Jealous?

Cheri lounged naked on the couch the next afternoon, her voluptuous body still marked with faint love bites and dried cum from their morning quickie. Her phone glowed in her hand as she logged into the Dick Pants account and her burner “Hungry4DickPants” profile. The comment sections on the new oily jerk-off clips were exploding. Thousands of views pouring in, mostly from gay men and sissy boys losing their minds over Manny’s glistening, veiny masterpiece.

As a horny scientist of human desire, Cheri couldn’t resist diving in. She started replying as Dick Pants—confident, dominant, teasing—then switched to her pseudonym to fan the flames, creating entire conversations. The more explicit the replies she read and crafted, the hotter her pussy grew… and the sharper the jealous sting became. These strangers were lusting after her husband’s cock with such raw hunger. It made her thighs clench and her nipples ache.

“Oh fuck, baby, come here,” she called, voice husky. Manny walked in wearing only tight gray sweatpants, the heavy bulge already twitching at her tone. “Look what your adoring fans are saying. I’m getting so jealous… and so fucking wet because of it.”

She read one aloud while pulling him down beside her:

“Dick Pants that 30-min oily stroke session has me stroking my gay ass raw. I’d let you destroy my hole and flood me while your wife watches.”

Cheri typed back as Dick Pants:

“Good boy. Film yourself gaping on a dildo to my rhythm. Tag me. Maybe I’ll show my hot wife how pathetic you look compared to what she gets every night.”

Then, switching to Hungry4DickPants, she replied to herself and others:

“Fuck yes, I’d kneel between them and clean her pussy while he uses that superior cock on me next That oily shine on his balls… I’m ruined.”

Manny chuckled darkly, but his cock was rock-hard in his pants. “You’re really getting into this jealousy thing, huh?”

“It’s chemical,” Cheri purred, a wicked, aroused glint in her eyes. “Jealousy spikes cortisol and dopamine together. Makes everything more intense.” She kept scrolling and engaging, each comment twisting the knife deliciously.

A fan wrote:

“I’d suck Dick Pants off in a heartbeat. Swallow every drop while his wife sits on my face.”

Cheri replied as Dick Pants:

“Bet you would, cocksucker. My wife’s pussy is off-limits, but you can dream about tasting her on my dick after I wreck her.”

As Hungry4DickPants:

“God I’m so jealous of her… that massive cock stretching her every night while I leak in my panties. Someone please bully my tiny gay clit for wanting it so bad.”

The jealousy burned in her chest—hot, irrational, and incredibly arousing. These nameless men wanted to worship, suck, and be used by Manny. She imagined them jerking furiously to the videos she filmed, moaning his name. Her hand slipped between her thighs as she continued.

Another comment:

“Dick Pants in slow motion, oil dripping down that thick shaft… I’m a married guy but I’d cheat in a second for one taste.”

Cheri (as Dick Pants):

“Tell your wife you’re addicted to superior cock now. Send proof you’re edging to me instead of fucking her.”

As her pseudonym:

“I’m jealous of everyone who gets to even comment here. I want him to slap my face with that heavy meat while his wife laughs at how desperate I am.”

She read dozens more—fans describing gangbang fantasies with Dick Pants as the bull, sissies begging to be cucked harder, gay tops admitting they’d bottom for him. Each one made Cheri’s jealousy flare brighter. “They all want my man,” she whispered, voice trembling with lust. “His cock, his cum, his dominance… and I get to give it to them vicariously while he fucks me senseless.”

Manny pulled her into a fierce kiss, tongues battling as he groped her massive tits. “You like being jealous, don’t you, you filthy slut?” he growled against her lips.

“Yes,” Cheri moaned, stroking his cock through his pants. “It makes me so possessive… and so horny. Keep me jealous, Daddy. Let me reply more.”

She kept typing feverishly while Manny fingered her soaked pussy. Replies flowed:

• To a particularly graphic bottom: “I’d breed you deep while my wife rides my face, then make you thank her for sharing my load.”

• As Hungry4DickPants: “Reading this is making my hole twitch. I’m so jealous of Cheri getting railed by that monster every night. I’d pay to watch.”

The engagement skyrocketed—more likes, more follows, more desperate DMs. Cheri came hard on Manny’s fingers just from the comments, squirting messily while whimpering about how all these strangers craved what was hers.

Manny couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved her onto all fours on the couch and slammed into her from behind, pounding her jealous cunt with deep, possessive strokes. “This pussy is mine, and my cock is yours,” he grunted, spanking her big ass red. “But you love knowing they all want it, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes!” Cheri cried, pushing back, tits swinging. “It makes me so jealous… and it makes me cum so hard knowing I’m the one who owns it.” She kept one hand on her phone, replying between moans as he railed her through two more shattering orgasms.

Later that night, after another round of sweaty, jealous-fueled sex where Cheri rode him reverse cowgirl while reading comments aloud, they collapsed together. Her burner account had generated hundreds of new interactions. The jealousy lingered deliciously in her chest—fuel for the next round of content.

“Tomorrow I’m diving deeper,” she whispered, tracing circles on his abs. “More replies. More jealousy. More engagement for my perfect Dick Pants.”

Manny kissed her forehead, cock twitching against her thigh. “Whatever gets you this soaked, baby. I’m all yours… and theirs.”

The comment sections kept lighting up long into the night, Cheri’s jealous, horny mind orchestrating every filthy interaction like the brilliant erotic scientist she was. The fanbase grew addicted—and so did she.