I went to a Superbowl party and ended up being the tight end..

I went to a Superbowl party and ended up being the tight end for Jake’s cock, who pumped my colon full of cum. It’s a long story, so I’ll try and shorten it up, but there are some completely delicious mental moments that I can’t quit thinking about. So, I’m going to share them. The mental moments are my biggest turn-on, so bear with me. Here we go. Sunday, Scott had a party planned. About ten people were coming over. He spent the day getting everything ready, and about half an hour before people were supposed to arrive, I walked out dressed to fuck. He asked why I was wearing such an outfit and I explained I was going with Jake to his Superbowl party. He got very upset, letting me know how much work he put into setting everything up, and wanted to know why I didn’t tell him sooner. I told him Jake just called 30 minutes ago. Scott demanded that I didn’t go. I just laughed and told him I had already chosen Jake over him.

Telling my husband to his face that I have chosen another man over him is such a sexual thrill I get wet just thinking about it. Watching his face drop in such a defeated way as he realizes that I have willingly given myself to Jake, who can now claim me as his. In a way, I feel for Scott because the more excruciating and humiliating it is for Scott, the further I want to go. Even worse for Scott, it’s an addiction for me now. I can’t stop, and I don’t want to. So, I left the house and met Jake at Twin Peaks where he and a large group of people he knows were there. I was fired up, clit was huge and hard, pussy was slippery wet. I wanted to fuck. So I spent my time with my hand under the table rubbing on Jake’s hard cock. I finally convinced him to take me to my Jeep and fuck me. All I could think about was Scott was at home, having to explain to his friends where I was at the very moment he was doing that here I was…with a perfect man with a perfect body and a perfect cock that was about to make soup out of my insides. When we got to my Jeep, I sucked Jake hard, and the only thing I could think of was shoving Jake’s dick in my ass and jerking it off with my colon. It seemed so perfect. He sat in the passenger seat, and I climbed on, and though it took a while, I sat on his cock until it was balls deep in my guts. Once I got used to the size of his dick in my asshole, I rode it nice and slow until his balls pumped my ass full of his sperm. He came down off of his cum high and unexpectedly told me he loved me. I unexpectedly said it back and immediately turned myself into a cum retard as I had a fantastic anal orgasm thinking about how I was going to tell Scott about saying “I love you” to Jake. I came so hard Jake complained about how hard my ass was squeezing his still-hard cock. My but squeezed his dick so hard Jake’s jizz squeezed out around his dick and got all over his legs and my passenger car seat.

After it was all said and done, Jake was proud of himself that I had such a mind-blowing orgasm…and he should be. What I didn’t tell Jake was that I was thinking about Scott. I don’t think he would understand. I also didn’t tell Jake that I don’t “love him” in the way he thinks I do. I said it in cum delusional trance. These things happen. And I do love him, just not how he wants me to. He has no idea that, weirdly, I’m using Jake as much, if not more, than I am Scott for my selfish sexual reasons. Scott knows what I’m up to. Jake thinks it is all him giving me the fucks of my life. Which, in a way, he is, just in a roundabout way.