1 comments/ 85374 views/ 0 favorites Katie's Diary By: stoneypoint Just getting out of the shower, I had to run down the hall dripping wet and get a towel because my wife was downstairs doing laundry in the basement and talking to an old friend on the phone. Obviously, she wasn't available to get me one. Scampering down the hallway naked, I had looked over into my daughter's room only because it was there. She and her friends, who slept over, had left, leaving a huge mess in her room. Jen and her friends, Tricia and Katie, were up late last nigh. Both my wife and I heard them laughing and chatting away and heard the quiet screams and gasps as if they were up to no good. For a few hours until maybe 3am, we heard them. Then it got silent, so I assumed, they went to sleep. Jen's room was a mess. Clothes, towels, underwear, and books were all over the place. "What the hell, I thought, what a mess!" I began to go in and start cleaning up the mess. I knew Jen's clothes when I saw them. These were not Jen's clothes. She was conservative in nature in what she wore. She never wore underwear like the stuff I was seeing. I saw a lot of sexy stuff all over the floor. As I said, this was not Jens. My boys had gone to basketball early, so I was hoping they didn't see this mess or go in. Jen and her friends were at least 18 and she had a very mature personality for her age. She was also physically mature for her age. I started to bend over and pick up this crap and realized it was not Jen's stuff. "Whoa, I thought, this is quite grown-up for these girls. Oh well, they are getting older and more independent. I have to deal with it", although, I was becoming a little curious in their choice of clothes. Instead of actually picking the girls underwear and other clothes with my hands, I kicked it all into a pile between the beds, which I probably shouldn't have done in hindsight. I went to pick up and stack the 'books' and to my surprise, these were their diaries. I didn’t know they still kept them. Jens wasn't around or in sight, at first. Katie's was and I didn't read it at first. It said on the opened page, "Mr. D. and my thoughts and feelings and D. Jr.", dated 2-12-04. "HUH? I thought, no do not read". However, it said Mr. D and D Jr. I could not resist. I couldn't stay away! I should have respected it. I should have. Sitting on the bed now, I was thinking of Katie, Tricia, and Jen too. No one was around. The diary started in like this: "I like D Jr. He is sexy. What a body, what a smile and eyes. He is so sweet." D Jr. is my son David, a year older at 20. Continuing, it said, "I wanna more then just be with him, I wanna do him! Do him all over! I would like to slip my hand down his jeans and feel him and his C and see what it's like and see how he grows in my hand." Now, Dave Jr. is a sophomore in college and Jen and her friend's are freshmen. “Whoa, stop it”, I thought. Somewhat interesting, but gross also, it’s my kid I’m reading on and on about and she wanted to have him and get naked with him. It goes on to the next page. Now, it started out with something entirely different! "Mr. D, wow! He is so damn fine! He has that chest that is just what I like and those love handles!" (Katie was a chubbier girl and real pretty with a round and slightly plump ass, but it was sexy). “Whoa, what the hell”? I read on, "I'd love to lick him up and down. I would love to feel his dick in my mouth! OMG, would I. I don't know why, but he is soooo sexy. He is funny too. He always is so open and sympathetic.” ”He always makes me feel welcome here. I love him I think, not that kind of love, but I am attracted to him. I wish he knew that. It would be so cool if he knew how I feel." She goes on about wanting to be touched by me and kissed all over. I realized at that point I had a hard on. I had a full-fledged boner and I didn’t have a towel or clothes on. I was so aroused by what she wrote. I read this and didn’t even hear anything around me. Nothing! I had been in her room a half hour and didn't even realize it. My wife was still downstairs, but I wouldn't have known it. I was so into her journal. I combed thru it. She had written about me before. Me? Me? I was so damn horny; instinctively I had reached for my cock, which was already hard. I read her entries and I was so into them because she had turned me on with what she wrote! She was into her fantasies also and how she described sitting down on top of me and sliding her hott pussy on my face as she would hold her boobs up and smile with her eyes closed. I was hotter than ever; I got up and went into my room with her diary; I rested myself on my bed with the door wide open not thinking at all! I was into Katie's journal; I didn't even hear the front door open! I didn’t hear the footsteps. I didn't hear them giggling. I was in my room, reading intensely and stroking my dick! It was hard and rumbling with that white greased lightening! I was so damn horny and excited! I was burning up with arousal. Totally naked and laying on my bed, I didn't hear anyone in Jen's room. I didn't notice anything or anyone go into the bathroom next to my room. I didn't see a body or shadows even. I was so engulfed! My mind worked overtime fantasizing. I was almost there. Ready to explode, thinking quietly yesss, yesss, yesss! I didn’t say anything! I was jacking myself off as I read Katie’s thoughts! All of a sudden, I saw something! It was Tricia! "Ohhh my Goddddddddddd", she screamed! "Ohhh my gawd" again she screamed! At the exact moment that she screamed, I exploded, I cummed and cummed up and into the air and Tricia saw me ejaculate. She became grossed out horribly! At the exact same instant and for whatever reason, she felt the need to peak in to my room and see me masturbating! Why, why? "Ohhhh grossss, eckkk", she screamed. There I was cumming all over my hands, all over my belly, and my thighs and cock; nothing at all went on Katie's diary, not a drop! Jen was still downstairs. Katie came running down the hall. She of course looked in and she saw me completely naked too and didn't know how to react, but she saw what looked like her diary and she was embarrassed, very embarrassed! Hell so was I and I quickly slid as fast as possible, underneath my covers. Tricia immediately left the room disgusted. Katie didn't know exactly what to do. Jen was running up the stairs and down the hall. Under the covers, I tried to wrap a towel around me at that point but as I tried, everyone could see cum all over me. Katie did and she said, "What, oh my God that's my diary, ohhh nooo" in mock surprise! Then Jen came into my room finally and yelled at me after seeing what occurred. Screaming and disgusted with me, she yelled out, "How could you daddy? How could you? That is so gross!" She started crying and screaming at the top of her lungs and even yelled some profanities at me. Now my wife comes running! "Jesus I thought, damn, how am I ever going to explain any of this to her, how?" I leaped into the bathroom, locked the door, and cleaned up. Now my next thought was how to return the diary. Then after that, I wondered how I was going to apologize to Jen and explain this to my wife! Everyone forgot about it at that moment, except Katie. I finally came out and behind everyone else, she stood there and looked at me and smirked. Then she blushed and mouthed the words, "Send it to me, and send it by mail.” No one saw her say it but me and she winked. Obviously, I had to explain everything to my wife, which was not pretty. Somehow, I had to explain what occurred, to Jen. That was definitely not going to happen; my wife took care of that. I was in the doghouse. I didn’t know for how long. Anyways, I was doing research for work a couple of days later. I got this email from Katie. "I hope it was worth it. Can we talk sometime?" I didn't respond for 2 days after that. I had to communicate eventually; but what I would say was the question. I secretly did want to get it on with her; it would be cool! I didn't know if or when I would be with her. Either way, I did know deep down that, it wasn’t going to happen! I couldn’t let it. I would email her soon enough with the right response. Katie's Diary Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Rendezvous Katie's Diary continued... Jen's dad was discovered by her friend masturbating while he read another friend's diaries. Completely naked in his own room, one of the adult girls saw him doing himself, accidentally! Of course, she screamed out in disgust as the rest of the clan, Jen, Katie, and eventually Dave's wife came in and saw him naked, and covered with... on to the story! My daughter, Jen, didn't talk to me or look at me for 4 days. I felt awful and my wife, ohh man, where do I begin? She was disgusted with me. She didn't read the diary. She didn't even ask about it. I hid it away until I had a chance to get it back to Jen's friend, Katie. I should have just kept it in the trunk of my car and sent it back immediately. Regardless, as horny as I had become and as pathetic as I turned out to be for a short while, I wanted to actually read the diary again. When, I couldn't figure that out. If I had the time, I would transpose it here and you would understand how I became so turned on. It was incredible that a 19 year old would be even remotely be fascinated by me or attracted to me. However, she was more mature for a young woman whose physical attributes had caught my eye a few times. Hey, I am a man, okay. Granted, I had given her lovely body a once over, a few times. That was all it was and nothing else. My wife that day of 'discovery' just hated me. She ripped me a new asshole! She berated me and lectured me after consoling our daughter for a couple of hours. I was not lectured for 10-15 minutes; I was lectured for 3 hours almost. Now, mind you, it isn't as if my wife and I don't have a sex-filled relationship, we have a very good one, but I am not going to go into that. In no way is that important. I had to redeem myself but how; I had no way of knowing. First things first, that was my goal! I had to write a letter to Jen and completely and utterly apologize sincerely. On the other hand, I had to find a way to ignore Katie. Yes Katie, she was still communicating with me, not as much as the first two times, but she had emailed me. I didn't respond to her, even after her second email. Then a god damn third one came. Damn was she persistent. Okay, I had to do something. I emailed Katie: "Katie, I am ashamed of my behavior. I am totally disgusted with what I did. I apologize from the bottom of my heart for breaching something so private to you and I should have never even remotely glanced at your diary. I had no idea what it was at the beginning and before I realized it, stuff just got out of control... I was completely flattered, but I should have been an adult and more mature regarding this and I was not. Please forgive me and I hope some day we can move on and forget this some how, Sincerely Mr. P." I didn't really believe what I wrote, but I had to write something. If I didn't, it all could come back to haunt me. She was online and instantly received my email. She quickly replied with, "It's okay Mr. P; I understand and respect what you have to say. (Still I believe what I wrote and I don't think otherwise with a wink attached to her response)", she added. "Ohhhhh Damnnnn I thought, Jesus, what am I going to do now? I have to ignore her." Which I did, but subconsciously, I slowly began losing a little weight and I went and got a nice stylish haircut so that I would seem a little younger and virile, I suppose. I began the next morning, cutting my calorie intake, starches, and sugar content. A few weeks had passed and I had lost 15lbs already. Another couple of weeks and I lost another 8lbs. Subconsciously, I was turned on by the fact that Katie found me attractive. As time passed, my wife and I became close again. It isn't as if she and I weren't close. However, what had happened messed us up big time. My daughter started talking openly to me again after 2 months. My wife began playing around again with me in our bedroom and without reservation. I would seduce her or she would seduce me. There was better sex between us and we were starting to feel young again. Since I did a lot of work lately at home, I did it mostly off of my corporate server instead of our internet provider, that way Katie wouldn't IM me or email me either. I happened to sign on our ISP and there were six emails from Katie over a span of 2 weeks and some attachments too. "What", I said aloud. I was at home in mid-morning. My wife was at work. The kids were gone too; I decided to open up the emails. I was worried what I would see maybe. It wasn't what I expected, but "Damn! Shit" is all I thought! Here's Katie, posing in some nice sexy outfits, tight shirts, breasts emphasized, nipples purging her knit tops, and tight sexy pants. All of this showed off her fine and full size ass. Okay I knew where this was leading! Yes, I was rather turned on by her "modeling". Okay, next set of pics on her next email. "Whoooaaa, underwear? Come on Katie! You've got to stop this", I said aloud. "Freakin A", I repeated. She knew her stuff. The third email, I didn't even read what she had written; I only looked at the pics. Whoooa! Whoooa! Now she was doing lingerie shots! Where is she getting this stuff from, I thought. I got horny and I got hard! You know what I was thinking. "No David, no" I said to myself! I was pinching and grunting between my legs wanting to do it! Well you know, yes I had to; I had to feel my cock! I'd say, "No don't!" Talking to myself repeatedly, saying No! These were all from a few days ago. Now 'out of the blue', another email with attachments comes in. "What the hell is going on, ohhhhhhh my God no!" She was stark naked this time! She was only showing her backside though; she had a full plump round ass and covered it up as I saw her little roll hanging out a little on her stomach. "Okay, you win", I said to myself. What do I do?" I thought. I called her on my cell! I knew her private line because I had called Jen on it a few times before. "Hello", Katie answered. "Hi Katie, this is Mr. P." "Hiiiiii Mr. P.", said Katie happily on the other end of the line. "Katie, you have to stop and I mean stop, I said! I understand all this and if you were going to do this, why haven't you done it with my son first, not that I would approve of it in the first place?" "Because, David doesn't or isn't attracted to me and I'm not interested in him, she said. I'm interested in you, she said and I know you are real attracted to me now! That's why I'm taking a huge chance that something might happen." I said, "No Katie, nothing is going to happen, not a thing. Katie, you are an exceptionally fine and attractive young woman and in another life, I would most definitely take you up on any solicitous offer, but this isn't going to happen!" Hehehehehe, she laughed and said, "yes it is, and soon I think". "What are you saying", I asked. "Mr. P, I want to have sex with you and we will!" The one thing I did, strangely enough was turn on my voice recorder on my PC. It records all conversations and I can record anything to a CD for reference. "Meet me, MR. P and we can talk about it, please?" "Why in the hell, Katie, do you want me?" She responded with this, "Because you have experience and I want to have sex in the worst way; you are a sweet and gentle man and I find you sexually attractive! You find me sexy and I know it". "Okay Katie, I will meet you for breakfast only and straighten this out, once and for all." "Sweeeeet, hehehehe, she responded, when?" We arranged the details and in 2 days I was meeting her at a small diner 15 miles away in a little village, no one ever goes there. Reason being, it had no stores to attract anyone for any reason. So in order to make things right, I wrote down a million, well 15 reasons why this cant, shouldn't or might not happen. I was restless the next 2 nights. I wanted to see her badly. I was aroused by the idea actually. I brought the diary with me. She brought all of her artillery as well. Her make up was on impeccably. Her hair was stunning, the clothes she wore that morning, got my attention. Her nipples were radiating through her button down top. She had me. I wanted her. I wanted to see what she had and what she had to offer. I wanted everything. I did everything I could do to prepare for this meeting with her, without being obvious. We chatted briefly. We ate quickly. "Now what Katie, I asked, what are you going to do about this?" "Would you like to come to my Townhouse", she asked. "Your townhouse", I responded. "Yes my townhouse she said happily and with out any reservation. My parents own a townhouse and we use it all the time for special parties. Let's go there, please, please?" When she smiled, I melted. I got horny. I was aroused. I wanted to see what she would try on me. Yes I did! I collapsed emotionally! I was hers and she was mine I guess. I drove us to her town house, which was in a new section of town away from everything. It was a fully functioning place. We got there; she went up and opened it up. I went up 2 minutes later. She was ready and she was willing! She lunged at me and grabbed me; she knew what she was doing. I didn't hold back. I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth also, moving and waving it around! I thought, God what a sexy mouth. Her body pressed up against me. I could feel her beautiful young boobs smashing themselves firmly into me. I grabbed her tighter. I pulled her so close she could feel my hard cock crammed up inside of my underwear, looking for a way out! My cock was pushing against her fine little plump body! It was such a sexy frame. She had this slightly chubby physique and I adored her features so much. I wanted us naked right away! I wanted to study her completely nude! I unbuttoned her blouse. I took off her soft jeans. I ran my hands over her round breasts, which were covered by a bright yellow bra. I saw nervousness in her eyes as I did this. "Relax Katie, just relax honey, I will make you feel so comfortable!" Katie smiled a little. Focusing again on her bra selection, only built up my 'load index'! Her lacy yellow bra, damn, she knew how to hook me: sinker and all! I reached forward; I gently polished her breasts as I closed my eyes and then opened them. I saw her eyes closed. I watched her body move as we stood there. Her eyes were still closed as I continued to caress her tits above her bra. I didn't want to take it off. It was an extraordinary design and aroused me more and more as I looked! It was different, because most, to me, tend to be pink, purple, black or white or along those lines. Katie's was exotic to me! Speaking very softly, I said, "I adore your body Katie and I adore your breasts! I adore your tummy and your butt as well! I absolutely adore them". Then with out saying a word, she slid her hand down my slacks and as easily as that, she clamped on to my cock, which just sent fireworks through me. I continued to rub her tummy gently and her boobs. I didn't want to disturb this moment. It was glorious. Then I led her to the bedroom. I pulled off all of the pillows, pulled back the covers, sat Katie down, got down on my knees, and removed her bra and panties, and then my clothes. She stared at my body for a second and then smiled a big smile as if approving. I sat down next to her, looked at her, took her hand, and laid it on my hard cock! Still looking at her smile and face, she gently stroked me. My eyes closed and my head went back absorbing the beauty of this sexual banquet that commenced! I reached forward and kissed her some more, deep sixing her with my tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmmm" I heard from her. Then, I licked her nipples and kissed her sexy and perky boobs. "OHHHHH" I said. "What?" she answered. "Ohh nothing except you are such a babe; you are so sexy Katie. I want to lick you all over to show you how sexually desirable you are to a man! I want to kiss you everywhere, I mean everywhere honey; I really do!" "Then do me, please do that all over me" She scooted up on the bed and pulled me with her and she spread herself out and 'opened the door' for us to inaugurate a sexual feast! I initiated a snack consisting of only kissing her at an assortment of specific areas that I have done with my wife many times. Her face looked like an angels face. Her eyes were closed. A look of surprised or curiosity captivated her expressions as I watched her while kissing her. Katie had never ever experienced anything even remotely close to this from what I gathered. Quietly as to not break the moment, I asked her, "Are you enjoying yourself?" "Oh my god yes, no guy has ever kissed me like what you're doing, never!" She didn't giggle, her body only quivered with an excitable energy about it. She was cooing a lot as I kissed her neck, her breasts, and her sides, which were slightly abundant with a little extra poundage, but so was the rest of her. She had just enough chubbiness that I slowly and continually built up a larger and greater load in my groins. A reservoir of that white, thick, creamy, and delicious cum was ready and waiting for Katie and where ever she wanted to receive it at and I was willing to provide all of it! Her body lay almost motionless but as I mentioned earlier, it would quiver occasionally as her senses reflected the thrill she was experiencing! Kissing all over, her tits, between them, around them and her nipples, down her sides and then kissing her belly, it was flabby, but oh, god was I turned on. Katie had beautiful tits! I kissed around her pussy, inside of her thighs. This was so erogenous and she was mesmerized when I kissed her thighs. Her body moved around more and more. She was anxious! She wanted something more intense. I wasn't giving her anything too soon at that point. I was working her and she was either naïve and wasn't sure what to do next or she was just taking in the moment. I hoped it was the latter. Her pelvic region moved left and right and occasionally up and down as to imply she was ready and craving cock! Nope, not yet I said to myself, be patient Katie! Then I looked up at her; her eyes were still closed but a smile adorned her face. She was happy. "Would you like to feel me lick you Katie?" She nodded yes. She didn't say anything. Her whole body shook with excitement. "Ohh, ohh, ohhhh! Oh yeah, wow, mmmmm", she uttered! Repeating herself, I went down over her tummy licking it, then back up to her tits and teasing her nipples, bringing them to a hardened state! She moved her hands so that she could feel them. She pinched her hard nipples. She grabbed one of my hands and put it on her nipple. "Pinch it, she told me, pinch my nipples, okay?" Therefore, I did and everything trembled on her. Her tits, her hips, her head, and her legs, all of it shook for a moment. Then she started massaging me as best as she could from her position, lying down. She reached for my cock and stroked it somewhat. She squeezed it hard as if she really, really had to have it in her hands or mouth or her pussy! I let her have it. I scooted up over her so that it was accessible to her hands. She grasped it with both but she didn't yank or stroke it, she only held it firmly! Now she put on an amazing smile. She closed her eyes again and an unusual look like that of someone craving something badly came over her! For now, I suppose my part was done. She was horny, I think! She tried sitting up, so I let her! She pulled me into her and with her hands, slid them over my chest. She leaned and kissed my chest after that. I watched her and studied her body. "You are sexy Katie, very sexy!" "Ohhh that's so sweet of you to say that, but I am not, but thank you Mr. P. thank you." "Oh yes, Katie, you definitely are sexy or I would not be here with you today at all!" Her hair just flowed down away from her face and her cheeks glowed with beauty. I brushed it back even farther and she smiled. She rubbed my chest some more and then my stomach. She looked at me and then kissed me. Then she shoved me back gently and swallowed my cock in her mouth so fast, I didn't see that coming. She sucked me madly. She swallowed me all the way down to my base! She held me deep inside of her mouth for what seemed like a whole 30 seconds! She slid a hand underneath my balls and tickled them with her designer fingernails. Fuck, I got hornier and hornier when she did that. I broke down, she didn't, and I did! "Katie, I love and adore your chubby figure. It is so damn erotic to watch. I have to be fucked. You want to fuck, right? Do you want that to?" "Oh my god yes, yes I do", she responded and without saying another word, she mounted me on top and just started up. She began bouncing away, up and down repeatedly. I pushed up at her, but she needed no help! She was screaming loudly. "Fuck me harder and faster! Oh fuck me, fuck me, ohhh, owww, ohh yes, owww! Ohh that's so good. Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes, that's so good, so good, yes!" She screamed and shouted even louder, her head turned back, her back arched backwards. She would either brace herself holding the bed or me for balancing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck yesssss! God Mr. P. you fuck so well! Oh, I love your cock. It's a monster, Mr. P. I want to suck you off, oh fuck yes, yes, yes!" "Ohhhhhh my God" and she orgasmed, and she screamed at the top of her lungs! I was entirely absorbed by her experience! She must have orgasmed at an extremely high intensity level because she just fell off my cock and I hadn't even come yet, and fell right on top of me. I started thinking; "let's do this again and now!" I was consumed by her soft curvaceous body, her rolls, thighs, and her ass! Oh, I did love that ass of hers, and I let her know how sexy it was a few times. After she had her orgasm, I fingered her. She couldn't handle the sensation of me fingering her, but I did it anyways. I was horny! She was so wet, soft and still releasing juices. She felt helpless and couldn't physically prevent me from fingering her! Then, to please her and myself more, I jacked myself off in front of her and she watched in her exhausted state. She tried to finger herself, but she couldn't. She was worn out. I fingered her but she didn't enjoy that any longer. Everything was so erotic. It all just felt right! She was wetter then either of us could ever imagine and I was ready to implode! My cock was as hard as it was going to be and every ounce of come wanted to go somewhere! I held it in for one last second. "Spread yourself Katie, I am going to go inside of you, okay?" "Oh no, please don't Mr. P, please don't, she begged me." "Please, please!" but she spread her full sexy thighs apart anyways and smiled in doing so and let me slide my solid cock inside of her fresh pussy. I slid right inside without restraint! Deep down to her subterranean depths, pushing and pulling myself for one last hurrah! Finally, I released my cock from inside of her, and pulled out, just prior and exploded all over her tits and her face like icing on a cake, masking everything. She let out a yelp of disbelief. She didn't think I was going to do that. She was delighted in my showmanship. She was expecting me to have sexual intercourse and thought I would ejaculate inside of her body. I couldn't do that to her, nor myself. I couldn't harm her like that. I like this young woman, but she's young and I'm not going to destroy her life. I like fucking her, you bet her sweet tits I did, but I wasn't going to do that! Katie was flabbergasted and happy. I was satisfied and overjoyed at this get together. I wanted to do her more and more. I wanted to suck her afterwards; Katie's Diary Ch. 02 I wanted to lick her everywhere! Even more, I somewhat wanted to fuck her repeatedly, if she wanted to. However, after as much as she and I fucked, we could not! She got up on top of me after I came and sat on me and smiled and went to my chest and kissed my nipples and then my lips. She went down me and kissed my limp cock, trying to entice it up again. She'd lick it, but nope it wasn't going anywhere. She swallowed it limp and sucked it limp! Why? I don't know. She just liked doing it I suppose. Either way she sucked it as is. I only laid there watching her have fun. This was a damn good time! "Katie? We can't ever, ever do this or speak of this again!" "Ohhh we can't ever speak of it again, she said, but 2 things we can do? We can always fantasize about it, true. So let's fuck again anyways and I'll write about us in my diary, now that I have it back" and she giggled, hehehehehe. Katie's Diary Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Katie's still in me Katie and I sat on the bed for a short period after having sex. I was mesmerized by her supple beauty. There wasn't anything this beautiful young woman should change, which in my opinion, was necessary. "Katie, you are insatiable! I wish I could do this with you day in and day out! I'd do it right now if of it was feasible." "Sure... It is feasible, let's do it again, right now! Come on, I will do this again", she exclaimed with a wide-eyed smile on her face! "Oh sure, you have all the energy and stamina in the world; me on the other hand, I'd be walking home almost bull legged if you and I did it as often as you wanted." Just then, Katie looked at me and said, "Listen, Mr. P., everything I wrote in my diary about you, I honestly believe. I think I could do it with you all the time" I took her hands, held them for a few moments and said, "Katie sweetheart, you are one in a million! One of the finest and sexiest women I've ever had the pleasure to be with! I don't, however see any way I can continue having a relationship. This isn't normal and it isn't fair to you or anyone else in our lives in the long run." "But Mr. P. why can't we be lovers, you love me don't you? You do love me, right?" "Katie, I will always, 'love' you in a manner of speaking. But I love many people in many different ways. I wish I could explain how I love you, with out you becoming hurt." "Don't you love my body, she asked. Don't you love my personality and attitude?" "Ohhh Katie, I think you are beautiful, sexy, lovely, and adorable and more! I want to keep you, make love with you all the time. I just can't. I can't. We have to end this and we can't continue this infatuation." "Infatuation, she queried me, I am not infatuated with you. I am completely and utterly crazy about you and I find you attractive too." She lunged at me and started kissing me. I let her and I let myself kiss her back repeatedly. She kissed like a mad woman! She swallowed me up! Pulling at my lips and groping my body. Her tits smashed against me! Her hands ran through my hair. Her soft fingers absorbed me as they tantalized my head. I got horny again! I didn't want to stop. I couldn't find my will power. Oh my god, she kissed brutally. She had a fervent manner about her! "Ohhh, Dave, Dave, stop her!" I couldn't, but I wanted to. I had to. I must! Finally, I ushered all the will power and pushed Katie back. I looked at her, holding her body. She was confused! "Why, Mr. P., why do you want to stop?" "Katie, I never ever want to stop, but I have to. I never ever want not to kiss you. Please understand, you mean a lot to me. But we have to end this. We do. That's final honey!" "It isn't and I won't. Even if I email or write of us, you will know my feelings, Mr. P. I know that. I do." So she didn't. She continued to tantalize me. She was exacting in her pursuit over a year's time. She emailed me with journal entries and pics she'd email me and little movies she make showing how she'd fondle herself, for me. It was arousing to say the least and torturous! I wanted to be there in that room with her! I wanted to be inside of her thighs! I wanted to eat her out. I wanted to put myself in side of her! I wanted to tell her this and more. She had me almost... almost, she had me... but I couldn't succumb! I used my wife as that surrogate! I'd make passionate love with her. I'd become more romantically aggressive with her, imagining that it was Katie and me! I never cried out Katie's name, but my mind focused on Katie's snatch or tits, depending on what my wife would do while 'making love'! She and I had the most incredible foreplay as time went on. I researched different techniques that would be acceptable to my wife without being too over the top. There wasn't too much she and I would not consider, within reason. Finding new erogenous zones was beneficial, in the end. My wife and I re-discovered each other intimately. We found what really might turn the other on. She and I learned to take a day together, slower and slower. I'd romance her. We'd sit and drink wine. We'd talk about what's happening with us. Eventually, the emails and voice mails from Katie were precious, but unnecessary. I didn't crave her lusting attention. I responded less and less. Even a journal online that Katie began that she only kept for me seemed less important. I never responded and I didn't find it as important. Granted, she could still come back to haunt me and ruin me. She could crush me, if she was vindictive! Katie was not that way. Eventually we grew apart. Maybe not emotionally, but due to time, we did... for now. My wife and I would go to our bedroom and lay in bed, and we would speak softly to one another, rekindling a hidden passion we didn't realize was slipping away. We made love often, but we didn't recognize that the romantic portion was gone and we had sex for sex purposes only. While speaking to my wife romantically, she and I began to notice the little things we took for granted that heightened an easier arousal and orgasm for the both of us. Just sitting and watching out the window while on our bed, we watched the branches of a tree and noticing how they swayed in the wind. Far enough away from the window that no one could see us, we took delight in the simple things that relaxed us. Upon sitting there, I'd slowly undress her. Unbuttoning one button at a time, I'd undo all the way down until I completed my 'task'. None of this was a task though, it became a pleasure, to say the very least. She and I'd sit up again the headboard. Slipping off her top, she'd turn her head in approval with a nice relaxed smile on her face. Nothing sexually aggressive at that point, it was nice easy intimate foreplay. Pulling her against me as I supported myself against our headboard, we'd watch the suns rays outside, hopefully or the rain and I'd stir up her frontal area. Caressing her stomach, her breasts, and her sides gently, I never wanted to be too aggressive. We wanted to take our time. I loved her breasts. I loved almost any woman's breasts, for that matter. I forgot how incredible hers were. I overlooked how wonderful her nipples were. These were gigantic, when aroused. I wanted to tease for hours, but the nipple only takes so much 'pain' over time. She'd love it for a several minutes. She loved my tongue too, but it would tingle almost painfully after several minutes. Eventually she and I discovered various positions to do foreplay. Those various positions led to different ideas for fucking. Since my wife had her tubes tied, that wasn't an issue any longer. I discovered a handful of new things to utilize while having sex with her. I always wanted her on top, like I wanted Katie, but she wanted me on top. It was a dilemma. Who gets their way? She did. She wanted me on top, in control, and that's the way I let her have it. Fucking directly over her, fucking behind her, fucking sideways, fucking upside down... each was fun and some was new; either way making love with my wife was great. Licking her out was fun. She'd learn to shave her garden. She and I learned to shave her together and not just her vaginal area. She'd let me shave her legs even and I let her shave my face. We talked about me shaving my groin. I didn't have the 'balls' to do it at that point. It was our way of reconnecting. It worked well. Our kids, over time, grew tired of their existence here and moved out. Each secured new jobs and good places. David secured a position as a purchasing agent for a well-known retailer. Jenn became an administrative assistant for a large law firm. She moved in with two other girls from the firm. I didn't know them. She dated a man from the firm who was the manager of the mailroom. He was six years older then her, which bothered me. As for Katie, I didn't stay in touch. She kept me on her email list. She didn't stop sending me occasional emails, naughty ones in fact, but she didn't do it as frequently. I suppose with her new job, her priorities may have changed. I asked Jenn about her in general terms, but they had grown apart. I didn't email Katie. My wife and I redeveloped our love, not that we weren't out of love, but we... or I became much more in tune with where our true interests should be. She and I went on dates, we'd hold hands, and we'd kiss in the car, prior to getting out and going inside somewhere. I'd even get childish and try to cop a feel as if we were kids again. I was allowed to do that. She'd rub my crotch, trying to get a hard on out of me. I'd joke with her saying she'd have to bend over, unzip me, and give me head. Eventually I think I could get her to that point in the car. As two people in our early forties, I think she and I had a good thing going on. We tried our hardest to leave any serious stuff out of this new romantic relationship we rediscovered. Jenn stopped in one Saturday morning, early in fact. It was 7:30am. My wife and I were spooning. I had opened the curtains so she and I could enjoy the morning sun come in. It was very soothing. Wearing nothing but underwear, neither of us made a pot of coffee. My arms wrapped around her, she let me touch away here and there. I tried to tickle her sides a little in some quiet play. She'd reach back, attempting to get at my limpness. I maneuvered her body some, so she could attach her hand to it. Once grabbing on, I finally had her turn towards me so she could, if she cared to, just jack it off. Instead, I was surprised by her desire to slide down to the foot of our bed and taste me. I said, "Wouldn't that be better, if it was cleaned and prepared first?" We laughed and she said, "Nahhh, that's okay, I'll take my chances" and slipped my completely limp piece inside. She didn't do anything except suck on it gingerly as if it was a Tootsie Roll Pop. "So how many licks does it take to get to the center of my pop, honey?" With a mouthful of cock, limp as it was, she couldn't answer clearly, but she mumbled something with a half ass smile. She pulled herself off and replied, "Listen, I'm horny and if I'm going to get proper treatment, then let me do what needs to be done." Now remember, Jenn had come and we didn't hear her car or the door. We were upstairs and our door was open since no one lived with us any longer. She may have called out our names, but with us talking ear to ear, she and I didn't hear Jenn. Jenn walked upstairs as she normally does and didn't hear us. She walked down the hallway and I thought I heard something. But my wife had just mounted me in reverse so that I could lick her out and she could suck me off also. Surpriiiise... this voice sounded out. "Ohh... mommm... dadddd... ewwww! Why didn't you close the door?" She saw us going at one another. She saw my cock hanging out of her mom's mouth! She saw me initializing a muff dive on her mom. She didn't even think that we still did it with one another. She turned briskly and walked back down the hallway and down the stairs. "Well sweetheart, once again you've grossed out your daughter", my wife said half jokingly. "Me, I've grossed out my daughter? How about, we have grossed out our daughter." We dressed and went downstairs. She and I laughed but composed ourselves as Jenn sat at the kitchen table trying to compose her self also. She looked up. She was visibly upset "Do you two have it out for me to become grossed out? Oh my god, how many times do I hafta see my dad...you know... eckkk!" "Sorry Jenn, I said. I am very sorry. But your mother and I do have all the right in the world to enjoy one another and express it any time we want to!" "Eccckkk daddy, I don't want to hear it, please! It's grosssss! I don't wanna know about you and mom!" "Jenn honey, said her mom, you need to grow up! You just need to grow up. You and I are going to talk. But don't tell me you haven't ever thought about whatever and us. Don't tell me you haven't been to a party or somewhere else and seen a guy's penis. I am sure you've seen guys or older men and jewels, right Jenn?" "Mom, ewww, stop that; I don't care to discuss that with you! Jenn turned quickly, walked out of the room, went, and collected some items from her old room. My wife and I looked at each other. We were amused but empathetic as well. We knew how she felt. We had been there with our parents to some degree. I remember seeing my mom and dad naked when I was 19 while hanging out in the back yard with friends. I remember it well. My parents thought we were getting ready to leave, but instead, we hung out in the back yard and went swimming. My friends decided they weren't ready to leave. So we all lounged by the pool. We began playing a game. Then I took off my clothes, except my boxers. My parents became playful, went upstairs, and began getting it on and thinking we left. The door wasn't closed all the way. If you walked past their room, you could get to my room. An old friend, Aaron Jones, wanted something that was in my room. I went up to get it out of my closet. Going into the house, I didn't hear much of anything. Going upstairs, I heard some rustling, but paid no mind. Walking past my parent's room, which the door was half closed, I didn't pay attention at first and didn't hear much of anything anyways. I assumed nothing was going on either. Habitually looking sideways into their room as I passed it, there was my mom freakin naked as heck on top of my dad, and banging away at him. Her tits were swaying up and down. Her head was bent backwards. Her back was arched back as well; however, she was screaming either. "Oh my freakin God, my parents are going at it", I thought! I never ever saw them do each other before; I never ever even thought about them getting it on in any way. But now, I thought, fucking one another when I have friends around? I thought nooo not now! Have a little respect for me. That's gross too! I just shut up, kept it to myself until later, retrieved the stuff in my bedroom and went outside, disgusted. My mom naked as a jaybird or fucking in plain sight is not attractive. It probably has the same similarity of cow dung in public... it's completely and utterly gross! So I empathized with my daughters feelings. My wife had a similar experience, but for all practical purposes, it's not as important, the point had been made. She went and tried to console Jenn. I think this was just another learning experience for her. She seems to have received some of the more graphic one's in life as opposed to David. Several weeks passed by and Jenn had stopped coming by at all unless she knew it was completely safe. Her feelings grew for this guy in her office. They were serious. David was doing well. My wife had expanded her interests and I began seeing weird things off and on after a couple of months. One day I was getting prepared to take a contract I negotiated and completed to a Regional Marketing Seminar where I would meet up with our Controllers and Marketing managers. As I emailed the contract and printed it off as well, I switched from the network and pulled up my personal email. Five new emails and all from Katie, so I made sure no one was around. My wife was upstairs in the shower. I opened each up. She had written in her journal. These weren't just any thoughts or contemplations. These were poems. These were sophisticated poems with deep meaning to them. I was impressed! I was completely impressed. Should I respond? Of course, she wants me to respond; she wants me to say something to her, but what does she want to hear? "Dear Katie, these poems... these lovely, romantic poems should be saved for a man who can make your entire life meaningful. I am not able to make your life meaningful. I hope I have made it worthwhile in some instances, but others who have a more direct effect on you should help influence what you want and what you could achieve, from within yourself. You have so many abilities that only a handful of people in this world possess. Not everyone has that determination that you own. Be rational about what you want and desire, for those choices will define or destroy what you already have. I am not here to define your life. I am only or I was only a stepping-stone in your life. Move on and may you be blessed in your pursuits. With deep, deep regards, Mr. P." I left it at that. I looked and looked at my response to her and her poems. She had written all of these on her on-line journal. All were chronicled for me to know about and refer back to, if I so chose. I chose not to, although I fought with the desire to pursue my deep-seated craving to reconnect and lust for Katie. I kept all of this as buried as possible. For a while, I was successful. I walked upstairs. My wife had just stepped in the shower. I had to leave on a flight in three hours. "Is there any room available in there", I called out. "Haven't I offered you ore then enough lately? She was teasing and I didn't notice her signals. If you must, she continued, do I need to prime anything for you?" I laughed to myself. She was also laughing under her breath in the shower. I walked undressed and held my cock in my hand. "Oh, just in case, I did close and lock our bedroom door." Holding my cock in hand, she looked down and said "No, no, no... That's my job, isn't it?" "I hope so, I chimed back, and I do hope that's your intention. It is right?" She reached for it as I stood just outside our shower. She gave it a slight tug with out injury! I quickly stepped in and reclaimed my affinity for her. Hugging her from behind, I wrapped my arms around her and we felt our love and appreciation under the showering spray. I could hear the warm sounds from her. I would pull her tighter. She'd wrap her arms around mind, rubbing away and my arms. Eventually, of course, I raised my hands further north. I began sliding them upwards underneath her breasts as I held them in my cupped hands. I'd let my hands shift back and forth underneath as I felt as if I was massaging them and pleasing her. She hadn't moved while I massaged the undersides. She stood up against my front side and I began to move about the sides of her tits, and then up over the top portion. Each time, I'd feel her soft but cushiony breasts. It was as if I held on to a superb loaf of Jewish Rye bread. That kind of deli rye made bread you knew was quality bread that doesn't fall apart after it's toasted. It is the type of deli rye, which has a wonderful robust flavor to it. That's what I appreciated or tried to appreciate when making love to my wife and her breasts. Never would I believe she's a piece of meat, or bread in this case, but she's a class act woman. She and I appreciated the other's company. I assumed and she assumed we were 100% committed to the other. Both of us had a trump card, the other didn't know about. I had Katie, I think, if I cared to and she had a lover, infrequently, I didn't know about. I kept her grounded though. Maybe she kept me grounded too. "It's dangerous to try and fuck in here", I said. "Honey, who said anything about fucking in here, I think if you and I want to fuck, we should step out. Ummm anyways, can we just toy with one another in here? It is nice and romantic", she added. She turned around. Her nipples were bursting with flavor. They were engrossed in desire. They looked like they were calling out for a partner or more. My mind said, Ill be a partner, when should we hook up?" Reaching for me, she grabbed a hold of my cock. "You aren't getting any blow job, but I'll whack you off if you want." Fair enough, I took what she offered. Sex is sex, sometimes. You take what's available, sometimes. She and I didn't do what I expected. She creamed me up with her cream rinse she liked to use in her hair. It had such a nice fresh scent that was captured between the walls of our shower. It brought you alive a little without the use of it. Katie's Diary Ch. 03 She moved me away from the spray of the water as she shifted the palm of her hand back and forth over me. Feeling her hand pulling the forces to my softened shaft brought my nerves to their attention. I could feel a sense of awareness everywhere that directed its attention to one location: My cock. Yes, it summoned all that was necessary. Come one, call all, and come join in the rush. The rush of that thicker, milky substance that so desired to be shot out of my cannon. My excitement grew. My smile widened; my craving of throbbing to become more intense surrounding my loins. Oh, God yes, she was doing me so well! Oh, God yes, keep stroking me baby, I thought. She slid her hand into my groin area and then back off, slowly. Slowly, she'd do it again. I didn't mutter a word. I only felt her long and soft, delicate fingers wrapped around it, stroke me in a distinguished way. It felt so good! Ohh, I could feel the milky cum heading its way into the tube. My breathing changed. I felt that wave of my neuron's sending impulses up through my upper body saying, "I'm ready; yeah, I am ready!" "Honey, I shouted, I'm ready; I'm gonna blow, do you want some?" But she said no thanks, just enjoy this and she cranked it up a couple notches. I was there, but I thought, No? She doesn't want any part of my cum? She doesn't want it at all? That takes the fun out of it all. Just as I was at that heightened stage, I fizzled! She was not interested in any interactive exchange. I felt just a tad let down. My juices somewhat subsided! I let out a half load. It didn't even shoot out far. I felt as if I shortchanged myself, she shortchanged me and I showed I wasn't as virile as I know I really am. "What the fuck", I thought. I didn't say that aloud. I turned to her and said that was nice. I kissed her, stepped out of our shower. She new it was a bad showing, but she also didn't say a word. I got dressed. I went downstairs. I got online. I double-checked my emails. There was nothing. I almost emailed Katie, but I didn't. I was disappointed. I didn't tell my sexual sob story to anyone. I kept that to myself. However, I was disenchanted with what just happened upstairs. She didn't want to get into anything with me, sexually. I thought what's up with that. I suppose I wasn't as enthralling maybe. I wasn't sure. I went back upstairs. She didn't hear me. I was shaving. She was in the shower. The music was on now. She was in there fingering herself. She did it without me. That sent me a signal. She wasn't as attracted to me as I thought and desired something or someone else. Who that was, I wasn't sure. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel. As she stood there drying off, I tried playing. She wasn't interested, again, so I asked her, "Did you enjoy your finger?" She laughed and said. "Yep, I sure did!" Damn, she sent another signal. I guess I'm fucked for the time being. I kissed her, stepped in the shower again and cleaned up. I got out, got dressed, got my bags, got breakfast, and kissed my wife goodbye. On the way to the airport, I sent a text message to Katie. I simply said hi, asked her what she was up to and hoped things were good with her. I did not get a reply. This is what I sent her: "Hi Katie, how have you been? I know I said we can't be together and I still want to believe that. I know, or I think I know you understand that too. I hope you are fine, ttyl." I paused before I sent it. I just went back on my word. I contradicted myself. No further contact and here I was, texting her. What was I thinking? What was I doing? Why did I do that? I know why...