Tonight kicked off with Jake picking me up, and it was such ..

Tonight kicked off with Jake picking me up, and it was such a fucking rush. I ensured Scott watched as I got into my tight dress, knowing I was heading out for a hot date with another guy. When Jake rolled up, Scott was at the window, looking pathetic as I grabbed my purse and strutted out. I could feel him staring, totally humiliated, while I hopped into Jake’s car. Jake leaned over and gave me this slow, sexy kiss right in the driveway, his hand on my thigh, making sure Scott saw everything—his wife looking hot as hell, getting claimed by someone else. I smirked and waved at Scott as we drove away, leaving him stuck at home while I went off for a night of romance and fucking with a guy who was successfully making me his own.

On the way to the restaurant, Jake got me all worked up, his hand sneaking up my dress, rubbing my thigh real slow, and fuck, I was wet in seconds, my pussy throbbing for him. I reached over and started rubbing his cock through his pants, and he was already hard as hell, that boner ready to bust out. I squeezed him, feeling him twitch, and gave him a dirty look, both of us knowing his dick would be making me scream by the end of the night.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we had to wait a few minutes in the car before heading in so Jake could get his cock under control—we didn’t want to walk in with that obvious bulge. The hostess led us to our table, and we held hands the whole way, like the real couple we now are, his grip warm and possessive. I felt like I truly belonged to Jake. We sat at a little table, Jake right next to me, in this nice romantic restaurant with tablecloths, dim lighting, and soft music. We enjoyed our meal, talking and laughing the whole time, with the sexual tension growing between us. When we finished eating, Jake’s hand slid up under my skirt, rubbing my thigh, working his way up until his fingers brushed my clit. I started leaking girl juices immediately, my pussy soaking as he teased me right there at the table.

I reached over and started rubbing Jake’s cock through his pants, and again, he was instantly hard, that bulge coming right back. With the tablecloths hiding us, I got bold—unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and started stroking him slow and firm. His dick was hot in my hand, dripping precum, the tip was covered in precum, and I used it as lube as I worked him. He let me go for a bit, but then he pulled my hand away, probably knowing he’d lose it if I kept going. By then, my pussy was flowing juices, a total mess—I’m glad I wore a dark dress because the wet spot wasn’t too noticeable when we walked out.

We got to his car, and Jake, being the gentleman he is, opened my door and kissed me so passionately, his tongue teasing mine, making me melt and forget I even had a husband. He closed the door, walked around, and climbed in. As soon as Jake was in, I couldn’t wait—I pulled out his cock and blew him right there in the parking lot, my lips wrapped around him, sucking him deep while he groaned, his hand in my hair. His dick throbbed in my mouth, precum salty on my tongue, and I didn’t stop until he was panting, right on the edge. Then we returned to his place, knowing the night was far from over.

As soon as we walked into Jake’s place, the tension exploded—he pushed me against the door, his hands grabbing my hips as he picked me up, my legs straddling his waist while we kissed hard, tongues touching, knowing this was more than just physical. He carried me into his bedroom, still kissing me, and laid me down on the bed. I spread my legs wide, lifting my dress, my pussy already wet for him, and he dove in head first. His mouth was on me in seconds, licking and sucking my clit, lapping up all the juices dripping from my pussy lips. The second I felt his warm tongue slide inside my opening, pushing deep, I lost it—I came so hard, my whole body shaking as I drenched him with my lady jizz, soaking his face while I screamed his name, my hips bucking against him.

When I got my head back on straight, I sat up, hungry for more, and went down to his cock. I started slow, sucking and licking his balls, teasing them with my tongue, working my way up his shaft, savoring every inch until I reached the head. I could taste his sweet, salty precum, and it made me want his cock deep in my throat. I took him balls deep in my mouth, slobbering all over him, my spit dripping down as I sucked him hard, loving the way he groaned. He told me to stop, and I did, climbing on top of him instead. I rode his cock hard and fast, my pussy gripping him tight as I bounced, feeling him hit deep inside me. It didn’t take long before I felt his dick twitch, then start pumping me full of cum—hot, silky jizz shooting deep, filling me up. That feeling took me over the edge again for the second time, my pussy clenching around him as I came, screaming, my whole body trembling while his cum mixed with mine, dripping out of me.

When we both got our heads screwed back on straight, we headed out to his patio since it was a nice evening. We sat there chatting and laughing, just enjoying each other’s company. After about an hour or so, he pulled me onto his lap, and we started making out, his hands roaming my body, reigniting that fire. I lifted my dress, my pussy still soaked and dripping his sperm, and climbed onto his iron-rod-hard cock, sliding down slowly until I couldn’t go any further, his dick filling me completely. I rode him like I couldn’t get enough, my hips grinding, bouncing, chasing that high again. After a few minutes, we were both cumming together, his dick pulsing as he shot another load deep inside me, my pussy squeezing him tight as I came, the feeling so amazing I just sat there on top of him, savoring it until he went limp and his cock slipped out, his cum dripping out of me onto his lap.

I climbed off, and we chatted more, still basking in the moment. Then I told Jake I was ready for him to take me home. We got ourselves back together, and he drove me home, pulling up to my place. He kissed me passionately, his lips lingering on mine, before I got out of his car and walked to my front door. Scott was sitting there, pretending to watch TV, but I knew he wasn’t—he’d been watching Jake kiss me goodnight at the window. I could see the shame boner in his pants, that pathetic bulge giving him away, his face tight with humiliation as I walked in, still glowing from my night with Jake, his cum still leaking out of me. I gave Scott a polite hello and went to my room, and left him there, his dick hard from watching another man take what once was his.