Both Rob and David have picked up on their cuck game. Both h..

Both Rob and David have picked up on their cuck game. Both have dicks over 9 inches, David almost 11 and fatter than Robs, but either one makes my husband look like he has a pinkie dick. I think the two are competing for the attention of my pussy, and I like that. They are saying and doing all the right things. The kind of things that makes my pussy melt. I came home from a session with David, which left my pussy stretched to its limits, massively gaped, and puddling cum in the cavern he left in my guts. David pretty much commanded me not to let Scott touch me, see me naked, or get the details of our session. I’m good with that. My pussy is ecstatic with that. I almost started fingering myself when I told Scott to get out of my room as I was undressing, that he wasn’t to see me without clothes on anymore. He said that was absurd. He was my husband. I agreed with him that though he was my husband, that didn’t change the fact that David owned my body, and his opinions and requests were more important than his because he was so much more of a man when it came to matters of the pussy. He thought I was joking. I was anything but joking. When he realized I wasn’t his face went white. He demanded to know where I was and what I was doing. The only thing I would tell him was I was with David, and he was satisfying my pussy in ways he never would be able to. And, if you think about it, that’s 100 percent true. His dick will never touch places deep in my guts that the head of David’s cock does. He owns my pussy in that respect, and therefore, he owns me, and what he says goes. I wish I could explain it. There is something about feeling the massively fat head of an 11-inch cock touching places inside of me that no one else can that makes me feel a special devotion to David. Is Scott worried about losing me to David or even Rob? I hope so. I hope it keeps him up at night, wondering how I feel about either of them. It’s a delicious feeling knowing the anxiety I am causing him. It makes me want to fuck David and Rob even more. I can almost taste the sperm sliding down my throat as one of them pumps sperm out of the tip of their cock into my mouth. It’s at this point I’m supposed to say I would never leave Scott…but I would. As horrible as it sounds, it would be a massive sexual thrill to put him through that. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, and it obviously upsets some folks and it doesn’t do much for sales on here. I am at a point in my life where I don’t care. I am in the prime of my sexual life, and I like what I like regardless of what others think. Who would have thought at 57 I would be having sex that is so powerfully good it’s scary? But I want more of it. Lots more of it. And I want it just the way I’m getting it. In addition, my life outside of sex is starting to revolve around sex, and I don’t mean professionally. My marriage is centered around me f-orce-cucking Scott. I have two wonderful bulls competing for the sole rights to my pussy. On top of that, my anal skills have gone off the charts. I sank all 11 inches of David’s fat cock deep in my colon. Granted, it took a half hour to get it balls deep, but once I did and he started deep stroking his dick in my intestines, I blew an orgasm gasket so hard things went dark for about 10 seconds. When he pumped his sperm deep into my guts, I had another orgasm so hard I went limp and couldn’t speak for several minutes while his jizz dribbled out of me. I actually heard and felt his dick pop from the suction when it slipped out of my asshole. I don’t know why I keep thinking about that sound but it’s driving me insane in a good way. And I want more. I want more, and I want more intense if that’s even possible. This sexual situation I am shoving down Scott’s throat is how I’m going to get them. So here I sit, my ass still wide open, typing this out, and Scott sits in the other room sulking. I refuse to allow him to see me naked or even in my bra. It just seems so right to impose this punishment on him, even though his only crime is having a dick half the size of Davids. Plus, Scott reads these things and thinks I don’t know. So, no more sugarcoating things because I know he will see it and take comfort in some of the things I say. I don’t want him comfortable. I want him anxious, hard, balls full of cum, and his only release will be by himself on the toilet with his hand pussy while another man breeds me in ways he will never be able to. Hence the reason other men own my pussy and make the rules.