I had to send Scott away again this morning. Since I have co..

I had to send Scott away again this morning. Since I have committed to being owned by David, it doesn’t feel right for Scott to see me naked anymore. Feels like cheating, and though I would cheat on David as a person, I am not going to cheat on his magnificent cock. Since that cock is attached to David, and it has the ability to bend me over and fuck me limp…David wins. Scott thinks I am shutting him out. And I am. He can still be my husband if he wants. He can still jerk off, and if he wants me to look at me, I’m okay with that. He will just have to look at me in clothes and eat his sperm for my viewing pleasure after he cums. Scott doesn’t think that’s fair, and he said he isn’t sure what he wants to do. I admit, I'm nervous. I feel like I’m at a crossroads in my marriage. I have been here before but it never took me this long to get here. Usually, within a year, my willing cuck is demanding we cease and desist all cuck and cheating activities…which I have always been not willing to do. I love Scott with all my heart, but to feel David’s 11-inch dick buried balls deep in my guts…well…I love David’s dick more. In my eyes, David’s dick is a living breathing being. I separate it from the man it’s attached to. Both physically and emotionally. I’m so thankful my holes bring such satisfaction to both David and his cock. I want them both to be happy. So happy they never want to be anywhere else but inside of me. It’s not a physical appearance thing. David isn’t what one would call attractive. He’s certainly anything but fit, and he’s not getting any thinner as time goes on. I keep telling him I think his dick will grow even more if he loses 40 or 50 lbs, but I guess he figures 11 inches is good enough. It’s sad to say, but I don’t love David. I love what David’s dick does to my pussy. So much so that I am putting my marriage at risk. This will make you cringe. Putting my marriage at risk is turning me on and making me want to run to David’s dick even more. If I were given an ultimatum, choose between Scott or David. I’m going with David. Not for David but for the log of meat swinging between his legs. Yes, the truth is I want a mans cock more than I want my husband. Scott is so much more attractive and in so much better shape, but the mere sight of David’s dick, in my eyes, shrinks him into a 2 ft tall crybaby troll with a micro penis. It is also amazingly exciting for me to think of Scott that way. Funny how a cock can command that kind of power. It certainly will cause me to make some very bad decisions. But I’m good with that. I admit it. I’m a sex addict. I spend my days thinking about sex, having sex, and looking at sex. Everywhere I go, I think about fucking the people I see. Admittedly, I’m so very good with all of that. Beats the hell out of drinking, smoking, and drugs in a massive way. Just the fact that even if I have one of my moments orgasms from David’s dick working its way through my intestines…30 minutes later, I can drive home safely, no if and or buts about it. Unless, of course, I’m distracted by fingering myself by thinking about how I just spread my ass cheeks so a man with a log for a dick turned my insides into soup. I suppose I could get a fingering and driving ticket.