It's been an amazing Sunday. My clit is still buzzing from t..

It's been an amazing Sunday. My clit is still buzzing from the kind of fuck that may have rewired my brain. My ass is still tingling with that still stretched feeling of Shane's cock turning my asshole into a cum factory that made me see stars. His jizz is still inside me, a sticky, slippery trophy letting me know he owned every inch of my body. I love knowing that my ass made Shane's dick explode deep in my guts. That's power that a man won't understand, power that I get high on. I'm going to rewind a bit because the real sex started in, of all places, Lowe's,

.

Shane and I were there, hand-in-hand, shopping for dishwashers for his place, or as he puts it, our place, the home I now share with the man who makes my pussy a literal slip and slide. It was like a movie because all of a sudden, there's Scott, my husband, hauling cinder blocks for our old front porch. The moment our eyes locked, I felt a jolt straight to my cunt. His face was so perfect. Pure shock, defeat, and something else, like his world was crumbling right there in the aisle. Seeing his wife, me, holding hands with his boss, the man I live with now, the man who fucks me senseless, had to feel like a sledgehammer to his balls. My pussy was instantly soaked, my clit got hard just as fast. It was such an incredible thrill!. Shane didn't miss a beat. He immediately said, "Hey Scott, how's it going?" slinging his arm around me like we had been together forever. I swear, I could've dropped to my knees and sucked his cock right there at the self-checkout, the sexual heat was that intense. Scott shrank, visibly, like he wanted to crawl away from the weight and hide. My husband, who used to be the one holding my hand, was reduced to a shadow the second he saw us together. As mean as it sounds, my clit was so hard it hurt watching this wildly awkward and humilating situation for my husband. I caught Scott's eyes looking away, and then he turned to the checkout machine. Thinking back on it, I think he was hiding something. A boner, maybe? I will never understand how he can get a hard-on from what has to be crushing humiliation and shame from seeing his wife claimed by another man. I like it though, it never fails to make my pussy twitch.

Shane wasn't done. He walked over to Scott in a very casual manner and started asking about his work. Shane is half Scott's age, twice as hot, and his boss, and now his superior in almost every way. The same job where Scott used to hold Shane back, probably because he knew I was drooling over him. I have to hand it to Shane, he's taken Scott's job, his wife, his pride, and the joy he gets from rubbing it in is so sexy I can barely stand it. I was practically cumming just watching my husband squirm under the weight of the situation.

The things that sticks with me the most, makes my clit buzzz is the way Shane looked back at me and said, "Ready to go, babe?" Like he owned me...which he does. When we passed Scott, I said, "I'll see you later this week," as if he were just some guy I know, not the man whose ring I still wear. The truth hit me like a freight train: Shane and I are the real couple now. Something I have always wanted to happen. I love knowing Scott's the outsider and realizing that has my clit begging to feel Shane's dick again just to drive that point deeper.

We barely made it home. Two minutes through the door, Shane's tongue was in my ass, his fingers in my dripping pussy, and I was gone. I knew he wanted my ass, so I popped in a butt plug to stretch myself for him. I like saying that. Stretching myself for him. It feels good to give myself to him that way. I sucked the head of his perfect cock, giving my ass time to widen for his cock. When he was twitching in my mouth I yanked the plug out, threw my ass in the air, and begged him to wreck me. And wreck me he did. Shane fucked my ass with a drive I've never seen. While his dick was doing wondeful things to my insides he admitted his enthusiasm was fueled by the high of humiliating Scott. When he said that, I came so hard I lost track of reality, and I now know what it means to have your mind shattered. Minutes later, he unloaded his balls deep inside me, and even now, I can still feel it, slick and heavy, occasionally dripping out.

Its funny how that moment at Lowe's, seeing Scott look down, not wanting to see his wife holding another mans hand, lit a fire in Shane that made him fuck me like a man possessed. How do I feel about it? I want it to happen again. I want Scott to see us, to feel the weight of Shane's arm around me, to know I'm his wife, but I'm Shane's woman. I really do like the way that sounds.