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I went back to Jake, my kind of ex, the one I dropped for Sh..
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 16:06:59 +0000 UTCI went back to Jake, my kind of ex, the one I dropped for Shane. I'm still caught up in feelings for Jake, but not like the ones I have for Shane. And, of course, there is my husband, but as you know, he's been reduced to less than a roommate. And now, I'm getting off on doing the same to Jake, slowly breaking him down, making him mine to control. Every time I touch his dick, I get a little more power over him now, and it's like a drug, making my pussy ache with how excited I am about owning him.
When I got to Jake's place, I decided to be upfront and not waste time or energy on something he wanted, that being me, but wouldn't get. So, without sugarcoating, I told Jake straight up that Shane's taken his place, that he fucks me better, and emotionally we are a better fit. I used the example that Shane did the same thing Jake did to Scott when he took ownership of me from my husband. I watched Jake's face get all sad. I guess that stung more than I thought it would. But then again, he used to be the king, the one who laughed at Scott, who fucked me into submission while my husband faded away. Now he's the one who's been replaced, removed by Shane, losing me the very same way. He seemed humiliated, and I thought maybe I should leave because he obviously didn't like hearing what I was telling him. The thing was, I could feel my clit getting fat and hard just seeing him shrink, but when I turned to leave, he begged me to stay. Begged. I'm not kidding. That's when I knew I had him. His pride was gone, his dick was in control, and that made him want me more than he wanted his dignity. I knew we were going to fuck right there and then, and I knew it was going to be much different this time.
He was timid, as if I broke him, but very eager to please. I told him to get to work on my clit, and he dove in like it was his last chance, sucking and licking for 30 minutes straight. My body was on fire, my clit so hard it felt like it could explode. I made him stop, not because I was done, but because I wanted to push him harder. I ordered him to jerk off for me, to stroke that perfect cock while I watched. The same thing he used to laugh about when I told him I made my husband jerk off in front of me. But I didn't just want to see it. I wanted to own him, make him my toy. He did it with no hesitation, massaging his balls like I told him while I rubbed my rock-hard clit, getting wetter watching him shrink in front of me.
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I asked if he liked it, this new way we fuck, where I'm the one calling the shots. He nodded, but that was weak. I made him say it, made him admit he was into it. Then I twisted the knife because I knew I could. "Now you know how my husband feels. Do you like it?" Jake asked if he had a choice, and I shut it down. When I said "No," he quickly said he said he liked it, and the rush of humiliating him, of seeing the man who once owned me was able to turn me into a brainless cum sponge for his dick, who is now the one submitting to me, it went straight to my cunt. I wanted to crush Jake, turn him into a cuck, a pathetic version of the man he was, just like I did with Scott. But, and this is a big "but." His dick fucks it all up. It's perfection. It's bigger than Shane's, thick, gorgeous, the kind of cock that feels like it was built to ruin me. Shane's sexier and more fun. More importantly, his dick is close enough and strong enough to keep me hooked, but still, Jake's cock is the best I've ever had, bar none.
Still, after he worshipped my clit and jerked off for me, I couldn't resist. I needed that perfect dick inside me. Needed to feel it wreck me. So I spread my legs like I used to for him when he was the one in charge and told him to put just the tip in. That fat, flawless head slipped inside, and I took control, using my hips to tease it in and out, keeping him still while I fingered my clit. I was running the show, and it felt so fucking good. When he said he was gonna cum, I didn't want to waste that load. I slammed my pussy down, taking him balls-deep, his cock buried so far it was hitting bottom, flooding me with cum. I was chasing that mind-blowing orgasm I've had with him before, the kind that leaves me trembling, his cock so deep it's like it's rewriting my insides. But I didn't come. I was close but didn't quite get there. I was disappointed, honestly. Jake's given me many of the best orgasms of my life, but this time? It was good, but not enough. And I told Jake that. He apologized to the point of annoying me. I told him I'd let him know if I would let him make it up to me, and I left, ignoring his excuses of how he would do better. He did fine for what I wanted. He exceeded my expectations as far as my mental kinks go, but I'll never tell him that.
I haven't rubbed one out yet, but I'm going to, and I know what will be running through my head. It's not just the sex—it's the high of humiliating Jake, of turning the man who once took me from my husband into the one who's lost me to Shane. He gave up his pride and begged me to stay, making my pussy drip. Now, I want to push him further, see how much more I can take from him, how low he'll go for me. Shane is the man I want and I know I am into him way more than I should be. He makes me feel so alive, especially when he's got his cock in my throat, but Jake's perfect cock and this game of breaking him...well, I'm nowhere near done with Jake yet...and if he goes down the rabbit hole with me, I may never be done with Jake. Oh well, two...wait, I forgot I was married. That makes three men....and for me, three men are better than one!
