I was still cleaning Ryan's cum off of my bedspread this mor..

I was still cleaning Ryan's cum off of my bedspread this morning. It spilled out of me when I sat up on the bed. I guess some chicks would find that gross, but I'll tell you something weird. I smelled it this morning, and it still smelled like fresh sperm. It's awkward to say to you, but the smell made me moist, and I still am. My butthole, still feeling stretched out, isn't helping the issue. I love that uncomfortable feeling of my asshole being stretched out to the point of being gaped. I can feel it when I walk and sit down. It reminds me of how deep inside my colon Ryan's dick really was. Plus, when I sit around with my husband, and he's telling me about his workday, I think about my wet cum greased asshole still throbbing from another man's cock. Ryan emptied his seed into my ass yesterday. It made me cum when he did. If you have never felt hot sperm plopping against the walls of your asshole, you have no idea of the joy I get out of that. It makes me catch feelings for him. It's that good. A guy who can get me off hard as Ryan can should know how powerful a tool that is. He can rule me with his cock if he knows how to use it right. Ryan hasn't figured that out yet. The thing is, I have figured it out, and just as he can rule me with his cock, I can rule him with my pussy, and I do.

Ryan has feelings for me. Every time I fuck his cock into a shriveled, defeated state, his emotions get stronger. He equates these feelings with true love. And so do I. When I cum on his cock as hard as I do, I'm in love with Ryan. Completely head over heels. But I'm old enough and wise enough to understand those feelings fade quickly when his dick isn't in or around me. Ryan is full on in, thinking I'm going to be the one for him. I will be the one, not for him, for his dick and his lovely cum filled testicles. The rest of him, not so much. But I have warned him of this. He isn't listening. It's getting dangerous for him. If you want to make my pussy wet, get me involved in a hot steamy extramarital affair. I love being the hussy who fucks husbands away from their wives. That's hot as fuck to me, and I'm in, hands up, pick me, pick me, almost every time. That's where it's at with Paul. He wants me to belong to him, and I'll allow that for a day or so. Then I belong to Bob. Then I want to spend time with Scott or maybe find another guy. He's been warned. He isn't listening. He will leave his wife, his family, and I will let him fuck me into a cum, stupid whore because his dick does that to me, and I love it for that. Eventually, he will get his mind unfogged, realize what he's done, understand I only belong to him when his dick is inside me, and see his mistake. He won't be the guy to change me and turn me into who he wants me to be. He should just put his dick inside me, pump his cum, make the both of us happy, and go home to his family with a smile on his face. He won't do that, and by the time he "cums" to his senses, it will be too late. He will have let his cum filled balls make all the wrong moves for him. I'm okay with that. The further he goes, the harder I cum. Win-win for me.