brooketyler
I ran into a guy who knows both Scott and me...While I was o..
Published: October 2nd 2025, 6:17:00 pm
I ran into a guy who knows both Scott and me...While I was out with Jake, he told me that Jake and I look amazing together. Then he asked me when Scott and I broke up. My response was, while holding Jake's hand, "Thank you! And we didn't break up." I left it at that. I love that stunned look people get when they hear something like that. I love even more knowing I look better as a couple to other people with another man who isn't my husband. It's not that Scott is ugly or out of shape. He's not. He's a good-looking guy in a manly way. But Jake is better. I love saying that to you. It feels good because it's true. I love saying it even more to Scott. The truth is, Jake makes my pussy throb, my heart flutter when I walk beside him holding hands. Shane does the same thing. So much so that it moves Scott into the background, and I like the way that makes me feel inside. I look better with them, and that makes me feel good. It's like Jake and I were made for each other. It feeds this deep need I have to be owned by a better man. It's a feeling that goes straight to my pussy. I get wet thinking about others seeing how right Jake and I look together. It's an odd feeling. I get...I don't know... maybe nervous, probably more anxious, when people I know see me with another man. Then that turns into pure sexual drive that I can't ignore. More than a few of Scott's friends have seen me with Jake or Shane, and my clit gets so hard it throbs knowing they are probably thinking, "She's his now... Scott's wife belongs to that guy." It gets me even wetter watching their uncomfortable stares, knowing they're seeing what a total cuck I've turned my husband into—his own wife parading around on another man's arm, hopefully thinking how her guts are still full of his cum, Jake the night before.
Here's the strange part most people would run from. Scott's got a decent-sized cock, bigger than average, thick enough to widen a girl if he wanted. Do I wish it were tiny? No. Because it's big, the humiliation I dump on him has to hit deeper. I mean, it just has to. Sometimes, when I'm extra cruel—really laying into him while I'm making him jerk off for me, telling him Jake or Shane is my real man, that I love them more, that I'd ditch him in a heartbeat for either of them—his shame boner starts strong but then shrinks right in his hand. Reduces itself down to this pathetic, floppy thing. It seems so useless and small. But he keeps tugging anyway, desperate, and every once in a while, even soft like that, his dick twitches and pumps out this weak, watery spurt of cum—barely anything, just a loose dribble that pours through his fingers. I didn't even know a guy could blow a load soft, but he does. Most times, though, it stays rock-hard, purple to the point it looks painful, until he unloads thick ropes into his hand, knowing I'm going to make him slurp it down. It's such a satisfying sight watching him dry heave, trying to feed on his own mess while I watch. But when it goes limp, those are my favorite sessions. I have to dig deep, be vicious with the words, gut him emotionally until his shame boner fails him completely—deflates, hangs there, worthless, with no cum at all. I love knowing I have the power to make his dick useless, not just to me but to him as well. I cum almost instantly when I see him tugging his soft, floppy dick, knowing I made his own body betray him. I know... It's weird, and not many people would admit to it. But I can't help it. I would even say I live for it. How this part even works, I don't have a clue, but turning his dick limp makes me feel intensely connected to him both sexually and emotionally.
Look, I know it's uncomfortable at the least for him to know that not only is he watching, but his friends are watching as well. I want them to know. It makes me feel so alive, not to mention wet, thinking about them seeing me holding Jake's hand, or someone else's, being emotionally involved, and letting everyone know Scott has been downgraded to background noise. I wonder if they think about how I come home to my husband with another man's sperm still leaking out of my pussy....which he hasn't slipped his dick into for probably more than a year now. I hope they think about and worry that it could happen to them just as easily as it did to Scott. I so hope they do. I wish I could read their minds, but then again, that could probably backfire as well. I know some folks hate what I do to Scott. They have no idea he wouldn't have it any other way, whether he admits it or not. It's the bond that will keep us married forever.