Chapter 405 Shared Trophy Wife (Bdsm Sex):>Ep9

• As I drove over to Brian's I felt like the world's biggest whore. Jimmy was right that when Brian fucked me, I got very little satisfaction. He didn't seem upset when I walked in reeking of sex or having my hair stuck together with cum. Apparently someone who is a friend with benefits doesn't worry that his side piece had already been used. Our encounter was disappointing compared to my last two. As I said already, Brian was fine as a lover. That's why I kept him around. But with my eyes opened to new possibilities, I could see he wasn't going to be enough to keep me satisfied. I managed a small orgasm while fingering myself while I blew him after he had fucked me for a while. I did enjoy him cumming in my mouth. I always did. But I was pretending it was Jimmy as I frigged my clit.
• Brian offered me his shower, but I said I had to get home. I didn't look any better than when I had arrived at Brian's place, but I wanted to ride the wave of remembering Jimmy and Tommy so I hoped I wouldn't get pulled over and have to explain myself to a police officer. I also didn't want to have to explain why my car smelled like pussy and my fingers were soaked from masturbating while I was driving. I hoped arriving much like Jimmy had dismissed me would inspire him to fuck me again. I needed his cock. I got close to cumming a couple of times on the way home, but I couldn't quite get over the edge. Something was missing and unfortunately I knew what it was.
• The house was dark when I got home, but I hoped Jimmy had not gone out. When I got upstairs and saw a dim light from under his bedroom door I hoped he was watching TV and had not fallen asleep. I knocked softly on the door and thankfully heard him say, "Come in, slut." Apparently he had been expecting him. I walked in, shutting the door behind me. He was watching TV. Actually he was watching porn and stroking his magnificent cock. He was laying on his bed with his dick standing at attention. My mouth watered in anticipation of blowing him again. He told me to walk over to the bed and then take my dress off. "I see you look even worse than when you left," he said with a knowing chuckle as if he had expected me to arrive sans taking a shower. It was humiliating, but also exhilarating.