Jake met Scott this morning. It was simply amazing. I watched Jake walk in, standing tall and dominant over Scott, full of strength and confidence. He shook Scott’s hand, and I could see the fear and humiliation in Scott’s eyes, knowing the man before him was a man that I would spread my legs for so he could slip his dick inside of me and breed me at will and that I will be joyfully accepting his sperm in all of my holes. Jake's presence and smirk of disapproval on his face, looking down on Scott, made him shrink before my eyes. Scott’s muscular body was now reduced to a tiny, helpless man, completely dominated by Jake. My pussy melted and turned into a river of swampy girl slime the second Scott bowed down to an obviously superior man. I wanted to slip Jake's cock into my throat right in front of Scott to pleasure Jake and show Scott how committed to this man I really am. But I didn’t. I just studied Scott’s reactions to the entire scene. It must be excruciating for him to realize that Jake can take away his wife and make me his own without hesitation. It must feel even worse knowing I would let Jake do just that. And I basically did do just that. I gave Jake a deep kiss while Scott watched, and we left the house hand in hand, laughing. What an amazing experience for all of us. I am not sure what Scott is feeling right now. He went to work. Jake seemed to relish the power he has over my husband almost as much as I do.No dicks were touched, no pussies were fucked, yet I felt as if I had just experienced the most mind-blowing sexual encounter of my life.
We drove around for a while, laughing and discussing how sexually intense the situation was. I asked Jake if that made him hard, and he admitted it did. He wasn’t lying because as soon as he said that, I leaned over, took his granite-hard dick out, and sucked a thick slimy load of sperm out of his testicles. When I was done consuming his jizz I leaned over to give Jake a kiss, but he stopped me and wiped a dab of cum off my cheek and fed it to me. Then he kissed me, with tongue. I am falling for this guy. He says and does all the right things. I have those nervous butterfly feelings whenever I think about him. What a wonderful time in my life. Scott wasn’t home when Jake dropped me off, but I can’t wait for him to arrive. I have already rubbed one out. I couldn’t help it. I am so fired up and horny that it’s hard to think right now. I need to know how Scott feels about all of this. I am dying to tell my husband I have feelings for another man. I need to see his face when I tell him. I need to see if his dick gets hard. If it does…then we could be starting down a long, slippery path with pitfalls but also unbelievable rewards if we do it right. If his dick doesn’t get hard, well, I’m not sure what will happen. I certainly won’t stop seeing Jake.
Good morning everyone, just a little post to get the day started. Sorry no sound with it but I'm in Grandma mode today so had to sneak this one in 😉 Not sure how much I will be around today but I'll try to sneak some other sexy stuff in throughout the day when I get a chance 😜 Hope you enjoy your day and catch you all later 💋
I spent the night with Jake. I haven’t woken up in someone else's bed in a long time. I sucked his cock at 7 am and had a sperm smoothie for breakfast shortly thereafter. He even kissed me on the lips to thank me for a jump start to his day. I like Jake more and more…yes I do. Just this morning alone was more than just fun. It was just what I needed, and what I needed this morning was to feel the head of his cock in my mouth, pumping cum into my belly. He tasted so good. He had that musky man taste and that sweet man smell that together made a delicious “cocktail” and made sucking his dick that much more wonderful. When he came, his jizz slid smoothly down my throat, leaving that cum aftertaste I can still taste right now. He tried to go down on me, but I stopped him. I tried to explain that would ruin it for me, that sucking his cock was my reward but I don’t think he fully understood. Most guys don’t. If he were to go down on me and give me a wonderful orgasm it would replace my thoughts of sucking the sperm out of his balls for the next day or so. I want the uninterrupted mental image of his dick in my mouth, at the very least, for the next day, if not a week. It will keep me touching myself all day long and make the next time he goes down on me all that much better. I know, not a guy thing, and it’s hard to explain, but it not only keeps me wet, it keeps his dick on my mind in anticipation of the next time I feel it inside of me.
Jake picked me up at my house and took me to dinner last night. We ended up eating in the bar and had a great time. To the outsider looking in, we probably looked like a super happy couple, and basically, that is exactly what we are. He held my hand, had his arms around me, kissed me, and was so easy to talk to. It was just a fun time, even though nothing sexual occurred. We drove around in his Jeep with the top down and then ended up at his place. Yes. We fucked. Twice. And it was great, but what was out of this world was the way he ate my pussy. I never have “the big orgasm” from being eaten out. I had 3 big orgasms from Jake's tongue. Mind-blowing, mouth-drooling, turn-you-full retard kind of orgasms. His face was soaked with my girl jizz. He gave me 2 big ones before we even fucked. Then he bent me over put me on all 4’s and used my pussy with his dick until I had another orgasm. Not a big one but still, a good one. When he flipped me over and fucked me missionary while making out with me, I thought I was going to cum, but I just missed it and at the worst time because his dick started pumping sperm into my pussy. If I had cum just when his balls were flooding my guts with cum…it would have been epic. We cleaned up, sat around naked, ate some leftovers, and then watched some TV. I got the urge to taste myself on his dick, so I leaned over and sucked him hard, and after a few minutes, he slipped his dick out of my mouth and went down on me again. Minutes later…the third most intense orgasm…maybe in my lifetime, happened. It seemed to last about a minute and I’m not sure it actually didn’t last that long. It was an orgasm that felt like it walked you up to the line of death, pushed you over, but then grabbed you while you were teetering and pulled you back. I am so thankful my body can provide me with this kind of natural high. I’m so thankful Jake can bring it out of me. I am so ready to have about a million more of them. Hopefully, they will keep on “cumming!” After all that, he went in me slow and deep, made out with me, and I got to look into his eyes as my pussy made his cock release his cum inside of me for the second time. It was such a turn-on to see his face when he came inside of me. If only I could see that face on the daily. Who knows, maybe I will, or at least get close to it. Anyway, there is more, but this recap has gone on way too long; most of you will never get this far anyway! Doesn’t matter, I just like writing it out, it keeps things fresh in my mind.
This is why a fat 11-inch cock makes most others obsolete for at least a few days. David did as he pleased and used his giant dick and increased the diameter of my pussy to epic proportions, rendering it useless for other dicks. I don’t think he really has a grip on what his dick actually does to a girl's pussy after an hour of having it reposition her guts. He seems oblivious to it and everything else, to be honest. I’m not sure he even gets how powerful my orgasms are when he turns my brain off from one of them. I think his lack of experience with other women makes him think it’s just the norm with everyone. It’s not in any way shape or form. Yes, he turned my brain off when the tip of the head of his dick hit the bottom inside of me, then just kept pushing it further, making my hole stretch deeper into my body. When I say rearrange…I can feel it moving things around. That makes me cum. I had three fantastic orgasms with him, and he is feeling better about life now that he has expanded my pussy into a cum dripping open hole. As in, he is more comfortable and not so “jealous” of Jake. I didn’t tell him I would have rather had Jake’s dick inside me instead of his but neither here nor there. David’s monster dick was available. Jake’s was not. I also didn’t tell him I’m having better sex with Jake. I want David to think he’s the king. He’s too emotionally fragile to think someone else owns my pussy. One day, he’ll find out. We shall see how that goes. Anyway, after we fucked and I was laying there with my pussy wide open in a state of orgasmic shock, spilling David's sperm out onto my bed, we got to talking about Scott. I mentioned that after the resizing session we just had, I doubt I could even feel his dick if he put it in me. That intrigued David, so he asked me to try. It sounded like a good idea to me so this is how this video came to be.
Yes, I could feel Scott. Not in a way that would ever make me cum, even though I did, but in an “I can sense something pushing around inside of me” kind of way. I asked Scott if he could feel me or if David ruined me for him. He said he could feel me, but I was very loose. I said that is what happens when you stick in a pussy that was with a real man. He came immediately, but I made him pull out and shoot his sperm in his hand, and yes, I made him eat it while I masturbated watching him. It’s a ritual now. I actually came before Scott did. A few times. Small orgasms but good enough. Any orgasm is a good orgasm, but you know that. I came from thinking about how another man expanded my pussy, and now my husband's dick felt like a very small finger inside of me. It was hard not to think about when that’s exactly what I was feeling from Scott’s dick. So what I’m saying is that it wasn’t Scott’s dick that made me cum; it was the thought of how inferior David's dick had made Scott’s dick become. David’s dick has destroyed any desire for my husband's dick other than humiliation sex. The thing is, Scott has a big dick. Bigger than most. That should tell you how big David’s dick actually is. I do wish Scott had a 3-inch penis. Then, he would be my dream husband.
My body reacts differently to different cocks. Just a fact of life. I haven’t measured Jakes’s cock…yet, but I will, and my best guess is it’s over 7 inches and decently thick. Yet I came harder on Jake's dick than I have on David’s 11-inch log of a cock who was the reigning champ of cocks until Jake’s dick punched its way into my guts. I would say David’s dick is more addictive than Jake’s, even though I have cum harder on Jakes's cum stick. Something about that 11 inches of thick dick that makes my body crave to be resized and rearranged by it. Then again, Jake is a beautiful man in every way…David, not so much. But so is Rob, he’s a stunner with a perfectly formed 9-inch penis, and though at one point his dick was making him the love of my life, he has slipped into third. If they were all to call at the same time, looking to pump cum into me, I would bend over for Jake first, then David, then Rob. I would seriously do all 3 on the same day if it aligned that way. I should try and make that happen. Then I could really have Scott take in more sperm than he pumps out…if you know what I mean!
Speaking of Scott. I keep dropping one-liners on him when he seems down about his position in our marriage and life in general. He was moping around last night, and I asked him if he was depressed, knowing that millions of Jake's sperm, fresh from his balls, were still swimming around inside of my body. He walked away. This morning, he was quiet, so I asked him if he felt left out because I wanted a serious relationship with Jake. I told him I still loved him, but Jake was like my big strong lion who can breed me on demand until I spill sperm from being so full whenever he likes and that he was like my cute but pathetically stupid dog that licks my feet and occasionally what other men have left him for a treat. He didn’t answer me. I fingered myself, thinking about how to shrink Scott down even further. Look, I know it pains him knowing that I want to have a whirlwind fall in a love relationship with another man, and I know it’s humiliating for him when people see me in public being affectionate with someone other than himself….and I’m glad he feels that way. I want to make it even more painful for him. Is that too much to ask for?
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.
Look at the size of that massive clit dick! I took these pics after writing the below post. Got myself all worked up!
I told David about Jake he got all bent out of shape. He had a misguided notion that I was under some obligation to him. And I do, but it’s not to him. It’s his dick that has my loyalty. His dick doesn’t care if I like Jake better than the man carrying him and his testicles around. His dick only wants one thing…to turn my holes into a soupy mess of sperm. And being that it’s 11 inches and fat…I will always allow David to resize me with his cock anytime, anywhere. But even though it’s only been one date…I want to spend my time with Jake. Rob knows about Jake; his only question is if it would interfere with our breeding sessions. Dumb question. Of course not. Rob will always have a place for his dick in my pussy as well. Scott thinks it’s a fad. I hope that’s just wishful thinking on his part. I really think Jake may be the one. Not that I want to leave Scott…I don’t. I just want another serious relationship. A guy I go on trips with, spend a week here and a week there with. I don’t know how to fall in love with Jake and still be married to Scott but it makes my pussy drip thinking about it. I am so ahead of myself here…I just met this guy. But I let my desire for a perfect sexual lifestyle overpower my thought-processing ability. I feel like I shouldn’t be telling you any of this in case he read it, but I promised myself I wouldn’t hold back on here. Scott won’t even read them anymore. He says they make him feel like I want to leave him. He’s wrong. I don’t want to leave him. He’s been my perfect cuck bitch. I want to take it even further. His emotional demise is my perfect orgasm. Hard for some folks to hear that, but it doesn’t change the fact that it is what makes me orgasm the hardest. I want him at home while I’m enjoying a weekend with Jake. I want him to make sure all my clothes are laid out for my weekend trip that I will spend with another man I desire more. Mmm, that sounds so delicious. Seeing Scott’s face as he shaves my pussy for Jake to enjoy. Knowing he will never be inside me, that I would rather open my legs for Jake and allow him to breed me as he wishes. Fuck, I can almost feel Jakes's cock pumping sperm in my guts just writing this. Holy moly, I really want to feel his dick emptying itself in me right now. There is just this incredible feeling when a man ejaculates inside of you. I can feel it pouring into me. It’s warm and slick and almost always an instant cum for me. I need to quit. I have things to do and rubbing one out isn’t on the schedule. But you rub one out for me…and send me pics, you lazy bastards! I am not getting enough cum shot pics and videos…videos are preferred!
Here's a fan request outfit, I hope you all like it. I do have a lot of hot pics that I took and will post them later, so make sure you watch for them. 😉
Jake. Man, it went well. His dick inside me went exceptionally well. I had several epic orgasms on the level of David of Rob, and this was his first time breeding me. I had more than just two orgasms. At least 4, maybe 5. I had one just from the head of his cock rubbing my massively hard and swollen clit. It wasn’t a huge one, but it was an orgasm, and any orgasm is good enough. He was a bit surprised I came from that, but it felt good, and his dick looked so good doing it. I was on my elbows, watching the fat head of his cock mash my clit around in circles. It looked so…I don’t know…mouth-watering. All that was before he even slipped his dick inside me. When he finally did, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and shoved my tongue in his mouth. Between all that and feeling his hard dick poke around in my guts…I had my first brain-stopping forget-how-to-breathe orgasm. I literally couldn’t see it was that good. I’m getting ahead of myself here.
We started out on the back porch and talked for about an hour. It was getting a little awkward, and we could both sense it because I think we both wanted the same thing…to get things going hot and heavy. I know I did. Finally, he leaned in and kissed me, and we made out for a few minutes before his hand found my tits and my hand found his hard dick, trying to get out of his shorts. That was his cue to slip his hand into my shorts and finger me. I love a good fingering. There is nothing sexier than looking into a man's eyes while he slips his fingers into my swampy pussy. I like how he had a sly smile whenever he hit a spot in my guts that made me breathe hard. I was as wet as I have ever been. I was literally pouring girl lube out of my pussy in anticipation of his cock replacing his fingers. I slipped his shorts down just far enough to get his cock out, and I swallowed as much as I could. I worked his dick for a few minutes, and not wanting him to cum too early, I stood up and slipped my shorts off, and face fucked him with my pussy. He did a very nice job. I almost came…almost. I think next time, he will get me there. I hated covering up that extraordinarily handsome face because I wanted to look into his eyes as his dick slipped into my guts. Plus, it was hot as hell outside so inside we went. That’s when he fucked my clit with the head of his dick. He had me spread open on my back and rubbed me off with his dick, which I would love to have him do again. Then he slipped his dick in me, pumped me to an orgasm that was so good I squirted a little bit. He really like that. He stroked his dick inside me for a few minutes more, and when he was ready to cum he said he would pull out. I don’t think so. So I just tightened my legs around his waist, slipped my tongue in his mouth and pulled his dick in as deep as it would go, and felt his sperm pour into my body. We laid there with his dick inside of me and his cum swimming around in my body for five minutes, making out as his sperm drooled out around his dick. Suffice to say…I really like this guy. Afterward, he took me out and didn’t mention a word about the sex. We just talked and had a great time. He knows I'm married and asked if he had a chance with me. I told him he absolutely does. We left it at that. Then we went back to my house, and he pumped another load in me from behind but not before he fucked me to several more mind-numbing orgasms. Again…I really like Jake. I feel like we connect on more than just a sex level, but even with that…that sex is off the charts good. That’s a win-win.
I’m mowing my lawn because Jake is cumming over, hopefully, to mow my lawn, if you know what I mean, and I don’t want the house to look bad. I heard back from him while I was shopping, and I asked him if he would like to cum over and visit me…or if his dick would like to visit the inside of my body. I didn’t really say that but I was thinking it. He is such a good-looking guy and isn’t a complete douche rocket, so it’s a win-win for me and my pussy. I had to ask Scott not to come home tonight, that I would see him in the morning. I wonder what that’s like for him. Knowing I’m getting another man. That I will be spreading my legs and taking his dick deep in my guts, it has to hurt. Good…I like it that way. Hopefully, I will be taking his dick inside of me…that’s my plan anyway. I have high hopes Jake will be that guy I want to spend time with. It’s probably because he’s so hot, but who cares? I have this unstoppable desire to seriously date him. And I’ve only sucked his cock once. How's that for moving too fast? I also want to have that meaningful type of relationship to really pound the cuck into Scott in the hardest of ways. I want him to know I would rather spend my time with Jake and not him. I will always cum home to him, eventually, but I’d rather be with Jake…or someone like him. I think that would reduce Scott to such a small man that he will be the perfect cuck husband begging me to let him lick the sperm out of my asshole put there by another man. Holy shit, that sounds amazingly perfect. I can only try, and that’s what I intend to do. Let you know how it goes.
I went to lunch and ordered a wrap, but I ended up getting a belly full of sperm as well. Jake was a good date partner today. He wasn’t nearly as uppity as I thought he might be, and he wasn’t shy at all. I had to make the first move, but once I did, his fingers were buried in my pussy while I stroked his cock under the table. He asked me if I even cared to get to know him personally. I said I have my own ways of getting to know someone. I think he thought I was one of those ding dongs that throw sex around to keep a guy interested. He found out real quickly I’m one of those girls who you better be breeding properly, or she will be the one losing interest…and fast. So, if he was looking for a meaningful romantic first date…he would be sorely disappointed unless he considered his dick pumping sperm down my throat romantic. Look, now that we have gotten the sex out of the way…we can get to know each other. I don’t want to waste time on guys who aren’t going to cut it in the sack, so I like to fuck first, date later. Keeps things kosher, if you know what I mean. Jake made the cut. He doesn’t have a David dick or a Rob dick but I’d say 7 inches and pretty thick. He does have this incredibly manly presence about him that just makes my pussy drool for his jizz. I can see us spending some serious time together. If he wants to, that is. I think he does. I’ll shortly. See how he responds if and when he does. Who knows, maybe it was a hit-it-and-quit-it thing for him today. I doubt it…but one never really knows until that dick is in her guts the second time around. Hope it works out for me. I’d really like to get to know him now that I have gotten the sex check out of the way. I think he’d be a perfect non-bull but still a bull threat to Scott. What I mean is I doubt he’s into the kinky shit I’m into, but as long as he’s a good fuck and looks as good as he does…he can breed my holes anytime he wants. Here’s a weird thought. He seems like a good guy to go on a vacation with. Don’t know why I thought about that, I just did. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be on a tropical island drinking a Mai Tai and taking his dick while Scott sits at home agonizing over where in the world I might be. Damm…that sounds like fun!
I have a date in 2 hours with a Navy Seal. I want to suck his cock so badly, but I think this guy wants to do the whole “Let’s get to know each other” thing first. I get the feeling he’s looking for a relationship, which is fine if it’s a casual type of thing. I would love to date this guy. I would love to go to Scott and tell him I think I have found a guy I will date for real. I think he knows this day is cumming. I don’t want to get too hot and heavy, and I need to see how this man's dick performs under fire before we really move forward. I could care less how great a person he is if his dick is a dud. I don’t need another great guy with a dud dick. I have Scott for that. I need a great guy with a perfect dick who doesn’t get tired of me slipping my hand in his pants where ever we might be. You would be shocked how many guys push my hand away under the table at restoraunts or even in the car. It makes me pout when they do. It’s not my fault they have a dick, and I have this incredible need to touch it. Rob is good for that. He lets me do whatever I want with his cock where ever we may be in front of whoever may be there. No questions asked. Hopefully, this guy is up for some cock play like that…I could use a good, real boyfriend.
I had a good afternoon. I went to Publix and about 5 or so 18 to 20 yr olds followed me around. I gave them a nice smile, and they smiled right back. Too bad they didn’t get a bit more aggressive and talk to me…I would have fucked every one of them three times over if they played their cards right. I’m being serious when I say that. I really would have. They looked so tasty. They would have been a fantastic sperm snack. Didn’t happen, though, but still, I love the thought of them looking at me, knowing their dicks are growing in their shorts. I hope at least one of them rubs one out thinking about me. Again…I’m being serious. I don’t say these things for the shock value or it’s because it’s something I think you want to hear. I say them because it’s something I would give just about anything to experience. Tell me you wouldn’t love to have a group of 20 yr old hotties working your dick over…you know you would be in heaven if they did. What makes you think I don’t want to be the one making five 18 to 20 yr old dicks empty themselves into me…I would be in heaven myself.
Shut up about the fat stuff. I could care less who is fat and who is not. My point in my last post wasn’t that he’s fat…it’s that he’s gotten himself fat with no regard to losing his ability to be a fully capable and functional man. I’ve been fucking David for what…half a year now? He is as fat now as he was then, and I had gotten to the point where I didn’t even notice it anymore until he physically ran out of steam simply walking a mile or less. Will I ever see him the same? No, absolutely not. He’s not to be counted on if I need something that requires physical ability. I find that sad for both of us. Will I keep fucking him? Absolutely, I’m not giving up that dick. Belly or no belly, that dick will continue to make soup out of my insides, hopefully for years to cum.
I was teasing Scott just a bit ago about how David’s sperm tasted and if the jizz that left David’s body via his dick felt good in his stomach. He didn’t answer. I asked him if it was a weird feeling to ingest a living part of David that came from his testicles, through the tip of his dick, into me, and then dripped into his mouth to end up swimming around in his stomach. He didn’t answer. His dick did, though…it stood straight up. He did ask me how I thought these things up. Where did I get the inspiration to say such things? I told him my pussy cums up with these things, not me. I am just compelled to ask them. I left him with a raging erection. I have no idea if he emptied himself or not. I hope he didn’t. I like it when his balls make him uncomfortable. I do like saying uncomfortable things to him. It makes me wet and makes my clit buzz when I do. In other words, asking these questions and making statements is like Viagra for women. It keeps me in a state of arousal when I think about it.
Look, MILFs/GILFs are just more fun. We genuinely love dick. No bullcrap sales pitches or fake interest, so we seem cool…we simply love a good dick in our guts. Why? Who knows, and who cares? As long as your dick is in our holes…all is good in the world. Even when it cums to making porn. All these girls are pumping out video after video that if you actually watch it…you can see they don’t want to be there. But one has to pay the bills. I don’t pay my bills by making porn, so when I fuck…I’m fucking to feel a man spraying the walls of my cunt down with sperm. Apparently, I look hungry when I fuck. I have been told that. I am hungry. Hungry for orgasms. As many as possible.
Scott ate a load of David's sperm that pooled up in my gaped-out hole. He gagged the entire time. Probably because after David deposited the contents of his testicles inside of me, he asked me to bring Scott in so he could watch him lick his sperm out of me, so it was good and fresh and mostly still inside of me. Which I am always up for so good for David for making that request. I didn’t feel like Scott was really getting David’s jizz out of me, so I had him lie down, and then I sat on his face, rubbed my massive clit, and watched large hanging drops of jizz ooze into his mouth in the mirror. He kept his mouth closed at first, so I fingered the first drop of jizz into his nose, which got him to open his mouth and keep it open. He really is the perfect cuck. I wanted him to jerk off for us and cum on the floor and eat it in front of us, but his dick wasn’t just soft; it shrunk up into a micro-penis. It was that useless. I don’t know if he ever got off after all of that. I never asked. After he had a meal of David’s sperm courtesy of David’s testicles and then couldn’t perform, I sent him on his way. I did hear him brushing his teeth and gargling mouthwash. Oddly enough, that turns me on thinking he does that afterward.
This will tick people off, and it’s going in an entirely different direction, but no point in not being truthful and hiding what I want to say here. I wanted to fuck David in the great outdoors, and it was hot yesterday. David is fat. No point in sugarcoating it. He eats nothing but McDonalds or whatever crap he can have delivered. Says he’s too tired to cook for himself after work. My point is that when we got to where we were going in the back woods swap place, I like to bend over and get properly bred in he was sweating profusely and couldn’t catch his breath. So much so he had to sit on the ground. His shirt was soaked, and his face was bright red. The sight of him on his ass on the ground made me no longer want to fuck. Not because of his obvious overweight appearance. If appearance were a thing with me, I would never have stuffed my guts with his super-sized dong in the first place. He’s as fat as he was when we first met long ago, but I completely forgot about it and became blind to it over time until yesterday. His physical inability to be viable as a man shone a glaring light on it, which turned me off. He has eaten himself into being non-capable. Even worse, his physical state made him very appreciative that I said I didn’t want to fuck; it was too hot. It was true, I didn’t want to fuck. Not because it was too hot or I wasn’t horny as fuck, because I was. It was because he looked so… what's the word I’m looking for…weak… maybe inadequate? All we did was walk in the woods, granted it was in the heat, for a mile or so, and he was physically useless. That’s a bit much for a man in his late 30s or early 40s. I can’t remember which. I don’t expect anyone to be able to run a marathon or not sweat when it's hot outside but if you can’t get through a trip to the supermarket comfortably without running out of breath…you may want to re-think your physical fitness program or lack thereof. We had to wait 30 minutes before he could start the walk back. We had to stop twice along the way. In my mind, I found myself thinking of him as a totally different person. I don’t want to be with a man who can’t at least walk a mile or so without taking 30-minute breaks. I know this sounds terrible but I can’t help how I feel so differently about him now. Before someone starts, I don’t need the thought police to re-educate me on how to think about this situation properly. I have come to understand that for me I don’t like it when a guy eats himself into being non-capable. With that said, here cums the hypocritical version of me… 2 hours later, David’s dick was resizing my pussy to epic proportions in my bedroom. Hence, the recount above. My pussy has a mind of its own, and it didn’t give a shit about David’s basic fitness shortfalls. I admit it, though. I see David differently now. My mind pictures him as someone who has aged well beyond his years and has become feeble. I don’t want to see him that way, but I can’t help it. I am still madly in love with his penis, just not him so much anymore. Funny how one little thing can change the outlook on a person. Then again, I’m sure I do things that also cause people to look at me in a different light as well. Part of being a human, I guess.
It’s Father's Day. The day when I was bent over, stretched wide with cock, and had a baby pumped inside of me. Twice that event has occurred. I don’t think I have ever celebrated a Father's Day with the father. I tend to spend that special day with an upgraded cock owner and let him pretend he’s pumping a kid into me. Same thing with anniversaries. Who wants to spend that day with the same old same old when I could be sucking sperm out of the dick of a guy I just met? I’m just saying. It feels right to cheat really hard on those special days. At least it does for me. I know I’m trying to get with Rob today. He has kids but he’s thinking he can get away from the family and pretend he’s starting a new family by pumping cum from the tip of his dick into my guts. Hope this all pans out.
Some “unsanctioned” truck events went on this weekend here in Daytona. Tons of Pick Up Trucks showed up. I’ll be honest: I’m not a fan of the “squatted” trucks. You know, when the front sits higher than the rear. It seems so… unusable. Like you have taken all the functionality out of the truck part of the truck. But here nor there. It brings in lots of 18 to 30-year-olds, and I like that. I’m a perv and am of the firm belief that “MILF does a truck boy's dick good.” So out, I went in my Jeep yesterday at various times wearing “Daisy Dukes” and a tube top. The idea was to get them to look at me. I admit it was harder than I thought. They seemed preoccupied, but I nailed a few, and those lucky few got a good look at my tits. The best one was a truckload of guys at the stop light on A1A at Oakridge who got to stare at my tits for at least a minute while we sat at the light. I even rubbed my nipples for them and tried to pull my shorts to the side so they could get a glimpse of my pussy. Not sure what they saw but I get an “A” for effort. I gave another good flash in the Publix parking lot. That was fun. Got some good reactions from that. There is something special about driving around by yourself and flashing your tits. It just makes me happy. I need to do it more often.
So I went out to Target today and I met this guy who is Navy Seal. Jake is his name. What a man this guy is. We are going to get together at 8 tonight for dinner. I’m supposed to spend it with Scott’s parents but I’d rather spend it with Jake. So, as usual, Scott will have to cum up with a story as to why I can’t make it. It’s not that I mind going over to see them, I don’t. It’s just that it seems whenever I find a new and exciting guy I have something planned with them. I’d rather spread my legs open for a guy who isn’t their son than have dinner with them. It’s just the way it is. I was honest with Jake, I told him I’m married but I am not faithful in the least. He knows Scott knows I like slipping strange dick into my holes and he’s okay with it. I have no idea if I will be opening my legs for him tonight but I certainly hope so. My pussy is dying to meat his cock even though it’s sight unseen. This guy seems like someone I could date. Like seriously date. Yes, I know I have a husband but that doesn’t mean my life is over in the men department. It just means I have committed to being partners with one man. I’m still his partner, I’m just dating another guy. No, I don’t want Scott dating anyone else. This is a one way street. Scott gets to sit a home and deal with the anxiety of not knowing what we are doing, what we are saying, what plans we are making. It has to be excruciating for him to go through that but it’s exhilarating for me to make him experience it. I love cumming home freshly fucked and telling him nothing. Not letting him see me undress, not letting him touch my body. I can see the desperation screaming at me to let him in my sex life. Not going to happen. This is perfection just as it is. So fingers crossed Jake will be a keeper tonight.
Here's my photo set of my oiled boobs that I forgot to post. Hope you enjoy them, I think they are hot, and again, like I always say, use them properly 😜🍆💦
I wish I could explain the thrill I get from thinking about spreading my legs to give access to my holes for a man. The thought of opening my legs while he watches knowing I am going to let him slip his hard cock in my guts drives me nuts. The whole experience is insanely hot. I am opening my legs, sometimes for a man I just met, so he can stick his cock inside my body and use my hole to pleasure his dick until his balls empty themselves in my guts. It get to feel his hard cock pushing around inside of me. I get to see his facial expressions, hear his funny noises he makes, feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside of me as it pumps sperm into my body. Holy fuck, what a rush. Better than any kind of high you will ever get from drugs or alcohol. After a man cums inside of me it makes me fill so…fulfilled. Not just because he left a pool of jizz in my guts but because it makes me feel complete as a woman. Not submissive but strong and powerful. Like his sperm has given me additional strength. I’ll take that feeling any day of the week over anything else.
I saw a post from a very fit chick complaing about how other chicks don’t like to shoot with her because they make them feel “fat and out of shape.” She went on to complain about filters and fat editing which has gotten stupid with AI programs popping up everwhere promising to turn you chubby body into a sculpted work of art. I agree with her. I don’t just think, I know for a fact that photo filters and editing is a hardcore mental disorder. If you are that worried about how you look…you don’t need to posting altered photos of yourself. It only takes one or two and these chicks are hooked for life. They even believe they actually look the way they do in these altered pics. They don’t. Even worse, a lot of these folks look better without the stupid filters. Sure, the skin isn’t perfectly glass smooth but honestly, nobodies skin is. Unless of course you’re an Asian…lucky fuckers! We all have wrinkels, lines, scars. That’s what attracts me to people. Imperfections. I love them. I am not a classic beauty fan. I like odd ball, imperfect, beauty. I want things to be wrong, break up the pefect lines. Filters fuck all of that up for me. So whats my point? None. I am just wasting your time here because I felt like saying dumb shit. But..thanks for listening!
I had to send Scott away again this morning. Since I have committed to being owned by David, it doesn’t feel right for Scott to see me naked anymore. Feels like cheating, and though I would cheat on David as a person, I am not going to cheat on his magnificent cock. Since that cock is attached to David, and it has the ability to bend me over and fuck me limp…David wins. Scott thinks I am shutting him out. And I am. He can still be my husband if he wants. He can still jerk off, and if he wants me to look at me, I’m okay with that. He will just have to look at me in clothes and eat his sperm for my viewing pleasure after he cums. Scott doesn’t think that’s fair, and he said he isn’t sure what he wants to do. I admit, I'm nervous. I feel like I’m at a crossroads in my marriage. I have been here before but it never took me this long to get here. Usually, within a year, my willing cuck is demanding we cease and desist all cuck and cheating activities…which I have always been not willing to do. I love Scott with all my heart, but to feel David’s 11-inch dick buried balls deep in my guts…well…I love David’s dick more. In my eyes, David’s dick is a living breathing being. I separate it from the man it’s attached to. Both physically and emotionally. I’m so thankful my holes bring such satisfaction to both David and his cock. I want them both to be happy. So happy they never want to be anywhere else but inside of me. It’s not a physical appearance thing. David isn’t what one would call attractive. He’s certainly anything but fit, and he’s not getting any thinner as time goes on. I keep telling him I think his dick will grow even more if he loses 40 or 50 lbs, but I guess he figures 11 inches is good enough. It’s sad to say, but I don’t love David. I love what David’s dick does to my pussy. So much so that I am putting my marriage at risk. This will make you cringe. Putting my marriage at risk is turning me on and making me want to run to David’s dick even more. If I were given an ultimatum, choose between Scott or David. I’m going with David. Not for David but for the log of meat swinging between his legs. Yes, the truth is I want a mans cock more than I want my husband. Scott is so much more attractive and in so much better shape, but the mere sight of David’s dick, in my eyes, shrinks him into a 2 ft tall crybaby troll with a micro penis. It is also amazingly exciting for me to think of Scott that way. Funny how a cock can command that kind of power. It certainly will cause me to make some very bad decisions. But I’m good with that. I admit it. I’m a sex addict. I spend my days thinking about sex, having sex, and looking at sex. Everywhere I go, I think about fucking the people I see. Admittedly, I’m so very good with all of that. Beats the hell out of drinking, smoking, and drugs in a massive way. Just the fact that even if I have one of my moments orgasms from David’s dick working its way through my intestines…30 minutes later, I can drive home safely, no if and or buts about it. Unless, of course, I’m distracted by fingering myself by thinking about how I just spread my ass cheeks so a man with a log for a dick turned my insides into soup. I suppose I could get a fingering and driving ticket.
I went all out on Rob yesterday. Took him in my pussy, my ass, my mouth, and all three holes felt his sperm pump out of the head of his dick. It's not a David dick, but it's close, and it's so perfectly beautiful. Not many cocks are stunningly attractive. His dick is. It's even more beautiful when it's pumping cum into my body. He pumped more than his share of jizz into me today, pretty much to the point his balls ran out and were dry heaving. His last load was in my mouth, and it was all I could do to suck a few ropes of cum out the shaft of his dick. His first load was a massive load he left in my pussy. It was still drooling out when he pumped his second load in my ass. So much so that both my asshole and pussy were leaking his cum at the same time. I had him hold a mirror to my holes so I could see. Here's the odd part. I didn't cum. I thought I was going to, but I missed it every damn time. I would get so close to tipping over the edge of a massive cum and then just miss it. I never fake it, so when Rob asked if I came, I told him no, and to his credit, he offered to do whatever it took. I think my pussy and ass are just so stretched out, and I came so much over the last few days that I just need a day or two to rest the holes. Rob got a little self-conscious about it, but I assured him his dick is in the top two of my list of cocks to slip inside myself. We got to talking about Scott, and I told him that David no longer allowed Scott to touch or see me naked. Rob worried that I might do the same thing to him as I do to Scott if David asked me to. If David asked, I would agree to exile Rob from my body. It would be a lie, but he doesn't need to know that. David only gets to rule over one man, and that's my husband. I assured Rob he would have access to all of my holes as often as he would like. He seemed to feel better about things when he left my house.
Scott came home, knocked on my door, and asked if I was decent. I almost rubbed one out, seeing his new-found obedience to David, his new master and rule maker. He is learning his place and role in my life. What it must be like to be such a big strong man reduced to such a sissy cunt for all the world to see. I wonder if he's truly happy with how life has turned out for him. Anyway, for being such a massive cuck, I let him look at the sperm on my bed sheets and had him smell it. Then, I sent him out to mow the lawn. Suffice to say, it was a great day.
Both Rob and David have picked up on their cuck game. Both have dicks over 9 inches, David almost 11 and fatter than Robs, but either one makes my husband look like he has a pinkie dick. I think the two are competing for the attention of my pussy, and I like that. They are saying and doing all the right things. The kind of things that makes my pussy melt. I came home from a session with David, which left my pussy stretched to its limits, massively gaped, and puddling cum in the cavern he left in my guts. David pretty much commanded me not to let Scott touch me, see me naked, or get the details of our session. I’m good with that. My pussy is ecstatic with that. I almost started fingering myself when I told Scott to get out of my room as I was undressing, that he wasn’t to see me without clothes on anymore. He said that was absurd. He was my husband. I agreed with him that though he was my husband, that didn’t change the fact that David owned my body, and his opinions and requests were more important than his because he was so much more of a man when it came to matters of the pussy. He thought I was joking. I was anything but joking. When he realized I wasn’t his face went white. He demanded to know where I was and what I was doing. The only thing I would tell him was I was with David, and he was satisfying my pussy in ways he never would be able to. And, if you think about it, that’s 100 percent true. His dick will never touch places deep in my guts that the head of David’s cock does. He owns my pussy in that respect, and therefore, he owns me, and what he says goes. I wish I could explain it. There is something about feeling the massively fat head of an 11-inch cock touching places inside of me that no one else can that makes me feel a special devotion to David. Is Scott worried about losing me to David or even Rob? I hope so. I hope it keeps him up at night, wondering how I feel about either of them. It’s a delicious feeling knowing the anxiety I am causing him. It makes me want to fuck David and Rob even more. I can almost taste the sperm sliding down my throat as one of them pumps sperm out of the tip of their cock into my mouth. It’s at this point I’m supposed to say I would never leave Scott…but I would. As horrible as it sounds, it would be a massive sexual thrill to put him through that. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, and it obviously upsets some folks and it doesn’t do much for sales on here. I am at a point in my life where I don’t care. I am in the prime of my sexual life, and I like what I like regardless of what others think. Who would have thought at 57 I would be having sex that is so powerfully good it’s scary? But I want more of it. Lots more of it. And I want it just the way I’m getting it. In addition, my life outside of sex is starting to revolve around sex, and I don’t mean professionally. My marriage is centered around me f-orce-cucking Scott. I have two wonderful bulls competing for the sole rights to my pussy. On top of that, my anal skills have gone off the charts. I sank all 11 inches of David’s fat cock deep in my colon. Granted, it took a half hour to get it balls deep, but once I did and he started deep stroking his dick in my intestines, I blew an orgasm gasket so hard things went dark for about 10 seconds. When he pumped his sperm deep into my guts, I had another orgasm so hard I went limp and couldn’t speak for several minutes while his jizz dribbled out of me. I actually heard and felt his dick pop from the suction when it slipped out of my asshole. I don’t know why I keep thinking about that sound but it’s driving me insane in a good way. And I want more. I want more, and I want more intense if that’s even possible. This sexual situation I am shoving down Scott’s throat is how I’m going to get them. So here I sit, my ass still wide open, typing this out, and Scott sits in the other room sulking. I refuse to allow him to see me naked or even in my bra. It just seems so right to impose this punishment on him, even though his only crime is having a dick half the size of Davids. Plus, Scott reads these things and thinks I don’t know. So, no more sugarcoating things because I know he will see it and take comfort in some of the things I say. I don’t want him comfortable. I want him anxious, hard, balls full of cum, and his only release will be by himself on the toilet with his hand pussy while another man breeds me in ways he will never be able to. Hence the reason other men own my pussy and make the rules.
Here's a quick little post before I head back out for another appointment, but just wanted to take a few selfies for ya 😜 Glasses off or on, what do you like best? Just curious 😉
