I milked Jake for an hour until he was convulsing, couldn’t ..

I milked Jake for an hour until he was convulsing, couldn’t think straight, and pumped his jizz so hard it hit his chin. I am still smiling from our milking session, and I’m sure he is as well. I feel so good…energized is a good description. I can still feel his beautiful cock and firm spongy balls in my hands. I am thrilled I can make a man’s body react like that. If I want to make him squirm uncontrollably, I rub the head of his cock in circles in the palm of my hand. The sensations are too much for him to handle…but I don’t let up. The way I can make his body tense, his face contort with the stroke of my hand, is a source of immense pleasure for me. I wish I could open a milking station shop. I really do. I would open it right now and let the sperm hit the floor 24/7. Why is this such a thrill/turn-on for me? I don’t know. I don’t get to orgasm, I don’t get touched, but I get this mental thrill that can’t be matched…all from releasing jizz from a man's testicles. I think mother nature instilled into me a primal, uncontrollable urge to please a man's cock, and though I’m sure that would make some other women cringe to say that…I’m glad this need is hardwired inside of me. Is it an obsession? Sex, overall, yes. Is it a problem in my life? If you are asking me, I would say, without a doubt, no. If you ask an outsider, I’m sure they would look at my life and marriage as a disaster. They would point out I have sex with other men, I revel in mentally removing Scott’s manhood, and I have strong feelings for men other than my husband. I admit that on paper, it looks terrible. But what ends up on paper doesn’t always accurately depict what is happening in reality. Last week, just to get his reaction, I told Scott I was going to take a break from seeing other men. He said I should do whatever would be best for me. 2 hours later, he asked me why and if I thought he was unhappy, I should rethink my decision because he wasn’t. He said he understood if I wanted to be a “normal” wife but wished I would reconsider my decision. I told him not to worry, I wasn’t serious and left him to see the real man in my life, Jake, and didn’t see my husband until the next day. When I did see Scott again, I made him take his unwanted cock out, and I watched him edge himself until he was convulsing, out of his mind, and spilling his sperm when I allowed him to. I touched that special mental spot in Scott’s brain that sent him over the edge. I casually asked Scott how it felt to know his wife was no longer just fucking Jake for fun, that I was falling for him, that some of his own friends were happy that Jake and I were the couple now, and he had been reduced to a friend at best. When I finished telling him this, Scott begged me to let him cum, and because he reached such a point of mental arousal, confirming we were on the same sexual path, I allowed it. Then I kicked him out of the room and masturbated, thinking about Jake kissing me passionately while stretching my holes that he has taken away from my husband and made them his own.