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The Diary

By: caineabel2



 (I found this in my wife's bureau the other day. I don't know what to do. Any suggestions?)

August 18, 1997

I am writing this because I have no one else to tell. I have done something terrible. I have cheated on my husband. Actually I have not technically cheated, I mean no other man has touched me. I just flirted. And not even in person. I flirted over the Internet. I am sure that does not really count. Still, I think that I will keep this to myself. 

August 21, 1997

I did it again! I logged on to the Internet and went directly to the chat room. I am using the name "Deann". The same man that I talked to last time was there. He gave his name as "David". He asked questions about what I looked like and where I lived, and I told him! I only told him that I am blonde and attractive, and that I live in Alaska. He told me that he is a writer and spends a lot of time on the Internet. He said that he is tall, with dark hair. He seemed very interested in me, which I found very exciting. We have made a sort of date to talk again next Saturday. I find myself looking forward to it more than I probably should. What will I do if my husband finds out?

August 25, 1997

Yesterday was amazing! It was also exciting, frightening, and not a little bit naughty. David and I talked for almost two hours on the Internet. He told me about his writing and I told him about my job working with children. God my job seems boring compared to his. We also talked about sex! He asked if I was married. I told him yes. I was afraid that he might log off when he heard that, but he didn't. He said that made me even more interesting! I relaxed a little after that and soon found myself talking about my husband and my relationship. I feel guilt including my husband in this. But sure feels good to have someone to talk to. Then David asked about how we met. And then when was the first time we fucked! That is just how we wrote it. When we "Fucked", not when we "made love", or when we "had sex". He wanted to know when we fucked! My hands were trembling as I typed, but I managed to answer his question. He asked if I liked it. I told him that it was wonderful! Then he asked when was the last time that I had fucked. I had to think but I finally told him that it had been about two weeks ago. Poor baby, he said. Was that wonderful too, He asked? Not really I said. It was nice but not what it had once been. David continued asking me questions and I continued to answer them. Then he asked me for my phone number! I can't give that out I said. He promised to be careful. He would only call when my husband was away. I just want to hear your voice, he said. I know it is stupid but I gave him my work number! And my real name! God I hope I didn't just screw up my life!

September 11

It has been over two weeks and I have not heard from David. I have logged onto the chat room every day this week and there is no David. I am thinking that I might have scared him off. Maybe after he got off of the computer he had time to think about what he was doing. Or maybe like me he is married. It is probably for the best anyhow. There is too much at risk.

September 15

He called! I knew right away that it was him. He has a deep baritone voice. First he apologized for not calling sooner. He said that he had to finish a book and then he had some meetings with his publisher. He told me that he had been thinking of me the whole time. I told him that I was very busy and would not be able to talk to him. I also told him that it might be easier if I gave him my home number. He was quiet and then he asked if I was sure. Yes, I said. I am sure. I also told him when to call so that my husband would not be there. He said good-bye and then I hung up. When I got up to I noticed that my panties were wet. I decided that it was a good thing that he would not be calling me at work anymore. That night my husband and I had great sex. I ripped his clothes off and sucked on his cock until his knees gave out. He asked what had come over me. I just smiled. 

September 18

I just got off of the phone with David. I am still shaking with excitement. David called right after my husband went to the movies. I jumped when the phone rang. As soon as I heard that deep voice of his I could feel my juices starting to flow. He asked what I was wearing. That is such a tired old line I said, but then I told him that I just had on some shorts and an old tank top of my husbands. He asked if the tank top was able to hold my breasts in. "Yes, I have fairly small breasts', I told him. "More than a handful is just a waste" he said. "As long as there is at least a mouthful."

"Oh it is more than a mouthful", was my reply. My panties were absolutely plastered to my crotch and there was a warm feeling running up through my belly. "Are you alone in the house?" he asked. "Yes" I said. Everybody was gone for at least two hours. "Do you have a phone next to your bed?"

"Yes."

"I will wait while you go to it." He is very cocky I thought, but I did what he asked. When I was lying in my bed I put the phone to my ear. "I am back," I said. "From now on, when I call, this is where I want you to be."

"I have no problem with that," I said. David proceeded to ask about my body. He asked about my legs. "Long" I said. He asked about my ass. "Round, firm". He asked about my breasts. "Average, sensitive." Then he asked about my pussy. "Is it wet?"

"Yes". "Are you touching it?"

"No". "Why not?"

"I am afraid". "Afraid of what?"

"Afraid that I will come."

"That is certainly not something to be afraid of. Please touch yourself. I am."

"You are?"

"Absolutely. The sound of your voice makes it impossible not to."

"You're masturbating?"

"Yes. Very slowly. And I would like to know that I am not the only one turned on here."

"I…. am turned on!"

"Good. Rub your pussy. " I did what he asked. My pussy was drenched. My fingers went straight to my clitoris and began to rub up and down. "Tell me when your are going to come. I want to come with you."

"It won't take very long," I said. I know he could hear my breath catch in my throat. I held the phone to my chest and arched my back". Now!" I screamed. I could feel him grunting into my chest as he also came. It took several moments for my body to calm down enough to talk to him again. After he had cleaned himself up, we agreed to talk on the next Saturday.

September 22

I am doubting this whole thing again. I really love my husband. He would be very angry if he found out. On the other hand he is always the one talking about my sleeping with other men. That would sure teach him. But I don't want to lose him. I guess it is just going to have to be my little secret.

September 25

This time when David called I was already in bed, and I had already been playing with my pussy. His voice really turns me on! I decided to start asking him questions this time. How tall was he? "Six foot". How old was he? "Thirty four."

"What is your cock like."? "What do you mean?"

"Is it thick? Is it long? Do you know how to use it?"

"If I answer that, you will think that I am lying!"

"Really! Now I am intrigued. Come on tell!"

"My cock has been a problem most of my life. It is larger than average and much thicker. Many of my girlfriends could not take it all in. I did not lose my virginity until I was nineteen. My neighbor's wife seduced me after seeing me undress in my room. She certainly had no trouble. But both of my ex-wives did!"

"Two ex-wives?"

"Yeah terrible isn't it? Now I am alone calling faceless women and having phone sex."

"Then what does that make me?" David's voice got lower. " That makes you daring and unbelievably sexy!"

"You just want me to stay on the line."

"More than anything."

"I could take you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I could take your cock!" (As soon as I said this I felt my whole body shiver.) "I'll bet you could. Have you ever taken a twelve inch cock before?"

"Not a real one."

"You have a dildo that big!"

"My husband bought it. He thought I would like it. I practiced with it until I could swallow up all but two or three inches into my pussy. My husband gets all hot and bothered when I do this."

"How does it make you feel."? "Dirty! I do get a little turned on. Mostly because it turns him on so much. I only do it rarely."

"Do you still own it?"

"Oh yes."

"Would you be willing to use it with me." His voice sounded so cute and sexy I could not resist. I went to the closet and brought the big dildo and a few smaller ones. When I was back in bed I breathed into the phone. "Now what?"

"Do you have it?" (I could hear the excitement in his voice) "I have it and some of its smaller cousins."

"Tell me what turns you on."

"This. This turns me on. Talking to you."

"What else?"

"Being eaten out! That is my favorite."

"Anything else?"

"Fucking!"

"Just fucking?"

"Well there is something else but I don't want my husband to know about it."

"What is that? And why wouldn't you want your husband to know?"

"I am very turned on by being touched analy."

"God my cock just swelled up when you said that. Have you had anal sex."? "We tried, my husband and I."

"Did you like it."? "Kind of, but it also hurt me."

"Did you prepare yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you stretch your anus out to accept his cock?"

"I tried but I got bored with it."

"I see, well it is a bitch to be bored with sex. Are you bored right now?"

"No."

"Would you like to try a little anal with me?"

"Yes. I think that would turn me on." David had me lubricate the smallest dildo and also my ass. When my ass was starting to open and close on it's own he told me to slowly slip the fake cock in. I lay on my stomach, arched my back, and slowly worked the dildo into my throbbing asshole. It felt good immediately. As I started slipping and sliding that cock in my ass I visualized David driving his big twelve-inch cock in my ass. My breath started coming in gasps, which David could hear over the phone, which I had placed by my mouth. In a moment I felt myself getting ready to come. "Stop!"

"What?"

"Stop. And take out the dildo." I did what I was asked. Though I was a little confused and still very horny. "Do you have a bigger dildo?"

"Yes, but I have never put it into my ass."

"Would you try it for me?"

"I'll try". I lubed up the cock and spread my cheeks wide. I pressed the head against my lubricated anus. The dildo slipped around but would not quite penetrate my ass. "It won't fit!" I complained. "Rub your clit!" I rubbed my pussy and in a moment I felt my ass open and swallow the head. It felt great. I slowly began to slide it in and out until I had a third of it buried in my tight anus. My ass was stuffed and my pussy was humming. In another few strokes all but a few inches of the cock were buried in my ass. "Does it feel good?"

"Very!"

"Do you want to feel better?"

"I don't know if I could stand it."

"Take the other dildo, the big one, and ease in to your pussy."

"I don't think I can."

"You can." I did what David asked and my pussy easily swallowed the monster cock. Now I was totally stuffed with cocks. David urged me to alternate them, pushing one into my pussy and pulling the other out of my ass, and then the other way around. My body felt pummeled and I imagined that my husband and David were ramming my body over and over again. I could almost smell my husband's musky odor as I imagined him in my ass and David filling up my hot pussy. Juices were running freely down my inner thighs. I suddenly felt my body start to twitch and I knew that I would be coming soon. David was moaning too. He kept cheering me on. "Come for me baby, he said, come for me." When I came it caused my whole body to lift straight off of the bed. I yanked the cocks out of my ravaged body and curled up into a ball. My body was still shuddering in orgasm as I heard David yell out in his own climax. When we recovered David and I agreed to continue this relationship next week. I wonder how we will top last time.

September 28th

I cannot believe how obsessed I have become with sex. I think about it constantly! I have been fucking my husband every night and I still cannot seem to get satisfied. I desperately want to talk to David and tell him how he is making me feel! I am turning into a real slut!

September 31st 

I am still horny! My conversation with David only made me crazier. He called too early and I had to hang up after pretending he was a wrong number. I don't think my husband had any clue. He is just so happy to be getting laid regularly he walks around with a big dopey grin on his face. Thankfully David figured it out and called back after an hour. "Sorry!"

"No problem he just took a long time to gather up the kids."

"Are you horny?"

"That is a stupid question! I have never been hornier. I am not sure if I can stand this. I think about sex all day long."

"Now you know what it is like to be a guy."

"It sucks!"

"If we are lucky."

"Ha Ha!"

"So tell me about it."

"I proceeded to tell David about my obsession and my constant fucking."

"Tell me details."

"Well usually when we have sex I come once and want to stop. That is not the case anymore. I pulled his cock out of his pants five minutes after he walked in the door on Wednesday. The other night I begged him to put his fingers in my ass! God I came hard. I even swallowed his come twice! I have not done that since we first started dating!"

"Why is it that women stop doing those special things once we marry them."

"Same reason that you men stop buying us flowers and doing your own dishes!"

"Did you like swallowing his come?"

" I loved it. I even came doing it last night!"

"That sounds very sexy. Do you mind if I stroke my cock while we talk?"

"No. Not at all. I have been playing with my pussy since I got out of bed this morning."

"That must make it hard to get anything else done.' "Listen to this." I placed the phone next to my pussy. My fingers made wet squishy sounds as they plunged into my cunt. Bringing it up I said, "Do you hear that? It has been like that all week1"

"Should I apologize?"

"No. You should talk dirty to me until I come."

"Play with your asshole."

"Already beat you to it."

"Really. You are getting nasty. How many fingers are in your ass?"

"Two."

"Put in another one." I did as he asked. I felt my ass stretching to accommodate the width. It felt amazing. Through a haze I heard David's voice. "Don't you think it is time to allow your husband another shot at that tight ass of yours?"

"What. What are you talking about?"
"Well since I can't fuck you myself I would like you to stick your pretty ass into the air and let your husband fuck you until you come so hard you pass out."

"What if it hurts again?"

"Does it hurt right now?"

"No. It feels wonderful"

"Then you will ensure that it feels wonderful with him Good-bye, I will call you next week. Have fun." Before I could say a word he had hung up. "You Bastard!" I looked at the phone in dismay. My fingers plopped from my ass with a soggy "pop"!

October 3rd

Last night it happened! My husband fucked my asshole! Why did I wait so long? After my phone call with David I began using the Dildo on my ass every day. After a while my ass was able to take it with ease. So finally last night I let my husband experience my other hole. It started off like usual with me just laying there and waiting for him to make the first move. He kissed me a little and played with my tits but I just wasn't getting aroused. Finally I just turned him over and began to suck his cock. My husband has a very nice cock. It is not the longest in the world but it is the thickest I have ever had. It did not take long for him to get hard. Then he licked my pussy. It felt so good that I almost came right there. When he stuck his cock into my hot cunt I let out a deep moan. He looked very surprised that I was being so responsive; little did he know that David had been warming me up for this night for several weeks. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. His cock felt so good that I had a small orgasm right at the beginning. He continued to fuck me and it just felt better and better. I could feel my neglected ass beginning to open and close in anticipation. Finally I shoved him back and said, "How would you like to try my other hole?" Eyes opened wide and I could hear his breath catch in his throat. "Are you sure?" With that I pushed him off and turned over. Reaching back I opened my cheeks and smiled over my shoulder. "Just try me." My husband quickly jumped up to get the lubricant and I could feel my heart beating fast in anticipation. He began working the lubricant around with his fingers and my ass literally sucked his fingers into my body. "God you are so hot back here!"

"Please Honey put them in deeper." I pleaded. My husband began to thrust first one finger and then two into my ass. At each thrust I pushed my hips back to absorb as much pleasure as possible. "Okay now put your big cock in there." As he pressed the head to my quivering opening I could feel shivers running from his cock to my pussy. I moaned and pushed back until the head was just inside. I could hear his ragged breath as I pushed again and swallowed his big cock all the way to his balls. "Oh my God." He moaned. "I can't believe how open you are."

"Don't talk just fuck me, please." With that he started to slam his cock into my ass. I could feel his balls slapping my clitoris at each thrust and I was amazed that there was no pain. I heard myself pleading for him to fuck me harder as I reached down and began playing with my clit. I just a few moments I heard him groaning and knew the moment was near. I rubbed myself more vigorously and began to come at the exact same moment that he did. We both arched our backs and I could feel his cock pump spurt after spurt of come into my ass. It was amazing.

Oct. 10th

I have just recovered from my period. That has sort of put the kibosh on my newly discovered sex drive. I have still been masturbating every morning before work. My sex drive is constantly in high gear. Tony called once while I was at work. He sounds different. I think he might be jealous of my husband and I. I wanted to tease him like he does me; there were other people there though, so no way. 

Oct. 20th

I do not have much to say. Tony is still acting distant on the phone. He won't even masturbate with me like we did before. He cut the call very short. I am afraid that if Tony stops calling my sex life will return to the way it was. Maybe he is waiting for me to spice it up. I don't think that I cold think of anything. 

Oct. 23rd

Tony called this morning. I tried to get him aroused by talking sexy. He was quiet and did not respond much at all. I even started to play with my self. He acted bored. I finally got mad. "What do you want from me?"

"What do you want?"

"I want to have what we had before."

"What was that?"

"Knock it off. You know what I am talking about. I need you to make me feel that way again."

"You don't need me for that. Do it yourself."

"Do you want me to tell you how I fucked my husband last night?"

"You didn't fuck last night."

"What makes you say that?" I was surprised that he knew. "I can tell by your voice. You sound horny and unsatisfied."

"Well I am unsatisfied! Why won't you talk to me and make me come."

"I am bored with this. It is always the same. I talk, you masturbate, and you come. Then you fuck your husband and you come again. I think that this is all the excitement you can handle."

"What do you want from me?" There was a long pause. "I want you to step out of yourself. I want you to take a risk."

"What kind of risk?"


The Diary



As I sat and sipped another cup of coffee, I noticed a rumbling outside. Eager to see what disturbed me from my mind's endless ranting, I raced to the door to discover a gentle rainstorm had enveloped the entire countryside. My heart wrestled with the notion to dash out and dance naked in the rain as my lover and I used to do in days before, but my body reminded me that my lover is gone, and I am but an old man, regretful yes, but not so that my heart lies as my body, fragile and in decay. It soars as I once did. 

Joyous to see such a storm, very rare here in North Dakota, I sat back down at my desk, took one long sip of my now lukewarm java, and began writing something, anything that reminded me of days before. I have nothing but time.

Some days before I was informed of my brother's demise in North Africa. He had long been a supporter there of various local regimes, courting the favor of communist rebels that he had managed, through guerilla tactics and later pure genius, to place in power. He at last had to come to terms with the military might of rival governments, but only at the point of a bayonet would his revolutionary spirit finally be extinguished. My filial ties beckoned me to the memorial, but I could not in good conscience mourn a man who did so much to hurt so many. As I write now may the devils tear his immortal soul asunder.

I spent many an hour at this table feverishly writing in my diary, hoping more to soothe my memory than to jog it. The storm began gently, ended with a huff and left never to return, and so I slept. A man with no friends or living family to speak of spends many a day in the coziest of beds, content to nest in feather and cloth in place of a warm body. I was certain that when I arose, I would wake to a mild morning with grassland as far as the eye could see, and I would seat myself at my desk and take up the pen once more. And so I did.

After a brief breakfast, for an old man has little time to waste on menial tasks, I swung my front door wide open and gasped at the wondrous morning as I did so many times before. As a self-admitted transcendentalist, I never once tired of the natural. City dwellers might say, "Well yes, old man, the grass is as green as it was yesterday, and the daisies are as bright, and they shall be so again tomorrow." I can coarsely reply to them, "Well sir, your city is filthy, it was less filthy yesterday and it will be even more so tomorrow. Sometimes it is good to have consistency in life." Breathing this air has given me longevity in life, and if I am grateful for anything it is that. It will be me, my little plot of land, my home, and my diary for the balance of my days. To my diary then.

As of yet, dear diary, I have failed to mention my sweet Annie to whom so much of my mind is devoted. Granted my memories of her are jagged at best, full in the middle with many gaps around the edges. Know that I loved her best but could not deny my duties. We met at an Army ball just before my deployment in the War. My father was a military man, and so it was expected that I would either follow or take up the plow. I chose the way of the warrior, but you must understand such a notion was not the ideal that it is today. Vagabonds were the stuff of the military, and I was the commanding officer of such a group. At the ball I was shy and more focused on the times ahead than finding love or at least a brief reprieve from Army life. It was with my coaxing that she and I ended up on the floor dancing slowly. I cannot recall what drew her to me or why I began to feel pangs in my heart, but that very night she lay beside me in a shoddy hotel room. Granted that was not enough to consider her the woman that I remember her as, but there was something else, an attraction far more than physical, that we both shared and embraced. I spent the next two weeks with my Annie, and as we talked, laughed together, shared every tender moment, I soon realized how deeply my love ran for this woman. As many in the military often do, we had a hasty wedding with no one but wanderers as our witnesses. I departed soon thereafter, and as I boarded the train in tears, a deep searing pain overcame me and I knew. I received many letters during my tour, but after a time that I do not recollect they stopped. I was to learn in letters from family and acquaintances that she had died of the fever weeks before my return. Her last words were of her love for me. I have never held another.

I would not want anyone to think that I am a cold prude man for never having loved again. I had many loves afterwards, but the joy and warmth which caused romantic tendencies were gone from me never to return. I returned from the war a much decorated artillery officer, and I took it upon myself to stay into the military and retire with honor. As fate would have it however, that was not the case. In one of the most tragic events I can recall in my long life, I was to forever change. It was the summer of... suffice it to say it was the summer, my mind grows foggy with the weather. We were practicing routine artillery drills when a cannon that was under my charge refused to fire. I ordered a corporal to investigate at first but curiosity won the day and I chose to look instead. What I did not realize was that the cannon had a delayed reaction to the powder being charged, and as I looked on it exploded forth with all the ferocity that such a piece could produce. Being beside the damned thing and not in front I escaped with my life, but the explosion that ripped through the earth like a torrent dislodged my left arm from my body. I had been made a cripple. Looking back I am sure I wanted to die and very much thought I would, but the modern medicines of the day saved my life. I am grateful for my 

life and do not regret the service to my country.

I did speak of service to my country, yes; one idea often leads to another. Many of my fellow naturalists have scoffed at the notion of service and patriotism. I have always believed, and I suppose it was instilled in me in my youth, that fidelity does not begin nor end; rather it encompasses the whole of our existence. Be faithful to those who bore you, your parents, your God, your country, and everything in it from the smallest plant to the largest oak. Many of us have forgotten such a broad notion of fidelity, and I can only hope that it does not do great harm in the future. 

The daylight wanes, and with it comes the sunset. Whenever death is ever mentioned, especially by those of the cloth, the waning days of life are often referred to as the sunset. It is the time before the drawing down, that much is true, but the one thing they never mention is how beautiful the sunset is, the colors that surround you with such majesty that you cannot help but stare into it and thank God for such wonder! Yes the morning is young and inviting and the day is bright, but the sunset!

I speak of death as if I were to meet it soon. I must admit there is a weariness to my bones but my spirit is as alive as it ever was. There is so much time to reflect back on days when it was not so, the days of my youth, my rampant alcoholism and violent mood swings. As any man who was accustomed to having all of his limbs intact, I was at first frustrated about my present situation. No former friend or colleague could console me; no preacher could make me believe that somehow this was part of the plan. I was ready to believe that it was society in general who had done this to me, that somehow there were all of these nameless faces responsible for my loss. I turned to the bottle, whiskey, rum; whatever I could get my hands on really. Any money I had left over from my father's will went to supporting my dangerous habit. How did I break myself free from that habit? Hmm... difficult to say really, I believe that the habit broke me more than I broke it. We all reach a crossroads in our life I suppose, a point at which we know we can either travel to salvation or destruction. I chose salvation, but why? Dear diary, this is a question best left unanswered, at least for now.

At any rate I returned to quiet North Dakota after much travail, and it was quite a desolate homecoming. The story is almost cliché these days, I returned to find my family home in a shambles, I had no living relatives that I knew of, and I had no one that even remotely remembered who I was. The one thing I did have was my uniform, and that spoke volumes. I was extended every gentle courtesy that the humble townsfolk could offer, I was given shelter, food, and everything that money could never purchase. I had no gold to speak of and yet I was surrounded by this great wealth of human kindness. It was always my stubborn way to tend farm as best I could, but I lent my military knowledge to any who cared to learn. I soon realized that I was the town gaffer, a wealth of knowledge about the lands beyond. Many approached my doorsteps, and for a time I was most content with sharing a cup of coffee and a story with them. Unfortunately for me, rumors began to circulate about my assumed ties to Communist sympathizers and I had to flee to seclusion. We all know how these things get started, and what a mess it makes! Garbage begets garbage and before long there is too much trash to clean by oneself. It is often said that once a label is applied its adhesiveness is without question. Many clearly sane people have been deemed insane and the only ones who know the truth are themselves and those who are insane! Such was my case. Despite my protestations to the contrary, those once gentle folk were swept up in the rumors of the day, and with no living soul to plead my case I had no choice but to surrender to their will. What a blessing it was to leave that town and enter into my hermitage, I do not regret it in the day, but the night is something different. I get nostalgic at times of those days when I would entertain visitors at great length by the fire. These North Dakota boys had mostly never seen the lands outside the Dakotas, and the cowboys only had the plains. Now I have my cottage, but never think that I am bitter, I parry daggers thrown; I do not speak them. All is as well as it has ever been. I think I shall retire for the evening.

Dear diary, I could have sworn I almost lost you! I searched my bedroom and poured through my papers only to discover that I left you where I always do, right here on my desk. That was a queer discovery. It does seem of late that I forget more and my mind does wander more than it used to do. It must be the cobwebs that result from a lack of good reading material.

At any rate, I awoke to another glorious morning. I used to keep track of the days and weeks until I reasoned that it truly did not matter. What do I have use of such time? I know day, night, and the seasons, and that is plenty for a man to know. I can tell it is harvest time in my little corner of the world. The air cools rapidly and there are caravans about that I would never see pass this way before. The harvest is yet another metaphor for death that I relish in. It reminds me that we are indeed chosen. At harvest time the actual crop for harvesting is always plucked or shorn away from that which is not, weeds and so forth. That which is actually harvested is ripe for the picking and good produce to be distributed, more or less, and so the idea that we as people succumb to the reaper's harvest fills me with the utmost joy at knowing I am that which was planted for use and not that which will be tossed aside.

Every now and then during this time of year the occasional curious passer-by stops at my doorstep. Sometimes he is looking for rations for the journey ahead but more often than not he is wondering what an old fool such as myself is doing out here by himself. They typically ask me how long I've been here, to which I reply, "As long as I can remember." They seldom appreciate the humor. The truth is I do not recollect the day or time I moved here. I was younger than I am now and yet I could not say how young. It is more to the traveler's mind than mine that trouble comes, for no man needs to know when, all he needs to know is why and how. It would not have made the difference when I came here, but the circumstance is everything. I offer these weary farmers and merchants a little comfort, coffee and biscuits on my best days, and they have never asked for more. They rest for a while and then are on their way, but I would like to think that they took a part of me that was good with them. For better or for worse, they are gone by season's end.

We all feel better with a bit of coffee in us, so allow me to pour another cup. I sometimes wonder, when the cupboard runs low, whether or not I shall sup again, but by God's grace I never want for coffee. I have beans like the Hebrews had manna, but unlike them the Promised Land was simply waiting for me when I arrived. To tell you the truth I did not build or help construct this home in any way, it was a gift I imagine. Uninhabited by its owner for some time judging by the shape it was in when I stumbled upon it, I took it as my own and nursed it back to health. Yes, if there was ever a crime I plead guilty to it is theft. It was a shambles as far as the interior, webs and nests were spread all around and there was a horrible odor, indeed the stench of death emanating from the basement here. Whoever left this place in such a state left it in a hurry as all of their belongings including stores of food were left where one would expect them to be. Ironically I found a copy of the Manifesto with various other writings by Marx scattered about the bedroom and this desk. It appears I had taken the dwelling of a Communist! I had taken it upon myself to repair what a man in my condition could repair, and I helped myself to what rations I could. That stench, however, is still unaccounted for.

Dreams, horrible dreams plague me oftentimes when I lie in my bed. I did mention I possessed the coziest of beds, but I am not always the soundest of mind. Lately gruesome images have crossed my mind only in slumber, and I fear to commit them to paper except for the relief it brings me. In these visions, so called because they appear to me as real as if I were watching the events unfold, I see myself only it is not myself. Never would I imagine such a devilish look on my face. With an axe in my one hand I coldly approach my victim. He is lying in bed and he appears almost in state. I approach the bed and with remorseless strength I plant the axe in his skull. I do not wince as I drop the weapon, drag the body step by step down to the basement, and that is all. What does it mean?

Dear diary, I begin my morning as I always do, and yet there is a sense of dread that follows me at every turn. These dreams become increasingly violent, and my once nocturnal reprieve has become a nightmare. Where do these images come from? As for myself, I wish only peace upon myself and others but my mind betrays me at every turn. I shall take solace in you and in my willingness to embrace the remnants of my life with all the vigor of my youth. Now that I have come to it, a question needs to be answered still: why did I choose salvation over destruction? The truth is that I chose both of them. I have made much of my coffee swilling, and yet I know now the stench of liquor that rises from my bed sheets is none other than my own. I am at once not myself and more myself than I have ever been. I have since discovered my Manifesto notes and my calls to arms for the Revolution and I am filled with nothing but contempt for myself. Coming to terms with who you are is made impossible when confronted with such a dichotomy. These memories never left me; they were in essence a part of me that lie hidden in wait. It lies hidden until it needs to be revealed, such as at the head of an innocent man's bed. Dear diary, I shall be going now. God's judgment comes and comes swiftly. To those who read. Samuel.



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Health Warning. This rather long tale is very much a cuckold story containing both interracial and lesbian episodes. Reading it may seriously disturb your peace of mind. 

***** 

Sometimes I wish that I had never read the damn diary but at the same time I have to admit that I have never felt so excited in my life. There is even an element of pleasure in the pain. Sandra my wife was away on a training course to do with her work, the fourth of the year. It was inconvenient but I didn't really mind except that I felt the firm was taking advantage. "If the training is also to their benefit then I don't see why you should have to do it in your own time," I had objected. Sandra explained that it was something to do with staffing levels and forced me to concede that the sacrifice of our time together was worthwhile if it was going to improve her career prospects. 

I suppose that I should describe Sandra. She is 5' 5", slim and likes to keep her hair fairly short. Her face, figure and legs are all good but none quite qualify as exceptional, however she compensates in company by being vivacious and flirty. Unfortunately in contrast in bed she is rather a prude. We make love once per week, on a Saturday and almost invariably in the missionary position but occasionally we do cowgirl after watching that position simulated in some TV drama. Some years ago I made the mistake of letting her catch me reading sex stories on the internet. That led to a terrible row and even now, if ever I suggest getting more adventurous in bed, I get the accusation, 'Have you started reading your dirty stories again?" 

As any husband who has been left on his own knows very well, it can get bloody boring after a while. The strange thing was that hobbies that gripped me while my wife was around lost all interest with her away. I got to the stage where I was just wandering around, pointlessly opening and shutting drawers and that was how I came to discover her diary. I had noticed her scribbling in it at night all year without the slightest curiosity and even then picked up the chunky notebook with no overwhelming desire to know the contents. I read it just for something to do. 

At first, apart from the odd description of men she had danced with and mention of stolen kisses, it was less interesting than watching a fly crawl across the ceiling and I would have packed up before reaching the end of the first month but for that stricture which says, 'I've started so I'll finish'. I waded through six weeks of noted domestic trivia with only the occasional mention of long forgotten incidents and consequent spark of remembrance to break the tedium. Then in the middle of February everything changed, signalled by a big red asterisk above the entry. 

Fri Feb 15 

After twelve years of marriage, I've finally been unfaithful to Don. I didn't 

actually get fucked but in a way it was far worse. I've always refused to 

have Donald's dick in my mouth and called him perverted for asking but for a 

long time I wanted to try, especially after talking to the girls but I couldn't 

just change my mind with him after all these years for no reason. At the club 

with the usual crowd of girls, I was necking this guy in a corner and it was 

obvious he had a pretty big erection so when he asked me to go outside with 

him I did. The back of his car was too small to do much and anyway 

there was only fifteen minutes before the girls would leave for the taxi. I 

knew what I wanted to do even though I think he only expected a grope. He 

had a really beautiful cock - so much bigger than Don's. To think that I could 

have had something like that stuck up me all these years instead of the 

miserable piece of gristle that I have to put up with. I loved having it in 

my mouth and I also enjoyed the taste of his cum, even though I thought I 

was drowning for a second or two because there was so much. I think I did it very 

well for a complete novice and he certainly had no complaints. He was called 

Jake (or Jack) - we only swapped names as I was leaving. 

I was devastated. Until that moment I had believed that with a loving wife and two fine children as a classic nuclear family I was living, if not the good life, at least one that was a long way from unpleasant. Now my whole world crumbled around me. For the following long minutes I was sunk in the slough of despondency with tears pouring unhindered down my cheeks but then some strange realities began to impact on my consciousness. My heart was beating loudly and at a very rapid pace - and my prick was stiffer than perhaps it had ever been. I was certainly feeling despair but there was an undoubted element of elation in there as well. 

A drink had become imperative supplemented by a cigarette. When I resumed reading, the natural inclination was to skip straight to the next Friday but I forced myself to continue sequentially. 

Sat Feb 16 

I can't believe what I did last night but I don't regret it. The taste is 

still on my tongue and I want more, lots more (but not from Don). I can't 

wait for next time - if possible I'll go much further but I'm not sure where. 

Next Friday seems such a long way away. I hope it will be with Jake. The 

thought of him pushing that great big cock inside my pussy has got me all 

hot and made me want to play with myself. 

Sandra's Friday nights out started early last summer. For years our entertainment had been eating out twice a month and visited the cinema once, with her parents doing baby-sitting duty. Then three years ago I joined a local history group that met on Wednesday evenings so when my wife demanded her own night out I could hardly refuse. She was to go with her friend Elise to a small night-club in the nearby city. The big safeguard was that there were four other women from roughly our area who went to the club independently but clubbed together to share a taxi home. I didn't realise that Elise soon stopped going and when I heard that she and her husband had split up it seemed to have no connection with the club. I did ask Sandra what went on there mainly to assess what contact there was with men. "Everybody is out for a laugh so there is some flirting goes on but it's only a bit of fun and doesn't mean anything," she told me and I was reasonably happy with that. 

I have described the early diary entries as being innocuous but they did indicate that there was more to the flirting than she had pretended. Several different males had been rated on their kissing ability and about one she had written, 'He just couldn't keep his hands off my tits - it was rather flattering.' In early January as a precursor to the Friday revelation Sandra had described someone with an exceptionally long tongue who had got her really hot, adding in what I took to be a joking manner that, if there been a convenient bed handy she didn't know what might have happened. 

Sun Feb 17 

The time is only creeping by. Don wanted sex last night but I need so much more than 

he's got. I said 'no' and then had to frig myself half the night before I could 

get to sleep. 

Tue Feb 19 

At this time in three days I might have a big thick prick up me. I'd like it to 

be Jake but I'm going to shag anybody that asks me - even that big black 

doorman. 

Wed Feb 20 

At work Derek said that I have a special sparkle in my eyes but it's a long 

time since he was always trying to get into my pants. I used to think he was 

pompous but he's really not such a bad looking guy. ONLY 48 HOURS TO GO 

Derek is Sandra's supervisor - she had spoken about him a few times, usually with contempt. Thursday was blank. I remember it was around then she started to spend that evening taking long baths, doing her hair, waxing her legs and that sort of thing. I needed to start another cigarette before moving on to Friday because any hopes that she might have stayed faithful were destroyed by another big red asterisk. 

Fri Feb 22 

It happened. I got fucked and it was Jake. Absolutely marvellous - I could 

never have imagined. Jake was at the club when we got there and I think he was 

looking for me. Straight away he asked if we should go somewhere else. The 

place he took me wasn't a motel because you pay for the room by the hour - I 

think it's where prostitutes take their clients. It made me feel like a whore, 

I loved it. He didn't mess around, just stuck it in me straight away but I was 

ready - boy was I ready. He hadn't got a condom and of course I hadn't so I 

hope I'm going to be all right. It was fantastic, I felt so full and I think that 

I had the first real orgasm of my life. The trouble was that when I started to 

cum he did to. He squirts a lot more stuff than Don and it was a hell of a job 

mopping myself up down there because all I had to use were my knickers and 

a couple of tissues. I rather hoped that he would have a rest and do it again 

but he'd only paid for one hour. Jake drove me back to the club and then 

disappeared. This other bloke came up and we started dancing and kissing. 

I was just going to ask if he would like me to suck him off when the girls 

came up to say that it was time to go for the taxi. There's always next week. 

Sat Feb 23 

God I hope I'm not pregnant. It's near the end of the month so I should be all 

right - I should know on Monday. I had better go to the doctor and get put back 

on the pill if I'm going to do this again (of course I am). I'll get an appointment 

for Thursday but must think of some other reason for going to tell Don. I will also 

have to hide the tablets from him because it will be disaster if he sees them. 

So it had happened. In a funny way I felt less bad about that than I had about the blow-job. 

I ought to tell you something about us. I work in administration at a bottle works where I have been since leaving school. I'm really just a glorified clerk but I am now responsible for two others in the department. Sandra and I got married twelve years ago, my son was born two years later and our little girl two years after that. Soon after that I had a vasectomy. About that time my wife went back to work because her parents offered to look after the kids during the day. She now works in the offices of a department store and seems to be doing well. Our combined income gives a decent standard of living, even after paying something to her mother for the child-minding. 

Sandra was twenty when we met, two years younger than me. People said that we were silly to get married after knowing each other for only a year but I was sure that I had picked the right companion for the rest of my life. My wife has a pretty enough face, I know that she is proud of her breasts and she is nice and slim. Looks are important to some people but I put more stress on character, temperament and being a good mother. Sandra is the only girl that I've slept with. I seem to remember that she told me about going with two other chaps before me but I wasn't very bothered. Sex has been good. It is very pleasant in the right place at the right time but I would never let it rule my life like a lot of men. 

Sun Feb 24 

Got a bit of period pain so I'm feeling hopeful. I keep thinking back 

to Friday and I've realised that it wasn't much of a fuck. It felt bloody 

good while it was happening but even Don goes on a damn sight 

longer, (Don often goes on far too long with me lying there not sure 

if his dick has slipped out or not). 

Mon Feb 25 

ALL CLEAR - no little bastard inside me this time. The only question 

now is whether I will be ready for action on Friday - if not I can always 

use my mouth again. 

Tue Feb 26 

What does Derek know? He has been sniffing around me all day giving 

significant winks when nobody is around. He can't possibly know about 

Jake so I must have started giving out signals without realising it. 

Wed Feb 27 

Derek is getting to be a pest. He crept up behind me today, grabbed my tits 

and pressed himself against me. Something had got him very aroused. I'd 

actually never realised that his penis is so big - if my tummy had not been 

aching so bad I might have waited longer before shouting at him. 

On days with short entries she had also written things about the children and other normal day to day stuff but I have omitted all non-relevant data. Thursday was again blank. I found that I was all keyed up waiting to read what Sandra had written for Friday. 

Fri Feb 29 

I never thought it would be so hard to get fucked. Met a neat guy, tanned, 

curly hair, good mover - the works. Wasted a long time waiting for him to 

take me somewhere and in the end grabbed his crotch to check out the goods 

and give him the right idea. There was nothing there - even Don wouldn't have 

been envious. Dropped him and started looking for something better but I'd left 

it too late. Started making connection with this hunk 6' 3" tall but by then it 

was time for the bloody taxi. Riding home after all the anticipation, my twat 

couldn't believe that it was going back empty. I'm always the last one to be 

dropped, usually I resent it but this time it paid off. I started thinking about 

the driver - Greek Cypriot, swarthy, thickset fortyish - he's driven us home 

once or twice before. Outside my house I stayed in the seat and opened my legs a bit then, when he had enjoyed a good look, I asked would happen if I couldn't 

pay. 

His face went hard and he said he would take it out of me another way. So 

I said, "Don't worry, I've got the cash but I would like you to show me what I 

can expect if ever I can't pay." He grinned, restarted the car and parked round 

the corner under some trees. I'd taken my knickers off and was sitting ready with 

my legs open when he got in the back with me, already minus his trousers. I 

thought he would get on top but he made me move and then sat where I was. 

His cock was very big and different with lots of extra skin. I just had to get 

it in my mouth. He tasted sweaty and very masculine. I could have settled just 

to keep on sucking until the end but he wanted to fuck. I had to kneel spread 

across his thighs facing him - it was a good position because his prick seemed 

to go a very long way in. Then he put his hands under my behind and bounced 

me up and down - I rather think that he stuck a finger up my bum hole. It made 

me cum big time and then he did too. I'm glad Don had gone to bed because I 

ran in the house with a small torrent running down my leg. 

Sat Mar 1 

I must have leaked all night because I woke up lying in a sticky squelchy puddle. 

It was nice knowing what it was but I'll have to change the sheets when I get 

back from shopping. 

The Friday entry took most of the Saturday space. Reading about the taxi driver did not bother me too much. After she had done it that first time the fact that another penis had been up her now didn't seem so terrible - part of me was actually disappointed that she had not something meatier to report. I found myself picturing Sandra lying beside me slowly leaking semen on to the sheet we shared. My dick was aching so intolerably that I needed to do something about it but the urge to carry on reading was even greater. 

Sun Mar 2 

Now that I'm on the pill I don't have to worry about Friday's coming at the 

wrong time - my furry love nest can be open for visitors whenever I want. 

After Friday I'm wondering if I should switch to a club where a shag is more 

certain - but then I would have a problem about getting home. 

Mon Mar 3 

Derek tried to kiss me - honestly he's getting as bad as he used to be. Now 

that I am really being a bit naughty it's silly to take risks with pointless flirting. 

Tue Mar 4 

This morning Derek put his arm round me and before I knew it he was squeezing 

my tit. I let him keep on doing it until someone appeared. Since realising how 

big his prick is, I seem to see him in a completely different way. 

Wed Mar 5 

Derek screwed me in the No 3 Storeroom during the lunch break. There is a 

pile of sheets and packing material in there that is nice and soft to lie on. He 

has the biggest cock so far, certainly the thickest, and he really knows how 

to fuck. I hope I'm going to do it with him lots more times. Wednesday is the 

only day that Joe the store-man is not on duty over the dinner hour which is a 

pity or else we could do it every day. It certainly gives new meaning to the 

phrase, 'spending your lunch break on the job'. 

That made three. I decided that it was pointless to start counting for I was sure there was going to be quite a number. This was the first face that I could put to a man who had been up her and that made it easier to imagine them together. I met him at his firm's dance three years 

ago just after Sandra started working there. I remember him as a slightly plump complacent man and when she mentioned at that dance that he was always chatting her up it didn't bother me. "He flirts with all the girls," she had gone on to say, "I just seem to be flavour of the month at the moment." I had put him down as harmless - I seem to have been mistaken about a lot of things. 

Fri Mar 7 

Went with Jake again. This time he did take me to a motel and we were at it 

for well over two hours. I started by sucking him off, (I love the taste so 

much) and then we had a really long fuck with another quicker one just 

before we left. I had some really big orgasms. If I hadn't been with Derek I 

might have enjoyed it even better - Jake does it for himself where Derek tried 

to make it good for me (and his prick is better). I did finish up satiated with my 

cunt pleasantly sore. Andreas was the taxi driver again. When we were alone he 

parked under the trees again without asking. He had helped me out last week so 

I couldn't really say no. I think he could tell that I had already been with 

someone because he seemed extra excited. Afterward he peeled a tenner off 

his roll of notes saying that he had forgotten to give me my change. I won't 

spend it because it's the first money I have earned by opening my legs. It 

is also the first time that I've had two different cocks up me in one evening - 

not bad for the happily married respectable mother of two that I was until less 

than a month ago. 

Sat Mar 8 

Woke up in a big sticky wet patch again. This is probably going to become a 

regular factor in my life (I hope). Don has no idea what is going on. He tried 




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to snuggle up close to me and for one nasty moment I thought he had put his 

hand the cum. Even though he hadn't, I had to wait until he got out of bed first 

because I dare not leave him lying there alone. 

The more the merrier. Honestly I am happier that she is fucking lots of blokes rather than it being the same one every time. There is probably some logic behind this thought but I'm not sure what it is. I have tried to analyse my feelings but they are ambivalent - I have a constant gnawing knot in the pit of my stomach but at the same time I don't think I have ever felt more alive. 

At this point I realised that it was going to be a long night because I was determined to reach the end of the diary. With this thought in mind, I made a cup of tea and prepared myself a sandwich before settling comfortably to read the remainder.  

Sun Mar 9 

Don was unusually affectionate today and it made me feel my first twinge of 

guilt. He is a decent caring man and a wonderful father and it's not his fault 

that he can't give me what I now know I need. I still love him - this has 

nothing to do with love. I also started worrying if what I am doing might 

affect the children. For a while today I was quite determined to stop going 

with other men but the next minute I found myself wondering if I might get 

a chance to suck Derek's cock at work tomorrow. 

Mon Mar 10 

Managed to fellate Derek as planned - in the cleaner's cupboard. It was quite 

funny because he carried a clipboard so that we could claim to be doing a 

stock check if anyone asked why we were in there. It was really lovely - I 

could very quickly become addicted to the taste of his spunk. I teased him, 

bringing him to the brink and then stopping. The trouble was that when I did 

let him cum he made far too much noise and could easily have given us away 

if any-one had been listening. I can hardly wait until Wednesday to have him 

inside me again. 

Tue Mar 11 

Hoped to give him another blow-job today but Derek disappeared at lunchtime 

and didn't reappear until the middle of the afternoon.. There was no chance to 

speak because from then on either he or I was always busy. Went home in a foul 

mood because of this and poor Don couldn't understand what he had done wrong. 

Wed Mar 12 

What a wonderful, wonderful fuck - certainly the best one yet and this time it 

was me who made too much noise when I came. One quick shag a week with Derek 

is not enough for me but I can't possibly see how we can meet outside work. I don't 

know if we went on too long or whether Joe came back early but he saw us 

sneaking out of No 3 Storeroom and the look on his face said that he knew exactly 

what we had been doing. I went home all aglow and was especially nice to Don to 

make up for being nasty - he was as bemused as yesterday but for the opposite reason. 

I remember that day and her special glow in particular. It reminded me of how she was when we first met and I took it as a sign of her continuing love so it is dispiriting now to find that the glow was inspired by another man's big cock and not my personality. 

Thur Mar 13 

Derek said that we dare not use the storeroom now that Joe has seen us but 

there's nowhere else to go. Joe is an old bloke, late fifties or even early 

sixties but he always looks at me in a certain way and that gave me an idea. 

I went to him and took him into No 3 Storeroom saying that I wanted to explain 

what Derek and I were doing in there. Once inside I knelt in front of him and 

undid his zip. I said that if he turned a blind eye to me and Derek in future and 

stopped other people barging in on us then I would suck him off once a week. 

I knew he would agree. His prick is a decent size and gets reasonably stiff 

with a bit of encouragement. He said it was over twenty years since his wife 

had done it to him and I felt really good for making him so happy. 

Fri Mar 14 

I copped for that big blond hunk that I nearly pulled the other week. He says 

he's called Sven but his accent is too local for him to be really Scandinavian. 

We went to his bed-sit. His prick was about seven inches but his bulk had led 

me to expect a lot more. I can imagine a disappointed East coast maiden saying 

to her Viking ravager, "You ought to stick to just pillaging next time." The sex 

was adequate but I was looking for a top-up by the time the girls and I got into 

the taxi. Disaster - it was a different driver. However, at the end of the ride he 

parked under the trees. "I am Costos - the cousin of Andreas," he said and I 

don't think that we exchanged another word. I started off with what was intended 

as just a quick suck to start the action but I am developing a taste for un-cut 

Mediterranean cocks and went on a bit too long. Before I knew it my mouth 

was swimming with creamy cum. I kept working on him and pleasingly quickly 

he was ready to go again. He screwed me with him on top which was not so good 

- I guess that his cousin has more experience fucking fares. I find I get quite a 

kick from getting into bed beside Don with spunk actually dripping out of me. 

Sat Mar 15 

Don wanted his conjugal rights before we got up this morning. Lately he has been 

happy for me to just toss him off as if he gets more sensation from my fingers than 

from my quim but this time he wanted to put it in me. That made his the third dick 

within twenty-four hours (if it was actually in - he assured me that it was). 

Somehow he got the impression that I was extra eager for him. 

Sun Mar 16 

Don brought me breakfast in bed as he usually does on Sunday mornings. I lay there marvelling that in a month I had changed from a loving faithful wife into a real slut. I love it! I love It! I love it! I could never understand phallic worship, thinking what the dickens is so special about men's dicks - but that has all changed now. I think about cocks all the time and wonder what the next one is going to be like. Don may have managed to impregnate me twice but, compared to Derek's, his pitiful thing hardly counts as a real penis. And to think I used to believe that all men were like that. All I can say is that God must have a really nasty sense of humour to give some men so much and others so little. 

Since the start of this saga I kept switching between numb horror at the infidelities and shameful arousal inspired by the activities described. The above entry allowed me to adopt a philosophy to cope with whatever may come and it was Sandra's disparaging reference to my reproductive equipment that provided the key. If she goes with other men solely due to the relatively diminutive size of my manhood then it is not my fault whereas were the attraction kindness or loveability then the shortfall would be in my character. If all that she seeks are sensations I am unable to give her then I can understand her cheating and even excuse it. Thus it is not illogical to believe that Sandra gives her body to other men with no lessening of the love that she feels for me. To sum up - if I were to think of her with another man then I would far rather picture his cock rammed down her throat than imagine them sitting quietly together holding hands. 

Mon Mar 17 

Told Derek it was OK to continue using the storeroom but avoided explaining that 

I had to drain the old man's balls with my mouth, to clear it. I hoped we could go 

in there every day but Derek says he could never do it with Joe outside listening - 

so it looks like I'll have to make do with Wednesdays. Derek says that he would 

like to go away with me for a whole weekend. I'd love that too but it's just not on. 

Tue Mar 18 

Derek disappeared again at lunchtime without explanation. When I couldn't find 

him it made me so frustrated that I went to Joe and told him I would give him his 

reward for the week early. I know that he would like to shag me instead but I just 

daren't let him - I mean, what if he had a heart attack or something and died right in the middle. 

Wed Mar 19 

It gets better with Derek every time. It would be marvellous to have a whole 

weekend especially with all the things he says that he would like to do to me. 

He has been thinking and said he wondered how Don would react to me going 

away on a two day training course. It might just work but I won't just come out 

and ask him - I'll try to get him in a really good mood first. 

My heart was suddenly beating out of control again. Even having discovered from the diary that my wife was betraying me with all and sundry, it had still not crossed my mind that the so called training weekends were anything other than what she pretended. It did not escape me now that she was currently away on the fourth of these weekends. At that instant I knew with absolute certainty that even as I read the words, Sandra had her lover's big cock embedded deep inside her. It was too much. Carefully setting the diary aside, I sought relief with my hand. 

Fri Mar 21 

Got laid but it wasn't anything to write home about. The guy's dick was only 

average and he could only manage to get it up the once - thank God for my 

two tame taxi drivers. Going back in the club afterwards the doorman gave me 

a kind of funny look. He's really very good looking but I'm not sure if I could 

go with a black man. It was Carlos was driving the taxi this time - he has started 

giving me cash back as well. 

Sat Mar 22 

Acted very sexy and loving with Don. I mentioned the possibility of going 

on a course and he didn't object at all except to say that it should really take 

place in working hours rather than a weekend. He did ask if there were any 

leaflets about the course and like a fool I said I would bring one to show him. 

If I hadn't said that I don't think he would have made an issue about seeing 

anything. 

Sun Mar 23 

When the kids went out to play, I went back to bed and had sex with Don - 

I'm starting a campaign to keep him happy until I get my weekend with Derek. 

I did quite enjoy it, especially the snuggling up afterwards because that's 

something I can never do with the others. 

Mon Mar 24 

Derek says he will knock up something about a pretend course that I can show 

Don - we just have to decide which weekend it's going to be. 

Wed Mar 26 

Katie brought a picture home from school in which she had portrayed me as an angel. It caused me a twinge of conscience because I'm more of a fallen angel these days. 

Fri Mar 28 

Went with Jake again. I like to broaden my experience but after last Friday it was nice to go with a known quantity. Jake is getting better but with a bit of imagination he could be fantastic. He's got a beautiful cock but that's part of the problem because he thinks that all he has to do is stick it in my cunt. I mean why doesn't he ever go down on me even after I drop hints. Come to that why do none of them seem to want to lick my twat. The girl in the taxi who gets out before me is called Della. She's got a very attractive sensuous face and I would literally kill to have her legs. She remarked that I looked as if I had enjoyed a nice time and we started talking. We've chatted before but never really about sex. I told her about Jake and she nodded understandingly when I said he'd got no idea what his tongue was for. 

Wed April 2nd 

After the sex Derek showed me a leaflet about our planned pseudo course. It's going to be the Friday 23rd April weekend. He says that Angie from accounts knocked it up for him on the computer - it's even got a photograph of some Hotel or other to make it look really official. 

Thur April 3 

I was in such a good mood that I let old Joe poke me. It didn't kill him so I'll bribe him that way in future. He wasn't at all bad for a dodderer and it was definitely more rewarding than getting an aching jaw for very little reward. 

Fri Apr 4 

As I approached the club, Marcus the bouncer pulled me to one side. He asked if I had a date and when I shook my head he said did I want one. I thought he meant himself and hesitated because of the colour thing. He guessed my mistake and said with a laugh, "No not me - you're not that lucky yet." 

The guy he had lined up for me walked forward then - an older man with a hard Italian looking face and as soon as he spoke I knew he was American. He took me to an expensive hotel. I started by sucking him off and then we had a long satisfying fuck. His cock was a very nice size and uncut. Later he wanted to go again so I got on all fours as he asked. He got behind me but his dick kept jabbing my anus and I said, "You're aiming too high." That didn't stop him trying so I got a bit angry and told him, "Either stick it in my twat or we can forget the whole thing." It turned into a very pleasant doggie style shag that went on nearly as long as the first session. When we were dressed again he got out an enormous roll of notes and peeled off a fifty that he gave to me. "If you'd opened your butt to me like I wanted, it would be more than double that," he said. Then he gave a funny little laugh and went on, "They told me English tarts were tight assed - I guess I must have misunderstood." By this time it was way too late to catch the taxi with the girls so he rang up another that took me all the way home and didn't cost me a thing. 

Tue Apr 8 

At work I was thinking about the fact that I had sold my body for the first time without realising it. I must have been smiling to myself because when I looked up Ken Fisher was there and he obviously thought I was smiling at him. The sneaky little runt has no chance but it can't do any harm to let him dream. 

Wed Apr 9 

After we had finished screwing in the storeroom, Derek confessed where he disappears to other lunchtimes. He said that for the past two years, since long before we got together, he has been stuffing Angie from accounts. He explained that Angie's husband is very jealous and watches all the time like a hawk but lets her come to work in their camper truck. So nearly every lunchtime Angie drives it to the local woods and Derek joins her there. I'm hardly faithful to him so I can't really be jealous about her. 

Thur Apr 10 

I've done a really stupid thing. I was so miffed about Derek screwing Angie instead of me that on the spur of the moment I let Ken Fisher fuck me in the storeroom. It was horrible and I'm going to have to keep doing it with him or else he will spread it about me round work. This means that I have to shift old Joe to Friday when I do like to keep myself fresh on Fridays for the evening. On top of all that, I will now only manage to get lunch in the canteen on two days out of five. 

Fri Apr 11 

Marcus collared me again but not to offer another companion. "Did my pal see you all right last week," he asked indicating with his fingers that he meant cash and I only realised then that more money had changed hands the previous week than the £50 I earned. Marcus is actually a bit impressive and I don't mean his brilliant white teeth - unless it was a trick of the light he's got a fair sized snake tucked down his pants. The bloke I pulled for the evening was not terribly well hung but you can't hope for a big one every time and it can be enough just to get hot and sticky with a new body - especially when I can generally finish off the evening in the taxi. 

There was a gap of a full week and I can't think of the reason for it. She did catch a small dose of flu but was only off work for three days. 

Fri Apr 18 

Got myself a young guy (possibly younger than twenty) and although his cock wasn't overly big, it never seemed to go soft. He'd hardly finished shooting one load before being ready to go again - and of course I was happy to take all he'd got to give. We were at it so continuously that I was barely aware of the wind and rain lashing against the window and I was rather shocked at all the water on the streets on the way back to the club. The taxi had to go very slowly because the visibility was so bad even with the wipers at full speed. After a message came through Andreas said he couldn't get me home because the road was flooded near the river and I could tell from his face that he was pig sick, knowing he was going to miss his usual fuck. Just then Della said there was no problem as she could put me up overnight. In her flat she showed me that there was only the one bed and asked if I minded to which I said no. After supper she asked if I got laid every Friday. I told her 'Yes' and asked how she got on. "I only go the club to appear normal," she said, " - actually I don't like men very much." I must have gazed at her open mouthed because, taking advantage she held my face in her hands and pushed her wet tongue between my open lips. It was only the briefest contact because she then stepped back laughing and said, "You're cut off by the flood, you find you have to share a bed, I tell you that I'm a lesbian and then to confirm your worst fears, I kiss you. Just where are you going to run to?" 

I felt a very different kind of excitement and told her, "I'm not sure that I want to run anywhere." We kissed some more to seal the bargain but while drinking the hot drink she prepared we spoke not of sex although what was to come lay unspoken between us. In the bedroom we both undressed ourselves. On other occasions I have seen other women's bare breasts, studying them objectively for size and shape, inevitably comparing them to my own. But with Della stripped to the waist it was very different seeing her small tits and pert nipples, knowing that I would soon be touching and taking them in my mouth. The revelation came when she removed her pants because she had no pubic hair and I have never seen anyone look so completely naked. A woman particularly, even without clothes, still has hair to protect her modesty. Della had no such protection and her cunt has got to be the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. I will skip the initial touching and fondling to skip straight to the sublime moment when I lowered my head between her thighs. The skin of her vagina was perfectly smooth, silken even, with not the slightest trace of roughness or stubble. At my touch it opened like the skin of a peach to reveal the rich moist flesh within. I have often enough sucked my fingers after frigging myself to know that her taste would not be obnoxious but I was still unprepared for the honey-pot of delight that my questing tongue encountered. 

When a man and women engage in sex together they each pursue their own gratification with only the vaguest idea what sensation the other will experience. Two women together know exactly the feeling inspired by their touch and can thus co-operate to create one big shared mutual orgasm. The night seemed endless and can only be summed by the evocative word 'heaven'. I could have happily spent the rest of time with my head between her legs, constantly breathing in that intimate aroma and gaining complete sustenance from her internal secretions. It was without doubt the best experience of my life. In a small amount of snatched sleep I dreamed that Della was sitting on my face peeing. The golden liquid overflowed my mouth, formed a rivulet between my tits and continued downwards to plunge into the cavern of my cunt like a moorland stream disappearing down a pot-hole. I wonder what a psychologists would make of that. I had hoped that I might be marooned for another night but just before Saturday lunch we heard that the road was passable with care. 




The Diary



Sandra arrived home with a very dreamy expression on her face that Saturday. I wondered if she had been smoking pot and she made no denials when I mentioned my suspicion. At one time it looked as if that road would be out for several days but a breached dyke upstream apparently took the pressure off our area. 

Mon Apr 21 

I am thinking constantly about Friday night and my mouth salivates uncontrollably whenever I remember what she and I did to each other. The inescapable conclusion is that I am a 100% lesbian because the prospect of going with selfish sweaty men again, disgusts me. 

Tue Apr 22 

Cut Ken Fisher dead when he winked at me. He'll just have to go back to wanking in the toilets like they say he did before I took pity on him. 

Wed Apr 23 

Went into the storeroom with Derek feeling a marked lack of enthusiasm but I'm pleased to say that he quickly converted me back to the joys of the male organ. Roll on the weekend - it's going to be fantastic. 

Thur Apr 24 

Ken Fisher tried to blackmail into opening my legs for him again. I told him that if said one word to anybody then I would tell the whole firm about his apology for a prick. I don't think he'll bother me again. 

Fri Apr 25 

Arrived at the hotel with the weekend stretching ahead. Compared to the meagre lunchtime 45 minutes I get with Derek, the 40 hours of his company ahead offered the prospect of paradise. He was up to expectations and beyond. Straight away and many times after he put his tongue where his prick usually goes, more than making up for a certain neglect by all others. He certainly knew his stuff and earned his face a soaking more than once. I might have declared him 'a woman's best friend' had not recent events made me perhaps too critical. Derek could not be faulted for effort but on technique, against the finesse and light touch of my lady lover, I can give him no more than nine out of ten. Later on he did introduce me to a new experience. After solicitously coating my back passage with lubrication, (including some put ticklishly inside with his fingers), he pushed his cock into me that way. I couldn't believe that the terrible pain was meant to be pleasure so told him to stop and then called him a very dirty name when he persisted. I'm so glad he did. I find it hard to describe how good it felt but I certainly understand now why so very many men are gay. Had this happened to me a month ago then I would have earned that American punter's bonus with no second thoughts. Hour after hour it was long kaleidoscope of sex and I honestly believe that, out of the total period, I spent more time with Derek up me than time spent doing other things. It was rather funny when I got home because Don asked me if it had been hard. Managing to keep a straight face, I told him that I had to really stretch myself to cram it all in. 

I was a bit jealous reading about the oral sex because that is something that I think I would quite like to do but the anal intercourse didn't bother me too much as I have no inclinations that way at all. What really got the green-eyed monster rampaging through my head was the picture of then sitting together very relaxed and taking about ordinary things, 

Mon Apr 28 

Who's a clever girl then? After supper Don started asking about my weekend so I had to be very careful and inventive in what I said. On the spur of the moment I told him that there were another three weekend courses a month apart and asked if I could go on them. He didn't even have to think about it saying, "Yes love - if they will do you good then you must go on them." I love him. It was nice to be able to say in all honesty that this weekend's 'course' had done me a world of good. Let's hope that Derek will be able to make it for these other weekends. 

Fri May 2 

Had a very mediocre fuck with a very nervous guy I think was cheating on his wife for the first time. It's not that good in the back of a car at the best of times but when the bloke concerned can't stop trembling it's absolutely hopeless. In the taxi going home my heart started pounding as soon as I saw Della and by the time we were the only two left, my mouth was watering uncontrollably at the memory of her taste. I switched seats just to be close her and when she said nothing I begged, "Can I come home with you again?" She just shook her head kind of gently so I pleaded, "Please, I think I could give up men altogether if I could be with you." "That's why," she told me, "There's a danger that you might really fall for me and I'm too promiscuous for that. I get my kick from seducing straight women and seeing the look on their faces as they realise that it's been in their natures all the time. I will have sex with you again because you were great - but not just yet." I was so upset that at my stop, I left Costos to get rid of his erection by himself. 

Sat May 3 

Went with Don to a free dinner laid on by my firm for employees and guests and the seating arrangement could have turned out to be embarrassing. One side of the table Derek had me on one side with Angie on the other while opposite us sat Derek's wife flanked by Don and Angie's husband. To complete the piquancy of the situation, on my right was old Joe and from his place two seats further down the table, Ken Fishers malevolent eyes rested on me throughout the meal. I hardly tasted the food lest something untoward happened to be mentioned. Actually the only real ticklish moment came after the meal while I was having a quiet word with Derek. Don walked up and asked if he had heard how I had done on the course. Derek carried it off with real aplomb saying, "If I remember the conclusion accurately she displayed 'enthusiasm, energy and a real talent for innovation'." 

Since starting to peruse the diary I had come to accept with a degree of pragmatism the fact that Derek was screwing Sandra on a regular basis. However, this shaft of humour at my expense made me want to hit the man. 

Wed May 7 

Derek's wife is a really attractive woman so I reckon he's really got it made, having sex with either me or Angie during lunchtimes and then going home to her at night. 

Fri May 9 

Marcus lined me up with another Yank who took me to the same high class hotel - that black doorman certainly has some very wealthy friends for a bouncer. My cunt was completely neglected as I spent the whole evening lying on my stomach being poked the other way over, and over again - what is it with Americans? I returned home with £200 in my purse but suffered a bit when going to the loo afterwards 

Sun May 11 

Men are going to have to leave my back passage alone for a bit if the discomfort is always going to last this long. I was fine after Derek so perhaps this last guy just overdid it. 

Tue May 13 

My feelings for the children and Don are far more intense these days. Probably being so fulfilled and happy means that I have much more love to give. 

Fri May 16 

Went with that young guy again - the one with the inexhaustible supply of cum. He's a phenomenon - I'd like to have him as a pet, to keep in a cupboard and bring out every night when Don is asleep. In the taxi Della gave me a certain look and I knew that I would not be going home. When I told Andreas that I was getting out with her I think for a moment he assumed he was going to fuck the pair of us but I shook my head. Della picked up on this exchange and I later explained that I usually opened my legs at the end of the ride but pretended to her that it was only to save on the fare. I knew Don would be in bed but he had to be informed that I wouldn't be coming home so he would not worry at my absence in the morning. I told him I was helping her with a burst pipe and Della spoke loudly about catching a drip in a bucket to let him know I was really at her house. In bed, as she lowered her head between my thighs Della surprised me by saying, "I hope you're nice and squishy down here." Emerging later with her nose and mouth glistening she explained, "I don't particularly like men but I love to taste the stuff that comes out of them and this is the perfect way to do it." It turned out a bit 'dykey' this time. Della produced a double dildo complete with twin clitoral stimulators. It was great fun lying kissing with our tits rubbing together, taking turns to grip and thrust. I did cum one hell of a lot but somehow we never recaptured those almost poetic moments from before. 

Sat May 17 

Arriving home only on Saturday morning meant that I had to do my supermarket shopping in the afternoon with Don and the kids in tow and this led to a rather embarrassing encounter. I was busy studying my list when a warm hand covered mine on the trolley handle and a voice said, "I didn't realise that you lived round here." I looked up to see the face of my young companion from Friday night smiling inanely at me. He gushed on, "My mother lives just round the corner. If I'd known last night I could have run you home and...". At that juncture Don stood up from where he had been selecting an item on a lower shelf and dropped a tin into the trolley while I started speaking quickly, desperate to shut my admirer up before he blew everything. "This is my husband Don, "I said, "Don can I introduce you to...", and at this point I realised that despite two evenings enjoying very exuberant sex with him, I did not know the young man's name. "Chris," I went on extemporising madly. "Chris has been doing work on the computers at work." 'Chris' tried to help by saying, "Yes, I'm a computer what-do you-call-em... programmer," - it was pathetic. There was an artificial exchange of pleasantries, I think they shook hands and then, thankfully Chris wandered off. "I thought he said that he saw you last night?" Don said suspiciously when we were alone. I tried to think of anything plausible that sounded even vaguely like 'last night' and failed dismally - so my only resource was to say firmly, "You're mistaken," and push the trolley rapidly forward to show that the discussion was at an end. Later when Don had gone alone to the delicatessen counter, I spotted my young lover giving me a devilish grin from behind a pile of bananas. 

I found that meeting very odd at the time as the young man had no idea what to say and Sandra looked as if she wished the ground could swallow her up. It seems so very obvious now but then my suspicions were completely lulled by his youth. 

Wed May 21 

Getting my period out of the way ready for the weekend so I had to just suck Derek off at dinnertime. I love doing it so much that it's a pity he always wants to fuck. He says he has a surprise in store for me but won't tell me what it is. 

Fri May 23 

Arrived at the hotel for my second weekend with Derek hoping for another sex-fest and I was not disappointed. In his case he had a load of sex toys that he had meant to bring the first time but forgot. My favourite was the things called 'love beads' and we had a whole lot of fun with them. The sex itself was stupendous as usual. I've got a real yen for Derek - besides that gorgeous cock and boundless energy, he's got such a deliciously dirty mind. He had brought a bendy rubber imitation dick that he stuck up my bum - then when we started fucking it really did feel as if I'd got two guys in me at the same time. One day I must try that for real. 

I realised that my wife had already told me this but in codified form. She had arrived home looking just as tired as after the first 'course'. I asked if she had been given another hard time to which she replied, "You could say that. There was lots of new stuff that I had to take in - one way or another." Sandra must have got quite a kick out of verbally tempting fate like that. 

Wed May 28 

It seems that everybody on the firm knows Derek is poking me. It's very unfair because he shags Angie far more but has managed to keep that secret. 

Fri May 30 

Marcus waggled his tongue at me going into the club - it gave me quite a buzz. I expected him to say something if only to mention another 'pal' he wanted servicing but nothing happened and I was a bit disappointed. I copped for one of the flash types with nothing in his pants and by the time I got into the taxi I was raging with frustration. My plan was to make Andreas do double duty on me but one of the girls was sick all over the floor and the stink was terrible. It was impossible to have sex in the taxi because of the smell but I couldn't manage without a fuck so I took Andreas into the house and we did it on the sitting room floor. He did it a lot more than once - in fact it was almost getting light by the time he left. I knew the children would not come down but Don often gets up in the middle of the night so it was an extra thrill knowing that he might wander in and find me in the middle of getting shafted. 

I have a clear memory of that night. Noises from downstairs woke me up. I realised that Sandra was much later than usual and just assumed that she was snatching something to eat before coming to bed. I almost went down to join her but didn't want to be going down just as she was coming up which is the kind of thing that happens. I do remember lying there thinking that she was a hell of a long time but must have fallen asleep again. Thinking further, there were cries that I presumed at the time must have come from the television or possibly the radio. Discovering the truth of what I heard I should have started me crying and indeed I did have an urge to do so yet my penis seemed to take this information as further cause for excitement 

Sun June 1st. 

Life is wonderful. I give so much pleasure to men and get so much myself without doing anybody any harm that I can't see how it can possibly be wrong. The system of monogamy is stupid. I think that every woman is entitled to have one man as a caring loving possibly platonic long term companion and another, or series of well hung others, always on hand to fuck her out of her mind. 

After the first half dozen or so times my wife seemed to abandon her asterisk system but ahead of the next very long entry there were five extra large ones in a row. 

Fri Jun 6 

Marcus stopped me outside the club and told me to get in the passenger seat of the red sports car round the corner. I obeyed and sat in the spectacular Ferrari type vehicle for ten minutes wondering what the driver would look like. Even when it was Marcus who drove us away I still assumed that he was taking me to some client or other and it was only when we were alone in an opulent apartment that I realised I had finally 'got lucky'. In the bedroom I hesitated for a moment, rather expecting to be unwrapped like a parcel but when Marcus busied himself sorting some CD's I started to slowly undress myself. I was naked to the waist when he finally turned attention to me, his brutal rather than soft seductive words shocked me. "On your knees bitch. I'm going to give you a taste of black cock you will never forget - You're going to get your tonsils fucked." I took this for a macho act, assuming the tonsils reference to be just a figure of speech - but I was mistaken. As he was speaking Marcus stepped out of his pants and I could hardly believe what was revealed for his cock was fully three inches longer than the biggest I had seen. I opened my mouth eagerly anticipating the taste of the hot flesh on my tongue but was taken aback by the force with which he pushed his stiff rod past my lips. 

With previous partners I had easily mastered the technique of 'deep throat' but needed to do it in my own time after having psyched up the required concentration. I was not given that chance. His bulbous cock head continued to advance relentlessly deep into my gullet causing me to retch helplessly with copious tears welling forth from my eyes. This obvious distress did not give him pause, simply eliciting the hissed instruction to 'breath though your nose'. From then on he began to fuck my throat, treating it as second cunt. It was not physically a pleasant experience because I was in extreme discomfort throughout - but the knowledge that I was being used did something magical to me. As if some primitive instinct had been triggered, I revelled in the feeling of complete subjugation. When he came one jet went direct to my stomach but then he pulled out spraying spunk - my questing mouth caught some but most was left sticking to my face and tits in big clotted lumps. With a ravenous craving I scooped it up in my fingers to take to my mouth and this action prompted his satisfied response of, "That's my girl - you do know what's good for you." I continued licking and fondling until he was stiff again, my urgency fuelled by a burning itch between my legs. 

She had so much to say, crammed into a small space that her writing was getting smaller and smaller until at this point I needed to break off and find a magnifying glass to make out all of the words. 

When he entered me it was slowly and gently, in direct contrast to the brutality of my oral rape. As that long lingam advanced inside me I had a moment of fear remembering the possibly apocryphal story of the girl whose lover's excessively long penis touched her heart and killed her. I don't know what to say about what he did to me. I do know that I started to cum the moment that he stuck it in and I didn't stop until after he had pumped his semen inside me. It was not a succession of orgasms big or small but just one mind blowing sensation from start to finish. At times I felt I was completely impaled by him and at others that my whole body was just an extension of his cock. And there were times when I felt that my insides were being pounded to pulp by the iron hard pile driver he kept thrusting up me. Even when he kept calling me a 'white slut' and 'a filthy whore', it just made me anxious to be whatever he wanted. Later, lying legs still apart with a very bruised cunt and feeling totally drained, I seriously wondered if I could take any more should he want to go again. Marcus sat beside me and in the first show of affection from him since the start stroked his hand lightly over my stomach. "You've got a nice round white belly," he said. "What it needs is a big black baby inside it." 

I shivered at his words and felt a momentary but real regret that I was on the pill. He did want me again, in fact more than once before morning but strangely, once that magnificent organ was inside me all sense of pain and exhaustion seemed to disappear. Approaching Saturday lunchtime as he was running me home, it was me who had to ask, "Can I see you again." He shook his head, "Sorry doll, I only gave you a treat because you looked a fun girl. When I bed a woman I don't want coils, condoms or pills standing in the way of nature." "I'll come off the pill," I offered, knowing how easy it would be to pretend but he was ahead of me. "I would need to be sure and also give you no chance to use a 'morning after' he stipulated. "I'd want you with me for ten days solid." I protested that I would be bound to get pregnant to which he said that was the commitment he wanted. "Have a black baby and my cock is yours whenever you want." Of course it's out of the question but I was still curious and asked if I would be with him every one of the ten days. "It will be just you and me for three or four days, then you can pull a few tricks just to defray expenses and after that some of the brothers will want in on the fun. Have you heard of a Jamaican yard?" When I shook my head to his question he said, "Imagine 36 inches of hot throbbing black flesh inside you." I laughed saying, "That's impossible and anyway there's no man got one that big." "I've got twelve inches and two mates of mine can provide the other twenty-four," he said. "Don't forget that you very conveniently have three holes - or orifices as we say on Sundays." I think that my mind must have gone into overload imagining this scenario because I suddenly came round to find the car stopped at the end of my road with Marcus waiting patiently for me to get out. 




The Diary



No man ought to read such words penned by his wife. I did react badly and plunged into a deep despair but then, trying to be objective about it I asked myself, 'If I truly love my wife, can I then begrudge the patent joy of her experience?' This entry stretched from Thursday through Saturday and also filled the spare space at the bottom of the page. I remembered that night - Sandra had rung to say briefly that she was staying over again with her friend Della but did not offer any explanation. I thought at the time that she sounded rather hoarse but the phone call had dragged me from a rather engrossing film so I did not dwell on the peculiarity. 

Sun Jun 8. 

After eating my breakfast this morning I lay in bed luxuriating in the memory of Marcus. I can just about swallow without pain but my whole insides feels bruised and very, very tender - it feels lovely. There are lots of words to describe the sex act such as screw, shag and hump but there is only one to accurately describe what Marcus did to me. He fucked me, fucked me in the true sense of the world - and I am beginning to wonder if he has fucked me up for other men. When I got out of bed I dug out a school ruler and then stood naked in front of the mirror holding it in front of me. Putting one end against my slit I tried to work out where his great prick had gone. Now I know abysmally little about the arrangement of my insides but I'm sure that his cock must have forced a way right inside my womb. He has conquered me - I belong to Marcus body and soul. I think I'll die if I can't have him inside me again. 

I am very unhappy about the 'body and soul' phrase. Having just about adjusted to the belief that my wife's physical infidelity did not matter, this seemed to move her relationship with the bouncer to a new dimension. 

Mon Jun 9. 

I am still very sore and it is difficult to walk properly. This did not go unnoticed at work and I spotted several sly smiles as I passed by. At lunch a girl I seldom speak to said, "You look as if you had a good weekend - husband get a bit frisky did he?" I think she felt a bit daring just to make the remark so I can imagine her face had I told exactly how my pussy got so pulverised. 

Wed Jun 11. 

Went with Derek as usual but the tingle was missing. It was such a mediocre fuck that I half wished I had had some lunch at the canteen instead. 

Fri Jun 13 

Marcus was talking to some rough looking black guys so I had to go into the club without speaking to him. It was a slack week with no decent looking blokes in and I needed to pull myself something special if I hoped to make that black stud jealous or even blot him out of my system. Della came up with a much younger girl in tow and said, "I'd like you to meet Chloe - I'm sure that you and she will get on very well together. Chloe is new to the area but she's got a nice little flat only five minutes walk away." It looked as if my lesbian friend wanted to pass on her latest conquest. The girl was a pretty little thing and looking at her soft red lips and pert figure, I can't deny that I was tempted but I instinctively knew that it was male meat I needed to fill the aching void inside me. 

Soon after that the pair of them disappeared so Della must have decided to sample those ruby red lips again. It suddenly occurred to me that they had been inviting me to an all girl threesome and kicked myself for missing out on the experience. This regret grew as the evening progressed and I still failed to score. There was only one thing for it and that was to throw myself on the mercy of the object of my desire. I convinced myself that he had to give me something even if it was only to suck him off in his car. So screwing up my courage I marched outside only to find a different doorman on duty. He told me that Marcus had taken most of the evening off and was last seen heading off with some girl in his car. Would you believe that for the first time ever, the taxi went the other way round, which meant that I was the first one dropped. I went into the house resigned to waking Don up and seducing him simply for the pleasure of having another human body lying on top of me. 

I am pretty sure that she actually changed her mind and decided to let me sleep. 

Wed Jun 18. 

I needed to be fucked to badly that lunchtime with Derek seemed as good as ever. With a bit of luck I might be back on him but I'm not sure. 

Thur Jun 19. 

Screwing Derek is getting to be like having a Chinese meal - only a day later and I am ravenous again. I'm afraid that with me needing Marcus so much this weekend might be a bit of a disaster. 

Fri Jun 20 

My third weekend with Derek was disappointing compared to before but I had expected it to be far worse. We spent the same amount of time in bed and he did still make me cum a lot but that was mainly with his mouth and it was the actual screwing bit that was wrong. Right from the start Derek had always made me feel so full but this time I seemed to be aware of an empty space beyond the end of his cock. I tried to hide my lack of enthusiasm by suggesting new positions and Derek had brought some new toys that helped things along nicely. One of the porters at the hotel was a big black guy. I fantasised that he was hung like Marcus and wished Derek was broad minded enough to let him join us for the night. 

Mon Jun 23. 

Heard at work that old Joe collapsed and died over the weekend. It can't be anything to do with me and anyway, I did advise him against buying Viagra on the Internet. 

Wed Jun 25. 

Made an excuse not to go to the storeroom with Derek, (it would not have been respectful). He didn't seem to be too disappointed and dashed straight to the telephone - I expect to ring accounts. I've got to speak to Marcus. I know that he enjoyed doing it to me and he can't really be serious about the pregnancy stuff. I'll do anything else that he wants to prove my commitment - including that 'Jamaican yard' thing. 

Thur Jun 26. 

There was a whip-round today to buy flowers for Old Joe's funeral. Without letting anybody see, I put a £20 note in the envelope. 

Fri Jun 27 

As soon as I got outside the club I went up to Marcus and begged him to see me again but he just said that I knew the conditions. I grabbed his arm and said "Please be reasonable, I've got a husband and two children already and it will ruin everything if I have a black baby." He just shook me off and said I was disrespecting him. I was desperate so I said, "I'll do anything else you want if only you will go with me again - I'll even walk the streets for you." That made him think. "If that's what you want you can go down Fellworth road near the gasometer." he told me, "If any of the girls down there bother you, tell them you're working for me." 

It took me half an hour to get there and my shoes weren't designed for that kind of walking. The area was terrible and there didn't seem to be a soul about. In the wind it was cold and I hated to think what it must be like round there in winter. Two girls were standing together under a light, one in hot pants and the other wearing a micro-skirt. I got under the next lamp down, hiked my dress up and stuck out a leg. I knew that the two girls were watching me and they didn't look at all pleased. That was it for ten minutes, no cars, no people. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the two tarts coming towards me and I hoped the magic name 'Marcus' would work because they were a couple of big girls. Just then a large Range Rover came round the corner, roared up the street and stopped by me. The driver leaned over, wound down the passenger window and asked if I was doing business. I was so relieved that I jumped straight in forgetting that I should have checked him out before getting in the vehicle. 

Looking at him too late I found he was a reasonably young good looking bloke with lots of gold on his hands but there was a kind of smirk round his mouth that rather bothered me. "Where do you want to go?" he asked and that floored me because I'd no idea what to say. I had to come clean so I said, "This is my first time," and then added, "- round here," so that he wouldn't know I was a novice at the 'love for sale' game. He took me to a motel and all the time I felt he was highly amused by the situation. Inside he asked how much it was for a 'short time' and when I said, "That depends", he wanted to know my charge for a long time." I told him to give me what he thought I was worth and then when I said we could do it without a condom at no extra charge, he laughed outright and told me that I was the strangest Tom he'd ever met. The sex was actually very, very good. Afterwards he rather ceremonially counted three £20 pound notes onto the bed saying, "That's for you - I'll be seeing Marcus later." That's when the penny dropped and I said, "You're not really a punter are you?" He admitted it saying, "Marcus gave me a ring and said to keep an eye on you." 

Fri Jul 4 

I ran up to Marcus all smiles and tried to push the three carefully folded notes into his hand saying, "I've done what you said so when can I see you?" He wouldn't take the cash and turned away muttering, "I made no promises." I ran round in front of him insisting that he had promised. "Look," he said angrily, "If you want to earn some pin money by working my ground, that is fine by me but that's all there is to it." I flung the money at his feet and cursed, "You fucking black bastard," then ran away bawling my eyes out. I hid in the recessed doorway of a fire exit, crying and smoking and crying again. I had been there ages when a tall scruffy black guy went past and peered in. A few minutes later he went past again, then the third time he came in and we started talking. I finished up by letting him have a knee trembler against the wall. It's not true that all black men have massive dicks but I did get something out of my system. To put the cap on a disastrous evening, it was a strange taxi driver - and an old guy at that. 

Sun Jul 6 

I used to be puzzled by prostitutes. I couldn't understand why they would stand half naked in all weathers, go with men who could easily maim or kill them and then meekly hand over their earnings to some indolent pimp. It all makes sense now. I know that I would do anything for Marcus and no matter how badly he treated me I would keep going back in the hope that he might put it inside me. 

Wed Jul 9 

Angie has been off sick until today. Derek asked if I minded him going to the woods at lunch-time instead of the storeroom with me. I had to pretend that I didn't but I was really pissed off. Not so long ago I had everything but now I am finishing up with sod all. 

Fri Jul 11 

Walked past Marcus without even looking at him. I had decided that the only to get the bastard out of my system was to have a really good stuffing - so once inside I set about looking with single minded determination. Soon hooked up with a guy called Troy who was just my type and seemed to have something really promising between his legs. He was taking it slow with a bit of rubbing up and a bit of chat but I wanted whatever he'd got inside me as soon as possible - so I asked him right out if he had somewhere we could go. His face lit up (I don't think he'd ever been propositioned so blatantly before) but then he went serious again saying, "I can't - I've got my brother staying with me. He's just found out that his wife has been cheating and he's crazy about her. I brought him out hoping that if I could get him laid then he might feel better about everything." 

I glanced over to the brother who had been sitting miserably in a corner nursing a pint glass. It only took a second to make my decision. "If it's all right with you, I'll take the pair of you on," I offered. So we all set off to Troy's flat and got stuck into a threesome. Unfortunately there was only one well-hung brother because Jason was only average. Still, it all started well and I satisfied an ambition to suck off one guy while another fucked me. Jason's enthusiasm soon waned after that - he may not have participated at all but for the novelty of the situation. Troy remained keen and proceeded to give me what I needed but it was rather disconcerting to have his brother sit watching with tears running down his face all the time. Both brothers escorted me back to the club and I kissed each of them passionately, deliberately doing it in sight of Marcus. Left alone I threw the black man a triumphant look to say 'I don't need you' but it didn't phase him one bit. He did that tongue trick at me again and then made a rocking motion with his arms. My insides turned to jelly and it took every bit of concentration I have, to turn and walk to the taxi office without collapsing. Andreas was the taxi driver. With it being a nice warm night we did it lying on a rug under the trees and by the time that he finally went home I'd had more stiff cock in a single evening than for a very long time. 

I was not immune to the erotic imagery of that scenario and must confess to titillation rather than distress when reading it. I actually felt sympathy or solidarity with the weeping brother and sincerely hope that he did manage to gain some solace from the charms of my cheating wife. 

Sun Jul 13 

Forgot to mention this. I always wear my wedding ring making no secret that I am married. Well on Friday Troy asked if my husband ever watched me get shafted by other men and I gave the simple answer that Don didn't know what I got up to. However since then I have wondered about what would happen if he did know. Don is the placid kind who wouldn't get violent and I doubt he would even leave me. The most likely outcome is that he would be heartbroken but there is just a chance that he might be willing to share me so to speak. 

I do know what she gets up to now and I'm still not certain myself what the answer is. 

Wed Jul 16 

Derek suggested that instead of going to the storeroom, I might like to drive with him to the woods and meet Angie. I'm so mixed up these days that I refused saying I would rather wait until the weekend and have him all to myself. And to think I mentally accused him of not being broad minded enough. 

Thur Jul 17 

I am not looking forward to the weekend but the reason is that I fear it will not do for me what I need. I used to think that Derek was so marvellous in bed but now I am terrified that he will not manage to blot out my craving for the other man. I think about Marcus constantly and my body aches for him. Usually when trying to resist temptation you marshal adverse factors as reasons to take no action but that does not work in this case. Contemplating ten days with Marcus and his 'brothers', rather than acting as a deterrent, instead sends my mind to mush and is possibly an even greater attraction than access to Marcus alone. The prospect of pregnancy followed by the hassle of a tiny infant should surely be enough to put me off yet I find myself stopping in the street to gaze with longing into prams containing black and mixed race babies. The only fact acting as a brake on my desires is the profound wish not to disrupt the lives and happiness of Don and our children. That alone has held me back so far but I fear that rampaging desire, if left unchecked, will eventually weaken my resolve. 

That was the final entry. I was left with a terrible feeling of emptiness but I am not sure if this was due to my situation or the fact that there was nothing more to read. At this point it was 3.a.m. on the morning of Sunday 18th July. I refilled my glass with whiskey and started rereading, not sequentially this time, instead skipping backwards and forwards between the more salacious passages. 

Tired after a sleepless night, I got the children up, fed them breakfast and then took us all to the local park. There is a Pakistani newsagent's shop, outside the park but with a window overlooking the park area containing the swings. Installing myself in there I photocopied the diary page by page, knowing that I would want to read my wife's indiscreet words over and over again. 

When Sandra arrived home late on the Sunday afternoon I think that she noticed that I was looking at her in a different way because she did a quick double take, but the next moment the kids were all over her, preventing any remark that she may have made. I gave her a quick kiss and left her to them, so it was not until much later when the children were in bed that we found ourselves alone. Compared to her extreme buoyancy on return from the three previous courses, she seemed rather flat and, choosing my moment, I told her so. "You're right, she said. "I'm tired as usual but it didn't grab me the same this time - I didn't really want to go." 

I already knew that (and why) but I couldn't say so. My heart sank at the implication. There was quite a long silence, then Sandra spoke again but hesitantly this time. "Actually, I found out that there is another course that I could go on. I don't know exactly when it is but the trouble is that it is ten full days and not just a weekend." 

It seemed important to hide my secret knowledge and yet make the right responses, so I just asked if she would like to go on the course. "I'm very tempted," she said. 

It was too soon to discuss it, mainly because my feelings were still very ambivalent. Keeping my voice non-committal, I said, "I don't think that it's on love. Ten days is too long to ask your folks to cope with the kids so I will have to take time off work to look after them. That means using my holiday allowance and I should really take them away somewhere but it would be without you. Then there is the problem them missing school if the course falls at the wrong time. Maybe you could go in two or three years when they are older." 

"You're right - I am being very selfish," Sandra said quickly as if glad of the excuse. "I just felt that I needed the course to reach my full potential." After that the question of her going away was not mentioned again but I was pretty sure that it had not disappeared from my wife's mind. 

I awaited that first Friday following her return with barely suppressed excitement. During the week I knew that she would have messed around at work but that made no impact on me as it was well over by the time she returned home. On Friday I would know for the first time when Sandra set out for her evening that she would have at least two other men's cocks in her before she returned to me. The real thrill lay in knowing that she would be lying by my side within minutes of leaving the last one. 

Fate was unkind to me because when the evening came my little girl was suffering from toothache and this forced me to abort my plans. She started crying again almost as soon as Sandra had slipped into bed so I stayed up most of the night ministering to the child, allowing my wife to sleep off her exertions undisturbed. The next morning my small family went to the shops together leaving me alone in the house. 

Running upstairs to our bedroom, I pulled back the duvet to discover as expected a large dark patch on the lower sheet underneath where my wife had been lying. Reaching out one finger, I touched it. I think the correct word to describe it is 'tacky'. Leaning forward until my nose was only an inch above the bed I sniffed but there was no detectable odour - not even one of cunt. Next it was the tip of my tongue that I stretched out but this was to be no cool appraisal because the next moment I was in a feeding frenzy, licking and licking until there was no flavour left to recover from the bed. 

With my need unsatisfied, I went then to the bathroom and sorted through the linen basket until I found Sandra's knickers. My expectation had been that they would be sodden and it was disappointing to find that this was not the case. The crotch was significantly damp though not wet and, as I applied my tongue, I realised that I had to be tasting the residue left by an earlier male companion. The garment had yielded far less than I had hoped when I unhappily dropped it back in the basket. Only later did it strike me that had I soaked the crotch with my saliva, I would then have been able to suck out every bit of goodness. 




The Diary



The next week seemed to last forever but eventually Friday arrived. The kids went to bed with no problems but it left me to spend the evening on tenterhooks my head full of thoughts. At the appropriate time I checked on the children and slipped outside to conceal myself in the trees near the house. Within ten minutes a taxi arrived and parked near to where I was hiding. The driver emerged, stepped out of his trousers to reveal that he was more than ready to do what he intended. I thought to myself, 'So that's what a real cock looks like' - it was very obvious to see why mine failed to qualify. 

He climbed into the back and I waited a couple of minutes to let them settle down before coming out of my bush. The driver was leaning back with his eyes closed but all that I could really see of my wife was the top of her bobbing head. The fact that neither were looking outside the car encouraged me to move closer that I might see more detail but I had hardly done so when they started to change position and I had to duck urgently out of sight. I had one graphic image of his cock sticking up in the air and it seemed utterly impossible that Sandra would be able to get all of it inside her body. Nevertheless, when I dared to raise my head for a peep, she was straddling his lap with their groins touching. I watched her moving on him for as long as I dared and then crept reluctantly back into the house. 

It was perhaps ten minutes later when she got into bed beside me as I lay simulating sleep. My plan was to wait until she had gone to sleep and then slowly insinuate my hand between her legs to see what I might find but my tension and excitement overcame me causing my body to tremble violently. "Are you awake?" she asked. 

Rather than answer I rolled close, flung an arm round her and nuzzled my face against her breast. The nipple was close to my lips so I tentatively put out my tongue to touch it. This prompted her to ease position so that I could take the whole of the rosebud in my mouth. I suckled happily for about a minute but this simple contact had breached the dam. Trailing my tongue across her stomach, I began to shuffle rapidly down the bed. Sandra must have realised my intention but I think that for a moment she forgot that it was me. She did say 'No' but I mumbled back 'Yes' with more determination than I ever displayed with her before. 

As I reached the top of her thighs she caught my head in her hands and started to say, "I ought to tell you..." but before she could continue I almost angrily shook her hands clear and plunged my mouth towards her faithless cunt. For a few moments more she continued to resist but then slowly opened her legs to me. 

I made her cum. I mean really cum - not the slight shiver that till now I had happily taken to be an orgasm. "Oh yes, oh yes - that's nice," she gasped. Then, triggered more by the stuff flooding my mouth than by her cries, I started to ejaculate as well. The tension accumulated since I first picked up her diary erupted out of me. My twitching body jack-knifed in an agony of sensation as jet after jet gushed forth. I honestly believe that on this one occasion, the semen I put forth at least equalled the fabled output of any of her lovers. I rested breathless for a moment or two and then crawled wearily back up the bed. 

My head had hardly touched the pillow when the light flashed on. I found Sandra gazing at me with an amused look in her eyes as she asked, "Whatever brought that on...?" But then her eyes changed. "You know don't you?" she said. 

I think that I nodded. Suddenly it seemed that what lay between us was too delicate to be subjected to illumination and with a click, she returned us to darkness. For what seemed an eternity but was possibly less than a minute the silence hung in the air but then she said, "You found the dairy didn't you - I forgot to hide it away and worried that you might." 

"I wasn't prying," I defended myself, "It was just there and I started reading without thinking, just for something to do." 

"But you know everything?" 

"I read it all." 

"And?" 

I remained silent for quite a long time and then said slowly, "I'm not sure that there is an 'and'." 

Sandra's hand crept out, found mine and squeezed it but she said nothing at first, possibly still considering any ambiguity in my one word reply. "You read all that about Marcus?" 

"I read it right through to the end." 

"Well?" Sandra was right to demand reaction because what had been written couldn't possibly pass without comment. The strength with which she gripped my hand indicated the importance to her of what I might say next. 

The words must have spilled ready prepared from my tongue because I had not consciously composed them. "I think that if it is the only way to reach your real potential, then you ought to go on the ten day course," I told her, slowly and clearly. 

"What about possible eventualities?" 

"We'll make the best of it like we always do," I said. 

My wife gave a long, long sigh, which had to be one of relief, and then said softly, "I love you Don." That was my reward. We lay side by side holding hands until I at last fell happily asleep. 

This narrative was transcribed from the annotated pages of the photocopied diary.



The Diary



The longer I live, the more I believe the old adage that things are never what they seem. I am a generally easy going kind of guy, and until recently seemed to have had a fairly normal life. It appeared like I had it all. I was at the pinnacle of success, with a great job, a gorgeous wife, plenty of wealth, and a large home in the suburbs. This is my account of how my perfect life came tumbling down. But before I bring you up to present I will go back six weeks ago.

It was February 2, 2014, and I was sitting in our home office listening with much trepidation to the sound of my wife of thirteen years, getting her brains fucked out. I remember the pain I felt in my heart as I heard the headboard banging against the wall, with such ferocity the family photos shook. Julie's voice was a series of unintelligible grunts and moans, as he slammed her wanton cunt with a power I have never given her. I felt humiliation that my love making had only produced an occasional sigh or mumble of satisfaction as she rolled off to sleep. They had been going at this for over an hour and it seemed It was not stopping any time soon.

That morning she had worked hard preparing herself for her lover, primping, doing her hair, and carefully applying her make up. It seemed like she was getting ready for the prom, not get fucked by a stranger. She asked me to clean the house and spend extra time in our bedroom. Well I had always thought of it as our bedroom, but now I guess was to be their bedroom. I had been sleeping in the guest room for over a week, at his request. During her online chats with him, he had told her to not have sex in any form until he showed up on Saturday. She said this was only temporary. This whole thing seemed like a fantasy gone wild. Not mine but hers. She assured me this was a one time thing.

Around noon, Julie had called out, "Mark, come up here. I need your help."

"I will be right there. Just finishing up the laundry."

When I entered the bathroom she was sitting on the edge of the tub naked with her legs spread. She handed me a razor and shaving gel.

"Shave me! Jerome told me he likes bald pussy. Be careful and don't forget to rub the oil on it when you are done. I don't want a rash."

Obediently I did what she commanded, with mixed feelings. I knew our life was forever going to change in a few hours, and my gorgeous thirty two year old wife was not going to be mine exclusively any longer, but for some reason, I was excited, sporting a rock hard erection. After I finished the shaving job, I recall that Julie stood in front of the full length mirror admiring herself. She was a true beauty, with stunning natural shoulder length strawberry blond hair, framing the face of an angel. Her eyes were deep blue and lips were sensual, with the applied red gloss. Julie always maintained her body by running every morning, eating right and going to the gym regularly. I loved her long legs and firm, shapely round butt, but I think her most noticeable as assets were her full, natural breasts and pert, pink nipples.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"You are truly beautiful. I love you."

"I love you too... Now go finish your chores!"

Her dominating mannerisms were something that started a short time ago. It started with her saying she felt poorly and needed my help around the house. I worked long hours and she was the home maker but I agreed to help. It was not like we are messy with just the two of us, so it didn't seem unusual. However, it some how seemed to stick and I was now responsible for most of the house care. Besides, I was rewarded at bed time, if you get my drift.

About four thirty the door bell had rang. Julie asked me to answer it. When I opened the door, standing in front of me was a tall muscular black man, about six foot four, in a snug fit t-shirt and jeans.

"Hi, I'm Jerome. I am a bit early but I couldn't wait to get this evening started," he stated, extending his hand. His grip was almost crushingly firm.

"Come in. Julie will be down in a minute. Can I get you a drink?"

"A beer is fine."

"I'll be right down. You two get acquainted," Julie shouted.

I led him into the living room nervously, thinking about what was soon to transpire. He sat on the sofa and was looking at our family album while I had gone to retrieve the drinks.

I called out to Julie, "Would you like a drink dear?"

"A white wine with some 7-Up please... Be there in ten."

I brought the drinks, handed him a Bud Lite and set the wine cooler on the coffee table. I sat opposite him, not quite knowing what to say. After all, this man was about to take everything I hold dear from me. My wife, my marriage, and what ever dignity I had left.

"From what I understand from your wife, you're a first time cucky?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"How are you feeling?"

The question was not one that I wanted to answer with a stranger, especially one that was going to be fucking my wife. So I just said, "Okay, I suppose."

"Okay? I am not new to this. You are anything but okay. It is ripping you in half thinking that your wife wants me to give her what you can't, a big black cock. You feel helpless. You feel emasculated. You feel humiliated, but you don't feel okay."

"Fuck you!"

"That's better. Show some passion. I know I will when I shove in my big fat black cock up your wife's ass."

"So, what are you boys talking about?" Julie asked as she walked down the stairs in a pink see through night gown and high heels. I thought how she never dressed so sexy for me.

"We were discussing how beautiful and sexy you are," replied Jerome, standing to greet her.

"Is that right, Marky? Is that what you were talking about?"

"Not exactly," I said flushed with anger.

Julie walked up to Jerome and he kissed her with a lingering kiss. He was cupping her butt cheeks and tonguing her deep. I was getting angrier as the moments passed and she saw that. What kind of sadistic game was she playing? Then, like rubbing salt into the wound, she pulled back and said, "I want you to see a real man's cock. Take off your clothes, Marky, so we can compare you to a man sized prick.

"No! I don't want to!"

"Do it, now!" she commanded.

I reluctantly unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers, and folded it neatly placing it on the back of the couch.

"Hurry the fuck up, Marky! We don't have all day," she ordered.

I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and stepped out of my trousers. Impatiently, she pulled down my boxers. I wanted to act uninterested but my hard erection betrayed me. So I stood there proudly while she went to Jerome.

Julie unzipped his large bulge and pulled out the most humongous cock I had ever seen. It was like a big black snake with huge head and veins popping out. I couldn't believe she was actually going to be fucked by that. It would be like giving birth. She stroked it, and it grew even bigger in her hand.

"Come here, Marky, and feel how big it is."

"No!"

"Come over and feel it! If you don't you won't get your cock sucked later. Be a good boy."

"No!" I said emphatically, trying to retain at least a sliver of self respect.

"Your choice, bad boy. Nothing for you later. We are going to our bedroom. Don't bother us," Julie commanded, leading leading Jerome up the stairs. He grinned back at me with a sarcastic smile.

So there I was, sitting in the office trying to piece together how this all transpired. This was never something I fantasized about, or sought out. I was happy with my life. I was a professional architect that had just made partner in my firm. I had a beautiful home, and an even more beautiful wife I loved, and would do anything for. That was my weakness, love. I turned on Julie's lap top. Never once had poked into her business, but I wanted some answers. I remember as her computer booted up I heard them starting up again.

"Oh god, fuck me! Fuck me!" Julie screamed. Bang, bang, bang, I heard as the bed again slammed against the wall. That infuriated me. I never thought of myself as an ineffectual lover. I don't have a little cock, at seven and a half inches. I work out and play racquetball to stay fit. I realized that we had been married a while, and sex had dropped off to a couple times a week, but don't most couples struggle a bit in this area?

The computer had finished the boot was up and was running. I perused the desk top. The icons seemed to be the normal ones of word processor, photo editors, quicken, and a menu program. I don't remember why but I clicked on the icon that said My Menus. When it opened it there was a series of file folders, most with food dish names. However, there was one that said My Diary. I clicked on it and a password security popped up. I thought it made sense a private diary would have a password. I had never once violated Julie's privacy but In desperation for answers I tried a few words.They failed.

"Marky! Bring us something to drink," Julie shouted.

I thought how this had gone far enough, but I made Julie another wine cooler in a tall glass and grabbed another beer for her lover. I tapped on the door and was told to come in. When I entered the bedroom I almost dropped the drinks. He was on his back and she was in a reverse cow girl position. His giant cock was thrusting in and out like a piston with a squishy sound at each stroke.

"Put the drinks on the nightstand and watch how a real man fucks me."

She lifted her hips and he showed his expertise by slamming his monster cock into her cunt at a rapid pace. Julie gasped at each thrust with their skin slapping, like clapping your hands.

"Pay attention! This is how a real man fucks," Julie taunted.

This was enough. I had no interest watching my wife being pounded like a whore. It was like being stabbed in the heart. I put the drinks down on the nightstand and immediately left, shutting the door behind me.

"Don't forget to feed Penny and give her some water," she shouted through the door.

"Feed her fucking cat too? Bitch!" I thought to myself. "Hmmm."

I went back to the computer and typed p-e-n-n-y into the password box. The program opened. "Gotcha," I thought. I was in her diary. It was organized by date going back to 1999. I searched several entries like the day we met, our engagement, and wedding.

*********

March 23, 2001. Mark Thomas. 

Went with Cathy tonight to the Bandar. Met this kind of dorky guy named Mark. Not my type but Cathy says he comes from real money. I am graduating high school and not going to work some fucking retail job the rest of my life. I still hold my V card and will gladly trade it for a life time meal ticket. He asked me to go on a date. Dinner and movie. How original. Gezzz.

March 30, 2001. Dorks Ville. 

Mark picked me up at six in his Chevy Nova. Plain car suits him. I couldn't believe he took me to Carrows. I guess that means he is frugal. He explained he is on a budget and is trying to make ends meet. He just graduated from college and is trying to establish himself. That all is a crock. He's just another tight ass. Mark told me that he is attracted to me. Of course he would be. I am hot and he's not. Held my hand in the movies. Clammy and sweaty. The movie was great, Harry Potter. Daniel Radcliffe kinda looks like Mark. Lol. He fumbled around and finally went for a kiss. (Gag) Popcorn breath."

June 30, 2001. E-day. 

We have dated three months and he finally took the hint and offered me a ring. Not a moment too early. My mom expects me to get a job now that I am graduated. Barely graduated, guess they graduate anyone. Lol. I only had a 1.5 GPA. I told Mark I had graduated with honors. He will believe anything. I deserved an acting award when I blustered at his offer of marriage and almost swooned. The only surprise here was the cheap ass bought me a half carat diamond. I thought he was good for at least a whole carat. It is so cute the way he told me all the reasons he loves me. I can't think,of any myself so I just said, me too.

November 9, 2001. V-day. 

Well I am now Mrs. Thomas. The wedding was so beautiful and totally paid for by his folks. They spared no expense. Band, catered food, a paid for honeymoon to Hawaii, a new car, and a sizeable down payment for a house. Fucking awesome! Cathy was right. He comes from money. Gave up my V card tonight. No big whoop. Hurt a little but I have to say Mark is gentle and loving. He took his time and it wasn't bad at all. The morning was better. We fucked till it was time to check out. I found something Mark can do well. I am happy he loves me so much. His mom hates me. I can sense it. She thinks I'm a gold digger. Maybe the shovel tipped her off. Lmao.

********* 

After reading several more entries, mostly just rambling about nothing and demeaning me, I was seething with anger. "That fucking bitch!" I screamed in my mind. Then I came on a separate file. Just when I was about to open it, I heard Julie call out again.

"Marky! Come up here now! I have a job for you."

My uncontrollable anger led the way as I made my way up stairs. This whole thing confused me greatly as I pondered what had transpired to this point and what I had read in her journal. Never in my life had I felt this much rage, but instead of leaving, there I was doing what I was instructed. When I opened the bedroom door, there was Julie, spread on the bed with cum pouring out her gaping pussy.

"Come here and clean me up!" she ordered.

I went toward the bathroom to get a towel.

"Not with a towel, stupid! With your tongue, just like you were taught."

"But... that was my cum. This is..."

"Shut up! Get over here, cucky," she shouted forcibly and Jerome smirked at me.

Totally humiliated I obeyed, but not sure why. I was disgusted with this whole scenario. However, again my erection was betraying my emotions. I laid on the bed and slowly crawled toward her oozing twat.

"Clean the master first!"

"What! No fucking way!" 

Jerome slid over holding his cum covered cock in my face. I had never in my life entertained a thought of touching another man's penis. He slapped it against my cheek and lips. I could taste the saltiness, and it was not unlike my own. As I reluctantly licked the head, it swelled with my touch. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his meat into my mouth. I succumbed to this face fucking but I was gagging as he forced it down deeper.

"Suck it, bitch boy!" Jerome instructed, as he held my hair pumping my head back and forth, thrusting till his massive cock hit the back of my throat. I thought I would puke. It was so thick it barely fit into my mouth.

"That's enough. Clean the bitch," he commanded.

Her pussy was overflowing with thick white cum, pouring out and trickling between her cheeks. I licked her pussy like I did after we made love. First, I sucked up the external spunk and then thrust my tongue deep into her well fucked cavity. We have been doing this a year now and I know it gives her much pleasure. Every time we had sex she had me lick out my cum giving her an intense orgasm. However, this was different. It was another man's seed. I did my best in these circumstances. Then, I felt Jerome crawling over me with his balls dragging over my head, trying to claim his prize. I pulled away as his giant erection plunged into Julie's wanton cunt.

I left the room closing the door behind me. None of this made sense, I thought. It was not who I am. I desired none of this. I couldn't recognize myself.

Back at the computer, I explored further. It was shocking to read the comments Julie made of me. It was so demeaning to read how she had no respect for me at all. I felt so used. How could I love and dedicate my life to a person that had disdained me so? However, what I feeling at that point was nothing like the anguish I would feel when I opened a separate folder called Instruction. It was entered almost a year ago. I was almost in shock when I read the entry.

*********

December 2, 2013

Met with Cathy today and told her how boring my sex life had become. I asked her how she and Paul always were so happy together. She shocked me when she said that it was simple, she fucked who ever she wanted with Paul's consent. Cathy said that she was like I was with a boring life and an even more boring husband. Then she came across this article and said it changed her life. 

How to Cuckold Your Husband. Chapter 1.

"Turning your husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding things you ever do. A successfully cuckolded husband will be completely submissive. He will satisfy all your sexual cravings, manage all the mundane chores of your life, allow you to sleep with whomever you wish, subject himself to any amount of humiliation you desire, and of course, love you unconditionally. But be warned, cuckolding can also be one of the most challenging things you ever do. The process is long, complicated, energy consuming, and by no means sure of success. The strain on your marriage will be unbelievable, it may be months before you succeed. In the end it will be worth it. Remember, this is not about finding a cuckold but making a cuckold. This is behavior modification at its finest."

******** 

My mouth dropped open in udder unbelief at what I was reading, and it would only get worse as I read on.

"Hopefully this will help educate women on how to begin the wonderful journey of female domination and to hopefully relieve some of the apprehension that might prevent a woman from ever trying. After reading this it will be clearer that cuckolding your husband is not as hard as it seems, and that accomplishing this feat is more possible than you thought. The most common reason a women doesn't cuckold her husband is that she thinks he'll never go for it - that he's not the type. This is such a myth that it must be dispelled immediately. Many cuckolds begin as ordinary husbands. Your husband may even be as manly as men come, but don't worry, cuckolding is often a just a matter of helping your hubby discover his submissive side. Take heart in the fact that underneath all his machismo and pride, there is a cock loving wimp that is begging you to force him to do all sorts of nasty things." 

My anger grew as I read. I was pissed beyond comprehension. I had honored every vow I made when we were married. It was apparent to me that all I was to her was this big cash cow. She planned from the outset to use me, and my love for her. Then if I was not infuriated enough, I read on:

"Train Yourself First"

"You must also train yourself to be sexually independent. If you want to control your husband you need to not need his penis. In the future you will need to deny your husband the pleasures of your body and this will be only possible if you are strong enough to abstain from sex. Sex between you and your hubby is probably pretty vanilla anyway if you're thinking about cuckolding him, so it shouldn't be too hard. Masturbate often. Splurge on vibrators, dildos, lotions, clothing, and pornography. Have fun! Visit your local sex shop and ask for ideas. You may also want to think about buying toys that, after using on yourself, you can also use on your husband once he's properly trained. The key is whenever you really have the urge for a fucking, train yourself to seek satisfaction from a source other than your husband. For example, when you're horny, take out your vibrator."

December 9, 2013

This has been easier than I thought. I already dress sexy so I just stepped it up a notch by not wearing a bra and panties. It is so hot the way men stare at me. I followed the plan and made Mark eat my pussy after he fucked me. He was like yuck at first but did it when I asked him, because I said it really got me off. I am in phase two now and am denying him intercourse. I think this is harder on me than him. I love fucking. Toys don't satisfy me at all. I need the real thing. The instructions said to feminize his name, so I call him Marky instead of Mark. It is amazing how this is all working better than I ever thought it would.




The Diary



December 16, 2013

Met Cathy at the mall Christmas shopping. We had lunch at the boutique patio and I told her that I started the program, but was at a road block now because I cut off Mark from sex, except for giving him a blow job as a reward for doing what I asked. She seemed pleased to hear he was now doing the mundane house chores for me. But I said it was hard not fucking. I told her I am not into toys. Then she got a big smile on her face, pulled out her phone and made a quick call. She told me that she had a solution, but I had to wait a few minutes. In fifteen to twenty minutes a large negro man approached us grinning at Cathy. He walked up to her, kissed her on the mouth, and then sat down with us. She introduced him as Jerome. I offered my hand and he kissed it. So sweet. She said he was her bull and was hung like one too. Then Cathy cut to the chase and explained to him I was having a hard time with the abstinence phase cuckolding my husband. He offered to service me also, as casual as someone offering to do yard work. I was shocked when he took my hand under the table and placed it on the bulge in his loose fitting trousers. I couldn't believe it was real. Cathy assured me it was. We left the mall and went directly to her place where we all got naked and fooled around that whole afternoon. He is fucking huge! It took a while for him to get it in me but was incredible when he did. I must have had four orgasms. 

********

As I read more entries I saw there were many more encounters with Jerome. She had lied to me saying this was their first encounter. In fact, she had lied to me since I met her about everything. Julie had never loved me and this whole marriage was a sham from the beginning. Her diary theme was about how she had no respect for me in any way. This whole cuckold thing was her manipulating me into something I am not. I had enough.

I had an idea. I took my Nixon DSLR off the table and went back to the bedroom and tapped on the door.

"I told you not to disturb us," Julie stated.

"I brought the camera and thought you might want some pictures and video."

"Okay, but don't bother us."

When I went in she was on all fours, and he was deep in her ass. I quietly went to the front of them clicking photos as I went. Their faces were wracked in pleasure. I switched to video, and caught the action of her breasts swaying, as he violently hammered her.

"Oh god, fuck my ass! Give me that black cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The bed was rocking like a boat with his thrusts. I switched back to photo. Jerome looked like he was ready, and I shot the action from behind. He was coming and his cock was coated with cum. Each stroke there was a squishy sound. I shot several rapid shots, trying to record the event. Cream was pouring out around his massive cock. Julie fell forward and he collapsed on top.

"Enough of that, cucky. Get us more to drink," Jerome commanded.

"Yes, master," I said, playing the part.

I went to kitchen and made the drinks, a wine cooler for Julie and a light beer for Jerome. It was late and when I dropped off the drinks to the lovers, I saw they were both sound asleep. Quietly I got dressed and went back to the computer. But this time instead of reading her entries I made one of my own.

February 2, 2014

Julie,

By the time you wake up and discover this entry, I will have been long gone. I truly enjoyed your diary. Very informative, to say the least. I will have filed for divorce, closed out the bank accounts, credit cards and cut off your cell phone. Good luck with your new job, I understand Penny's is hiring. Don't bother about suing for alimony because those papers my parents had you sign at the wedding, the ones you were too lazy to read, were actually prenuptial agreements. You get... nothing! Now about Jerome, well actually Andrew, he will be facing his wife. You see he was stupid enough to leave his trousers on the living room floor. Looking at his drivers license it says, "Andrew Peterson, age 34, Married." Thanks for posing for me, I posted the pictures on both your Facebook pages. Then dropped off a CD of the pictures and video at Andrew's house. Depending on if his wife has picked up the mail yet, he better rush home. BTW. I would suggest the next time you password protect your diary, you use something other than your cat's name. I would suggest something like, imafuckingwhore. 

Good bye,

Mark (Formally Marky) 

********

Well, that's my tale. I went by the house this afternoon and Julie had cleared out her things. I have not heard from her in the six weeks since I left, and don't expect to. I really don't have a clue what my future might hold, but it won't include cuckolding. I have learned many lessons through this, one of them is that things are never exactly the way they seem.

The end.

Not to be continued.



The Diary



Disclaimers: Mine, all mine. 

Violence: None.

Love/Sex: Yep, of the female kind. 

* 

I bought a house two days ago. I know it's kind of strange for that to be the first thing you learn about me, but hey, I'm still trying to get used to the idea of having a house of my own, myself. It's not very big, more like spread out. It has one floor, three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and a pool...the bare essentials. I've only moved in today so I'm still a bit disoriented when it comes to the house and everything in it. Well actually, there's nothing in it. It's empty and only now, as I walk through the house, I realize just how many things I still need to buy. I'll probably just fill it with my old junk and make it look very much like my old house. Why buy a new one, you ask? Well, because I got tired of the old one; its spirits didn't like me. Now don't laugh, every house has its own unique spirit. I wonder what lies behind this one. 

Walking around the place, my eyes crawl along the barren walls, stripped of some kind of wallpaper. A few lamps had survived the move of the early owners and a couple of closets still decorated two of the bedrooms. 'I'll have to look through them to see if they're worth keeping.' 

I go to the bathroom and look around. It's the only place of color in the entire house. It's painted a bright blue that makes my eyes squint. I glare into the mirror hanging on the bathroom wall, just to receive a hard glare back. My blue eyes are a bit bloodshot from exertion and I detect a faint tinge of darkness under my eyes. I smile at my reflection and am rewarded with a pearly white shine. My white t-shirt is loosely tucked into my blue jeans and I notice that I have lost a bit of weight, making my lanky form seem even more so. I'm not too sure if I'm interested in that model look or not. 

Forgoing my perusal for another day, I move into the kitchen in search of something to eat. 'Thinking of models always makes me hungry, I don't know why that is.' I search through the remaining cabinets but find nothing. "Now I know why that mouse was running out of the house instead of in," I mumble to myself. My stomach is grumbling in protest, but I think I can manage till I find the phone directory. Rummaging through some of my still packed things, I find the directory and flip it open. Looking for a good Chinese restaurant, I pick a winner and dial from my cellular. I give my order and hang up the phone, my stomach rumbling in thanks. I decide to at least get some work done while I wait for my food to arrive. When I say work I mean unpacking, of course.

If you're wondering what I do for a living though, I'm a writer. I don't consider that work because to me, it's much more than that. If I do happen to perceive my writing as a chore one of these days, I'm afraid I would have to stop. You see, I was born lazy, nothing you can do against that. 

Anyhow, as I was browsing through my things, I found the box I had so helpfully marked "My Things" in great big letters. If that doesn't clue you in as to what is in that box, I sure don't know what will. 

I opened the box and surprisingly enough, found my things inside. Picking the box up, I howled it over to the room I decided would become the master bedroom. It was probably the largest of the three with a nicely-sized private bathroom. It had probably belonged to the parents of a family, at one time or another. 

I placed the box down and looked around. A lone armoire stood in one corner of the room. My bed, hopefully, would be arriving sometime today, in case you were wondering on what I was planning on sleeping tonight. Walking to the armoire, I opened the middle cabinet and looked around. It was empty and smelled of stale dust. Yes, stale dust actually has a small. 

Opening the drawers, one by one, I decided to start arranging my things inside. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, kind of like my writing. I decided I liked the armoire and desired to keep it. After working diligently at putting my things in their new place, I straightened up and sighed. My body was beginning to protest and I had to take its side on this matter. It had been a long few minutes of hard labor. Leaving the slight mess I had made behind, I walked out of the room and entered another. The color on the walls seemed to be fading, making it unclear as to its original color. My mind immediately conjured up all sorts of images and thoughts. Who lived here before, who did this room belong to? Walking to the closet left in the room, I decided to explore it as well, on the off chance that something was left inside. I searched through all the drawers twice and came up with nothing. I even took one of the drawers out because I thought I saw something hidden in its depths. You really don't want to know what I had found. When I bent down to push the drawer back in, I felt something bump into the drawer, keeping me from pushing it inside as my poor back demanded. I pulled the drawer out again and placed it on the floor. Bending down to take a better look, I noticed something. I put my hand inside blindly, hoping that it wouldn't meet with anything that moves and grabbed the offending object. It was a smallish, leather-bound, notebook. Taking it with me to the living room, I dusted it off. 

I was just in time too, since my lunch decided to ring the doorbell at exactly that moment. I opened the door, tipped the guy and took my food eagerly, ignoring the shocked and slightly scared look on the delivery man's face. What? I was hungry! 

Opening the containers, I delved inside as I opened the notebook and took a seat on one of the boxes. On the front page of the notebook was scrolled in somewhat childish lettering, "Jeanie's diary." 

"Hmm..." I hummed to myself in interest. 'I wonder who this Jeanie is and why she left her diary here. I sure wouldn't leave mine behind.' I smirked.

Taking a bite out of my food, I began reading. The first few entries were fairly regular for a diary. Someone, a child, trying it out, soaking her feet in instead of jumping head first. As I read further, I realized this girl, Jeanie, had forgotten about her diary at some point in her life and regained her interest in it only much later. The writing had matured and as I learned first hand, so did the subject matter. One passage in particular piqued my interest. 

"Dear Diary, I've had the strangest dream last night. It's not that I don't remember it, it's worse, I do. I don't know where it came from or why, but I haven't felt that way in...ever. It started out pretty normal; I was in my bedroom, wearing my pj's, getting ready for bed when suddenly someone came into the room. I can't believe I'm actually putting this in writing, but I just have to get it off my chest, it's eating me up. I know I'm blushing, but bare with me. 

The person that came in, I couldn't see their face at first and so I smiled and turned to face them. Then I could see her face, she had the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. They're still so vivid, so alive in my mind, I don't think I could ever forget them, or her, and that's what I'm most afraid of. I remember looking into her face and being mesmerized. She was really breathtaking. She was tall too, really tall and I had to tilt my head back just to look into her eyes when she came closer. She didn't say a word and neither did I. I just stood there, nailed to the spot, unmoving, un-breathing. She came closer and I gulped, even in my dream. I remember that I smiled though, when she put her arms around me and pulled me into a hug. Then, just as suddenly we were on my bed. Or, some bed, I'm not sure. We were naked. 

Oh God, I'll have to hide this notebook real well. 

She was sitting up in the middle of the bed and I was sitting in her lap, our bodies tangled. Her knees were supporting my back and I leaned on them just to gaze into those blue pools again. They had darkened, becoming almost violet in their intensity. She had a certain look in her eyes that I can now describe as hunger, and something else, I'm not sure. 

She pulled me forward, to her lips, and kissed me. She was so soft, I could practically feel it. I can still feel it somehow. Her lips were...what's the word, luscious. I never thought I'd be able to describe anything with that word. I guess all that reading I've been doing has paid up. The kiss was sensual, I've never felt anything quite like that. She was caressing me with her lips, with her tongue, playing with mine. She pulled my body closer and as the kiss deepened so did our contact. Her body started moving against me, slowly, rocking back and forth. Her tongue in my mouth took on the same methodical movement. I could feel her everywhere, my skin was tingling. I felt like I was made of pure nerves, everything she did, everywhere she touched, the impact was twice as intense. Our rocking increased and I started panting. The kiss was slowly stealing my breath away. I wrapped my arms around her neck and tangled my hands in her thick black hair, pulling her closer, deeper into the kiss. There were only us, me and her, in our own little world. I knew nothing but her and cared to know about nothing but her. And it felt like she didn't care about anything else either. As she pressed her beautiful body closer to mine, if that was possible, she held me as though I was the most precious thing in the world. Her soft, large hands caressed down my back, slowly running her blunt nails against my sensitized skin. When I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I kissed her all that much harder and rocked against her like there was no tomorrow. She gave me air and she gave me wings. My body trembled as it never had in real life. I was completely consumed. I didn't want to let her go and that is what scares me.

I woke up with sweat dotting my forehead and with my pj's sticking to my body. I don't know what to do, I've never felt this way before. And I don't know if I ever will again. 

Thanks for listening.

Love, Jeanie."

I swallowed thickly and ran my fingers through my hair. 'Wow, why do I suddenly have an impossible urge for a cigarette?' I knew I was blushing, but didn't really care since no one was around. I don't get flustered that easily, but that girl's writing along with the unstoppable visual I got, made my heart beat double time. I closed the notebook and laid it down on one of the other boxes. I had to have a drink of water before going back to that. 

The doorbell then decided to ring. I walked to the door, frowning in wonder as to who that may be, since no one I knew lived around and I didn't know anyone from around. Looking through the peephole, I saw a sweet looking blonde woman with sparkling green eyes, standing with her hands tucked into a tight pair of jeans, waiting. I smiled and straightened out my clothes. I didn't mind getting to know that cute blonde though. 

I opened the door and smiled in greeting, "Hi. May I help you?" I asked politely. 'Please,' I added to myself. 

The blonde smiled, two dimples winking at me from beautiful, rosy cheeks. "Hi. I know this may sound strange, but can I look around the house?" At my look of dismay, she quickly elaborated, "I used to live here when I was little and I was in the neighborhood, so I thought what the hey, maybe I'll take my chances and try to coax the new owner into letting me take a trip down memory lane." She smiled charmingly. 

I frowned and paused in wonder for a moment, but quickly shook my head. When I saw the crestfallen look on my cute guest's face, I raised a hand to stop her from leaving, rapidly saying, "Sure, no problem. When did you live here? I actually moved in today." I moved aside to allow the happy young woman inside and closed the door. "I'm sorry, where are my manners, I'm Danny." I offered my hand and smiled at the hearty handshake I received. 

"I'm Jeanie."

Oh my God! 

The End (or is it?) 



The Diary



Jane cursed in the darkness as she tried to find the light switch. When she finally found it one of the bulbs blew with a pop and the single remaining bulb flickered uncertainly before deciding not to die today. She paused to inhale some asthma medication before proceeding with difficulty further into the basement. She peered uncertainly at the labels on each box, looking for a box of the ancient fuses that were critical to the continued functioning of the antiquated electrical system. Normally she waited until some community service drudge was available, but she was down to three fuses and the electrical system ate one per day on average. Besides, the volunteer always made a mess.

"Shit!" she muttered as she caught sight of a pile of boxes, the remains of some avalanche created by poor stacking. She shuffled over to the pile, still muttering, and assessed the damage. Papers, old receipts, manilla folders and.... She paused as something caught her attention. Carefully, painfully, she bent over and picked up the little book. It was thin and strangely bound and looked, to her experienced eye, old.

She opened the book carefully and squinted at the writing inside. Her breathing quickened as a suspicion formed in her mind and she looked very, very closely at the writing. It took ten minutes of examination to convince her, but when she was, she smiled as she had not smiled in a very long time and then she stuffed the book inside her shirt and resumed her search for the fuses.

She sat at her desk after closing the library for the day and examined the book. The script was hand-written and very old. With a piece of paper and a pencil she began to transcribe the book. After an hour she was elated; the book was the diary of a Massachusetts colonist. Jane carefully put the book into the drawer that held the library's 'restricted' books, placed her transcription into a file that went into her voluminous purse, and then sat back to think.

'The town owns the book, of course, and I can't steal it. That would be wrong, and it would be difficult to come up with a credible story as to where I found the book. But if I transcribe the book and have my own book-about-the-book ready when I inform the town of it's existance... Yes, that could work. Certainly it would be worth a contract with a regional publisher, and a few television appearances. It might even get me a mention in the history books... well... some books... in the bibliography. But it would certainly finance a modest vacation and might, just, let me retire and get out of this dust magnet.'

Jane worked on the book for the next month, carefully transcribing a little bit each evening. When she was finished, she was convinced that she was looking at a national publishing contract, appearances on national television shows, a very nice vacation and a modestly comfortable retirement; if the book was legitimate. She conceded to herself that it might well turn out to be a hoax. It was certainly unusual enough that it would raise questions. She decided she would send it to the University for authentication. That would ensure a lengthy examination time in which she could plausibly have produced her book, and it would ensure lots of publicity.

That question answered, she turned her attention to the truly strange question that remained. Was the author deluded, or telling the truth? Jane looked at the sentence in the book she had underlined.

'I believe Him to be a thing of Desire, for it is by my Desire I have called Him to me.'

She tapped her fingers slowly on the cover of the book as she considered the book and what it might mean. It was fantastical and... unbelievable, but there it was in writing. Without realizing that she had decided, she pulled out another sheet of paper and began to make a list.

And now, another four months of preparation later and sitting in what had been her bedroom, she considered her preparations and decided that they were complete. The thought that what she was doing might be unwise never crossed her mind. She had made that decision long ago.

So she lowered herself painfully to the floor and began with the firebow. After fifteen minutes she was wheezing and considered reaching for her asthma inhaler, but a fervent burst of emotion welled up out of her and she quashed that thought ruthlessly. Determinedly she pushed on, her only concession to her discomfort being to slow down a little. At the end of half an hour of work she managed to coax a small coal from her carefully prepared pile of tinder. Another few minutes of patient and meticulous work produced a small flame. Red-faced with exertion and on knees screaming in pain she used the flame to light a small candle. With this candle she carefully crawled about the circle lighting the far larger candles around its perimeter.

Then she crawled into the smaller circle a little ways away and lit those candles. The diary had been very unclear about details, but that one line had particularly stuck in Jane's mind. 'I believe Him to be a thing of Desire, for it is by my Desire I have called Him to me.' Jane smiled at the recollection. No hocus pocus there, just the need to focus the mind completely. The kneeling stool from the meditation class sat in the center of the circle and Jane gratefully arranged herself on it. The blood painfully returned to her knees and she coughed once as the pungent fumes of the candles tickled her throat.

Taking a deep breath she settled down into her carefully crafted routine. She plucked one idea at a time from the maelstrom of thoughts and anxieties swirling in her mind, considered each, made peace with it and then set it aside, moving on to the next. When she was calm and focused on the task at hand, she began to breath rhythymically, her stomach contracting to push the air out of her lungs and then relaxing to let the air push itself back into her. She began to feel light-headed and moved to the next step, the one she had considered and examined carefully but never yet attempted.

As she had nurtured the coal of fire she began to nurture the spark of desire. Gently and slowly she fed it. Of tinder she had plenty; the crushed hopes and unfulfilled dreams of sixty years of life. But she took care not to smother the spark by feeding it too quickly. She could feel it growing within her as her heart beat faster and her breath came more quickly. Her desire was a flame now, one that suffused her entire body. She opened her eyes and began to imagine that flame travelling along the line from her circle to the large one. The smoke from the candles stirred as she exhaled strongly, pushing the flame. She imagined she saw the smoke twist languidly in the center of the circle, feather tendrils snaking together to form patterns and shapes. The smoke and shadows coalesced into a face and she smiled only to watch in horror as the face disappeared.

"NO!" she yelled, "NO!"

She closed her eyes and dug deeply into herself, pulling at memories, desperately seeking for more fuel for her desire as she chased after the image. Tears ran down her cheeks as she coughed in the thickening haze of aromatics. And then she found her need.

In the eye of her mind the line between the circles glowed brightly. She coughed, great racking heaves, in an attempt to clear her throat and get enough air. With iron resolve she sucked in a lungful of air and exhaled, visualizing pushing every last bit of her energy through the line into the far circle.

"Lady..." she heard.

Jane tried to concentrate. Tried to remember what had happened. She opened her eyes and found that she was lying on the floor. She blinked, trying to clear the smoke from her eyes.

"Lady..." she heard. It was a soft sound, a rich tenor that rang in her ears. A voice, she realized. She caught her breath and then slowly lifted her head off the floor. The room was filled with the shifting strata of smoke. Through this fog she could see the large circle and the person squatting in it.

His buttocks rested on his heels as he balanced on the balls of his feet. 

'Like a hunter would squat', she thought, 'when examining tracks'. 

His leg muscles were drawn taut by the position, chiseled and angular and covered by short, dark hair. She realized he was naked when she caught sight of his member and inhaled involuntarily. It hung between his legs, nearly to the ground. Entirely unconcerned with his nudity, he cocked his head to one side and smiled at her. His hair was dark and short, with the soft curls of David. His smile was thin and somewhat lopsided, more to one side of his face. His eyes contained the barest hint of humor and were as grey as the smoke that hung in the air. As she watched, she imagined she could see the grey in his eyes slowly moving.

"Are you injured, lady?" he inquired.

Jane swallowed before answering.

"I'm fine," she croaked.

His smile broadened. "Good. Come here."

Jane felt his words tugging at her and instinctively drew back.

"You're my creation," she said, as much to remind herself as anything else, "You will obey me."

"But no, my lady. I will not. Your desire opened the portal that brought me here, and your need shaped me, but your process has bound you to me," he said. He pointed to the line between the circles. "An unbroken line from a greater to a lesser. In calling me and shaping me you gave your innermost self to me. Your circles do not protect; they bind."

His hand reached up to caress the air and Jane felt it upon her cheek. She half closed her eyes and tilted her head into the feeling. She sighed as it brushed across her lips.

"Come," he called. His voice seemed to resonate in her chest. She pulled herself forward, up onto her hands and knees and crawled along the line and into his circle.

"Good girl," he breathed. He reached down and placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her up to her feet with nothing more than this touch.

"I know you, Jane. I know you thought your name unlovely. I know you thought your form hideous. I know you thought your needs unnatural and perverse. I know that you feared so much, so long. But you did not shape me with your fears and I contain none of those. I am your desire given form, your needs in the flesh, and I will never be anything of your fears." As he spoke he walked slowly around her. Jane threw her head back and gasped as he touched her, the pad of one finger upon her shoulder. His fingers traced over her back and she wondered when she had removed her clothing. The question was drowned in the waves of sensation that followed his hand, now his hands, across her body. Everywhere he touched her she felt an electric tingle: her back, her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her arms, her breasts, her belly, her legs. When she felt his hands between her thighs she cried out in joy and collapsed back against him. He kissed the side of her throat and cupped her mons, fingers resting lightly upon the folds of her sex.

"Yes," he murmured, "As you summoned me and shaped me, now I have summoned you and shaped you."

Jane opened her eyes and looked around in shock. The small bedroom of her apartment was gone and now she was standing in an enormous bedroom. The carpet beneath her feet was lush and intricately woven. She looked more closely at the pattern and blushed. A large four poster bed stood at one end of the room. At the other was a large sunken bath, perhaps, she amended her thought, a small pool of white marble.

"Where is this?" she wondered aloud.

"Nowhere," he replied, "It is where I reside. Where I wait in unfulfillable lust for someone with the intelligence and need to complete a summoning. Someone like you."

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her across the room. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was shocked silent, the questions she had thought to ask arrested by the sight. She waved her hand at the mirror and saw the woman there wave back. The woman she had always wanted to be.

"Yes. I shaped you," he repeated, "Here, with you, I have that power."

He lay her down gently on the bed and bent his head to her breast. His lips and tongue circled slowly around her areola and she moaned lightly, arching her back to press the firm flesh up into his mouth. He bit down lightly and she yelped and then groaned as pleasure followed the brief burst of pain. His hand was upon her sex, fingers tracing her wet folds. A finger snaked inside of her, his palm pressing against her mons, the pressure playing upon her clitoris. He moved his hand slowly, finger and palm creating waves of pleasure that mingled with the attentions of his mouth upon her breasts. She heard his breathing accelerating as she came in a short, soft orgasm. She looked up at him and saw him transformed. Lust played across his features and his breath came in heaving lungfuls. She knew, then, that he was in the grip of uncontrollable lust.

"Oh yes," she whispered, "Oh yes."

He reached down and flipped her over onto her belly. The bed buckled as he knelt between her legs, a powerful hand reaching to her belly, lifting her ass high. His rigid cock pressed for a moment against her and then it was buried painfully deep. Jane cried out in pain and pleasure, aching around his shaft. Her vagina, no, her cunt she thought lewdly, felt as though it would tear. He began to pump back and forth, too consumed, too ridden by his desires to be anything but rough. Jane winced and laughed and then ground her hips back, slapping her ass against his abdomen.

"Oh yes," she yelled, "Yes. Yes. Yes..."

His hands reached down to grasp her wrists. He pulled back, inexorably raising her upper body off the bed. Her shoulders were instantly aflame with agony but she could see herself in a mirror, trapped beneath him, and she smiled.

He roared then and Jane felt a rush of warmth inside her. It filled and overflowed her, running in rivulets down her thighs. She whimpered and ground her hips, writhing on his cock in pursuit of her own pleasure. After a moment he pulled her upright, holding her against him. His hands touched her, firmly. Cupping a breast, pulling a nipple, rubbing roughly against her clitoris. His breath was hot and wet upon her neck and she could feel the hint of his teeth. She caught sight of herself in the mirror again, impaled upon him, and climaxed in a shuddering scream.

He stretched the climax out through the skillful use of his hands, holding her tightly to him and whispering sweet lewdnesses into her ear. She rode the waves of pleasure in a satisfied haze, all the while whispering her refrain, "...yes, yes, yes..."

He fell forward onto the bed, lying on his side with Jane before him, still held in place by his strong arms and rock hard member. He chuckled, a rumbling sort of sound that Jane could feel in her torso and, she hissed in pleasure, her sex.

"So long as I have existed I have never known satisfaction," he announced, "Until now. I was always the unfulfilled servant, catering to the needs of my summoner. And now you will cater to my needs and, in the doing, fulfill your needs."

Jane, her mind sluggish with afterglow, merely nodded and sighed. Even now, while he was thinking about something else, his hands moved upon her body, subtly and unthinkingly arousing her. She would do whatever he wanted to stay in this state.

"No," she protested weakly as he moved his hips, slowly pulling out of her.

"But yes," he replied and rolled over onto his back. Jane crawled on top of him and kissed him, first his lips and then his neck and chest. He was slightly salty with a thin sheen of sweat and, she giggled, smoky. She licked his nipple and gasped when she felt the sensation in her own. But it was more. Experimentally she sucked at his nipple and felt the sensation in her own body, but it was overlain with the pleasure he felt. She growled softly and sucked at his body; lips, tongue, teeth, and hands built the pleasure to a crescendo that swept over her.

Collapsing on his chest she looked up at him weakly. He smiled wickedly at her.

"Oh yes, Jane. I can do all sorts of things," he murmured. His hand stroked her cheek and his thumb brushed over her lips. She kissed the thumb and then stuck her tongue out to taste it. Hungrily she took it into her mouth. She felt the sensations in her own body as she suckled at his digit, tongue teasing and then laving. She moved her mouth back and forth on it, reveling in the pleasure he radiated.

Laughing in delight he pulled his thumb away from her care and pushed her head further down his body.

"Finish the bonding, Jane," he ordered, "Taste me."

Jane bent her head to him then and took him, slick with her fluids and his, into her mouth. Again she felt the wave of pleasure that washed through him and she groaned which created another wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She moaned again onto his cock and the pleasure sent her into a blinding climax. Unable to see, she clung to his cock with her mouth, bringing her hands up to hold him, to caress his balls. She felt him pull her body on top of his, her legs splayed widely, and she trembled as his mouth began to work at her sex, whimpering.

Lost in the overlapping sensations that shook her entire body Jane almost failed to notice as he began pumping into her mouth. Reflexively she swallowed and felt the molten warmth slide into her belly. There was far too much to swallow, but she did her best and when he was finished she blindly followed the trail, lapping at his flesh for any traces she could find. His tongue darted into her, and she convulsed. She could taste herself, smell herself, and the sensations overwhelmed her.

She awoke in the bed, mewling with unrequited desire. She threw back the covers and sat up, aware that the sheets beneath her were wet. She crawled to the edge and out of bed. She stalked through the room in a search for him and found him at a desk, writing with a quill pen on parchment. Lowering herself to the ground she crawled to him, kissing his foot, then his ankle, and moving upwards to his thighs.

His hand caught in her hair, pulling her off of him. He smiled kindly at her.

"First, we must talk. You can't stay here, Jane."

He cut off her protest firmly.

"You can't. It's impregnated with millennia of my lust. It's already affecting you. Soon it will devour you and you'll become a mindless creature chasing after increasingly elusive pleasure until you die. I will not have that."

"Don't send me away from you," she whispered. In the back of her mind she recognized the truth of his words; a small part of her saw what was happening, even as the rest of her didn't care and impelled her to attempt to lick his arm.

"I'm sending you back into the world. You will find me more servants. Intelligent. Willing. And you will build a place where I can become flesh in your world. You are bound to me, so you will always feel my presence. This has its advantages. You will find yourself gaining shadows of my abilities. But it has its costs too. I know that you will always be in a state of desire. Other things I suspect, but I do not know. We will see. Hold out your arm."

She obeyed and he traced a design upon her flesh. Where his finger touched, her skin changed. What was left, when he was finished looked like an ornate design delicately carved on the inside of her wrist.

"It's beautiful," she murmured.

"I am pleased you think so. Only my servants shall bear this mark. You are first, and you will always be first. And now," he rose from the chair, lifting her to her feet, "I will sate my lusts with you again before sending you back."

"Oh yes," Jane whispered hungrily.

Jane awoke, coughing, on the floor of her room. Her entire body ached, throbbing painfully in time to her heartbeat.

'A dream?' she thought bitterly.

"Just a fucking dream?" she shouted and raised her fist to pound it against the floor. She froze as her eye caught sight of the design on the inside of her forearm. Tentatively she brought the arm in front of her face and probed at it with the fingers of her other hand. She looked down at her body, examining it, touching it. Awash in delight she stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the light so that she could see herself in the mirror. She turned slowly about, examining herself; her new self.




The Diary



Gone was the obese and sallow flesh that she had felt imprisoned by for so many years. Gone too was the stringy dark hair that no amount of conditioning or styling had ever been able to make attractive. In their place she saw the woman she had dreamed of being. She was tall and athletically thin with the tanned and freckled skin of a surfer or farm girl. Her breasts were smaller than they had been, but still sizeable and now firm and pert as they had never been even when she was young. Her hair was somewhere between red and blonde, like nothing she had ever seen before, and it hung down her back in soft curls that reached almost to her waist. She looked at her mons and blushed, 'I never pictured myself shaven. That must be his preference...'

She stopped admiring herself at that thought, her eyes widening in surprise. 'It was real!'

She rushed back into the bedroom like a child at Christmas time and then stopped herself.

"This is silly," she announced, "Of course it was real. I'm in a new body with his mark on my arm. So it follows that I really did travel somewhere and..." she smiled wistfully at the memories and felt the design in her flesh warm and tingle. It faded after a moment and she felt woefully alone and empty.

"I'm sorry... master?" she ventured and was pleased when she felt a sense of approval. "This is very overwhelming. I will need some time to plan and organize." Again she felt the faint wash of approval. Then, because no matter what her body looked like she was still Jane Wilson, she began cleaning up the bedroom. When she was finished, she sat down at the table in the kitchen to think.

'I can't be Jane Wilson anymore,' she realized, 'not looking like this. Perhaps I can be a relative. A niece. That will work. Jane has gone off on a cruise and then to a retirement home in... Florida. That's exactly where Jane would have gone. I'll be the niece come to liquidate her estate.'

Step by step, and taking careful notes, Jane plotted her own disappearance. When she was finished she noted, with surprise, that it was almost 9am and she wondered exactly how long she had been working. She picked up her phone and called the town hall. Sniffling and wheezing she informed them that she felt ill and would be out for the day. Then she cleaned up the apartment, carefully and meticulously removing all traces of her preparations from the night before.

As she worked she began separating her belongings into piles: keep, sell, donate. It was noon before she was finished and she realized that she was starving. She pulled food out of the refrigerator and ate it, despite the fact that it all seemed very bland. When she was finished, she sat down at the computer and began to work. It took a great deal of effort, but by late in the evening she felt that she had accomplished all she could without going out.

Clothing proved to be a problem. Everything she owned was sized for her old body. She considered just wearing a blouse and a belt, but that proved impractical as the shirt was much too short; it didn't even come down past her waist. She solved the problem by cutting the arms off a blouse and tying a length of fabric around her waist to make a sarong. With some floppy sandals the outfit was acceptable casual wear for the late summer.

Her first destination was the library. She simply unlocked the back door, walked in, and walked out with the diary. She had considered burning the library to the ground and faking her death, but the young girl in her, the one that had loved books and their escape from a harsher reality, simply couldn't countenance that. The simple theft bothered her, but she was protecting her master.

'Master,' she thought, rolling the term, the idea, around in her mind. It felt... right.

From there she walked to The Breakers. The bar was doing a brisk business but wasn't particularly crowded. She hesitated in the doorway, unfamiliar with this type of setting, and saw a dozen heads swivel in her direction. She blushed and walked over to the bar. She hadn't had time to open her mouth when a man rushed up.

"Give her whatever she wants," he told the man behind the bar.

She smiled at him. "That's very kind of you, but I'm meeting someone," she told him.

"That's perfectly alright," he responded, "I'll just keep you company until he arrives. I'm Alex."

"Hello, Alex," she said, "I'm Giolla. What do you recommend?"

"I prefer to give ladies a Screaming Orgasm," he replied.

She blushed again and discovered she was enjoying herself. His obvious pursuit was flattering and the very idea of sex made her wet. She wondered, eyeing his physique, what kind of lover he would be. 'What would he feel like?'

"I need to be reasonably sober this evening, so I believe I'll have a Greyhound," she told the bartender, "Light on the vodka, please."

She nursed the drink and teased Alex, dancing around his increasingly direct attempts to convince her to go somewhere with him; never saying yes, but never shutting him down. She could feel his desire in her belly and it drove her to distraction.

At length a young man walked into the bar. He was the physical antithesis of Giolla/Jane, short, a little overweight, bespectacled and not particularly attractive. He hesitated in the doorway, completely out of his element.

"Excuse me, Alex," Giolla said, "I believe my date is here. Do you come here often?"

"Only if you're going to be here," he told her.

She smiled and patted him on the cheek. "I'll look for you, then. Thank you for the drink."

His eyes followed her across the room, as did many others.

"Mr. Elite, I believe?" she asked the boy in the doorway.

"Yes," he croaked and cleared his throat. "I mean, yes, that's me. Are you Ms. Behaving?"

"Not yet," Giolla replied, "but perhaps you can help me with that. Shall we go someplace quieter?"

She walked out the door and he followed, hurrying to catch up.

"I'll need someplace to take a couple of photographs," he said.

"I know just the place," she responded.

The hotel was just a few blocks away and it seemed a waste to drive there, but Elite had his equipment in the trunk of his car. The room was small but clean, and the table was easily moved out of the way to make room for a backdrop and a camera. Elite quickly snapped a couple of photographs of Giolla and checked them to be certain they would work.

"It'll take me a couple of days," he informed her, "Some of the hacking is sensitive and the IDs will take several hours to set. It will all stand up to cursory examination, even a routine check, but a detailed examination wouldn't be fooled. You can probably get a passport, but if someone starts a serious criminal investigation they'll find you out pretty quickly. And this isn't cheap work. Do you have my money?"

"Of course I do," Giolla purred, "but perhaps you might be willing to take some services in exchange?"

Elite swallowed nervously and looked at her, "What kind of services?"

Giolla untied the fabric that was her skirt and let it drop to the floor. "I was thinking about some personal services," she responded as she slowly advanced on him, fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse.

Elite stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. When she peeled her blouse off her torso he reached out and grabbed her breasts, roughly squeezing them in his hands. She hissed in pain and delight and arched her head back. He pushed forward against her, his hands mauling her tits and his mouth wet and sloppy against her neck, backing her up until she fell onto the bed. His hands dropped to his pants, fumbling at the belt and zipper and pushing them down around his ankles. She spread her legs as he threw himself onto her and tried to push into her. She reached down between her legs to guide him into her and he groaned in pleasure and disappointment. She felt the warmth of his cum squirting onto her and made a disappointed sound.

"I'm sorry..." he began but she cut him off with a finger placed upon his lips. Gently she pushed him onto the bed, onto his back, and wormed her way down to his feet. Methodically she removed his shoes, socks, and pants. Then she lay down between his legs with her head resting on his thigh.

"That sort of thing happens to everyone," she told him, "But now that's out of the way, let's settle down to have some fun."

She leaned her head over him and began to lick him clean. His cock, which had softened a little, quickly hardened and he groaned in pure pleasure as she took him into her mouth. Her hands worked at his testicles, slowly massaging them, as she moved her head up and down. She felt the stiffening in his body that signified imminent orgasm and took her mouth off of him and pressed hard with her fingers at his prostate. He drew in his breath in disappointment and she smiled at him again.

"Not just yet," she said in a husky tone, "I want you inside me when that happens."

She nibbled at his thighs with her teeth and lips for a few minutes and then worked her way up his body. He exclaimed in delight as she sucked at one of his nipples and then gasped as she slid herself on top of him and backed herself down onto his cock.

"Oh yes," he said.

"Yes indeed," she murmured. She squeezed with her vaginal muscles, imagining that she was pulling him deeper into her, several times. Then she pushed herself upright and slowly rode him. Her hands wandered up her body, presenting it to his view. Fingers pulled at a nipple as she bit her lip. Then she sucked on one of her fingers, slowly, letting him see, again, what she had been doing to his cock. His hands seized her hips, pulling her down hard onto him as he thrust up into her. She crooned in delight as she felt his cum inside her and squeezed him, again, and again as she rocked her pelvis against him. Orgasm eluded her, despite her efforts, and she finally stopped from sheer exhaustion.

"That was amazing," he confessed when she collapsed on top of him.

"We're clear on the bill," he announced.

Giolla, frustrated and slightly angry, pulled herself off of him and turned so that her head was towards the foot of the bed, her feet at the headboard.

"I want more," she declared. His cock was already shrinking and she turned her attentions to it in the hopes of reviving it. She held his flacid member in her mouth and tasted the conmingled fluids that coated it. She sucked hungrily at him, humming softly under her breath, and used her hands to massage his scrotum. She felt his hands running along her legs and quickly lifted one leg to give him access to her. She trembled in delight as his fingers wandered across her mons and toyed with the wet folds of her sex. She thrust her hips towards him, silently begging for more of his attention. He obliged her by rubbing enthusiastically, if none too skillfully. His fingers ventured inside her and she moaned plaintively. His cock began to rapidly harden and she took her mouth away from it.

Scrambling forward a little, she knelt on the bed with her hands well forward and her head to the bedspread. She spread her legs as wide as she was able and waggled her ass enticingly. Elite mumbled "Hell yeah," and quickly knelt behind her. He thrust his cock into her and began to slowly pump. Giolla pushed back against him with every thrust, her ass cheeks smacking against his abdomen. She tried to hold him in with her muscles whenever he pulled back and she could tell from his body language that he liked this, that he was getting close. When he came again he thrust hard into her and she tried to milk him. Still orgasm eluded her and she growled in frustration.

He pulled out of her and flopped back on the bed, covered in sweat and panting. She crawled over him and began to fellate him again.

"You're kidding," he groaned. "It's going to be an hour, at least, before I can get it up again."

Giolla continued to work him. But no matter how she used her mouth and hands he was resistant to her efforts. She rolled over onto her back and faced, him, legs spread.

"But I want you," she whispered, "My body wants you deep inside me. See?"

She reached between her legs and separated the swollen lips of her cunt. Her fingers teased the folds and then a finger slid inside of her. She tossed her head back and gasped for air as she slowly slid the finger in and out of herself. She pulled the finger out and traced it up her body, leaving a wet trail on her belly, between her breasts. The finger slipped between her lips and she sucked at the honey that coated it. Leaning back on the bed her free hand snaked between her legs and began to stroke herself again, laying bare the pearl of her clitoris.

"Please," she begged, "Please?"

"Damn," he said in fascination, "You're a genuine fucking nympho. What a hot bitch!"

He reached out with his hand and began to finger-fuck her. Re-positioning himself, he lowered his head to her breast and began to suck hard at her. She moaned in delight and arched her back, pressing upwards into his mouth. Several minutes of clumsy work was apparently all that Elite was capable of and he stopped even as she was reaching the conclusion that this was not going to end well for her.

"That was... the best," he said, "I'll finish up your IDs and get them to you. Where do you want them sent?"

She sat up and leaned over and kissed him. "E-mail me," she replied, "And you can deliver them in person. I'm going to take a shower. Do you mind?"

"Whatever works for you," he said in a tired voice.

He was snoring when she emerged from the shower and his breathing rythym didn't change at all when she bent over to take him, once more just for the taste, into her mouth. She licked her lips as she left, wondering, 'Do all women like that taste, or is it just me?'

Giolla walked home in an effort to work off the unfulfilled excitement that roiled within her. Every step reminded her of the wetness between her thighs and no matter how she tired, her lungs pounded as if she had just run a great distance. When she got back to the apartment she stalked angrily through it, discarding her clothing and trying to order her thoughts. At length she stalked into her bedroom and stood where the circle had been. She tried to focus, but every thought she recognized and discarded was replaced by another.

"What has happened to me?" she demanded.

*Surrender,* she heard. Startled, she looked around the room, but found no one.

*Surrender to me,* a voice whispered in her mind.

"I do, master. I do surrender to you," she whispered back.

As if a switch had been flipped she felt herself falling to the floor, shaken to her very core by a burst of pleasure that was beyond anything she had ever known. The sensations of the last several hours played themselves across her nerves in the span of a few seconds, like a tape on fast-forward. She could sense his touch, probing the memories, delighting in her sensations and actions; his pleasure fed back to her, intensifying the moment.

Lungs heaving, desperate for oxygen, she lay upon the floor, twitching helplessly. As the room faded to red, she felt his presence again, *I am pleased. Bring me more.*

She woke in the morning, weak and ravenous. She crawled to the phone and, after several bungled attempts, managed to dial the bagel place down the street. Croaking hoarsely, she ordered a dozen bagels, cream cheese, smoked salmon, and orange juice; she paid with Jane's credit card. She spent an hour wolfing the food down, constrained only by her inability to chew and swallow any faster, and then crawled into bed.

She awoke later in the afternoon, still sore, but no longer feeling as though she had been run through a wringer. She poked through the remains of the food, looking for something to eat and finding nothing; she had even licked the cream cheese containers clean. Sighing, she put on her clothing, 'My only set of clothing', she reminded herself, and went out to find some more food to eat.

Sitting in a hole-in-the-wall Chinese place, eating her third order of steamed dumplings, she pondered the events that had transpired and what they meant.

'Elite wasn't exactly a skilled stud,' she conceded, 'but I should have gotten at least close to an orgasm. The sex felt good and I was certainly in the mood... Perhaps this is what master meant? Unfulfilled? So why... Oh! Of course! He feeds on the sexual energy, so I only feel the release of the sexual energy when I am able to pass it on to him. I'm a... a... conduit. Hmm... So I can only pass it on to him through the opening I created between our worlds. I wonder if that means that I can experience a normal orgasm if I have sex inside the portal? Make a note of that. I'm also going to have to start eating more if I get physically drained every time I pass on the energy I have collected. And that's another interesting point... I'm obviously supposed to collect more energy for him...' she smiled wickedly to herself as she worked through the ramifications of that thought.

She finished off the remaining food, paying her bill with cash withdrawn from an ATM machine, and reflected that she was fortunate to be living in a university town. 'The town library may be for shit, but it's closed anyway. The University will have what I need. Straight there.' Her skirt slipped as she accidentally trod on it, and she barely caught it before it unraveled completely and fell to the ground. Smiling at one gaping patron as she re-tied the skirt she amended that thought, 'Clothing first. Then the library.'

Six hours of furious research later, she had fleshed out another portion of her plan. 



The Diary



I read it for perhaps the tenth time, "Dear Diary, this afternoon I stood in my bedroom closet finger fucking myself while watching Angela's big tits swaying back and forth over my husbands face." 

It was by far the most interesting entry my diary had seen in quite a while. Why was a thirty-six year old woman in her closet playing with herself? That's the story.

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My husband has a thing for big tits, the bigger the better, and he has been like that since the day I met him. He buys magazines that feature big-breasted babes and I can't tear him away from the TV set when Bay Watch is on. Given Matt's penchant for big boobs I have never figured out why he even dated me, let alone married me, since I am basically flat chested. Well, not really flat chested, although 34 B cups are really not all that big. The total package isn't all that bad; I still get a lot of wolf whistles when I'm out and about. I have a nice firm butt (hours spent on the Stairmaster) and I've been told my legs are great, but big tits I ain't got. I've learned to live with Matt's boob obsession, I'm even amused by it, and I never pass up an opportunity to take a dig at him when I catch him eyeing some babe showing a mile of cleavage. He always blushes and gets a guilty look on his face, but he never stops looking.

When Jack and Angela moved in next door I knew things were going to get interesting - Angela had at least 40 DD's. My first clue was when Matt ran over to help them unload their U-Haul truck (I couldn't even get him to take out the garbage). A couple of hours later he brought them over and introduced me to them and told me he had invited them over for dinner since all of their pots and pans were still in boxes. From that day on Matt became Jack's new best friend and he spent a remarkable amount of time over at Jack and Angela's house on one pretext or another. I had no idea if Jack and Angela had any idea of what was going on, but I certainly did. Did I care? No, not really. I was not an insecure person and I knew Matt was always going to come home to me, it's just that he had this thing about tits.

Summer arrived and the first bloom of my flowerbeds caused another change in my husband. For the first time in the five years since we had lived in the house I did not have to beg Matt to go out and "please cut the grass." Every Saturday and Sunday Matt would be out in the yard weeding the flowerbeds, cutting grass, trimming bushes and hedges and spraying fertilizers and insecticides. I'm sure that the fact that Angela sunbathed in a string bikini every day the sun shone had a lot to do with it, but who was I to complain - the yard hadn't looked that good in years.

Fall brought cooler weather that put an end to Angela's sunbathing, but it also brought football. I had become accustomed over the years to the fact that when football season arrived Matt would plant himself in front of the TV on weekends and I might as well consider him gone for the day. I learned early on not to make plans for the two of us to do anything that started before eight in the evening. This year was different only in that Jack was also a football nut and so Matt spent most of his weekend planted in front of Jack and Angela's big screen TV instead of ours. Not, of course, that I thought Angela had anything to do with his being over there. 

Winter arrived and with it the first indication that something funny was going on. It was at a holiday get together at Jack and Angela's and I was on my way from the dining room to the kitchen when I saw Matt with his hand on Angela's ass and she wasn't in the least bit upset about it. In fact, she was smiling at him. This bothered me and so I kept an eye on the both of them for the rest of the night. About two hours into the party I saw Angela go into the kitchen and a minute or so later Matt followed her. I casually headed for the kitchen and when I walked in I caught them kissing. Matt saw me and broke the kiss, "Mistletoe" he said, and pointed to sprig in Angela's hair. 

"I thought he'd never notice" Angela said, "Every other man here has." 

I smiled, got a drink of water, and left the kitchen. I began to wonder if I was over-reacting to the situation. It could just be simple flirting between two people who knew and liked each other, but something about the situation nagged at me.

I have never had a suspicious nature, but in the coming months I began to watch Matt and while I never actually caught him at anything, I did see several things that led me to believe he and Angela had a thing going. My suspicions were confirmed on a day early in March. Matt had taken a few days off from work to do some things around the house and I came home to find spots on my bed sheets that I just knew had to be fluids from two people who had been making love. I knew they hadn't come from Matt and me because I had changed the sheets that morning after we had made love. I decided that I needed to catch them in the act which meant that I had to set up a situation that would make it easy for them to do it in our house and not Angela's. 

The plan I came up with was simplicity itself. On Friday night I asked Angela if she would come over in the morning and help me lay out a quilt pattern. Then I arranged for my sister Barb to call me on Saturday morning about a minor family problem needing my assistance. Telling Matt to call Angela and tell her not to bother coming over, I faked leaving the house and got myself into our bedroom closet. I was gambling that Matt would either not make the call and just let Angela come on over, or call her and tell her the coast was clear. And that's just what happened. Ten minutes after I took my place in the closet I could hear the two of them laughing and running up the stairs. Angela burst into the room with Matt right behind her. He caught her, tossed her onto the bed, and then jumped on her. They rolled around laughing and acting like a couple of teenagers and then Angela pulled away from Matt and started taking off her clothes, "Hurry lover," she said, "I want your cock in me." 

I decided I was going to be mean - I would wait until they had built each other up to a fevered pitch before I stormed out of the closet and rained on their parade. Matt finished peeling off his clothes and climbed on the bed and Angela pushed him down on his back. She bent over and started sucking his cock and as I watched Matt arched himself up into her mouth and I wondered if the fact that Angela was an enthusiastic cocksucker was part of what he saw in her (besides her big tits). I have never refused Matt oral sex, but it has never been one of my favorite things and I certainly never went after his dick the way Angela did. It was only minutes before I heard Matt tell Angela that he was going to cum and I was surprised when Angela did not take her mouth off of him and let it happen. She kept sucking Matt and I saw cum leaking out of the corners of her mouth. I had certainly never done that! When Angela took her mouth off Matt's dick it fell limp on his stomach. Shit! I thought, so much for catching them in the throes of passion; it looked like the best I was going to do was catch them naked together. 

Angela's hand went to Matt's cock and she began to stroke it and I got another surprise - he started getting hard again. When Matt and I made love we both orgasmed, cuddled for a bit, and then we both rolled over and went to sleep. Matt and I had never made love twice in one night, and to be honest about it, it was neither his fault nor mine. I didn't know he could get it back up so quickly and the thought of doing it twice never seemed to have occurred to either of us. When Angela had him up and ready she swung herself over him and lowered herself down on his upright pole and then she started to rock back and forth. Her boobs were swinging just above Matt's face and he lifted his head and captured one with his mouth. 

As I watched the both of them I had a head full of mixed feelings. I was pissed at Matt for cheating on me; I was angry with Angela for going after my husband, and I was aware that Matt was getting better sex from Angela than he ever had from me. Angela was wild and abandoned, while I was more sedate and easy going. I loved making love with Matt and we made love four or five times a week, but what I was watching here was not "making love" - it was sex, it was fucking, pure and simple. I began to rethink my plan on interrupting them, but in the end I decided that I was going to do it. I had my hand on the door, ready to push it open, when into the bedroom strode Jack. "Oh my God" I thought, he's going to kill or hurt both of them and I was set to rush out of the closet and throw myself on his back, gouge his eyes, or do something to stop him, when I noticed that he was taking off his clothes as he approached the bed. I was surprised into inaction and I stood there, frozen in my tracks, and I heard Jack say, "Sorry I'm late, but I was on the phone with a very important client." Angela turned her head and opened her mouth and Jack walked his stiff cock right into it. 

For the next hour I watched as Angela sucked and fucked both men, usually at the same time. Her mouth was always on one of them while the other was in her pussy. The one that really blew me away was when the men did a double penetration on her - one in her pussy and one in her ass. Angela screamed when Jack pushed himself into her anus, but it was a howl of pleasure and not pain. Anal sex was something else that Matt and I had never done. I saw Matt glance at his watch and then he said, "We had better break this up. My wife may coming home soon." Angela cried, "No, not yet. I'm almost ready to cum. I'm not ready to stop yet." Jack said, "No problem baby. We can just take it over to our house," and the three of them partially dressed and then left the house. I came out of the closet and found that my knees were weak. I'd fingered myself to four orgasms (another first for me) while watching the three of them on the bed. I had a lot to think about as I wobbled to the shower, an awful lot to think about.

The diary entry continued, "Starting tonight Matt is going to see a lot less making love in this bedroom, but he is going to get a whole lot more sex. And when I've learned to give better blow-jobs and when I've learned to take his cock in my ass, he will be given a choice - Angela or me (unless of course he agrees to let me join their threesome). 



The Diary



Chapter 1 – The Temptation

I knew it was unethical. I also knew that if Beth and Steve ever found out, I'd not only lose my two best friends, but undoubtedly my girlfriend as well. Regardless of the consequences though, my willpower couldn't hold out. All thoughts of proper moral conduct were brushed aside, as easily as the wave of a hand might shoo away a pesky fly. With a sorrowful farewell, my conscience flittered away and I slowly opened Beth's diary.

My invasion was greeted with a soft crackling sound, the unmistakable utterance of a stiff leather cover opening almost against its will. I quickly turned to the most recent entry, and the smell of fresh ink on paper invaded my nostrils, as if I could learn Beth's most personal thoughts simply by inhaling, rather than reading the graceful script of her polished handwriting. I drew the scent in, tickling my nose hairs, but chose to use sight rather than smell, to study her thoughts.

"June 20, 1997 (Friday) - Steve and I are off to Cancun. I'm so excited! We haven't had a REAL vacation in a long time. I'm a little nervous too, though. I have a few things that I want to get out in the open before we start having fun. I'm optimistic that everything will work out though, and I'm sure it'll be a wonderful trip. Beaches to relax on, Mayan ruins to explore, and a cozy room at a fancy resort to make love in. What more could we ask for? I can't wait! Well, that's all for now. We asked Simon to stay at our place for the week to take care of Rufus. He should be here soon, so I don't have time for a lengthy entry. We should be back on the 28th."

As Beth's words explained, they had asked me to house-sit, or rather dog-sit, for them while they were on vacation. Although I'd only moved to the Phoenix area about a year prior to that, I considered them among my closest friends, so I'd agreed without a second thought. However, after holding Beth's diary in my hands, a second thought, as well as third, fourth, and fifth thoughts, were now compounding. The temptation was just too much. If I'd only said "Golly gee whiz, I'm sorry, I have plans. I can't watch your house while you're gone," I would never have been put in the position to betray their trust. Of course, I'd also have sounded like Gomer Pyle, and that probably wouldn't have made me feel much better. 

Anyway, after taking Beth and Steve, and enough suitcases to fill up half the cargo space of a Boeing 707 to Sky Harbor International Airport, I returned to their place with my own bag in hand, prepared for a week of minor boredom, combined with the new experience of living with a large, albeit lovable, German Shepherd. Rufus decided to initiate me properly, by waking me early the next morning with a slobbering tongue and some absolutely horrendous breath. Following my failed attempt at ignoring him, I clumsily trailed him to the backdoor and let him out to water the grass. I guess I got bored, because the next thing I knew I was snooping through my best friends' house. I don't know where this perverse curiosity came from. It's not like I'm the kind of person who goes probing through every medicine cabinet that comes within his reach. 

When I opened Beth's underwear drawer, the first thing I noticed was that most of her panties and bras were quite modest. Nearly everything was regular white cotton, like something found in a JC Penny catalog. There were a few sexier lacy numbers tucked way in the back, as if she never wore them. For some reason, I was surprised by this. Maybe it was because considering all the suitcases I helped transport, it was astounding to find even one stitch of clothing in the house, much less an almost full underwear drawer. More likely though, it was because Beth is an extraordinarily attractive woman, and would look amazing in anything sold by Victoria's Secret, or Fredrick's of Hollywood. Unsurprisingly, I made the assumption that someone as beautiful as her would naturally wear sexy under-things. My wonderment at this new information was quickly set aside though, at the second thing I noticed -- Beth's journal. As soon as I saw the gold-stenciled word "Diary" across the black faux-leather cover, I put it back where I'd found it, closed the drawer, and sat on the bed staring at the dresser for what seemed like hours. I kept telling myself that going through their stuff was wrong, and reading Beth's diary was practically criminal.

After leaving the room and then returning to gaze at the diary's resting place several more times, I remembered that Rufus was still outside, so I retreated to the backdoor, trying to give that good little angel on my shoulder time to set me straight. After letting the happy-go-lucky drool machine back into the house though, I found myself being drawn back to the bedroom, this time with Rufus shadowing me. I don't even remember opening the dresser drawer, much less pushing Beth's panties aside and retrieving the diary. My next recollection is scratching Rufus behind the ears, as I turned the journal to the red ribbon marking Beth's most recent reflections. After reading the aforementioned entry, I closed the diary again, sat on the edge of the large bed, looked Rufus in the eyes, and apologized for my weakness. He gave me a look only a dog could bestow. With a twinkle in his eyes and a wag of his tail, he as much as told me, "Go ahead! I don't blame you. Tell me if there's anything interesting about me in there." So, with the vivid image of a diminutive trident-wielding devil beating the crap out of a tiny angel, passing briefly before my eyes, I turned to the first page, dated January 1, 1996, the beginning of the previous year.

As I paged through Beth's memories, it became apparent that she didn't make daily entries, but jotted down short comments about events that either delighted her, or annoyed her on any given day. It was evident that most of her gloomy thoughts were work-related, and most of her sunny thoughts were related to Rufus and Steve. I felt obligated to inform Rufus about many of the entries that mentioned him. Although, I deliberately refrained from telling him how upset Beth had been when he'd chewed up her favorite pair of running shoes. I figured there was no point in rubbing his nose in something in which he was undoubtedly already ashamed. Actually, although her words were well written, and often quite amusing, it was a relief to find nothing truly captivating. It would be much more difficult to return the book to its hiding place, if I'd found something scandalous, or mysterious. After paging through it and finding nothing enticing, I knew I could put it away and pretend I'd never seen it.

However, as I closed the book and moved toward the dresser, I was suddenly struck with the same thought Rufus had. It occurred to me, since her diary dated back before we'd become acquainted, that it might be interesting to see if she'd made any observations about me when we'd met. I quickly sat back down and began turning pages until I'd come to some notes dated in June of 1996. After skimming through several uncomplimentary remarks about her mother (apparently related to the constant nagging Beth had to endure for not entering the club of motherhood), I'd found my name. 

"June 15, 1996 (Saturday) - Steve dragged me to dinner tonight to meet a friend of his from work, who just moved into town. I really didn't want to go, since I figured I'd end up listening to the two of them discuss work all night, but I must admit, I ended up having a really great time. His friend Simon is very charming, and quite intelligent. He's gorgeous, too. Great derriere! When he left the table to answer the call of nature, I couldn't help but stare at his ass until he turned the corner. I can't recall ever meeting a man who I was so instantly and unquestionably attracted to. It took Steve months of courting to make me open up the way Simon did in only a few hours. I couldn't believe how easy he was to talk to, and how easily I found myself flirting with him, and with Steve sitting right there the whole night! 

"I feel terrible though. As soon as we got home, Steve headed for the bedroom, looking really depressed. Obviously he's upset with me for paying too much attention to Simon...and rightly so. I don't know if it's the guilt I'm feeling, or just the image of Simon running through my head, but I can't sleep. I think I'll go wake Steve up with a BJ. I don't do that nearly often enough to satisfy him. Maybe it'll make us both feel better."

I was floored. I had no idea Beth had found me attractive. I hadn't thought about that evening in a long time, but looking back, I realized how blind I had been, missing all the signs. At the time though, I had just been trying to make a good impression on my new friend's wife. The entries that followed were equally enlightening:

"June 16, 1996 (Sunday) – Well, the blowjob last night worked. Steve got so worked up, especially after watching me swallow his stuff, that he was ready for another round in record time. I got really excited too. I was so wet; he slid right in, and gave me quite a workout. I forgot all about Simon...for a few seconds anyway. I don't know for sure when it started, but it wasn't too long into our love making, that I realized with a shock, I was picturing Simon doing the thrusting. I feel horrible. I don't know what I'm going to do.

"June 17, 1996 (Monday) – I still can't get Simon out of my head. To make matters worse, Steve invited him over for a barbecue next Saturday. I fear seeing him again will make it all the more difficult to get him off my mind.

"June 19, 1996 (Wednesday) – I had the most erotic dream of my life last night. I was sitting in a restaurant having a romantic dinner with Steve. There were flickering candles all over the room, red and pink rose petals decorated the tablecloth, and Steve was wearing a very handsome tuxedo. I glanced down at my food to grab a forkful of pasta, and realized I was stark naked! Then, before I felt it, I spied a very masculine hand rubbing my bare leg! I looked to my right, and discovered Simon, looking quite dapper in a tuxedo of his own, enjoying a pleasant conversation with Steve, while he continued to gently caress my thigh. Suddenly, Simon slipped his fingers between my legs and began rubbing my pussy. I dropped my fork in shock, clattering it against my plate, but the two of them just kept on talking to each other as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

"Then Steve astonished me when he pointed at my food and told Simon to go ahead and take a taste. It wasn't until he crawled under the table and pushed my legs apart, that I realized it wasn't my dinner that Steve had offered him. When Simon's tongue hit my labia, I threw back my head and moaned. I ran my fingers through his hair as he spread my lips with one hand and pushed the fingers of his other hand inside me, all the while lapping up my juices like they were a life giving sustenance. I woke myself up when I screamed with an earth shattering orgasm. Unfortunately, I also woke up Steve. He was genuinely concerned about me, which made me feel even more guilty when I told him it was just a nightmare. Luckily he had no reason to look under the covers. If he had, I would have had a lot of difficulty explaining my drenched panties, and the large wet spot on the sheets."

As I'd mentioned previously, I found Beth to be one of the most beautiful women I'd ever met, so the image she'd unwittingly created in my mind was enough to ignite the fire in my loins. Although I'd never seen her in anything more revealing than a pair of shorts and a tank top, I could easily imagine her shoulder length dark brown hair, draped over the back of a restaurant chair, and her slim, firm legs spread wide to allow the entry of my eager tongue and nimble fingers. I could almost taste her sweet ambrosia and feel her tight peach-shaped bottom in my palms as she threw her pelvis into the air upon her noisy climax. I literally had to shake myself out of the fantasy, so I could continue with my reading.

"June 20, 1996 (Thursday) – What am I going to do? These fantasies of Simon have to stop! Steve is so good to me, and I am deeply in love with him. I can't allow these thoughts to jeopardize my marriage.

"June 22, 1996 (Saturday) – I've been racking my brain since that dream, trying to figure out how to get Simon out of my head. I finally decided that finding him a woman might do the trick, so I invited Heather over to the barbecue today, and planted the seed that Simon is an eligible bachelor. It was just the four of us, so it was pretty obvious to Simon that we'd set him up, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he and Heather really hit it off. Simon helped Steve grill some chicken and some hamburgers, and we all had a wonderful time. I kept my flirting with Simon to a minimum, and made sure to pay lots of attention to Steve. It seemed to pay off, because even though I couldn't get my mind off Simon all day, there were no signs of jealousy from Steve. I got my just rewards, too. After Heather and Simon left, Steve laid into me with a passion I haven't seen from him since we were dating."

*

Chapter 2 – Love at First Sight

The memories of June 22, 1996 flooded into my head, dampening all the wild fantasies I'd previously conjured up involving Beth. I had arrived at Steve and Beth's house a little before noon, and proceeded to assist Steve in setting up the grill. While I stood there, beer in hand, trying not to laugh at Steve as he tried to figure out how to work his new propane barbecue, he warned me about Beth's desire to play Cupid. When I gave him a sour look though, he said, "Don't worry Simon. I've met the girl Beth's invited over. You won't be disappointed." I asked him to elaborate, but he just smiled and told me I'd have to wait until around 12:30.

I was watching the clock rather regularly, probably out of nerves, so as remarkable as it may seem, I remember hearing the doorbell ring at exactly 12:23. Steve and I were still out back trying our best to light the grill, while avoiding the embarrassing side effect of incinerating our eyebrows, so I waited as patiently as possible for Beth to escort their guest through the house and into the backyard. When Beth led Heather through the sliding glass door, onto the back patio, I thought she was some kind of apparition. Her beauty was almost overwhelming. She was petite, probably no more that five feet six inches, with flowing golden hair that tumbled over her shoulders in light waves ending above the small of her back. She had a smile that would brighten a dead man's day, and a sparkle in her cobalt eyes that indicated she hadn't lost her childhood playfulness. She came appropriately prepared for a summer barbecue in blue jean cutoffs and a red tank top with little white flowers printed all over it. The cutoffs made her slim tan legs look longer than they really were, and her tank top was tight enough to display the outline of a lace trimmed bra, which was certainly no larger than a C cup.

It took me a moment longer to come out of my daze than I would have preferred, because before I knew what was happening I was taking Heather's tiny hand in mine and introductions were being made by a beaming Beth. I'm not really sure if I looked as stupid as I felt, but since we ended up getting along during lunch, I try not to dwell on it.

The four of us ended up playing cards for most of the afternoon and into the evening, and we ended up barbecuing some more burgers and chicken for dinner. By the time 8:00PM rolled around I was walking Heather to her car, and making plans to see her the following evening. After I'd gotten her in the car and said goodnight to her, I turned around to say farewell to Beth and Steve, but was stopped by the musical call of my name. I turned around to meet those dazzling blue eyes and cheery smile once again, and listened to her chime, "I rented a movie yesterday that I still haven't had a chance to watch. You wouldn't be interested in coming over tonight to watch it with me, would you?"

"Sure. Hold on a sec, and I'll follow you."

She just continued to smile, and it was hard to tell in the dim amber light cast into the driveway by the street lamps, but I think her adorable freckled cheeks had been tinted crimson with embarrassment. I went inside and bid a quick adieu to Beth and Steve, and within minutes was back in my car following Heather to her apartment. 

Upon allowing me entry into her charmingly modest abode, Heather laughed in a devilish way and remarked, "Now I've got you right where I want you. You're gonna regret agreeing to see this movie before asking what it was."

I played along, giving her the best terror-stricken look I could conjure, and whimpered, "Wha...What are you gonna make me watch?"

She replied, "For years I've been listening to people tell me that I am an uncultured swine because I've never watched Old Yeller. So the other night I finally picked it up, but haven't had enough guts to actually sit down and watch it."

I gave her a strange look and said, "Ooooookay."

"Look. Based on everything I've been told, I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up bawling like a little baby. I really hate crying, but I figured I can justify it if I catch you getting all teary eyed too. You know...the whole 'Misery Loves Company' theory."

"Yeah, I've been told the same thing. Get the tissue out, and let's get this over with," I said with mock indignation.

"You've never seen it either!"

A simple, "Oink. Oink." was my only reply.

Soon we were sitting on the couch, with a respectful distance between us, watching the opening credits. Even with getting along as well as we had that day, the room was still rife with nervous tension. I felt the need to alleviate this sense of awkwardness, so before the first line of dialogue was uttered, I threw my arms around Heather's petite frame and cried out, "Ohhhhhh...the horror! That poor wittle doggy!" and proceeded to mock-sob as realistically as I could. In my throws of pseudo-remorse, I inadvertently rested my head against Heather's heaving bosom, and as a result realized that I could feel a hardened nipple pressing up against my cheek, apparently piercing its way through the fabric of both her bra and shirt. I quickly pulled away with embarrassment, but Heather was in such hysterics that I guess she didn't realize what I'd done, so I rejoined her in laughter once again, and our lunacy lasted long enough that we had to rewind the tape, and start over.

About a half hour into the movie, I became conscious of the fact that Heather was sitting right next to me, grasping my hand in both of hers, and resting them in her lap. As the movie progressed, so did our physical contact. Sometime late in the course of the movie, she had released my hand from her grasp, leaving it resting on her smooth thigh, just close enough to her womanhood to tickle my pinkie finger with the frayed edge of her cutoffs. She curled up next to me, putting one arm around me, while resting her head on my shoulder. I had a difficult time following the story, due to the distraction of such an intoxicating creature in such close proximity. I spent untold minutes just reveling in the texture of the flawless skin on her tanned thigh, which hid seductively underneath my palm. What eventually woke me from my fugue-like state, was the pressure of Heather's soft breasts upon my arm, as she wriggled around, trying to make herself more comfortable. In her fidgeting, she'd also moved her legs, driving my shaky palm up her thigh into previously unknown territory. Whether the results of her movements were intentional, or not, I still do not know, but the heat emanating from her loins warmed my hand in its new resting place, trapped between both her thighs, pushed snugly up against her denim covered mound.




The Diary



I must admit that I'd become momentarily distracted by the movie at the end, and attempted to covertly wipe tears from my eyes. When I turned my head, to ask her if she now felt more culturally well rounded, though, her red-rimmed eyes glimmered, and she dazzled me with another smile. I knew I'd been caught, and although I was expecting some good-natured ribbing, she didn't say a thing. She just squeezed my thigh and rested her head on my shoulder again. 

I have no idea how long we sat there, cuddled up against each other, not speaking a word, but I finally got up enough nerve to reach out with my free hand, gently grasp her chin, and raise her lips to mine. My mouth was greeted with the most tender, succulent, reward of my life. Our eager, yet tender kisses, became slowly more passionate. Soon her tongue was parting my lips, and her hands were exploring my chest. Actually, they weren't exploring, as much as pushing away and down. Before long, I was laying down on the couch, with this voracious Aphrodite lying on top of me, placing soft wet kisses all over my neck, and my suddenly bare chest. Just as I'd discovered that my shirt was unbuttoned, I also realized that my jeans felt a lot less restrictive as well. 

As much as I enjoyed having Heather take control, I was eager to get her on level ground, so as her velvety tongue and moist lips were leaving a damp trail down my chest and over my stomach, I reached down, grabbed the hem of her tank top and gently tugged upward. She stopped what she was doing, long enough to help me remove her tank top, exposing the thin fabric of her burgundy bra. Then she flashed me a seductive smile, and helped me finish removing my shirt. In no time though, she resumed her kissing and licking all over my chest, nipples, and abdomen, her feathery tresses tickling my skin as her lips explored. Once again, I reached down, this time to the back of her bra. In one deft pinch, I unhooked the clasp, and the straps trickled down her arms. Unfortunately, this time instead of rising up and exposing her breasts to my eager eyes, she simply flung the bra across the room, and continued pushing her spongy wet tongue around my bellybutton. At long last, I could feel her dainty fingers pull my engorged penis from its confines, and her hot breath surrounded it like a sheath for a sword. With the first contact of her silky tongue on my swollen cock, I knew I wouldn't last long.

I told her as much, but she didn't seem to care. She massaged my balls with her fingers, while licking up and down my dick, like a schoolgirl savoring a pop sickle. When she engulfed my cock into her sizzling moist embrace, I tried to think of Old Yeller, in hopes that I could extend the pleasure, but I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the sensations I was feeling down below. Although I lasted longer than I expected, I let Heather know with disappointment that I couldn't continue to hold out. She merely let out a satisfied moan, sending a small tremor down my shaft, encompassing my entire groin, and I began shooting all I had deep into her willing throat. 

After swallowing my gift with several quick gulps, Heather reclined on the couch, opposite me, eyes closed, seemingly savoring every sensation she had just felt. I watched in fascination as she licked her lips and opened her eyes. Her bright blue orbs met mine, she blushed a luminous shade of scarlet, and gave me an impish grin. I let my gaze linger over her now exposed breasts, a slightly lighter shade than the tanned skin around them, taking in every nuance of her trim figure and committing them to memory. I gazed at her in awe and said, "That was amazing."

She blushed an even deeper crimson, and giggled, "Anytime."

I can only assume she thought we were done, because when I finished getting undressed, she watched me with confusion. Her puzzlement became undeniable bewilderment as I knelt down in front of her and began unbuttoning her shorts. She cooperated though with a quick lift of her pelvis, allowing me to remove her cutoffs, and revealing her lace panties, which if they hadn't been darkened with her excitement, would have matched her bra. I eased her legs open and began placing light ticklish kisses around her toned calves, and upon the hot flesh of her inner thighs. I took care to lick and kiss her in the same fashion she'd done me, which sent a spattering of goosebumps across her flesh. I kissed up her legs, and across her flat tummy, tracing my tongue over her cute concave bellybutton, and up to her pert breasts. I took time to worship her small ruby nipples, which were only about half an inch in diameter, and then lightly pinched each of them between thumb and forefinger. Then I took each hardened nipple into my mouth and lightly sucked, while tickling them with my tongue. When I glanced up from my efforts, I saw that her eyes where closed. She let out a low moan, so while continuing my activity on her soft breasts, I moved my hands up her supple legs once again, and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her saturated panties. I gave a slight tug, prompting her to lift her ass once more, and I peeled the panties off, uncovering a smoothly shaven pussy. 

I suckled and nibbled on Heather's taut nipples for a few more minutes, eliciting more groans of pleasure, then licked down her ribcage over her navel, and grazed her swollen labia before planting more damp kisses on her inner thighs. Finally, figuring I'd teased her long enough, I licked all around her pussy lips, cleaning her soft pliant folds of her erotic nectar. Then with one hand, I spread her silky lips, and with my other hand I slowly pushed two fingers into her channel while tenderly rubbing her clit with my thumb. She began to squirm and spread her legs even further, so I continued my ministrations, but added some quick flicks of my tongue at her clit. Then she grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and urged me forward. I removed my probing fingers, and with as much pressure as I could manage I firmly licked up her slit with the flat of my tongue, then sucked her clit into my mouth and gently sucked at it while fondling it with the tip. Then her moans became louder, ultimately turning into a kind of panting, until she screamed out, "Yes, don't stop!"

Her pleading replenished my energy reserve and I continued my attentions on her clit with a renewed enthusiasm. Within a few more minutes she was pushing her mound into my face and grabbing the sofa cushions in a death grip. Then she arched her back, let out a cry of pleasure, and her entire body stiffened. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she crawled into a fetal position on the soft couch, and proceeded to giggle softly like a little girl who was just told Santa was coming for a visit. I sat next to her, and lightly caressed her back and when she finally uncurled and looked up into my eyes, I knew that, like me, she'd never cum like that before.

My reciprocation of her oral attentions, had excited me, almost as much as her, so when she tried to rest her head in my lap, she was rewarded with a poke in the ear by my newly erect penis. With a laugh, she commented, "What! Already?" But she turned over and began licking me once again. This time she took her time, and when my cock was pleasantly lubricated with a mixture of her saliva and my pre-cum, she straddled my lap, and guided me into her body. I grabbed her firm ass cheeks, and squeezed as she lowered herself all the way down. Even as wet as she was, she was still a snug fit. When she had gotten comfortable with me being burrowed in her warren, she slowly raised herself back up, then gradually came back down, and repeated this for several minutes. Then she changed to a back and forth motion, slowly rotating my penis inside her body. Apparently after a few more minutes of experimentation, she found a pattern she liked, because she proceeded to speed up her gyrations. The feelings running down my cock and up my spine were getting intense, and then she let out a little whimper, and began to shake all over, so I stabbed upward, lifting her off the couch. She let out another little scream, and collapsed on top of me, wrapping me in a bear hug, and taking another load of my sperm, deep inside her womb this time.

Chapter 3 – Misgivings

I put the diary down, scratched Rufus behind the ears some more, and went to the kitchen for a soda. As I popped open the can of Pepsi, it occurred to me that I had been foolish fantasizing about Beth after reading those diary entries. Beth's written words about not ruining her relationship with Steve rung in my ears as clearly as if she'd spoken them. I realized that although Heather and I had been together for less than a year, she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I couldn't allow my aberrant curiosity endanger our relationship.

I returned the journal to its hiding place, and sat down in front of the boob tube with Rufus for awhile, foolishly thinking that I'd overcome my intense desire, my unnatural need, to find out what additional secrets Beth's diary held. After channel surfing for what seemed like hours, but was probably only 30 to 40 minutes, I'd come to the realization that my yearning to find out what else Beth had written about me, hadn't abated though. In fact, it was only growing stronger the longer I attempted to ignore it. It was becoming apparent that the only way I would get through that weekend without revisiting Beth's personal thoughts again was to keep myself very busy.

I decided to call Heather, because I knew she was more than capable of occupying my time in ways that we would both immensely enjoy. However, I got her answering machine, so after leaving a message, I ended up wandering around the house trying not to think about the diary. I ambled into the computer room and booted up Steve's computer. I logged onto the Internet, goofed around for awhile, by browsing "News of the Weird" stories, and checking my e-mail. Heather had left me a quick e-mail explaining that she had to go into the office that day, but that she'd stop by that night and make up for me having to spend a Saturday alone. Although that bit of information elevated my morale, I knew I still had a least two or three hours of avoiding Beth's diary ahead of me, before she would arrive.

After logging off, I was still bored to tears, and still trying my hardest not to think about the diary, so I opened up Windows Explorer and scanned Steve's hard drive for anything interesting. A folder called "xyz" looked out of the ordinary, so I opened it up. It had 10 jpegs in it with non-descriptive numbers for filenames. I double clicked the first one and stared at the screen in shock and fascination. It was Beth, in the shower, apparently unaware of the photographer. By the angle of the image, I could only assume Steve had stood on the toilet seat and snapped the picture from above the shower door. Beth was facing away from the camera, suds running down her milky skin, snaking towards the crack of her curvy ass. I opened the next image. It was much the same. Only a slight movement of Beth's arms was noticeable. The third, forth, and fifth images were more of Beth's wonderful backside. In the sixth image though, Beth had turned around. Her eyes were closed, her hands were scrubbing at her shampoo covered head, and her full breasts were completely exposed. They were slightly larger than Heather's with dark wine-red areola, which must have been at least an inch and a half in diameter. 

In the seventh and eighth images Beth had rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and lathered up her body. Her nipples were now hidden behind soap bubbles, and her pubic region was still concealed in shadows, but she was a mesmerizing figure, nonetheless. By the ninth image, Steve must have given himself away, because Beth looked directly into the camera with an expression of such alarm, I laughed out loud. The tenth photo was an even more humorous blur of a flying washcloth heading directly toward the photographer.

After gazing longingly at those images for an unknown amount of time, I decided that I needed to have copies for myself, so I zipped duplicates of the files, saved them to some blank disks, and stashed the disks with my belongings. I searched the hard drive for any further goodies, but the only other item I came across was a strip poker game. I thought that might be fun, so I tried to run it, but the oh-so-helpful computer responded with a message stating that it required the CD. I looked all over their home office and couldn't find it anywhere, but discovered that the two-drawer file cabinet sitting to the right of the desk was locked. It seemed a reasonable assumption that the only possible place the CD could be was in that file cabinet. Unfortunately I couldn't just leave it at that.

My train of thought, if you could call it that, was now cruising along at breakneck speed. I logically reasoned that the only way to keep my mind off of Beth's diary was to occupy my time. And of course playing this computer game would certainly occupy my time. Therefore, I had to find the key to the cabinet, so I could play this game, and stay away from the diary. It made perfect sense at the time, although looking back, I must admit that the train had probably derailed on the first bend in the track.

I looked in all the obvious places; the key rack near the back door, Steve's sock drawer, and Beth's jewelry box. I even checked under the desk to see if they'd taped the key within easy reach. Finally, after an hour of searching, I was in the kitchen ready to give up, and glanced at the fridge. I have no idea what made me look, but there was a small wicker basket on top of the refrigerator with what appeared to be junk mail sticking out of it. I pulled the basket down, and heard the telltale jingle of keys coming from underneath the mail. I carefully moved the letters aside, and spied a ring with two dangling keys, which upon examination would evidently unlock the same lock. 

With a faint click of the tumblers, I was able to open the bottom drawer. However, it was with great disappointment that I had only revealed a drawer full of bills and other paperwork, organized very neatly into categories. I closed the bottom drawer, and pulled at the top handle with more apprehension than I thought possible. Inside the drawer, was indeed the strip poker CD, along with four videos, apparently directed towards customers with group sex fantasies. Additionally, the computer game and the video tapes sat atop the summit of a small mountain of Penthouse magazines. Apparently, I'd stumbled across Steve's porn stash.

I figured I'd hit the jackpot, since this treasure trove would surely take much more then a week to examine. At that point I was confident that I could sufficiently distract myself from thinking about Beth's diary during the rest of my stay. I decided to begin by popping the CD into the computer, preparing to play strip poker, when the chime of the doorbell was punctuated by the barking of an agitated German Sheppard. I looked at the clock and was amused to discover it was already 7:00P.M. I'd skipped both lunch and dinner, and that was surely Heather at the door. With the second ring of the doorbell, I turned off the computer, closed the file cabinet and proceeded down the hall toward Rufus' anxious warnings of an unquestionably treacherous trespasser. 

Chapter 4 – Sweet, Sweet Distraction

I opened the door to be greeted by Heather's elegant smile and radiant eyes. Upon his recognition of Beth's best friend, Rufus wagged his tail and welcomed Heather with a cold nose and warm licks upon her kneecaps, totally forgetting about the dangerous intruder. Heather responded by kneeling down and giving him a hearty hug followed by a vigorous belly rub, invoking my reaction, "Jeez, the mutt gets a belly rub, and I don't even get a hello?"

"I'm just saving the best for last," she replied coyly.

Once Rufus was satisfied, Heather came over to me, and enveloped me in a warm embrace. "I missed you, " she mumbled into my shoulder. We parted just enough to present our lips to each other. I divided her lips with my tongue and welcomed hers into my mouth as well. When we finally separated, we looked down at an inquisitive Rufus, tongue lolling, tail wagging, and we both broke out in synchronized laughter. 

"You look great," I observed as I gave her the once over. She was wearing a stylish women's business suit: a light gray skirt that ended about three inches above her knees, and a matching long jacket, which was tailored to accentuate her well-toned body. Underneath the jacket she wore a white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing her gorgeous neckline and the silver locket I'd given her the previous weekend as an early anniversary present. The outfit was completed with a pair of black high heels and nude colored nylons. She looked both professional, and sexy at the same time.

Heather did a quick pirouette, pretending to be a model on a runway, and asked if I liked the show. I once again reminded her she was gorgeous, and told her I couldn't wait for the lingerie show. "Maybe you'll get one, if you take me to dinner," was her impish response.

We had a great dinner at a local romantic spot and throughout the meal Heather teased me under the table with her stocking covered feet, by running her toes up and down my legs and wiggling them around when she reached my growing erection. When we returned to Beth and Steve's house, we let Rufus outside for a much needed bladder release, removed our jackets and shoes, and sat down in the living room for a pleasant evening of peaceful conversation. When she launched into grievances about work, I began massaging her nylon-confined soles, and she reclined on the couch, pushing herself down into the cushions. After awhile her barrage of complaints slowly diminished, and then finally ceased altogether, and she began to truly relax. After several minutes of quiet, she exhaled a heavy sigh and whispered, "Gawd, that feels good." 

I continued the foot massage for quite some time before noticing that I could see up her skirt. The tips of her stockings, and the garters clipped to them, as well as her white satin panties were all within my line of sight. Even after dating for a year, and making love as often as possible, a look up her skirt, or a view down her blouse could still arouse me as easily as the first day we'd met.

She leaned back, trying to get more comfortable, which made her skirt ride up at least another inch. Heather's head rested on the arm of the couch, her long golden hair draped over the side, her eyes closed, taking in the sensations of my steady pressure on the sole of her foot. She was oblivious to my gaze, fixated on her satin-blanketed vagina, and lightly tanned thighs, until her other foot, waiting in my lap for me to finish its twin, felt my growing erection. "You pervert," she called out.

My attention was drawn to her accusing face, and as innocently as I could manage I said, "What?"

"It's not very gentlemanly to look up a lady's skirt, " she scolded.

"I can't argue with that," I countered, "but the way you're lying there isn't exactly very ladylike."

She offered a wicked grin, and pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, spread her thighs and asked, "Is that better?" 

I stared appraisingly at the smooth fabric pulled taut against her crotch, prominently outlining her mound. "Oh yeah, definitely."

As I continued to massage her aching feet, she dropped one of her hands to rest lazily against her panties. I looked into her eyes, saw the sexy mischievous sparkle that never failed to mesmerize me, and knew that her hand wouldn't be resting any longer.

I tore my gaze away from her hypnotic eyes and stared at her panties which now throbbed with the silhouette of energetic fingers. I felt a tremor within the confines of my pants and knew that if I looked down I'd see a bulge attempting to burst through the zipper of my black slacks. I didn't care about that though. I just continued rubbing those soft pliant nylon-covered feet, and watched the outline of Heather's fingers travel in tight circles. I shifted my gaze back to her face and wasn't surprised to see her eyes clenched tight, and her bottom lip being held firmly between her perfect teeth. Then a moan arose in a crescendo from deep within her body, and continued until the moans became barely audible words – "Yes, yes, yes!" – repeated over and over again. Finally the words became louder and more urgent, and eventually developed into cries of passion as her hand moved within her panties in a blur of speed, stretching the fabric well beyond what "Inspector #12" would have recommended. Then her broadcasts stopped. She gasped with a deep intake of air, arched her back and thrust her pelvis towards me. After what seemed like an eternity in that position, she relaxed, and laid back into a comfortable position on the couch.




The Diary



It was the first time I'd ever watched a woman masturbate, and it was amazing. Heather's panties were drenched with her juices, and she'd had such a powerful orgasm that I was hesitant to attempt to do anything until she'd had a chance to recuperate, but my erection was aching for release. So as Heather lay on the sofa, and watched me like a lioness stalking her prey, I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. 

Before I had formulated a plan of my own, Heather beckoned me to her side, and grasped my cock firmly with one hand, pulling me towards her mouth. Soon she was making upward strokes with her warm soft tongue along the shaft of my raging hard-on. After a few minutes of massaging my balls, and licking up and down my rigid staff, she apparently noticed my trembling legs, so without once removing her tongue's heavenly pressure, she knelt on the floor and pushed me onto the sofa. Perhaps not so shockingly, even though I was no longer standing, I still felt rather weak in the knees. 

The next thing I knew Heather's lips were encircling my cock, and her tongue swirled around the tip. I rested my palms on the back of her head, running my fingers through her luxurious blonde hair, and softly telling her how amazing her mouth felt, wrapped around my manhood. By the time my veins felt like they were on fire, I was advising her, in short quick gasps, that an explosion was imminent. She removed her face from my lap long enough to give me her most sultry stare, and say in a husky voice, "Bring it on."

I did. Before she finished her return decent towards my primed cannon, I detonated. Long ropes of sticky cum shot out, splattering across her cheeks and chin. She laughed before she reholstered my still firing gun back into the confines of her warm embrace. My dick flexed a few more times, shooting my cream down her throat, and Heather swallowed it all, then continued to suck on my shrinking weapon.

Chapter 5 – Revealing Words

Heather kept me amply occupied that weekend, and several nights thereafter, celebrating our anniversary, making me forget all about Beth's journal while she was around. The evenings I was forced to spend alone, I was able to distract myself by watching television, flipping through Steve's Penthouse magazines, playing a few games of strip poker on the computer, and even watching one of the porn movies I'd found. As I went to bed the night before their scheduled return, I congratulated myself for avoiding temptation. Saturday morning, however, as I waited for the appropriate time to leave the house, I realized I might have been a bit too hasty in patting myself on the back.

Their flight was supposed to land at 5:00PM, which meant I'd have to leave the house at around 3:00PM to go pick them up. Since Rufus had gotten me up before 7:00AM, for the eighth straight morning, I had plenty of time to retrace my steps and eliminate all traces of my snooping. By 9:00AM, I was eating a late breakfast with the satisfying knowledge that Beth and Steve would never know I'd stumbled onto the photos on their computer, or the collection of naughtiness in the file cabinet, much less Beth's diary. 

Unfortunately, that also gave me six hours of thumb-twiddling to look forward to. Heather had left on a business trip on Friday, and wouldn't be back until the following Tuesday, so I couldn't count on her to keep my mind off Beth's little digest this time. I played with Rufus for awhile, and watched some television, but by my 100th rotation through the cable channels, it was obvious there was nothing to watch. I looked at the mahogany grandfather clock that stood in the corner of their living room. It was only 10:30. Still over four hours to kill, so I found a movie in their video collection and ate lunch while I watched it. 

By the time I found myself sitting on their bed, gazing longingly at the dresser drawer, I still had two and a half hours remaining before I had to leave. After about forty minutes of that, I finally opened the drawer, and looked intently at the panties covering the diary. I removed the journal and sat on the bed, just running my fingers over the gold embossed lettering on the cover. One hour and thirty-two minutes and counting.

I opened the diary to June 23rd, 1996; the day after that fateful barbecue and my first evening with Heather. Beth wrote:

"June 23, 1996 (Sunday) – This morning Heather called to thank me for the introduction to Simon, and I could swear I heard an 'I just got laid' lilt to her voice. She said she and Simon were going out tonight. I have to admit to being rather envious. She may have just gotten what I desire, but can't have. I love Steve with all my heart though, and can't bear the thought of hurting him, so this is for the best.

"Even with coming to that conclusion, something inside me had to know the details of Heather's evening with Simon though. So I convinced her to meet me for lunch and proceeded to interrogate her like a New York cop grilling a murder suspect. I have never asked her for any kind of graphic details regarding a date before, so I know she was taken aback. When I told her that I was just an old married woman who wanted to live vicariously through her, she just laughed and told me that 29 was hardly old, and that she was sure Steve and I had plenty of passionate nights together. Regardless, I kept pressing for information.

"After grinding her down for a while longer, she finally surrendered, and admitted that things got rather heated back at her place. She said that they didn't just have sex. They had toes-curling, skin-burning, hair-raising, out of this world sex. She also said Simon seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how to kiss her, and how to lick her. He made her cum so hard, using just his tongue and fingers, that she thought her goosebumps were going to be a permanent declaration of their night of passion.

"She cut our lunch short, since she wanted to go home to prepare for her date, so regrettably, I couldn't get anymore details out of her. She did promise to call me later to let me know how tonight's date goes though."

After reading that entry, my head grew at least three hat sizes. A compliment feels so much better, when the person offering the praise has no idea it'll get back to you. I continued reading, impatient for more. 

"June 24, 1996 (Monday) – Heather called. She said that she and Simon had another wonderful evening together. After seeing a movie and eating dinner, they went back to her apartment again, and for the second night in row, she had two intense orgasms. She said, even knowing full well that they both had to get up early the next morning, she couldn't hide her disappointment while watching him leave.

"June 26, 1996 (Wednesday) – Steve and I had a romantic evening out last night. I thought I'd done a good job of purging Simon from my thoughts, but when we got home and began getting intimate, I once again, I imagined it was Simon I was making love to. Actually I guess that's not entirely correct. I wasn't imagining love-making, so much as fucking. Wild and crazy fucking. I'm such a wretched, horrible wife.

"June 29, 1996 (Saturday) – Heather and I met to play racquetball. She couldn't stop thanking me for playing matchmaker. She kept telling me how great Simon is. I got so jealous I aimed a few shots at her. I didn't hit her, but I think I messed up her game. Usually she beats me three out of five games, but today I dominated every match.

"June 30, 1996 (Sunday) – Steve caught me masturbating in the shower. Of course he had no idea I was fantasizing about Simon. I just told him to get in and join me. We've never done it in the shower before. It wasn't easy, but it was lot of fun." 

As I turned the pages, my name showed up less and less. It seemed she had finally begun to lose her crush on me. I flipped through several months of mundane entries and more than a few remarks about people who pissed her off. I did find a fascinating entry just a few months before they left for Cancun though.

"April 15, 1997 (Tuesday) - I caught Steve taking pictures of me in the shower, with his digital camera. I should make sure he erases them, like he said he would, but part of me is turned on by the idea of him showing the pictures to someone... especially Simon."

Apparently even though she'd stopped writing about me, she still had some feelings for me. I continued to flip pages, looking for any more interesting entries and came across one a month before I arrived to dog sit. 

 "May 20, 1997 (Tuesday) – I think Steve has a crush on Heather. I've finally realized a correlation between the evenings Steve seems particularly passionate in our lovemaking, and the days Heather comes over for a visit. Looking back, it seems like every time Steve's sexual appetite has been exceptionally insatiable, it's been a day when Heather was visiting. It hurts, but how can I be mad at him, when I'm constantly fantasizing about Simon.

"May 30, 1997 (Friday) – Heather and I met for racquetball. After the game we sat in the sauna to relax. I don't know what impelled me to do it, but I blurted out of nowhere that Steve had a crush on her. She eyed me for a few minutes, obviously not sure how to respond. I helped her out though by telling her that I wasn't jealous because I had a crush on someone myself. 

"After an eternally long silence she responded, 'Simon.' It wasn't a question. I asked her how obvious it was. She replied that it was obvious to her, but Simon and Steve probably had no clue. We both laughed about that. After another long silence I asked her if I'd weirded her out, and whether or not we were still friends. She said she was okay. Then she said she'd just been wondering how open we should be with each other. I told her I would love to hear anything she wanted to reveal, since I didn't want to be the only one feeling exposed.

"I think a huge weight was lifted off of her, as much as me. She confessed to fantasizing about Steve on more than one occasion. We ended up actually sharing a few of our fantasies with each other. When we were leaving I joked with her that if she was as turned on as I was, both our men would be getting lucky tonight."

My heart was in my throat, and a wave of nausea came over me like a giant tsunami engulfing an ill-fated wooden shack unlucky enough to be in its path. This was a turn of events I hadn't foreseen. I had just learned first hand, the genuine reason someone else's diary should remain off limits. I was mortally wounded at the thought of Heather fantasizing about another guy. I was also a little uneasy about both Heather and Beth sharing such intimate details about me. I looked at my watch. It was 2:30PM. Still another half hour before I had to leave. I apprehensively paged past a few more entries until I saw my name again.

"June 8, 1997 (Sunday) – Simon came over to help Steve hang the new vertical blinds, so Heather and I went to lunch to enjoy some girl-talk. Ever since that day in the sauna, we have totally opened up to each other. We have discussed and debated our feelings about Steve and Simon, and have mutually determined that there is nothing wrong with us. We have decided that just because we lust after other guys, it doesn't mean that we love our respective partners any less.

"I wasn't even jealous when she told me about her most recent fantasy involving all of us. She described in detail about a late night poker game that turned into strip poker. By the end of the game we were all naked and I was sitting on Simon's face enjoying his magical tongue, while she sucked his cock, and Steve fucked her doggy style. I think our teenage waiter overheard part of our conversation, because he got all nervous, and spilled Heather's glass of water."

A sudden revelation hit me with an impact not dissimilar to a freight train blasting through a car made of balsa wood. It was just a few weeks ago that Heather had been pressuring me to tell her my fantasies. She kept telling me that no matter how crazy, or lewd they were, she wouldn't be offended. I had been determined not to fall for that, so I made up a fantasy involving her and I making love in a stalled elevator. She seemed to be happy with that, and didn't pressure me any further, so I had subsequently forgotten all about it.

Another epiphany hit. Beth and Heather were right. During the last year, I'd been totally faithful to Heather, but I'd had the occasional fantasy about other women. And after seeing the photos of Beth in the shower, I'd fantasized about her numerous times that week. How could I possibly be hurt and offended by Heather thinking about Steve in the same way I'd been thinking about Beth? It was a nasty double standard, and even though I could reason it out logically, my heart still ached.



Chapter 6 – Homecoming

I watched Beth and Steve walk out of the tunnel leading away from the jumbo jet, wondering if they'd be able to read the guilt written all over my face. They strode hand in hand, smiles as bright as the sun. Their tinted skin was evidence enough that both had spent a great deal of time on the beaches of Cancun. I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw that Beth had somehow convinced Steve to wear a shirt that matched the pattern of her tropical print dress, which was splashed with a rainbow of colors. The sleeveless short dress was covered in flowers in multiple hues, and seemed to flow around her as she walked, like a field of flowers bowing to a slight breeze. They both looked so cheerful, and Beth gave off an aura of confidence that I'd never recalled seeing before. I guess I was seeing her in a new light, or possibly this vacation had done wonders for both of them. 

We greeted each other with hugs, and Beth shocked me with a kiss on the cheek. She'd never done that before. On the long walk to the car, they couldn't stop talking about how wonderful Cancun was, and how they would have to go back again. When we reached the car, I helped Steve load the bags in the trunk while Beth climbed in the back seat. As I took my position behind the wheel, I glanced in the rearview mirror, and was a little disappointed when I noticed that I couldn't see Beth's radiant face. However, my displeasure soon turned to quiet jubilance when I realized that I could clearly see her well-toned legs, and the hemline of her flowery dress. 

During the drive back to their place, I kept looking in the mirror, hoping Beth would unconsciously move her knees apart, or shift in her seat. She must have read my mind, because no more than five miles from the airport, I glanced in the mirror for the hundredth time, and was rewarded with a slight parting of her knees. I still couldn't actually see up her dress, but her tan inner thighs were enough to get me moderately hard. 

Apparently it was enough to distract me too, since I almost jumped out of my seat when Steve inquired about Heather. I thought he'd caught me looking up his wife's dress, but upon asking him to repeat himself, I learned that he was just wondering how things were going with Heather. I of course, responded with an enthusiastic "Great" and tried not to get distracted again as I listened to their further questions and comments about the previous week. Rufus is great; I am great; Heather is unbelievably great; now open your goddamn legs, I thought. Apparently once again reading my mind, Beth's legs parted a little bit more, but to my dismay, she placed her folded hands in her lap.

As the miles rolled by on the odometer, I continued my furtive glances in the rearview mirror. It could have been my imagination, but I became convinced that the hemline to Beth's dress had indeed gradually risen during the drive. Finally, with only a few more miles to the turn-off to their house, Beth leaned forward, presumably to hear Steve better, as he asked about Rufus' behavior while they'd been absent. She'd placed her forearms on the shoulders of the front seats, and the space between her knees widened even further. I made an audible gasp. They both asked me what was wrong, but I brushed it off as an exaggerated yawn. 

Beth wasn't wearing panties. I could clearly see her shaven labia bronzed the same color as her muscular runner's thighs. She had a small patch of dark pubic hair, shaped like a heart, resting directly above her lips, which appeared to be swollen with arousal. As I studied her womanhood, her lips began to split of their own accord, and a glistening moisture was evident around her petal shaped inner lips. It felt like a dream. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. 

Once again, Steve awoke me from my blissful diversion, when he sniggered and remarked, "I realize I've been out of town for awhile, but wasn't that our exit?"

By the time I'd gotten us turned around and headed in the correct direction, Beth was sitting back with her hands in her lap again, and I began to wonder if I'd imagined the whole thing.

When we arrived at their house, I helped Steve bring the bags into their bedroom, and Beth said she needed a shower after all that time on the plane. After she closed the bathroom door, Steve elbowed me in the ribs, and whispered, "I've got something to show ya. Come on." He led me to the computer and booted the machine up. He plugged in his digital camera and we waited for the pictures to download. 

"What's up?" I asked.

"Just wait and see," he responded sounding like a teenage boy about to show his best friend his Dad's secret Playboy collection. The download finished, and he opened his picture viewing software. He clicked on the slideshow function and after quickly scanning through the normal touristy photos he stopped and said, "Now keep in mind, you never saw this. Okay?"

"Okay," I replied wearily.

Up came a picture of Beth on a beach in Cancun. She was wearing a very flattering orange bikini that showed off a generous abundance of cleavage, washboard abs, and flawless legs. The next photo showed Beth bent over fixing her beach towel. I smiled as I studied her thong, which disappeared between her taut ass cheeks. The following ten photos were of Beth posing for the camera in the same Bikini. When the next photo came up Steve glanced behind him, visibly nervous, and he whispered, "This is where it starts getting really good."

I was already amazed. After seeing Beth's collection of panties, I would have expected a much more puritan swimsuit. Then my mouth gaped as a topless Beth sporting a brilliant smile appeared on the screen. Her sunglasses hid the fire that I somehow knew was in her emerald eyes, and her toothy smile revealed that she was indeed having fun sunbathing topless for all to see, and her husband to photograph. Her breasts were as I remembered from the shower photos I'd stumbled across; only they were now nicely tanned, along with the rest of her body. Several more photos, all of Beth without her bikini top, passed in front of my eyes on Steve's high-resolution 17-inch monitor. Then a shot appeared, of a completely nude Beth, covering her crotch with both her hands, giving the camera a naughty grin. When that photo vanished the anticipation of the following photo slowed time to a crawl. The image appeared leisurely, working from the top of the photo down. First Beth's joyful face appeared. Then her magnificent breasts, framed by her arms, pushing them up and together in a classic pinup pose. Finally her torso appeared displaying her adorable little navel, followed closely by a small patch of pubic hair, shaped like a heart. I was impossibly hard once again, keenly anticipating the view of her smooth lips, now knowing that the incident in the car was no hallucination. 

"What are you two looking at?" came Beth's voice from behind us.




The Diary



Steve and I both jumped high enough, the ceiling fan guaranteed we wouldn't need to visit the barber anytime soon. We hastily turned around, putting our backs to the large monitor, attempting to block the screen from Beth's view. Even if she hadn't seen the picture though, our reaction to her unexpected appearance clearly demonstrated how much trouble we were in. And had that not been enough evidence, then surely the thunderous reverberations of my thumping heart would have done it. She shot us with a suspicious look and repeated her inquiry, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, just showing Simon some pictures of those Mayan ruins," Steve lied in vain.

"Oh, let me see," Beth replied, clearly not believing her husband.

When she pushed between us, a sharp yelp was followed by the click of the monitor's power button, and an exasperated, "Steve! You promised you wouldn't show those to anyone!"

Before Steve could respond, Beth thanked me for watching over Rufus, and told me it would be best if I'd headed home now. I said a polite goodbye, mouthed a "good luck" to Steve, and made a hasty retreat.

That evening Heather called me from her hotel, and we engaged in some rather explicit phone sex, but it wasn't Heather I was fantasizing about. Images of Beth's round breasts, lean legs, curvy ass, and that adorable heart-shaped patch of hair above those inflamed lips were burned into my retinas. After I hung up the phone, I realized, Beth and I were more alike than I'd have ever thought. We had both ended up being totally enraptured by someone we couldn't have, while doing our best not to hurt the people we were deeply in love with.

Chapter 7 – Diary Revisited

The following couple of weeks things seemed like they were back to normal. Steve had no noticeable bruises or scars, and still appeared to be happily married, although we were so busy at work, that I hadn't had the opportunity to ask him about the consequences of Beth's ire. Heather had returned from her trip and unbeknownst to her, helped me put that week behind me. Admittedly, I still frequently looked at the digital images of Beth in the shower, and I still dabbled in occasional fantasies in which Beth took the pivotal role. I kept telling myself, however, that I'd better not allow myself to forget just how amazing Heather was.

Sometime during the second week of July, Steve asked me if Heather and I wanted to come over for a barbecue on the following Saturday. After checking with Heather, I told him we'd be there by 11:00AM. Heather had stayed the night at my place, so we showered together, which led to a little romance, which in turn made us late. We arrived by 11:30 though, and in order to prevent my man-card from being revoked, I immediately began helping Steve with the grilling. As soon as the girls were out of earshot, I quietly asked him how he managed to survive Beth's wrath over the photos, and he responded with a sly smile, "Let's just say, she wasn't nearly as upset as she appeared." 

When Beth and Heather came outside and began setting up the picnic table, I excused myself to use the bathroom, and found myself involuntarily being pulled toward the master bedroom. After confirming that I was alone, I quickly and cautiously opened the dresser drawer, and was surprised to find no cotton panties. The drawer was filled with matching bra and panty sets of satin, lace, and silk. I had a fleeting thought that somehow my entire memory of snooping through their house, and finding Beth's diary had been a dream, but beneath a new unopened package of thongs, I found my objective. After retrieving the diary, and closing the dresser drawer, I ducked into the bathroom where I could read it undisturbed.

The day they returned, the pages were filled with Beth's thoughts regarding sights they'd seen and adventures they'd had. I knew I didn't have much time to read, so I scanned the pages looking for my name.

"June 28, 1997 (Saturday) - ...The day we arrived in Cancun, I cornered Steve in the hotel room, and told him we had to get some issues out in the open before we could start having fun. I told him that one of the reasons I wanted to go on this vacation, was because I wanted to rediscover my sexuality. He was noticeably befuddled. I tried to explain that I no longer felt like I was a sexy and desirable woman, and that I wanted to feel that way again. He became a little agitated, because I think he thought I was blaming him for the way I felt. It took a while to calm him down, and then explain that at some point in our marriage, I'd stopped trying to look sexy, and I didn't realize it, but he'd stopped looking at me with those hungry eyes, like he did when we were dating. I told him I wanted to know what it would feel like to have men look at me like they yearned for me. And most of all, I wanted to see that hunger in my husbands eyes again.

"He is such a sweetheart. He said,'But Honey, that's exactly how men do look at you!' He also apologized for not making it clear that he still looked at me like that. I told him, it wasn't all his fault. I accepted part of the blame for not trying to look sexy anymore. And explained that this is exactly why I selected my vacation wardrobe.

I chuckled to myself when I considered Steve's statement. He was right. Beth does turn heads when she enters a room. So does Heather for that matter. It made me wonder if Heather was as oblivious of her affect on men, as Beth was. I continued on.

"...When I showed him the bikinis I bought specifically for this trip, he was alarmed, and kept telling me they were too skimpy. Then I told him that I wanted to try going to a nude beach, and he became visibly distressed. And when I told him that I would let him shave me like he's always wanted, he asked me what I'd done with his real wife. Finally, I also let him know that I hadn't packed any panties. At first he thought I had changed the subject, and was telling him that we needed to go buy some, and I could tell he was trying really hard not to get angry with me for forgetting something as obvious as my underwear. Watching him puzzle it out was priceless. So was the big smile that was plastered to his face when he figured out that I was telling him I'd be 'going commando' all week. Why that is such a turn-on to guys, I'll never understand, but he was slowly coming around to my way of thinking, and said he would do whatever I wanted, if it would make me feel better about myself. God I love him.

"...Lastly, but most importantly, we got around to the other topic I felt compelled to discuss. I told him that I knew he had a crush on Heather, and I admitted to having similar feelings toward Simon. He was uncomfortable at first, but the more we talked, the more he opened up. He said he was surprised he wasn't jealous. In fact, he admitted to being a little turned on at the idea of partner swapping.

"...I haven't told him that Heather has admitted to fantasizing about him. I don't know if I even will, since it'd probably just go to his head.

"...So we spent our first day in Cancun, holed up in our honeymoon suite. Steve shaved my bush into the shape of a cute little heart, and I must admit, I regret not letting him do it years ago. It feels so sexy, and kind of naughty. Then we spent the rest of the day in bed, talking and making love.

"...We used Steve's partner swapping fantasy to play off of all week, fucking like rabbits. I was worried at first that I'd be hurt, knowing he was thinking about Heather while having sex with me. But it wasn't long before I realized that when he was thinking of Heather, and I was thinking of Simon, we were FUCKING. But when we were MAKING LOVE, there was no fantasy images of other partners. Both experiences were, and are, quite wonderful."

Beth's lengthy entry went into further details about her experiences wearing her micro bikinis, and eventually going to the nude beach. As much as I wanted to keep reading about her aspiration to become an exhibitionist, I knew I didn't have enough time to read every page, so I skipped ahead. 

"...I wanted to make sure that when we got back home we didn't fall back into our normal routine and our customary inhibitions, so a little while into our flight home, when Steve put his hand on my thigh, I shifted positions as subtly as possible, forcing his hand up under my short dress. When his fingers made contact with my bare pussy, he looked at me with the funniest expression. It was as if he'd forgotten that I still wasn't wearing panties. He looked like he'd just opened up the candy bar with the golden ticket, and knew he was on his way to the chocolate factory. He started by sliding his middle finger up and down my slit, and rubbing me gently, getting me nice and moist. Then while he covertly massaged my clit, I fantasized that Simon's fingers were doing the exploring. It was exceedingly difficult to muffle my reactions to Steve's lively fingers, and we had to do some emergency clean-up with some napkins, but I think I managed to reach my climax without letting everyone on the plane know. I still can't believe I did that. What's come over me?

"...When we came out of the gate and saw Simon waiting for us I decided I wasn't done being an extrovert. I actually greeted him with a peck on the cheek. Another first. It sent a jolt of electricity through one set of lips, straight to the other. On the ride home, Steve rode up front with Simon, so I had the backseat all to myself, and I kept seeing Simon's eyes in the rearview mirror. I started to imagine that he was looking at me, admiring my body. As I got into the fantasy I pulled my dress up a little higher, and spread my legs just a little bit, wondering if Simon could see up my dress. 

"We weren't too far from the house when Steve said something that I couldn't hear, so I pushed myself forward a little and leaned on the shoulders of the front seats. Simon made a noise that sounded like air escaping from a life raft. I looked down, and noticed that my pussy was on full display. Simon claimed he was just tired, and said it was a yawn, but he seemed really nervous, and even missed our turn-off, so I'm pretty sure he saw it. It's kind of ironic. There I was fantasizing about showing my pussy to Simon, and then he sees it by accident. It was embarrassing, but...oh my gawd...such a turn on, too. 

"...I was so horny when we got home that the first thing I did was take a shower. It was the best way I could think of to get some time alone, without raising any suspicions. I had to cum. I fantasized about Steve and Simon both joining me in the shower while I masturbated. The image I'd conjured of Simon pounding me from behind, while I sucked on Steve's cock was so vivid, I had to bite down on a washcloth to stifle my screams. 

"...When I caught Steve showing Simon the pictures of me on the beach I was furious...for all of a split second, anyway. After yelling at Steve about showing Simon those pictures, I had to swallow a lot of crow when I admitted to him that I was actually turned on by it. I asked him what Simon thought, but apparently he hadn't been very vocal during the photo presentation, so Steve couldn't give me any details. He did say that he could tell by the look in Simon's eyes that he liked what he saw. Based on the bulge I saw in Simon's pants, I'd have to agree.

"July 3, 1997 (Thursday) – Heather and I enjoyed another round of racquetball and finished up our day with a long talk in the sauna. I told her everything about Cancun. She seemed particularly interested when I told her Steve really liked it when I blindfolded him and pretended to be her. By the time we were going home to our respective men, I joked about switching partners for the evening. She thought I was serious, and said that she'd have to think about it..."

I glanced at my watch and realized that I'd been away from the others for almost fifteen minutes. I knew if I was gone much longer, Heather would come looking for me. There were several entries leading up to that day, which I still desperately wanted to read, but I knew I didn't have time, so I settled for reading the latest entry, apparently written that morning. 

"July 12, 1997 (Saturday) – Well it's time to see whether Heather and I have enough guts to go through with the plan. I bought some poker chips specifically for this occasion, and Heather taught me everything she knew about poker, which surprisingly, was quite a lot. The most difficult thing to grasp during my lessons wasn't learning enough about poker to win, but learning enough to intentionally lose without making it obvious." 

Chapter 8 – The Plan

All during lunch, and even while Heather and I helped Beth and Steve clean up, I kept wondering what that last diary entry meant. Why would Heather and Beth want to intentionally lose at poker? And what was "the plan?" I tried not to think about it, and kept telling myself that I was allowing my imagination to run wild.

After we finished cleaning up and Steve put Rufus outside with a large bowl of scraps, Beth guided us all to the dining room, where it was apparent that "the plan" was underway. On the clear glass surface of the table, sat some wine for the ladies, some beer for Steve and I, a deck of cards, and a rack of red, white, and blue poker chips. The wine, the beer, and the deck of cards, in and of themselves, were not out of the ordinary, as we frequently played Hearts, and imbibed while we were at it. However, as a foursome, we had never played any game that required chips, so this addition should have been as much a surprise to Steve and Heather, as it would have been to me, had I not read Beth's diary.

Just as I'd suspected though, Heather showed no noticeable reaction, one way or the other to the poker supplies.

Steve, on the other hand, looked puzzled and inquired, "Since when do we use poker chips in Hearts?"

I gradually remembered that I wasn't supposed to know what was going on either, so I chimed, "Are we learning a new game today?" and hoped the recovery seemed genuine.

We all sat down, Heather to my left, Steve to my right, and Beth across from me. Beth pushed a handful of various chips across the table to each of us, and said, "I just thought a change of games might be fun. I was getting a little tired of Hearts." Then she proceeded to deal the cards for five card draw, and described how many "points" each color chip would be worth.

Steve sat befuddled during her entire discourse, and as he absently picked up his cards, he asked, "Since when do you know how to play poker?"

With a sultry stare, Beth replied, "Sweety, you've only just begun to realize my many talents." Steve's expression to that comment, a mix between curiosity and terror, made me burst out with an unbecoming guffaw, but Beth just smiled innocently.

Several hands were played, and Heather and Beth were losing miserably, but seemed quite pleased with themselves nonetheless. The words in Beth's diary burned like fire in my mind: "The most difficult thing to grasp during my lessons wasn't learning enough about poker to win, but learning enough to intentionally lose without making it obvious." 

It was my turn to call, and as I stared at my two jacks and two kings, I was sure I had this hand all wrapped up, so...I folded. I studied Heather carefully as she realized she'd won the hand, and an unmistakable look of annoyance briefly scarred her lovely features, before she recovered and shouted, "Oh, goody. I won." That was confirmation enough for me that both girls were intentionally losing. However, it didn't explain why. It was clear that the only way to see what they were up to was to go along with them, so I began to play more earnestly.

Thus after several hands, and several refills of the drinks, Steve and I had won most of the chips. Beth finally ran out of chips, and I had a feeling I was about to find out what the girls were up to. I have to admit though, even with the foresight granted by the diary, I was still taken aback.

It began with Beth's heavy sigh, followed by her best pout as she said, "Well, I guess I'm out. Unless one of you will give me some chips."

As any loving husband would, Steve began to move some of his chips over to Beth, but Heather stopped him, declaring, "It's not really fair for someone to just give you more chips for nothing in return."

"What'd you have in mind?" Beth asked carefully.

"I don't know. Guys? Can you think of some way for Beth to earn those chips?

Steve piped up with a shit-eating grin, "How 'bout a blowjob?"

In the past, Steve has made equally crude and improper comments, so this was certainly no surprise to me, and probably even anticipated by Beth. The significant departure from the norm, was the lack of a reprimand, which was usually at the very least a sharp look from Beth, but more frequently took on a physical form, such as a swift kick to the shin. Much to Steve's obvious surprise though, Beth said, "Not during the game Sweety. But I might be willing to maybe,...uh...remove my blouse...for the right price."

Steve's jaw hit the glass tabletop with what I thought was a noticeable clink, but Heather must not have heard it, since she just continued the conversation as if it was a day to day event by replying, "How about 100 points?" Beth nodded agreement, and began to unbutton her top. Heather proceeded to seize the appropriate number of poker chips out of Steve's pile and placed them in front of Beth. Steve just stared at Beth in utter disbelief, not saying a word.

Even with the advance warning provided by the diary, I'm sure I looked just as stunned as Steve, when Beth's blouse hit the floor, and she pushed her chest out, proudly revealing her lacey pink bra, confirming my discovery that her taste in lingerie had definitely changed. 

Steve was obviously pre-occupied, wondering if his wife had lost her mind, because he stopped his usual banter, and kept looking over at Beth, shaking his head in confusion. His attention to the game had also clearly diminished as he began to lose several hands. Fortunately for me, Beth and Heather were apparently continuing with their agenda, whatever it was, so they continued to lose as well. It was soon time for Heather to decide if she was going to follow Beth's lead. As she put her last chips in the pot, and needed an additional 20 points to call, she asked me if her top was worth the same as Beth's.

Steve immediately perked up and answered rather emphatically that it was indeed, without a doubt, certainly worth 100 points, and even began removing the proper chips from my pot before I could utter even one word. Beth quietly giggled at Steve's newfound interest in the game, and I gave Heather a look that clearly conveyed "Are you sure?," which she returned with a uneasy smile. As soon as Steve pushed the small stack of chips in front of her, Heather slowly pulled her tank-top over her head revealing her black satin bra.

I couldn't believe what was happening. How far the girls were intending to go, I couldn't fathom. Were they simply turning this into a game of strip poker, or did they have something else in mind? They couldn't possibly be aiming for an evening of partner swapping, could they? I was having an immensely difficult time just trying to determine if I was even interested in participating in such wild and wicked debauchery. Certainly, I would have loved to fuck Beth every which way I could, but I just didn't think I could handle Heather giving herself to Steve. 

Through my tumultuous thoughts, the game continued much the same way it had started. Each time one of the girls ran out of chips, Steve or I would offer a small portion of our amassed fortunes, and they would remove an article of clothing. After a few hours, and many refills of liquid courage, Beth's chips had diminished once again, and she was offering to sell her bra for 400 points. Steve and I each chipped in enough chips to split the purchase, and we gazed at Beth as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Everything seemed to proceed in slow motion as the straps tumbled over her shoulders, and the cups fell away from her breasts. 




The Diary



As her bra hit the floor, Beth let loose a chorus of nervous laughter, and a crimson wave splashed across her cheeks, neck and chest. The photos I'd seen of Beth in the shower, and on the beach, didn't do her justice. Her tanned fleshy globes would undoubtedly have overflowed ever so slightly if I'd grasped them with my hands. Her nipples were a burgundy color, about the diameter of silver dollars, and her chest was decorated with a spattering of freckles.

Watching the tiny tremors travel across her pendulous breasts as she attempted to stifle her nervous laughter was unbelievably erotic. I hadn't realized that I'd been gawking like a crazed adolescent, until Heather pushed my chin upward, closing my gaping maw, and wryly commenting, "Careful Hon'. Don't wanna get drool all over the cards."

It wasn't long after Beth's show, that it was Heather's turn. Steve and I pushed a small pile of chips in front of Heather, and gazed longingly as she unclasped her bra from the front. Her perfect tits came into view, and I viewed them with renewed awe, while Steve stared at them like a little boy seeing a toy he's always wanted, finally within reach. Heather's tiny nipples were stiff points, prompting Beth to declare that they looked hard enough to cut the tabletop. Heather just blushed and took her chips.

The game progressed, with Beth and Heather losing chips at break-neck speed, and soon it was time for Heather to give up her black thong panties. To be honest, I really thought she would halt the game, then and there. Even as she stood up, and hooked her thumbs into the waste band, I still thought she would change her mind. But the next thing I knew she was hastily pushing her panties down her legs, exposing her clean shaven pussy for all to see. She was noticeably nervous, as she promptly returned to her seat, and crossed her legs tightly. She couldn't conceal the obvious indications of her arousal though. Her petals had begun to bloom, displaying the moisture of her arousal, and her nipples were like steel nails. Adding these signs to the palpable aroma of her natural perfume made it clear, just how turned on she was.

I glanced over at Steve, and he smiled at me with apparent envy. Then I saw him reach down and adjust himself, and I realized that I needed to do the same. I'd been rock hard since Beth removed her first piece of clothing, but I was coming to the realization that watching Heather expose herself to my best friend was somehow just as arousing as watching Beth expose herself to me.

The next hand, Beth was in need of an infusion of chips, so she stood up, turned her backside to us, and with straight legs, bent at the waist. Then she slowly peeled her pink lace panties over her hips and down her legs. Her flawless ass was as tan as the rest of her, and her pussy lips were peaking out form behind her thighs. She stood back up, and slowly pirouetted, showing off her neatly trimmed bush and glistening lips.

The game finally ended when the ladies ran out of chips a final time. I was definitely disappointed while I watched the girls get dressed, but my aching erection needed some relief, so I was eager to get some time alone with Heather.

On the ride back to her place, she asked if I was okay with everything that happened. She'd said that the wine had made her a little crazy and that she couldn't believe what she'd done. I didn't know what to think. I knew she was lying, or at the very least leaving out some extremely important parts of the truth, but I couldn't tell her I'd read Beth's diary, so I couldn't exactly call her on it. Besides, I was immensely turned on by the whole affair.

As soon as we entered her apartment, I bent her over the back of the couch, yanked her shorts down to her ankles, and pushed her moist thong off to the side. My cock slid into her wet folds like she was made of butter. Even as slick as she was, taking her from behind, with her legs shackled close together by her shorts, she was extremely tight. I reveled in the feel of her soft skin wrapped around my stiff manhood. Thankfully, she was as turned on as I was. I didn't drive into her more than three times before she was quivering with a powerful orgasm, and as I'd expected, after jack hammering in and out, only five or six more times, her body sucked my semen right out of me. We both collapsed onto the couch, spent as if we'd been making love for hours. 

Chapter 9 – Prying Eyes Strike Again

After that weekend, we went to Beth and Steve's house every Saturday, but we no longer played Hearts. It was always strip poker. Although the girls never lost quite as spectacularly as that first time, it was still several weeks before Steve and I had begun to lose any significant amounts of clothing. It was apparent that they were no longer trying to lose as quickly as that first game. And each Saturday, they played just a little bit better. In fact, on the most recent occasion, they had Steve down to his boxers, and I was only a few chips away from losing my jeans, before they yet again, lost it all. 

I knew Steve and I were being conned. I would like to think I would have known, even if I hadn't read Beth's diary. But after every game, Heather and I would head straight to her apartment and rip each other's clothes off in reckless passion, so I wasn't sure I cared. 

During that time span I kept trying to get another look at Beth's diary, but couldn't find the opportunity until Saturday September 6th, 1997. Beth, Steve, and Heather were all outside bantering while the burgers burned on the grill. Once again, I excused myself to the bathroom. And once again, I found myself sitting on the throne, raiding Beth's private memoirs.

The first entry I had to find was the one after that first poker game. I had to know the extent of this so-called plan:

"July 13, 1997 (Sunday) – The plan started without a hitch yesterday. Before Steve and Simon knew what was happening Heather and I were dropping our clothes on the floor. The funniest thing about the whole situation is, I bet they think they're these really great poker players and that we never stood a chance against them. I can't wait until we turn the tables on them, but Heather keeps reminding me that we need to take it slow. She keeps telling me that if we start winning too quickly they'll know they're being manipulated. I know she's right, but I just can't wait to show Steve's cock to Heather, and of course to see Simon's cock myself. 

"After Heather and Simon left, Steve practically raped me. Before the door was even closed, he was pushing me on the floor. The next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees and Steve's throbbing meat was deep inside me. We were so worked up, we were a useless pile of flesh and bones on the living room floor in no time. If Steve's response is the same after the next game, I'll have to consider this plan a success, even if I never get to see Simon naked."

I found it intriguing that Steve and I both literally manhandled our women in almost exactly the same way after that first poker game. I skimmed the diary, skipping ahead a bit, to see if I could find some leads as to what the desired outcome of "the plan" really was. There were entries after each of our games detailing Beth's sexcapades with Steve, but I couldn't find any additional information regarding the ladies' agenda, so I just flipped to the latest entry. Apparently it had been written just the previous night.

"September 5, 1997 (Friday) – I just got off the phone with Heather, and we've decided that tomorrow is the day to take things to the next level. First we have to beat Steve and Simon badly enough at poker that they're both naked before us. When one of them runs out of chips, they'll both assume it's time to end the game, since that's what we've done every time Heather and I have been in that position. They're in for a huge surprise though. I'm really looking forward to making Steve eat my pussy in front of Heather and Simon, and I can't wait to watch Simon's tongue dance all over Heather's clit. Best of all, if everything goes according to plan, Simon should be sampling my syrup next weekend. Just thinking about the possibilities has my juices flowing already."

 Chapter 10 – The Bluff

By the time Rufus was outside gnawing on a bone, and the four of us were sitting at the familiar glass table with cards in hand, my thoughts had developed into hundreds of little rubber super balls, bouncing off the interior of my skull in rapidly increasing numbers.

The idea of pleasuring Heather in front of an audience was somehow arousing, and the thought of actually being able to watch Beth in the throws of an orgasm was equally erotic. However, my ego was having a difficult time with letting the girls manipulate us into doing their bidding. 

My feelings on the subject were quickly becoming irrelevant though, as the ladies ended up having some remarkably good fortune, and Steve and I were losing our clothes much faster than I'd anticipated. As the game progressed, I began to wonder if part of their master plan involved cheating. Then Steve had an incredible stroke of luck, and ended up with a Royal Flush. I was glad I'd folded early that round, because he was able to milk both ladies dry, and by the time that hand ended, he had obtained a huge stack of chips, and Heather and Beth had to buy some back from him by removing their tops.

My run of bad cards was seeing no end in sight, and it was clear that my fate rested in Steve's hands. I watched him with admiration as I folded hand after hand, and Steve continued his winning streak by beating the girls nine or ten consecutive rounds. Finally, after two very long hours and much to their chagrin, both ladies were naked, Steve was still wearing enough to maintain his dignity, and I was down to my boxers.

As Steve dealt the next hand, I watched Beth and Heather with a great deal of interest. Both of them seemed to be taking this game much more seriously then any we'd played in the past, and neither of them seemed to be having any fun. Then I realized that I wasn't having any fun either. They were both so caught up in manipulating their men, and I was so intent on avoiding their control, that we had totally forgotten to enjoy ourselves. Steve on the other hand was having a great time. Of course, that could simply have been due to the huge stack of chips piled in front of him, and the distinct lack of clothing on his opponents.

After snapping out of my reverie, I once again looked down at a terrible hand, but I was getting really tired of folding, so against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and play it. The bets continued around the table, and it was soon time to see how many cards everyone wanted. Heather and Beth took three cards apiece, Steve took two, and I decided it was time to see if I was any good at bluffing, so I took just one card. As I placed the newly dealt card in my hand, I was surprised to find I had a pair. It was only a couple of eights, but it was the best hand I'd had all day, so I decided to continue the charade, and I bet enough chips to make Heather and Beth look at me with suspicion. Upon careful consideration, Heather eventually called, and Beth raised. Steve ended up raising her bet by half, and I was flooded with disappointment since I no longer had the chips to continue my bluff. To make matters worse, neither of the ladies had many chips left either, so much to my embarrassment, I had to ask Steve if he'd buy my boxer shorts. 

Everyone seemed to find my request quite humorous, but after some good natured ribbing, Steve passed me the chips, so I stood up and slowly removed my boxers with nervous resolution. I watched Beth's eyes as they followed the descent of my boxers, and then hungrily returned to my crotch. She absently licked her lips and smiled as she gazed upon my semi-erect manhood, apparently unable to tear her sparkling orbs away. As I sat down, I glanced at Heather who was finally smiling. Then incredibly, she casually reached under the table, grasped my cock in her soft hand, and with a squeeze said, "Well, it's about time. Beth and I were getting tired of being the only naked ones around here." 

Beth followed that up with a cheerful, "Here, here!" and it was evident that both of them were now having much more fun.

With my newfound riches, I was able to raise the bet even more, which I had hoped would prompt everyone to fold. Apparently, I'm a terrible liar, since both ladies raised again. Steve, however, tossed his cards aside, content to watch the continuing match, and I pushed the remainder of my chips to the center of the table with regretful trepidation, feeling like I had no choice but to call. 

An apprehensive sigh escaped Heather's lips and she looked thoroughly miserable as she placed her cards on the table, showing everyone a simple pair of threes. "I thought I'd try bluffing," she explained meekly, then continued, "Oh well, you win some, you lose some."

A sardonic snort erupted from the other end of the table, and Beth blurted out, "That's not a bluff, THIS is a bluff!" We all watched with curiosity as she placed her cards on the table, one at a time. Finally, she laid her last card down, and everyone joined in the hilarity, as she showed that her wild betting was based on nothing better than an Ace high. When she finally calmed down she said, "I'd better go get us some more drinks."

When I proudly displayed my pair of eights, Steve's eyes bulged out and he growled, "Oh my gawd! I can't believe all three of you were lying your asses off. I was sitting here with three tens, and I threw them away."

Beth returned with the drinks, as I stacked my chips in orderly piles, and I watched her and Heather exchange a couple of glances, evidently communicating with just their eyes. I could only guess that they were agreeing that with the stacks of chips that Steve and I had in front of us, in comparison with the quantity of chips that they each had, it was clear that their plan would have to be modified. Then I saw Heather give Beth an almost imperceptible nod, and Beth smiled. 

Chapter 11 – Change in Plans

When I finished dealing the next round of cards, and everyone had anteed up, I continued to watch both ladies wondering what they'd agreed upon.

Taking my eyes away from Heather and Beth for just a moment, I noticed that the five cards I held at that moment were right on par with every hand I'd been dealt that day. As Heather, Beth, and Steve placed their bets, I was wondering if another bluff would be too obvious. I studied the limited quantity of chips in front of both girls, and my curiosity at what they'd do when they ran out of chips got the better of me, so with grim determination I raised the bet. All three of them, confident that I was bluffing again, called. 

Heather took one card, Beth took three, and Steve took two. I decided to keep what I had. Heather and Beth both looked at me with puzzled expressions, probably trying to determine just how bold I was, and Steve just chuckled.

Heather, Beth, and Steve placed their bets, and after covertly determining how many chips each of the ladies had, I raised the pot to just above what both of them could cover. They both stared at me incredulously, and Heather declared, "I know you're bluffing."

I replied, "Well, it'll cost you to find out!"

Beth cried out, "You know we don't have enough chips to cover that."

"Then I guess this game is over, unless you both think you have something worth selling," I replied smugly, wondering if that was exactly what they were waiting for.

Beth smiled lovingly at Steve, reached under the table and began caressing the bulge in his jeans. Meanwhile, Heather gave me her most seductive look, and began running a hand up and down my naked thigh. Then Heather declared, "Okay. I'll give you a blowjob right here, right now, if you give me 1,000 points worth of chips." Beth continued to rub Steve's crotch, and agreed to the same for him.

Steve immediately began pushing chips toward Beth, not even taking the time to count them first, but I halted him, "Wait a minute Steve."

He looked at me dumbfounded, wondering why on earth I would prevent him from receiving his wife's greatest gift, so I looked at Heather and said, "Well, no offense Hon, but I can get a blowjob from you pretty much anytime I want, so it somehow just doesn't seem to justify that many points."

Heather looked crestfallen at first, then retorted with obvious irritation, "Well, we'll just see about that!"

"Now wait a minute," I said, trying to calm her down, "I'm just trying to make the game a little more exciting. It would be no different if our roles were reversed. I mean, hey, I've never hesitated going down on you. Have I?"

She blushed, looking a little sheepish, and said, "No. I guess not."

"Well then, hear me out," and I paused to take a drink, trying to get up enough nerve to complete my proposal. I continued, "If Steve will permit me to speak for him for just a moment," and he gave me a pained expression that told me not to ruin this for him, "I think Steve and I would be more than willing to pay out the requested amount of chips for blowjobs, but seeing as how this is a game of chance, the consequences and rewards should be a little more, um...shall we say...intense."

I had everyone's undivided attention now, and was telling myself just to spit it out, but I was having a difficult time. Even though I was confident that Beth and Heather had been gradually moving us all in this direction, I wasn't sure how they'd react to it coming from me, instead of them, especially ahead of their schedule. Additionally, I really had no way of knowing how Steve would respond. After another lengthy pause, and another swallow of beer I finally finished, "I think we should just change things up a bit. Steve can give Heather his chips and I can give mine to Beth."

Beth had been taking a drink of wine at that very moment, and suddenly began coughing, spraying wine across the table, while Heather stared at me in openmouthed wonderment, and Steve's smile was quickly replaced with a frown. Suddenly my translation of Beth's journal entries seemed exaggerated. I felt the burn of embarrassment enveloping my face, and I tried to spit out a retraction as quickly as I could. Before I could get even one word out though, Heather crawled under the table.  

When the deafening "zip" of Steve's jeans echoed in my ears, I almost screamed out, "NO! I take it all back!" Then I looked down, through the hundreds of tiny droplets of wine, still marring the clear surface, and was mesmerized as I observed Heather pull out Steve's engorged dick. Jealousy took hold of my heart and squeezed with the pressure of a large vice when Heather began licking up and down the shaft. She seemed to be reveling in the feeling of his hardness against her soft tongue. I tore my eyes away from Heather and stared at Steve. My emotions were all over the place. I hated him with every fiber of my being for defiling my girlfriend. But I also felt prideful. There was a part of me thinking, That's right Heather. Show him how good you are. 

Steve began clawing at the arms of his chair, obviously enjoying Heather's talents, and I looked down again, watching my girlfriend lick all around the sensitive underside of my best friend's cockhead, and caress his balls with her soft hands. Then I looked over at Beth, and the pressure I felt in my chest lessened considerably. Beth was watching me, with a smile bright enough to light a city, and without realizing it at first, I'd replied with an idiotic grin of my own. Neither of us said a word. We just beamed like kids sharing in the experience of their first taste of hot out of the oven, chocolate chip cookies.




The Diary



Copyright 2008

My name is Jessie and I am going to share with you my most intimate secrets by letting you read me diary. This would be the thing that most girls share with their best girlfriend, but I don't have anyone close. I'm a freshman at a regional State University. I have lived with my Grandmother for the last five years, both of my parents dying suddenly but that's something I don't want to talk about. I share a room with two other girls on campus now, but my Grandmother lives not far from the University so I see her often.

I've never had a boyfriend before. I'm extremely shy, the type that would pass you by and you wouldn't even see me. I have brown hair, what I consider mousy brown, hanging a bit below my collar. My eyes are hazel, my skin fair. And my body is something that boys don't gawk at, even if they could see it. I dress very conservatively. I'm an excellent student, learning comes easy to me so I devote all of my time and energies to school. That is where I met Steven. He's a freshman also, living on the nearby Army base. We had one class together at the beginning of school and were thrown together as lab partners. He's as smart as I am so we hit if off immediately. We've been study partners since that time, almost a year now. That's all I have to say, the rest is in my diary.

Saturday, February 2

Yippeee! I think I have a boyfriend. Now I know you are wondering how come I don't know for sure. Steven. My boyfriend. I wanted to see it in words. We have been close ever since September. It has always been studying, but we now eat together almost all the time. And we even went to a couple of movies on campus. We had been studying almost all afternoon at the library. Steven finally suggested that we go get a pizza on campus, my stomach growling finally signally that I needed food. We were walking through the park, taking the short cut when I felt it. It was his hand. It touched mine. I looked over at him, but he was staring straight ahead, even though he was talking to me. I felt his fingers touching mine and then suddenly he was holding my hand. His hand was damp, as well as mine, but we clung to each other. We continued to talk without saying anything about holding hands. I almost hated it when we had to sit down at the table. I never wanted to let go of his hand. I was nervous when we finished. Would he hold my hand again? He walked me back to my room. Holding my hand all the way. 

Sunday, February 3

I barely slept last night. All I could think about was Steven. He's a gentle boy, not like others that make fun of me. We have been close, so close that it was almost like he was my best girlfriend. And respectful. His father is an officer on the military base near the University, so I'm sure that's where he got it from. Just like me, my Father a Chief Master Sergeant. Military grow up differently. They either rebel against the rigid authority of military or they accept it. Steven and I both accepted it. We would never question our elders. I was excited all morning, meeting Steven for lunch and then we were going to study. He also mentioned a movie playing tonight on campus. Would that officially be a date?

Sunday, February 3- 11 PM

He put his arm around me in the movie. Right after it started. I think we are officially a couple now. I never felt anything like it, putting my head on his shoulder, feeling so secure with his arm around me. I could have stayed like that for my whole life but unfortunately the movie ended. He walked me back to my dorm, still holding hands. I hoped he would kiss me, but he didn't, an awkward moment when we said goodnight. It was though we both wanted to kiss, but were too shy.

Thursday, February 21

I went to Steven's house for the first time. I was surprised. His father is a General. His house is this big, brick two story with vines growing up the front as if it were standing for centuries. No one was home, going into a large den to study, a flat screen TV taking up almost one wall. We had a snack as we poured over the notes for Calculus, the mid-term coming up next week. I guess we were lost in studying because we were both surprised, Steven standing up as if we were doing something wrong. I looked over at the door, his father filling almost the whole doorway. Though Steven and him looked similar in features, it was confined to their faces. For his father is an imposing man, especially all dressed up in his uniform, his chest covered with rows and rows of multi-colored ribbons. And he has a large chest as well as large arms, not a bit of fat on a well trimmed body. Steven fumbled for words, finally addressing his father as Sir, introducing me to him, though Steven didn't say the word I wanted to hear. My girlfriend. His father shook my hand, his powerful grip making me weak in the knees. And the way he looked at me, his eyes racing up and down my body, feeling my face get flushed. He didn't look at me like Steven did. We were getting ready to leave when his father came into the room as if he were watching us and knew. He invited me to dinner on Saturday. Or I should say he asked Steven if he wanted to have his girlfriend come over for dinner on Saturday. At least one of them considered me officially the girlfriend. I accepted without hesitation.

Saturday, February 23

I did something that I never do. I wore a skirt, even though it was freezing cold outside. I'm not sure exactly why. Was I trying to impress Steven or his father? Steven picked me up, barely mentioning my skirt, though he did tell me I was "pretty tonight". He told me about his father on the way to his house, though no explanation was needed. I already knew about military men. Officers, especially Generals never had the decisions or commands questioned and that extended to family life. Even more since Steven's mother was missing from the home, Steven never mentioning why, me never pushing it. Like me, it was hard to talk about missing parents. Even with your boyfriend or girlfriend.

Michael, the General, asked me to call him Michael after I stammered Sir too many times while he took my coat. As he slipped it from my shoulders I could almost hear him inhaling my perfume, his head so close that I could feel his hot breath blowing on my neck. He stood back, his eyes going from my face down to my feet and back up, stopping at legs. "Very beautiful tonight Jessie. Steven is a lucky boy. He probably doesn't know how lucky." He turned and walked away before I could say anything, even if words would have come out of my dry mouth. 

The food came out of nowhere, I still don't know who cooked it. After dinner we went into the den, Michael lighting up a cigar and smoking it as he sipped a brandy. I excused myself to go to the girl's room. When I came back, Steven was gone, hearing him in the kitchen. By the sound of clinking in a glass, he was making Michael another drink. I was walking by him to sit back down when his voice startled me. It was so loud and demanding. "Your skirt is crooked. Come over here."

It was as if I were in a daze, walking over to him as he sat forward in the chair. His large hands reached for me, my eyes mesmerized as I moved closer to him, his thick legs sliding between my legs until I was straddling his legs. His hands were on my hips, guiding me forward, my body responding by instinct only. His legs were pushing along my inner thighs. He finally stopped me, his hands moving to the side of my skirt, twisting it with a powerful jerk until it moved until it was straight. I felt so strange, a man dressing me. But he didn't stop there. His hands slipped under my skirt, disappearing from my sight as I looked down. I was sure I had an orgasm right then when I felt the hot flesh of his hand on my naked inner thigh. My panties grew wet, not damp. Wet, as if my pussy gushed cum. I could barely stand, but he was almost holding me up, my legs forced apart by his legs between mine, his hands touching my inner thighs, my muscles instinctively trying to close, his legs keeping me spread. He removed his hands as suddenly as they were thrust under my skirt, but not before one hand slipped so far under my skirt I shuddered, sure he was going to touch my pussy as it slowly moved up my naked thigh. But he didn't, suddenly finished with me. Steven was coming back into the room, but not before Michael said it to me. "You have lovely legs. Next time wear a shorter skirt."

I masturbated three times that night.

Thursday February 28

Steven kissed me. It wasn't what I expected. I guess I read too many romance novels, expecting something more. It was nice, his lips soft, but there wasn't much passion in it. I felt more passion when his father touched me. From then on we kissed goodnight each night, but the passion was still never there. My birthday was Saturday and Steven invited me over for dinner. I was disappointed that it was Steven's idea to invite me over for dinner, not his fathers.

Saturday March 1

Happy Birthday to me! I looked into the mirror, even surprising myself. I had bought a short skirt this morning, after Steven had given me his gift. I opened it up, a black cashmere sweater. I never felt anything so soft. I bought a plaid skirt to go with it. A school girl skirt. It felt strange, never feeling so feminine before. I couldn't wait for him to see me. But I wasn't sure if it was Steven or Michael that I wanted to see his expression.

Michael spun me around as if I were a model when he took my coat, the short skirt pulling out as I spun. He whistled a sheepish whistle, his eyes glued to me below my waist. He moved close to me as Steven hung up my coat and whispered into my ear. "Very sexy Jessie."

Michael's eyes stared at my all through dinner, though he didn't see me watching him. His eyes were glued to my breasts. I never had large breasts, though most never even had a hint how big they were because I buried them beneath layers of clothes. Tonight there was only a soft cashmere sweater that clung to them and cling it did. I felt a strangeness, even sitting up straight in the chair, finally arching my back, sticking them out for his eyes to ogle. Michael was cleaning up the dishes and I volunteered to help, Michael accepting. 

He turned to Steven and asked him. "Steven would you do me a favor and take a quick ride over to the OC (Officers Club) and pick up a bottle of brandy. I'm out and you know how I like to have a glass of brandy with my cigar after dinner. I phoned ahead, they will give it to you. All you have to do is drive to the back door. It will only take ten minutes. Jessie and I will clean up while you're gone." Steven went without a hint of hesitation.

I was surprised that I made small talk with Michael, not my usual self. "Did you see the sweater Steven bought for my birthday?" I almost wanted him looking at my breasts again.

"I helped him. I made sure it was cashmere. Nothing is too good for you. And I personally like cashmere."

"You like the way it looks?"

"No, it's tactile. I like the way it feels. Especially when touching such lovely soft orbs."

And then he made a request that sounded awfully like an order. I went into the bathroom. I locked the door and sat down on the toilet seat. I knew what would happen if I did as he ordered. But I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't. My hands shook as I pulled the sweater over my head, staring into the mirror as my plain, white bra came into view. I reached around back and unsnapped the bra and let it slip down my arms, my naked breasts popping into view. My breasts weren't big, but firm. It was my nipples that surprised me. They were hard, like pencil erasers, sticking out as if Michael had touched them. They swelled as the soft cashmere material slid over them, looking into the mirror again as they disappeared from sight. My nipples stood out hard. You could tell I wasn't wearing a bra.

Michael was waiting for me, feeling my face flushed as he looked at my breasts. I could almost feel them moving as I walked. No one had ever seen me like this before, wondering what I was doing. What if Steven came back and saw us? What was Michael going to do?

His voice was loud and demanding. I did as he said, turning to face the counter, feeling him move close behind me. I jumped when his hands touched my waist, his voice soft and reassuring in my ear as though it was Steven, not Michael. His hands moved up my side, fighting to stop from laughing as they almost tickled. My hands clutched into fists at my side as I felt the first touch of his large fingers on the side of my breasts. It was so soft, almost feathering along the soft sides, feeling my nipples explode. I blushed brightly as his hands slid under my breasts, lifting them up, my nipples scraping painfully against the soft cashmere, the arousal almost hurting. They wanted to be touched. His hands became more urgent, his grip on my young, firm flesh harder. I could feel the blood rushing to the tips. I looked down, seeing his hands caressing my breasts as if it were happening to someone else. 

I almost came when his fingers touched my nipples, slowly circling each one, feeling them stiffen to hard points, roused by his touch. His fingers pinched them, harder, pulling them, feeling them stretch. I couldn't believe the pleasure between my legs from the fingers that teased my nipples. It felt like hours as he played with them, forgetting all about Steven.

"I love youthful, firm breasts Jessie. Do you like them played with?"

I couldn't have said anything if words could have come out of my parched mouth. I was just barely breathing. No one had ever touched my breasts before. And now it was my boyfriend's father, not my boyfriend. And all I could do was hold the counter tightly until my knuckles turned white and think of masturbating as soon as I got back to my room. 

He wasn't finished. Though he might love the feel of cashmere beneath his fingers, that didn't stop him from slipping his hot hands underneath the sweater. I arched my back, pushing back my ass until I felt him behind me, his hands rolling my naked nipples as my breathing became rapid and shallow. I felt his cock, my ass pushed up against it. It felt huge, like a babies arm. Would Steven have a cock like that, the thought racing through my head? I was technically a virgin, though I didn't have a hymen. His fingers were insistent, sending illicit pleasure through my nipples, fondled against my will. Or was it a deep desire that I tried to quell?

I almost came when he nuzzled my neck, his tongue slipping into my ear, rolling around in the tight hole as his fingers continued their fondling. His fingers gripped my nipples tight, feeling like they were trapped in a powerful vise, but all I could do was arch my back and stick them out as he yanked the hardened flesh out of shape. I jumped when the door shut, but Michael took his time, slipping his hand out of my sweater slowly. 

"Next time I'll see them naked and suck them." Michael moved away from me, but not before he took my hand and placed it against the front of his pants. My fingers instinctively curled around the thick shaft as if I had done this a million times. He pulled away as Steven entered the room.

"You okay?" He asked me as he kissed me. 

I knew that my face was flushed and I was almost ashamed that my nipples stood out so provocatively. He looked at them, but not like his father looked at them. I kissed him back. "I missed you." I pressed up against him, just like his father had done to me. For the first time, I felt him. His cock. It wasn't as big as his fathers, but I had this desire to reach down and touch it as I did to Michael's. But I didn't.

We watched a DVD, Michael leaving us alone after he had his cigar. Michael caught me looking at his crotch, his hand reaching down to touch himself unashamedly. Steven kissed me while watching the movie, a chick-flick that he had picked out for me. I wanted so much for him to touch my breasts, but he was a gentleman all night long.

I came almost every night next week, my fingers teasing my nipples as Michael had done to me, though I didn't pinch them as hard. But it still made me cum over and over.

Friday March 7

Finals are over, Steven and I spending almost the whole week together at his house studying. I insisted, saying that it was less distracting at his house, though that wasn't true. I anxiously awaited Michael coming home each day, but ended up going home disappointed. Until today. We were just getting ready to leave, Steven to drive me back to the dorm when he walked in. He surprised me, almost bumping into him. He looked at me, my pussy growing wet as soon as his eyes stared at my half naked legs. In spite of the cold, I had begun to wear skirts. Short skirts. Even Steven didn't fail to notice, his eyes looking down at my legs when my skirt rode up too high. And my eyes never failed to spot the growing erection in Steven's pants when he did. I had two men lusting after me after a life of no one. 

"Leaving already," Michael stated to Steven. "Why don't the two of you stay for dinner? Pizza, my treat."

"Is that okay Jessie?"

I could barely babble yes to Steven, already wondering how Michael would plan to get rid of Steven for a short time. His mind was quicker then mine.

"If you pick up the pizza, I'll make the salads. We have to have something nutritious. Jessie has that lovely figure she has to keep to keep you interested." 

"Want to come along Jessie?" 

I already had my coat on, trying to think of a way to say no when Michael's voice boomed loudly.

"You want me to make the salad by myself. I need the help of a good woman." 

He took my coat before Steven could protest, if he would have. But Steven, like me, obeyed without question. And Michael counted on that. I kissed Steven goodbye as if he were leaving for the night, not sure why. Maybe to make Michael jealous. Maybe to feel his cock against me. Was I becoming feminine? Using my girlish charm to lure two men to me. I never thought of doing such a thing in the past.

The door slammed shut, the car starting outside. I went into the kitchen, Michael following me. I could almost feel his eyes staring at me, trying hard to keep my ass from swaying from side to side as if I were teasing him. I went to the refrigerator, Michael pulling out the vegetable tray to reveal a large salad already made in a big plastic bowl. His hand slipped around my waist as he led me to the den, the salad left on the table next to the cutting board, a knife placed on it, Michael sprinkling tiny bits of lettuce on the board. Michael had planned far in advance. What else had he planned?

He sat down in the chair leaving me standing before him, his hands on my hips. He lowered me down on his lap, my eyes on the bulge in his pants, feeling it pressed up against my ass as I settled on his lap. I felt so comfortable on his lap as if I belonged there. He asked me if Steven kissed me yet. I answered yes, but told him how it didn't spark any passion in me. His fingers circled my lips, Michael telling me how he would teach me and I could teach Steven. His finger entered my mouth, running over my teeth and tongue. I tightened my lips on his finger and he began to push it in and out. I knew how it must look. As if he was fucking his cock in my mouth. His cock jerked beneath me, it affecting me in the same way. His hand lifted my head up and turned it towards him. He told me to open my mouth, his lips covering mine. I was surprised that his lips were as soft, his kiss almost gentle. My mouth was open and then I felt it, his tongue slipping between my lips and entering my mouth. My tongue met his, dancing against it as his hands tightened around me, pulling me closer to him. His kiss became more demanding, his lips crushing mine. All the while his tongue explored my mouth, over my teeth and gums, finally pushing deep into my mouth so that I almost choked. I couldn't believe a tongue could move that far. He never broke the kiss, my nose flaring as I tried to breathe, my heart racing from the excitement. He turned me sideways towards him, our lips never parting. His hand slid up my side, his large hand encircling one of my breasts, his fingers tightening on it until I felt the blood rushing to the tip, pounding hard. I wished I hadn't worn a bra.




The Diary



I found my hips moving without me realizing it, sliding my ass back and forth over his lap, his hard cock jerking and shuddering beneath me. I filled my lungs with air but I couldn't catch my breath, my breathing ragged and uneven. It made my breasts heave up and down, something that Michael didn't fail to notice. My arms went limp as Michael pulled my sweater up over my head, seeing dark for a second before he threw it on the floor. His eyes stared at my heaving bosom, my chest pink in shame, exposed to him. His hands slipped down my back, sending goose bumps through my body. He was expert with my bra, unsnapping it with a deft motion, his hands pushing the shoulder straps down. My arms moved up to cover my naked breasts in reflex, but his hands pushed them away like a pesky fly. They hung down at my side as one hand cupped my naked breast, my breathing stopped as his head moved down, his mouth already open. I wished I could have thrust my hand under my skirt when I felt his hot, wet lips encircle my nipple, dragging it deep into his mouth, all the while his tongue lashed at it. I was sure I wet my panties at that moment, my naked breasts fondled by a demanding hand and mouth. For five minutes I endured the pleasure of the constant fondling of my nipples. He knew exactly what to do to me, unable to do anything but squirm erotically on the growing erection beneath my ass.

He finally stopped. I looked down to see my breasts wet with his saliva, my nipples so big that they stuck out over an inch, my white breasts covered with red marks where his hands had squeezed them too tight. He stood me back up, feeling strange to be standing in front of a man, stripped naked to my waist as he stared at me. He took my hand, pushing it down into his lap. 

"See what you do to me. You can do that to Steven also." 

My fingers curled around the thick shaft, my fingers moving up the shaft until I felt the thick head, my fingers trying to outline it in his pants. I could imagine what it looked like in my head. He stood up, kissing me again, a knee between my thighs forcing me to spread my legs, his upper body pushed up against my naked breasts. He moved his chest from side to side, feeling the multitude of sharp ribbons rubbing hard against my naked breasts, especially my swollen nipples. They hurt, but his hands held me tightly against him, though he did force me to move my hips from side to side against his cock. And later that night when I was home in bed masturbating, the pain from the ribbons were more pleasure and my pussy was drenched from the hard cock pushed against it as he masturbated against me. He left me alone, going upstairs to change his clothes, just in time, my sweater slipping over my head as the front door opened.

Michael left as alone after dinner. We were watching a DVD, a love story though it did have more sex in it then romance. The lights were dimmed, thought he large TV did give off a lot of light. I was curled in Steven's arms, reaching up with my hand to turn his head towards me just as the end of the sex scene. I kissed him, feeling him respond. I noticed the bulge in his pants, the movie making him excited, my pussy still drenched from what Michael had done to me. My tongue slipped into Steven's mouth, my breathing stopped to see if he would think I was being too bold. Surprised, his tongue responded, his kiss becoming more demanding as we French kissed for the first time. And it wasn't the last time that night. Steven kissed me again and again, each time after a sexy scene, each time he French kissed me, leaving me panting for more. The movie was almost over, the girl in bed with two men at once. I could almost see Steven's cock jerking in his pants, wishing he was like Michael and would push my hand down onto his throbbing member. Instead I took one of his hands and placed it on my breast. He stared at me for a long moment, not sure if it were surprise or disgust. But then he kissed me, his tongue more demanding. As well as his hand. He grabbed my breast, fondling it with an inexperienced touch, but my nipple never failed to respond. I was disappointed when the movie ended, wishing I could have touched his cock. 

He drove me back to the dorm, kissing me outside, his hand exploring my other breast with more confidence. I moved my hips, sliding my pussy back and forth against his cock. I felt him shudder, sure that I had made him cum. I could almost smell it in the air. 

Friday Week of March 10

We are more like boyfriend-girlfriend making out until we were both panting. His hands explored my breasts, my hands at my side as he worked them over until my nipples ached. Thursday night we were at his house, Michael not home, out of the state until tomorrow. We were watching a movie, really it was just playing on the TV. Steven and I making out. Yes, I was making out with a boy! Before long we were lying on the couch, on her sides facing each other. I felt his hands fumbling with my bra, letting him do it until I felt the pressure released. His hand moved under my sweater, wearing Michael's favorite cashmere sweater. I almost came when his fingers moved the bra out of the way and his hands touched my naked breasts. I pushed my pussy into his as his hands found my nipples and rubbed them to erection. I came that night, his cock pushing against me driving the orgasm from my body. It was the first time that anyone but myself had made me cum. Even after I came, I continued to rub my pussy against his cock. This time I knew it. I had made him cum, Steven holding me tightly against him as he rubbed his cock against me as he masturbated, moaning softly as he came. He was a bit humiliated as he excused himself to go to the bathroom, sure that he was cleaning up the wet cum in his shorts. I never felt as proud of myself as I did that night. I masturbated and came three times that night, barely sleeping at all. Each time I came, it was either Steven or Michael in my head as if did.

Friday March 14

We were studying at Steven's house. Michael was home, but I didn't see him. Steven was watching the end of the movie as I got up to go to the bathroom. As I walked down the hallway, I could see the bathroom door closed, the light shining beneath it. I walked slowly, hoping that Michael would come out soon. I stood outside the door for a moment before I heard the doorknob turning. Michael came out, surprised to find me standing there. 

"That's convenient, I don't have to look for you."

He pushed me against the wall, his hand holding something. He held it in front of my face. It was a condom. A used one, the reservoir filled with a white, milky substance.

"I just masturbated for you Jessie. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

I don't know why I did it. Yes I do. Michael could control me with just his voice. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as I watched him move the condom up over my outstretched tongue. The reservoir was filled like a small balloon. He tipped it down, squeezing the other end as I watched the milky cum slide slowly down the condom and begins to drip off the end. It hung in a clump, the ropey fluid stretching down until I felt the first thick clump of cum fall on my tongue. It felt like it was burning, the cum still hot from his body. I couldn't believe all the cum that filled my mouth, the thick, salty crème permeating every crevice in my mouth. When I thought there was none left, he reversed the condom, slipping the wet inside over my tongue like it was a cock. I sucked it into my mouth, submissively holding all of his cum in my mouth. It tasted terrible, almost making me gag it was so thick. But it also made me aroused, forced to drink his cum as he stood and watched my discomfort. He pulled the wet condom from my mouth, my cheeks still bulging from the cum in my mouth. I did as he said, swallowing it, choking twice as the thick cum slid slowly down into my gullet. He left me in the hallway. I went back to Steven. Unfortunately he wanted to make out. I was sure that he could taste his fathers cum when he French kissed me. 

Tuesday March 18

I got a strange phone call. It was from the Generals Aide inviting me to dinner tonight. I accepted even though I know I shouldn't have. I knew that Steven was out of town for two days. He didn't tell me where, though I suspected it had something to do with his mother. I was nervous as I raced around all afternoon. I took a shower as one eye kept and looking at the clock. Michael was sending a car to pick me up. I was so nervous as I got into the car. A young Private was driving, his eyes looking into the rear view mirror catching a glimpse of me. My coat had parted and my short skirt left a lot of leg showing. I didn't make any move to cover my legs. I was beginning to enjoy being a girl. A desired girl. He asked me how I knew the General. I told him that Steven, his son was my boyfriend. I think he was trying to figure out if I want the Generals Mistress. I liked that. People, men began to notice me.

Michael was waiting with the door open as the car pulled up. The private opened the door for me, not so much a gentlemen, more he wanted to see my legs. Or between them. I got out of the car awkwardly, showing him more then I should have. I'm sure he could see up under my skirt. I smiled to myself, feeling I felt naughty.

"I was afraid you wouldn't accept." 

He took my coat, standing so close that he was almost touching me. I wondered whether we would even get to dinner. His eyes feasted on the new cashmere sweater I was wearing, spending the last of my money for it. I'm sure that he didn't miss that I wasn't wearing a bra. To make sure I rubbed my nipples in the darkness of the back seat of the car before it pulled up in front of the house. My skirt was shorter then the last. And I was wearing high heels, the first time in about five years. I tried to walk on them naturally, but it was hard. I was afraid of what he was going to make me do. Or do to me. "I was afraid to come." As soon as the words came out my mouth I knew it sounded bad. As if I was afraid of having an orgasm. "That's not what I meant," I stammered. 

He kissed me, the door closing at the same time, cut off from the probing eyes of the world. He pushed me against the door, his knee pushing between my legs until I relented, spreading them submissively his tongue searching deep into my mouth. His hands fondled my cashmere covered breasts, his hand insistent as they pinched and prodded my growing nipples. He took my breath away with his kiss my hands going around his waist and holding him against me as I do with Steven. My legs spread wider until I felt it, his hard, demanding cock jerking against my pussy. He began to grind against me as if he were fucking me. Would he take my innocence from me tonight? I knew that before I left, he would have taught me so much more. Sexually. 

It was long minutes before he broke off the kiss, my lungs trying to fill with precious air. "I hope you're not hungry for food. I plan to feed something else to you."

I followed him like a puppy. We didn't go into the den, but the living room instead. It was more formal, almost naughtier for what he was going to do to me. He didn't kiss me again, but pulled my sweater over my head and threw it on the sofa. I was standing bare breasted in front of him, my hard nipples sticking out so far that it looked as though they were trying to reach his fingers. His large hands encircled them with a familiarity, the tips springing to life as his calloused fingers raced over them. Even when he pinched too tight and yanked them out, I stood firm, the delicious pain in my stretched nipple flesh racing between my legs to soak my panties. His mouth was even more demanding, his teeth capturing one of my nipples, grinding back and forth over it, feeling like a knife slicing through it. The pain mixed with the pleasure, my legs barely able to keep me up.

He pulled away from me, looking at my glistening breasts from his spit, teeth marks encircling one of my swollen nipples. His hands moved to my shoulders, feeling him begin to press down on them. I knew what he wanted. I gently kneeled on the floor in front of him, looking up to see his cock outlined on the front of his pants only inches from my face. 

"Touch it," his voice commanding me to do his sexual bidding.

My hands went to the front of his pants, my tiny fingers outlining the thick shaft that threatened to tear from his pants. I pinched it, but it felt like steel, pushing up with my fingers, surprised that it was so long. It went up almost to his waist where I felt it thicken to a dome. I had seen pictures of cocks, but not erect ones. And this one was definitely erect. I licked my lips, getting my lips wet subconsciously. I knew that I would have to take it in my mouth, there was no other reason to be on my reason. He didn't want my hand, but my mouth. It was bad enough when he emptied his condom in my mouth. What would it be like when his cock spewed his cum directly into my mouth? I followed his instructions and they were detailed and explicit. My hands slid his zipper down, the noise breaking the silence of the room. I unbuckled his belt and undid the top button, pulling his pants back. He was wearing boxers and his cock strained to get out. I reached in, touching the hot flesh of a hard cock for the first time. I pulled back, surprised that it was so hot, but Michael encouraged me back. My hands curled around the thick shaft, my eyes trying to catch a glimpse of it. I didn't want to, but I released it so I could pull his boxers down his legs. He had thick, muscles thighs, covered with black hair. But my eyes were on his erection, the thick throbbing cock bobbing so hard that it almost touched my lips. It was heavily veined, dark blue veins running up the side to disappear when it got to the almost purple dome. A thick ridge around it made it look more like a helmet. I blushed as I saw Michael looking down at me.

I kissed it, just like Michael ordered me to. My lips pursed as they moved close to the tip, covered with the shiny cum that had already leaked from its tip. My tongue licked all over the head, lapping up his slick cum like a kitten with a bowl of milk, filling my mouth with the familiar taste of his salty cum.

"Open wide," Michael taking hold of his cock, rubbing it all over my lips as he tilted my head back until I was looking into his eyes. He wanted to see my face as his cock entered my virgin mouth. I opened wide, surprised that the head of his cock barely fit in my lips.

"Lick the head Jessie," Michael encouraged me. It jerked in my mouth when my tongue raced around the thick helmet, finding the sensitive area just beneath the rim as though I had sucked a thousand cocks before. "It likes that Jessie."

I felt the rubbery head of his cock in my mouth, my lips stretched tightly around it until they tugged beneath the rim, trapping it. My tongue went to work on it as if I knew what I was doing, his jerking cock making it as though I was doing the right thing. I began to suck on it, feeling spit dribbling down my chin. My mouth was filled with the salty taste of cum, sure that he had already cum. Michael smiled down at me, his hands gentle as they pushed the hair from my forehead, only mumbled sounds coming from my stuffed mouth. I was trying to breathe, my nose flaring as I sucked in air through my nose to fill my starving lungs.

My head moved up and down, as the slippery wet cock began to slide easier between my stretched lips, trying to stop the gurgling sound that came from my mouth as I began to suck his cock. Yes, I said it. I was sucking his cock. I was kneeling half naked in front of Steven's father, his thick cock in my mouth and I was sucking him with all my inexperienced but youthful exuberance. His hands slid down my chest until they found my nipples, tugging and pulling on them until he aroused them to hardened tips. All the while I was taking more and more of his cock in my mouth, not believing that four inches of it was still outside my lips even though the thick head was pushing against my tonsils. I gagged once and almost swallowed the head of his cock by mistake when my throat opened up.

His hips began to move, rhythmically thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth as if it were my pussy. Wishing it was his cock taking my virginity between my legs, not my mouth. My hand reached out instinctively to feel his balls, the prickly hair tickling the palm of my hand. I squeezed until I felt the twin balls inside, my hands following them around as they moved mysteriously. I heard Michael moaning, knowing that my mouth and hand was having an affect on him. I wondered where all his cum would go when he came in my mouth, his cock already filling every nook in cranny in my mouth. His hands left my breasts and stroked my head, guiding it up and down in rhythm with his thrusting hips.

It hit me hard, Michael's hand getting tighter as he pulled me onto his throbbing cock like one would put a sock on their foot. It pushed to the back of my mouth and then I was sure that it grew bigger, my lips aching as they stretched to accommodate the thick shaft. Michael bucked as he came, trying to get away when a jet of hot cum flew out the end of his cock and shot directly into my throat as I choked and gagged. But he held me tight, my mouth filling as he shot a second load of cum that made my cheeks bow out from the abundant crème that filled my mouth. I felt it leaking from my stretched lips, the thick cum slowly running down my chin, the fluid still hot from his balls. And my hands milked his balls of his cum instinctively. He shot one more time before his hands relaxed on my head. As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he left a trail of thick cum on my lips. His finger scooped up the cum on my chin and pushed it back into my mouth. He lifted my head back, his hand caressing my outstretched throat.

"Swallow it. Show me how much you like drinking my cum." He massaged my throat as I struggled to swallow the thick cum, feeling it sliding down into my stomach slowly. It took me a couple of minutes until I was finished, my stomach heavy with his cum. He helped me up like a gentlemen, as if I was kneeling in prayer, not sucking his cock. We went in for dinner, Michael not letting me put my sweater back on, feeling embarrassed each time he looked at me and my naked breasts. I had to be careful not to spill anything, afraid of burning my breasts. And my nipples stayed erect all through dinner.

Michael had his brandy and cigar in the den. I was kneeling at his chair like a servant girl as he fed his cock into my mouth again. This time he guided my head, taking his time, making me suck his cock for over a half an hour. His cock never left my mouth, struggling to breathe at the same time I sucked his cock with enthusiasm. By time he finished his cigar, my tongue was tired, but Michael was just getting going. My hands gripped the side of the chair as he pulled my face down over his cock until I felt the head of his cock tickling my tonsils. I gagged, but Michael's hands became more insistent. Before I knew what was happening, I choked and gagged, the thick head of his cock breaching the tightness of my throat. I struggled to pull back, but Michael was stronger, gurgling and babbling incoherently as his cock filled my throat with his thick flesh. I never felt anything like it. It was like a giant snake moving down into my stomach. I choked and gagged, but Michael only pumped his cock in and out of my throat. I didn't taste his cum that time for he pumped it directly into my stomach, his cock swelling in my throat as my muscles rippled up and down the shaft. He finally pulled his cock from my throat, my throat rubbed raw. His cock didn't leave my mouth until my tongue licked every inch of his softening cock.




The Diary



I went back to my dorm that night, frustrated and horny, masturbating to the visions in my head and the taste of his cum in my mouth. I didn't even brush my teeth until tomorrow night, wanting the taste of his cum to remind me what he made me do.

I was glad that Steven finally came home. We rubbed up against each other as we made out on the couch, Michael upstairs making it naughtier. Steven's fingers had become more skilled at arousing my nipples, his cock finding just the right place to rub up against my pussy until we both exploded. I wanted so badly to reach down and take his wet cock from his pants and lick it clean, but I controlled my emotions. I wasn't sure who would take my virginity from me, Steven or Michael. And I wasn't sure that I cared either way. 

To Be Continued...



The Diary



One day I was going though some of my mother's things. I'm twenty years old. I still live with my father. My mother died the day I was born. My father is well off financially. Anything I wanted he got for me. Our relationship was pretty normal. He's always supported anything I wanted to do. 

It was a Sunday morning. I got bored so I went up in the attic. I noticed a chest in the corner. I haven't been up there much. It was the first time I noticed the chest. 

When I opened it up I noticed it was full of my mother's things. Dad never really talked about her much. I know he really loved her and he still misses her. I can't even remember a time since my mother's death that he's ever even went out on a date. 

I found mothers diary. When I opened it up I got a surprise. There were five pictures.

One was mother wearing just her bra and panties. She looked very sexy. As I was looking at the pictures I realized these were taken when she was about the same age I am now. I looked like my mother. I don't mean just a little. If you took and picture of me and compared to a picture of her, no one could be able to tell us apart. Same face, hair and even build. Exactly, another picture showed her in a white bra, garter belt with white hose. She was wearing high heels. The third picture was her lying on a bed naked. When I looked at the next picture I couldn't believe my eyes. There was dad totally naked. I could see everything. His dick was huge. Now. I've been with two different guys and I thought they were big, but daddy's dick had them beat. I stared at the last picture. I think it was dad and mom fucking. All I could see was a dick in a pussy. I think my dad took the picture while he was fucking my mom. I kept staring at it. My dad's dick was sunk all the way in my mom. I've never seen my dad naked. Not even once. We also never talked about sex. Dad's always just been this guy that's always there with anything I needed. The pictures got me to thinking. I know he still misses mom a lot. I think that's way he never talks about her. It would be too painful for him. I wanted to make my dad happy again. I look just like my mother. Maybe if I acted like her he would see me differently. I realized what I was thinking. I wanted my dad to fuck me. I wanted this for two reasons, one I think I can help him since I look exactly like my mother. For him it would be like making love to her again. Second, I wanted to know what my dad's dick felt like in me. When I thought that I started getting wet. I laid the picture of dad on top of the chest. I lowered my shorts and pushed my panties down around my feet. I started finger fucking myself while looking at my naked father. It didn't take to long to orgasm. When I was done I looked at the picture of mother again. She was shaved. I shaved but left a thin hair line on my pussy. That would have to change if I was going to fuck my dad. 

During my shower I shaved my pussy bald. The wasn't a hair on it anywhere. I felt really good. After I put on my nightie I sat on my bed and wondered how I could get my dad to fuck me. I couldn't just walk up to him and say,"Hey dad, I'm horny, come and fuck me." I would have to think of ways to make him start seeing me differently. I would have to remind him of mom and at the same time do things to make him look at me. 

This gave me an idea. I looked in an old box stored in the back of my closet. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. My school uniform when I was sixteen. The white blouse, short black skirt, knee socks and black shoes. After I ironed it I put it on. It still fit me. The skirt was a lot shorter. I guess I grew a few inches since I was sixteen. It covered my ass, but not by much. I put on a pair of white panties. I looked in the mirror. This just might work. I bent over as if I was picking up something. When I did you could see my white panties almost all the way up my ass.

When dad gets home he won't know what hit him. It wasn't long until I heard him pull into the garage. I heard him get his beer and sit down in front of the TV. I walked into the living room. "Hi dad," what's up?" I said as I stood in front of him. I saw his mouth drop open. He was staring at me. I watched his eyes look me up and down. 

"Why are you wearing your old school uniform?"

"I wondered if it still fit me. What do you think?" I said as I spun around. I knew I spun fast enough that he got a fast look at my panties.

"I like it. It still fits you. The skirt is a little short. I guess you've grown since you were sixteen." He couldn't take his eyes off my legs. I watched him "adjust" himself. I knew I had an effect on him. Wait until he sees this. I bent over acting like I was picking something off of the rug. I felt the back of my skirt raise up showing almost all of my white panties. I didn't have to worry about dad catching me looking at him. He was too busy looking at my ass. I could tell by the bulge in his pants he liked what he saw. When I rose back up he diverted his eyes from my ass. I wasn't done teasing him yet. I walked over and sat in the chair in front of his chair by the TV. When I sat down, I made sure my skirt rose up almost all the way to my panties. I left my legs just a little apart so he could see the white panties covering my pussy. 

"How was your day today, dad?" He answered and was trying to act normal, but I could see his eyes dart from my face to my panties. I knew I was giving him a good show and I could tell he was enjoying it. After about twenty minutes I stood up. I figured I'd teased dad enough. I went to my room. Normally I close my door, but not this time. It was getting late so I started taking off my clothes. I took off everything but my panties and bra. As I was going though my drawer in my dresser I looked up in my mirror. I could see dad was in the hall way. He could see in my room and he was looking at me. I found a shorty nightgown. It was white and you could almost see though it. Dad was still watching me. I took off my bra and let it drop to the floor. My dad could see both of my tits in the mirror. I ran my hands over them. He was still watching me. I picked up my nightie, raised my arms over my head and let it slide down over me. It came to just below my panties. I looked in the mirror again and dad was gone. 

He was interested but I don't think he's ready to fuck me yet. I've got to make him see mom when he sees me. I remembered the picture of her in a bra, garter belt and hose. I had to think of a way for him to see me dressed like that. 

The top of my nightie was very loose. I bent over in front of the mirror. When I did, you could clearly see both of my tits. I left my room and went into the living room. Dad was back in his chair watching TV. I stood in front of him. "I'm going to bed, Dad," As I was saying this I bent over to kiss him good night. I watched his eyes go to my tits. After I kissed him on his forehead I stayed bent over. I put my hands on his shoulders. "Dad tomorrow, could you pick up some take out when you come home?"

"Sure honey," he answered still staring at my tits. "Anything you want,"

I rose up and headed for my room. So far everything was going well. I don't think it will take me long to get my dad to fuck me. I lay in bed trying to think of a way to get him to see me in the bra and garter belt. If I can figure that out, I bet I could get him to fuck me while I was wearing them. I fell asleep thinking about dad's big dick.

When I woke up in the morning, dad was already gone. I didn't have classes today, so I decided to go and buy a white bra, garter belt and hose. After my shopping trip I went to my room. I put on the new underwear. I made sure the bra I brought was two sizes too small. When I put it on, it pushed my tits up very nicely. It barely covered my nipples. The bra came to just the top of my nipples. You could see everything else. It was the first time I'd ever wore a garter belt. It felt very sexy. The three inch heels made the outfit. I picked up the picture of my mother. If someone would have taken a picture of me you would not be able to tell us apart. We looked exactly alike. Dad will be very pleased. He gets to fuck his daughter and at the same time think about my mother. That's when I got an idea. I couldn't wait until dad got home. I put a skirt and blouse over the new underwear. 

I heard dad pull into the garage. I waited until his got his beer and sat down in front of the TV. I went in the living room and sat down next to dad. We talked for a little while. That's when I brought up being in the attic. I told dad I found mom's diary. I mentioned the picture of mom in her underwear. Dad said he had forgotten about that picture. 

I got up and went into my bed room. I got the picture and sat down next to dad again. I gave him the picture. He kept staring at it. "Your mother was a very sexy woman. She wore this because she knew I loved seeing her in it." Dad looked up at me. "This picture was taken of her when she was your age. You look just like her. I've never told you this but sometimes when I look at you I see your mother. I still miss her."

"Is that why you have never dated?"

"Just look at this picture, no one could look as good as this. She really knew how to turn me on."

I stood up. "Dad I think I know someone that looks as good."

Dad looked up at me with a puzzled face.

I started to unbutton my blouse. "What are you doing?" Dad asked me.

"Just watch, dad," I said as I unbuttoned another button. I knew he could see the top of my too small bra. I heard him take in his breathe. I undid the last two buttons. Dad couldn't take his eyes off me. I took my blouse off and let it fall to the floor. I reached behind and unzipped my skirt. It fell to my feet. I stepped out of it.

"Well, what do you think? Do I look like mom? "

"Oh my god, you look exactly like your mother. I mean exactly. I swear, there isn't any difference. Why are you...."

I reached over and put my fingers on his mouth." Tonight I'm my mother. I want you to fuck me like you fucked her. I want this. I want you to do anything you want to, to me. I'm wearing this for you. Fuck me dad, fuck me."

I lowered myself. I put both of my knees on each side of dad's legs. I could felt his dick press against my pussy. I bent over and put my tits in his face. I whispered in his ear." You need this and I want this." I felt him put his hands on my bare hips. It really felt good. He reached up and unhooked my bra. I rose up and pulled both straps off my shoulders. The bra fell, freeing my tits. Right away dad put a tit in his mouth and started sucking on it. My whole body at the touch of his mouth sucking my tit came alive. He put his other hand under my panties and rested it on my bare ass. I let out a moan. "Dad lets go in your bedroom,"

I lay down on the bed on my back. I watched dad take off his clothes. His dick was pointing straight in the air. It looked as hard as a rock. I could see it moving with every beat of his heart. My mother was a very lucky woman. I just hoped it would fit in me. It was long but what really got my attention was how wide it was. Dad crawled up on the bed. He took a hold of each side of my panties and started pulling them down. When he got them to my ass I raised up so he could take them all the way off. He pulled them off. He then put his hand inside my thighs and spread out my legs. He spread them out then raised my knees. My dad looked at my bare pussy. I was spread out so wide he could see everything. He started sucking on my pussy. I cummed the minute he stuck his tongue in me. I reached down and pushed his face as deep as I could in my pussy. I raised my hips high enough so he could keep sinking his tongue deep in me. I cummed so hard the second time I think I passed out for a few seconds. I have never cum twice with anyone. I've already cummed twice and my dad hasn't even put his dick in me yet. I didn't realize how a mature man knew what to do. My dad was doing all the right things to me at the right time. 


I could hardly catch my breath. "Dad, you have to fuck me. You have to fuck me now. Give me your dick. Put it in my pussy, Fuck me daddy, and fuck your daughter like she never been fucked." I started pulling on his hair so he would rise up and get in position to fuck me. It worked. I felt him start working his way up. He sucked on my belly button, then right below my tit, then moved up and started sucking on my tit again. He was fondling my other tit.

I could feel the head of his dick against my pussy. I reached down and open my pussy lips as wide as I could. I raised my hips so I could get his dick in me. I felt him push toward my opening. I was wet, but it wasn't going in. I reached down and took a hold of his dick. I pulled on it. The head went in just a little. Even that little bit was spreading my pussy lips wider than they have ever been spread. "Push, dad push. I want more dick in me. Bury your dick in your daughter."

Dad pushed again. It slipped in deeper. I screamed. Dad stopped pushing. "No, no dad, keep pushing, it feels wonderful. Keep pushing your dick in me." That was all he needed. Dad starting pushing his dick in. He would pull out a little and push even harder back in me. Each time his dick kept going deeper and deeper in me. My pussy walls were spread out so far I thought he was going to rip me open. Dad picked up his speed. I felt him hitting the back of my pussy. I looked down and saw there was more dick to get in me. I wanted all of it. I grabbed his ass and pulled him the rest of the way in me. I was filled up. I have never felt anything like this. "Oh dad, Oh god, I never want this to stop. Fuck me dad, fuck me harder."

My dad started pounding his dick in me as hard as he could. I was meeting every thrust. I couldn't get enough of his dick. My father's dick in me was right. I knew now I was going to want him to fuck me again and again. 

All of a sudden dad pulled out of me. "What?" was all I had time to say? Dad slid me to the side of the bed. He rolled me over on my belly. He pulled me part way off the bed. It was a high bed. My knees touched the floor and my ass was sticking in the air. I felt dad ram his dick right back in me pussy. He even started going deeper. I could hear him grunting as he kept fucking me. "I'm getting ready to cum," I heard him tell me.

"Cum in me daddy, cum in me." Was all I could say. I pushed my ass toward him so he could stay deep in me. "Ohhhh, Ohhhhh," dad moaned. He started shooting loads of cum in me. I could feel him filling up my pussy. His cum just kept coming. Load after load , after load. There was so much cum it was actually shooting out of the sides of my pussy and he was still pounding it as hard as he could. I knew as he was cumming in me, he could see me. He could see my naked back, the garter belt and my hose. Best of all he could see his dick buried in his own daughter. He could watch it move in and out of me as he pounds my pussy. I was pleasing my dad. I was giving him something he thought he had lost. I hope I was a good as fuck as my mother. Dad started slowing down. He was still moving in and out of me. I could still feel his dick moving in and out of me. He slowly pulled it out almost all the way , then slowly, very slowly pushed it all the way back in me. I'd never had someone fuck me slow before. Another orgasm hit me. My pussy juices were shooting all over his dick. My whole body was still responding to his slow thrust in me. This was the longest orgasm I have ever had. 

I felt dad pull out of me. Before he could do anything else. I turned around, sat on the edge of the bed and took a hold of his dick. I lowered my mouth and pushed his dick between my lips. I started sucking on the head. I opened my mouth more and put as much of his dick in my mouth as I could. I started sucking on it as hard as I could. Dad grabbed my head and started pushing me up and down on his dick. I could taste his cum and my pussy juices. I felt dad's dick getting soft. I still kept it in my mouth. Even when it got soft I kept sucking on it. Finally I took it out of my mouth. Still holding on to it I looked up at my dad. He looked down. I could imagine the image I gave him . His daughter sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his dick, looking up at him. Next time I'll get him to take pictures. 



The Diary Ch. 01



I knew that at the time I found it that I was never meant to see that particular Diary she had been writing! Connie (my wife of 7 years, and the mother of my two sons) had always written in a diary, ever since she was able to write. She has a collection that spans several feet of shelves in our closet. She had gone home to be with a favorite aunt seven months ago, and while she was away, I had decided to do a few repairs around the house. She was going to be gone for ten days, and I had made arrangements for some time off to look after the boys.

Connie left on a Thursday, and that evening I headed to the hardware store to pick up what I would need. I bought nails, glue, washers and a set of kitchen taps to replace the ones we had. Everything went as planned until it came to do the taps on Saturday morning. I knew that I had purchased a set of special wrenches to do the job, but as I had done that some time before, I couldn’t find them. I called her at her mother’s home, and she said that she thought they were in our closet. We talked for a few minutes, and she said good-by as she was heading off to the hospital. 

I headed for the closet to dig out the tools I needed. I started to look around in the usual place where she put things like that, but I failed to find them there, so I looked into a small dresser that she had placed in the closet. She had been putting a lot of things we seldom use in it. It had been a long time since I had ever looked into it. It was in the middle drawer that I found the first of her secret diaries! It was dated over three years earlier! I took a few minutes to read what I could without interfering with the task I had set for myself. 

I was just getting started when I heard one of the boys screaming at the other one. I placed the book on the bed, and as I did, I saw the tools I needed under the dresser. I picked them up, and headed to the kitchen. The boys had been being typical boys and the fight was quickly over. I set them to work handing my things I needed to finish doing the taps. The boys (6 and 4 years old) were a bit of help, and keeping them busy helping me kept them in line to an extent! The taps were finished and I looked to see that it was time to start lunch. 

I cleaned up the kitchen, and after settling the youngest in for a nap, and sending the older one out to play, I headed back to review the diaries I had found. There were four of them, as she had always purchased annual diaries. It started with what seemed like a personal argument with herself. Her daily entries talked about a thought a friend of hers had given her without saying what the thought was. She mentioned a name, which I vaguely remembered from back in those days. It was a woman named Julie. I had only met Julie a few times and then it seemed that she disappeared from our lives. 

It was rather difficult to follow the thoughts she had written into her diary, but I knew that it was an important part of her life or she would never have bothered to record it at all! The story in the diary changed little for about 6 weeks. I still had absolutely no idea what she was mulling over in her mind! It was on the seventh Thursday that things began to clear up. I was leaving town that evening for a 4-day trip, and as it turned out Julie was coming over that Friday to discuss her thoughts in greater detail. I can’t figure out how to word this so it will make any sense, so I copied her words from her diary directly as she wrote them. 

Friday, March 12, 1999. Julie was over this evening after the boys went to bed. She has been questioning me about working with her ever since she told me she is the entertainment manager at the Maison Rouge men’s club! She has brought over three of her costumes that she thinks will fit me, and three of her dance tracks. I still can’t figure out how she managed to get me so interested in working as a stripper, and a lap dancer when Kevin is away! I have told her that I might consider doing it, but that I reserved the right to not go through with it if it bothered me at all. 

She played all three of her old tracks for me, and had me pick one. I liked some of each of them, and finally chose the best of all three plus a couple of my own selections. She went to the living room, and quickly recorded a track of 6 songs for me. Then we played it, to see how it turned out, I loved it! She then coached me through some of the more erotic steps and body placements that she used a lot, along with some that other girls use on stage. She had me practice a stage session a few times before she had me chose a costume. This was possibly going to be my stage outfit, and I chose a filmy ankle length black dress with both sides slits from hem to hips. Under that I wore a front close red push up bra, and matching thong panties. She then coached me through another stage show rehearsal with me actually removing the clothing as I did. She had brought her video camera with her, and she recorded me as I did my routine. We then sat back to watch the tape. I was blushing as she commented about how attractive I looked. 

We both discovered several things that I could improve on, and I decided to try to incorporate the ideas into a second taped show. She told me to make sure that I spent some time working in all directions off the stage, after all there would be men sitting on three sides of the stage I might eventually work on. The second tape was much better than the first, and we decided to do another run. She had been telling me about how things worked at her club, and how to perform with the guys that wanted a lap dance while we looked through things. By that time it was already 1:00 AM, so we decided to call it a night, and Julie said she would come back the next night to review what we had discovered. 

Saturday, March 13, 1999. My mother came over this morning, and asked if she could have the boys for the day, and return them Sunday morning, knowing that I wanted as much time with Julie as I could get that day, I eagerly accepted her offer. The boys were gone by 9:30, and I was on the phone with Julie in a matter of seconds after they left. Julie told me she would be right over as soon as she could make it, and told me she had an additional plan to discuss with me. 

Julie arrived at 10:27, and we quickly set up the basement TV room for what I was going to do that day. I did several mock stage shows for her, and by lunch she was quite happy with the progress I had made. She was quite hesitant about something, and when I asked her about it, she slowly told me what she had thought of the night before. She suggested that she call two or three guys and have them come over. That would give me an opportunity to perform in front of them, and practice doing a few lap dances as well. It was my turn to be hesitant, and ask questions of what went on during a lap dance. She explained to me that the guys would be seated in an armchair with me on top of them. I would be giving them close up looks of my breasts, and pussy while I worked on getting them worked up. When I asked her what happened if the guys got carried away with the situation, and she told me that I was in control, and could have a man removed from the building if I chose to. 

Then I asked her about other activities that the men might ask about, and she told me that if I was asked it was entirely my option, but did say that some men would offer quite q lot for some after hours activity. She had to explain that some men had offered up to $500 for a girl to have sex with him after she got off work! She then went on to explain how we got paid. The length of each song is about three minutes on average, and for each song we were with a guy lap dancing, he would pay $20. We would then collect the cash from him, report to the door man what our song total was, and give him half of the cash paid to us. If a guy wanted to work on a time basis, it was 20 songs an hour, or $400, $200 for a half hour, and $100 for 15 minutes. 

Julie then asked again about calling some men over, and I hesitantly agreed to try out my stage show, and perhaps work a few lap dance practices in. She made 4 phone calls, and told me that we would have company in about a half-hour. We then went to the kitchen to set up a small bar area in the living room. We laid out an imaginary stage area, and placed a few chairs around for the guys. She told me that Connie would be all right, but she suggested that I chose a working name to help keep my true identity unknown. We decided that I would use the name Monique. 

The guys arrived one at a time over a 10-minute period starting about 10:45, and as each came in, they were offered a drink, and asked to choose a seat. Dan arrived first, followed by Keith, Jim, and Martin. Julie explained to them what was going to happen, and that I was a raw rookie at this. She said that if I chose to not go through with it they were to leave immediately! She introduced me to them, and she called me Monique, and told the guys that that was the name I was to be called by at the club. We had both worn our stage costumes, which would double as our working clothes. I was really glad that Julie has a 36-C bra, while my breasts measured in at a 36-D. That gave my breasts an extra boost that left them slightly humped up where they were exposed just above my nipples. Julie, and I acted as hostesses for a while, sitting with the guys, talking and so on, until Martin asked me If I would do a table dance for him. My spine tingled with anticipation as I hesitantly said that I would be delighted to. He moved over to a large armchair, and Julie followed us across the room, to set me up with a table, and to coach me through my activities. Martin took his place in the chair, while Julie pulled a short table between his legs. She the placed a tape in the stereo, and when it began playing, Martin said he was looking to have a 15 minute session. I have to admit that I was rather crude when I first tried my hand at lap dancing, and Julie quickly asked me to allow her to show me what was expected. 

I watched as she sat down in between his legs, and removed her shoes, saying she didn’t want to damage any of his more delicate parts. She then proceeded to remove her dress, before getting in close with him. She slithered her way from his knees to his head rubbing her ample breasts along his body. The two of them were talking and she definitely left the impression that there was more to come, if she could be convinced to participate. His hands were sliding up and down her back as she did a good imitation of making love to hi! She asked him if he would like her to undo her bra, his reply soon saw her popping open the bra and allowing him to caress her tits. I felt a thrill run up my spine as I stood there mesmerized by her performance! 

I asked her how far the guys could actually go, she replied that it was entirely up to me how far they went. I watched her for three songs, and then told her that I was in control, and wanted to get back to my practicing. She gave me a smile as she moved out of Martin’s lap as she told me to continue. I was amazed at how easily I had been taken over by this completely absurd activity, especially for a married woman.

I eagerly slipped onto his lap, and began to give him my best effort. I asked him in the sexiest voice that I had if he would like to undo my bra. The flashes of complete thrills continued to pass up and down my spine as he slowly moved his hands between my breasts, and undid the hook there. The sudden freedom of my breasts was both thrilling, and one of the sexiest things I had ever done! 

Julie told me to lay back on the table, and use my hands to flash my pussy at him. It took little encouragement from her before I was flat on my back, with my feet beside his ears. My fingers slipped into the leg openings, and I moved my hands from side to side flashing my hairy bush at him. Julie saw that my pubic hair was quite extensive, and told me I should ask Kevin about trimming my bush. I could always tell him I was doing it for him.

So that was why she had begged me to allow her to trim herself. I was so intrigued with what I was reading that I couldn’t stop! That was as far as she went at that time, and as the boys were again acting up, I set the book aside for the time being. I still had a couple of things I wanted to do around the house, so I again recruited my sons to assist me. I didn’t get a chance to read more until I had the boys in bed for the night. 

The next two weeks will be used for making the necessary arrangements with the management at The Maison Rouge to give me a trial for a permanent position with them. Julie spent quite a bit of time setting things up for me and I simply couldn’t let her down at least for the two weekends of my trial period.

Friday, April 09, 1999 My mother has the boys for the weekend, and tonight will be my first experience stripping! Kevin left right after work, at about 4:45, the boys were gone by 5:30, and I was due to make my initial appearance at the Maison Rouge at 9:00 tonight, I am already tingling all over with anticipation. Julie has everything I will require, (I can’t take a chance on Kevin discovering anything!) and has said she will pick my up at 8:15. 

Sunday, April 09 10:47 PM. I just arrived home. WOW, what a weekend! We arrived at work shortly before 9:00, and changed into our working clothes. I had chosen to wear the same black dress with red lingerie as I had initially worn when Julie first planted the seeds of stripping into my brain. Julie led me to a curtained off area where the girls all changed, and she pointed out the stereo system we played our tapes in to me, as well as introducing me to the other girls as the entered. The first men were admitted right at 9:00, and the girls were encouraged to start working them. 

Julie ushered me out to the main floor area, and took me on a quick tour of the facility. The dance stage is over half the size of my bedroom, and about knee high above the floor. She then showed me the areas where the girls do the table dances. She told me that any of the large armchairs were acceptable, at no extra charge to the guys. There was a separate area that contained a dozen more armchairs that would cost a guy an extra $10, as well as a series of curtained off areas just large enough for a chair, a lamp on a table, and the table that we danced on. That area would cost a guy an extra $20. It allowed them to have us perform in a more private area than out in the open like the other areas. She told me that a woman could get away with giving a guy a few extra liberties there. She the led me back to a table where we sat down to talk for a few minutes. On the way to an empty table she introduced me to Rick, and Mike the men we gave the house portion of our take to.

She told me it was her job to ensure that all the girls were putting a good effort into entertaining the men that came into the club, and to expect her to get after me if I was not working the floor on a rather regular basis. I told her that I understood what she meant, and asked her if there was anything else she wanted to tell me right then. She said that I was going to be the third dancer to go on stage, and suggested that I watch the first two performers. She then explained to me that it was my responsibility to be ready for when Mike or Rick told me I had two songs left before my turn came up. Then she added that I was to make the announcement as to whom it was going on stage. 

I said thank you to her as I stood up, and looked around to see if there were any men were sitting alone. I saw a guy across the room, and I saw a guy just as he sat down. I went across the room to ask if I could sit with him. I introduced myself to him, and he said his name was Carl. He said he was waiting for Lisa, but agreed to let me sit with him until she showed up. I told him that it was my first day working there, and he said that he had been coming in for several months. 

We talked for several minutes before a rather slight, but good-looking woman came over to talk with him. Carl excused himself, and the two of them made their way towards the table dance area. I assumed that I had just met Lisa. I took another look around, and saw a table with two guys sitting at it, what the hell I figured. I walked over to them, and again introduced myself. Their names were Mark and Harvey. I again engaged the guys in some small talk, before asking if either of them would be interested in a lap dance. Harvey replied that they were actually hoping to get in a few lap dances that night. He added that they wanted two women and armchairs next to each other. I took a quick look around and saw Julie sitting all alone. I waved her over, and after explaining what the guys wanted, we told them to choose their seats. They picked two chairs not far from the stage. Julie talked to me as we picked up our tables, and reminded me that I was supposed to keep at least a bra, and panties on, but added that I could lift, or lower either if I chose to. 

I slowed and arrived just after Julie did, and ended up in front of Mark. I deliberately waited and followed the actions of Julie. She placed the table between Harvey’s legs, sat down, and slowly removed her dress. I felt those familiar tingles run up my spine as I followed her lead! I asked Mark how much he was willing to pay for this session, and he said that he was ready to spend $200. Knowing that I had a half-hour to go, I began giving him my best effort. He was quite cautious to start, but slowly got a bit bolder as I reacted to his actions. He rubbed my back with his hands; I nestled in closer to him. His hands slithered to my hips, and I shifted mine closer to his cock. I caught Julie as she hoisted her bra up to show off her tits, and I quickly followed her lead again. Mark took the opportunity, and had a quick nibble of my left nipple. GOD! It sent even more tingles up my spine, and I knew that I was going to have a lot of fun doing this! I allowed him to nibble for a minute or two before sliding my body down his, as I pushed the table back I let my head slide all the way to where his cock was hiding in his pants. 

I breathed heavily through his pants, right onto his cock, and he moaned his delight! While my tits were below his knees, I deftly undid the front close hook of my bra, and again I slithered my way back up his body. His hands had gone to the back of my head, and as I came back up, the hands followed the curves of my shoulders, sides, and of course across to grip my firm tits. 

He complimented me; “Those have to be the best breasts in this place! Where have you been all of my life?” 

“I’ll never tell,” I told him as he gave both a gentle squeeze. My hands were on his head, and I pulled it in to nestle between my breasts. I felt his tongue as he licked both oh them. I slowly refastened my bra, and as I did, I pulled the table in close with my feet. I leaned back onto the table, and as I did, my right hand went to the crotch of my panties. 

My fingers slipped inside them, and began to wriggle around. Mark’s hands were busy rubbing my legs while my fingers were shifting the panties around giving him quick glimpses of the treasure hidden inside them. My left hand was behind my head, and as I watched him, his hand began moving, and as it did, my left hand moved as well, and I covered up my pussy just before his hand got there. His eyes pleaded with me, but I shifted myself into a sitting position on the table. I informed him that I had to keep some things confidential, after all I had a lover already! The money for the table dances was being given to me when a girl named Marie announced the first stage show. I quickly headed over to pay my dance fees. It cost me $100 of the $200 I had been given. I chose a seat at a table with Julie to watch the first stage show. Julie told me that stage shows go on about every hour, and stated that my time would be about 11:30, the first being about 9:30.




The Diary Ch. 01



I was quite intrigued by this time, but the youngest of the boys was awake, and I had to put the diary down to see what his problem was! It turned out to be that he needed a bathroom break, so I led him off to do what ever he had to do. Connie’s diary was not only burning a hole in my mentality, but my sexuality as well; I just had to go back to it! I couldn’t believe she had been doing this for the last three and a half years. 

Marie strutted through the tables on her way to the stage giving several guys a caress on the head, or a shoulder, and even a chest or two. I watched in awe as she made her way onto the stage. She had placed a few seconds of blank tape right at the beginning of her musical selections and that allowed her to be on the stage when the music started. I was heavily concentrating on her show while, trying to absorb as many of the more subtle details of her act. I was amazed when she left the stage with out her dress to float around the room giving guys an abbreviated lap dance from time to time, of pulling their head in between her breasts. I watched, and tried to imagine some of her moves in my own performance. 

She even incorporated a guy to help remove her tie top. He tugged the tie to free her breasts from her bikini top. She used a large blanket for the last two songs as I could easily imagine the tile floor being quite cool. Julie sat back watching me as I watched Marie. When the show was over, she simply stated that it looked like I had spent the time watching to good use. I thanked her for her comments, and saw a guy as he walked in the door. I excused myself, and as soon as he had taken a seat, I was asking if I could join him. He said that he would be happy to have me sit with him, and after we introduced ourselves, (his name was Brian) I asked how long he had been coming into the Maison Rouge. He replied that this was his third time, and I told him that I was the new girl on staff. 

I asked if he was ready for a dance, he instantly said “Yes.”

I reminded him of my status, and said I wanted to watch the next dancer, if that was OK with him. He said that he had planned on spending 4 of maybe even as much as $600 that night! I told him that I would be more than willing to reserve myself, if he was enjoying my performance, and we were interrupted. He said that that would be fine with him, and he walked over to Rick, and paid him $20 for a private area. Rick led the way, and chose an empty booth for us. The second song after Marie’s show was already playing, so I knew that I would have about 8 songs to convince Brian to wait for me. He was eager, and seated with me sitting on the table with my dress off before the next song started. 

When the next song came on I started my lap dancing. I placed my feet beside his hips, and using his shoulders, I pulled myself into a standing position letting my tits slither along his body. His head was tilted back, and I felt his mouth as it kissed my head, chest, tits, belly, and finally the panties that were the only thing between my smoldering sex, and his mouth. I tingled as I felt his hot breath flood across my hot pussy lips! I continued by grinding my sex against his face, while he breathed in my heady aromas. We continued our activities until I heard the announcement of the next stage show. He had seen my trimmed pussy hair and my tits by then, and I had even allowed him to caress my tits for more than a minute over three occasions. 

“ I have to go, and watch this show, will you be wanting me to finish, or would you rather have a different girl for a while?” I asked him. 

He replied that he would be more than happy to watch with me while I watched the show! I did however have to ask him for the $160 before we left that area, he was happy to pass across the required payment. I told Rick that we would be back as soon as Lisa was finished We moved to a table by the stage where we sat down to watch. He called one of the guys over, and ordered two drinks. He had a beer, while I chose a screwdriver. Lisa was on stage, and I again watched with apt attention as she did her performance. There was little that I hadn’t seen as yet, but I saw Julie watching for me when we came out, so I was glad to have come. 

I was slightly shocked to see one guy lay on his back on stage with a bill between his teeth! Lisa plucked it out with the elastic of her panties! I commented to Brian about getting tips that way; and he replied that if I continued, I might even collect a few bucks like that. Julie came over to me, and told me it was part of my job was to bring Lisa off stage by talking to the guys telling them that another show would be coming on stage soon, and to remind then about getting their favorite girl up for a table dance. When her last song started, I excused myself from Brian telling him I had a quick task to do, and not to worry, I would be back in a few minutes. I headed for the back room, and as her song ended, I made my announcement. 

“Gentlemen! Let’s hear it for Lisa, what a great show! She will be out there to do a table dance for you shortly, in the mean time why don’t you pick her, or any other of the lovely ladies out there for a few minutes of delight full table dancing! We will have another stage show for you in a short while, so have a drink, and call over your favorite lady for some great fun”. I hung up the microphone, and headed back to see Brian. 

I saw Julie sitting with Brian as soon as I walked through the curtain. I hurried over but before I could say anything, she said I must be doing all right, he was waiting for me! I led him back to where we had been, and as we passed Rick, I told him one song would be sufficient notice for me. He said that was fine, and said the booth we had earlier was still empty! We walked down the front of several booths before we arrived at ours. I pulled the curtain open letting him go in first. He seated himself while I removed my dress, and pulled the table into position. I began almost where we had left off earlier, my bra undone, and my tits mashed against his face! I knew that our time wouldn’t start until the next song, leaving 9 more for the time before my stage show. Rick was going to be here a song before that leaving us 8 songs in which to enjoy each other’s company! 

I could feel his love tool as it began to swell with desire due to me grinding myself against it! I pushed back from his body letting myself lay back on the table. I lifted my hips up, and slid my hands along his legs towards his cock. I grabbed it through his pants, and gave him a brief hand job! 

“I might even spend more than $600 if you keep that up,” He moaned as my fingers gripped his manhood! 

I slipped one hand around to the front of my panties, and as his hands slid up my legs to my hips, I tugged aside the triangle of material. His fingers deftly caressed the waiting pussy lips, ever so lightly. I had to let a small moan escape as his fingers continued to gently caress my secret place. I let him go on like that for about a minute before I snapped the panties back into place, put my feet back by his hips, and again came back into a sitting position. I wanted to see what he would do, so I again pulled myself into a standing position, with my pussy right in front of his face. One hand went back to the panties, and tugged them aside for his viewing pleasure. He breathed heavily onto my exposed sex, and as he did, I shifted my hips forward, and touched my pussy lips to his mouth. I received several quick licks the full length of my exposed pussy. I again let a second moan escape. 

There was little else I could do, but to continue what I was doing, and I must add that I loved it! I had to try to remember when Rick was coming, so as to not get caught in too much of a compromising position my first day at work. I had just closed my panties, and Brian was sliding his hands towards my knees when Rick finally announced that I had one more song to go. I was in agony as I told Brian my time was up for now, and that I was required on stage, and I needed another $160 from him. He again was eager to pay what I was owed, and said that he would be waiting for me when I came off stage! 

I quickly pulled the dress back on, and made my way over to give up the $80 to Rick. When that part of my duties were finished, I headed for the back room to make the announcement I was going on stage! 

I picked up the mike again, and when the song playing ended, I said! “Well gentlemen, it’s time for another stage show but in the mean time, don’t forget those lovely ladies out there waiting to table dance for you! Now let’s hear a big welcome to the magnificent Monique, for her first time dancing for you at the Maison Rouge”! 

I plugged in the tape, and made my way to the stage! Brian had taken a seat right at the front of the stage, and as I stepped up, I gave him a big smile! The first song I had was long cool woman, and because Julie had insisted on a delay, the song began shortly after I was on the stage! 

I strutted my body all the way around the stage giving all the guys looking a long look at me as I did. The dress was flowing nicely between my legs as I took long slow steps. I began a series of knee bends designed to expose my legs as the dress flowed between them. I moved over to the back wall with a swagger that had the dress flowing across both legs, and when I was there I had one hand on the wall while the other tugged the dress up. My lower hand pulled the dress up to reveal the elastic on my right hip to the guys on that side of the stage. I wandered my way back to the edge of the stage, right in front of Brian, and as soon as I was there, I did another knee bend, just for him, only this time, I ensured that the dress was outside of a leg! He was given the full view of my panty crotch! 

The song was ending shortly, and as soon as it did, I stood up again. Brian had the foresight to bring my drink with him, and he had placed it on the edge of his table closest to the stage! He pointed it out to me, and as the next song (I don’t know the name of it as it came from one of Julie’s tapes), but it was slow, and very sexy! I did a session similar to what I had all ready done, but this time I pulled the shoulder straps of the dress off, and allowed it to fall away to reveal the bra I had on. The dress was agreeable, and didn’t fall off but bunched up at my hips. The next song was going to be great! That tune ended, and Rod Stewart began singing “If You Want My Body, And You Think I’m Sexy. Come on Baby Let Me Know!” 

I did a few wild things like flip the dress around, and about half way through the song, I stopped, right in front of Brian. I looked down at him and with a bit of a pout on my face, I announced to him that I would need his assistance getting my dress off! He hesitantly stood up, and slowly placed his hands on my ankles. While I stood there, his hands slowly made their way up my legs, to my knees, then my hips, inside the dress, then up my sides to my armpits, and then along my arms to remove the dress! When his arms were almost fully extended (I am quite tall, even on an even surface) I lowered myself down, my hands finding his, and following the curves, they eventually were on his shoulders, while my breasts were against his belly! 

When the dress was finally in his hands, I stood, then turned away from him, and sexily walked to the back wall! The next three songs saw my bra, and then my panties come off before the last song came on. My last song, “Wild Thing” was done naked, and it was during that one that a guy sitting two tables from Brian called me over. He passed me two $20 bills and told me I was the best new talent he had seen in several years! I thanked him, but then he told me he was the owner of the Maison Rouge! The words he had spoken suddenly took on a new meaning, and I thanked him a second time. I turned to finish my set, and almost tripped over Brian! He was laying on the stage, bills stuck in his mouth! I straddled his body with my legs, and slowly lowered my pussy to his crotch! I ended up sitting right on his still hard manhood! My hands went to his shoulders, and once there, I slowly crawled the length of his body, all of me passing over his face.

“You are a bad boy Brian,” I told him just before I used my teeth to pluck the money from his mouth! I again crawled the length of his body before standing up as the last song ended. 

I was surprised to hear someone telling the guys to congratulate me on a fine first performance before going on about getting themselves a table dance. I gathered up my bra and panties before collecting my dress from Brian. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before telling him I would be back in a few minutes. I headed for the back room to dress again. I was absolutely thrilled that I had been able to do what I had done without quitting! If only Kevin could see me now I thought as I walked through the curtain. 

I took two songs to dress again, AND I had earned $70 for taking off my clothes for a room full of men! When I walked back out, Brian was still there waiting for me. He had a huge smile on his face! 

“How are you doing handsome” I asked him. 

“I’m just great, now lets go so I can spend some more of my money!” He said to me. 

We took hands and we walked towards the same area we had been in before. Julie was just coming out as we entered, and she said that I had done well, considering that she had missed the first song! She smiled when she saw Brian walking with me to the private table dance area.

“You might even be better than I thought you would if you can keep up the pace you are setting tonight!” she added. 

I let Brian enter first, and told him I would be right with him, I asked Rick to bring me a drink. I was still feeling the effects of my stage show, and wanted to settle down a bit before going in with Brian. Rick brought me the drink as one song ended, and I stood there talking quietly with him for another one before I entered the area that Brian was in. I apologized to him for taking my time, but I was a bit exhausted, and excited from doing my first professional strip show. He said that he could understand that, and said it was OK by him if I took a few minutes to recover. He gave me a congratulatory kiss, and said that I should be quite proud of what I had done, as few women are capable of doing the work I was doing! I asked him how much time he wanted, and he said that he had $600 in his pocket, and if I wanted, it was all mine! I excused myself, went out to see Rick, and I told him I was going to be busy for an hour, and a half! I walked back to where Brian was waiting, and we began our sex dance. This time I left my dress on, but I took it off my shoulders, and slipped my panties off. The front part of the dress was between my legs as I sat down to hide my secret love spot. There was little to see from behind although the dress was quite transparent. I had little to fear from getting caught. 

I lay back on the table, and lifting my hips, I tugged the dress out from under me. Brian sat there watching as I exposed my love spot! His fingers again gave my exposed labia a series of tender caresses. My entire body was beginning to burn with lust as he gradually increased the pressure of his fingers. I could feel my lust juices as they began to flow, and I asked him how I tasted. He slipped a finger inside, and after swirling it around a minute, he moved it to his mouth. He stated that I tasted just fine as far as he was concerned! 

I stayed in a position that allowed him easy access to my sex, but after a while I sat up to snuggle in close to his chest, but only after I unhook the bra. I heard Rick as he escorted another couple to a booth further down the line, and listened for his return. He stopped for a second, and told me that I had used up 15 minutes of my 90! I had 75 minutes in which to make a big impression on Brian, I liked his style, and he was being quite nice, and extremely appreciative of what I was doing for him. Rick had just left, and I quickly decided that I was going to treat Brian to something he had probably not expected when he came in. I slithered my way back down his body. When I was eyeball to his cock, I slowly moved my hands to it. I acted like I was going to play with his zipper. I fooled him though. I slowly pulled the zipper down! I undid the top fastener, and tugged his pants wide open. 

It would have been very difficult for a person passing to see what I had done, but as soon as I was finished, I again wriggled my way back up his body until I was again sitting on his lap! 

I leaned forward, and whispered into his ear! “Do you want to have a bit of extra fun?” 

He didn’t hesitate; He asked me what I had in mind. 

“If I have to explain it, there is no point in doing it” I said to him still whispering! 

His eyes lit up, and he said he would be delighted to have some extra fun! My hands slipped down my body until they were on his cock head. I fingered the knob for a minute, and then I leaned backwards far enough to move his panty python to the entrance of my waiting pussy! He was lying back in the chair, and as I was on top, and I knew that I would had full control of the angle his cock penetrated me. 

I spent a few minutes with his cock teasing my outer pussy lips, knowing that it was not going to be long before I couldn’t wait any longer. I knew that if I leaned back I could take his cock as deep as I had ever had a cock before. I also knew that laying back would force his cock to rub harder against the front wall of my steamy hot pussy! I was still hot from my stage experience, and the thought of having sex in as public place as I was in only increased the sexual tension I was experiencing.

There was no way that I could believe what I was reading! My quiet wife actually allowed a complete stranger to fuck her in a public place! Like most men it was something I had often wondered about her doing that kind of thing, but mine had actually done it! I didn’t know whether to be happy, or completely pissed off about it. I did know that I was going to have to do something about it, what that might be I still had no idea what. I decided to take her diary to the bathroom, and continue reading. 

 I knew that it wouldn’t take me long to reach that point of orgasm that I had so very seldom experienced before, but I also knew that I wanted to reach it, and damned soon! The worst part of it was that Kevin wouldn’t be there to share it with me!

Thank God! I was worried that she would have such a good time that she would begin thinking about leaving me! To know that she could think about me at a time like that was both reassuring, and a huge relief to me. I decided that as long as she could think about me while she had sex with another man on her mind brought me to the realization that some how I had to share it with her, without embarrassing her to death. 

 I managed to drive any thoughts of my husband out of my mind, and with a quick thrust, Brian was fully engaged in sex with me. It was incredible! It was all I could do to keep from screaming out as his cock slid inside my waiting pussy! I had full control over what he could do as I was planted firmly on his lap. He was eager to flood my body with his spunk, but I told him to sit still, and I would do all the work for him. Brian kept his hands close to my partially shaved bush with his thumbs caressing my throbbing clitoris. He certainly knew how to tease one! His thumbs would move together trapping my lust bud between them, and then he would quickly move them up, and down as if his thumbs were a tiny pussy, and my clit a horny cock! I managed to keep him from pumping his load of come for over 10 minutes before he pulled my head to his, and kissed me as his cock twitched it’s dance of fulfilled lust! 




The Diary Ch. 01



Brian asked me what I was doing after work, I replied that I wasn’t all that sure what I would be doing, and added that there was no way that I would go to his place, or take him to mine! We began talking while we waited for our bodies to recover from our recent exertions. He was full of questions for me. Was I with a man full time? Was I going to be back in the next week? Would I go out with him? I answered each of his questions as honestly as I felt I could, and after a while he had me thinking about making him a regular partner when I was at work! I finally told him that I would not have a regular schedule at work, as it depended on things over which I had little or no control. I was both surprised, and shocked when Rick announced that I had two songs left in my hour, and a half! I slipped my panties back on after wiping myself with Brian’s handkerchief! He told me that he would be back the next week, but I had to tell him I wasn’t sure if I would be, but I should be back with in the next three weeks! The last of our songs ended, and as it did, I slowly stood up, pulled him to his feet, and grabbing his cock with my left hand, I kissed him hard on the lips! I asked him what he was going to do now, and he said he might stick around for a while, just to see what was happening! 

A quick look at my watch told me it was 1:30 AM, and it dawned on me that I had earned $650! I had done that in less than 5 hours! I knew that I was going to be looking forward to my weekends at the Maison Rouge! I watched Brian as he stopped at the cash machine, and withdrew some extra cash. He picked a seat, and ordered a drink. When I had finished with Rick, I looked around for Julie, and saw her sitting alone across the room. I walked over to sit with her. She asked me where I had been, and I replied that I had been working and pointed out Brian to her. She smiled as she looked up at me. I sat down and as I did, I asked her what the girls normally did after work. She told me that every Friday; they all headed over to her place for a few drinks, and for the women wanting a man besides their regular mate to get in some extra curricular sex! 

That intrigued me, so I asked her for more details. She said that some of the girls wanted to indulge their fantasies by getting laid by men other than a husband or boyfriend. She simply gave them a place to do it! I asked her how she kept the stray sex maniacs away! She told me that the girls all met the guys at a hotel, and then after being blindfolded, they rode with the girls to her place! The guys were then driven back to their cars, again with a blindfold! None of the guys ever knew where they had gone! She told me that everything done at her home was done out in the open, no body went to a bedroom, it was all done right there, out in front of everybody! 

“Tonight is Friday, right? I asked her. 

“Yes! Why?” she asked! I told her that I had a guy in mind to have sex with! She looked across the room at Brian, and asked if he was the guy! 

“Yes! “ I replied! She wrote out her address, passed it to me, and told me to tell Brian to meet us at a particular hotel downtown! 

I thanked her, and then with a quick look around, I saw several men sitting alone. I told Julie it was time for me to go back to work again. I walked over to where Brian was sitting, and sat down across from him. 

“If you want some more of my body, stick around until after I get off work. If you are still here, I will tell you what to do, and where to meet me! I hope you don’t mind, but I am thinking that I might even want two men tonight, so be prepared if I find another guy to join us!”

I spent a couple of minutes with Brian before I excused myself telling him I was going to get back to work again! I spotted an older gentleman sitting alone across the stage from Brian, he wasn’t that much older, but he was older! I made my way over to his table, and asked if he would mind some company. 

I introduced myself to him, and he replied telling me his name was Ron. I had just taken a seat with him, when another of the girls announced herself coming on stage. Francine soon took center stage for a while. I sat with Ron, and we politely clapped with the rest of the guys after each of her songs. When she was gathering up her belongings after her show, I asked Ron if he would be interested in a table dance with me. He hesitated briefly, but after I told him it would be a lot of fun he agreed to me performing for him! He said he only had $180 that he could spend, so I told him what his options were! He chose to have me perform in a corner behind us, so I headed off to pick up a table for my use. 

When I had a table, I called him over to take a seat. I knew that it was roughly 2:00 AM, so I made my way over to where we had chosen rather quickly. He sat himself in a chair, and waited while I slipped the table between his legs. I asked if he had been coming there often, and he said that it was his first time there! I told him that it was my first time as well, and he then told me that he had lied about the $180. He actually had $620 to blow on entertainment. A friend of his had told him about the place, and he was hoping to find a night’s worth of entertainment, and he figured that I would be good entertainment. I suggested a more private setting, and recommended one of the privacy booths along the opposite wall! He was quick to agree, so we headed for the other side of the room. 

Ron was a bit more aggressive than Brian was, but I felt that there was no reason to call for help, because he took the hints, and actions as I intended them, and we both had a relatively good time! I had again left my dress on, and pulled the top of it off my shoulders to reveal my bra for him. I had chosen to perform like that just in case I decided to involve him into some further action, just like I had done to Brian. I had only been working on him for a few minutes before I realized that I did indeed want to become more involved! His cock was HUGE! He was at least twice the thickness of Kevin, and Brian. I could also tell it was a bit longer as well! I maneuvered my body into a position where I was laying on my back with one foot on either side of his hips. I then began to slide the panties I was wearing up towards my knees. When they were at my knees, I moved my feet between his legs, and asked if he would care to remove them for me. The request had barely been spoken before he had them off! 

I was definitely glad that the club lighting was quite low, and all done with red lights. I again did my thing with his pants, just like I had done to Brian earlier. When I had his pants open, and his cock poised at my still moist opening, I asked him if he was willing to indulge his cock with my pussy. There was no hesitation as he wriggled his body to try penetrating my sex with his cock! 

“Easy there big guy, we have a while yet, let’s not get to excited”! I told him. I was still hovering over his cock as I held my body up with both feet, and one hand. My other hand was trying to wrap itself around his massive love tool. I began to tease the head of his cock by rubbing it against my more than willing pussy! I was trying to get myself all juiced up in order to be able to take his monster lust machine into my waiting pussy. 

Ron did as he was told, and settled into the chair knowing that I would take him as soon as I figured I was ready. In the mean time his hand was busy playing with my clit! He used a different technique that Brian had. Ron was using the thumb, and fingers of one hand to manipulate my clitoris! His method was effective, and I soon felt confident I could handle what he had to offer me. I began to easy myself closer to sitting in his lap, and as I did, he began to penetrate me! The big knob made it past my entrance, and then I lifted myself off, only to come back down again, getting him in a little bit more each time. GOD! BUT HIS COCK WAS BIG! It felt like he was going to split me wide open! It took me awhile, but I soon had his cock as far in as I could get it. It was a good thing I managed to get it all in when I did, because my arm was getting tired.

I have no idea how, but Ron managed to keep himself from filling my with his love juice before I had him completely inside my sex starved pussy. It took me that long to get his thick meaty tool all the way in. It wasn’t all that long after he was all the way in that he grunted quietly, and pumped his cock juices into me! 

“That was fun! Would you like some more after I get off work”? I asked him. 

“OH god! Yes” he replied to my question! 

I asked if he minded it being a tree some. His reply was that he didn’t care, he just wanted another fuck session with me! The two of us continued our lusty dance until I was told my time was up. I explained to Ron how it would work when we left and he agreed to every thing. Ron passed me the $600 and I dutifully passed on my share to Rick when we left. The speaker system announced that the girl on stage was the last show of the night, and said that the girls would start heading home if they weren’t busy table dancing. I peeked at my watch to discover it was 3:30 AM. I led Ron over to where Brian was sitting and told them that I was going to take both of them with me when I finished working. 

I looked around the room, and again I saw a guy sitting all alone. I immediately headed his way, and I soon had him talked into having a table dance with me. His name was Bob, and he ended up giving me an additional $200 for a half-hour! I managed to control myself, and keep his cock in his pants. He left a happy man, because I did allow him to caress my pussy for a few minutes. Julie was waiting for me when I came out of my session with Bob. She told me that there were three other girls besides her, and I heading for her place. 

“I see that you have decide to bring two guys with you!” she cooed. 

“Yes I have, the older one has a cock the size of a big tree!” I told her! “I think that even you might want a sample of his joy stick!” I added! 

“That sounds interesting enough, but I have two guys as well”! she said. That will make a total of 8 guys, and 5 women, that should make for one hell of a party!”

This was absolutely incredible! Not only was she enjoying some strange cock, she was enjoying a lot of strange cock, at least two already, and the first day on a new sex trade job! The thought of her still drawing the attention of strange men not only excited me, but it thrilled me, especially since they were excited enough to have sex with her, I had been getting a bit bored with the entire relationship as it was! This was throwing a whole new light on my wife, and her newly awakened sexuality! I suddenly realized how horny I was, and decided to let her know that I knew, but the big question was how. That would take some thought. 

I headed for the table my two studs were sitting at, and told them to meet me at the designated hotel. Julie, and I had both brought our cars, after all she had no idea that things would work out this way! Julie had told me that the hotel in question was open late, and we could get there in time for a drink or two if we hurried! She had already changed into her street clothes, and I wanted a drink badly, so I decided to go as I was. I grabbed my clothes, tossed them into a bag, and headed out the door! 

When I had come out after picking up my clothes, Brian, and Bob were already gone. I could only hope they would meet me there. I followed Julie as she drove to the hotel. She must have been as thirsty as I was, because she didn’t waste any time getting there! We both rushed inside to the bar, and I was greatly relieved to see Bob, and Brian sitting at the bar, drinks in hand. I had thrown my jacket on over my working dress, and had not done it up, and as I walked it was flashing everybody that bothered to look. I saw that both Brian and Bob were looking, and I made a big show of my entrance! The lighting was considerably brighter, and I knew that every curve, and color could be seen through the filmy dress! The bartender couldn’t take his eyes off of me, and I reveled in the knowledge. It had been a long time since I had felt this sexy! Kevin hadn’t even made me feel like this in ages. 

I slipped in between my two men, and asked them if the would consider buying a poor desperate woman a screwdriver to drink. They both called the bar keep over, and in a flash I had two drinks in front of me! I turned my back to the bar, and had a quick look around only to see that there were only six other men in attendance besides the 8 we had brought! I slipped the jacket off, and allowed the shoulder strap on my right shoulder to slip off. All the men sitting at the tables all scrambled to get a closer look! God! I felt as hot and sexy as I had ever done in my entire life! I soon had 8 guys examining all of me as I stood with my back to the bar. The bar tender even came around, and pretended to wipe down tables as I stood there with my tits thrust out to the entire room. 

Julie could see what I was doing, and in order to assist me, she popped the top three buttons of her shirt open to join me in exposing ourselves to the guys! I looked around in an amazed manner to realize that there were 5 women, and 15 men in attendance, and almost all of them because I had chosen to wear what I had on! 

“Would any of you handsome brutes like to have some fun?” I asked the gathered guys! 

There wasn’t a voice that said no! The other girls had quickly seen what I was doing, and they all joined in as they undid buttons, or tied their shirts in knots to reveal more skin! 

“The five of us girls are looking to have a bit of fun! Are any of you guys willing to help us with some hard cocks?” I asked them! 

There was a chorus of approving voices that replied to me! 

“Well then, let’s all have another drink, and we will tell you what has to happen before we all get lucky!” The bar tender called to me, and after I turned to face him, he told me that he had another half hour of work before he could get off, but added that he would supply each person three drinks to keep us around for a while! We all agreed, and soon there were 60 drinks on the bar! 

The 14 of us that didn’t have to work were soon sitting around three tables in a back corner. The 14 guys all had chairs and the ladies all took turns as we moved from lap to lap! None of us did anything to stop the guys from doing some extra handwork while we sat there either! Each of the guys slipped a hand under my dress, and felt my soaked panties! The guys were getting us to move every few minutes to ensure that we all had a bit of time in each of their laps! I had never thought that doing what I was could be such an exciting thrill! The only thing that could have possibly made it better was to have 14 of my husband sitting around the tables! 

Jason, the guy behind the bar was working hard to get everything done so we could all head for Julie’s home! The guys were all a bit disappointed to discover that they would have to be blindfolded, but it was the only way, and none of them refused the chance because of it. Jason called over to say that he had 5 minutes left, and Julie called a taxi company, and ordered 5 limousines to the bar. Each of the girls would go with 3 guys in each car! The only stipulation was that the guys NOT find out where her home was! I grabbed on to Bob, and Brian as soon as we decided how to travel, and a quick look around saw me choosing a guy named Ken as my third guy! Julie had gone to the door to see if the cars had arrived, and she soon returned telling us that 4 of the cars were there. I told her that I would be along in the last one, and the others all left while my 3 guys, and I waited in the lobby. The first 4 cars had just pulled out when the last one arrived. The 4 of us climbed in after I passed the address to the driver. I told him to wait until I had tied the eyes of my guests, and when I had that done, I told him to go a head! 

The guys had all taken seats across the car, and as I slipped in, they pulled me down across their laps! I had gotten in on the passenger side, and as I sprawled across them, I had bob by my head, Brian at my back, and Ken at my hips, while my legs were curled up in front of me! I landed on my back, and as a result, my front was up, and right away, I had 6 hands groping me all over! I kept a close eye on the blindfolds, and to my surprise none of the guys did anything to remove them! They spent most of the time sliding their hands all over me! 

When we arrived at Julie’s home (a large house on a rather deserted roadway several miles out of town) I told the guys it was time to go in. They reluctantly quit checking out my well felt up body, and allowed me to get out of the car. I helped them get out, and escorted them to the front door. Julie had left it open, and called to tell us they were all in the back yard. I led the guys through the house, and when they were outside again, I untied their blindfolds. I was so busy guiding them that I didn’t even see the swimming pool! The guys no sooner had their eyes opened again and I felt it was my turn to look around. There were the rest of the group sitting around, drinks in hand, a huge swimming pool, and not a ripple in the water.

I knew that if this was going to go where I thought it was it was time to change where I was! My cock was harder than it had been in a long time, and I knew that I had to go to a place where I could jerk off in comfort! I chose the bathroom, and settled in to read some more of my wife’s diary! 

 Things started slowly, but when they sped up, they moved FAST! Dan, one of the guys from the club asked Stephanie if he could indulge her in a table dance! She replied that there were rules that every one had to follow for a lap dance session at Julie’s house! I listened intently as Julie explained the rules! 1) Each session would cost $10, and each session would be three songs long. 2) The guy getting a dance session would have to remove one article of clothing, ladies choice! 3) When a guy was naked, he could choose the article of clothing the woman dancing for him took off! 4) When every one was naked, all was fair in sex, and fucking! 5) No sex until both people were naked! I felt a dozen tingles running up and down my spine as I listened to the rules! I was in a state of disbelief at what I was doing, and a complete state of sexual desire as to what was going to happen! 

Stephanie chose his shirt, and did the three songs that the rules required! We all stood there watching as Stephanie, and Don allowed their hands free reign on each other’s bodies! The first song had hardly started when Ken passed a $10 bill to me! I pointed to a chair by the pool, and as he walked towards it I followed him! I claimed his pants! The sight of Ken getting a lap dance with no pants on soon had the guys lined up to get a lap dance, three guys for each woman! The lap dances had gone through each guy once when Julie again made another rule! 6) Lap dances between naked people shall last only for one song! OH MY GOD! A GUY IN MY PUSSY FOR THREE MINUTES, AND THEN OUT FOR SIX! HE WOULD BE ABLE TO LAST A LONG TIME BEFORE PUMPING HIS LOAD OF COME INTO ME! THIS WAS GOING TO GET SUPER HOT! 

It took about a half- hour before the guys were all naked, rock hard cocks flapping as they walked around! The most any of the women was wearing was 4 items, shirt, slacks, bra, and panties. I only had three. I wore my bra, panties, and the black filmy dress. Julie also wore a dress, so her and I would be naked first. My first lap dance with a naked guy was for Carl. He had me remove my panties. It felt delicious having his cock rub against my excited clit. GOD! BUT IT FELT GOOD! It was all I could do to keep from coming as I did my lap dance for him. It was decided that there would be no penetrating sex until we were all naked. There were 10 chairs around the pool. And this is the way things worked out. Each of us women had two chairs to work that meant that a guy was waiting in the other chair. That left a third guy that could be standing there, or perhaps even moving to get in line with a different woman. 




The Diary Ch. 02



I’m glad that you have come back, I hope that you enjoyed the first story that I have sent to you! This one involves the Christmas break! It was a disastrous two-week period for me at work! Connie had made arrangements for our two boys to be with her mother over the Christmas season several weeks before! I remembered that time very well! That is why I chose to read this part of her diary next! I found it very exciting, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Connie has been hanging around the house for a good portion of the time I am home, and it has been a while since my last story! She doesn’t leave me much time to type this stuff up for public consumption! You will just have to bear with me and the time it takes for me to get the parts out as best I can! All of the writing you see in Italics is right from her diary again. OH YES! By the way, Connie stands 5 foot 9 inches tall, and weighs in at a slim 137 pounds! Her body has a 38D-24-36 figure topped with black hair that comes down to her nipples! 

Tuesday 26 December. Kevin has been sent out of town again, he left two days before Christmas, and said he would be gone for at least a week. He also told me that he would call me every night. I asked him to make sure he called before 8:00 PM when he did. I am sure glad that he didn’t ask any questions about why. I called Julie, and told her I was available for work at the Maison Rouge for all of that week. Julie told me that she has finished my new tape, and wants me to use it tonight, if she can get me work. I had made a rough copy of the songs I wanted, but Julie has better equipment to make the type of tapes that they prefer there! It won’t be like I have never used the music as I have had some practice time while Kevin is working.

Julie suggested that I pick up a few new things from a local club shop that afternoon. She said a t lest four new costumes should be added to my clothing items. The black dress and red lingerie were getting a bit old and I knew a change would help me out. I decided to spend two hours there. I chose four new sets of outer clothing, and three sets of lingerie. 

The outer clothing I chose was a super short knitted tube dress, red in color. If I stretched it, it would hide the crotch of my panties, and the nipples on my breasts. The second was another dress that was full length, but slit from ankle to waist on both sides. It was also red, and covered in sequins. The third outfit was a sexy baby doll that had only one button, right between my nipples. It was hot pink and even then only at the edges and it fell to my knees. The last one was a top, and skirt combination. The top was a very see through powder blue blouse while the skirt was another very short one, dark blue in color that didn’t even covering the bottom of my ass. 

The lingerie items were all sex. The first set was a royal purple colored French style bra that went from just below my nipples to my belly button. A matching pair of panties in the same color complimented the bra. The second set was a bra, panty, garter belt set. All of them in a middle blue color, and very see-through. The last set was a black corset with matching panties. The corset had attached garters, and I chose several pairs of stockings to go with it, and the garter belt. 

Julie had asked if I would be available for the weekend, but as it was short notice I told her Tuesday would be fine. She said she understood what with it being the holiday season and all. I spent all the time I could wear my new outfits trying to get used to them. I had worn all of them for a while and eventually decided that I would wear the red tube dress and the purple bra and panty set on Tuesday when I went back to work. 

Julie picked me up at 8:15, and we stopped for a drink before heading in to the club. This was my first time in to work on a Tuesday, and Julie told me that Tuesdays are a traditionally slow day. I asked her how much I could expect to earn, and she said probably about half what I would make during the weekend. That was good enough for me. I usually took home between $600 and $1800 a night on weekends, half of which wasn’t all that bad. My smallest take home pay had been $400 one night, and as far as I was concerned anything more than that bas a bonus. I was willing to settle for $200 that night. 

We arrived at work, and it was just like she said it was. There was nobody as far as men were concerned. There were only 10 ladies on staff that night, so we all sat around drinking while we waited for some action. 9:30, and still not a man in sight. 10:00 still no men. 10:30And three guys finally walk in. I head for them in a flash. Their names are Bob, Paul, and Jim. No not the same Bob that I met the first night I worked, and on several occasions since. I notice that all three of them are looking intently at my short dress, and visible lingerie. 

These guys all looked like men that had just come in from a long time out of town. The three of them had chosen a table right by the stage. They each down a couple of quick drinks while we talk about what they did. They had just come back home after a three-month tour on the rigs in the Gulf of Mexico. They had flown home for the wedding of a mutual friend the next weekend, had plenty of cash, and no where to spend it. I explained to them what we offered at the Maison Rouge, and Bob quickly asked how late we were open. I explained to him that it all depended on how busy we were at the time. If things were going well, and the women were busy, we had been known to stay until as late as 6:30AM! If things were slow, we might all be gone before mid-night. 

He looked at his watch to see that it was 10:45, and asked me how much I would want to dance for him until 4:00AM. I figured it out, and it came out to $2000 for the time between 11:00PM, and 4:00am. I then told him that I was also required to perform on stage, and that would take up a half-hour of my time! I concluded by telling him I was due on stage at 11:00, or in 15 minutes, that would save him $200 while I was on stage! It was quickly apparent he was willing to see a stage show! He looked approvingly at my clothing and asked if I would be wearing that on stage. I reluctantly told him I would be wearing a different outfit on stage. I excused myself telling him I would be back as soon as I could. He called after me to remind me I was his for as long as he wanted after I was done. 

I headed for the change room, and soon I was completely ready, and as I plugged my tape into the machine, I announced my stage show. I pressed “play” and walked out towards the stage. I had selected the black corset and panties with blue stockings. Over that I wore the blue blouse and skirt. I had deliberately left the top two buttons of the blouse undone. 

While I was getting ready, another 4 men had joined the 3 guys I had been with. I sauntered my way over to their table, and gave each of the 7 guys a caress on the chest. I had increased the blank space before my music started, and as I knew it to the second, Long cool woman in a black dress began sounding through the speakers a split second after I stepped onto the stage. I danced through the song giving the guys a good look at all of me, at least all of me that I was willing to show them. The looks of approval I got were enough to let me know they liked what they saw. 

All seven of the guys obviously liked what they saw, because they began whistling as I danced! Knowing that I was getting that kind of attention gave me cause to add some extra sexuality to my dance! The song ended with me breathing a bit heavier than I normally do, but when Born to be wild started; I stepped right back into my chosen role! The bottom hem of the skirt was soon around my waist while the7 guys continued cheering! It was time for some assistance. I had three of the guys each come up to the stage, and undo a button. Two others were allowed to tug the blouse out of my skirt and off my shoulders. 

Wild thing, my third song started, and I called Bob to the side of the stage. “Would you be so kind as to assist me out of this skirt” I asked him. His hands reached for the bottom of the skirt, and I stepped back. “Any school boy can do that”! I said, “use your teeth, only a man can do that.”

His hands went to my hips, and he pulled me closer. His mouth went to my ankles, and from there he kissed his way to my hips. He tugged at the top of the skirt on my left side, and then did the same thing right over my suddenly throbbing clit. “That’s the way big guy!” I told him. That was all the encouragement he needed.

His nose rubbed all the way down my pussy as he tugged the skirt down. He turned me around, and did the same down the crack of my ass. His nose was treated to feeling both of my ass cheeks as his teeth pulled the dress lower. He then did the slit on my right. By then the skirt was almost falling off and another slight tug from in front, and right between my legs caused it to slither to the floor. 

The song was only part way done, and I took the opportunity to cruise the floor, and give each of the guys a neck rub with my tits While I was giving the first of them his neck rub, another took a quick feel of my ass. From then until I had given all of them a neck rub, I had at least one hand checking out the curves of my ass or the length of my legs. 

I was back on the stage when Abba began singing gimme gimme a man after midnight. It was time for the bra to come off, and I chose one of Bob’s buddies to do the honors. He gingerly undid the front hook, and as soon as it was open, I shrugged the bra off my shoulders. It fell behind me, but as the stockings were still there I lay back on the stage, and he tugged corset and stockings off. I motioned for him to toss them over to where the other stripped items were. I spent the remaining portion of the song slithering around of stage licking my tits, and kissing the nipples. The guys must have been quite a group. The Abba song was just ending, when another 4 guys walked in and joined Bob’s group. 

Roy Orbison’s version of pretty woman was next, and I had one of the 4 new guys assist me in removing the last item of clothing I was wearing. He was also instructed to use only his teeth. There are no hooks holing that particular pair together, so he ended up tugging them down from the sides. While his mouth was busy, I kept my hands occupied with his hair, and his were caressing my legs. I was finally naked, and held the attention of all 12 men that were in the club! I was thrilled to be the one, and only point of focus for 12 sets of eyeballs! I had watched at least two other women approach the guys and all of them were still sitting there, eyes glued to the stage, and me! I saw Bob digging into his pocket, and when his hand came out again, he had a wad of bills in it!

He peeled off a $100 bill, and tried to toss it on stage! It didn’t get to the edge of the stage! I wiggled my finger at him, and said that was NOT the way to tip a lady in the Maison Rouge! I told him he was required to place the bill between his teeth, and lay on his back, on stage! There was no hesitation, the bill was folded, and in his mouth before he was laid out on his back! I straddled his body with my feet, and did a stripper’s version of the twist to bring my naked pussy down to meet his belly! I then plucked the bill from his mouth with my breasts! His nose was right against my sternum as I pushed my tits together to get the bill! 

I could hear chairs being shoved around, and in short order I had11 more guys with bills between their teeth! I pulled the bills from each guy in turn, and when my time on stage was over, I had 12 $100 bills! The night wasn’t going to be a total loss after all! I smiled to the guys as I walked my naked body off stage to get dressed again! The 12 of them watched me with rapt attention as I moved off stage! I caught Julie as she stood up to follow me into our change area. She asked what I had been given, and when I showed her, her eyes popped open!

I told her who they were, and where they had just come from, and we quickly devised a plan to get the guys to want some extra action! It was only 11:45, so we decided that I would wait until shortly before 11:45 to go back out. Julie and I decided that tonight might be a great opportunity to earn some extra cash. The other two girls that I had seen with the guys were two from our usual Friday / Saturday sessions, so we instantly decided to try. I told Julie that I had a date with one of them, starting right now. She said she would come by and tell me how things went with the other guys in a while. As I walked over behind Bob’s chair, I leaned over to kiss his cheek. I was again wearing the red tube dress with the purple bra and panty set. My hands slithered down his chest, right to his belt buckle while I kissed the exposed cheek. It wasn’t all that long before I felt hands sliding up my legs either. 

“You had better let me take you for that lap dance soon, or I might let the guys felling my legs take me instead”. I cooed sexily to him. 

“Are my nasty friends giving you a hard time?” He asked. 

“It is nothing really, I don’t care if it is you, or them, all I want to do is pleasure a man, or men for a while” I replied. 

“Well then, I think I will come with you, provided the entertainment will be worthwhile” He teased.

As he stood up, I told him he would just have to wait, and find out if it was or not. He slipped an arm of mine through his, and I guided him to the back privacy area. He handed Rick the $20 required and Rick told us the last booth was empty. As we moved towards the booth, I looked at Rick, and he was looking back and as he looked, he gave me a wink. I let Bob guide me down the walkway to the empty booth at the end. This particular booth was my personal favorite! The curtains at the entry were just a bit darker than all the rest, and there was never anyone going past it. 

I looked at my watch, and it was 11:57. I told him I was going to leave my dress on for a while. He gave me a look of disappointment, but when I smiled, I think he realized I was testing him a bit. I started by rolling the dress up from the bottom, and down from the top. I ended up with it bunched up at my belly. I had slipped the low table between his legs after he had taken his seat. The song that was playing when we entered was still going, and as it finished I sat down between his legs. 

I slowly stretched out my legs until I had one foot on either side of his head. I placed my hands on the edges of the table, and lifting most of my weight with my legs and arms I began to give his cock a massage with my ass. He tried to slip his hands between my legs, but I ended his thoughts of that by closing my thighs, and smiling at him! His hands moved back to the outside of my legs again. He was using a very gentle touch with just his fingertips caressing my legs. When my arms got tired, I lay back on the table but continued to wiggle my ass from side to side to massage his cock. 

He was dragging his fingertips from knee to hip on the front of my leg and from hip to knee along the back of my leg. We continued like that for a few songs before I changed things up for him. I stood up, and sexily turned to face away from him. I wiggled my ass fairly close to him, and as expected his hands were all over it. By placing my hands on the table, I could have my ass protruding almost to his face and when it was as close as it was going to get I could feel his warm breath on my sexy ass cheeks. I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting right in the center of his lap. I then lay back until I was lying fully against his chest. 

His fingers were still wandering my body, but now I was allowing him a bit more freedom. He now had access to my upper thighs, belly, and breasts. He was a man to take advantage of the offering, and soon I felt fingertips as they roamed all over me. I still had my bra on and fastened so he couldn’t actually touch most of my breasts, but I did feel them as they wandered across my nipples. I wanted to know how he was going to react to things if I did them slowly. I could always call out, and he would be gone in an instant if I didn’t like how things were going. 

I decide to up the stakes a bit, and undid the top hook of the bra. He responded by kissing my neck. I popped another hook, and the kisses became a bit more sensuous. When I popped the third hook, his fingers teased the upper edges of the bra. He ever so slowly delved deeper and deeper inside the upper edge of the bra. I liked his reaction so far, and with a slow deliberate motion, I folded the cups of the bra down to expose my nipples. 

MMMM! Was all I heard from him, as my nipples became visible to him. “You have to tell me if I am getting to involved with doing what I want with such a wonderful body!” He told me.

“Don’t worry I will definitely tell some one that you are getting overly active” I replied.

His fingers began a much more deliberate, but still very tender assault on my nipples. All I got as a response was a low murmur when I asked if he had approved of what I had done. I smiled to myself as I realized I might have the makings of another wild party on my hands. I realized that if I did, it was only going to by about the 4th one that I had chosen to get involved with up to that point. I had been trying to avoid them, but every once in a while I met a man that I just couldn’t resist. If things went the way they were, this was going to be one of those guys. He had a fist full of cash, no apparent attachments, and he was out for a good time! 

I slowly continued to up the stakes with Bob, but continued to leave my dress in a roll around my belly. I was into my third position with Bob, when suddenly Julie was standing outside our booth. I was facing away from Bob, legs straight, and hands on the table when I saw her legs come into view. I looked back at Bob, and excused myself for a minute. I stepped out to talk with Julie. 

“There are three of us, 4 if you come, and 12 guys, if you can get this one to come” She said in a whisper. 

I gave her a sexy look, and then I said, “That will not be a problem, he has been stroking miss pussy a few times already, he will be eager to come. Just let me work my magic, and we will be there, what arrangements do we have so far?” 

“They all have rooms at our hotel” She told me. 

“Good, I like that hotel” I replied, “give me another hour and come back to see how I am doing”

I resumed my position that I had when Julie had come to talk with me. I stayed like that for a couple more songs, and then I again shifted my body. I placed my hips right against his, but this time I was facing him. He again began tracing lines on my legs with his fingertips. This time I slipped my hands inside the panties, and whenever his fingers came towards my pussy, I lifted the panties away from my body, inviting him to venture further inside. When he saw what I was doing, he hesitantly began to venture further under the panty material! It took him a while, but soon he was adventurous enough to touch his fingertips together under my panties. I let him play with my pussy for a while like that before I again shifted my position. 

I was now sitting up, with my crotch on his lap, and my hands on his shoulders. From there I was able to lift myself up letting the length of my body pass by his face. My bra was still folded down exposing my now firm nipples, and his mouth found and kissed one as it slowly passed his mouth. He continued to kiss and lick my belly as I continued to lift myself to a standing position. I deliberately stopped for a few minutes when my pussy was even with his mouth. He instantly reacted by getting his mouth as close to it as he could. I let out a soft moan as his hot breath caressed my sex. 




The Diary Ch. 02



Disclaimers:

Mine. Two women loving each other. No violence (maybe next time). I suggest you read the first part if you wish to understand what is going on. Feedback is always more than welcome. Please stroke my writer's ego...it needs all the stroking it can get. :)

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The doorbell then decided to ring. I walked to the door, frowning in wonder as to who that may be, since no one I knew lived around and I didn't know anyone from around. Looking through the peephole, I saw a sweet looking blonde woman with sparkling green eyes, standing with her hands tucked into a tight pair of jeans, waiting. I smiled and straightened out my clothes. I didn't mind getting to know that cute blonde though. 

I opened the door and smiled in greeting, "Hi. May I help you?" I asked politely. 'Please,' I added to myself. 

The blonde smiled, two dimples winking at me from beautiful, rosy cheeks. "Hi. I know this may sound strange, but can I look around the house?" At my look of dismay, she quickly elaborated, "I used to live here when I was little and I was in the neighborhood, so I thought what the hey, maybe I'll take my chances and try to coax the new owner into letting me take a trip down memory lane." She smiled charmingly. 

I frowned and paused in wonder for a moment, but quickly shook my head. When I saw the crestfallen look on my cute guest's face, I raised a hand to stop her from leaving, rapidly saying, "Sure, no problem. When did you live here? I actually moved in today." I moved aside to allow the happy young woman inside and closed the door. "I'm sorry, where are my manners, I'm Danny." I offered my hand and smiled at the hearty handshake I received. 

"I'm Jeanie."

Oh my God! 

That was the moment in which I was positive that one could swallow his tongue in full consciousness. I hadn't realized but I began coughing dramatically, trying to get rid of a non-existent irritation. The strong, sure slaps landing on my back brought me back to the present. I was happy to be seeing colors again, instead of that blurry picture of badly mixed shades of a moment before. Jeanie was standing in front of me, brows frowned in worry as she looked me up and down. "Are you ok?" She asked. 

"Yes..." I wheezed. Hey, I'm an artist, I'm allowed to overreact. 

"Here, sit down. I'll get you a glass of water." She hurried me to one of the scattered boxes, pushing me down gently before rushing off to the kitchen to fetch a glass of lukewarm water. 

When I landed softly on the box, I felt something bumpy underneath. Reaching my hand to capture the offending object, my eyes grew big with shock. It was the diary; Jeanie's diary! Almost dropping the notebook on the floor in my hasty fumblings, I hurried to stash it in some place. Suddenly, everything was coming back, the scene I had just read, the meaning of Jeanie's visit, and the fact that I had to hide the notebook was the only thing left glaringly obvious in my mind. Before I could find a more suitable place, I heard Jeanie's light footsteps on the ceramic floor. In an instinct borne out of desperation, I tucked the notebook back to its former place; providing my behind a warm, leathery resting place. 

Folding my hands in my lap, I tried to put the most innocent look I could conjure, on my face. By the time Jeanie made her way back with the glass of water, I looked like I had swollen the canary and eaten the Cheshire cat along the way. Jeanie looked at me with a curious raised eyebrow, "What's with you? Are you sure you're alright?" 

I nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, yes, fine. Thanks for the water." I said quickly and grabbed hold of the glass, gulping the water down as if I had been in the desert for at least an entire month. 

Jeanie smiled a bit crookedly, gazing at me in wonder. "Ok..." She drawled. "Do you think I could take a look around the house?" 

I perked up immediately. I placed the glass down on the floor and said, "Sure. None of my things are here yet so it's pretty empty except for some older stuff left by the last owners. Feel free to look anywhere you want." I gestured her ahead with my hand and got up to follow right behind, grabbing the diary on my way up. 

Deep down I was hoping she remembered her old diary and perhaps had come looking for it. Maybe that scene left such a lasting impression that now in her late twenties she would be interested in looking back. I know it's probably just my wishful thinking and that I'm way off, but a person can hope, can't he? I was sure though that she indeed remembered the diary and that the depicted scene inside had a monumental effect on the young Jeanie, and perhaps some interesting consequences on the older version. All I can say is, I can't wait to find out. 

Jeanie roamed around the house in a leisurely pace, grazing her hand almost lovingly on the walls. Moving her gaze from top to bottom, she made sure her eyes captured every single detail of the interior. "Not much has changed really. Just a different color and maybe a little shabbier, but overall it has the same feel." She smiled and entered what I presume to have been her bedroom. Rushing toward the armoire, she squeaked in delight. "I can't believe this is still here. This used to be mine, and this was my room." 

As if I didn't know that already, I sighed deeply. I couldn't help but follow her around the house like a lost puppy; beautiful women do that to me. My eyes rounded in a mock expression of surprised joy and I nodded like a maniac, "Really? That was yours?" I never said I was any good at acting, I'm only a writer. I watched as Jeanie caressed the dark wood with her soft hand and unconsciously began salivating. It seemed I just couldn't get that scene out of my mind. Shaking my head in anger, I tried to dispel the images and decided the best way to keep my mind out of the gutter would be to actually make some kind of conversation with her. Since she already considered me a freak, there probably wasn't anything I could do to make things worse. Never say never, you say...Well, you're right. 

"So, where do you live now?" Does that make me sound like a demented stalker? I think not...

Jeanie didn't seem to note the possible implications and answered smilingly, "Just across town actually. I always loved this house and I guess subconsciously I just couldn't move too far away from this place." 

I continued nodding and smiling, a combination that made Jeanie smile queerly in answer. Returning her attention back to her beloved piece of furniture, I decided it was probably time to give her some space and allow her to roam on her own. "Well, you go ahead and look around the house all you want, I'm gonna take care of a few things back in the living room." I managed to make a smooth exit and got back to the living room. Stumbling on one of the boxes, I yelped when I stubbed my toe on something hard. "Damn box..." I muttered as I grabbed Jeanie's diary from the top of the box.

"Is everything okay?" I heard Jeanie yell from one of the rooms. 

"Yeah, I just ran into one of the boxes." 

Waiting for a few minutes, I realized with relief that she wouldn't be coming to investigate and began scouring the room for an appropriate hiding place. Hearing soft footsteps approaching the living room, I quickly tucked the diary into my pants and covered the evidence with my shirt. Again, Jeanie caught me standing like an idiot in the middle of the room, hands behind my back, looking for the world like the most innocent retarded child. 

Jeanie simply shook her head and said, "Well, thanks for letting me take a look, I really appreciate it. I hope your stay in this house is at least as nice as it was for me." She stepped toward me to shake my hand and prepared to leave. I had to think quickly; there had to be something I could do to make her stay longer or at least to get her to see me again. 

"Say, would you like to get some coffee together sometime? You know, to talk about the old days, when you used to live here and all." That was the best I could think of. And I call myself a writer...

Jeanie smiled crookedly, not really comprehending, "Um, sure. But you just moved in, how could we possibly talk about the 'old days'?" 

I was beginning to sweat a bit. "Well, I meant the old days for you. When you used to live here, way back when. Those old days." I rambled like an idiot. Do you notice a certain pattern here?

Jeanie chuckled slightly, "Oh, those old days. Okay, sounds good. Here's my phone number, call me when you'd like to do this." She handed me a business card with her name and phone number. It said, "Jeanie Byrd, freelance writer." Imagine my surprise. 

"You're a writer too?" 

She looked at me in wonder, "Yes. What do you mean too?"

"I'm also a writer. I mostly write fiction though."

"Really? That's so great. I write just about anything I'm given. Though I do indulge in some fiction writing from time to time." She whispered in a low tone, making me shiver in my boots. So what if I didn't have boots, she still made me shiver. 

"Okay then, I'll call you." 

"Great. Talk to you soon. Bye." She said and left. 

I sighed in both relief and sadness. That afternoon was sure looking up. After Jeanie left, I took the diary out of my pants, note the irony, and laid it somewhere safe. I spent the rest of the day unpacking as much as I could and when it was time to go to bed, I took the diary as my companion. Needless to say that I fell asleep with that scene firmly embedded into my brain cells, full color and surround sound included. 

The following week was as hectic as the last for me. I took the time to unpack the rest of my boxes and my new house was finally beginning to look like an inhabited dwelling. It was the weekend when I finally gathered up my courage to pick up the phone and call Jeanie. I had spent every single night of the past week falling asleep with her diary and dreaming of her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy. You can just imagine what my libido felt like. 

Sweating profusely and shaking all over, I finally picked up the phone and dialed. When a masculine voice answered I nearly hung up. However, the thought that it might be one of her friends, or her visiting brother stopped me. "Hello? May I speak with Jeanie?" I asked smoothly. 

"Hello. Who's this?" The man asked politely. 

"Um, this is Danny. I live where she used to when she was little." I explained weakly, in a voice hardly my own. 

The man on the other end suddenly perked up, "Oh yeah, she told me she saw her old house last week. Well anyhow, here she is." I heard Jeanie asking who was on the phone when he handed her the receiver. 

"Hello?" Her soft voice reverberated in my ear. 

"Hi. This is Danny, remember? From the house." 

"Oh yeah, hi Danny!" I could hear the smile right through. 

"Um, I was wondering if you'd like to get together for a cup of coffee or something?" I really sucked at this. 

"Sure, I'm free today if you'd like." 

I immediately perked up, "Yeah, sounds great. Do you know that place on the corner of 5th street? It's a little diner called Maggie's."

"Of course I know it. I used to go there all the time when I was little. Great, so when should I meet you there?" 

"How about in an hour?" 

"Perfect. I'll see you there." 

I hung up; my smile was so large that I thought my face would split in two. The thought that a man had picked up Jeanie's phone had completely disappeared from my mind; for the moment. 

The diner was in walking distance from my house and I reached the place ten minutes early. Picking out one of the window seats, I plopped on the red vinyl bench and pushed myself all the way toward the wall. I fiddled with the menu, then moved on to the napkins and finally decided to lace my fingers together and simply wait. Finally, right on time, Jeanie arrived. I looked up from the table to see her plop on the couch in front of me and smile. "Hey!" 

A smile immediately emerged on my lips, "Hi." 

We sat in silence for a minute until I thought my head might explode if I didn't find something, anything to say. "So, how are you?" You probably can't get any more banal than that. 

"I'm fine. Been writing a little. I have a new project I'm working on, about traveling and tourism. How about you?" 

"Oh nothing much. I've been unpacking most of the week and haven't really had the time to write anything. I've started a new novel but I've been lazy about it lately." 

"Yeah, I know what that's like. When you don't have the muse, you can lose interest. But it comes back, trust me and then it turns out better than ever." 

I smiled in thanks, "Yeah, been there done that. So, you live alone?" I'm not sure where that question came from, or if I was in my right mind when I asked it, but apparently the sound of that male voice was still ringing loudly in my ears. 

Jeanie looked at me, puzzled, "Um, no. I live with my boyfriend." She didn't seem to mind the question, but I began to mind my question. Somehow, ignorance seemed better at that moment. 

Deep down I suspected her having a boyfriend, but I simply refused to allow myself to believe. Now that the truth was staring me in the face, literally, I wasn't sure how to react. "Oh, that's nice." God, I hope I didn't sound like I had swallowed an entire bowl of sour crout, as I imagined I did. 

"What about you? Have that big house all to yourself?" 

"Yep, yep. Just me and my lonesome."

The conversation seemed to deteriorate from that moment on, until we got our coffees. As we sat drinking leisurely, conversation picked up a bit. I learned many things about Jeanie that day. For instance, I learned she liked sea food, that she enjoyed the movies and a bit of good 'ole country music, that her favorite color was yellow and that she loved reading Victorian novels. I felt like I was on a date with that beautiful woman, until it was time to leave. That was when reality sneaked in and whispered cruelly in my ear, "She's going home to her boyfriend, and you're going home alone." 

I gritted my teeth as we shook hands. My teeth ground harder, pressing my molars together when she pulled me into a friendly hug and thanked me for the invitation. "We should do this again sometime." She said. I quickly agreed and we parted ways. 

I wasn't sure if I could stand another such meeting again, but I wasn't sure if I could stand never seeing her again either. As I was sure things would happen, it took me but a few days to call her and ask her out again. From that moment on, we started growing closer, and before either of us realized, we were becoming fast friends. Best friends. We reached a point that a day didn't pass without us having talked to each other at least once. I had met her boyfriend on one of our "dates" and I believe it's needless to say how I felt. I will grudgingly admit he is a decent guy, but I still believe he's not right for her. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I would be perfect for her either. I think no one is good enough for her, but I'm at least better than her boyfriend. Let's just say, the guy never came out with us again after that night. Like I said, it was alright, but it isn't my fault if he felt like a third wheel. 

It's been two months since that fateful day when I moved into this house. I've grown to love it more and more each day, and it has nothing to do with Jeanie's part in it. I swear. Really. 

Anyhow, I was partaking in a bit of writing when my phone rang. Knowing that it was probably Jeanie, I rushed to pick it up, "Hey."

My heart constricted and jumped into my throat when I heard her sniffle softly, "Hey." 

"Babe, what's the matter?" I asked, concern lacing my every word. 

"Me and Ray had a huge fight and I think we just broke up." She said and started crying. 

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry." No I wasn't. "Want me to come over?" But the friend in me couldn't allow for such suffering on my sweetest friend's part. 

"No, I don't want to be here right now. Can I come over?" She asked in such a small voice it almost made me start crying myself. 

"Of course, honey. You know you never have to ask." 

Fifteen minutes later I heard my doorbell ringing. I pulled open the door and wrapped my arms around the crying figure of my best friend. She was so soft and warm. I loved holding her and it was one of my guilty pleasures. Holding her tightly around the waist, I pulled her to the couch and sat her down. I rocked her for several minutes, whispering soft reassurances into her ear and stroking her silky hair back from her face. I had come out to her at the beginning of our friendship in order to eliminate any possibly awkward situations in the future, and she accepted it smoothly, so I had no qualms about being my true self when I was around her. Though I believe anyone would have acted the same way at the face of such a crisis. Finally, the tears stopped, leaving in their wake tiny hiccups of exhaustion. 

I pulled back slightly and pushed a few strands of hair away from her face, "Better baby?" 

She nodded slowly and put her head back on my shoulder. 

"Want to tell me what happened?" I asked gently. 

She sniffed and said in a small voice, "He came home from work all pissed off and it seemed like he was looking to start a fight. Then somehow we got to talking about you and he started yelling that I've been spending more time with you than with him." Tears started to flow down her flushed face again. 

Unable to do anything but offer a shoulder to cry on, I pulled her closer and rocked her until she calmed down. 

"Then he started accusing me of stuff and we both started yelling until he got up and left."

"What did he accuse you of?" 

She chuckled humorlessly, "He accused me of cheating on him, of causing all his problems. I'm surprised he didn't accuse me of global warming." 

I chuckled, "Hey, at least you haven't lost your sense of humor." When I got a menacing look topped with a raised eyebrow, I zipped my mouth shut and looked down sheepishly. 

Jeanie wrapped her arms tighter around my back and burrowed her head deeper into my neck. "I'm sorry. Thank you for being here for me." 

Smiling, I kissed the top of her blonde head, "Anytime baby. Anytime." 

We spent the rest of the day doing nothing but eating junk food, watching TV and cuddling on the sofa; my three favorite pass time activities. When it had turned dark outside, Jeanie asked if she could stay. I tried to hide my obvious delight when I answered in a cool and controlled voice, that she was more than welcomed. She hugged me and went to the bathroom to prepare for bed. 

I swallowed thickly when she stepped out of the bathroom in one of my longer shirts and nothing else. "Can I sleep here with you?" She asked in a tiny voice. 

I was positive she was doing this on purpose, torturing poor me, waiting and wanting for me to crack. I gathered my resolve and told I had no problem with that. When she got in bed I was sure I wasn't going to die of old age, since I knew I was going to perish right in that moment. Her small, tight body pressed to mine as she cuddled closely into me. "Comfy?" I asked through the ball of dread lodged in my throat. 

"Mmm." She murmured contentedly. 

Her breathing soon evened out as she fell into a deep, relaxed sleep. It took me several hours of hell to finally relax enough to fall into a light sleep. However, I was still very much aware of everything that was going on around me. I think it was about 3am when I felt my friend stir. I knew it couldn't have been her hand that was making lazy circles on my stomach, trying to drive me insane. It couldn't possibly be her leg that stretched over mine and lodged itself in between to press intimately into my heated core. I kept telling myself that as her body moved closer still, almost mounting me from the side. Finally, I managed to find my tongue and stuttered, "What...uh...what are you doing? Jeanie?" 




The Diary Ch. 02



"Shh..." is all she said before she rolled on top of me and kissed me. It was then that I knew where the expression 'seeing stars' had come from. Jeanie kissed me senseless. Her lips were ravenous as they attacked mine. She massaged my lips with hers until I opened up to give her access into my depths. Pushing her tongue through my open lips, she explored slowly, licked and sucked until she had stolen all my oxygen. Pulling away, we were both breathing hard. 

"Jeanie, you're hurt right now, I don't want to take advantage of you." I tried to rationalize with her, but to no avail. Her attack on my senses was ferocious and even I wasn't made of stone. Before she knew what was happening, I pushed her to her back and climbed on top. I must admit I loved the view from both positions. Taking her lips in a hungry kiss, I tried to map out the interior of her mouth with the sole power of my tongue. My hands didn't remain idle for long though, as I pushed her shirt up and out of the way, leaving her naked from the waist up with only a small strip of cloth to cover her modesty. She was beautiful, even more so than I had imagined. I wanted to make this night so perfect for her since I knew we would have a lot to talk about in the morning. 

Holding myself up on my forearm, I caressed her chest with my hand, gently running my fingers over her soft skin. She arched into my touch as I took one of her breasts in my hand and squeezed softly. Her flesh was so pliant, so supple, it made my mouth water. Leaning down, I took one rosy nipple between my lips and started a slow, sensual suction. She tasted so good. I reveled in her sensuous moans and let the sound of her ecstasy cradle me in its sweet embrace. Getting to my knees, I pulled her along with me and for a long moment simply stared into her eyes. Her green orbs were clouded with lust as I continued to stare hungrily. I touched my fingers to her face lightly, as though to make sure that she was real, and then kissed her tenderly. A simple connection of lips on lips. It was perfect; just what she deserved. 

Almost unconsciously, I began replaying the scene from her diary. I pulled her to sit on my lap and wrap her beautiful tanned legs around my back. We started rocking against each other, all the while kissing, probing, reacquainting. I could feel her passion rubbing against my stomach as she rocked her hips faster and faster against me. Moving down to her neck, I nipped and kissed her pulse point as my hand traveled down to her liquid heat. Just when I was sure she was going to find release, I thrust deep inside. The sounds of her rapture were music to my ears. I pulled back slightly to gaze at her face and had to swallow my emotions at the marvelous sight. She was magnificent; a sublime beauty, moving me beyond words. A few deep shudders and it was over. She curled into my arms and laid her head softly against my bare shoulder. Rocking her for a few minutes, I felt warmth filling my insides as I gazed at her relaxed features. Smiling tenderly, I pulled her back against me and lay back onto the pillows. I slept like a baby for the rest of the night. 

The next morning, I woke up with a silly grin on my face. I stretched lightly and searched for my companion. Deep down I dreaded the morning after, knowing things wouldn't be as simple as they were last night, but I was ready and willing to face the new day head on, whatever it may bring. I couldn't even imagine how wrong I could possibly be. Jeanie, whom I had spent the night making glorious love to, was standing at the end of the bed holding her diary in her left hand, pointing it accusingly in my direction. Her expression was different. I had never seen her look so cold as she had in that specific moment. 

I did the only thing I could do. I gulped. Hard. 

The End (though there will probably be another sequel) 



The Diary Ch. 02



Copyright 2007, Otto26

Thanks go to my patient editor, snooper. Thanks also to my test reader, slippedhalo, and to all you nice folks asking when I'm going to get another story submitted. The first part of this story, which explains some important things, can be seen at my profile page.

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"I'm sorry, Daniel," Giolla wheezed into the phone, "but that visit to the emergency room scared me. I've only got so long to live and the thought of going back into that dusty library ... I've asked my niece to come and take care of my apartment and belongings. I'll mail my resignation letter to you and we can do any paperwork connected with my retirement through the mail. Thank you so very much for being such a good boss all these years. Yes, you too."

Giolla hung up the phone.

"Prick," she muttered.

Daniel Kinkaid had been a short-sighted, bigoted, condescending asshole in all of the eighteen years that he had been the Town Historian. She'd never been able to prove that he was stealing money meant for the library, but she knew he was. She sighed to clear her mind of the hostility she felt, consoling herself with the idea that she no longer had to associate with him, and went back to packing boxes.

She was amazed at the amount of outright junk she had accumulated over the years. What in the world had she been thinking when she purchased five tea sets? She didn't even have five real friends to invite to tea. Just about everything she owned was going to go to Goodwill or a consignment shop.

A knock at the door interrupted her chain of thought. She bounded over to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Elite, with a package. She threw open the door and pulled him into a hug.

"Oh good," she greeted him, "you've got them. Come in."

Elite managed a strangled "Wow," but nothing more.

It was hot in the apartment and Giolla wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. She kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth, and rubbed her body against him. It was nearly a minute before she came up for air.

"Happy to see me too?" she asked.

She pulled him backwards, weaving through the piles of boxes and into the bedroom. She flopped back onto the bed with Elite on top of her and started to kiss him again. He brought his hands up to her breasts and squeezed. Inwardly she winced and thought that she was going to have to teach him a thing or two about women's bodies, but outwardly she moaned. When they broke off to catch their breath she smiled at him.

"Wanna fuck?" she asked mischievously.

"Oh hell yeah, baby," he replied and leaned towards her.

She held a finger to his lips, pushing his head back. Her other hand reached down to gently massage his erection through the blue jeans he was wearing.

"You know what really makes me hot?" she asked.

"Breathing?" he joked.

"No, role-playing. I like to pretend I'm a temple slave and have to have sex with strangers to please my master." She winked at him. "Interested?"

"If it makes you hot I'm all for it," he replied without a second of hesitation.

"Good," she purred.

She rolled over and pushed him back onto the bed. Then she knelt between his legs.

"I bring you an offering of sex, master. Let this man be your agent and bend me to your will," she intoned.

She leaned forward onto her hands and knees, hair dropping down to one side, and began to softly kiss Elite. She kissed his eyes, nose, lips and neck. She shifted forward a little to bring her breasts close to his mouth and he obligingly began to suck on one as his hands kneaded at her chest. She felt the first glimmering touch of sensation creep through her limbs and smiled hungrily. Backing away she began to work Elite's shirt up and off his body. When it was covering his face she leaned down to suck at his nipples and she felt the sensation in her own. She slid the shirt the rest of the way off and trailed her breasts down his torso until she was able to reach his belt. She undid it, and then his pants, and slid them down off his hips.

His cock was rigid and already leaking pre-cum. She winked at him and took the head of him into her mouth. Slowly she worked at the underside of his glans with her tongue while she dropped a hand down his shaft to his balls and began to slowly massage them. The feelings that were flooding her body made it hard to breathe, but she didn't care. She knew Elite, that he wouldn't last long, and she was right. He came without warning in a thin stream that oozed out of him and she sucked every drop of him down, carefully ensuring he didn't go flaccid.

"Yeah, baby, suck it dry," he told her.

'I'm really going to have to work on his verbal skills,' she thought.

She pulled off of him, tongue lingering for a last lick, and smiled at him.

"Ready for some more?" she asked.

She climbed up to face him, straddling him, and slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. He was softening a little so she treated him to some visual stimulation, hands playing upon her breasts, fingertips darting into her mouth, and she moaned. The last was easy to do because she could feel his excitement; it was like a large puppy, hyper and jumping up at people with no discipline or regulation. She felt him firming up inside her and she could feel what it felt like to him. She squeezed him and the feedback sensations were delicious. Slowly, still gripping him, she slid up and then down. They both groaned.

She rode him slowly, sucking the marrow from each sensation, carefully building up a reservoir of lust that threatened to burst its constraints at any time. Elite was glassy-eyed and panting and the sensations he felt were so much more shallow than hers it almost made her laugh. But she could feel a presence, her Master, and that drove all thoughts of hilarity away. His lust touched her and the desire swept her away into a blinding orgasm.

Snoring woke her. Blearily she opened her eyes and saw Elite, mouth open, snoring loud enough to shake the bed.

'Note to self, he sleeps elsewhere from now on,' she thought. 'And I've really got to find someone with more stamina and skill.'

She stretched and noted the ravenous hunger that tugged at her belly. She ordered food before slipping into the shower for a quick wash. She imagined that she could feel her Master's satisfaction, like a warm caress, and hoped it was more than wishful thinking. When the food arrived Elite woke up. He padded out of the bedroom with his pants on and tried to kiss her.

"Your breath is horrible," she told him. "Go brush, and take a shower."

"We're just going to get dirty again," he wheedled, pawing at her breast.

She pushed his hand away.

"We're not going to get anything again unless you go take a shower and clean yourself up," she told him.

He looked a little chagrined, but hurried into the bathroom.

Over breakfast she worked on him.

"I need some more help," she said. "Are you interested in doing some research work?"

"Same rates?" he inquired with a messy grin.

'Got you by the balls,' she thought. Aloud she said "Yes, I think so. I need you to locate a house for me. It needs to be fairly large and isolated. A little bit run down is fine, but I don't want a wreck."

"Sure. Simple. I'll set up a crawler to look at the databases, probably have to hack some of the proprietary systems, but that's not a big deal. Take me a couple of days to get the data to you."

"You do that," she told him, hand squeezing his thigh.

"I'll be very happy if you find me something I can use. Very happy," she emphasized.

He smiled again, with a mouth full of food, and she gave up on the idea of even attempting to improve him.

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The retirement paperwork proved to be very simple to handle and Elite, or Edgar as he preferred not to be called, had come up with the idea of sending all her junk to an E-Bay re-seller. That had brought in a fair amount of money. The landlord had been pathetically willing to let Jane's niece take over the lease and had offered to do some work on her plumbing. Giolla was unsure if that was a really bad pick-up line or an attempt to install cameras in her bathroom, but either way she had demurred, although it had given her some new ideas of her own.

It actually took Elite four days to locate what she was looking for. It was part of an old mining facility.

"It's perfect," he had told her. "A volunteer group cleaned it up to prevent any toxic runoff and the mining company took all the equipment with them. It's got great big gravel roads to handle the mining trucks and it's surrounded by park land. Remote, but only forty minutes from town. The house for the miners is in great shape but no one wants to pay to have electricity run out to the property."

So she had rented a car and gone out to take a look. The site was, indeed, perfect for what she had in mind. It was going to take some work to make everything exactly the way she wanted it, but she had time.

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Giolla walked into the bank, determined but very, very nervous. In her life-that-was she had always rented property and distrusted banks, so this particular task was particularly intimidating. She wasn't sure she would have undertaken the task at all if she wasn't desperate to please her Master. She felt the thought of a caress pass through her body and knew this to be his encouragement. The thought that he approved, that he was watching and cared, made her moist. She smiled and squared her shoulders, secure in her determination.

"Mr. Watkins," she told the receptionist, "I'm Giolla, I have an appointment."

"Just a minute miss ...?" the receptionist paused.

"Just Giolla," she said. "I only use one name."

The receptionist smiled uncertainly and spoke into her headset before replying, "The office to your right, Miss Giolla. Have a nice day."

"Thank you," Giolla responded and walked over to the indicated office. The door was ajar and she knocked before pushing it further open and walking in.

The florid-faced man behind the desk stood up and smiled at her. It was a business smile right up until his eyes left her face and wandered down the sheer blouse that showed her camisole to the mini-skirt that was a good eight inches above her knees.

"Miss Giolla," he finally managed, "thank you for coming in to answer our questions."

"Not at all," she said. "I really appreciate the work your office is doing on my loan. This business is my dream."

She sat in the indicated chair across the desk from him and looked him over. He was a large man, overweight and probably approaching the medical definition of obese. His hair was thinning, but well-cared for, and not unattractive. His face was starting to hint at the jowls that were undoubtedly in his future, and red. She guessed he was a drinker.

"Our primary problem is, frankly, the nature of your business. My assessors and I are unclear as to what, exactly, your business will do. The description is very dry and clinical, but it sounds like it boils down to a brothel," he told her.

"It's not a brothel," Giolla replied emphatically. "It's a club for adults. As my business plan shows, I anticipate making the bulk of our profits from memberships. People will pay for access to the club and its facilities. Additional revenue streams will include live internet broadcasts, event hosting, and, down the line, product branding. The building is located convenient to three major metropolitan areas with a demonstrated demand for this type of business. Frankly, I would think your bank would be happy to invest in something like this."

"What, exactly, are people going to do at this club?" he asked.

She smiled at him. His eyes kept wandering from the papers on his desk to her legs, trying to see up her skirt. She parted her legs a little, teasing him with a glimpse of the uncovered flesh beneath the skirt.

"It's perhaps ... a little difficult to explain," she said carefully.

"I could show you," she offered.

Watkins swallowed hard and his eyes darted from her skirt to her face and back. She widened the gap between her legs a little to help encourage him.

"That ... that would be ... helpful," he stammered.

Giolla nodded. She was suddenly comfortable again. This was no longer a business meeting, it was something she knew and was frighteningly comfortable with. She stood and walked slowly around the manager's desk.

"People will want to feel safe," she explained. "When they feel safe, that they are in the company of people they trust, they can relax and be the person they really desire to be."

She squatted down on the floor next to his chair and ran her hand up the leg of his pants until she reached his crotch. She winked at him and slowly pulled down his zipper.

"This opportunity is a rare treasure for most people," she continued as she reached her hand inside his pants to snake his cock out, "so they will pay a great deal for the opportunity. The high membership price will help to keep the least pleasant people out and will make it possible to hire staff, people who want to use the club but can't afford a membership. This will give the club an exclusive air and help ensure success."

Her hands began to gently stroke Watkins' penis. He was surprisingly large, but not yet entirely hard, which was another surprise to her. He was staring at her with unabashed lust emanating from his entire face. She turned his chair so that she could kneel between his legs and bent her mouth to him.

He groaned as she merely kissed the glans. She smiled and opened her mouth, letting her lips and tongue graze the head of his cock with light kisses. Slowly she drew him into her, unconcerned and unhurried. As her mouth worked her hands were not idle. They stroked the remaining length of his shaft and darted into his pants to cup his balls and gently massage. It was a disappointment to her when he groaned and began to cum into her mouth. She recovered quickly, though, clamping down on him and sucking hard while her hands continued to milk him.

She pulled her mouth off of him and gave him a few quick strokes with her hand. Smiling wickedly she looked up at him. 

"It's still nice and hard," she cooed.

His lust-filled expression made her giggle. She stood up and bent over the desk, facing away from him. Her hands slid back and hiked her skirt up around her waist.

"Ooh I'm so wet," she told him.

He made a strangled sound and lunged for her, thrusting and missing. She reached back between her legs and took hold of him, guiding him into her. There was nothing wrong with him, she realized as he thrust roughly home, but this simply wasn't pinnacle sex. He felt good thrusting into her and the situation was exciting; someone might knock at the door or walk in at any moment. But it just wasn't the religious experience she craved. She continued to push back against him and quietly encourage him until she realized he was trying to make her cum. She looked back at him and nearly burst into laughter. His face was a violent red, almost a purple, and he was gasping like a broken steam engine.

She took pity on him then and faked it, moaning and thrashing as if it were the best thing she had ever been given. His honor satisfied, he came moments later in a warm rush and then collapsed back into his seat. Giolla turned around and knelt, carefully licking him clean. When she was finished she gave him another wink and licked her lips.

"You'll have to come out to the club when we open, Mr. Watkins. I think you'll enjoy it," she purred.

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She phoned Edgar and told him she had work to do that evening so that he wouldn't come over and keep her awake. Then she ate a good meal and made her offering. The pleasure exploded out of her as it had before and she collapsed into the warm embrace of her Master's approval.

She opened her eyes to find a bedroom so opulent that it defied the power of description. She smiled and rolled over to the weight on the bed next to her.

"Master," she breathed, and kissed him.

He returned her kiss, tongue forcing its way into her mouth, even as he held her attempts to mount him at bay. In frustration she began to rub herself against his thigh, smearing his skin with her honey. He held her like this, ravishing her mouth, until she came in shuddering pleasure. His sense of approval coursed through her body and spurred her desire to please him to new heights. She tried, again, to mount him but he prevented her.

"Hear me," he commanded.

She whimpered and bit her lower lip in utter frustration, but she obeyed, pulling away to kneel on the bed.

"You have been thinking of discarding the boy," he stated.

"He has his uses, Master, but his manners are horrible and his skills in bed are unworthy of you," Giolla explained.

"Then you will teach him," he told her. "I do not discard my servants and my priestess will adhere to my standards."

"Better to send him away, Master, and find a new servant, easier to train," she argued.

"No." The word was spoken in a normal tone of voice, but Giolla felt it rumble through her bones.

"But Master," she began.

"Enough. My command should be sufficient. As it is not, more forceful means are necessary."

He rose from the bed, dragging her across the floor by her hair. She scrambled along behind him on her hands and knees until he stopped and pulled her up into a kneeling position.

"Master?" she asked.

"Be quiet," he commanded.

He plucked a nipple clamp out of the air and attached it to her left breast. The process was repeated with the right and then he attached a chain to one and drew it through a ring in the floor before attaching it to the other clamp. This pulled Giolla down close to the floor and left her ass raised high in the air.

She heard a whistling sound and a flash of pain followed closely by the sound of leather striking her flesh. She cried out in pain and her body jerked. The chain yanked painfully at her nipples and she yelped again. She dropped her face to the floor as another blow struck her ass and forced herself to remain still. It was a difficult task to manage. She was very frightened by this and, worst of all, she could feel his disappointment. She wanted to turn to him and apologize, but he had commanded her to be quiet. So she remained still, accepting his punishment as a penance, hoping that her obedience now would wash away the disappointment he felt at her past disobedience. And still she waited.

"You understand now," he said. "I am not a harsh master, but I will be obeyed in all that I command."

He let the words hang in the air for a minute before continuing, "You may speak now."

"Thank you, Master, for your correction. I only desire to please you and I will not disappoint you again," she said in a rush.

She felt his hand stroke the lines of fire on her ass, and where his flesh touched her the pain vanished. She remained still, obedient to his will, and hoped.

He chuckled then, a throaty sound born of lust the likes of which she could not understand. "Yes, my priestess, you will be rewarded for your obedience."

She felt him kneeling behind her and the head of his cock pressed against her wetness and then into her, filling her almost to the point of pain. She smiled into the floor and exhaled deeply, relaxing her muscles to better accommodate him.

"Uhhmmm. Thank you, Master," she breathed.

He pistoned into her body and she began to feel his pleasure, to catch glimpses of what he saw, and the combination filled a raging desire that had been hiding in the background of her body since last she had been with him. She moaned loudly and ground back against him, heedless of the painful tugs at her nipples, and thanked him and begged him for more and lost herself in a jumble of raw emotion that culminated in a screaming acceptance of pleasure as his cum ran down her thighs.




The Diary Ch. 02



She awoke in the bed in her room, wet and hungry for more. Groaning, she slipped out of the bed and padded out to the kitchen to find some food and call Edgar.

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The idea of closing the circle scared her. She was terrified of losing her contact with her Master. But he had reassured her, taught her how to improve upon her techniques, and had promised her she would be successful. In the final balance, what mattered was that she trusted him and would obey.

Part of the technique involved a sacrifice, which was why she was in The Breakers tonight. She scanned the room and found the face she was looking for. She walked over to a small booth and slid in next to a dark-haired woman in a tight t-shirt and, if it were possible, tighter jeans.

"Thank you, dear," she told the woman.

Then she turned her attention to the man across the table from her.

"Hello Alex," she purred, "have you been waiting patiently?"

The man was stunned and it took him a moment to recover.

"Giolla! I thought you blew me off," he confessed.

"Not yet, Alex, but the night is young," she replied.

"Excuse me," the young woman snapped.

"Not at all, dear," Giolla said, "I'm the one who's interrupting. I'm Giolla, by the way. And you are?" she asked as she extended her hand.

"I'm Gina," the woman said, ignoring the extended hand, "and Alex is my date."

"Wonderful! Are you up for a foursome?"

Gina stared at her in shock. Giolla rubbed her foot up Alex's leg.

"You see, I need Alex here to fuck me senseless. Wild, athletic, crazed-weasel sex. But I wouldn't want you to feel left out, so you're invited too."

She knew the words were a mistake the moment she uttered them. Gina's shock was rapidly becoming rage and when it erupted, Giolla was afraid, it might be enough to derail the lust she felt boiling in Alex. In fact ... Giolla concentrated and realized she could actually feel Alex's emotions. Her Master's words came back to her and she smiled beatifically, transferring that smile to Gina.

"I'm sorry, Gina," Giolla apologized, "I'm being rude and I really don't mean to be."

She placed her hand on Gina's and felt the anger, and the hurt and confusion that drove it, swirling in the younger woman. She focused her mind on Alex and then ... pushed, trying to let Gina feel Alex's emotions, his raw lust for both of the women, but also his genuine fondness for Gina.

"I'm completely serious about the foursome and I have to confess that I find Alex fuckably attractive, but that's all that it is. You aren't too disappointed, I hope, Alex?"

He was. She could tell. But his disappointment was tempered by his attraction to Gina and her attraction to him. It was hard for Giolla to talk while acting as a conduit in this fashion, but it was worth the effort. She could feel Gina and Alex subconsciously sharing their emotions, each feeding off of and reinforcing the other, and all of it tinged with Giolla's omnipresent need.

"That's ..." Gina started.

"I'm not ..." Alex tried to say.

Giolla smiled at them. "I'm spoiling your evening. Should I go?"

Gina slowly shook her head.

"Don't," Alex said. "It's a shock. Not something that happens to me everyday. What do you say, Gina? I'd like to give it a try, but not if you're uncomfortable with it."

Gina's brow furrowed slightly as she thought.

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Giolla could feel everything: Alex's cock driving deeply into her sex, Edgar's salty length reaching to the back of her throat, the way Gina's wet pussy felt and tasted on Edgar's sloppy tongue, Alex's tongue forcing itself deeper into Gina's mouth as she mewled into his. In her and through her they all shared the experience, each contributing their sensations and emotions and receiving back more than they gave. Of the four of them only Giolla retained any sort of sense of self, the other three were completely subsumed by the experience. But where they could, and had, experienced release, the pressure only continued to build in Giolla. It had become a little uncomfortable a short while before. Not the delightful I'm-going-to-be-so-sore-tomorrow feeling of athletic sex, but rather more like a building anxiety, a need to pee that couldn't be filled.

'Please, Master,' she silently prayed, 'accept this gift, freely given in love. Come to us, Master.'

Then she screamed. The pressure ripped out of her, the pleasure so intense that it actually was painful. She imagined she could see it, multi-colored tiny strips of lightning connecting her body to the floor of the consecrated building. The pain drained out of her and she collapsed to the ground, Alex, Edgar, and Gina gasping their concern as they tried to find out what had happened to her.

"She has been my obedient servant," a deep voice said.

Giolla managed to open her eyes enough to make out a tall and somehow extravagantly masculine form walking towards her. The others moved aside for him and he scooped her up in his arms. She knew then, when she felt his flesh on hers.

"M-master," she managed.

"Giolla. My first and favorite. My faithful High Priestess. I am pleased with you. You will be well rewarded," he rumbled.

"Use me for your pleasure, Master," Giolla whispered, "I ask nothing else."

"No, you wouldn't," he laughed cheerfully. "But first you must rest. Edgar," he said to the surprised young man, "You have also done well. Please make sure we have some food in the house. Giolla will need a large meal when she awakes. Please also see to Alex and Gina's transportation. Though," he continued, shifting his glance to the young couple holding hands to one side of him, "you are very welcome to stay."

His glance traveled over them and he smiled. "Love. I pale beside the merest flicker of that flame. Yes, you are both welcome to stay here if you like. I must heal Giolla now and will not rejoin you for some hours."

The faint "Yes, Master," that came from Edgar's lips trailed after him as he carried Giolla out of the room.

"I am very pleased with you, Giolla," he repeated.

"Thank you, Master," Giolla whispered. "Thank you."



The Diary Ch. 02



Forward: I told you that I was a new writer, so I am writing this chapter differently from the first. It is more of a story now than a daily diary. I have so many things to tell you since I wrote the last chapter. So many things happened to me, many of them surprising even to me.

Ch 2 My Two Lovers

Steven and I make out almost every night. I can't remember how many times that I went home, my panties drenched and pushed between my lips. Or poor Steven having to excuse himself to go into the bathroom, sure that his shorts were drenched with his cum. I wanted to taste his cum so bad, to feel his cock in my mouth just like Michael did to me. I was falling in love with Steven, but I lusted for his father. I was becoming more of a woman every day, finally planning Steven's seduction.

His birthday was Friday night, two weeks ago I invited him over to my room on campus for his birthday, paying my roommate dearly to stay away the whole night. It was the Friday before a Monday holiday, so many students went home or away for the holiday. The dorm would be fairly empty, not that I expected us to make a lot of noise. But since I am still a virgin and new at this, I planned for every contingency. Even buying condoms, ribbed for my extra pleasure the box said. Even though the pharmacist was at least seventy, I still couldn't help the blush that covered my face and body when I paid him, my eyes never meeting his.

I had bought food at the restaurant only an hour before, bringing it home, a small microwave would make it hot again for us. Steven arrived on time as usual. I opened the door, wearing a very short skirt and Michael's favorite cashmere sweater for good luck. And for appearances, no bra underneath it, my fingers plucking my nipples to hard points before I opened the door. Before Steven could say anything, I pressed my lips against his and kissed him, our tongues dancing in and out of our mouths as if we hadn't kissed for weeks, never mind just one day. He pulled me against him, my hips instantly going into action, sliding from side to side, rubbing my wet pussy against the hard cock that throbbed in his pants. Tonight was going to be different. His cum wouldn't be in his shorts tonight. It would be my mouth or in one of the condoms I bought today. It was a couple of minutes before we broke the kiss, a student walking down the hallway forcing us inside and closing the door to the outside world.

Our dinner was hurried, Steven sensing the same thing. We ate quickly, the food good, but food was not the basic urge we needed to quench. I bought two cupcakes, candles on one of them serving as the birthday cake. We ate them with the same haste, finally finishing. Steven sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes catching the tent in the front of his pants in spite of us not touching for the last half an hour. I stood up and went to the door, locking it and turning toward Steven. I picked up a large white bow, placing it in my hair. "Happy Birthday, Steven." I saw him look at me, not sure what I was proposing so I helped convince him. I pulled my sweater over my head, my nipples roused to hardened tips as the cashmere swept across them so lightly. I threw the sweater on the chair, standing before Steven in my short skirt, my legs slightly parted. He stood up, moving close to me.

I took his hands, placing them against my naked breasts, arching my back to press them into the hot flesh of his hands. He needed no further help, his fingers plucking at my nipples. Steven had learned over the last couple of weeks what roused the hardness in my nipples, but this was different, naked and exposed. I put my hand on his head until he caught on, leaning over as I gasped in pleasure when his lips curled around one hardened nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. His tongue lashed out at the trapped nipple, slapping back and forth over it. My pussy gushed with my juices, struggling not to cum from just his mouth. His other hand went to my other bare breast, tugging and pinching the neglected nipple until it was ready for his mouth.

I collapsed onto the bed, my legs no longer able to hold my body up as I was swept up in the pleasure of his mouth. Steven followed me down as he sucked and licked my nipples, his hands squeezing my firm breasts until the tips were almost sore from his fondling. I lay on the bed, my legs spread casually as Steven knelt between them playing with my breasts. He finally stopped, my hands pulling his shirt up and off, my hands running over his chest, feeling the tiny pebbles as my fingers roused his nipples. "Unwrap the rest of your present, Steven." I left no doubt in his mind that my body was his birthday present. His hands fumbled with my skirt, not practiced and experienced as Michael's, but I was patient, though I did clench my thighs as though a cock was already between my legs. He pulled my skirt off, lifting my legs up, not very ladylike, but I cared little for my modesty. For I was soon to be naked in the bright light of my room. I saw him looking at my panties, the tight material clinging to my mound, already a wet spot to give away my shame. I put my legs together high in the air, leaving no doubt what I wanted him to do. He wasted no time, grabbing the waistband of my panties and pulling them up over my hips. I felt the material pull from between my pussy lips and my ass cheeks, Steven sliding them down my legs and off my feet. Even Steven surprised me by taking an ankle in each hand and spreading my legs as he lowered them back down onto the bed. I never felt so open, my body red at the sudden realization that Steven was staring so boldly at my bare sex, my spread legs leaving little to the imagination.

And the surprises continued, Steven lifting my legs until my knees bent, then pushing them out to the side, opening up my pussy lips like a spring flower. The bed beneath me grew wet with my juices, the pungent odor of sex filling the room. He moved between my legs, bending over, shuddering as I felt his hot breath on my sex. I was sure that I had a mini-orgasm if there is such a thing when he licked down one thigh, starting at my knee all the way down, stopping just short of my pussy, hearing him suck in air through his nose as he inhaled my arousal. My head fell back in surrender, my body pitched on the edge as I waited for his next move. What started out as my seduction was now Steven's. His fingers peeled back my pussy lips, blowing into the heated passage, my ass rising up from the bed from the unexpected feel of his breath. He took one swipe with his tongue, racing up between my spread pussy lips, lapping at the soft inner lips. I never felt anything like it before, his tongue moving up so high that he touched my clit before I even realized it. I came. Hard, grabbing his head and rubbing his nose between my pussy lips as I came all over his face, screaming out in pleasure as the orgasm raced through my body. His tongue didn't move, it didn't have to, masturbating his mouth and nose onto my pussy was enough to keep the orgasm going for long minutes. My body finally settled down, Steven rising up from between my legs, the strong smell of my orgasm filling the room. His lips and chin were glistening from my juices. I was humiliated, masturbating on his face like a cheap whore. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly to him.

"Don't be. I'm not finished yet. I'm sure I can get you to cum again."

He sounded just as demanding as Michael in that one moment. "Take off your clothes," I ordered him. He needed no other encouragement, my eyes following his every movement as he drew his pants down, his cock jutting out the front of his briefs, not boxers like Michael. His cock bobbed free when he pulled his pants down, my mind mentally comparing it to Michael's. It wasn't as thick but just as long. The head was glistening with cum, sure that he prematurely ejaculated once already, doing much better than me, cumming in two seconds. "Turn around," I suggested, not trying to sound too much like an order. He knelt up, his head between my legs, my legs bowing out until the flat plane of my sex was open for his oral assault. I gripped his cock, my hand sliding up and down as though I had been masturbating cocks for years, my fingers tightening as I ran over the head, knowing what pleased Michael, hoping it would please Steven also.

Even though I had just cum, it made little difference, my arousal peeked with the first swipe of his tongue. He lapped up my abundant juices as my hand stroked his cock. I felt him lowering his hips, his cock moving closer to my mouth. Steven was getting more assertive, my mouth opening submissively as he pushed the head into my waiting mouth. I tasted the salty cum, my tongue lapping at it, washing over the head of his cock until it was slick with my spit. He was biting my pussy lips, not hard, more tugging on them with his teeth. I felt a finger between my legs, pressing hard against the virgin opening, feeling the pressure as his finger pushed the hole open. It entered me suddenly, finding my pussy filled with a finger for the first time, gasping just as Steven shoved his hips down, half of his cock shoved into my mouth, silencing my cry of surprise at being impaled for the first time. His tongue worked me over like someone experienced, lapping at my sensitive flesh, biting me just when I didn't expect it, nibbling at my clit as I screamed into my mouthful of cock. And his hips began to pump his cock into my mouth, fucking me like I wanted his cock to do to my pussy. I was torn, wanting him to take my virginity, but also wanting to taste him as he came in my mouth. I figured any boy that would eat my pussy like he did, deserved to have my virginity. I knew Michael would have never done such a thing. It would be too submissive for him to do it. Steven only cared about my pleasure, Michael only his.

It was only a few more minutes, two fingers fucking my virgin pussy, his mouth clamped over my clit, sucking the swollen organ so far into his mouth that I thought it would pull off. His tongue worked on the trapped organ until I came, just as Steven did as though he was waiting for me. I wasn't sure how he could hold out so long, knowing Michael would have cum in my mouth long ago. I felt the rush of cum jetting into my mouth, a different taste then Michael's, though I couldn't describe the difference. I gulped repeatedly, trying hard not to choke as his thick crème dripped slowly into my stomach. Over and over he came in me, not sure where it all came from, hoping he saved some of it for my pussy. He didn't get off of me, his mouth still on my drenched pussy, his shrinking cock still in my mouth, our breathing ragged as we tried to recover from our first mutual orgasm. It came to me suddenly. Michael had never made me cum. Only him, leaving me hanging to go home and masturbate.

Steven started to get off of me, but I turned over onto my side, Steven joining me on his side. I mumbled through the cock that was still in my mouth. "Don't move," as my mouth and tongue went to work on rousing him erect again, wanting to feel his cock in my pussy. I was determined to be fucked before he went home, hopefully a few times if he stayed long enough. I began to imagine both of us sleeping together, waking up to feel a hard cock pushing between my legs, suddenly entering me with the rigid member. It didn't take long for him to get hard, wondering what he was thinking about that got him roused again. I didn't care, only glad that his cock was hard again, proud that my mouth could do such a thing after making him cum only minutes ago.

He pulled away from me, but I wasn't disappointed, moving me onto my back, his hands spreading me open, sliding under my ass to cup my cheeks and pull me up toward him. I felt his cock jerking against my pussy, feeling him move closer, his hands drawing me onto his waiting cock. I felt him enter the tight muscle of my pussy, feeling my virgin hole spreading around his prick. He entered me slowly and gently, his hands guiding me from side to side as he drove his hips forward and back. I felt his cock crawling slowly inside me, reaching deeper as he filled me with his prick. I never felt such a thing before; his hot, pulsating prick jerking in pleasure inside me.

He began to make love to me, his cock sliding in and out gently, clamping my pussy muscles onto his prick, feeling the prick dance from my delightful clenching. I could almost feel every ridge and vein on his cock as they roused me. He was filling me up, his cock withdrawing, my hips moving up as though I was afraid he would take it out and never put it back in me. Then he would push into me, opening up my pussy as his cock buried into my once-virgin passage, feeling my juices lubricating the tight passage. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he played me like a fine instrument. Our previous orgasm allowed us to make love for a long time, the room filled with the sound of our lovemaking, our flesh meshing together until we became one. The room smelled of sex, heavy sex. His kissed me as we made love, his fingers playing with my nipples, his cock never stopping to slow down.

Then I felt him cum, shooting inside me, the sudden realization coming over me too late, Steven was not wearing a condom. I came with him, his hot cum jetting into my pussy setting me off, the fear of his sperm filling my womb unable to stop the orgasm that swept over my body. I hugged him tight as we came, kissing him, his tongue so deep in my mouth as he pulled my pussy onto his cock, spurting his powerful sperm in my receptive womb. We lay like that for ten minutes, neither one of us moving, the cum dripping down between my legs. He finally pulled out of my pussy. I sat up. "Happy birthday," my head engulfing his cum drenched cock again, licking it like an obedient girlfriend until it was clean.

We lay in the bed for an hour, naked and content. We finally did get dressed, but it didn't last long. Before I knew it, Steven had me naked, kneeling before him as he fed his cock into my mouth. Not to be outdone when we got back into the bed, I laid him down, then squatted over him, placing a knee on each side of his head. I grabbed his head, his tongue coming out of his mouth as I moved his head as his tongue expertly ate my pussy again. I didn't cum, making love with him again, this time putting a condom on him so delicately. We both came, but I liked it better when he shot his cum directly into me.

        * * *

This was the first time that I had seen Michael in the last three weeks. I had never been happier, Steven and I making love every chance we had. It was hard with a roommate, but we managed. And last week we started making love at Steven's house. The first time we did, I was so nervous, the slightest noise stopping me, afraid that Michael would come into the room and catch us. Then it changed, wishing Michael would come into the room and find us in a passionate embrace. I came harder each time with that thought in my head.

Michael had invited us to dinner. I was punctual, knowing that Steven and Michael insisted on it. It was Michael that answered the door, Steven upstairs. I had worn a white button down blouse and a short black skirt. I fumbled with the buttons before I rang the door, opening up two of them and pushing the blouse to the side so that a wide expanse of my cleavage was revealed. I didn't care which of them opened the door, determined to show them both my new-found sexuality. Michael looked at me for long seconds before he said anything. It was as though he was speechless.

"Come in, Jessie."

His eyes stayed on my breasts as I walked in, handing him my coat, arching my back exaggeratedly, sticking out my tits for him to ogle. "Thank you," walking in front of him, feeling his eyes burning on my ass as my hips swung sexily.

"Steven will be down in a minute."

He moved close to me, his hand around my waist, inhaling my perfume. Or so I thought.

"So you and Steven are fucking," he said it as though he was commenting on the weather.

I was shocked, blushing deeply. How did he know?

"You don't have to say anything, that pretty pink blush says it all." He handed me a soda, Steven coming into the room ending the conversation.

Dinner was casual though I did catch Michael looking at me with a new urgency in his eyes as if he was wondering whether I was a good fuck or not. Or was it my imagination or hope? After dinner he left us alone, going into his study, not to see him again that night. For now Steven was satisfying my sexual urges, though I did think of Michael often.

       * * *

I wanted our lovemaking to evolve. I enjoyed the gentle lovemaking of Steven, but deep down I wanted to be taken by a strong man that wanted his pleasure without regard to mine, making me serve his every sexual whim. I was becoming more assertive as a woman, urging Steven to experiment. It was after class, and we had just finished studying. We were in Steven's bedroom, and we both knew we would be making love soon. You could almost smell the sexual arousal in the room.

"Get on the bed." Steven's voice was almost demanding. My pussy got wet instantly as though I was trained. I got on the bed, taking off my sweater as I stared at Steven. I reached back, undoing my bra, arching my back as I bared my breasts to him, my nipples springing to life as the bra slid over the tips. It was now or never, my voice nervous as I said it. I had his bathrobe tie in my hand. "Tie my hands to the headboard," my voice cracking as the words came out of my mouth. It sounded like they were coming out of someone else's mouth. Or wishing they did come out of someone else's mouth. I looked into Steven's eyes for a glimmer of hope that he understood what I wanted.

"Are you sure?" his lips dry as he spoke. I looked down, his cock pushing out the front of his pants so hard.

"Yes," handing him the tie, putting my wrists together, waiting for him to tie me up. "Then do whatever you want to me. Anything!"

His hands were trembling as he tied me, but that didn't stop him from making it tight. He pulled my arms over my head, forcing me down onto my back as he tied them to the headboard. I looked over my head, tugging on the ropes, feeling them secured. I almost came as they dug into my wrists. I watched as he got up, looking at me as he took off his clothes slowly, teasing me as he pushed his pants down, only his shorts keeping his cock from my eyes. He stroked the front of his shorts, not sure if I ever saw his cock as long as it was. Was tying me up exciting him as much as me?

"Anything? Are you sure?" He pushed his shorts down, his hand gripping his cock around the shaft, slowly pumping his hand up and down as he eyed my bound body with a new look in his eyes.

"I'm your sex slave," I boldly explained, my eyes mesmerized as Steven casually masturbated in front of me. I wanted so bad to take him in my mouth and suck his cock.

He sat on the bed, his hand moving to the side of my skirt, the sound of the zipper pulling down sounded so loud. He pushed the skirt down off my legs, leaving me in my panties. And they were drenched. His hand cupped me between my legs, his fingers grabbing me and almost goosing me as his fingers curled around my mound, one thick finger pushing between my lips, shoving them aside as he tightened his grip. And struggled not to cum. Not yet.

"You're drenched, my little sex slave." He pulled my panties off until I was naked, my legs together. "Spread your legs for me," his voice was as demanding as Michael's when he said it, my legs spreading so wide that my crotch ached, wanting hard to please him with my obedience.

His fingers curled around my mound again, this time his fingers touching my naked flesh, two fingers harshly pushed between my lips, squeezing my pussy as though it was a baseball. As quickly as he touched me, his hands left me. He moved to my head, his legs on either side of my head, staring up as his cock bobbing in front of my face. I licked my lips in anticipation. His hand bent it down until it touched my lips, my tongue coming out to lick over it, Steven pulled back so I had to raise up my head to reach it. My tongue lapped lightly over it, wishing I could take it all in my mouth. But Steven was making me beg for it.




The Diary Ch. 03



Welcome back for my third installment of my wife’s diary. This particular portion of her diary happened soon after part two occurred. In fact it was only two days later. Those of you that have read my previous contributions know that the writing in Italics are excerpts from my wife’s diary, but for those of you who haven’t read the other parts, now you know. 

We finally made it back to Julie’s home at 8: 00 AM, and we fell into a dead sleep in a matter of minutes. She set the alarm clock for 1:00 PM as she said she had things to do. We both managed to get five hours sleep. 

SUNDAY 31 December. Thank god for Sundays Julie and I spent the entire day just talking. She asked what I was doing that evening, and as it was New Years Eve, I had no plans to speak of, because Kevin was still out of town. She told me that she had invited some people over for the evening, and said I was more than welcome to join them. I asked who was going to be there, and she said that she usually invites several hot guys over to screw in the New Year with they occasionally brought a few women with them to share the fun. The night before had been a bit of a man pleasing effort, with a few exceptions, and when she told me the guys coming were exceptional at giving a woman what her body needs sexually, I agreed to stay. Julie told me that all the women dress as sexy as they can, to enhance the mood. 

We spent the day getting everything ready for that night. I asked her about work, and she told me that work was usually shut down that evening because most of the women appreciated the time off, to do their own thing. That and most guys that came in were extremely drunk, and things quite often would get out of hand. 

The day was passed getting the house, and ourselves ready for the evening. We decided to have a nap that afternoon, and fell asleep again about 4: 00PM. We woke up again at 7:00 PM and made the final preparations. There was food to set out, kitchen utensils to get out, and of course we had baths to take. We ended up bathing together to save time, and as a result of our previous mutual activities, we ended up having some sex as well. It was refreshing to have a woman bring on the greatest of pleasures another woman can have! Julie definitely knew how to please another woman. She tried hard to suck my clit out, but in the end she had to give up as she was expecting her company soon. 

We had to decide what we were going to wear that night as well. I was glad that Julie had a wide selection of clothing that fit both of us. She is just about the same size as I am, except for her tits, and they are one bra size smaller than mine, other wise we could wear each others clothing. When she told me to pick out what I wanted to wear for lingerie, I nearly died. She owns more lingerie than a major department store.

I immediately started to pull out different sets of lingerie, and there were people ringing the doorbell before I was forced to make a choice.

I selected a sheer red corset type of thing with attached garter straps with matching string thong panties. The material of both items was very thin, and one could count the freckles on a tit or they could count the tiny spots that shaved hair grows out of, If the woman let them. There were lines of seams that ran around, and across various parts of both items, but the over all result was that I might just as well have been naked.

There was very little stretch in the material resulting in my boobs over-flowing the bra cups. All that held the corset together were three tie strings starting from each side at the back. The ties were long enough to tie in the front. There were about six inches of my flat belly exposed between the corset and the panties. I slipped a pair of red stockings on my legs, and then I put on the dress I had selected earlier.

The dress was made of a double layer of almost the same material as the underwear I had on. Believe me when I say that the dress did little to hide what I had on underneath. I had seen Julie wear it at work on a few occasions. The one big difference was that there were only 4 places on each side that were held together. Each of those spots was only a half-inch wide, there was one just under my arm pits the next was even with my breasts, the third was a few inches above my hips while the fourth was the same distance below my hips. Julie had chosen a more conservative outfit. Her lingerie was quite similar to mine, but she chose a transparent blouse, and a pleated mini-skirt. I knew that we would both be showing off our stocking tops and garter straps whenever we sat down, mind you mine did show through the thin material of my dress. My dress was a pull over type, and only had one hook at the back of the neck. 

The party crowd began to arrive at 7:00 PM, and things slowly began to happen. When everyone had arrived about 7:30 there were 12 men, two black, and ten white and 3 women. Julie had been right. The other woman was dressed in a very short skirt that did everything but stay down. Her blouse was a transparent white, and her black bra was a half-cup affair that left her nipples outside of the cup. Julie turned on the music, and soon there were people dancing in couples, and more. Each of the women there danced with one guy at some point of time, but usually there were two, or even three guys to each of the women dancing. The dancing started out rather mundane, but as the evening wore on, the dancing gradually became more, and more erotic.

It was about 9:30 when the third woman, Shannon started to get more involved sexually on the dance floor as she started to grab at the crotch of the two guys she was dancing with. The guys had already been slipping hands inside the openings of my dress, but as I rather suspected they would, I didn’t object. I caught a smile from Julie as she saw Shannon groping for cock, and I figured what the hell. I slipped into the arms of the man I was dancing with, and pulled my crotch in tight to his thigh. He responded by slipping both of his hands into the side openings of my dress that were the same height as my ass. His fingers were soon kneading away at the firm flesh he found there. 

I was still making discoveries about my wife. She very seldom dances at all, but like this? NEVER! I usually had to beg her to dance; I still think I will have to figure out how to make an appearance where she works. I can hardly wait to see the look on her face. I don’t know if I will take full advantage of what I have learned or not. I will have to try talking with Julie to set something up. I only hope that it works out all right. 

Julie was dancing with two guys, and she started to swing between them causing her skirt to flare out exposing a lot more than just her stocking tops and the garters of her garter belt! The guys with Shannon soon had their hands groping at her ass whenever her skirt rode up, which was all the time. It didn’t take long for the other 7 guys to join us on the dance floor. I quickly had 8 hands exploring the openings at the side of my dress. Shannon had 8 hands massaging her ass, while Julie had the same number of hands exploring what ever they could grab as she swung from man to man.

The dancing continued until it appeared that we were all exhausted. Julie whipped up some drinks for all of us, and we sat down to eat some of the spread she had laid out. There were all kinds of finger food, and desserts to choose from on the platters we had set out earlier. When I had a chance, I walked over to Julie when she was alone for a minute. I asked her what the washing procedure was for the dress I was wearing. She told me that it could be machine washed, in warm water, and then she asked me why.

I grinned as I told her what I had in mind. “I was thinking that I might be getting careless. I might end up dropping some delectable items on it for a few guys to lick off.” I told her!

Her grin back told me everything I needed to know. I headed for the dessert section on the counter, and I selected a rather large strawberry, and dipped it into the tub of whipping cream. I turned to look around, and damned if the strawberry didn’t fall out of my hand. It landed, whipped cream first, high on my right tit. Leo saw what happened, and came over quickly with a cloth. I asked him what the cloth was for. He gave me a questioning look, and as he did, I thrust my tit up towards his mouth. I didn’t have to say a thing. His mouth clamped down right on the spot where the whipped cream was. He took several swipes with his tongue to remove all traces of cream. 

The rest of the guys didn’t notice what I had done, but they all saw what Leo was doing. I allowed him to hear a personal moan as he lapped up the spilt cream. I saw several jaws drop, and heard a few wolf whistles from the guys as well. Shannon was sitting in the lap of one lucky guy, while Julie was engaged in a mini groping session with another one. A look at the clock told me that it was getting close to 11:00 PM. I also noticed that Julie was watching the clock as well. It was just shortly before 11 that Julie called us all into the living room. She had three envelopes in her hand, and as each woman entered we were given one. She had a few cards in her other hand as well.

She announced that as it was 11:00 PM, it was time to decide who was going to start the night with which of the women. She had the guys all sit down, and then she handed each of them a card.

“There are 4 cards of each suit “ she said, “the men will each draw a card, it will be either a deuce, a four, an 8, or a jack. The high card will be the man to settle any arguments about what order the men of that suit have about their order of sexual action. Do any of you have any questions?” There was a couple from one of the guys, but her explanation satisfied them. “Good!” she said as she passed out the cards after she had shuffled them, and each of the men had cut them.

None of the women had opened their envelope as yet, so we had no idea, which of the guys we might end up with. Leo, Brian, Sam, and Tom all drew spades. Gerry, John, Claude, and Norman all drew Hearts. That left Ed, Victor, Art, and Mike with diamonds. Leo and Sam were the two black men, and I was trying to figure out how it had happened they were in the same group.

Julie then turned to the women. “All right ladies! It’s time to open your envelopes!” she told us! I tore mine open, and found the queen of spades! 

Shannon drew the queen of diamonds, leaving Julie with the queen of hearts!

“Join your men ladies” she said with a flourish. “From this point on, anything the guys want is fair game.” She added. “Gentlemen. Remember that everyone MUST be naked before 12:00 mid-night for the celebrations. “And another thing, there will be points for originality, this is a contest.” She said. “It doesn’t matter how you do it, but it WILL BE DONE.” 

Julie called over to the groups around Shannon, and myself. “Remember, the Jack of your suit will have the last word on any discussions!”

The guys showed me what they had for cards. Sam had drawn the Jack, Leo had pulled the deuce, and Brian held the 4 leaving Tom with the 8. There was some discussion about getting everyone naked. Sam suggested a group strip, while Brian was all in favor of just peeling our clothing off. The discussion lasted for ten minutes before Sam settled the matter. He had decided on doing a group strip, with the guys removing my clothing, while they undid theirs, and I removed it. I asked Sam how he would like to get my panties off as I had put them on before I had hooked the garters to the stockings. We had another discussion, and it was a unanimous decision.

Each guy would use his mouth to move a garter. He would unhook it, and then carry it up to the waistband of the panties, pull it away from me, and then tuck the garter inside of them. He would then use his mouth to pull the garter down to the stocking top. He could use his hands to attach them back on again. Then the panties could be taken off. They would again coordinate their movements and use their mouths to pull them down. We figured we would need 6 songs to complete the process. There were six songs, and five would be used removing clothing, that would mean a last song in which we would do a little bit of physical examination of the other sexes. The last song was fairly well known, and we planned a big finale for the ending of the song.

Sam told Julie what we required, and she made the arrangements for us. She dug out one of her old strip tapes. She gave it to Sam, but said we would have to be quick with what we were going to do. Shannon’s group went first, and they simply did a mutual clothing removal. Julie and her bunch were a bit more creative, but it was still a basic group mutual strip of each other all at the same time. They had all taken less than a third of the available time, so we had a few extra minutes to put our plan into effect. Two of the guys in my group had worn jackets, so they left them off to keep the guys equal in the number of items each wore. Each of the guys wore 5 items, while I had 5 items on. We had decided to remove both stockings at the same time. 

We started with Leo and Sam on one knee, with me sitting on both of their raised knees. Brian and Tom stood behind us with their hands on my shoulders. When the music started, I slowly stood up, and as I did, the dress came off. While the guys were working on my dress, I began to undo the buttons of their shirts. When the guys had the dress off, I danced around the men and pulled out their shirttails while they finished the buttons. I then slipped the shirts off their shoulders. We then danced around until the song ended. The second song was the one we decided to strip off my panties, as well as the pants the guys were wearing.

The plan we worked out didn’t quite go off as well as we had hoped, but it did work, even though it took a bit longer than we figured it would. That left the guys naked from the waist up, and with the exception of my stockings, I was naked from the waist down. The guys then had the job of removing my stockings, while I took a sock from each of them. They all stood wailing while I danced around them removing the one remaining sock each had on. The last item I had on was my panties, while the guys each sported a well-tented pair of shorts. The fifth song ended with all of us buck-naked. It had worked out extremely well for us; even the other two groups were applauding our performance. The last song also revealed the size of the cocks the guys sported at full erection. The cock in front of Sam was HUGE. It must have been all of 9 inches long, and it looked thicker than a beer can.

I was in total awe of his equipment. The last song started, “Pretty Woman”, the version done by Roy Orbison. I began on one side, while the guys were on the other side of the room. We walked towards each other, and of course I looked back, just like the song says. The only difference was that instead of carrying on, I walked back to where they had stopped, and began to caress bodies as I walked around them. The guys weren’t to be out done; their hands were sliding around my body while I circled them. Two hands slithered across my tits, and that started my nipples rising. Two other hands slithered around my waist, and of course they managed to finger my mostly hairless mound as well. They shifted their hands up, to my tits, and down to my lower genital region each time I made a complete circle. When the song ended, I had my mouth open, right in front of Leo’s cock, and my ass pointed to Sam’s HUGE monster. The other two were on either side of me with their cock in one of my hands.

The song ended, and when it did, Sam moved forward, and gently probed his love tool at my pussy. Leo saw what he was doing, and his cock quickly probed my mouth, but neither guy remained with his cock touching me for more than a few seconds. 

We quickly found out that Julie had made allowances for a slow performance by any or all the teams by turning her clock ahead a half-hour. We still had another 40 minutes to wait for mid-night. We all resumed our drinking, and eating. I don’t know if it was deliberate or not, but both Sam, and Leo did what I had done earlier. They ALLOWED some whipped cream to fall on their cocks. I did the only thing I could; I slurped it off both of them. Brian and Tom were quick to catch on, and some how or other, they ended up with chocolate on theirs. I didn’t see any reason to object, so I sucked them clean as well, but not enough to cause them to become overly excited. Julie happened to catch me doing the CLEANING chores, and suggested that we all wait until the New Year arrived. 

I had never in my entire married life even thought that Connie had any thoughts about acting the way that she was writing. It bothered me some that she could do it behind my back, but I was totally thrilled that she was doing it. I have been thinking a lot about her sexual needs while I am out of town, but this is more than incredible, it’s fantastic! She had never voluntarily given me a blowjob, and I was looking forward to the day it happened. The more I read, the more I wanted to be not only a part of her new found life, but a BIG part of it as well. 

There were only a few minutes left of the year 1999 when Sam said he needed to use the washroom. His cock was still rock hard, and as he walked past me, I asked if he might require some help aiming something that big. He smiled at me and said if I was able, he was willing to let me assist him. I was up, and gone in an instant. I looked back over my shoulder, and both Shannon, and Julie had envious looks on their faces. There was no point in me doing anything, so I just swiveled my head around to admire his manly appearance. We all know that a healthy percentage of a guy’s cock is internal, and that it doesn’t bend downwards all that well when he is in a state of erection. I entered the bathroom first, and straddled the toilet in such a manner that I would be facing him.

He walked up to the toilet, and leaning forward, he permitted me to aim the biggest sex weapon I had ever seen. He had rested his head on my shoulder to ease the strain on his internal workings. He helped me aim by holding onto his cock with one hand while the other was against the wall. I was watching when he began to do what he had come in for.

MY GOD! THE STREAM OF PISS WAS WIDER THAN A PENCIL! I just knew that I would have to have his cock spew his man juices into my pussy, and my mouth. It suddenly dawned on me. WHAT IF I CAN’T GET HIS COCK INTO MY PUSSY? I CAN’T EVEN GET MY FINGERS WRAPPED AROUND IT. IT IS AT LEAST TWICE THE THICKNESS OF KEVIN’S COCK I thought to myself.

I knew that there were times when Kevin had to work at it to get my juices flowing for his cock to be able to function properly. It was just about the time he was finishing his task, when the hand holding his cock fell away, and went right for my pussy. My legs were on either side of the toilet, so he had plenty of room to get his palm against my rapidly moistening sex hole. He lifted his head, looked me in the eyes, and asked me if I was worried about being able to take his cock all the way. I sheepishly nodded yes, and he told me not to worry, he had yet to fail to penetrate any woman he had chosen to have sex with, and he didn’t think I would be the first. As if to emphasis his point, he slipped two fingers into me.

“See? That’s how easy it is going to be when we do what we want to” He told me! “When the time comes, you will be so horny there will be no chance you will let me leave without fucking your brains out!” 

Sam seemed to be so self-confidant that I began to cast some doubts on his sexual ability. I mean how can a guy know what I will, or won’t do? I also knew that there was no way I was going to refuse him his shot at satisfaction, after all, I still wanted to try experiencing his monster cock. When the last dribbles of piss had fallen from the knob of his cock, I plucked some toilet paper off the roll, and pointing his cock up, I dabbled the end of it. Sam was standing up again, and as he backed away from the toilet, I leaned over, and tried to take his cock into my mouth.




The Diary Ch. 03



Disclaimers:

Mine, all mine. Female loving, hating, and all that's in between. I'm sorry for the prolonged delay for this chapter, but I hope it was at least worth the wait. If you liked it, let me know. If you didn't, let me know that too...but gently...I'm a fragile writer ;) 

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The next morning, I woke up with a silly grin on my face. I stretched lightly and searched for my companion. Deep down I dreaded the morning after, knowing things wouldn't be as simple as they were last night, but I was ready and willing to face the new day head on, whatever it may bring. I couldn't even imagine how wrong I could possibly be. Jeanie, whom I had spent the night making glorious love to, was standing at the end of the bed holding her diary in her left hand, pointing it accusingly in my direction. Her expression was different. I had never seen her look so cold as she had in that specific moment. 

I did the only thing I could do. I gulped. Hard. 

"'Morning honey." I said with a strangely squeaky voice that didn't quite seem like my own. 

Jeanie's frown deepened as she threw the diary toward me, making it land with a soft plop on my sheet clad stomach. "Care to explain?" She said in a barely controlled voice as she continued to gaze intently in my direction. 

I resisted the urge to cringe, holding her gaze. "Umm..." I shrugged, looking down at the leather bound notebook. Picking it up carefully, I looked at it from top to bottom, from back to front, and then laid it back down. "What is this?" Did I mention I was really bad at acting? Well, at that moment I would have given just about anything for a drop of talent. 

Her eyes narrowed to such a frightening degree that they almost looked closed. Her blood was boiling, that much was obvious and I realized that I never ever wanted to be a target for her anger again. That is, if she ever spoke to me again after this day. With a menacing growl, she whispered through clenched teeth, "Though you try your best to act like it, not even you can be that stupid!"

This time I actually did cringe. I opened my mouth for a moment, to say something, but when nothing came out I made a great imitation of a fish before snapping my trap shut. Thinking about her words as she hurriedly made her way around the room, gathering her belongings, I frowned, "Hey, I resent that." My words fell on deaf ears as she silently got dressed, arranged her wild hair and prepared to storm out of my house. Looking at her going from one corner of the room to another and back, she reminded me of the Tazmanian devil. One heck of a temper those two had. My breath caught in my throat, making me choke when she glared at me, as though sensing my wayward thoughts and my irresistible instinct to chuckle. The chuckle got choked down, and I quickly scrambled out of bed myself. I couldn't let her leave like that. Not only was she the best sex I'd ever had, she was my best friend, and I think...well, I don't know what I think, but I knew I couldn't let her leave. She was already on her way out of my bedroom, when I got entangled in the bed sheets and crashed down on the floor with a loud thump. 

I heard her footsteps pause for a moment, and then her sweet voice ring through the house, "Did you hurt yourself?" 

Joy leaped through my chest at the kind question. There must still be a chance. She must still care for me...somewhere deep down. "Yeah, I fell and hit my head," I answered pathetically. My head was actually beginning to throb and a caress from her would have done wonders. 

"Good!" She yelled, and I could hear her footsteps gaining speed again. 

I groaned as I got up and went after her. I guess that caring part of hers is buried really deep down. I reached the living room just in time to see her open the front door. Before I could stop her, she slammed the door shut in my face. I stumbled back and only by sheer luck I managed to level myself on my feet. 

How could a morning that should have been troubled by completely different issues had gone so wrong? I was miserable; my head ached, my heart ached, and my libido...well, that was actually recuperating quite nicely after last night. I simply couldn't help the lecherous grin that spread across my face. Groaning, I slumped against the door, moaning in pain when I hit my head in exactly the same spot I had hit it earlier. Luckily for me, I didn't need a well functioning head in my line of work. 

Well, I was alone again. Back to my lonesome self, in a huge house that constantly reminded me of Jeanie. "Might as well start gathering a bunch of stray cats.." I mumbled to myself.

I spent the rest of the day moaning my pitiful state, thinking about things and how they had gone so terribly wrong and trying to think up a way to get Jeanie back. I knew she would probably not answer my calls for at least a few days and I decided to let her cool down for a bit before trying my luck. My bed seemed so empty now that she was gone, and I didn't care how much of a cliché that sounded. I write fiction, damn it! Two women...two writers...sheesh...what have I gotten myself into? 

What have I done really? I tried to think rationally. I didn't kill her favorite cat, I didn't commit a terrible and heinous crime...all I did was read her journal from when she was a kid! What was so wrong with that? Well there was the fact that I didn't tell her, and kind of hid her diary from her. And maybe I should have told her about it before we had sex...I'm sure we would have laughed and laughed about it for hours. I covered my face with my hands, shaking my head back and forth like a demented puppet. 


Finally, I sighed in defeat. It had turned dark and I needed the rest. I was physically and emotionally exhausted and the preparation for tomorrow was starting to take its toll. I didn't plan on just letting her go. At least not that easily. And I had to have my strength with me after her temper display of today. She was a feisty one, and I liked it. Call me a masochist, but I enjoy a little spice in my life. Now I wonder, did she take her diary with her? 

After actually spending an hour of searching for that diary, and coming up with nothing, I finally fell into a restless sleep. I kept dreaming of that scene over and over again, and every time I saw Jeanie's face it would get scarier. At first, she only had a pair of fangs, but then she actually grew horns and a tail. I won't even tell you to what image of her I woke up. Was my unconscious trying to tell me something?

The following morning I tried to get my house and my head back in working order. I tried calling Jeanie a couple of times, but always got her answering machine. After leaving a pathetically sappy message, I decided to try my hand at some writing. Since this whole Jeanie episode began, I had stopped writing, finding myself constantly preoccupied with something else; once it was her hair, then it would be her nose, lips, eyes, and several other anatomical parts that I enjoyed studying. It was truly torture. She was finally mine, after all this time, and then this happens. Me and my hiding skills. I couldn't even do that properly. I'm surprised I found my way around her body. That same lecherous grin appeared. Oh yeah, and I would find it again and again, if I have anything to do with it. 

So after taking a round trip down the gutter and gathering some material for my new novel, I sat down to write. Here I was, in front of my computer, writing program all ready to go, and nothing. Absolutely nothing! I put my hands on the keyboard, and even tried simulating the sound of typing, but to no avail. My brain was...dead. That was it...I was brain dead. I had finally gone and done it. Thinking the same system of repairs would work on my head like it did on my computer, I started slapping its side. But nothing worked. Eventually, I stopped, taking my head in my hands, rubbing the sore spot. It was all Jeanie's fault. She had sucked all my creativity out of me. I was a barren wasteland because of HER! 

Picking up the phone, I decided to let my tormentor know the result of her actions. She had probably had all of this planned, trying to drive me insane. When the machine picked up, I said furiously, "I can't write anymore! Are you happy now? You've stolen my lifeblood, my career, my life!" Overdramatic? You bet your ass! Then I hung up. If she was so intent on torturing me, then I would give her a taste of her own medicine. I would call her so many times until she would pick up just so she wouldn't have to hear my recorded voice anymore. 

From that moment on, I called her every few minutes, leaving weird messages after every single beep. She will get tired of this soon enough. I just knew it. Besides, I had nothing better to do so might as well use my time productively. After a while even I was starting to go a little crazy...imagine that. My messages became stalker like, and I snickered at the thought. She already thinks I'm a crazed stalker, the least I can do is substantiate her assumption. 

"Jeanie? Are you there?" That was my 30th message. 

"Jeanie? Pick up." My 40th. 

"Jeanie? Jeanie? I know you're there." 50th. At that point, I'll admit, I may have gone a tiny bit over board. She wasn't answering and I probably was freaking her out so badly that she would never return my calls again. So I stopped. And then I sat in front of the phone waiting. You see the kind of life writers lead? Now do you understand why most of them go cookoo before the age of 40? Well, it seemed that I was right on my way. 

It took two more days but that phone call finally came. She called. And she was screaming so loudly that I practically threw the receiver on the floor when I first picked up. I let her exhaust herself for a bit before I even attempted to join in on her monologue. "Jeanie?" I asked tentatively. 

"Yes, who else would it be, you nutcase? How could you leave 100 messages on my answering machine? Are you crazy? I was gone for a couple of days just to come back to that! What is wrong with you?" 

I cringed and bit my lip in thought...oops. How could I have known that she wasn't home? I automatically assumed she was giving me the silent treatment and not answering my calls. And I'm the crazy one? 

"I only left about 50 messages," was my pathetically sounding response. "Can I see you?" If there is one thing you can say about me is that I'm at least persistent. I might be crazy, but I'm crazily persistent. 

I could almost see Jeanie's face as there was suddenly silence. She was probably looking at the receiver in her hand with an incredulous expression, trying to figure out how the heck she got entangled with someone like me. "No!" She screamed and hung up. 


I pursed my lips in thought, "Well, we've made a little progress. She's cracking." I smiled smugly and went back to my computer, giving writing another try. 

The words actually began to flow onto the screen, but they were slow in coming and not wonderfully poetic, but at least I was writing again. It was a re-entry into the world of the living, and I couldn't wait to see Jeanie again. I wondered, for the thousandth time, if she might lend me her diary from time to time once we've made up. I chuckled at the crazy thought. Maybe I could get her to read it to me. I spent the rest of the day writing with a silly, face splitting grin curling my lips. Can you say, clueless? 

After three days of fluent writing, my hopes were back up in the sky. I had called Jeanie from time to time but other than yelling at me some unintelligible words, I barely got a chance to put a word in before she hung up. As the days went by, her screams toned down and I even got to slip a word or two in before she hung up. We were getting somewhere and I couldn't wait to take her in my arms again. Feel that soft skin gliding against my own. That ravenous tongue delving into my depths, making me dizzy with desire. I couldn't wait to hear her moan and gasp into my ear as I took her body higher than it's ever gone before. My dreams were plagued with the image of her. Her image, this time, was of her true form, an angel in stark nudity, waiting for me to stake my claim. 

Our last call actually resembled a dialogue. She let me speak for a moment or two before she cut me off. Gathering my courage, I eventually managed to slip a few last words in, "Can I see you?" 

There was silence on the line and then her voice, the soft one I had missed so much, returned. "You can do whatever you want." Then she hung up. 

Luckily, I'm a woman. If I were a guy, he would have probably misinterpreted her answer and let her mull things over for a while longer, while unbeknownst to him, she would have mulled a cruel break up during that time period. Me, I knew my way around hints. Well, no, I sucked at them actually, but I knew that it was a loud and clear invitation, and I was more than ready to face the storm. I had no idea how true those words would ring. 

Dressing in my best clothes, a pair of pants and a t-shirt – I'm a struggling artist, keep your criticism to yourself – I bought a long stemmed red rose and drove to her place. My heart was floating in my chest with happiness. We would finally be able to continue from where we had stopped, before the "diary" incident. I could feel my mouth begin to water. Stretching and cringing at the cracking of a few bones, I got out of the car and went to ring her doorbell. How things have changed, how tables have turned kept running through my mind. Shaking my head of any thoughts, I placed a large smile on my face when I heard her turn the lock. 

When the door opened, she took a quick glance at me, and then turned her back and moved back inside, leaving the door slightly ajar. Licking my top lip, I blinked and stared, "Okay..." I stretched the word out, and then made my way inside. 

"This is for you," I said charmingly, waving the rose in my hand. 

She nodded and flopped on the couch. 

OK, this may prove to be a little harder than I thought. 

Making my way around the couch, I took a seat next to her, but not close enough to touch. "How are you?" 

Who knew such an innocent question could trigger such a bout of profanity from such a tiny thing like her? You learn new things every day. 

Letting her get it all out of her system, I simply cringed quietly, cowering back into the couch. I was pretty sure even a sailor would be proud of her...there were a few words I didn't even know existed. It was good to know she had mastered the art of profanity. I would have to take advantage of that one of these days. 

"What kind of person does something like that? Huh? What kind of person reads someone else's diary and uses it to get them closer, to lure them in? Did you think I wouldn't find out? I can't believe I fell for your scheme. God!" 

I think this was a good place to intervene and share my thoughts. "I didn't use it against you. I just happened to find it and read it, and then you just happened to stop by. It was all a big misunderstood coincidence." 

"If I didn't know you better I would think this was the act of a very calculating, cold and twisted person." 

I smiled crookedly. "Thanks...I think," I said and frowned. 

"I liked you, you were my best friend and I trusted you more than I remember ever trusting anyone else in my life. You betrayed that trust with your stupid carelessness and I don't know if I could ever forgive you for that. I let you touch me!" She was furious again. For good reason, I'll give her that, but hey!

"Hey! You let that baboon of an ex-boyfriend of yours touch you and never seemed to complain! Yes, I touched you, and you liked it, whether you want to admit it or not." I sulked. What can I say, I'm a big, whiny, overdramatic, idiotic baby! So sue me. 

"Ugh! You are so infuriating!" 

I got up from the couch and faced her, "Well if I'm so infuriating, hit me! Hit me if you think it would make you feel better." The words were barely out of my mouth when I felt her fist connect strongly with my face. 

I stumbled backwards, nearly falling on my ass from the incredible impact. I touched my eye gently, palpating the reddening skin and wincing with pain. Opening incredulous eyes, I looked at her in shock, "You...you hit me!" 

"Well you did say I could hit you!" She answered with a little less venom in her voice. It seems the punch had calmed her some. I was glad because I wasn't sure if I could take another one of those mean right hooks. I'm a writer, hence, I'm a wuss when it comes to physical violence. 

Covering my face with my hand and whimpering like a wounded animal, I stumbled my way to the couch and crashed down. Jeanie was starting to feel sorry, I noticed from the corner of my good eye. Taking every ounce of advantage out of the situation, I groaned pathetically. Slowly moving closer, she took a seat next to my prone figure, trying to pry my hand away from my throbbing face. 

"Let me see." 

I sniffed childishly and turned my head away. 

Jeanie narrowed her eyes and scowled. Call me psychic, but I think I knew my act was wearing a little thin and I lowered my hand, letting her inspect the damage. "You'll live." She finally said. 

I grunted and turned my face toward the couch. 

"I'll get you some ice." 

If it meant that we could overcome this whole ordeal and go back to the way things were, I gladly would have accepted my punishment, bearing my shiner with pride. But things still seemed a little rocky and I had to play my cards right. It was time for me to act like a grown up, or at least try to do a good imitation of one. 

Jeanie got back with a pack of ice in her hand, which she placed none too gently on my eye. "This should keep the swelling down." 

"Thanks," I grunted. 

"I'm sorry that I hit you, but you have no right to play the hurt party here, Danny." She seemingly couldn't hold it in any longer. "What you did was wrong and you know it. Or at least, I hope you know it." She looked at me expectantly. 

"Oh alright, I guess I did deserve that punch, on some level." 

She glared.

"Fine! I deserved it. I know I was wrong to keep it from you, but I never meant any harm in that. I just didn't want you to think I was some kind of deranged psycho stalking you or something."

"Too late," she retorted dryly. 

"You know what I mean...some kind of DANGEROUS deranged psycho." 

She chuckled a little at that. 

My eye was starting to swell, and I could practically feel it turning purple. 

"How's your eye?" She asked, a slight twinge of regret coloring her words. 

"It's still attached." I answered sarcastically. 

"Well, if you ever do something like this again, it won't be for long." She threatened. 

Have I mentioned how much I love feisty women? Yeah, I thought so. 

I jumped her like she was the last piece of juicy steak at a hungry family gathering. Her lips were as soft as I remembered. She tasted so good, but I had to stop. We still had a lot to talk about. I think my head had gotten one too many hits by that time, as actual sense was starting to trickle in. I pulled back and looked at her heaving chest that was just too close for comfort, or more like, precisely close enough. 

"What about our other conversation that we didn't get a chance to complete?" I asked breathlessly. 

She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue and answered, "I'm all talked out. Better leave some things for tomorrow, especially since I seem to have completely lost my mind. Might as well take advantage of that while you can, don't you think?" 

I swallowed thickly, looking at her intently. "Oh yeah!" I agreed wholeheartedly, nodding like crazy as I jumped her once again. In our hurried fumbling, we managed to land on the carpeted floor next to the couch. Nothing mattered more than reaching and touching her silky skin. She landed on top of me and straddled my waist. She began a slow rocking motion that seemed to mimic our previous love making session. As she got my shirt and pants unbuttoned, she said, "I thought that our love making seemed somehow familiar, and I just couldn't place it. It's ironic really. As I was thinking about it, rummaging through your kitchen, trying to find something to cook for breakfast, the answer literally fell into my hands when I opened one of the cupboards. Remind me to never entrust a state secret into your hands..." I didn't have the time to answer because she captured my lips in another one of those breathtaking kisses she was so good at. 




The Diary Ch. 03



When we were both naked, she ground herself against me, keeping my body prone on the ground with her hands pressed against my chest. She kissed and licked a slick path down my chest, torturing my breasts with her sweet mouth. I needed to touch her but she wouldn't let me. She kept my arms firmly on the ground, pushing against my wrists as her hips moved faster. She was close, I could feel it deep inside. Her thrusting became frantic as she lowered her lips to my ear and began to whimper. This is what kept me up at night. This scene, these sounds, these smells kept sending me over the edge of delirium while she kept her distance in her anger. 

Her hips were moving to a tune of her own making, accompanying the sounds she was emitting. When it had gotten too much, she released my hands, using the floor as leverage to thrust harder and faster into me. Taking advantage of my freedom, I pulled her hips closer, matching her thrust for thrust. It didn't take long for her to succumb to the pleasure, and I went right along with her. Her moans increased in volume and her teeth made their mark on my shoulder when we both shuddered in ecstasy. It was that good. I licked my lips in contentment and laid a soft, wet kiss on her glistening shoulder. 

"I must be going crazy," she whispered after a little while. 

"Then the loony bin must be filled with ridiculously happy people," I couldn't help but offer my two cents. 

She chuckled warmly and cuddled closer. "Go to sleep, dumbass. We have a lot to talk about in the morning."

"Where have I heard that before?" I asked quietly, since Jeanie was already well on her way to La-La Land. 

It felt good, perfect really. We were perfect together. And it was destined. No other explanation would make sense. Only one thing seemed to be missing; now where the heck did she put that diary?

The End (will be a sequel...probably J)



The Diary of a Bad Boy



My name is Ted and this is a little story of my involvement with a mature married woman named Janice. This was nothing new for me as I love fucking mature married women. They really reach their sexual peak in their middle thirties to forties and often times they begin to feel neglected. Their sexual appetite becomes voracious and I make myself available to satisfy their urges. I've gotten several pregnant and they loved it, but I digress. 

Janice is about 42 and has been married for about 18 years. She has two children, a girl and a boy, a senior and junior in high school, respectively. Janice is a very pretty woman, 5'5" inches in height, 34 C in the bust, gorgeous legs and ass. She has shoulder length dark hair with a few silver streaks. I'm about 6', 35, 185. As for me, I've been married for about 8 years in what could be called a tempestuous relationship meaning that there were some shenanigans on both sides but we kinda got off on it... 

One day I was working out with my buddy, Scott, at the health club. My wife was out of town for a couple of days visiting her mother. We had ridden over together and were just finishing up. Scott says to me. 

"I've got to stop at this friend's house to pick up some papers." 

"Fine, whatever," I replied. 

We soon got to this nice suburban house and Scott said, "Marci is expectIng us, come on. She'll want us to come inside for a beer or some other refreshment." 

"Huh?" was my response. Since it was all of 25 degrees, I decided that it was better than sitting in the car. 

We went to the door and Scott rang the bell. The door opened and there stood an attractive middle-aged woman, forty-ish. Her long brown hair was in a french braid but her dress seemed a bit unusual. She was wearing a low cut blouse showcasing her ample D tits, a tiny tiny skirt and spike heels. 

"Hi, Scott. I'm glad you finally got here. You must be Ted. I'm pleased to finally meet you." 

"I'm pleased to meet you, too." I replied beginning to think something more was in the air. 

"Get in here, out of the cold, boys. Scott, would you like the usual? Ted, I have beer, wine, liquor..." 

"Do you have any Scotch?" 

"Sure." 

"I'll have a little on the rocks." 

"Great" 

Marci secured our drinks and we were sitting around just shooting the shit although she was all over Scott. It was obvious from the decorations in the house that Marci was married and had a couple of older kids so I was still a little perplexed as to what was going on. Then the door bell rang. 

"Excuse me, boys. That must be Janice" 

I heard another woman's voice. 

"Hi, Marci. Are you going to let me in or are you going to let me freeze out here. Who are your friends?" Janice said without any preconceived ideas as to what was going on. 

"This is my friend, Scott and his buddy, Ted." Marci replied 

"Hello, Scott and Ted, nice to meet you." 

Marci and Janice then had a little conversation within earshot. 

"Where's Steve? You know, your husband." asked Janice. 

"On a business trip." replied Marci. 

"What's going on?" inquired Janice. 

Marci answered with a little bullshit, "I thought that with John out of town on his little ski trip, you could use a little company and play a little Trivial Pursuit." 

Janice readily conceded the point, "Yeah, I'm a little lonely and pissed off but what else is new. Play a little Trivial Pursuit, that sounds innocent enough." 

Marci offered Janice some wine which was eagerly accepted. 

I could see that Janice had seen all of our wedding bands so she was fairly reserved however after about an hour and 4 glasses of wine later, she was loosening up as we all were. She was feeling pretty good and she was laughing at our corny jokes. Scott was beginning to touch Marci in a suggestive manner and making some "sexy" remarks. Marci was obviously enjoying it all. 

Scott had moved over sitting right next to Marci and was fondling her leg. Marci in the middle of a question asked us if we wanted to smoke a little dope. 

She secured the pot and lit up a joint. Scott, Marci and I took a couple of hits and Marci motioned over to Janice to try it. 

Janice laughed, "Marijuana? I haven't done that since college. OK. OK. I'll take a hit." 

Twenty minutes later, Scott and Marci are locked in an embrace and are sensuously exchanging their tongues. 

Janice was high as a kite and she giggled, "Are you feeling good Ted?" I nodded. 

Janice was beginning to look longingly at Marci and Scott, so I decided to stay in the spirit of things, I slid over next to her and tried to kiss her. 

"Don't, please don't, My Husband." she whimpered but her body was boiling hot and melting. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and rather than resisting, she began to suck on it, HARD. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, please stop. I can't do this." She protested. 

By this time, Scott has Marci's blouse and bra removed and he's sucking and squeezing her tits. Marci was loudly moaning obviously loving it. 

I was nibbling on Janice's neck and she was holding me in tight. 

"More Baby, I Love that, What am I saying?" She blurted out but she held me in tight. She wanted more. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Janice moaned. 

Meanwhile, Scott had gotten Marci out of all her clothes and was slurping on her pussy. I could see that the sight of his head between Marci's spread legs was driving Janice wild. Marci was hissing, 

"Lick my hot and wet pussy, lover. Make me cum," Marci was pulling Scott's head tight into her groin and her head was back with her chin in the air. 

I started french kissing Janice again but I stopped to rip open her blouse. I popped her bra and began sucking and squeezing her tits. Her large dark nipples were rock hard and she pushed her tits hard into my mouth as I sucked on them hard. 

"Stop, please, I can't do this." She begged but there was no resistance. She wanted it. 

"Oh God Baby, Oh God." she cried." 

Marci's back was arched and she was screaming. She was cumming hard on Scott's mouth. 

Janice was in a fever pitch now. She wanted to be fucked. 

"Take your shirt off, I want to feel your chest." She hissed. 

I didn't stop with my shirt. I took off every bit of clothing and she took a lustful look at my raging erection. I push a full 8 inches when completely erect and my cock is thick with a huge juicy knob. I then removed the rest of Janice's clothing. Her pussy was dripping wet. 

"NOOOOOO, stoppppp PLEASE STOP." 

But the look in her eyes said FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. She was on the verge of losing it by just watching Scott pummel Marci's pussy with his cock. Her legs were straight in the air and her feet were flailing around as she was fucking. The fwop, fwop, fwop of slapping flesh was intoxicating. 

I went down on Janice. She grabbed my hair. The conversation was very one-sided. She did all the talking. 

"OH JEEZUSS, He's licking my pussy, that velvet tongue is in my pussy. MY CLIT IS EXPLODING, I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMINNNNNGGGG." she screamed. 

"STOOOOPPPPPPPPP, AIYEEEEEEEEEE, JEEEZUS CHRIST" 

"FUCK ME NOW, FUCK ME, I DEMAND YOU FUCK ME" 

"OHHH MYYY GGOOOODDDDDD" 

"MARCI, THE BASTARD IS FUCKING ME, THE BASTARD IS ACTUALLY FUCKING ME." She screamed. 

"DON'T CUM IN ME, oh god fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck UH, UH, UH, UH, Ooooohhhh, UH, UH, YESSSSSSSSSS!!" 

"DON'T CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, THERE, THERE. HARDER" 

The talking didn't mean a thing. This slut wanted my seed in the worst way. The way she had her legs in the air spread wide open and the way she dug into my ass meant she wanted my cum. 

"Look Slut, I don't give a shit that you're married. You want my cum and you know it. I'm going to flood your cunt all night long. You know what, bitch, You love it." I hissed. 

"DON'T CUM INSIDE ME..." 

I was pumping like a mad man. I could tell she felt my cock throbbing and getting ready to explode inside of her. When she realized that I wasn't going to pull out, she relaxed and came again. 

The swelling of hot lava inside me was excruciating. I had to release. I felt a tiny drop leave my knob and then the explosion. I was shuddering and quivering as I shot rope after rope of white hot sticky goo inside my lover's pussy. She kept screaming, 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. DON'T STOP. KEEP FUCKING MMMMEEE!!" 

I drained every drop of my hot semen inside of her. 

I stayed inside of her until my dick started getting soft. She was giggling like a school girl when my cock finally slid out. There was a string of cum leaking from my cock and she took my dick and let the cum drop onto her tongue and gently moved up to lick me clean. 

She was laughing and giggling, 

"I feel so wonderful. Baby, fuck me again." with that she started licking my cock knob and moving her mouth up and down on my shaft. I was getting excited and another erection began to bloom. 

"Hey Marci, did your fuck toy cum inside of you?" 

"Of course, Janice. I can see though that Ted really filled you up, you're leaking all over the sofa." 

"Sorry" 

"Don't sweat it, Scotty has left his cum everywhere in the house." 

Janice looked me in the eye, "Fuck me, Baby, Fuck me HARDER and FASTER than the first time. I want all of your cum in my pussy". 

I positioned her on her knees on the sofa and put my cock just inside her pussy lips. 

"I WANT YOUR COCK INSIDE ME." 

I pushed it deep inside her pussy and began to pump. 

"Oooooohhh, So Deep uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," 

As I was fucking her, I massaged her swollen clit. Her undulating tits were swinging uncontrollably with each thrust. She was getting more and more vocal. 

"SPREAD MY ASS CHEEKS, I want to feel your dick up to my neck.UH, UH, UH, UH, UH 

FASTER, FASTER. MAKE YOUR BABY CUM. UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH" 

I grabbed her hair to pull her head up as I was pummeling her sopping cunt. My cock was throbbing so hard. I was getting ready to paint her cervix with another flood of cum. There wasn't any pretense this time around. She demanded my fuck juice. 

"POP THAT COCK. SHOOT THAT CUM IN ME. I LOVE IT. LOVE IT, LOVE IT" 

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH" was all I could say when I exploded inside her. 

We were resting in between our carnal pleasures. I was gently licking her back and ass while we were watching Scott fuck the bejeezus out of Marci. Janice looked over her shoulder at me with lust in her eyes and cooed. 

"I love having all of your cum swimming inside me. I feel fabulous." 

Janice then laughed and yelled at Scott, "PUMP YOUR CUM IN HER. MAKE HER A CUM SLUT TOO." 

I was really beginning to wonder how a demure conservative housewife could become such a horny fucking animalistic slut. Janice turned her attention back to me. 

"Lie there Baby, I want to taste you. MMMMmmmmmmmmm. I love the way your dick twitches when I lick it. I love your cum." 

I had an erection again. She looked at me with unbelievable lust, "I want it in me, fuck me Teddy, on the floor. Pin my legs wide open and fuck me deep. I crave your seed." 

I did as I was told and sunk my cock inside her up to the hilt and began to pump. 

"THAT'S IT, PRECIOUS, FUCK MY BRAINS OUT. OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, CUM IN ME, FUCK THIS MOMMY, FUCK A BABY INTO THIS MOMMY." 

"ARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I blew my seed inside her a third time. 

We were resting again and I was looking at my lover. She had a full wonderful dark muff but by this time it had been soaked time and again with my semen and Janice just reveled in it. She laughed and cooed at me. 

"I know you think that I'm such an evil slut but, you know what, I don't FUCKING care. I deserve to be fucked like that and I'm going to keep fucking you." 

"I guess I need to clean up and go home now in case John calls from Colorado." 

"Not yet, baby," I whispered. I was hard again. I rolled her on her back. She wrapped her legs around me and we fucked again. I came inside her a fourth time." We went our separate ways shortly after that. 

TWO WEEKS LATER... 

Marci invited me and my wife, Jane, to a party at her house. It was a straight party. I accepted. I hadn't seen Janice since our unbelievable initial meeting. I was standing around with Scott and his wife and Jane sipping on a drink when Janice walked in with her husband. She looked fabulous. Her hair was lying seductively on her shoulders. She was wearing a low cut little black dress with very sheer expensive black hose and spike heels 

I overheard Janice say. 

"Hi Marci, Steve, Thanks for inviting us. John, Dear, go get us some drinks." 

He went obediently to get the refreshments. 

"Marci, where's Ted?" 

Marci pointed over to the corner where I was standing. When Jane had left to mingle, Janice strolled over seductively swinging her cake and cooed, 

"Hi Teddy, Like it? It's all for you." 

"You look fabulous, Baby" I enthused. She gave me a broad smile and whispered, 

"Meet me at the bottom of the basement stairs in 30 minutes." 

30 minutes later - 8:00 pm 

I met her at the appointed time and place. There was no one around. She took my hand, 

"Teddy, in here. This is Hank's room, Marci's eldest. He's in college and we can fuck in here. Lock the door." 

I took her and held her tight. Our open mouths met and she began to suck on my tongue. I unfastened her dress and bra and they fell to the floor. simultaneously she unfastened my pants and helped me remove my shirt etc. We embraced naked swapping our tongues. She whispered in my ear, 

"No Darling, I didn't wear any panties. My sopping wet pussy belongs to you." 

I began sucking on her beautiful erect nipples while gently caressing her clit. She was melting on my hand. 

"Put me on the bed, Teddy. I want you to slurp on my pussy and suck on my clit. I've missed you so much." 

Positioning her on the bed, I gently spread her legs to gain access to that glorious furry pussy and began to make love to her with my tongue. 

"Lick that clit, Honey. Make your Slut Mommy cum." 

Moments later she begged me, 

"OOooooohhhhhhhhhhh, finger fuck me, Oh God, Oh God." 

She was frozen stiff with her back arched. There was a breathless gasp and then she yelled 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" She was cumming and convulsing on my hand. She shuddered hard for a minute or two and began to slowly come down. 

We were locked in an embrace while she caught her breath and she whispered to me, 

"I want to suck your cock." 

She proceeded to make music on my love flute. She licked and sucked all around my swollen knob. She ran her mouth up and down my rock hard shaft and licked and nibbled all around my nut sack. I was fit to explode. She cooed at me with a lustful smile. 

"Like that Baby? It makes me so hot to hear you moan." 

I had to fuck her. I positioned her on her hands and knees, 

"Baby, I've got to be inside you. My cock is begging to be inside your pussy." 

"Oooooohhhh, push your pole deep in me and pump me, baby, pump me." She groaned. 

I began to slowly thrust the full length of my shaft while fingering her clit. She was moaning loudly, 

"Spread my ass cheeks, baby. uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh" 

I stood partially up on the bed to get a more acute angle, 

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh" 

It was too much and she exploded on my cock. This married woman was the horniest bitch I've ever seen. 

"UNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

"Baby, we're really getting too loud, people will hear us." I protested after she recovered some. 

"I don't care if I'm too loud, just pin my legs back and FUCK ME." she demanded. 

She rolled on her back, spread her legs wide in the air and moved me over her pussy. I sunk my rock hard cock inside her and began to really pummel her pussy. She moaned loudly as I fucked her, 

"UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH" 

Her legs and feet were flying uncontrollably in the air with the uninhibited animalistic fucking that that was occurring and the bed was rhythmically squeaking in violent protest. 

That moment of no return was rapidly approaching. My molten cum was burning inside me and wanted to explode inside Janice's begging pussy. She could feel the intensity of my throbbing cock and as I got closer to cumming, She started pulling me in tighter and tighter. 

"FUCK YOUR SLUT MOMMY, CUM IN HER PUSSY, KNOCK ME UP." 

With that I shot several massive molten ropes of love seed inside her. 

"UUUNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." 

I was out of breath but she wanted more and more fucking. 

"Mount me baby, fuck me again, I need more cum." 

I was still hard. I pushed her legs back almost to her ears and put my full body weight on her. I started to slowly rock to try to maintain my erection. She whispered in my ear. 

"Take me baby, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh" 

Suddenly, I heard a man's voice at the top of the stairs call "Janice". I was going to pull out. Thank God, the door was locked. Janice whispered in my ear, 

"Ssshhhhhhh, That's John but don't you dare pull out, keep fucking me, The door is locked. uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh" 

They were at the door testing the door knob. We both knew they could hear the moaning, the slapping flesh and the squeaking bed. They began to laugh. and her husband said, "I hope Marci is having a lot of fun." Marci had quite the reputation and it was obvious that they thought Marci was the slut being fucked. As they walked off, Janice said, 

"Teddy, fuck me harder, cum in my pussy. UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH" 

My cock was throbbing again and I was going to shoot another load deep in her hot cunt. 

"THAT'S IT, HARDER, HARDER, RIGHT THERE. OOOOOOOHHHHH THAT'S THE SPOT. I CRAVE YOUR BABY." 

I spewed my hot lava. 

"UNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." 

We were lying in bed with my cum all over the place. Janice kissed me and said, 

"We need to get back upstairs but I've got all this cum in me. Hand me that kid's t-shirt on the chair so I can wipe myself." 

As she was wiping the cum from her vagina she continued, 

"Ted we need several uninterrupted hours to really fuck ourselves silly. What's your schedule look like?" 

This was Saturday night. I worked Real Estate and had no real work on Monday. 

Janice said, "Be at my house on Monday at 9 am. We can make love to about 2:30 or so." 

I readily agreed. She smiled broadly. 

"GREAT, I'm wet already." 

Monday morning came around. I was horny as hell and I showed up 30 minutes early. She greeted me at the door wearing a silk robe. I saw sheer lacy black stockings with black patent leather spike heels. 

"Hi Baby, Come in." 

She immediately dropped the robe to the floor with the door STILL open. She had nothing on except the sheer black lacy thigh highs and heels. Her tits were standing at attention with her beautiful dark hard nipples. Her muff was gloriously groomed to perfection and her pussy lips were glistening. I immediately tried to start sucking on her nipples. She laughed and said, 

"Come in here, the neighbors don't need to see that. I know, I'm really horny too." 

I picked her up, cradling her and carried her to her bedroom and her marital bed. I was kissing her and licking her nipples as I traversed across the house. 

"Oh Teddy, suck my titties. Take me to heaven." 

I laid her gently on the bed. I dropped my pants first. She was laying on her side, caressing and licking my cock as I took off my shirts. I could see her pussy and it was so wet that pussy juice was literally dripping from it. She begged, 

"Come here Precious, Kiss me." 

I laid down next to her and held her so tight. Our tongues were darting out of our mouths and we were licking each other with extreme passion. She was gasping when she said, 

"Nibble on my neck, baby." 

I whispered in her ear, "I love you, Darling." If there were any inhibitions remaining in her, I just removed them. She immediately tightened her embrace and whispered back. 




The Diary of a Bad Boy



"I love you too, Precious, Make me pregnant with your baby." 

(I found that if you tell a married mature milf that you loved her, she would open her legs wider, her pussy would suck in your cock and she will fuck you in a WalMart parking lot in the middle of the day. I actually fucked three moms in their mini-vans in broad daylight and I mean that I came inside their pussies.) 

Her large dark nipples were like rocks and I began to lick and gently bit them while I was caressing her pussy with my hand. She was pushing her tits hard into my mouth as though she wanted me to devour them. 

"SUCK my tits, they're aching for your love, baby. Oooooooohhhhh" 

"Faster, Honey, make my clit explode, OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH" 

I was flicking my tongue on her nipple and I could feel her clit begin to throb. She was moaning loudly to the point of yelling, 

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, NOOOOOOOOOOO" 

I went down on her and began vigorously slurping on her engorged throbbing clit. 

Her body froze momentarily with her back arched and she suddenly began to buck like a wild animal, squirting ungodly amounts of her love into my face. She was screaming with complete abandon like a banshee. 

"MEEEEEEE, MEEEEEE, MEEEEEE, OOOOOOOHHH 

I immediately took her legs and pushed her thighs into the bed and pushed my cock into position touching her pussy lips. I didn't have to jam it in. Her pussy instantly sucked my rock hard 8" boner deep inside her. 

She was literally crying, 

"Fuck me, fuck me, my love, flood my pussy with your cream" 

I was running my cock hard in and out of her. I made sure every thrust went the full length of my shaft from tip to balls. The wet slapping sounds of our copulating flesh made me just fuck her harder 

"DON'T STOP FUCKING ME, DON'T STOP." 

I was going so hard and fast now, she went limp. Her pussy was wide open, dripping her love juice and I could tell she was ready for my seed. I released her thighs from the bed and pinned her legs back and resumed my thrusting. She was totally in my power, her legs and feet were flailing uncontrollably in the air and her tits were bouncing with each powerful thrust. 

The cum was building and burning inside of me. My cock was throbbing painfully and my knob felt like it was six inches wide. I swear I could feel the gaping hole in my penis widening with each pump. I was almost to the edge, 

"Janice, my precious, I love you, I want you to have my baby." 

"OH GOD TEDDY, MAKE ME A MOMMY, I LOVE YOOOUUU" 

With that I shuddered, convulsed and blew innumerable molten sticky ropes of my cum love inside my woman. 

I don't remember much right after that and neither did she. We were both breathless and panting and went to sleep locked in a hot wet embrace. After about thirty minutes or so I woke up and had to pee. She was still asleep but she looked so beautiful. She was naked, her hair was messed, one thigh high was completely off and the other was down around her ankle. Her legs were wide open so I could see her vagina which was still oozing creamy love from its depths. Her beautifully manicured muff was soaked with sweat, pussy juice and a lot of my cum. 

I was taking a leak and I started getting another erection from this vision of my lover. I was fully hard when I got back into bed. I embraced her and we kissed deeply and I positioned myself over her and my cock instinctively slid deep inside her pussy again. 

She draped her legs over my thighs and we began to slowly pump. We were kissing while we were gently copulating, She started licking and kissing my face while caressing and grabbing my ass while we fucked. She just kept saying, 

"I love you, I love you, I love you." 

We were beginning to pump harder and faster. I raised my chest off of her and began to really pummel her snatch. I was going to drain every sperm I had inside of her and she wanted it. We both took a long look at our genitalia and our love soaked pubic hair coming rhythmically together in physical delight. It really was an intense experience. The only sounds were the rhythmic squeaking of the bed, the slapping flesh and us going, 

"Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh." 

She could feel my throbbing dick getting ready to pop and pulled me tight and deep with her hands and legs when I exploded. 

We were a little more cognizant of our surroundings after this latest consummation of our love and she said, 

"I love it when your love knob caresses and creams my cervix." 

"You can feel that?" 

"Oh yes, baby, it's so wonderful." 

We rested and slept for about an hour or so, then she kissed me and said, 

"Roll on your back, Precious, I haven't ridden my cock yet." 

I laid on my back and she began to give me a magnificent blow job in order to get me hard again. 

"Like that Baby?" 

When I was stiff, she positioned herself over my dick and sunk it in deep." 

She began riding it slowly while intermittent grinding of her clit into me. I was squeezing and licking on her tits. She was beginning to moan loudly. I was gently biting her hard nipples. Her grinding became more intense. I could feel her body tensing up again. She was going to cum. 

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh" 

She was shuddering and shaking for a bit and then began to move hard and fast on the full length of my cock. While still panting from her orgasm, She whispered 

"Momma's gonna make you cum again. OH, OH, OH, OH, OH. You like me riding your cock Precious? I Love it. Let me fuck you for a while. Yes, Yes, Oooh, Oooh. UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH" 

After a few minutes of this, I blew what little cum I had left out of my dick into my love. 

We collapsed. We were both exhausted. We fell asleep intertwined in a loving embrace in a thoroughly soaked bed. After an hour and a half. She woke me up, kissing me and licking my neck. She giggled and whispered, 

"Fuck me Doggy, Baby. I want that cock in me up to my throat." 

She was gently caressing my cock while she was kissing me. It started to emerge from its slumber and then she started teasing the tip of my penis with her velvety tongue. My cock twitched and grew an inch in a nanosecond. Then she wrapped her mouth around it and began sliding up and down taking all of it in her mouth. I was in heaven but I knew she wanted her pussy fucked hard from behind. She moved to position her knees on the bed and her head rested on the pillow. I positioned my love rod touching her pussy lips and pushed it all the way to the hilt. 

I spread her ass cheeks and began slowly pumping. She was moaning in ecstasy. 

"UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, I LOVE YOU" 

I took a firm grip on her hair and pulled her head up. She occasionally looked between her legs and saw my balls slapping against her pussy. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH" 

I was swelling up again. I flipped her on her back, pinned her legs back and plunged my cock deep inside her. I was pumping her like a mad animal. She was yelling, 

"UH, UH, UH, YESSSSSS, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU." 

My throbbing cock was exploding when she cooed in my ear. 

"Cream me, cum inside the mother of your child." 

I was spent. I was lying there when she got up to pee. My cum was draining out of her pussy down her legs and onto her carpet but she didn't care. She acted like a giddy school girl, giggling all the way to the bathroom. She was talking to me while I heard her tinkling in the toilet. 

"I love you so much, Teddy. I have a surprise for you." 

She came out of the bathroom with a tube of KY. She got back into bed, kissed me deeply and slathered some KY on her hands. She, then started rubbing my cock. She would jerk me a bit and then go down on me. I don't know how but I was getting an erection again. 

She nibbled and licked under my balls. I was soon completely out of it. My sexual tension was ebbing and flowing all over the place. I was jello in her hands. 

"I love you so much, Janice" 

"I LOVE you too, Teddy." 

She was now taking my fully erect throbbing penis completely in her mouth. I was freezing just like she did and my back was arched, head back and I was screaming. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

I was cumming, I don't think there was any ejaculate left but I was convulsing, nonetheless. 

I lay there convulsing for a couple of minutes but as I was recovering I pulled her up in a tight embrace and put my tongue inside her mouth. She clung on for dear life and sucked hard on it. 

We slept in each other's arms for a while, until she woke me up. 

"Sweetie, it's almost 2. I need to clean up. The bed is soaked completely through the pad down to the mattress with our love-making. When can we get together, again?" 

"How bout Wednesday, Baby" 

"I don't think so love, I'm too sore." She replied "How bout Thursday?" 

"Good for me. Same time? 

"Yes Precious," 

Tuesday, 10 am Grocery Store. 

I texted Janice on Tuesday and told her how much I loved her and my cock was already aching for its Momma's pussy. 

She texted me back from the Grocery Store that she loved me too and even though she was sore from my passionate love, she was still wet for my loving dick. She missed me. 

Wednesday. 11 am Health & Exercise Club. 

I was in a closing on Wednesday and she sent me a text that she loved me and couldn't wait for tomorrow. 

I wrote back that I couldn't wait either. I was in a meeting but I loved her. 

She sent me another text that said "I want you fuck me senseless and cum inside me all day long." 

She gave me a huge erection. 

Thursday, 8:30 am 

Thursday at 8:30 am I showed up at Janice's front door. I didn't even get to ring the doorbell. She greeted me in the door wearing white lacy thigh highs, white patent leather spiked heels and nothing else. Her breasts were at attention with those delicious nipples and her gorgeous muff was fluffed to perfection. I had an instant hard on. 

"Hi, Precious, Like my Look?" 

We embraced in a long tongue exchanging passionate kiss in the doorway. 

"Come in here, Let me get you out of those clothes immediately" 

She proceeded to get me out of my clothes right behind the closed doors and she gently grasped my rock hard prick and sunk to her knees. 

"Your cock is so magnificent, Let me clean the Pre Cum off the tip, Sweetheart, MMMMmmmmmmmmmm" 

I lifted her up again, cradling her gorgeous body, deeply and passionately kissing her, I only mad it to the edge of the sofa. I had to plunge my cock inside her pussy. 

On the edge of the sofa, her legs legs wide open, in the air, I began to relentlessly fuck her. I was squeezing her left tit while our flesh was slapping hard. She's looking at my 8 inch cock penetrating her beautiful pussy and she lost all inhibitions. The blinds were wide open and we didn't care. The only thing that mattered was satisfying our primal lust for each other. 

"Fuck me, baby, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I don't care if anyone sees me fucking my love." she moaned. 

That really set me off. My throbbing cock craved my lover's pussy and soon I was going to paint her cervix with my baby cream. 

"UNHHHHHHHHHH" 

My hot sticky love was pouring inside my Janice. She just kept repeating, 

"I love you." 

When we recovered enough to move, I picked her up to carry her back to her bedroom. We saw a massive amount of cum on the sofa and carpet, but, again, we didn't care. We both just wanted to keep cumming with me inside my baby. 

"Let me get comfortable, baby." 

I positioned her gently on the bed and began to lick my cream out of her pussy. 

"Lick me clean, baby." she whispered. After a couple of minutes she began to buck her hips. 

"OH PRECIOUS... SOOOO GOOD...MAKE ME CUM" 

She begged, "Suck my clit, Precious, Oooooooooh YES!" 

I slid my fingers inside her pussy and moved them in and out while caressing her clit with my thumb. 

"DDDDDOOONNN'T SSSSTOOOPPP" 

She froze momentarily, started convulsing and unleashed an incredible squirting frenzy on the bed. 

I rolled her on her tummy and pushed my stiff prick inside her and began to pump. 

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh." 

I needed to cum again so I rolled her on her back. I put her legs on my chest, pushed my body against her legs to raise her ass off the bed for the perfect fucking angle. 

"SO DEEP, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH" 

I was pounding her full force and she couldn't get enough. 

"MY GOD, MY BABY, MY BABY, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT" 

My throbbing cock exploded inside her. After we recovered enough to talk, she told me, 

"My Precious, My Love, no one has ever done that to me, I've got to rest." 

I had to take a pee. She was rolling in the bed groaning. My lover was all messed up again. Both thigh highs were around her ankles. Her pussy was wide open and red from the relentless fucking and draining cum. Her muff was soaked with our love juices. She spoke softly while I was in the bathroom. 

"You have no mercy, Teddy. I never knew I was a squirter until you started loving me. I soak everything when you touch me. I love you so much." 

Later, we were laying in bed in an embrace, caressing one another. 

"Let me suck your cock, baby. I want to feel your hardness in my mouth." 

She got me hard in no time with her magic tongue. She straddled me like she did a couple of days before and really began to ride me. We were both in ecstasy when suddenly the phone startled us. Janice instantly recognized the number. 

"GODDAMMIT IT'S JOHN" 

"Hand me the phone, Teddy, keep fucking me, just be quiet." 

"Hi Dear, How are you? You have a meeting and will be late for dinner, 7:30, OK. I love you too. Bye." 

"Ted, put this back on the nightstand. Baby. I am supposed to pick my kids up at 5:00. We can keep fucking for another 5 hours. 

I put the phone back and she started riding my dick like a wild woman. All the time, I was sucking and squeezing/pulling on her titties. She was working her self into another orgasm. She was really pounding on my dick with her hands on my chest when she came. She just started shaking and screamed, 

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

She convulsed for a bit and collapsed off my cock. Her chest was heaving and she was whimpering a little. I snuggled up to her spooning and we both went fast asleep. 

We must have been asleep for an hour and half when she started kissing me, 

"Oh Precious, time to wake up. we need to make a baby," she giggled, "Mount me, pin my legs back and fuck that love child into my womb." 

Eagerly, I did what I was told and soon was pumping my penis inside my love. 

"Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Right there Baby that's the spot, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh My God, I Love You, Darling. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Fuck this mommy OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH." 

My molten love cream was swelling inside me and my knob was aching and screaming for the ecstatic release. The timing was perfect, I had maximum penetration touching her cervix when I exploded. 

"UNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

A few minutes later we were kissing and caressing one another and Janice looked at me and said, 

"I know you think I'm such an insatiable slut. I don't know why I crave you and I don't want to think about it. I just want your cock stroking my vagina and creaming my most intimate place. I love you." 

"I love you too, Darling," I whispered in her ear, "If there was a way, I could become more intimate, I would." 

"I never thought I would ever say this, but there is, My Precious, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want to feel you all the way inside me." 

"Are you sure, Darling?" 

"No one has ever fucked me in the ass, but I love you so much that I want you to push your prick so deep inside me," She hissed. 

I went to the bathroom to find some kind of lubricant. I found the tube of KY we had used a couple of days before but I decided on a little tub of Vaseline instead. We both took a pee and snuggled back into bed. We were spooning and I was nibbling on her neck from behind. I lubed my finger up and began to caress her anus. She was obviously nervous. 

"Precious, why don't you gently rub your clit while I'm loving your butt." I suggested. We were in no hurry. Her rectum was tight but with some gentle and sensuous caressing, it started to relax. I started to slowly insert my finger inside her. With her own stimulation of her clit, she started to gyrate her hips and quietly moan. We kept this up for a good while but I was hard and eager to end my lover's anal virginity. I positioned my cock at the entrance of her ass. She gasped. I slowly pushed my tip inside her. 

She made a little yip. 

"Are you OK, Darling" I softly asked her. 

"Deeper, Honey" She softly begged. 

I pushed in a bit more. 

"It hurts," She said. 

"I'll stop." 

"Deeper, Baby, Deeper. Just be gentle" She softly answered. 

Over the course of the next thirty minutes, I was able to get my cock completely inside her ass. She rolled on her belly and we gently rocked so she would relax and I could stay hard. At this point we were using a lot of lube to keep comfortable.  

At last, I was all the way in. She was well-lubed and I began to fuck her ass in earnest. Not so hard that it hurt but assertive enough to pleasure us both. 

I took the lead and rolled over on my back. She positioned herself in a reverse cowboy and used her legs to keep her pelvis just a little off mine and she rested her head on my shoulder. I re-inserted my cock in her ass and began to pump again. I also massaged her clit and vagina from below. Her sexual tension leaped uncontrollably. I could feel my thrusts in her anus with my fingers. She reached a cataclysmic explosion in milliseconds. I have never seen or heard a woman cum that hard. She was squirting uncontrollably across the full length of the bed. I just had to continue to convulse on top of me until she was finished. 

She rolled off of me, crying, and went into a fetal position. I held her tight until she was asleep and went into the bathroom to clean-up in the shower. I was enjoying the hot water and had completely soaped up when I felt my lover softly embrace me from behind. She took over soaping up and washing my dick. I started getting hard again. 

She turned me around and kneeled down in the shower and began to run her mouth up and down my now stiff shaft. She was kinda new to this sort of thing but she was determined to take the full length of my cock. She did. 

She looked up at me with her now soaked hair and with extreme lust commanded, 

"Fuck me in the mouth, shoot your cum down my throat." 

Didn't have to tell me twice. I had a hold of her head and began to really bang her mouth. She maintained perfect rhythm in grabbing my ass when I thrust my cock down her throat. I don'e know where I got so much cum but I shot ropes and ropes of cum deep down her throat. She didn't gag once. After I quit screaming in ecstasy, she stood up and we embraced and kissed forever in the hot shower. 

The rest of the afternoon we laid in the bed. Whenever she was able to get me hard, we balled. I didn't cum all that much but an erection meant we fucked. It was the most uninhibited primal sex I have ever experienced. We didn't talk except for an occasional "I love you". The only sounds were the guttural sounds of our fucking ecstasy and the rhythmic squeaking of the bed. 

After this unbelievable experience I realized that I had to take a week off from fucking Janice. I couldn't fuck both her and Janie, my wife, at the same time. I just didn't have enough cum or energy. I had to fuck Janie for several days in order to keep her happy and not get too suspicious. When Janice and I first started she was sort of an innocent romantic slut. Janie was just a world class slut that would do anything. Janice, however, had become my ultimate slut and I craved her. 




The Diary of a Bad Boy



Towards the end of my week off, Janice called me at home at night. 

"Sweetheart, I miss you. I need your cock inside me." 

"Janice, what's the problem? You're only supposed to call me on my cell." 

"I know, Baby, but I need you to fuck me." 

"I'll be over in the next couple of days, Sweetheart." 

"You don't understand, Darling. I'm ovulating. I want your child. You have to fuck me now, I love you." 

"I'll be there at 8:00, tomorrow morning." 

"I love you, Teddy." 

"I love you, too." 

Fortunately Janie was outside and didn't hear any of this. 

I know this sounds odd especially involving an illicit affair but in our underlying lust Janice and I were determined to make babies with each other from the very first time my rock hard cock entered her wet pussy. The talk of having a child just made us fuck harder with ever increasing lust and determination. We were going to make a child. 

I walked into her house actually at 7:30 am just after her kids and husband left. She was naked in bed waiting for me. I undressed and slid in next to her. We passionately embraced and kissed. I began to suck on her nipples and caress her pussy. She was obviously already wet and receptive. 

"I need your baby, Darling. I know you love me and want our child." 

Her legs were already spread and in the air and she pushed my stiff cock past her pussy lips. She really began to fuck me hard. The bed was loudly protesting. 

"Baby, I've got to go really deep." I positioned her legs across my chest and leveraged my body weight against her. Her ass rose just slightly off the bed to give me the best angle for maximum penetration. This angle also kept my cock wide open so when I came, it was be like a fire hose of my white hot cum drenching her cervix. She instinctively knew that this position meant that I was 100% committed to making her pregnant. 

With the combination of all my strength and gravity, I was pounding her pussy. She just kept crying, "I love you, I love you." 

When the eruption happened, it was just incredible. Rope after rope of my seed exploded against her cervix. Even after the ejaculation ceased, we kept violently fucking. We eventually collapsed in a tight embrace. We didn't say a word but we repeated the act two more times before I had to leave to get to work. 

This was a Monday. The next three out of four days, we made love trying to make a baby. On Saturday, we met at a Motel 6 and fucked off and on for a good five hours to make sure that she was knocked up. 

Sure enough, a week after that, Janice called me at home again, 

"Sweetheart" she whispered, "I couldn't wait. I'm so happy. I got a home pregnancy test kit. We're going to have a baby." 

I responded, "I love you." 

"Oh my God, I love you, too. I need you to come make love to me, tomorrow." 

"I'll be there at 8:00" 

I got there at 8:00 and we continued our torrid love and procreating affair for several more hours. 

To be continued...