Yesterday, I was fried after four straight days and nights w..

Yesterday, I was fried after four straight days and nights with Shane. He fucked me senseless and made me feel perfect, but I needed to come down. I grabbed my stuff and went to the beach alone to hang out and think about how perfect my time was with Shane, knowing I'd be back again every Friday from now on. I wore my bikini that was barely a scrap covering my tits and pussy—and laid out to bake in the sun, letting the waves relax me.

My phone buzzed, and I dug it out, and it was Jake texting. It's been a while since I have seen him. I have been too wrapped up with Shane. He said he was off work, heading to the beach, and wanted to know if I could hang out. When he said he missed me, my pussy twitched, but my heart did too—Jake's always had a piece of me, deep, real feelings that hit hard even if he's not Shane. Shane's number one and is holding firm, but Jake's in my soul, and that mix of lust and love messes with me, but in the best of ways. I told him I was already there, gave him my spot, and said see you soon.

15 minutes later, his truck was parked next to my Jeep. I watched him walk down the sand, and I admit, he looked good. His body's insane, and that V leading to his dick... causes me to make bad decisions. His swim trunks hugged his bulge, and I was already wet, my clit throbbing hard. He's not Shane, but he does it for me, and those feelings for him churned in my chest, making me want him badly.

He plopped on my blanket, and we bullshitted for a minute, how I was, what he's been doing. He said I looked hot, his eyes all over my body. I said he looked good as well, staring at his chest, wanting to touch it, my pussy making me realize how much I've missed him. Then he put his hand on my thigh, squeezed, and kissed me, tongue shoving in my mouth. My pussy was soaked, lips swollen, ready for him, and those emotions for him, love, need, everything—made it hit harder deep inside me...mostly in my pussy, but still, I admit, I get butterflies for him.

It didn't take long and we grabbed our stuff and went to his truck. The doors shut, and it was on. I yanked his trunks down, his cock springing out, hard as steel, thick, veins popping. I grabbed it, stroked it rough, then leaned down and licked the tip, salty precum hitting my tongue. I sucked him hard, taking him deep, loving the feeling of his cock as it hit my throat, spit running down my chin. He groaned, hand in my hair, fucking my mouth a little. I loved it, loved how he tasted, like sex and need, loved him, even if Shane's my leading man now.

I felt him tense, about to blow, so I stopped. "Watch me," I said, pulling my bikini bottoms aside, showing him my dripping pussy. I rubbed my clit fast, fingers sliding in my wetness, spreading my lips so he could see everything. He stared, jerking himself, eyes wild. I fingered myself, two fingers in, then three, fucking my pussy while he watched, my tits bouncing as I moved. Then I told him to touch me. He rubbed my clit, hard and fast, then shoved his fingers in my cunt, pumping deep, stretching me. I grabbed his cock, stroking him, our hands a blur.

I came first, screaming, my pussy squeezing his fingers, juices gushing down my thighs, soaking the seat. Jake came right after, his cum shooting out, thick and hot, one rope of jizz hit the truck's roof with a splat, his cock jerking in my hand. That set me off again. I rubbed my clit, watching his cum drip, and came so hard I saw stars, my pussy pulsing, body shaking, to the point I forgot about not only my husband but Shane as well. It happens, especially when you cum that hard.

We sat there, breathing hard, clothes fucked up. Jake said to come to his place, but I said no, I've got things to do. "Hit me up tomorrow," I told him, but I knew I wouldn't see him. I kissed him, climbed out, and got in my Jeep. Driving home, I felt it all, those feelings for Jake, but knowing Shane's grip on me, body and soul, is stronger. Jake knows he's second. Takes what I give him, no bitching. I love him more for accepting that, my pussy thanks him as well. I am grateful for all of them. I love this life, this rush, fucking other guys and feeling everything so deep it hurts. The best part is that Scott was at work. No clue I was with Jake. I can't wait to tell him every detail, watch his face as I tell him how I feel about both Shane and Jake and the things I do to their dicks, knowing he will try and hide his shame boner and deny he is hooked as much as I am that his wife is pursuing other men.