I did go with a cum runny pussy to see Brett...the very man ..

I did go with a cum runny pussy to see Brett...the very man that made my pussy runny with cum. There is something extra hot about going to see my bartending breeding buddy. It's exciting knowing I'm married, sitting at a bar, alone, flirting with the man behind it who left my insides slimy with sperm a few hours earlier. Even hotter was when, during his break, he sat beside me and ran his hands up my thigh and fingered my sloppy hole... the hole he pumped his balls empty in. To add to the excitement, Jake texted me while Brett's finger was sloshing around in my jizz slick pussy, wanting to know if we could get together. Not only am I stepping out on my husband...I'm stepping out on my boyfriend. Life is good, my friends! Brett got off early...I'm sure he had a good reason to push for that...like he wanted to stick his dick in my guts again, and I was all for that.

So, we went to his place, a nice apartment other than he has a roommate. That kind of sucks. No, I won't be fucking his roommate...he's not my type, so not even an option. He hardly looked up from his video game on his laptop and didn't respond when I introduced myself. Somewhat strange, but I wasn't there for him anyway. We went to Brett's room and hit the bed. He is big into kissing and I'm good with that. Kissing makes it feel like I'm definitely stepping out on my husband, and I like stepping out on my husband. He started telling me how he was in awe of my massive clit, and it's all he could think about. So I pulled my shorts down and told him to dive in. Dive in, he did. He sucked, licked, stroked, and as rare as it is, he made me cum all over his face. So, add another plus for Brett. He would have eaten me all night long, but my pussy needs dick, so I pulled him on the bed and ate his dick. No limp weenie this time. It was hard, long, and ready to cum. I loved the way he watched me jerk his dick off with my mouth. It's sexy when guys watch me taste their cock. I really did want him to cum in my mouth so that I could see how much cum he really could pump. The thing was, I needed to feel him breeding me as if he was pumping a baby in my guts. It's a primal thing. I have always loved the feeling of a man emptying himself in my belly. I climbed on top of him and slid his big long dick in my guts, bottoming myself out with about still an inch to go. I like that. A challenge. A minute later, I stretched whatever stretched in my gut, and I was pussy to pubes on his dick. I stuffed all of him inside of me, every last inch. About a minute later, he said he was going to cum, so I bottomed him out again so I could get his jizz as far up inside of me as humanly possible and rode the waves of his pumping cock, filling my guts with his nut. I didn't cum. I got close but just didn't get there. So I slipped off him and poured another massive load of cum all over his belly. I licked it up while fingering myself, and when I had his belly spotless of cum, I sat back and fingered myself to orgasm. That weirded him out a bit. He wouldn't admit it, but I could see it did. Guys just don't get it. Doesn't matter how I got there. If you are with me, you got me there one way or the other. And it was a top-level orgasm. One that took a few minutes to recover from. After I got my head back, I patted his dick, gave it a kiss, kissed Brett, got dressed, and told him to call me. Home I went. A fantastic day and an even better evening.