane? He's been pussy free for at least 6 months now. It's going to stay that way for the foreseeable future. I get that lots of folks find that twisted, but it soaks my pussy to the core.

I admit I've been fixated on Shane. He's dominant, especially at 31. Half my husband's age, but he's crushed him in every way. He wrecks my pussy so completely, I see Scott as a third wheel now. Even worse for him, Shane is his boss at work. I love that Shane won the promotion Scott wanted so bad. It has to be so humiliating to see Shane every day. Especially since Shane flipped from underling to superior, and even more crushing, Shane is now the one slamming his dick into my throat, pussy, and ass, flooding them with sperm. I drip knowing Scott reports to the man who fucks me stupid. Shane's thrusts are brutally perfect. The way his thick head forces my walls apart, the ridge touching and stretching every inch, making room for the rest of his dick as he buries it. His true skill is that Shane is a master at ass-fucking me. He eases in slow, prying my asshole wide until it gapes, but it never hurts. I crave how his head pops free and my hole stays stretched open, begging him to slip it back in. And that feeling when he's balls-deep, widening me, that overfilled gut rearranging sensation never fails to make me cum. He always hits the perfect depth to pump his load, flooding my guts, coating my insides with a thick layer of cum that oozes out for hours.

I thought the intensity came from my kink of degrading and cucking my husband, and yes, that's fuel. But Shane truly breeds me like I need to be bred. He reads my body and uses his dick exactly how I need it, obviously owning me. My husband pokes around blindly, half the time missing the mark. It's been six months since I let Scott's dick anywhere near my insides. Why bother? Shane's a massive upgrade. His superior cock skills continue erasing any use for Scott's cock, making it an afterthought. I bet when I tell Scott that his forgotten dick will remain that way, he will get hard as a rock, and he will make an excuse to go to the bathroom. And I hope he does just that!

I had to do it. I couldn't wait for Shane to get home. I mas..

I had to do it. I couldn't wait for Shane to get home. I masturbated and came so hard that I think I fell asleep for a few minutes afterward. I wasn't thinking about the new neighbor or how turned on Shane was by what I did with him. I was thinking about Scott and how I want our marriage to be. I want him to read this in front of me, see if his dick gets a shameful erection. I already know it will, which is probably why I find this such a turn-on.

When I was lying on my bed, fingers rubbing the head of my huge clit, I was picturing this other man, sometimes Shane, sometimes someone else, but the cock was the same, massive and fucking me into brain brain-dead cum sponge. The thought of him unloading inside of me, his thick cum overflowing my pussy fueled me on. It's not just the dick in my guts. I'm not ashamed to say it, I'm obsessed with betrayal, infidelity, and doing it openly. It's such a thrill, knowing that I am more than willing to let another man claim me and take what was my husband's.

The thrill is more than just that. I want this man to own me. I want to fall in love with him. To be my boyfriend, my obsession, the one I want to spend my time with. I want him to make Scott feel like he's a stranger, watching powerlessly as this man takes me. I picture my husband standing there, his traitor dick shamefully hard and leaving a wet spot in his pants. I need him to have that shame boner. It's my fuel to push forward. It makes me want this man to put his arm around my waist in public, and mine wrapped around his for all to see. I need him to kiss me whenever he pleases, passionate and possessive, and I'll return the heat, letting everyone know the thrill I have from being "his."

I already know the sex will be epic. His cock wrecks me, stretching my pussy until I'm forever made useless for my husband's dick. I want to feel him so deep inside me that I can feel him in my chest. When I cum, it will be more than hard. It will go beyond cumming hard to the point of violent. Making my vision fade, my mind erased, as my pussy grips him, pulling every drop of sperm from his balls.

This isn't just pleasure—it's power. I want Scott to feel it in his gut. The reality of being replaced, to feel the gut-wrenching fact that I choose this man's cock, his body, his dominance. Every kiss I share with this man, every time he fucks me into oblivion, every moment in his arms is a calculated event designed to give my husband the shame he needs and deserves. It's an obsession to see if I can get my husband's dick to get painfully hard with a massive shame boner.

This fantasy never fails to make me cum, but this time I came so hard, probably because I'm making it a reality that I can't wait to do it again!

Shane was so mad about me sucking another guy off he slapped..

Shane was so mad about me sucking another guy off he slapped me in the face with a load of cum. Guess he wasn't all that upset. He wasn't upset at all. I told him what I did with my new neighbor, and he just smiled at me pulled his dick out. He told me he knew I was going to fuck other guys before I ever moved into his house. I asked him if he wanted details, and he said no, held his dick out offering it to me and said do whatever I did with the other guy to him. So I did. I jerked his dick off with my mouth and he pumped a load all over my face. After I finished scooping it off my face and eating it, he said I should slow down or I wouldn't be hungry for dinner. I thought that was cute. We are making pizza. I told Shane he could fuck other chicks if he wanted, I woudn't be upset and said he knew that, but added why would he? He said I keep his dick happy like no one else has. On top of that, he said that though it may not be official and on paper, I'm his wife now, Scott is just the guy with the marriage certificate. As long as I don't "catch feelings and do what I'm doing to Scott," he is fine with it. Funny thing is, after saying that, I don't want anyone elses dick in me. He ruined it for me. But we will see how things play out. I have a feeling my pussy will override my mind pretty quickly. I hope so. I love being a cheating MILF slut.

Last night, I fucked around on both , Scott, as Shane likes ..

Last night, I fucked around on both , Scott, as Shane likes to call him, my husband on paper, and Shane, the one who I admit, owns me so completely I can’t think straight. I like the way Shane says Scott’s just a legal technicality, but he’s the one who gets to claim me as his. It's funny how much I like the way he says that...I eat that up. We shall see how he still feels because last night, I went off the chain and chased down a new dick to empty.

There’s a new guy in the neighborhood, moved into the house that’s been empty forever up around the corner. I caught him outside while I was walking the dogs and I, asked if he bought it. He did and the more we talked I realized how hot he is. He's married but that never got in my way before. My pussy took control and I pretty much ened up forgetting about Shane and Scott. He asked if I wanted a tour of his new house and truthfully I did and not just for the purpose of tasting his dick. We ended up inside, chatting, and long story short, we ended up making out in his kitchen. He wasn't shy. His fingers slid into my shorts, finding my clit so hard it like a rock. He rubbed me, rough and fast, shoving his fingers deep inside, and the mental rush of letting a stranger violate my body like that lit my pussy up and turned my brain off. It wasn’t just his fingers rubbing my clit and feeling around inside of me. It was the power of giving myself to him, letting him own me, making me wet sloppy mess. I love that feeling of crossing every line and wanting more.

I'm supposed to tell you I had a massive orgasm. I didn't. I didn’t cum. I didn’t need to. I often get obsessed on just letting a man know all I want to do is make his dick pour sperm. I got his pants off, and his dick was nothing special—six inches, average, absolutely didn't matter because in my head it was perfect and it was in my hand, hard and ready for me to do with as I pleased. I stroked him, my lips kissing the tip, just enough to make him twitch. I didn’t want him inside me, at least not yet. I wanted him to see me, a woman he’d known for an hour, with his dick in her hands, wildly obsessed with draining his balls dry. I wanted him to feel obsession, to know I’d do anything to make him cum. And I did just that for about 5 mninutes. When he spilled cum, and I say spilled because it just poured out. No flying ropes. Just a steady flow of cum in my mouth. I looked him the eyes and let him see me swallow his ball snot, fresh and warm direct from his testicles. I hope he’s sitting there right now, as I write this, cock in hand, thinking of what I did to him...for him. I admit I'm smiling right now thinking about it.

I told Scott immediately when I got back home. He had questions, I answered none. I like doing that to him. I want him to know I worship other men. He asked me if I was going to rub one out and he could watch. I had to laugh at that. My husband knows he isn't allowed to see me undressed much less watch me fuck myself into a massive orgasm...which is what I did...alone. Then I told him, see you next week, and I purposely adding I'm going "home" to Shane in a little bit. I love hitting Scott with those little digs here and there.

But, this guy’s not Shane. Shane’s makes my pussy drool with just a look. He has owned me in ways I can’t escape. But this new neighbor has flipped a switch, and my pussy took over, making me crave his cum. He’s from Palm Beach, only here part-time for the events, but when he’s back next week, I have every intention of getting that dick rammed so deep I’ll feel it in my stomach. I want to see his face twist when he cums, when his balls pump it all inside me, knowing I’ve in a way marked him as mine. I like the thought of a fuck buddy around the corner, even part-time. The possibilities are endless.

I’ll tell Shane at lunch. He has said he's okay if I have a fuck a random dick now and then. He knows I'm not going to change but I have to be honest with him. So I’ll tell him the truth, see if he’s mad. This guy’s a rush, but nothing more. As I have said, he’s no Shane by a long shot. At this point, I think it would be hard to find another guy that could own me like Shane does and I love the way that feels. Fingers crossed Shane’s okay with it—and that I get those crossed fingers, or that cock, wrecking my holes again tonight!

Just popping in on you to say, " hey, I hope you are enjoyin..

Just popping in on you to say, " hey, I hope you are enjoying your Hump Day " 😜 I was told this dress was inappropriate, actually it is one of my more conservative dresses. I don't think it's inappropriate. What do you think and would you go out with me wearing this?

This morning, I made it my mission to milk every last drop o..

This morning, I made it my mission to milk every last drop of cum from Shane's balls. I got on my knees in the shower, stretched my lips around the fat head of his cock and worked until he slipped a hot, thick, slimy load of jizz down my throat. I wanted to walk back into my house with his sperm still swimming in my belly, knowing I would be around my husband with part of Shane still in me. It's Tuesday, my day to return home for a couple of days and hang out with my husband, Scott, so to speak. I was dying to see if Scott would mention seeing me at Lowe's with his boss, Shane, and our hands locked like lovers. But he stayed quiet, which only made me want to push harder.

When I was about to slip into the shower, Scott knocked on the bathroom door. I opened it just a sliver, letting him see only my face, unable to see my body. He asked if he could come in. "No, babe, I'm not dressed." The way his face fell, the frustration in his eyes, it made my clit hard instantly. Knowing Shane's cum was still inside me, warm and fresh, while I denied Scott even a glimpse of my naked skin is the kind of mental head game that makes my pussy flood. It's the power, the control, the way I deny my husband for another man that makes everything so intense.

I know, it's crazy what turns me on. My sex drive is super tied to the psychological aspect of things. Visual things like seeing a pic super fit guy with a huge hard cock work but only for a bit. It all becomes mental after that. It will shift from "I like what I see!" to "I wonder he woud be thinking if we locked eyes while I have the head of his dick in my mouth?" When Shane is slipping his dick in my guts and starts cumming I always think "I'm letting another man other than my husband use my body to pump his cum in me." and the mental thrill of that will almost always set me over the edge into an orgasm. It's all about the head game for me. When I watch porn or look at dick pics I like to imagine it's me in the video or it's my boyfriend sending me pics of the dick thats about to wreck my insides. I'm sharing too much, I'll stop! Hope your Tuesday is going well!

I wanted to pop in and see how your day is going. Here's a l..

I wanted to pop in and see how your day is going. Here's a little video just to let you know what I am up to today 😉 Anyway, enjoy your day and I will catch you all later 💋

Shane has left for work already this morning. Before he did,..

Shane has left for work already this morning. Before he did, he let me pump a load of his cum down my throat. I don't know why I love sucking the sperm out his balls in the morning but I do. I go to bed looking forward to it. Isn't that weird? I like weird, though, and honestly, it seems like a healthy obsession for both of us. I really like the way Shane lets me suck on the head of his dick after he cums for several minutes. I love the way I can feel the left over cum work it's way out his dick when I'm sucking it. Some guys get jumpy after they cum. I guess it's too sensitive or something like that. I wouldn't know. I don't have a dick. I wish I did so I could feel what it's like to have your dick sucked like that. What I really wish I could experience is what it feels like to have a load of cum leave your balls and out the head of your dick. Now I'm just making myself horny. I'll quit.

We talked a lot about running into Scott last night at Lowe's. We talked about it again this morning after he pumped his load into my belly. Most people who accidentally run into their spouse with their lover are probably devastated by being caught. I found it to be one of the greatest thrills of my life. My clit hardened instantly and I was so wet I'm surprised I didn't leave a massive damp spot in my shorts. I love the way he caught us holding hands. It was completely unstaged affection, and the look on his face said he understood that. It's funny how I find that to be the most exciting thing in longer than I can remember...Scott sees Shane holding his wife's hand in public. I can't get that out of my head. I can't explain why it feels so good, so hot, that my husband saw me hand in hand with the man I have fallen for. I want it again—Scott seeing Shane's hand on me, maybe my lips on his—but it'd feel fake if we planned it. And here's the weird part: this makes me love Scott even more. His submission to my desire for Shane, his unfiltered responses, but still accepting my need, has made my life so complete in a way that most of you won't understand. I don't expect you to. Anyway, I have gone and done it, I'm wet as fuck. I wanted to hold off on sex today, but I'm not sure I'm going to make it. My point was that when I began writing, I intended to say 'good morning'...But I ended up telling you all this silliness instead!

It's been an amazing Sunday. My clit is still buzzing from t..

It's been an amazing Sunday. My clit is still buzzing from the kind of fuck that may have rewired my brain. My ass is still tingling with that still stretched feeling of Shane's cock turning my asshole into a cum factory that made me see stars. His jizz is still inside me, a sticky, slippery trophy letting me know he owned every inch of my body. I love knowing that my ass made Shane's dick explode deep in my guts. That's power that a man won't understand, power that I get high on. I'm going to rewind a bit because the real sex started in, of all places, Lowe's,

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Shane and I were there, hand-in-hand, shopping for dishwashers for his place, or as he puts it, our place, the home I now share with the man who makes my pussy a literal slip and slide. It was like a movie because all of a sudden, there's Scott, my husband, hauling cinder blocks for our old front porch. The moment our eyes locked, I felt a jolt straight to my cunt. His face was so perfect. Pure shock, defeat, and something else, like his world was crumbling right there in the aisle. Seeing his wife, me, holding hands with his boss, the man I live with now, the man who fucks me senseless, had to feel like a sledgehammer to his balls. My pussy was instantly soaked, my clit got hard just as fast. It was such an incredible thrill!. Shane didn't miss a beat. He immediately said, "Hey Scott, how's it going?" slinging his arm around me like we had been together forever. I swear, I could've dropped to my knees and sucked his cock right there at the self-checkout, the sexual heat was that intense. Scott shrank, visibly, like he wanted to crawl away from the weight and hide. My husband, who used to be the one holding my hand, was reduced to a shadow the second he saw us together. As mean as it sounds, my clit was so hard it hurt watching this wildly awkward and humilating situation for my husband. I caught Scott's eyes looking away, and then he turned to the checkout machine. Thinking back on it, I think he was hiding something. A boner, maybe? I will never understand how he can get a hard-on from what has to be crushing humiliation and shame from seeing his wife claimed by another man. I like it though, it never fails to make my pussy twitch.

Shane wasn't done. He walked over to Scott in a very casual manner and started asking about his work. Shane is half Scott's age, twice as hot, and his boss, and now his superior in almost every way. The same job where Scott used to hold Shane back, probably because he knew I was drooling over him. I have to hand it to Shane, he's taken Scott's job, his wife, his pride, and the joy he gets from rubbing it in is so sexy I can barely stand it. I was practically cumming just watching my husband squirm under the weight of the situation.

The things that sticks with me the most, makes my clit buzzz is the way Shane looked back at me and said, "Ready to go, babe?" Like he owned me...which he does. When we passed Scott, I said, "I'll see you later this week," as if he were just some guy I know, not the man whose ring I still wear. The truth hit me like a freight train: Shane and I are the real couple now. Something I have always wanted to happen. I love knowing Scott's the outsider and realizing that has my clit begging to feel Shane's dick again just to drive that point deeper.

We barely made it home. Two minutes through the door, Shane's tongue was in my ass, his fingers in my dripping pussy, and I was gone. I knew he wanted my ass, so I popped in a butt plug to stretch myself for him. I like saying that. Stretching myself for him. It feels good to give myself to him that way. I sucked the head of his perfect cock, giving my ass time to widen for his cock. When he was twitching in my mouth I yanked the plug out, threw my ass in the air, and begged him to wreck me. And wreck me he did. Shane fucked my ass with a drive I've never seen. While his dick was doing wondeful things to my insides he admitted his enthusiasm was fueled by the high of humiliating Scott. When he said that, I came so hard I lost track of reality, and I now know what it means to have your mind shattered. Minutes later, he unloaded his balls deep inside me, and even now, I can still feel it, slick and heavy, occasionally dripping out.

Its funny how that moment at Lowe's, seeing Scott look down, not wanting to see his wife holding another mans hand, lit a fire in Shane that made him fuck me like a man possessed. How do I feel about it? I want it to happen again. I want Scott to see us, to feel the weight of Shane's arm around me, to know I'm his wife, but I'm Shane's woman. I really do like the way that sounds.

Some women need therapy after seeing an unsolicited dick pic..

Some women need therapy after seeing an unsolicited dick pic. I'm the opposite. Dick pics light me up, make my pussy throb with a need to cheat so intense it's almost painful. Jay, a friend in LA, knows precisely how to get me going. Every few weeks, he sends me a shot of his gorgeous, thick cock, sometimes soft and hanging, begging me to make it hard with my mouth, sometimes rock-hard and ready to wreck my insides. Yesterday, he sent a video of his dick twitching, unloading a hot, creamy stream of cum across his chiseled abs. The way his dick seized and pulsed when it was pumping cum hands-free was beautiful. My cunt clenched so hard watching it squeezed girl goo out of me onto the chair. I swear my pussy was begging to be filled with every drop of that load. I needed him inside me, stretching me, pumping me full until I was dripping. The ache was so intense I could barely sit still. So I masturbated on Shane's office chair, imagining Jay's cock spreading me open, the head of his dick going in so deep I could feel it is pushing against my stomach. Anyway, what's my point here? I live with Shane five days a week and spend two days a week with my husband. Shane and I have become so much more than just fuck buddies. We have something incredible, and I couldn't be happier about it. But...and this is a big "but," My pussy is a massive traitor. I would cheat on Shane in less than a second if my dick pic buddy showed up here in Daytona. I would let Jay pump his cum in my holes right on Shane's kitchen table and then fuck Jay's dick soft in Shane's bed while he's at work. It's not even a question. My pussy would override any deep emotional connection I have with Shane. My holes don't care about loyalty when they are hungry like that. Again, my pussy is, without a doubt, a traitor, and the truth is I love how it rules me. As for my husband, Scott, thinking about how easily I'd toss him aside for Jay's cock gets me so wet it's almost cruel. Is it bad that he's not even a thought? Could Jay and I have an amazing and special relationship, like the one I've with Shane? Maybe. It would be paradise. But...the odds are slim he will ever be in Daytona, and the odds get to about zero when you factor in if I will want to spend time with Jay after he pulls his cum dripping dick out of me and puts his clothes back on. Probably not. But I'd love to find out because one never knows!

Good morning. I haven't been writing much. I'm with Shane, m..

Good morning. I haven't been writing much. I'm with Shane, my 4 days of filthy, hole-stretching, brain-dead inducing orgams. Shane is insistent on making it a full-time seven, but I carved it down to five. I do need to check in on my husband. I need to see and feel the sting of him knowing his wife is living with his boss. But, the absolute truth is my house is just more comfortable than Shane's. It sounds amazing being able to feed on Shane's cum three times a day, every day, but I want keep the fire alive by rationing the obsession. I don't want it to numb it by making it too familiar.

Today, I'll be with Shane, along with twenty or so people, some from his and Scott's work, and others strangers. Shane has zero concern about flaunting me like a prize, and I love him for that. His arm is always around me, his tongue slips into my mouth in his passionate but extremely sexual kiss right in front of everyone. It makes my huge clit throb seeing them watch us, my pussy getting soaked knowing they are all watching. They all know I'm Scott's wife. That's what I want them to know. I want them to feel the betrayal I'm inflicting on Scott, hopefully feeling just a little of the kick to their gut that I'm applying to my husband. I want them to feel the massive domination of my husband, the crushing sting of knowing that everything I do and say now confirms that Shane owns me now.

I wish I could read their thoughts. Are they imagining me sucking on Shane's dick until his balls start unloading thick ropes of cum down my throat? Are they horrified, turned on, or pitying Scott? Hopefully, all of the above. The thought of them knowing I've thrown Scott to the side to live with Shane makes my pussy not just drip but turns it into a flood and making my clit so hard I have to touch it.

I keep having this amazingly hot thought. I'm dying to rip Shane's pants down, pull out his thick hard cock, and make out with it like it's my true love—because it is. I may love that dick a little too much. Maybe more than Shane himself. I want them all to see my need for his cock, letting him ram it into my mouth, my pussy, my ass, any hole he picks, just to feel him wreck me. I want their eyes wide, stomachs churning, knowing I'd rather worship Shane's cock than breathe, all while Scott's left pacing the house wondering if I'll even come home.

Look, I know it's true that Scott is the anchor of my desires. Every sad look in his eyes, every time he drops his head when I tell him how deeply I'm into Shane and how much I love how Shane's cum tastes, sends my pussy into overdrive. I'm selfish. I know that. I need to keep him trapped in this role because his defeat is what keeps my sexual and emotional life alive. The way I shrink his pride makes me cum harder than Shane's cock ever could. I wish I didn't have to admit that, but it's true. My willingness to give myself to another man wouldn't even be exciting without my husband being there to see it, feel it, be a part of it.

What people don't know is how wet I get at other people looking at me and thinking of how odd it is I have moved in with Shane for 4, soon to be 5, days a week, leaving my husband at home alone. I know so many of them that will be with us today, know I often show up at Shane's work and walk right by my husband and smile at him as I walk by and then straight into Shane's office. They must know I'm headed to Shane's office to get fucked raw, bent over his desk, his cum blasting inside me until I'm overflowing. I bet they don't picture me scooping up the jizz that gushes out of me, slurping it from my palm. It seems like such a waste to let his sperm hit the floor. Even Shane doens't know this but later, when it trickles down my thigh, I wipe it up and suck it off my fingers. I wish I could do it in front of everyone to see the reaction on their faces. The thought of their shock makes my pussy clench.

Anyway, I'll quit boring you with my mental sexual fascinations. This morning, I woke Shane by throating his cock, my lips locked around the head until he pumped a hot, sticky load straight into my stomach. It's my daily fix now, his ball snot sticking in my throat like a reward. Even better, with the taste of his cum on my tongue he kissed me deep and said he loved me. That made my pussy flood and I echoed it back, and now I'm hoping he finds a way to say it front of everyone today. I want to see their faces twist in shock and wonder if Scott knows I'm in love with another man. I know that he does. I rub it in his face as often as I can. When I tell him how Shane owns my heart and my holes, his sad eyes make my clit swell, and when I see his dick bulging in his pants, my pussy pours like a faucet. The whole thing is what fuels my perfect life.

Happy 4th of July!🇺🇸 🎉 I hope you enjoy your holiday 💋

Happy 4th of July!🇺🇸 🎉 I hope you enjoy your holiday 💋

I felt like pumping up my clit and I wanted to make you all ..

I felt like pumping up my clit and I wanted to make you all watch. You know how I like to make your cocks hard. That's what I love to do and I like it even more when you show me, either with a video or pics, so don't be shy, send them my way. 🍆💦😜 I hope you enjoy!

Getting ready to head out and get a fresh pedi before headin..

Getting ready to head out and get a fresh pedi before heading over to Shane's. I just love the feeling when I get ready to spend time with him, it's such a huge turn on knowing that I am getting myself beutified just for him and not my husband. I can't help myself, it makes my clit throb and my pussy soak and wet. It's going to be leaving a wet spot on the seat at the salon. 😜 Anyway, I hope you all have a great freaky fun filled Weekend. I will keep you posted 💋

I'm home this week, Tuesday through tonight. Tomorrow mornin..

I'm home this week, Tuesday through tonight. Tomorrow morning can't get here fast enough. I will head to Shane's and spend the next four days with him. Honestly, I'm just sharing the same space as my husband, Scott. My relationship with Shane has become so strong that Scott is now just a guy with a marriage certificate bearing my name. He's my part-time roommate, moping around like a kicked puppy because I've friend-zoned him so hard he's practically invisible. He seems to feel that I'm not home enough. "Scott," I said, "I belong to Shane now." Loving the way that sounded. It made me wet saying it. It's like dropping a bomb on his ego, and yet I had to point out how his dick was like a tent pole in his pants. I do love the way saying things like that rolls off my tongue. It is way more effective than a kick in the balls. It fascinates me that my husband's dick gets hard when I explain I want another man more than I do him. I like it, though. I liked it so much that I almost came a little after seeing it. I was somewhat shocked, it hit me like that. I wish I would have cum. I am curious as to what an orgasm like that would feel like. I'm kind of glad I didn't, though; it would have given Scott an actual physical, sexual purpose in my life. He needs to remain my mental turn-on, whether he likes it or not.

Anyway, Shane's my man now, and as you know, he's also Scott's boss. I often pinch myself at how perfect that situation is. I do spend more time with Shane than I do with Scott now, and I'm absolutely thrilled about that. Now that Shane has me, he's made it crystal clear he's not sharing me, and I'm all in. Scott is all out. He doesn't get to see me, his wife, naked anymore. Not a peek, not a glimpse. It feels wrong to let him, like I'm betraying Shane. I don't fuck Scott, don't want to, so what's the point of him seeing me undressed? I've told him straight up: knock before you come into my bedroom. My body's Shane's, and that leaves Scott with zero privileges. Last week, when Scott complained that I was spending all my time with Shane, I had to smile because it reminded me of something Shane had said. So, I told him what Shane said while I was on my knees, his thick cock sliding down my throat, my eyes locked on his, begging him to see how much I craved his cum. "You're my part-time wife now," he said, "and Scott's your part-time roommate." I nearly came right there, his dick halfway to my stomach, his words letting me know he considers me his.

Shane made me admit out loud, slipping his dick out of my lips and telling him he's my number one man. He made me say it before he'd let me swallow his load, and when I did, and he finally fed me his cum, it wasn't enough, and I realized it would never be enough. I like the thought of that. A few hours later, he got a phone call and said he couldn't talk long because he was with his girlfriend. Hearing him say that made my pussy so wet it was practically a slip-n-slide. I was on his couch, yanked my shorts down, opened my legs for him, and said, "Your girlfriend needs her boyfriend to pump a load in her guts." He didn't hesitate—he pushed my legs behind my head and used my pussy as a cum dump. His cock was relentless, slipping in and out, rearranging my insides, the head of it bulging my belly with every thrust. When he leaned down and kissed me like I was the only woman alive, I lost it. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my girl jizz soaking his dick and balls. He didn't miss a beat, flooding my hole with his cum, leaving me sloppy, satisfied, and owned. Then we cleaned up, hit Twin Peaks for wings, and I caught our reflection in the mirror. We looked fucking perfect together. He's half my age, but he's attractive, and I'm obsessed with how well we fit together.

Sitting here, I realize that Scott can't compete with that. He shouldn't even try. I don't want him to. I love the way we all fit together. While I'm out living my best life with Shane, Scott's at home, probably jerking his sad shame boner, head bowed in defeat. Every time he sees Shane at work, he knows his boss is the one who owns his wife. That's got to burn, and I love that it does. I love Scott. He's my husband, and that means something. But part of that love is Shane taking me from him, and I'm hooked on the dark thrill I get by loving Shane more. It's like a drug, watching Scott shrink under the weight of all of it. I'm not slowing things down because I can't, not for Scott, not for anyone. Shane's my man, Scott's my sometimes roommate, and that's the storyline I want to keep living. I know my pussy thanks me for it.

Another little clip for you to get your day started. How wou..

Another little clip for you to get your day started. How would you like to be my workout partner? 🍆💦

Good morning everyone 💋 I hope this gives you morning wood 😜..

Good morning everyone 💋 I hope this gives you morning wood 😜 Enjoy your day, the weekend is almost here!

Shane got off work early today and wants to go to the beach,..

Shane got off work early today and wants to go to the beach, so I stopped by my house on the way to get a clean bikini and thought I would show you all my bikini of the day. He says it's a dick hardner, do you agree? ;)

Okay, it's my second week of living the dream four days a we..

Okay, it's my second week of living the dream four days a week with Shane, my boyfriend, and it's a rush that lights up every nerve in my body. I love my husband, Scott, I really do, but there's this wild, addictive thrill in piling on the emotional and sexual humiliation that I can't resist. It's my joy, my obsession, watching him shrink with shame while his dick betrays him with what I call his "shame boner." That's the magic, what drives me on so hard. I know his body screaming yes while his heart's breaking, and nothing has ever turned me on more.

Moving on, I've got a key to Shane's place, like I'm half-moved in. Clothes, toiletries, and me being me, a bag of vibrators also came along. I don't leave home without my battery-powered boyfriends. Yesterday, before Shane got off work, I laid out on his king-sized bed, fired up my favorite vibe, thought about moving in with my husband's boss, and worked my massive clit until I was shaking. I filmed the whole thing, zoomed in on the action, and sent it to Shane. Later, Shane told me he dropped the bomb. He called Scott into his office and showed him the video of his wife getting off on his boss's bed. When it was over, he told him to get back to work. I'm dying to know what Scott's face looked like. Did his eyes bug out? Did he squirm? And most importantly, did that pathetic dick of his pop a shame boner right there in Shane's office? I wonder if he went somewhere private to touch himself, thinking of me on Shane's bed. The thought of his humiliation makes me uncomfortable, but in an amazingly good way, if that makes sense. It makes me laugh imagining him rushing to the bathroom to jerk off, picturing his wife on his boss's sheets. Humiliation level: fucking galactic.

Shane got home at 6 and by 6:15, I had his cock buried so deep in my pussy that it felt like he was rearranging my organs. He pumped me full of cum until it was squirting out around his dick, making this wet, sloppy queef sound that had me laughing. It had to be a massive load to do that because when he pulled out, his jizz was still pouring out of me like a damn faucet. I couldn't help but think it would've been hot to swallow that load instead. There's something about gulping down a huge wad of thick slimy cum that's just… satisfying. It sits heavy in your stomach like you drank a protein shake straight from a man's dick. You'd have to feel it to get it. I didn't cum, but that's okay. The earlier rubout session had me spent. But to Shane's credit, I was close, teetering on the edge. No complaints, as it was still hot as hell.

We went out with another couple that night, and I was living for the fact that I was sitting there, chatting and laughing, with Shane's cum still swimming around inside me, leaking out bit by bit, leaving a wet spot on the back of my dress. It's a secret only I know, making me feel like I belong to Shane now.

Nothing super eventful after that, so fast forward to this morning. I woke Shane up with his dick in my mouth, sliding it down my throat, feeling the head of it start to grow. While I'm sucking him off, I'm thinking about Scott, wondering if he even slept knowing his wife's not just fucking his boss but living with him more than I live with him. That thought got me so wet I started fingering myself, then bent over the bed, ass up, begging Shane to breed me. He didn't hesitate. He slammed his dick into me from behind, and when he slipped a finger in my asshole, I lost control. I came so hard I wasn't sure I would make it through without blacking out. It was the most extended, most intense orgasm of my life, like my whole body shut down, and I was a screaming, shaking mess. I don't even know what I said or did, and I didn't care. Shane wasn't laughing either—he looked me dead in the eyes and said he was happy he could make me cum like that, then fucked me until he shot another load of his thick ball snot deep in my pussy. When he pulled out, he kissed me like he meant it and dropped three words that hit like a freight train: "I love you."

My heart fucking exploded. I tried to suck Shane's dick hard again to celebrate, but his dick was tapped out. Still, I'm so excited because now it's official. Shane and I are in deep, and I am dying to tell Scott the good news. I need to see his face when I say his boss loves me. I want to see if his dick makes a cuck fool of him, popping that shame boner while he processes that I'm in a serious relationship with his boss. I know it's odd, but I live for this—the look in his eyes, the way his body betrays him. My husband's reactions are the driving force of all of this.

It's later in the afternoon, and we're about to head to the beach, just 100 yards from my house. I'm hoping my neighbors spot us, Shane's arm around me, my pussy still wet from his cum and the thought of their gossip. It turns me on just thinking about it. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.

Just popping in to let me know what I have going on today. I..

Just popping in to let me know what I have going on today. It's my second weekend living with Shane and I'm so excited. The day is going to drag until Shane gets off work but I have plenty of things to keep my mind occupied. 😉 I hope you all have a great day and catch you all later 💋

Yesterday, I was fried after four straight days and nights w..

Yesterday, I was fried after four straight days and nights with Shane. He fucked me senseless and made me feel perfect, but I needed to come down. I grabbed my stuff and went to the beach alone to hang out and think about how perfect my time was with Shane, knowing I'd be back again every Friday from now on. I wore my bikini that was barely a scrap covering my tits and pussy—and laid out to bake in the sun, letting the waves relax me.

My phone buzzed, and I dug it out, and it was Jake texting. It's been a while since I have seen him. I have been too wrapped up with Shane. He said he was off work, heading to the beach, and wanted to know if I could hang out. When he said he missed me, my pussy twitched, but my heart did too—Jake's always had a piece of me, deep, real feelings that hit hard even if he's not Shane. Shane's number one and is holding firm, but Jake's in my soul, and that mix of lust and love messes with me, but in the best of ways. I told him I was already there, gave him my spot, and said see you soon.

15 minutes later, his truck was parked next to my Jeep. I watched him walk down the sand, and I admit, he looked good. His body's insane, and that V leading to his dick... causes me to make bad decisions. His swim trunks hugged his bulge, and I was already wet, my clit throbbing hard. He's not Shane, but he does it for me, and those feelings for him churned in my chest, making me want him badly.

He plopped on my blanket, and we bullshitted for a minute, how I was, what he's been doing. He said I looked hot, his eyes all over my body. I said he looked good as well, staring at his chest, wanting to touch it, my pussy making me realize how much I've missed him. Then he put his hand on my thigh, squeezed, and kissed me, tongue shoving in my mouth. My pussy was soaked, lips swollen, ready for him, and those emotions for him, love, need, everything—made it hit harder deep inside me...mostly in my pussy, but still, I admit, I get butterflies for him.

It didn't take long and we grabbed our stuff and went to his truck. The doors shut, and it was on. I yanked his trunks down, his cock springing out, hard as steel, thick, veins popping. I grabbed it, stroked it rough, then leaned down and licked the tip, salty precum hitting my tongue. I sucked him hard, taking him deep, loving the feeling of his cock as it hit my throat, spit running down my chin. He groaned, hand in my hair, fucking my mouth a little. I loved it, loved how he tasted, like sex and need, loved him, even if Shane's my leading man now.

I felt him tense, about to blow, so I stopped. "Watch me," I said, pulling my bikini bottoms aside, showing him my dripping pussy. I rubbed my clit fast, fingers sliding in my wetness, spreading my lips so he could see everything. He stared, jerking himself, eyes wild. I fingered myself, two fingers in, then three, fucking my pussy while he watched, my tits bouncing as I moved. Then I told him to touch me. He rubbed my clit, hard and fast, then shoved his fingers in my cunt, pumping deep, stretching me. I grabbed his cock, stroking him, our hands a blur.

I came first, screaming, my pussy squeezing his fingers, juices gushing down my thighs, soaking the seat. Jake came right after, his cum shooting out, thick and hot, one rope of jizz hit the truck's roof with a splat, his cock jerking in my hand. That set me off again. I rubbed my clit, watching his cum drip, and came so hard I saw stars, my pussy pulsing, body shaking, to the point I forgot about not only my husband but Shane as well. It happens, especially when you cum that hard.

We sat there, breathing hard, clothes fucked up. Jake said to come to his place, but I said no, I've got things to do. "Hit me up tomorrow," I told him, but I knew I wouldn't see him. I kissed him, climbed out, and got in my Jeep. Driving home, I felt it all, those feelings for Jake, but knowing Shane's grip on me, body and soul, is stronger. Jake knows he's second. Takes what I give him, no bitching. I love him more for accepting that, my pussy thanks him as well. I am grateful for all of them. I love this life, this rush, fucking other guys and feeling everything so deep it hurts. The best part is that Scott was at work. No clue I was with Jake. I can't wait to tell him every detail, watch his face as I tell him how I feel about both Shane and Jake and the things I do to their dicks, knowing he will try and hide his shame boner and deny he is hooked as much as I am that his wife is pursuing other men.

You think that my box would be worn out after spending a few..

You think that my box would be worn out after spending a few days with Shane.....Nope! Here's a little video for you all to jerk off to for me. And again, don't be shy and feel free to send me a video of yourself jerking off to me 😜 And I will try to get another post up later of some of my juicy details about my time with Shane 😜 Hope you have a great day 💋

I just spent my first few days living part-time with Shane, ..

I just spent my first few days living part-time with Shane, and I'm still shocked at how perfect it feels. Honestly, I wish I had done this so much sooner, even with other boyfriends from the past. My pussy is constantly wet, and my clit is sore from being hard as a rock most of the day. Being with Shane for four days straight, knowing my husband Scott's at home alone, is the most intoxicating thing I've ever felt. It's so darkly perverse, and it hits me hard right in the gut but in the sexiest way possible. I love spending more time with Shane than my husband. I have changed the course of my marriage, and every second of it makes me drip.

Sometimes, I completely forgot I was ever married to Scott. Especially when Shane's dick was buried in me, pumping cum deep in my guts. Knowing I now live with Shane, at least most of the week, confirms that my body and heart belong to Shane. I am completely his. I wake him up with his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, tasting the man who's taken Scott's place. I swallow every drop of his sperm, wishing he'd give me more. It's like his cum sliding down my throat brings me closer to him, and at this point, I can't get enough. This morning with the head of Shane's cock twitching between my lips, I pictured Scott at home, alone in our bed, while I was worshipping the cock that owns me now. That thought alone doesn't just make me wet. It makes me feel completely satisfied in a weird way, as if this is how our marriage was meant to be.

I'm back home now, just for a bit, grabbing a few things to leave at Shane's before I head back. Tonight will be my fourth night at Shanes. But being here, in my house, I can't stop touching myself. My clit's throbbing so hard it hurts, thinking about Scott at work, having to face Shane. Shane has fucked me in every hole I have for the past three nights, and he's made me beg for more cum and made me want him even more than I thought possible. I know Shane will find a way to rub it in, to let Scott know I'm his now...how he has made me obsessed with him. He loves dominating Scott, humiliating him in that subtle, smirking way of his, and I love it, too. It's so hot, knowing Scott's probably getting that shame boner, his cock betraying him, getting hard at the thought of Shane taking me away. I can picture it. Scott trying to hide the wet spots in his pants from his co-workers, his dick leaking because he's so turned on and at the same time, massively ashamed that everyone knows that I belong to Shane now. It's pathetic, but it makes my pussy clench just thinking about it.

Here's a mildly strange thought. Scott's shame dick, betraying him like that, is, against all odds of reasonable thinking, making him the most important man in my life right now. It's his reaction, that pathetic, leaking hard-on that is fueling how incredible my days with Shane are. Knowing Scott's turned on by his own humiliation by the man I'm now living with makes every moment with Shane more intense, both sexually and emotionally, and I'm obsessed with how it makes my life feel so perfect. And somehow, our twisted sexual perversions, combining my thrill in Shane's dominance over my husband and Scott's arousal in his own defeat, have created the absolute perfect marriage. I get it. For most of you, it's a fucked-up kind of thing that's hard to understand, where my pleasure with Shane and Scott's humiliated desire feeds off each other, making every orgasm I have with Shane impossibly good. I wonder if Scott is jerking his pathetic dick off to massive cums thinking about me with Shane. I have been thinking about that a lot. I need to know. I'll ask him tomorrow night when he gets home from work.

Let's get right to it. I'm zipping up my bags and moving in ..

Let's get right to it. I'm zipping up my bags and moving in with Shane, my boyfriend, until Tuesday morning. Four days of me worshipping his cock, letting him fuck me senseless, and draining every last drop of sperm from his balls while my husband, Scott, sits at home, probably unable to keep from jerking off his pathetic shame boner thinking about losing me to Shane. I love Scott, but nothing soaks my panties faster than piling on the humiliation, reducing him to jerking off to me while I give my heart and pussy to Shane. And trust me, this game's gotten much more intense since Shane, who's half Scott's age, got promoted over him and became his boss. My pussy drips constantly now that Shane is calling the shots over my husband at work.

I was nervous about moving in with Shane. Like keep you up at night, overthinking everything nervous. I didn't want to take things too far and push Scott over the edge. I eventually mentioned it to Scott. He didn't have much of a reaction but then finally said, "You're killing the sexual high we get out of this. You're not pushing me away. You're giving me everything I want and then some." That made me smile. I was worried about how he would react, and he admitted he wanted me to keep cranking up the intensity. Now I know. I feel like a huge weight was lifted. I need to stop worrying about him. Scott loves me, reducing him to nothing more than a friend who gets silly shame boners that I get to laugh at. I've been slacking on making that happen. He lives for it as much as I do, and I'm done second-guessing.

So, I'm packed, have my vibrator charged, sexy clothes ready, and my pussy is slobbering at the thought of being Shane's for four days. When his dick is inside of me, I'll be thinking about Shane being Scott's boss and imagining Scott, my husband, taking orders from the guy who's fucking his wife, the guy who's old enough to be his kid. Every time Shane signs off on Scott's work or calls him into a meeting, I want Scott to feel that gut punch of knowing Shane's not just pumping cum in my pussy. He's letting Scott know he owns me by making sly remarks at work. I want Scott to feel the shame of it, his cock getting hard against his will while he pictures my legs spread open for Shane, falling deeper in love with the man who's replacing him in every way. It's not just sex between myself and Shane, it's a deeply emotional and wildly addictive and I'm obessesed with rubbing it in.

I'll admit that my little panic attack dulled the thrill momentarily. But realizing Scott's all-in made me see this is our perversely filthy fantasy, and we are in it together. It's given me the freedom I need and I'm going all out these next four days. Shane's going to fuck me until my legs give out, of that I have no doubt. But I also know we will become a real couple, sharing things and enjoying each other, and I'm gonna make sure Scott feels every kiss, every moan, every second I'm wrapped in Shane's arms. I like that Scott likes to be humiliated. Because if there is one thing I love to do, it's that. I'll make him feel so small compared to Shane that he won't know what to do. By Tuesday, I'll be back home, kissing my husband, telling him how much I love Shane, and maybe sharing some details to see if his dick gets hard. It will. And he will have to take care of that all by his lonesome. I'm already dreaming up more ways to crush his ego. It's our thing. It's what we do, and neither of us would have it any other way.

He pumped a rope so thick I could swing on it 💦💋

He pumped a rope so thick I could swing on it 💦💋

Properly loaded, perfectly bred, leaving me wanting more.

Properly loaded, perfectly bred, leaving me wanting more.

Good afternoon everyone. I have some company at my house so ..

Good afternoon everyone. I have some company at my house so I thought I would take a few selfies to hold you over until I can post later. Hope you enjoy and have an awesome day 💋