I had an awkward conversation with my husband last night. I ..
Added 2023-12-05 15:04:48 +0000 UTCI had an awkward conversation with my husband last night. I had to tell him I was going to be faithful to Bob. I feel bad about that. Sex with Scott is really pretty good. But I admitted to him that, in certain undeniable ways, I have stronger feelings for Bob than I do him. I don't know how to explain it to him. It's not that I love Bob more than him. I don't. I just can't deny myself Bob's cock. Life is just too short for me even to try. I tried to explain that in simple terms. Bob's dick goes in so much deeper and stretches me so unbelievably wide that it triggers orgasms so intense it changes emotional bonds. It's that simple. It's neither of our faults. My body needs Bob's dick. It needs Bob's dick in an almost painful way. It touches places and things inside me that my husband will never reach. I am supposed to say size doesn't matter. Just like I am supposed to say, squirting isn't p!$$. It does, and it is. Look. As weird as it sounds, I will make life-altering decisions just to get access to a man's cock. It is that important to me. It's not just the physical size of a cock. It's the appearance. The appearance alone of a huge cock will touch a place in my mind that instantly makes me a subservient slave to it, therefore, rendering me down to a tard cock toy for the owner to use as he pleases. This is human instinct, as it's instilled in me. I can't change it. I don't want to. So, I guess Scott better get used to being my sexless best friend. This is going to be amazing. Well, at least it will be for me. Scott, I don't know. His dick was hard, even though he was upset. The dummy. As soon as I saw his dick pitching a tent in his pants, I knew I had made the right choice. I might have backed off if it wasn't for that.
