I'm getting ready to spend the night with Jake, but first, I..

I'm getting ready to spend the night with Jake, but first, I'm working Scott over in the most humiliating way I can, and it feels so good I'm sitting in my own juices telling you about it. Earlier today, I was with Jake, sucking him down like I couldn't get enough. And I can't. I love his taste and still had the taste of him on my tongue when I walked into the house to face Scott.

I sat Scott down with Scott on the couch, thinking about what I wanted to say. I know that Scott likes to think this is just a perverse sexual game I can't get enough of, but he's not sure I don't mean it, and I love keeping it that way—keeping him guessing, wondering how much I mean it when I say I love Jake more. I do love Jake, just not the way I love Scott, and that alone is a huge sexual turn-on for me, knowing I've got this deep, steady love for my husband, but Jake is right up there with him, not quite, but close. What really gets me going is reducing Scott to the friend zone, replacing him with Jake as my true lover, and watching him take it. It's hard to explain the satisfaction of knowing that I can fulfill Scott's sexual desires just by falling in love with another man, giving him exactly what he craves without even touching him. I stood over him, my skirt hiked up a little, my thighs still warm from being on my knees for Jake. "I've fallen in love with Jake," I said casually, like it was nothing, watching Scott's face go red. "I want him more than I ever wanted you, Scott—sexually, emotionally, everything. He's my true love now—you're just my friend." The look on his face—shock and defeat—gets me so wet, especially when I see his dick twitch in his pants, a shame boner he can't hide, turned on by the idea that I've replaced him with Jake in every way that matters.

I kept going, wanting to humiliate him, to make it sting so bad it was uncomfortable. And it was. I could feel the tension in the air when I said, "Jake was just a sexual thrill at first, but now he's the man I want, the man I love. He fucks my mouth so good, Scott—his dick fills my throat and shoots his cum down me in ways you can't. You're not my lover anymore—just the guy I used to be with, the friend I keep around." Scott's face burned, his eyes dropping, and I could see his dick getting harder, that shame boner making it so obvious how much this gets to him and that I was doing my part correctly. "Jake's taken your place," I told him, my voice sharp, cutting him down. "He's the one I want, the one I give myself to—my body, heart, everything. You're the friend who gets to hear about it and watch me love him." Every word came out perfect, making sure he knew I was pushing him further into the friend zone, making it clear Jake's my true love now, his shame boner tenting his pants, a humiliating reminder of how I've replaced him, how shameful it is that he loves hearing I want Jake more—and I love how I can make him feel such pain and pleasure by simply falling in love with Jake.

I wanted to drive it home before I left, so I said, "I've got Jake's cum in my belly right now," I said, licking my lips, letting him picture it, his wife sucking the sperm from another man's testicles and then masturbating in front of him because she loved it so much. I said, "He fucked my mouth so good, shot his sperm right down my throat, and I love him for it—love him in ways I'll never love you because you're just my friend." Saying that made my pussy leak so much it was starting to run down my thighs. I couldn't help it. Seeing Scott's face—shame all over him, his dick so hard it was pathetic, and I knew he might cum just from this. "Jake's my man now, and you're nothing but a friend to me, someone I used to fuck but never will again. Right on cue, his dick jerked in his pants, his face glazed over, and I saw it—wet spurts soaking through his pants, his cum leaking out without him even touching himself. His face turned bright red he was so embarrassed. He tried to walk away, but I made him sit there, emasculated, his shame boner betraying how much he gets off on the thought of me wanting Jake more, sexually and emotionally, while I fulfill his deepest desires simply by giving my love to another man.

It felt so good, so alive, to reduce Scott down like that, to tell him Jake's my true love while Jake's sperm was still warm in my belly, knowing Scott came from the shame of being friend zoned. The thrill of it, knowing I do love Jake, even if it's not the same way I love Scott, and using that to mess with Scott's head, watching him break under the humiliation, his dick cumming untouched because I've replaced him with Jake as my lover while keeping him guessing about how much I mean it, all while satisfying his sexual needs just by loving someone else. I left him there, a jizzy mess in his pants, and went into my bedroom to tell you all about it. And now, I'm heading out the door to spend the night with Jake, my pussy annoyingly desperate for dick from the high of it all. Better yet, I can still taste Jakes cum on my tongue, and it's driving me wild.