brooketyler
I'm staring at my husband and it made me think about fucking..
Published: October 9th 2025, 10:19:12 pm
I'm staring at my husband and it made me think about fucking Brandon. He's my husband's best friend—or at least he used to be. He's also the son of another good friend of Scott's. Brandon has that cocky vibe about him. Every time I see him, I want to taste his dick. The thought loops in my mind, and I can almost feel his hands on the back of my head, holding me steady while I'm drinking his sperm pumped fresh from his balls. I don't know why it hits so hard, but it doesn't take a master's degree in psychology to guess it's the connection between him and my husband. It drives this sick thrill in me to drop to my knees and pleasure his friend...both of us willing to betray Scott so I can feed on Brandon's cum. I know it's shattering Scott's trust. Every time I slipped Brandon's cock in my mouth or felt his cum flood my cunt...it was like a brutal punch in the gut to Scott, twisting a sexual knife in his back while he's none the wiser. And that mental aspect turns me on to the point of no return. It still does, making me wet just imagining how devastated he'd be when he found out, how his world would change knowing his best friend was using his wife's holes like a personal cum dump. I can't stop replaying how I kneeled in front of him, eyes locked on him as I sucked the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the ridge of the head, sucking up his pre-cum oozing from the slit, letting him see the desperate joy I got from worshipping his dick with my mouth, all while thinking how this would absolutely gut Scott if he knew. His own friend turning his wife into a cum begging slut behind his back. I like to wonder if he thought about my husband, picturing his face while I was licking and kissing his balls, my tongue licking every wrinkle, tasting that musky sweat. That turns me on just typing it out. I hope he did, because if so, it amps up the thrill. Both of us willing to betray him without giving it a second thought. I love knowing I was desperate to degrade myself for his friend's cock, offering up my mouth and pussy like they belonged to him, not my husband. Brandon was happy to do it. He fucked my mouth hard, didn't care about my enjoyment, telling me to squeeze his balls until he dumped his thick cum straight down my throat, ordering me to swallow like the cum junkie he knew I was. I did, I drank it down, then sucked and kissed his dick for five minutes until it was limp in my mouth. I still remember that wonderful feeling of Scott's friend's slimy cum coating my throat, slipping down, and sitting heavy in my stomach, wondering what it would be like the next time they hung out together. Brandon, knowing he pumped a load of cum down my throat, probably smiling inside while shaking Scott's hand. I love thinking about that. It makes my clit hard from both the guilt and excitement. It's a strange mix of emotions for me. Coupled together, it's fuel on the fire, and all I can think about is doing it again. But I can't. I don't see Brandon anymore, and neither does Scott. Yes, he found out. It sucked, for him, not so much for me. But we fucked plenty more before he did. I needed to betray Scott deeper, feeling that rush of destroying his trust for my own orgasms.
That first time was the best. Because after he pumped my stomach full of jizz, we sat on his couch, naked, while he texted people, barely glancing at me except for occasional this and that. It wasn't awkward at all. I felt exactly where I belonged, used and waiting for more, knowing Brandon would never look at Scott the same again...because of me, because I let him defile his friend's wife and loved every second. When he was ready again, he didn't say anything, he just stood me up, bent me over, kicked my feet apart wide, and stuffed his cock into my slippery cunt. I admit...my cunt was waiting for him, it wanted to be filled by the man betraying my husband with me. It was better than I thought. The rush of feeling the head of my husband's friend's cock sliding along the walls of my pussy, pushing deep, stretching me in places that made my mind go blank, knowing I was opening my legs for someone so close to Scott, hit me hard. The second I felt his dick hit bottom inside of me, nowhere else to go, I came instantly. Not some soft "gee that was nice" orgasm, but a mind-numbing explosion that left me forgetting how to talk, my body locking up in a full cum cramp, goofy noises, stupid face, silly words, the whole ride. I know it was from the thrill of letting my husband's friend use his wife like a cum dump, the betrayal of it all fueling it into an epic cum. I know he laughed at me, probably thinking what a pathetic cum junkie his friend's wife was. I hope he gets a huge thrill knowing he reduced me to a drooling cum retard in less than an hour in ways my husband never could. I know I did. I would love to ask him what he thought about that, and I hope he replays that in his mind over and over every time he sees or thinks about Scott...how he turned me into a fucked-out wreck who literally begged for his cock, all while Scott trusted him like a brother. It makes me touch myself thinking about it. I like thinking about how I went home to Scott, lying about where I was. I said, "Just out with friends," while his own best friend's sperm was still sticky inside of me, leaking out as I kissed him goodnight. That part of it really turns me into a slip and slide.