Okay, it's my second week of living the dream four days a we..

Okay, it's my second week of living the dream four days a week with Shane, my boyfriend, and it's a rush that lights up every nerve in my body. I love my husband, Scott, I really do, but there's this wild, addictive thrill in piling on the emotional and sexual humiliation that I can't resist. It's my joy, my obsession, watching him shrink with shame while his dick betrays him with what I call his "shame boner." That's the magic, what drives me on so hard. I know his body screaming yes while his heart's breaking, and nothing has ever turned me on more.

Moving on, I've got a key to Shane's place, like I'm half-moved in. Clothes, toiletries, and me being me, a bag of vibrators also came along. I don't leave home without my battery-powered boyfriends. Yesterday, before Shane got off work, I laid out on his king-sized bed, fired up my favorite vibe, thought about moving in with my husband's boss, and worked my massive clit until I was shaking. I filmed the whole thing, zoomed in on the action, and sent it to Shane. Later, Shane told me he dropped the bomb. He called Scott into his office and showed him the video of his wife getting off on his boss's bed. When it was over, he told him to get back to work. I'm dying to know what Scott's face looked like. Did his eyes bug out? Did he squirm? And most importantly, did that pathetic dick of his pop a shame boner right there in Shane's office? I wonder if he went somewhere private to touch himself, thinking of me on Shane's bed. The thought of his humiliation makes me uncomfortable, but in an amazingly good way, if that makes sense. It makes me laugh imagining him rushing to the bathroom to jerk off, picturing his wife on his boss's sheets. Humiliation level: fucking galactic.

Shane got home at 6 and by 6:15, I had his cock buried so deep in my pussy that it felt like he was rearranging my organs. He pumped me full of cum until it was squirting out around his dick, making this wet, sloppy queef sound that had me laughing. It had to be a massive load to do that because when he pulled out, his jizz was still pouring out of me like a damn faucet. I couldn't help but think it would've been hot to swallow that load instead. There's something about gulping down a huge wad of thick slimy cum that's just… satisfying. It sits heavy in your stomach like you drank a protein shake straight from a man's dick. You'd have to feel it to get it. I didn't cum, but that's okay. The earlier rubout session had me spent. But to Shane's credit, I was close, teetering on the edge. No complaints, as it was still hot as hell.

We went out with another couple that night, and I was living for the fact that I was sitting there, chatting and laughing, with Shane's cum still swimming around inside me, leaking out bit by bit, leaving a wet spot on the back of my dress. It's a secret only I know, making me feel like I belong to Shane now.

Nothing super eventful after that, so fast forward to this morning. I woke Shane up with his dick in my mouth, sliding it down my throat, feeling the head of it start to grow. While I'm sucking him off, I'm thinking about Scott, wondering if he even slept knowing his wife's not just fucking his boss but living with him more than I live with him. That thought got me so wet I started fingering myself, then bent over the bed, ass up, begging Shane to breed me. He didn't hesitate. He slammed his dick into me from behind, and when he slipped a finger in my asshole, I lost control. I came so hard I wasn't sure I would make it through without blacking out. It was the most extended, most intense orgasm of my life, like my whole body shut down, and I was a screaming, shaking mess. I don't even know what I said or did, and I didn't care. Shane wasn't laughing either—he looked me dead in the eyes and said he was happy he could make me cum like that, then fucked me until he shot another load of his thick ball snot deep in my pussy. When he pulled out, he kissed me like he meant it and dropped three words that hit like a freight train: "I love you."

My heart fucking exploded. I tried to suck Shane's dick hard again to celebrate, but his dick was tapped out. Still, I'm so excited because now it's official. Shane and I are in deep, and I am dying to tell Scott the good news. I need to see his face when I say his boss loves me. I want to see if his dick makes a cuck fool of him, popping that shame boner while he processes that I'm in a serious relationship with his boss. I know it's odd, but I live for this—the look in his eyes, the way his body betrays him. My husband's reactions are the driving force of all of this.

It's later in the afternoon, and we're about to head to the beach, just 100 yards from my house. I'm hoping my neighbors spot us, Shane's arm around me, my pussy still wet from his cum and the thought of their gossip. It turns me on just thinking about it. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.