So today, Scott had to run this errand for our neighbor, fol..

So today, Scott had to run this errand for our neighbor, following him to the Jeep shop to give him a ride back. Right as he was about to head out the door, I was like, “Hold up, I’m coming with.” No way I’m missing this. Shane works at the shop, and I haven’t seen him in about a week or so. Anyway, I threw on my tiniest daisy dukes, ass cheeks basically hanging out, and a tube top with my nipples barely covered. Hopped in the truck before Scott could even blink. He looked at me, all pathetic, and was like, “Please don’t come.” Too bad for him, Shane’s way more important than he is. Scott should fucking know that by now.

We pull up to the shop, walk in, and the whole damn place freezes. Every mechanic and all the other emolyees, eyes locked on us. They all know I fuck the absolute shit out of Shane every chance I get, and they sure as hell know I’m married to Scott. The way they were staring, it’s gotta be pure agony for Scott, like a punch to the gut he can’t dodge. I’m eating it up, my pussy already tingling just from the vibe. Then I make it worse. I strut right through the “employees only” service door, leaving Scott and his buddy standing there like losers in the customer area. I head straight back to where Shane works, and fuck, the second he sees me, he doesn’t hold back. He grabs me, pulls me into this deep, sexy kiss, and I’m all in, tongue and all, not giving a shit who’s watching. Some of his coworkers are just standing there, eyes wide, as he holds my hands, pressing himself against me. Shane’s already rock-hard—dude gets a boner just from me being near him, kinda like Scott’s shame boners. It’s like their dicks can’t help it, no matter what’s going on in their heads. I fucking love that about both of them.

I’m standing there, Shane’s hands on me, and I’m just soaking in how much he wants me. We make plans for Saturday morning—gonna fuck his brains out, no question. We make out a bit more, his hands grazing my ass, and I’m so turned on I can barely stand it. Eventually, I peel myself away and head back to Scott and his friend, who’s probably got no clue why everyone’s staring at us like we’re a fucking circus. I know why, and it’s got me horny as hell. I try to sneak a peek at Scott’s crotch, wondering if he’s got one of those shame boners he can’t control, but he’s walking ahead of me, hopping in the truck quick before I can tell. Doesn’t matter. The whole scene—Shane’s hands, the stares, Scott stuck knowing he’s second best—it’s got me wet and throbbing, already counting down to Saturday when I’ll have Shane’s cock inside me again.