Let's get right to it. I'm zipping up my bags and moving in ..

Let's get right to it. I'm zipping up my bags and moving in with Shane, my boyfriend, until Tuesday morning. Four days of me worshipping his cock, letting him fuck me senseless, and draining every last drop of sperm from his balls while my husband, Scott, sits at home, probably unable to keep from jerking off his pathetic shame boner thinking about losing me to Shane. I love Scott, but nothing soaks my panties faster than piling on the humiliation, reducing him to jerking off to me while I give my heart and pussy to Shane. And trust me, this game's gotten much more intense since Shane, who's half Scott's age, got promoted over him and became his boss. My pussy drips constantly now that Shane is calling the shots over my husband at work.

I was nervous about moving in with Shane. Like keep you up at night, overthinking everything nervous. I didn't want to take things too far and push Scott over the edge. I eventually mentioned it to Scott. He didn't have much of a reaction but then finally said, "You're killing the sexual high we get out of this. You're not pushing me away. You're giving me everything I want and then some." That made me smile. I was worried about how he would react, and he admitted he wanted me to keep cranking up the intensity. Now I know. I feel like a huge weight was lifted. I need to stop worrying about him. Scott loves me, reducing him to nothing more than a friend who gets silly shame boners that I get to laugh at. I've been slacking on making that happen. He lives for it as much as I do, and I'm done second-guessing.

So, I'm packed, have my vibrator charged, sexy clothes ready, and my pussy is slobbering at the thought of being Shane's for four days. When his dick is inside of me, I'll be thinking about Shane being Scott's boss and imagining Scott, my husband, taking orders from the guy who's fucking his wife, the guy who's old enough to be his kid. Every time Shane signs off on Scott's work or calls him into a meeting, I want Scott to feel that gut punch of knowing Shane's not just pumping cum in my pussy. He's letting Scott know he owns me by making sly remarks at work. I want Scott to feel the shame of it, his cock getting hard against his will while he pictures my legs spread open for Shane, falling deeper in love with the man who's replacing him in every way. It's not just sex between myself and Shane, it's a deeply emotional and wildly addictive and I'm obessesed with rubbing it in.

I'll admit that my little panic attack dulled the thrill momentarily. But realizing Scott's all-in made me see this is our perversely filthy fantasy, and we are in it together. It's given me the freedom I need and I'm going all out these next four days. Shane's going to fuck me until my legs give out, of that I have no doubt. But I also know we will become a real couple, sharing things and enjoying each other, and I'm gonna make sure Scott feels every kiss, every moan, every second I'm wrapped in Shane's arms. I like that Scott likes to be humiliated. Because if there is one thing I love to do, it's that. I'll make him feel so small compared to Shane that he won't know what to do. By Tuesday, I'll be back home, kissing my husband, telling him how much I love Shane, and maybe sharing some details to see if his dick gets hard. It will. And he will have to take care of that all by his lonesome. I'm already dreaming up more ways to crush his ego. It's our thing. It's what we do, and neither of us would have it any other way.