I opened my legs for Ryan last night in his Suburban. It was..

I opened my legs for Ryan last night in his Suburban. It was fun. I didn't cum. I was re-sized by Bob to proportions that Ryan will never be able to fill, so it made it hard to feel him inside of me. Still, even though the sex wasn't all that, the mental fuck I got from Ryan fumbling around inside of me was next-level amazing. I did feel his cum spraying my insides down, though. That gave me a glimmer of hope that I would cum, but it just wasn't enough. I did like the wildly desperate "I need to cum" look in his eye as he slipped his now miniature cock inside me. He had no idea that I was laughing to myself at how small his dick felt, and as bad as the sex was, I am just as desperate to feel Ryans's inadequate cock inside of me again. I can't get over what a massive turn-on it is to let a man you fancy truly believe he is fucking you better than anyone else ever could. He had no idea that I couldn't even feel him. Telling him how much I love his cock inside of me when all I can feel is the head of his dick poking around in my guts makes it feel like I'm cheating on him, and that makes my pussy gush. Ryan had no idea that Bob had his cock in the same hole his dick was in the day before. Ryan had no idea I was thinking more about Bob being inside me than Ryan, who actually was inside me. I know. This recap will turn many of you off, but I won't hide what actually turns me on. Cheating, deception, infidelity, taking another man's sperm inside my body and feeling it swimming around inside of me...it all makes my head spin. I get so worked up. It feels like I'm cheating on Ryan. Scott is different. Even though he hasn't seen me without my clothes on for over a week, he knows who I am and what I do. He knows I desire Bob infinitely more than himself. He accepts his role as the inferior man sexually. I belong to Bob, even though Scott is my husband. Ryan is a fill-in. He doesn't know it, but he is a dick for fun, even though he thinks one day I'll be his one and only. I have warned Ryan multiple times, and in no uncertain terms, that won't happen, but he refuses to believe it, so now I feed the fire because it's fun. I keep Ryan in the dark about who I fuck because he gets sketchy when I talk about other guys. I'm okay lying to him. I like Ryan, and I admit, I would rather be with Ryan than Scott, sexually and date-wise. Ryan is fun to go out with. He's smooth. But just generally hanging around and doing standard life stuff, my cuck husband is my go-to. I sure hope they both hang around for the long haul.

Why did I tell you all this? I don't know. I just like telling you. I'm probably talking to myself here, but even that doesn't matter. I just like pounding it out on the keyboard. It helps me remember the details I usually forget.