Look, I spent the night last night with Shane, and it was un..

Look, I spent the night last night with Shane, and it was unreal. Waking up this morning, my pussy was still slippery from his cum, my ass stretched from how he owned it with his dick, and I felt like a goddamn queen. Shane was stretched out nude, sleeping, his limp dick just lying there, practically begging me to suck it dry. I wanted to, bad, but life got in the way. So I just kissed the tip, a little tease for myself, got dressed, and headed home. Knowing I'll get to drink his cum later today, that it'll taste even better after craving it all day, has me all kinds of worked up. It's not just the sex. It's the raw emotions and deep feelings that the sex has created. Shane can have me whenever he wants...and I want him to have me every day. It's also knowing I will go home and share my thoughts with my husband, who I converted into a roommate. A perfect roommate at that.

Quit reading if my obsession with humiliating Scott makes you cringe because today's gonna be brutal for him, and I've got butterflies for him just thinking about it. My husband's at the shop all day, working under Shane, who I spent last night with, who fucked me senseless. Shane snatched the job Scott wanted, reversing the roles of Scott from boss to employee. I can't stop picturing Scott sitting across from Shane, knowing that cock was inside me, knowing I screamed Shane's name. The mental emasculation must be crushing, like his balls are shrinking with every second. Last night, in a post-cum haze, I told Shane I loved him—don't know if I meant it, but it felt like it would be a good punch in the balls for Scott later. And I'm just getting started. I'm heading to the shop for a lunch date with Shane. Everyone's gonna see me walk in, think I'm there for Scott, then watch me leave with Shane while Scott sits there, drowning in shame. In minutes, I'll have Shane's cock in my mouth, and every employee will know Scott's wife chose his boss. Just thinking about how pitiful they will feel for him, whispering about how "She's with Shane and Scott's just taking it...while his wife is taking it!" makes my head spin and my clit stupid hard. I don't know why it gets me so wet, but I'm very high on the power of making Scott feel small. I know...harsh. But I'm an addict, so it's not going to stop.

And here's the kicker that really gets me. When I tell Scott I love Shane more and when I go on about how I crave Shane's cum inside me, Scott's face looks like I've punched him, but his dick gets hard. It's like his body's betraying him, popping a shame boner while his heart's breaking. Why the fuck does that happen? Part of me thinks it's because he's wired to get off on the humiliation like the pain of being replaced by a younger, hotter guy who flips some twisted switch. Maybe it's the raw sex talk—my words hit him hard and his body can't help but react. Or maybe it's the power dynamic, Shane being everything Scott isn't, or at least not anymore. Shane has become dominant, confident, and in charge. Whatever it is, that erection is proof I'm winning, that I'm tearing him down, and it drives me wild. Seeing his dick hard while his eyes scream hurt makes my clit throb like nothing else. I feel like I'm Scott's puppet master, pulling strings to make his dick betray him, and the sexual high of that kind of control is better than any orgasm. I'm obsessed with pushing it further, seeing how much he can take, how hard he'll get when I rub his face in it. It's fucked up, and I can't get enough.