I fucked Scott last night. I felt I needed to. I let him cum..

I fucked Scott last night. I felt I needed to. I let him cum inside for probably the 3rd time since we have been married. Pretty much every guy I know has left their sperm inside me at least a dozen times, some probably 50 times. I like being married to Scott. I just don't like fucking him. I want to be with other men. I want to talk with them, I want to have fun, I want to flirt, I want to breed with them. I don't want to live a boring life, and I don't want to be a boring wife. Scott thinks he would be happy with me being faithful. He's wrong. If I were the perfect, devoted wife, he would get so bored he would be hating life. Especially now that I have introduced him to my world and style of infidelity. I have turned him into the talk of his company. They whisper behind his back that his wife is fucking someone else...again. I know it's both humiliating and exciting, and there is no downside on my end. I love knowing he has to face people that have had me squirming on the end of their cock. People he doesn't like. They don't understand why he doesn't leave me. Sometimes, when I see his sad face after, he realizes I let another man make me cum, and in return, and also more self-gratification on my part, I allow that man to use my vagina to release his sperm into my body; I don't understand why he stays either. But he does. I'm glad he does. I hope he always will.

I understand that openly flirting with guys in front of him and his co-workers is hard for him. I did that last night at a company party with a man named Jake. I danced with him, I put my arms around him, I fucked him in front of everyone with my mind. I saw the stares, the whispers, the subtle pointing. It only made me desire Jake more. I wanted to open my legs for Jake, let him see how wet and open he caused my pussy to be. I wanted to feel his cock spread my insides apart and push things to around to make room for the head of his dick. I wanted to see his eyes glaze over when he started pumping his testicles empty inside of me. And I think I would have experienced all that in more. But none of that happened. Scott whisked me away before things could go any further. I could see he was uncomfortable seeing the people he works with watch me undress Jake with my eyes. That ended when Scott pulled me away and said we needed to get home. So we left early. So early, it was even more apparent to his co-workers Scott was not okay with my indiscretions with Jake.

On the ride home, I asked Scott questions about Jake. Did he think he was good-looking? I pressed him until he answered. He thought he was okay, which is probably an accurate description of Jake. He's okay. But like beer goggles, sex goggles make everyone hotter than they actually are. That's why I like sex goggles. They turn mediocrity into sex gods. They require some ability to pique my interest and get me turned on for them to work. Jake had that part down. I asked Scott if he thought Jake would fuck me. He said yes. I asked Scott if Jake would be a better fuck than he was, and he said he didn't know. I pulled my dress up and started rubbing myself, and Scott noticed. I told Scott I thought Jake would be a better fuck than he was, and Scott got that frustrated look on his face that just made my pussy run like a faucet was turned on. Scott told me I needed to be more respectful of others, himself included, when I was around them. I stated I thought they liked the show as they all seemed to be talking about it. He said that was the problem. We went back and forth, and I almost came listening to Scott plead with me to act more like a respectful wife and to leave the flirting with people we don't know. It isn't going to happen. I like the awkwardness I put Scott into. It's a core part of who I am. It feeds my sex drive, and I like feeding the sex drive. I asked him if he wanted to leave me. Scott said no. I told him it was because he was addicted to the excitement. His orgasms are tied to the orgasms I give to other men. The discomforting humiliation he feels, the anxiety, it's downright awful but entirely wonderful at the same time. It's the perfect storm of sensations, and he will always chase a more potent dose of them as if it were a drug. And I'm his dealer. Now and then, though, he needs to feel me from the inside with the head of his cock so I slipped him inside of me and let him breed me. His orgasm looked like it was amazing, and I bet mine was running a close second behind his. I was thinking about Jake the entire time Scott's dick was inside of me, but Scott didn't know that, so all was good.