I found something really good with Shane. I love walking int..

I found something really good with Shane. I love walking into that shop, the way they all look at me—Scott's coworkers, all those guys who know why I'm there. I make sure I dress the part, knowing they're watching me head straight for Shane. It's like I'm making a statement that, yes, I'm his, I belong to Shane now. I can feel them looking at us when Shane and I leave for his lunch break. They know. They all know. It makes my pussy drool when they turn and stare at Scott to see his reaction to his wife leaving with Shane. I wonder what they might be thinking about. When we come back, I see them turning around to look. I'm sure they know my thighs are still slick from where Shane's been, his cum still warm inside me. It's like a secret for everyone to see, and it makes my clit throbs so hard I can barely walk straight.

Why do I like bowing down to the cock of a 30-year-old? It's the power of it. Shane's cocky, and he takes, takes what he wants. He took Scott's job, his role as my man, and now he's got me, spreading my legs and taking his cum for him like it's as natural as breathing. My body can't say no, and neither can my mind. It's not just the sex—though, fuck, it's the best I've ever had—it's how Shane, like me, wants everyone to know that I am undoubtedly his. He wants them to see me leave with him, see me come back, obviously fucked. It's their looks, and I swear they know Shane's sperm is swimming inside of me. Watching them watch me makes my clit so hard I could almost cum. And the whispers they don't even hide how Scott's wife is getting railed by Shane just add to the high.

This company event's coming up, and I'm going with Shane. I'm nervous, and my stomach's knotted thinking about it. But I'm fingering myself raw thinking about it. I picture us walking in, hand in hand, like we're the couple of the night. Everyone will see...Scott's coworkers, their wives, the whole crew. They'll see me holding Shane's arm, my fingers laced with his, kissing him right there in front of them. It would be hot in some ways if Scott were there. I know he won't be, but I'm touching myself, thinking how my husband will be there by himself, reduced to just some guy in the crowd, an outsider watching his wife become Shane's woman. That thought makes my pussy so wet I can't think straight. But I think it's probably even hotter if Scott just stays away, letting everyone know Shane and I have made him irrelevant in this relationship.

It gets dirtier in my head. I keep imagining slipping away to the bathroom with Shane, dropping to my knees, his cock in my throat. I want to feel his cum shooting straight from his balls into my mouth, slimy and hot, sliding down into my belly. I get so fucking turned on by drinking him like that, bowing to him, grateful he's letting me feed on his dick. But the most critical part is, sexually, I want them to know—all those people at the event, I want them to sense it when we come back that I emptied Shane, my throat still warm from his load, that I'm Shane's in a way that's bigger than just a fling.

I'll be honest. It's fucking with my head. When I tell Scott I belong to Shane now, that I'm in love with him more than I ever was with him, he's upset—I can see it in his face and hear it in his voice...but he gets hard. I see. I have been so confused by it I have reached out to touch it to make sure...and it's hard as granite. I know he's slipping into the bathroom to jerk off when I'm done with him. For some reason, that bothers me, and I don't get why. I'm giving myself to another man, that Shane's cock owns me, and Scott's getting off on it. It shouldn't bug me—I'm literally living for Shane right now, for the rush, for the way everyone knows I'm Shane's woman now—but it does. It's become something I can't get out of my mind. I wonder if he's getting hard at work, too, when his coworkers whisper about Shane bending me over, pumping his cock into my guts. Does he feel that same twisted excitement as I do when he hears them talk about how I'm Shane's now? It's weird that I care because it feels like Shane's everything I want. But somehow, in some twisted way, I want Scott just a little more. Does Scott know that? As unconfident as Scott seems, is it just an act? How could a man get such a rock of a hard-on under this kind of humiliation? Is he into the humiliation, the same way I'm into humiliating him? Does he jerk off at the thought of everyone knowing I'm Shane's? I don't know, and it bugs me that I'm even thinking about it. I want to keep living this, keep feeling this high, but I can't shake the worry that Scott's getting something out of it, too, and I don't know that I like that. I want him to feel the full weight of what I'm doing to him...and when I drop a ten-ton brick on him...his dick stands straight up. It feels like he's playing me. It's one piece I can't quite fit. For now...I'm going to keep things exactly as they are. I don't know what else to do. He may be trickier than I thought. If so...game on!