Scott wanted to fuck today. He said it was Sunday. He's got ..

Scott wanted to fuck today. He said it was Sunday. He's got a lot of stuff done around the house. I wanted to fuck him, but I promised Bob I wouldn't. I explained my situation to Scott, but he said it sounded like I was cheating on him. I'm not cheating on Scott. I have cucked Scott. As in replacing him with someone who can fuck me better. There is a vast difference. Scott knows when I go out with Bob. I don't hide it. I tell him when I'm leaving if he's around. Bob even sends him texts from my phone with pictures of his dick in my asshole. There is no "cheating" going on. What's going on is Bob's cock is touching places inside of me that only he can touch. Not to mention stretching me to proportions that, as of now, no one else can. Because of that, Bob makes all the rules. Just because I'm married to Scott doesn't change that.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I felt bad for Scott. It has been a while since the head of his dick has felt the inside my body, so I offered him my ass. He accepted the offer and immediately dropped his shorts, thinking he would slide his dick in my asshole. Not so fast, Mr! I had him lick my clit and tongue my asshole out. When I was ready, I told him to put it in me. He got the head of his dick against my puckered asshole and blew his load. He never even got it inside of me. The dummy. He shot his jizz all over my bedspread, and when he went to get a towel to clean that up, his dick dripped more on the floor. I wasn't happy. No dick in my ass, and now I had runny cum all over my bedroom. I told him to lick it up. He refused. I told him in no uncertain terms he could forget about any sex for good. He licked his seed off the floor and then cleaned it off my bedspread. Then I made him watch me masturbate in front of him with my giant dildo and new vibrator. His dick got rock hard when he watched me and started touching himself. I said no, no, no, Mr. I got myself off telling him how much I loved Bob and how much more I wanted Bob than himself. He blew his load again. It started jerking around and then pumped some pretty thin and transparent cum. This time in his hand, he was a good boy about that, at least. I didn't even have to tell him. He ate his load out of his hand. He gagged, but that's okay. It happens. He's a good husband.