Funny, it's been almost a day, and it's like I can still fee..

Funny, it's been almost a day, and it's like I can still feel Shane's dick in my ass. I went with Shane to this Irish pub to meet with three other couples. I knew them, but not super well, but I find that being on Shane's arm, letting everyone see he owns me, is a high I can't explain. Even better is telling my husband Scott, casually like it's no big deal, that I was going out with Shane, his newly appointed boss at the shop. The look on Scott's face it's a mix of defeat and powerlessness. It should make me feel sorry for putting him through this, but it drives me harder to take things further. Every time Shane beats him at work, with me, it's this sexual thrill that lights me up. Add to it, Shane gets off on Scott's humiliation, rubbing it in that he's lost me to a man half his age who now forbids him from seeing me naked. I love Shane's cocky power rule. It makes my pussy drip.

I went to Shane's place and we left directly to the pub. Shane and I were all over each other. Making out, handsy as fuck, his hands on my ass, him fondling my tits right there in front of everyone. I didn't care who saw it. I wanted them to know I'm Shane's. I was dying to drop to my knees and suck his cock right there, but made me wait. That tease just made me wetter. I did sit down with the other women for a bit, and they had questions. One asked about my porn career, and I was straight with her. I told her it was the best decision I ever made. My only regret is not starting in my 20s instead of my late 30s. Another girl asked if I could help her get into it. I told her I'd do what I could, but the game's changed, now it's all about OnlyFans and DIY hustle. Sad but true.

Then, they asked about what they wanted to know. They wondered how it felt to be there, making out with Shane, grabbing his dick, knowing everyone knew I was married to Scott but taking Shane's cock every chance I got. They wanted to see if I felt bad for Scott. If it was awkward being around people who knew I was married to Scott. I tried to explain, but I fumbled with it. It's hard to put into words. So, I went with the truth: I am addicted to humiliating Scott. It's not just that Shane's better, which he is. It's that I get off on letting Scott know he's lost me to him. Every time Shane fucks me, I can't wait to rub it in Scott's face, it's like I'm twisting the knife, and that power makes my pussy drip. I didn't say it, but I loved that everyone at that pub knew I was Shane's cum-slut, that Scott's wife was owned by his boss. There is zero guilt. I want Scott to feel small, to know he's nothing compared to Shane, and I want the world to see it. It's this massive sexual rush that keeps getting stronger. After I explained that as well as I could, I could see the shock, but with the one wife, I could see the gears turning in her head, and she caught me as we were leaving and asked if she could text me. I said sure and gave her my number. Haven't heard from her yet.

When we got back to Shane's place, it was on. He didn't waste time. He ripped my clothes off, bent me over, and upped the game. Shane fingered my asshole, slow and deep. Then he slipped the head of his fat cock right in. He didn't ask, he just fucking did it, and that power move made me his even more. Ass sex isn't always my thing. I have to be in the mood. But something about knowing it was Shane's thick cock head stretching my ass, pushing in slow, moving my guts around inside me, it flipped a switch. At first, it was tight, uncomfortable, like my ass was fighting it. But knowing it was Shane's dick in my guts...that made me crave it. I didn't just want it, I needed it deeper, needed to please him, to offer him my ass like a gift. Every inch he pushed in, stretching me wider, rearranging me, made me want him in ways I didn't know existed. His dick in my ass made me his, completely, and that feeling alone had my pussy dripping.

When Shane got balls deep, I lost it. I came so hard I couldn't tell what was real anymore. Reality disappeared, and all I knew was that his cock was filling me. I can't explain it fully, I was in a haze. Then he started really fucking my ass, and I was gone. No idea where I was or who I was. I just needed to feel his balls slap my ass with every stroke and experience that sensation as the head of his cock hit places inside me that don't get touched often. It was intense, like he was repositioning my insides via my asshole with his dick.

When Shane finally unloaded his cum deep in my guts, I had another orgasm, but this one was different. It wasn't sharp or intense—it was long and dull, like a slow, heavy wave that kept rolling through me. Strange, almost eerie, but so good I'm already obsessed with chasing it again. I can't stop thinking about it. Anyway, I'm off course here. In the end, pun intended, his slimy ball snot filled me, and I swear it felt like it was settling in like his jizz was exactly where it needed to be. It's kind of weird, but I have a strong need for his cum. Thinking that his cum is a living piece of him straight from his balls, and now it's inside of me, and a part of me drives me insane. What I do know is that I need more of those long, weird orgasms. I need to figure out how his dick triggered that. Guess I'll have to get right on that!