Today’s is dragging, and I’m pretty sure no dicks are going ..

Today’s is dragging, and I’m pretty sure no dicks are going to be inside me, which is a bummer. I’m with Scott, my husband, and he’s dragging me to his parents’ anniversary party. I’m happy for them but my head’s somewhere else entirely. I know I’ll be standing there smiling at Scotts relatives as they make conversation, and the only thing I’ll be thinking about is Jake. It won’t be easy because the way my body lights up just thinking about him is insane.

Being around Scott’s family, with him right there next to me, acting all proud to have me on his arm, it’s this wild mental fuck. He knows I’m obsessed with Jake. He knows I’m standing there, chatting about some old wedding story, while my mind’s replaying how Jake’s cock feels sliding into me, like it was made for my pussy. Perfect fit, stretching me just right, hitting every spot that makes my eyes roll back. Scott’s got no say in it. Scott knows if he makes me choose it will be Jake. He just accepts it, and that alone makes my clit throb. It’s like, he’s stuck watching me mentally fuck another guy, and he’s still has to hold my hand and play the good husband. I wonder if Scott will have a shame boner. His dick always seems to defy his mind and emotion. Knowing that is a mental rush of power I can’t get enough of.

I’m going to be at the party, nodding along to somebody's story, but I'll be picturing Jake’s hands on me, gripping my hips, pulling me onto him so deep I can feel his dick touch my stomach. I’ll be wet just standing there, my juices just running down my thighs, and Scott will be clueless, or maybe he won’t, but he’s still stuck smiling for the family photo. I’ll keep glancing over at him, knowing he’s trying so hard to be enough for me, but my body’s screaming for Jake’s touch, his tongue, the way he makes me come so hard I forget my own name. It’s fucked up, but it’s such a turn-on, knowing Scott’s right there, surrounded by his family, while I’m lost in this other guy who owns every inch of me.

I'm touching myself, thinking about how I’ll laugh and play nice at the party, maybe even lean into Scott a little for show. But the whole time, I’m thinking about the way Jake looks at me, how he whispers dirty shit in my ear while pounding me, how I’d scream his name. Scott, well…he's part of the scenery, a good friend I sometimes think about when my mind isn't fucking Jake in every way possible. It’s the hottest, most twisted kind of foreplay, and I’m already counting down to when I can see Jake again and make all these thoughts real.