Published: October 10th 2025, 11:04:10 am
The date with Jake. It's basically so long it's a book, but there was so much to the day to tell. It all works together for me, so I wrote about most of it.
Before I had dinner with Jake, Scott had to shave my pussy for him. It's my own unique, special kind of foreplay. It was actually a favor, since I don't let him see me naked anymore. I didn't let him see my tits, just my pussy. I don't know, it just doesn't feel right anymore. I'm not exclusive to Jake or Shane right now, but letting my husband see or touch me sexually would feel like cheating on them. I stripped down my shorts, spread my legs wide on the bed, and made him get close. He got close, but not close enough. I told him to get closer and repeated that until his face was inches from my pussy. I warned him not to touch me unless I told him to. It wasn't his to feel anymore. I told him to lather me up, and smiled at the wonderful feeling of watching him carefully shave every hair. I could see his dick tenting his pants, another pathetic shame boner popping up as he stared at what he can't have. I taunted him the whole time, telling him I knew he wanted to slip his worthless dick in me. I asked him if he wanted to feel my wet walls squeeze his dick, and he said yes. Then I told him that wasn't going to happen because that ship sailed when he became my cuck. I asked him if he was upset about being just the guy who preps me for better men now. He didn't answer, and I pressed him, and he said, "No." I laughed and told him boner gave that answer away. I stared at him, asking him if it was okay with knowing that my pussy belongs to Jake tonight, and if things go well, it might be Jake's forever. He looked down and finished shaving me. I asked him if he wanted to jerk off while I watched. He got a happy look on his face and said yes, and started to pull his pants down. I said, Only if you cum in your hand and eat it. He hesitated, and I called him out on it and told him to go. He tried to change my mind, but I kicked him out without even a thank you, loving how humiliated he looked, knowing he's addicted to all of it.
We got to the restaurant—it was Wednesday, so it was pretty empty, just us and a few other couples. I asked for a booth, and I made sure I was right next to Jake, shoulders touching, my thigh pressed against his. The waitress left, and Jake beat me to it. His hand slid under my dress, fingers slipping straight into my pussy, working my clit with his thumb, using his fingers to dip deep into me to use my juices for lube. He commented on how smooth I was, and I told him I made my husband shave it for him, watching his surprised look as he fingered me harder, making me so wet my pussy squelched like a stick in the mud under the table. I pushed his hand away, unzipped his pants, and he had no underwear, his rock-hard dick springing out, so stiff I had a hard time getting out of the zipper. Had to stop when the waitress came back with water, Jake sitting there with his throbbing cock sticking out under the table, pre-cum pouring out of it. When she left, he tried tucking it away, but I grabbed it, swirling the sticky pre-cum around the head, staring into his eyes as I stroked slow, telling him to feel how wet he makes me. It was true...he made my pussy drool. Then he pushed his fingers back in me, fucking me like they were his cock. I kept working on the head of his cock until he begged me to stop, saying he was going to cum. Hearing that made me work his dick even harder. When I knew for sure he was going to cum, I grabbed one of those expensive linen napkins, held it under the head of his cock, whispered how I always think about his cockhead slipping inside me until it slides in me deep. His body got stiff as a board, his face looked shocked, and he unloaded ropes of thick jizz into the napkin. Thirty seconds later, the waitress came back for orders, clueless that Jake's cock was still out, dripping the last strings of cum into a cummy napkin. I had to order for us—Jake was cum-confused, brain-fried from the release. She looked puzzled, but the truth is her confusion turned me on. I like the risk of it all.
After that, we had dinner like a normal couple, and it wasn't bad. Then we decided to drive around afterward. We talked, and Jake admitted he wanted us to be a couple again. Fuck, I loved hearing that. I like the way it makes me feel alive and desired in a way Scott can't compete with. Hearing that made my clit hard and huge, knowing he's so into me, he'd take me from my husband if I let him. I told him I'd like that, but I needed a break after Shane, though honestly, the idea of replacing Scott with Jake sets my pussy on fire. It made my clit so hard I was getting uncomfortable, all from thinking of letting Jake own me completely, his cock the only one stretching me, filling me with cum. When I say that now, it sounds even hotter because I can picture Scott jerking off to memories. Jake asked me what I liked about being a couple again, and I said it was amazing how people would see us in public with me on his arm, holding hands, kissing, the perfect couple, while my husband was at home, doing whatever list of chores I left for him. Jake mentioned that he would like to go to the Swingers' club again. I told him to set it up. Then I told him to pull over at the Rivers Edge park. He said he would rather go home. I told him no, and he did as he was told. We pulled in and made out while he fingered me. I made him pull his pants down, and his dick was almost hard, not quite, but close. So I sucked the head until his cock was purple and hard. I slipped my fingers into my swampy wet cunt and used my own juice to lube his cock before climbing on and slipping his dick inside me. It's so big it feels like I'm sliding a log in my guts. It's a wonderful feeling being stretched like that, and when I'm on top and in control of his dick...I can't help myself. I drop down till he's balls deep, and the head of dick is so far up in me I can feel it moving my stomach around. That probably sounds awful if you're a guy, but for me, being stuffed and stretched like that is an amazing bonus of having a pussy. It was such an amazing feeling having it that deep inside me, that all I did was grind down more on his dick. I barely lifted, just kept trying to push it further into my body. And...I came. Another mind-destroying, body-locking, retard face cum. When I recovered, I pushed down as hard as I could on his cock and told him to cum in me deep. I kept grinding down, telling him to pump his cum in me, and then I felt the warmth of his jizz spray somewhere deep inside of me. I kept pressing down, making sure each additional pump of jizz was as far inside of me as I could get it. And it must have got deep because when I lifted off his cock, no jizz poured out. I scooched over and leaned down, and sucked his cock clean for him and put it back in his pants. Still, no cum had leaked out of me. I was starting to wonder if he actually came until I felt a dribble of jizz start leaking down my ass crack. Then it turned into a steady drool, soaking my dress and his seat. Jake wanted to go back to his place and asked me to stay the night. I had to think about it, but told him I had to go home. I admitted I wanted to deal with Scott in that special way I love so much. Which was the truth. He took me home, we made out in the driveway, he fingered my clit, making it hard again, and then I kissed him goodbye and went in to see Scott. You already know how it went with Scott. Let's just say he tasted my cummy finger, and I asked what it felt like having Jake in his mouth. A great night overall.