Brandon pumped a load down my throat when he was taking me h..

Brandon pumped a load down my throat when he was taking me home. I pumped a load down my throat because I was the one in control of his dick. Brandon’s dick may be attached to him, but when I have it in my mouth…his dick belongs to me at that point. I purposely backed off on the drive over because I wanted him to feed me cum when we were parked in the driveway. Why? So I could go straight in the house with my lips and tongue still slimy from the sperm Brandon blew in my mouth and then kissed Scott with a huge sloppy cum kiss. Immediately afterward, I put Scott’s finger in my pussy and let him feel what was left of Brandon’s cum that was still inside of me. I could see the jizz on his fingers, and I made him lick them clean for me. That wasn’t good enough for me. So I pushed him down on the bed, climbed on his face, and ordered him to commence cleaning the jizz out of my pussy. I didn’t think I would get off from that because I had already cum so much, but I had pretty good cum. It was not as good as the several that Brandon gave me, but still, a solid orgasm. It pushed all of Brandon’s leftover cum onto his face and into his mouth. Something about knowing my husband now has Brandon’s jizz in his belly just like I do…it’s not only an intoxicating power trip but a vast sexual turn-on…for the both of us. At least, it is for me. I know Scott’s dick was a piece of granite the entire time, so it can’t be all that bad for him, either.

Now usually, I give Scott details about my night out, who fucked me, and how. It’s what cucks live for. But tonight, I wanted details. I wanted to know what happened after we left. And I got more than I bargained for in the best of ways. Scott, not so much. It got very awkward for him. After we left, several of his friends sat down with him and Brandon's father and asked him if he knew that Brandon was fucking me. He tried to change the subject, but they wouldn’t let it go. Brandon’s father was uncomfortable, so he got up and left, leaving Scott alone. They told him I was there last week without him and that Brandon and I were making out in the back. They said Brandon told them he fucked me so good that after I came, I couldn’t talk…which was absolutely true, so no arguments there. They didn’t understand how he could be so calm with his friend's son fucking his wife stupidly right in front of his face. They even asked him if he got off on that kind of stuff. I wish he would have said yes, but instead, he finally said he wasn’t going to talk about it and got up and left. He admitted he jerked off on the way home in the car. That made me feel good. I was a bit worried I may have pushed him too far. Not that I would tone it down with Brandon, I wouldn’t. Knowing I can go further without the stress of wondering if I went too far is good. I plan on going a lot further. I have some good ideas already.