I just spent my first few days living part-time with Shane, ..

I just spent my first few days living part-time with Shane, and I'm still shocked at how perfect it feels. Honestly, I wish I had done this so much sooner, even with other boyfriends from the past. My pussy is constantly wet, and my clit is sore from being hard as a rock most of the day. Being with Shane for four days straight, knowing my husband Scott's at home alone, is the most intoxicating thing I've ever felt. It's so darkly perverse, and it hits me hard right in the gut but in the sexiest way possible. I love spending more time with Shane than my husband. I have changed the course of my marriage, and every second of it makes me drip.

Sometimes, I completely forgot I was ever married to Scott. Especially when Shane's dick was buried in me, pumping cum deep in my guts. Knowing I now live with Shane, at least most of the week, confirms that my body and heart belong to Shane. I am completely his. I wake him up with his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick, tasting the man who's taken Scott's place. I swallow every drop of his sperm, wishing he'd give me more. It's like his cum sliding down my throat brings me closer to him, and at this point, I can't get enough. This morning with the head of Shane's cock twitching between my lips, I pictured Scott at home, alone in our bed, while I was worshipping the cock that owns me now. That thought alone doesn't just make me wet. It makes me feel completely satisfied in a weird way, as if this is how our marriage was meant to be.

I'm back home now, just for a bit, grabbing a few things to leave at Shane's before I head back. Tonight will be my fourth night at Shanes. But being here, in my house, I can't stop touching myself. My clit's throbbing so hard it hurts, thinking about Scott at work, having to face Shane. Shane has fucked me in every hole I have for the past three nights, and he's made me beg for more cum and made me want him even more than I thought possible. I know Shane will find a way to rub it in, to let Scott know I'm his now...how he has made me obsessed with him. He loves dominating Scott, humiliating him in that subtle, smirking way of his, and I love it, too. It's so hot, knowing Scott's probably getting that shame boner, his cock betraying him, getting hard at the thought of Shane taking me away. I can picture it. Scott trying to hide the wet spots in his pants from his co-workers, his dick leaking because he's so turned on and at the same time, massively ashamed that everyone knows that I belong to Shane now. It's pathetic, but it makes my pussy clench just thinking about it.

Here's a mildly strange thought. Scott's shame dick, betraying him like that, is, against all odds of reasonable thinking, making him the most important man in my life right now. It's his reaction, that pathetic, leaking hard-on that is fueling how incredible my days with Shane are. Knowing Scott's turned on by his own humiliation by the man I'm now living with makes every moment with Shane more intense, both sexually and emotionally, and I'm obsessed with how it makes my life feel so perfect. And somehow, our twisted sexual perversions, combining my thrill in Shane's dominance over my husband and Scott's arousal in his own defeat, have created the absolute perfect marriage. I get it. For most of you, it's a fucked-up kind of thing that's hard to understand, where my pleasure with Shane and Scott's humiliated desire feeds off each other, making every orgasm I have with Shane impossibly good. I wonder if Scott is jerking his pathetic dick off to massive cums thinking about me with Shane. I have been thinking about that a lot. I need to know. I'll ask him tomorrow night when he gets home from work.