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How I hope to be left tonight...fucked brainless and droolin..

Published: October 8th 2025, 1:55:57 pm

How I hope to be left tonight...fucked brainless and drooling sperm. Before you get too far into this post... It's not for everyone. It's what makes me happy...I don't expect everyone to feel the same. I hope some of you do, it makes me feel good, even if just a few of you get it and feel similar. Anyway...I finally got a dick text—same as a booty call, but swap booty for dick. Jake's taking me out to dinner tonight. That means I'll be sitting next to him, holding his hand at first, then switching to gripping his thick cock under the table, stroking it slow, feeling it swell and leak pre-cum on my fingers while we pretend to chat. He says he hates it when I do that, but his dick twitches and gets harder every time I do, like it's begging for more. Look, I can't help it—it's tradition now, it has to happen. With luck, by rubbing the head of his dick just right, circling that slick slit with my thumb, it will mess with his mind and make him slide his hand up my thigh, fingers slipping into my wet pussy, rubbing my hard clit until I'm biting my lip trying not to moan out loud. Anyway, Jake loves dresses. I love wearing them for him—they are easy access, very easy to lift for his cock to plow me later. Dammit, I can almost feel his dick sliding in me, stretching me out, and turning me into a cock puppet. Fuck, anyway...I put on my yellow dress and asked Scott what he thought. He says, "You look amazing...it makes me want to fuck you so bad." That hit me wrong. I didn't like the way he said it. Like he has a chance, I thought he knew that even though Jake and I aren't exclusive at the moment... I love Jake...in many ways more than I do him. I certainly don't think of my husband sexually anymore, and it weirds me out thinking he's picturing his dick in me, imagining himself pumping away like he owns my holes. He doesn't. Sexually, his cock's useless to me now, and I don't want that to change. So, I gave him that disgusted look, which I couldn't help, and told him I didn't care what he thought I looked like. I just wanted to know if he thought Jake would like it. When he got that sad, dejected look on his face, I asked him if he thought the dress would make Jake want me more, make his dick hard seeing me in it. If it would make him want to bend me over and pump his load deep in my guts while he sits home alone, knowing his wife's pussy is getting wrecked by Jake, a better man...and one I love more than him. I pushed harder, asking my husband if he was going to be pathetic and jerk his silly little shame boner while I was out with Jake, picturing me on my knees, swallowing Jake's cum just to see him smile after I drink the last drop. Or maybe he would think about me spreading my legs for his thick cock to stretch me out, filling me with hot cum, wishing it was him who had pumped a baby in me many years ago. He just walked out of the room when I said that. Probably to hide his twitching dick. I probably went too far with the last comment. I could tell the humiliation was eating him up emotionally, but wonderfully enough, that often comes with a side effect of making his dick hard. I thought I was being nice, letting him see how I was dressing for Jake, rubbing in that his role is to watch me prepare for another man's pleasure. Scott should know by now. I have no interest in having sex with him—his dick doesn't make my pussy ache like Jake or Shane does. Both of them know how to leave me dripping and satisfied. Scott doesn't. I just want him there to share those moments I have with them. It's been quite some time now, but when I finally decided to make my husband pussy-free, it was a relief. It always felt wrong and made me uncomfortable to have sex with my husband when I had other men in my life. I have a devotion to them that I don't have with my husband. I belong to them physically and emotionally in ways I never will with him. Just so you know, after I typed that out, my clit twitched, and now it's enormous. It's like a reminder of how much I love the thrill of ruining Scott with details, not just sexual details, but how we hold hands, and talk about our relationship, and just being a couple. And again, just typing that out makes me wet, and that makes me super happy that it does. I'll let you know how it goes tonight.