brooketyler
Shane asked me this week to stay an extra night with him, ev..
Published: September 9th 2025, 11:57:20 pm
Shane asked me this week to stay an extra night with him, even though I was supposed to go home to Scott. I knew Scott had plans, but when Shane wants me, I can never say no. I know that's tough for Scott to take, but that is how it works now. It's not just Shane's dick, even though that's a big part of it. It's Shane himself. He owns me on every level, and just thinking about him makes my pussy so wet I can't focus. So, I said yes to Shane. It felt like the right thing to do, but I held off telling Scott until today. I waited until I stopped by their workplace to see Shane and broke the news to Scott.
I walked past Scott's desk, threw out a quick "hey" as if it were nothing, then casually said I wasn't coming home tonight, so he was on his own. His head jerked up, and I saw the disbelief hit him like a slap. He started going on about our plans, how it was his two nights, loud enough for the people close enough in the office to hear. It was perfect. Everything fell into place. I leaned in, gave him a wink, and said, "You know Shane's my man now. You're just my roommate now." The coworkers nearby were eavesdropping, and I could see that "holy shit!" look on their faces as they ate up the drama. They saw me shove Scott into the friend zone, demoting my own husband right there in front of everyone. My clit was so hard it hurt, knowing it was true, knowing they all saw it. Shane owns me, not Scott.
I have found I love it when people see it, when they catch me choosing Shane over Scott, not just once, but every single time. Rubbing it in Scott's face that he's the leftover, the cuck who watches his boss, a guy half his age, take his wife right in front of him and everyone else. Yes, it's twisted, but I get off on it. That shocked look on Scott's face, the humiliation in his own office, makes my clit throb like crazy. Knowing I've shown everyone he works with that I belong to Shane is such a sexual superpower for me that I can't get enough of it. I didn't wait around for Scott's reaction. I turned and walked straight to Shane's office, shut the door behind me. Shane started talking, but I wasn't listening. I was too wired. Messing with Scott's head like that had me to the point where all I could think about was getting Shane's dick in my mouth. I spun his chair around, dropped to my knees, yanked his pants open, and pulled out his thick cock, already fat just from seeing me. I told him, "I'm all yours tonight," and he just smiled. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking slow at first, tasting that salty pre-cum on my tongue, and it made my pussy soak through my panties. I took him deeper, my mouth stretching wide, bobbing up and down, feeling him get rock-hard in my throat. I gagged a bit but kept going, slurping, moaning, my hands stroking what I couldn't fit. Shane groaned, his hand gripping my hair, guiding me, and it drove me wild. Then I felt it—his cock pulsing, the veins bulging under my tongue, and I could feel his sperm moving through the shaft, pumping up from his balls. It hit the head, and I sucked harder, feeling that first spurt shoot into my mouth, warm and salty, covering my tongue. I kept going, swallowing every drop as more pumped out, my lips tight around him, milking him dry while my clit throbbed so hard I thought I'd lose it right there.
Shane asked what got into me, and I told him that while I was sucking him, I was thinking how he had replaced Scott as my man. I liked the way it felt saying that to him. Shane smiled as I told him that. I liked the way he kissed me afterward. I told him Scott is my husband, but that means something different now. It's just a title that doesn't mean much. It feels correct that way. I started fingering my clit when I told him I like how it feels knowing we are the real couple, Scott's the third wheel now. I remember when it was the other way around. How things change. I started touching myself, thinking about how I'm here drinking Shane's cum, telling him I love him, while Scott, on the other side of the door, is beside himself, wondering what I'm doing just that and wondering if Shane will take everything. The best part is I know Scott will be an emotional wreck, but his dick will be hard and twitching at the thought of all of it.
The thought of that makes me overjoyed with how this turned out. It's amazing that Shane's as obsessed with me as I am with him, and that's what makes it real. My fantasy of having a husband like Scott and a man like Shane is no longer just a dream. It's my life. And fuck, just saying that makes me wet.