Dinner was fun tonight. I took great joy in telling my husba..

Dinner was fun tonight. I took great joy in telling my husband how I begged for Shane's cock and how deeply I felt for him, a man half his age who is now his boss. I had to touch myself under the table...I couldn't help it. My clit was so big and hard I had no choice. I didn't tell him about Jake. I probably will tomorrow after he faces Shane at work.

Anyway, to the point. Scott sat across from me at the kitchen table. He was in a pretty good mood. He hasn't had to face Shane yet, but he will tomorrow so I thought this would be a good time to let him know my feelings. I just got straight to the point. I casually said, "You know, Shane is "better at everything. His cock, his job, the way he makes me cum. I crave it. Every time he fucks me, I forget about you just a little more." Though, in all honestly, I do look at Shane's cum dripping dick fresh out of my pussy and think about how I will never let Scott feel that again." Just saying that makes my clit throb...it really does.

My pussy was in a mood, and the head of my clit was so big and hard it looked like the head of a man's cock. It made me want to crank it up heavy on Scott tonight. So, I slid Shane's text to me from earlier across the table. "Can't wait to see you tonight. I've been thinking about you all day. Love you!"

I replied,  "I'll get there as soon as I can, and love you back!"

His face dropped, and he told me to stop it, but I noticed he was trying to hide something. I watched his hand move toward his crotch, trying to cover his perverted erection. "Still getting hard for this, huh?" I said. "Even knowing he's your boss now. The man who took your life, your pride, your place in my bed, and taken my body from you. And here you sit, getting hard knowing I feel more for Shane than I do you. How is that possible?" I asked him. He wouldn't answer. That's okay. I will never tell him how much I love that about him. He doesn't need to know. It might change the dynamic.

I could see Scott looking at my hard clit, and I said, "You'd beg for even a taste, wouldn't you? To feel what he does to me? But it's not going to happen. You can sit there with your silly hard-on...which you should be ashamed of, while I go to him. Again. And again."

I stood and left him there like that. I got myself ready and headed out the door. I drove to Shane's as wet as I have ever been, thinking about Scott at home, alone, fingers wrapped around his humiliating erection, imagining Shane's cock replacing him a little bit more with each stroke of his cock in my pussy, and that made my pussy drip more.

Why is this a turn-on? I have no idea. Why does Scott get a raging hard-on when he knows I want Shane more than I do him? Again, I don't know. I don't care. We are both obviously into some serious kinks that most people would run from. Again, I don't care. All I want is Scott to cum, picturing me riding Shane's younger, stronger body. Knowing his boss, the man he now reports to is the only one who makes me scream. That's the power of the pussy...and I like the way I use that power on Scott. Scott's face will say that he doesn't feel the same, but it's obvious his dick feels the same way I do. How weird that must be to have your brain say one thing, and your dick do the complete opposite. It never ceases to amaze me how Scott's dick can get hard, knowing I would rather be with another man. It's what I call our "marriage-saver shame boner." I can't imagine myself being married to anyone else. What are the odds I could find a guy who gets hard under these circumstances? Slim to none.