This is a long one, 100 percent accurate, zero BS, but it's ..

This is a long one, 100 percent accurate, zero BS, but it's a long one. You have been forewarned.

I was having Scott shoot some videos and pics of me. It’s been a while since someone else did the camera for me. I told him he could jerk off on my tits for his efforts. Then Jake called. He wanted to know if I wanted to come to his apartment and hang around the pool, which sounded amazing. So I said yes, told Scott I was leaving, and he literally begged me not to go. He seemed so pathetic. He told me he was worried he was losing me. I told him he shouldn’t worry about something he has zero control over. He asked me what that meant. I told him I’d talk to him about it when I saw him next and left. It felt so good to drop that massive ball of cuck anxiety on him. It put me into sexual overdrive thinking about what I was doing to him. His dick was so hard it was making a tent in his shorts until Jake called, and he heard me say, “Yes.” Then it just disappeared.

So, I went and hung around with Jake. I changed in front of him in his apartment and tried to initiate some pre-pool sex, but he said no, there would be time for that later. So we hung out in the pool, had a fantastic timeand some great conversation, and we really clicked. The only annoying thing was Scott texted me a hundred times, begging me to come home. I finally texted him back telling him he was looking weak and pathetic. I told him he should accept the fact I was with the better man, and he should just jerk off thinking about him slipping his cock inside of me, making me his, taking me away from him a little more with each stroke of his cock pushing into my guts. Then I turned off my phone. And…at this point, I wanted to fuck so bad I was touching myself. But again, Jake held me off and took me to Daytona 1, which is somewhat like an outdoor shopping area with all kinds of restaurants. Again, we had a blast. He took me into a store and picked out a top that barely covered anything and asked me to wear it. I think he thought I would back out but I put it on in the dressing room, gave the cashier the tag and out the door we went. We spent a few more hours just having a fantastic time. When we finally got back to his apartment, everything changed. He became a different man. An amazing kind of man. He sucked my huge fat clit so good I had an orgasm that was out of this world. That never happens. I cum when a guy licks my slit, clit, and ass properly…but I don’t cum like I do with a dick in my guts. Jake licked me into an orgasm that even David’s dick couldn’t give me. In fact, no other man has ever made me cum so hard with his tongue in my entire life, and that’s saying something. Then he did that thing with the head of dick on my clit, and I came even harder. He laughed at me as if I was the guy who just popped his load in 10 seconds. Then his dick pushed its way inside me, and he fucked me beyond brain-dead. He fucked me for an hour before he said he wanted to cum, and I begged him to leave his sperm inside of me. He asked me if I would swallow his cum if he asked me to. I told him yes. He said good to know and then left a huge load of jizz in my pussy which is still leaking out as I write this. When he pulled his cock out of me, I saw myself in the mirror. I looked like I’d been mugged; I was that frazzled. If getting mugged was like this, I need to be mugged several times daily. I really looked like I was fucked to near death. That’s a good feeling. Jake's cock…it’s something special. It may only be 7, he says 8 inches, but it might as well be 2 feet long. It breeds me that well. We talked about Scott some more. He was very curious about our relationship and discussed how that might affect his chance of having a relationship with me. I told him Scott would have zero input or effect on where ever myself Jake and I end up. I meant it. I didn’t say so, but even at this early stage…I want Jake to make me his. He’s 45, he’s got his head on straight, he knows what he wants, and he’s a dream of a man.

I turned my phone back on when I got in my Jeep and instantly Scott called. I told him he was looking desperate. He didn’t care. I asked him if he wanted me to be happy and he said not with him. I said he doesn’t get to choose who or what makes me happy. I told him he would always be my best friend and for now we are still husband and wife. I am just exploring whether I want to be exlclusive with Jake. I told him this wasn’t something to talk about on the phone. When I got home, he was an emotional wreck. He was going on and on and I asked him to take his dick out of pants. He said no so I told him to leave. He took his dick out. It was soft and shriveled. He obviously wasn’t turned on by all of this…but I was. I undressed for him and told him to jerk off on my tits while we talked. He did. I told him how we make out while we make love and how I love the way his balls feel when they slap against me. His dick went hard. When I told him how I enjoyed just walking around holding his hand, he pumped a load of sperm on my tits with a loud grunt. Of course, he licked his own sperm off of me. He is the only guy I know who takes in as much cum, and he pumps it out. I like that. He will always be my husband, I can’t give up a cuck like Scott. He’s one in a million. Who can get a hard on knowing his wife may actually leave you for another man? Not many and I’m not giving that up. He just doesn’t need to know that. It makes the sex with Jake and everyone else to good. It also doesn’t mean I can’t have some solid feelings for Jake…which I hope will only get stronger.