2007-08-31

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Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

A Wife's Diary
by RLM

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Paula: A Beautiful Wife..................and..........A Hot Slut

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Author's Note: During some erotic game play among my wife and I with three couples with whom we are intimate, my wife revealed the total number of men who had fucked her. (See recently posted story, "Game Nights") When it happened, I was surprised, not only because of the large total, but also because she seemed to know the exact number. At the time, I asked her how she could possibly be certain of the exact number given the number of years involved and the size of the number. Her response was that she had kept diaries ever since our wedding day. Naturally, I asked if she would allow me to read them. Her response was "maybe". This story relates some events that happened after her revelation that she kept diaries. ... RLM

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It was an ordinary Thursday morning. After shaving, showering, and taking care of personal hygiene, I dressed for work. Paula had breakfast and a very warm, passionate kiss waiting for me. After she pulled her lips off of mine, she sighed and whispered, "Happy Birthday, Darling". I did a double take because I had forgotten that it was, indeed, my birthday. I laughed and told her that. She joined my laughter. We kissed again, and I asked, "Do you think I have any chance to get a date tonight with a gorgeous blonde? I have it on good authority that she's incredibly hot in bed."

"If I were you, I'd ask the luscious slut. Who knows? You might get lucky."

"But she might turn me down."

"She might... but then she might accept and spread her legs for you. Nothing ventured... nothing gained, you know."

"Ok. I'll risk it."

I finished my breakfast without saying another word. When I left the house for work, I could see the surprise and some concern on my wife's face. After driving a half mile, I pulled into a park, got out my cell phone, and dialed my wife's number.

"Hello," came her beautiful voice.

"Hi. We haven't formally met, but I've seen you many times at company parties with your husband. To come to the point, I've heard that you're really an exciting woman, and it's my birthday today. I was wondering if you could get away from your husband tonight to have dinner with me?"

"Oh, you're heard that I'm a fun girl to date, huh? What's your name, Honey?"

"Sam. Let's call me Sam."

"Sounds good to me, Sam. My husband does nothing but work, play golf, and watch TV. Where should I meet you?"

"There's a good restaurant at the Marriott Inn West."

"Mmmm... good restaurant and very, very convenient... right?"

"My thoughts exactly."

"What time, Lover?"

"When can you get away from your husband?"

"I'll call him and tell him I'm visiting my mother. See you at 7?"

"I'll be there."

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My wife kept me waiting in the lobby of the Marriott Inn until almost 7:30 PM. When she walked it, I immediately decided she was more than worth the wait. She was wearing practically nothing.

"Sorry to be late, Sam. My husband insisted on telling me all about his boring day at the office. I finally told him my mother was waiting and I had to leave. Hi, Mom!"

Every man in the lobby and every man in the restaurant checked out my wife as we walked to our table. Not surprising since half of her tits and most of her legs were on display. She had really outdone herself for my birthday. When she took her seat at our table, she made no effort at modesty. In fact, she opened her legs for my viewing pleasure.

My wife looked drop-dead gorgeous and sensuous for my birthday.

After dinner, we were enjoying a brandy when Paula asked in a soft whisper, "Did you get us a room, Lover? This brandy is good, but it's not what I really want. My husband hasn't fucked me in a week. I hope you plan on taking care of my problem." She reached over and squeezed my very hard cock. "MMmmmmmm.... that's BIG! I think I'm going to enjoy the evening."

"I know I am. Shall we go?"

"In a moment. I brought you a birthday present. You can open it here, but you have to wait until later to enjoy it. Agreed?"

I nodded, somewhat puzzled, and Paula handed me a package neatly wrapped in birthday paper. There was no card. Feeling the package, I could tell it was a book, which also surprised me since I don't usually read novels. When I removed the paper, I saw that it was, indeed, a book, but the hard cover had no title. Opening the cover to reveal the first page, I saw, "My Diary... Vol. 1. First Five Years".

"Is this what I think it is?"

"It is. It covers the period from my wedding day through the next five years. You know I'm taking a real chance letting you read this. Some of what you read is going to shock you, but I'm hoping it also excites you and makes sex between us even better, if that's possible. Happy Birthday, Darling. Do you like your birthday present?"

"Feel me again," I groaned.

Paula's hand returned to my groin where she felt an absolutely iron-hard erection that had be bigger than my normal 8-inches. "Oh Shit! You're fucking HUGE! Let's go, Sam. I want that in me!"

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"Ohhhh fuck! What a cock! You're just huge, Baby."

"Suck it, Slut. Can you?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure as hell gonna try!"

My wife's lips slid over the crown of my cock and moved downward. The sensation was indescribable. As her hot mouth engulfed me, I throbbed harder and could feel my prick swelling inside her mouth. She began to swallow it. "OOHHH fuck! What a mouth hole she had!"

Paula licked the head of my prick and then moved her mouth over it letting her lips slide down the shaft.

"MMmmmmm.... Uugghhh... aaahhhhhhh," came my wife's moans as more and more of the cock disappeared inside her mouth. Then, impossibly, all 8-plus inches of man meat were down her throat and her lips were kissing my pubic hair. Most women who can do that at all, do it for only a moment and then pull back... not my wife. She pressed her mouth even harder against my groin, held my ass cheeks and sucked... sucked it hard... again and again. She didn't even pull back when my first huge load erupted straight down her throat.

My hotwife sucked all 8 inches down her throat and stayed there... sucking... until I poured the load into her belly.

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After I had recovered, I grinned and said, "Your turn, you hot Bitch. Get on your back and spread it wide." I didn't have to tell her twice. She howled with intense pleasure as soon as she felt the tongue spreading her labia and sinking into her sex trench and from there into her hot, wet hole.

Paula got on her back and spread wide, anxiously awaiting the touch of tongue on her excited clitoris.

Her hips churned wildly as she held my head locked into her saddle of her thighs. "Ooohhh suck meeeeeeee," she shrieked. "My clit. OH GAWD! GET ON MY CLIT!"

As soon as I sucked her small cock into my mouth and lashed its tip with my tongue, her cunt contracted in a huge spasm, her juices spurted, and her clit began a wild dance of orgasm. Paula's screams filled the hotel room. My cock was rigid with lust before she stopped screaming.

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"Get on your hands and knees, Baby. This cock's going into your hot cunt."

"Oh gawd YES! Stick it in me! Fuck me, Baby. Fuck my married cunt hole. Give me what my wimp husband can't. Stretch me out with that huge cock, Sam!"

My wife's wet, dilated hole beckoned as she wiggled her ass trying to entice cock into her cunt.

Paula lowered her head to the bed, arched her ass high and waited... panting and moaning. I took a moment to look at her cunt... it was just gorgeous... full, swollen, wet lips surrounding the enticing dark, deep hole. The erect clitoris was protruding from its hood, still slowly throbbing from its recent orgasm. I touched it, and it convulsed bringing a screech of hot pleasure from the groaning female... bent over, ass up, and waiting... right in front of me.

"OHHHH PLEASE! FUCK ME! STICK IT IN ME! HURRY!"

Inch after thick inch of cock dissappeared into Paula's waiting cunt hole.

I fitted my cock into her gaping, dilated hole and slowly sank it all the way into her pussy. The delicious sensation of her cunt enveloping my rod was exquisite. It must have felt equally good to Paula judging from her long, low, sensuous moan that erupted when my cock started into her, continued as it sank deeper and deeper, and then culminated in a grunt when the cock head thumped into her cervix. When I began seriously pumping hard into her, her moans and grunts changed to wails and howls.

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"Aaaahhhhh... push it in deeper, Sam. Oh my god! What a cock... what a cock! You feel like a huge steel ramrod in my pussy, Baby. Is it all in? Have I got all of it?"

"Not yet. One more inch, Paula."

"Oooohhh Shit... my cunt's already stuffed full... can you get the rest in me? Please try... I WANT IT!"

I held her hips and thrust inward. I could feel the neck of her womb being pushed backwards to make room for the swollen cock head that was being rammed even deeper into her throbbing vagina.

"UUUGGHHHHH! SHIT! Is it all in now?" my wife hissed in hot passion, her hips beginning to move against my hard shaft.

"You've got it all, Paula. Every inch."

"That feels soooo damn good in me. You have no idea how good a big, hard cock feels inside a woman's pussy. Now... fuck me, Stud. Slowly... then harder... deeper. Pump it, Sam. Use meeee!"

Slowly, I pulled the huge rod from her clinging tunnel. Her lips clung to the sides of the withdrawing shaft as the hot woman beneath me moaned in ecstasy. When only the head remained inside her pussy, I began the long slide back into her depths... then, back and forth... faster... harder. "Oh Yes! Give it to meeeeeeeee, Sam!" my wife moaned.

Pulling out, I turning her onto her back, pushed her legs up, and thrust back into her throbbing pussy. Her hips surged upward. Her mouth was now wide open, eyes clenched shut, tongue out and flicking rapidly over her top lip. After two more slow, tantalizing strokes in and out of her hot sex tube, my wife's legs rose off the bed and encircled my hips. Her ankles locked and she pulled me deep into her sex saddle.

"Ooohh grind it against my clit, Stud. Yesss! Like that! Just LIKE THAT!" MMMMmmmmm... ooouuuuu...Gawd! I'm about to cum and you've hardly started to fuck me yet. Pump me a little faster, Lover. Make me cum. Shoot that big load into what my husband thinks is his private cunt."

I increased the speed of my thrusts and suddenly my wife's ankles unlocked and her legs shot straight up, rigid with her toes curling back. Her entire body shuddered. "ooooohhhh oooohhhhh... ooohhhhhh... cumminggg!!"

Paula's cunt convulsed in orgasm as "Sam" fucked her.

I fucked into her faster. Her juices were now pouring out of her hole so that my cock was making delicious fuck sounds as it plunged back and forth in her gushing, throbbing hole.

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Two hours later, my wife had had over a dozen intense orgasms, and I was close to shooting my third load into her depths as she rode my cock. Our combined juices had been churning into a thick white froth that coated her entire cunt and thighs as well as all of my cock, balls, and thighs. The hot, squishing noises of cock pumping cunt excited us both.

Paula pumped her ass hard as I poured another load into her convulsing pussy.

"I love hearing that sound," she moaned. "But not as much as I love feeling your big cock fucking me. When you read my diary, Darling, I want you to remember how much I love you. You're the love of my life and absolutely the best fuck I've ever had. Period!"

"Shut up, you hot, beautiful Slut, and pump your sexy ass faster. I'm about to cum in you again!"

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First Year:

The next day, Paula was doing substitute teaching at our local high school. Having taken the afternoon off, I was in our den with her diary in my lap. It began on the morning of our wedding day:

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Dear Diary,

After dating Gordon for seven months, we will finally be married this afternoon, and I will be Mrs. Paula Baxter. I have to admit that I'm very nervous. Gordon has been wonderfully considerate and patient with me over sex. After I told him that I wanted to be a virgin on my wedding night, he was very disappointed, but he honored that through seven months of dating even though it meant he always had to go home with a raging and, I'm sure, very painful erection.

The last couple of months, I did start masturbating him and even gave him oral sex a few times, but he's never been inside me. His cock is just huge... at least eight inches long and so thick, I can't get my hand all the way around him. I excites me so much, I always have to rub my pussy and get off when our date is over, but tonight, after being denied for seven months, he'll be fucking me for the first time. The thought of that monster cock splitting me open is both intensely exciting and also very, very scary. I hope he's gentle or he'll tear me apart. After making him wait seven months, I guess that's what I deserve... a hard fucking from a wildly excited, big-cocked stud. That thought is making me tremble and throb at the same time.

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I had to smile at Paula's description. I remembered our wedding night. She had been very, very nervous, particularly when she saw me naked, my 8-inch cock so damn hard it was probably bigger than 8 inches. I could see her trembling in both fear and excitement as she stared at it... unable to tear her eyes away.

And when I had literally torn her sexy, black nightie to shreds and ripped it from her body, the trembling changed to shaking. I remember that she opened her mouth to say something: "Darling, please, I'm...."

That was as far as she got before I interrupted her. "Be quite! I've endured seven months of female excuses. No more. Get on the bed, Paula. On your back. Do it! Now."

She did as she was ordered, and when she was in position, I had handed her a pillow and said, "Lift your ass and put this underneath." She did and then whined when she realized how the pillow elevated her cunt into perfect fucking position. "Lift your legs, bend your knees, put your feet on the bed and move them as far apart as you can." When her legs were wide open, she was shaking even harder.

Her eyes were wide open as they stared first at my face and then at my engorged, pulsing cock spike. "An hour or so from now, Darling, you're going to regret having punished us both for the last seven months."

Straddling her midsection with my throbbing shaft between her heaving breasts, I leaned over and kissed her... gently... my tongue caressing every inch of her lips, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and then back to her lips. After several passes, I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. It opened eagerly and we french kissed with intense passion until her hips were undulating on the pillow.

Gradually, I moved downward to her big tits. A long time was spent with my mouth sucking first one nipple and then the other. When she felt my tongue moving over her hard nipples again and again, her hands rose to cup both tits and hold them up for me to suck. Before I left her tits, her ass was pumping in fuck motions on the pillow.

Next came her belly and then her shaved mound. She had never had a massage, certainly not a massage with a male tongue working in and out of her belly button... down over her mound and lower belly... back and forth... again and again. I remember how she cried out: "Oooohhhh gawd, Gordon. I've never, ever felt anything like this... it's soooo good... sooo good!"

When I finally moved my head between her wide flung thighs, Paula began emitting a continuous series of soft moans. Each time my tongue swabbed over her inner thighs... closer and closer to her core... she moaned louder and louder. Soon, she began to beg. "Please... please... please... do it to meeeeee!"

"What do you want me to do, Darling," I asked as my tongue moved over her mound only an inch from her pulsing, throbbing clitoris.

"You know... my pussy... please."

"Yes. I know I'm very close to your pussy. I'm looking right at it, and it's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. What about your delicious pussy?"

"Please lick meeeeeeee... lick and suck on my pussy, Darling. I'm about to cum. Make me cummm.... please," she had begged.

After 30 minutes of tongue on her clitoris, my bride had cum four or five times and was begging me to fuck her.

I was hard as stone remembering it. I had spent 30 minutes giving her oral sex. Her clitoris was licked and sucked until it was contracting in hard spasms. I had tongued fucked my bride until she had climaxed on my tongue as if it were a cock. At the end of the half hour, the sheets were soaked with her secretions, her vagina was dilated and open having convulsed in at least four intense orgasms. Even her asshole was opening and closing. Her moans had been converted into meaningless, unintelligible babble. During her fourth orgasm, Paula had lost control of her bladder and further soaked the sheets.

I knew she was ready... more than ready. She was wild for it. I mounted her. Her response had been awesome. She had grasped her legs behind her knees and pulled her knees up to her big tits to make her cunt a wide-open sex target for my cock.

I remembered how she had cum as soon as I put my cock head into the gaping opening of her cunt. She had howled and screamed. Her intense vaginal contractions had almost made me cum prematurely. Slowly, I pushed my length into her channel... spreading her open... pushing deeper. Every additional inch that I pushed into her produced louder and more uncontrolled squeals of female pleasure. She had come again when only 3 inches of cock were inside her pussy.

The memories of her begging and pleading for more cock came back to me hardening my cock almost as much as it had been that night in our wedding bed. With 3 inches of cock in her, I felt the head butt into the barrier of her hymen. I knew she felt it too.

I stroked my cock remembering how she had begun to chant: "Oh god... oh god... oh god... oh god." I exerted more pressure and felt the membrane give slightly ahead of my cock head. "Ohhhh I'll die... I'll die, Gordon... Please don't. You'll tear me to pieces... please," she had begged.

I shut off her cries with my lips on hers and exerted more pressure. Her hymen yielded against the relentless assault of the male sex spike. My bride had wailed helplessly. I had backed off, pulling my cock almost out of her cunt and then held it there for a minute or so. Paula felt me throbbing right at the entrance to her cunt. She wanted to feel it in her again. "Please, Darling. Put it back inside me. Please."

This action was repeated a dozen times... push in three inches... butt up against her hymen... push... listen to my wife moan... push harder... listen to her whine... back out to the entrance... wait a minute until she begged me to fuck her again... over and over. On each pass, I pushed harder against her barrier. Slowly, it weakened and gave way... stretching until I could feel it's strength was nearly gone. One hard stroke and her virginity would be history.

With my cock pressed firmly against her hymen, I again leaned over her body with her legs wrapped around my waist. Her mouth was open, tongue out in the throes of passion. I could feel my bride's hips undulating, thrusting against my hips. My lips crushed hers. Her mouth flew open to provide entrance. After the kiss, I had moved my lips to her ear and whispered, "Are you ready to become a woman for the rest of your life, my sensuous, hot wife?"

Her thighs tightened about me. She literally screamed, "FUCK IT ALL THE WAY INTO ME, DARLING! BUST ME WIDE OPEN!"

One hard thrust into the bottom of my bride's cunt and her hymen was gone forever.

It only took one hard thrust, and my raging cock ripped her hymen to shreds and powered deep...deep...deep into the bottom of her hot, wet, throbbing cunt hole. When the head thudded against her womb, she howled with female lust and passion. I pulled back and slammed my length into her again... then again... and again... and again... until she was all cunt, her vagina, pussy, and clit exploding in one hard continuous orgasm. I had joined her... rapturously firing thick streams of semen deep inside her cunt.

After ridding her of her virginity, we had fucked all night long. Paula was absolutely insatiable. When light was coming through the curtains of our hotel room, she had snuggled tightly against me, her cunt wiggling deliciously on my cock, and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Darling, for torturing us both for seven months. I didn't know. I just didn't know how wonderful it was going to be. Mmmmmmmm... your big cock feels so good inside my pussy. Can you fuck me again, Darling? Please!"

"Oh Yeah! Like that! LIKE THAT! FUCK MY HOT CUNT...OOOHHH GOD.... I LOVE IT!"

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The next two months of diary entries detailed how much my wife loved being fucked and how great a lover I was. It was enormously heady stuff for a man to read from his wife. I loved it. Then, it was time for me to start my graduate program at the university. Paula had enrolled as a freshman in marketing while I was embarked on a very, very demanding Ph.D. program in engineering. The nature of the diary entries gradually began to take on a different tone.

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Dear Diary,

I don't know what to do. Gordon is studying so hard and such long hours on his engineering studies, I hardly ever see him. My courses are trivial compared to his. He studies every night until he falls asleep from exhaustion. It has been two weeks since we fucked, and I'm going crazy.

He's such a wonderful husband. When I've complained, he's immediately cut back on his studies and spent the evenings with me doing all the things I like, mainly fucking me... I just can't seem to get enough. I don't think it was a good idea now for me to have stayed a virgin for so long. Now that I've found out wonderful a hard cock feels inside my pussy, I just can't get enough of it.

As a result of not studying, Gordon failed two examinations and made a D and a C on two others when all of his previous grades were A's. His professors gave him some pretty strict warnings. It was all my fault. So, I've told him to start studying again. It's just for another year and a half until he finishes his course work for his doctorate. Surely, I can stand getting fucked much less. After all, I went 21 years without getting screwed even one time. But it's really hard to do now that I know how wonderful it is.

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As I read the entry, I could easily remember how unhappy Paula had been while I was completing my course work toward my doctorate. Once that was completed, I could work on my research at a more reasonable pace, but for two years, it was really hard on her. But it wasn't hard in her... that was the problem. I had to grin at my play on words. But I hadn't yet read the other entries in her diary. The next entry was dated three weeks later.

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Dear Diary,

There's a really handsome hunk in my introductory marketing class. He's on the varsity wrestling team and he looks like a Greek god or something. Talk about a hard body... Wow! He's not big... he wrestles at 145 lbs, but when he's not pulling weight, he usually weighs about 160. As I say, he's not big, but he looks... he looks... so... so powerful.

The thing is Diary, David spends almost every period in marketing class looking at me... smiling. He's already asked me to have lunch with him three times. I've reminded him that I'm married, but he just smiles softly and says... "It's just lunch, Paula. I wish it were more, but it's just lunch." God. When he says that, I just gush.

Today, David asked me if I would like to study together in the evening. I had told him that Gordon studies until after midnight every night, and he picked up on that immediately. The next class, he suggested we study together. I'm sure he has other plans than just studying.

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When I finished reading the entry, I tried to remember Paula ever mentioning anyone named David. I was certain she never had. But I did remember that after being enormously frustrated with my studying all the time and nearly causing me to fail when I stopped studying to please her, she seemed to gradually accept the situation and there weren't any further problems. I now wondered if David had anything to do with that.

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Dear Diary,

David has asked me four times now to study with him in the evening. I finally accepted. Tomorrow night, I'm going to meet him in the Student Union to study marketing. I picked the Union because there will be a lot of people around and I think every thing will be all right. I know I shouldn't be meeting him... but every time I look at his powerful body... all I can think about is how it would feel to have him between my thighs.

David wore a pair of very tight jeans to class today. He kept his legs open when he talked. I know he did it on purpose so I would see how large his cock is. He looks big... not as big as Gordon, but big... really big. Gordon deserves better than this. I can't believe I'm doing this.

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I wasn't the least bit surprised that Paula's account had gotten my cock hard... really hard. I wished she was home so I could fuck the sexy bitch. But, she wasn't, so I kept reading. Knowing my wife as well as I did, the next long entry was not unexpected. As I read it, mental images of what my wife was doing kept forming, and every time they did, my cock got even harder.

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Dear Diary,

I've "studied" with David for the last two nights now... at least that's what we called it. The first night, we studied in the Union as I had planned for about an hour. After that, David said, "I'm tired of studying this stuff. It's easy and we both know it. We both know we're going to make A's in the class, and we both know why we're here. Come on."

He put his arm around me and led me to his car. We didn't get out of the parking lot for 20 minutes or so. He spent five minutes kissing me and feeling my breasts and legs.

She was so turned on, all my hot wife could do was moan and spread her legs wider.

After five minutes, he had my skirt up around my hips and was rubbing my pussy slit up and down its entire length through my panties. I just couldn't keep my hips still. After he had rubbed me for another five minutes, my ass was a foot in the air off the seat.

I knew my wife and was certain that when David had bared her tits, she had pulled her shoulders back and thrust them into his hands.

In the next five minutes in the parking lot, David removed my blouse and bra. He spent several minutes fondling my tits and sucking my nipples. He had them both so hard, they had swollen to twice their normal size. His fingers pulled my panties aside and ran up and down my wet slit and then over my throbbing clitoris.

As I jacked off, I imagined my wife moaning, "Ooohhh god... that's feel so good, David. I need it... take me somewhere... anywhere and fuck me!"

At that point, I had lost all control. I felt like a dirty cheating whore, but I couldn't help it. I needed sex. Gordon hadn't fucked me for 8 days and I was in heat. I was begging: "Ooohhhh god... that feels so damn good, David. Take me somewhere... take me to your place. I need to be fucked. Please." I'm not sure that's exactly what I said, but I was wild to be fucked.

But no matter how much I pleaded and begged David, he just stayed in the parking lot working on me for another five minutes. He made very short work of my panties and got me naked except for my heels. Even though who knows how many guys saw us, he still made me lie on the seat with one leg up over the back of the front seat and other foot up on the dashboard. Then he went down on me.... and I came.... ooohhhh god... did I ever come. My pussy just exploded around his tongue. I couldn't stop screaming nor could I keep my ass on the seat. I was thrusting my ass high in the air. Before he made me cum for the third time, the only part of my body touching the seat was my shoulders. My ass was high in the air, and David's face and tongue were buried in my convulsing cunt.

Reading my wife's diary was so hot, I could almost hear her screaming: "I'm cumming... oh my god... I'm cumming! FUCK ME!"

After my third orgasm, he drove us home with me still naked in the front seat. He wouldn't allow me to dress when we walked from his parking lot, up the stairs, to his second floor apartment. I wasn't in his apartment for more than a minute before he had mounted me. He had my knees pressed back against my tits. I was wide open and already about to cum again. I remember clearly that before he started fucking me, he said, "Are you ready, Paula. Are you ready to cheat on your husband?"

The cocky bastard knew I was too hot, too much in need of sex to stop. All I could do was yell at the top of my voice. "FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD. FUCK MY MARRIED CUNT HOLE!"

And god...did he ever fuck me. His body is like a coiled spring... hard, powerful, perfectly proportioned with that iron hard 7-inch, thick fuck stick. I couldn't tear my eyes off his cock as he pushed it into my pussy. There was no way to keep him out of me... my hole just opened up for his rod and he sank all of it into me on the first thrust. After that, I was fucked... oh my god...was I fucked. Hard... Ramming strokes... again and again and again. I came... he fucked me harder... I came again... he rammed it in deep... I came again.

I could almost her my wife screaming as David fucked her. "OOOOHHH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! AAAHHHHHHHHHH"

Then suddenly he pulled out and went down on me. My clit exploded instantly. I came and came and came until I felt like I was nothing but hot female cunt.

Before David took me home, he had unloaded in my mouth once and inside my pussy three times. I think I must have had twenty orgasms or more. I was so tired, he had to help to his car and then help me dress inside the car once we were there.

My cock was raging hard thinking about Paula being fucked and sucked continuoulsy and then coming home with three huge loads of cum in her cunt and another in her belly.

Gordon was still studying when I got home. He smiled, got up, and kissed me. Although I felt and knew I was a dirty slut, it still thrilled me to have my husband kiss me when I had just come from spending three hours being fucked by a young stud athlete. That night, for the first time since our marriage, I hoped that Gordon wouldn't want sex. I was too tired and too sore. And I was certain that if he saw the condition of my pussy, he would know. Fortunately, he let me go to sleep without fucking me.

The next day at class, David moved close to me and whispered, "That was fantastic last night. You're the hottest woman I've ever fucked. We're studying at my place tonight. I'll pick you up at the Union at 7 PM."

Naturally, I was at the Union at 7 PM and for the next four hours, I rutted like a whore under David as he plowed my cunt and this time my asshole as well. I sucked him off twice and he ate me to at least a dozen orgasms.

I had been very, very nervous about taking David's large cock in my ass, but he had warned me in no unequivocal terms that his cock was definitely going into my ass that evening. So, I had spent a half hour cleaning and lubricating myself in preparation. Even so, it hurt at first, but he took it slowly and once he was all the way, I started to enjoy it. By the time he shot off inside my ass the first time, he had me howling with pleasure.

My wife had never allowed me in her ass, but now this stud athlete was fucking my wife's ass, and she couldn't stop cumming.

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I was now jacking off furiously as I read the hot account in my wife's diary. I had never had a clue she was screwing around on me like that. I was partially anger and partially excited... the thing was that it was 1 part angry and 9 parts excited. I wanted to cum, but held off because I wanted the load to go into my wife's hot cunt, not onto my chest.

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Dear Diary,

Gordon surprised me last night. After dinner, he tossed all his books on top of his back pack and told me we were going out dancing. And that's exactly what we did. I thought he was going to fuck me right there on dance floor and we would end up in jail. He didn't, of course, but he did make me cum while we were in the club. He had been grinding that marvelous cock against my pussy on every dance, and then, when we back at our table in the back of the club, my sexy husband had his hand up my skirt and on my pussy. The bastard just kept me on edge all night with his fingers on my clit in inside my cunt. He kept it up until I was begging him to let me cum. Just before we left, he brought me off and made me walk out with my legs still trembling and my vagina throbbing.

As soon as we got home, he started licking my clit and pussy and then giving me the hottest fucking I've ever had. He kept it up until we both fell into an exhausted sleep. If that wasn't enough, I woke up this morning with his tongue in my pussy. When he had me fully awake and humping like a whore, he mounted me... oh god, Diary... did I ever get mounted and fucked! Nobody can fuck me as good as my husband!

There's not a man on the planet as good a man and as good a lover as my husband. I feel so cheap cheating on him, but I need more sex than his studies allow him to give me right now. I'm never going to let him find out. I just hope he finishes his course work soon.

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Talk about feeling good! Just imagine reading something like that entry from your wife! Even though I wasn't able to meet all my husbandly responsibilities at that time, Paula still loved me and thought I was the best! Damn! What a woman I have for a wife! Even the next entries I read didn't dampen my spirits in the slightest.

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Dear Diary,

David fucked me three more times last night. He's screwing me almost everyday now, except on the weekends. He hasn't allowed me to wear panties to class for the last two weeks. By the time class is half over, my pussy is throbbing and wet. I never realized just how erotic and exciting it is for a woman to go out in public with her cunt naked under her skirt or dress. He wants me to go braless, but there's no way I can do that with my big tits. Gordon would know it immediately and so would every one else.

I'm meeting David right after class today. He said I'm going to be fucked all afternoon. I'm sure I will be. I'm already hot thinking about it.

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Dear Diary,

I did meet David yesterday after class and like he said, I got screwed several times that afternoon in his apartment. After coming home and fixing dinner for Gordon and me, I left for the Union to "study". Gordon trusts me completely. I'm just a total whore, Diary.

When I got to David's apartment, he wasn't alone. One of his friends, Gary, was also there. We sat around chatting while I got hotter and wetter. When David began to tell Gary how hot I was in bed, my face burned with embarrassment, but my pussy began to throb. I knew where this was going, and I did nothing to stop it.

I'm still sore today. David fucked me two more times last night and since it was Gary's first time to get into me, he was just insatiable. He still wanted more when it was almost midnight and I had to leave. I think he came in my pussy five times.

But the dirtiest and hottest thing was when they were both doing me at the same time. At first, one of them was in my mouth and the other guy in my pussy. They switched positions several times, and I was having one orgasm after the other. Before the evening was over, they were doing my pussy and my ass at the same time. I came almost continuously.

I couldn't just imagine how my wife must have screamed with those two cocks in her cunt and ass.

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The next couple of months of diary entries were more of the same. David was fucking my wife 4 or 5 nights a week, usually at his apartment. After the night that Gary first got into my wife, that became the norm rather than the exception. Counting up the men mentioned in the diary during that month, David, Gary, and two other guys on the wrestling team, Alan and Cordell, all fucked my wife during her "study" sessions.

The diary entry two months or so after the second semester started was something new. Occasionally, Earl Martin, one of my fellow engineering graduate student colleagues, often came over to our apartment to work on term projects with me as we worked in teams, and he was my partner. This diary entry concerned Martin.

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Dear Diary,

Earl came over again tonight to work with Gordon on some project. At least, that's what Gordon thinks. Actually, I think the main reason he comes over so frequently is stare at my body. At first, he would just steal looks at my legs, if had had any exposed. If not, he would check out my tits. I didn't mind. He's a guy so I sort of expect it and, to be honest, would be disappointed if he didn't show any interest in seeing more of me.

He's coming over again on Friday evening. I'm planning to show him more than usual. Wonder what he'll do with my husband sitting right there?

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Thinking back, I don't think I ever realized what was going on between Earl and my wife. She usually dressed to show off her assets, but she knew I really liked that and I had just assumed it was for my benefit. Maybe it was, but reading the diary made it clear that Paula enjoyed the attention of other men as well. I wasn't in the least shocked. I enjoyed looking at other women too... then and now. Eagerly, I turned to the next entry.

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Dear Diary,

Earl was here again last night. Gordon kept discussing the project and Earl would answer, but I knew all of his attention was on my cleavage and my legs. The way I was sitting, I knew he could see almost all the way up to my panties. I'm telling you dear diary that my panties were wet...ohhhh so wet. Until Earl started trying to see up my dress, I had never realized how hot it would be to flash and turn men on. I was certain that Earl had a hard-on. I was dying to see it and find out how big he is.

No wonder Earl never seemed to be paying any attention. I could just imagine him staring at Paula's legs, thighs, tits, and panties.

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As I read my wife's diary entries about Earl, the whole thing from many years ago began to come back to me. Once the recollections started, they came very rapidly until I was certain what was coming next in wife's diary. I just didn't know how many entries there would be before we got to the one I knew had to be there.

It turned out that there were seven more entries concerning Earl. Each one describing how my sexy wife had shown Earl more and more of her body every time he came over to work on a project. I knew Earl wasn't paying much attention, but at the time, I thought it was because he was exceptionally smart and all the details I was discussing were boring to him. Now, I understood for the first time that the only boring thing about our discussions were his eyes trying to bore under my wife's skirt into her cunt.

The seventh entry described the time Paula wore her very short nylon sheathe when Earl came over. I remembered that evening very well when I read the entry. I had suggested that the dress was too short and showed too much. That maybe she should put on something less revealing. I can still remember my wife saying something like, "Oh come on, Darling. Don't be such a prude. All that you and Earl ever do is discuss engineering projects. I could be sitting there naked and neither of you would notice." I chuckled aloud at the memory, primarily because I remembered that at the time, I believed what my had said completely.

It was obvious that my wife had been incredibly turned on the night she wore the sheathe. The entry describing what had happened during the evening was very long and detailed. Several parts got me so damn hard I didn't think I would be able to resist shooting a load. One part of the entry said ,

"Gordon had objected to my wearing the dress as it showed a lot of me, and he was absolutely right. It was pure slut wear. He would have really been unhappy if he had known that I had no intention of wearing either a bra or panties under the dress. In fact, the only two things I had on were the dress and a pair of CFM heels."

"Earl didn't waste a minute after he arrived in starting to check me out to see how much he could see. He didn't know it at the time, but this was to be his lucky night. Whenever Gordon would be involved in some intricate point of design, Earl would be checking out my tits. I began cupping them as he watched. I could see his bulge getting bigger when I started doing this. Every time Gordon went to the bathroom or his attention was elsewhere, I pulled out one of my tits and let Earl see it for as long as I dared."

I remembered how hot my wife's dress was that night. With one of her tits out, it would have been unbelivably hot... essentially obscene. Damn! I wish I had known it at the time.

Jezz! There was no way I could keep from stroking my raging erection reading that. I could just envision my wife sitting there with her tit out and Earl getting harder and harder.

On the following page, Paula described one time when I went to the kitchen to get a beer and she had put her legs up on the couch and pulled her dress up over her hips totally exposing her naked ass the entire time I was in the kitchen.

The thought of Earl looking at my wife's hot, naked ass while I was in the kitchen getting a beer was cock-hardening beyond belief.

Turning the page, I found this entry. "Earl was begging me with his eyes to let him see my pussy. Finally, when my husband had his back turned to look up a reference or something, Earl reached down to his knees and pulled his hands back.. Then spread his legs. I didn't need an advanced degree in engineering to figure out that he wanted my dress up and my legs open. But my husband was right there. I shrugged to let him know that I would do it but my husband's presence stopped me."

I had to stop and press my legs together to keep from cumming. Jezz! My wife's diary put to shame every other piece of pornography ever written. There were several paragraphs here in which my wife described how wet and how excited her pussy was. From her description, it was obvious that while she was flashing Earl, she had wanted to cum even more than I did right now reading about it.

Then came this paragraph, and again, I almost lost it. "I had about given up hope of getting to show my cunt to Earl when my husband stood up and said, "Excuse me, Folks. Nature calls." After he had closed the bathroom door, Earl's eyes opened wide and he stared at my exposed thighs. Slowly, I opened my thighs until he could almost see it. He mouthed the word "please", and I rewarded him by showing him every thing... I mean every thing!"

"First, I pulled my dress down to reveal both tits completely. Earl grabbed his cock and began squeezing it. Oh fuck, I suddenly realized that I wanted him to cum in his pants. I raised my legs up to the seat of the couch and spread them wide open to expose my completely shaved cunt. I knew he could see how wet I was and the facts that my lips were swollen and my hole gaping open were obvious. I even arched my hips so he could see it better. It wasn't enough. I wanted him to see more... every thing. I moved my fingers to my pussy and pulled the hood covering my clit back to expose my erect, swollen, and throbbing clitoris. I rubbed its tip. Juices gushed and I came... hard. Earl could see my cunt opening and closing... and probably see my asshole doing exactly the same thing. His body shuddered and he came in his pants!!"

I could imagine Earl looking at my naked wife... tits out, nipples throbbing, cunt exposed, lips swollen, cunt hole gaping, him able to seen into it, her clit pulsing, and finally, my wife cumming. FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE!!!

I had to stop or I would have shot cum all over my clothes, the carpet, and the couch. I took a stroll around the house and then went into the kitchen to get a beer. I let 15 minutes pass before returning to the den to continue reading.

The last paragraph of the entry read, "Earl had to go to the bathroom as soon as Gordon returned. Surprise... surprise. Later in the evening, I sat at the dining room table with my legs wide open beneath the table and Earl facing me so he could see my cunt. It was hot, but not as hot as when I shown every thing while my husband was in the bathroom. I knew Earl was dying to fuck me, and I would have loved to feel his hard rod up my cunt, but with Gordon there it was not to be."

All evening long, Paula had continued show off her cunt to Earl. I was surprised that he didn't rape her right there... Then I realized there was no possible way he could have raped my wife. She would have been too eager to spread and take his dick up her cunt.

There was an entry about how David had transferred to another school with a larger wrestling program and how he had fucked my wife five times the day before he left. Another one described one of her professors who would get hard during lecture when she would open her legs. Finally, the entry I knew had to be there appeared.

It was a Friday night, and Earl was coming over at 8 PM to do the final calculations and writing on one of our projects. As usual, Paula dressed hot wearing a tight dress, thigh-high stockings, CFM heels, pink panties, and, as it turned out, no bra, but I hadn't known that at the time.

At 7:30, I had received an urgent call from one of the other graduate students in engineering that some of the vacuum hoses on my apparatus had ruptured and I needed to come to the laboratory immediately to fix things. I remember having told my wife that it would probably be an easy fix and I might be home before Earl arrived, but if not then, not long afterwards.

Well, the damage was much more extensive than I thought it would be and I knew it was going to take me an hour or an hour and a half to fix things. I remember that I called Paula a little after 8 PM and told her that I was going to be tied up fixing the apparatus until maybe 9:30. I also told her to chat with Earl and give him a beer or something, and I'd be back around 9:30 PM. That's exactly they way things developed. I got back to our apartment at 9:35, and Earl and I worked on the report and final calculations until midnight. We both received an "A" grade, and I had never thought of the incident again until I had begun reading my wife diary. Here was the entry about that night:

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Dear Diary,

When Gordon told me Earl was coming over last night to finish up the calculations on and write their report on their joint term project, I anticipated another sexy evening showing off to Earl. It turned out to be much more than that, Dear Diary.

Something went wrong at Gordon's lab, and he had to go fix it around 7:30 PM with Earl supposed to arrive at 8:00. Initially, he told me it would be fast and he might be home before Earl arrived, but it didn't work out that way.

At first, I had hoped to have a little time to tease Earl and get him all hot and bothered before my husband returned. Then, I could really enjoy torturing the poor guy the rest of the evening. I know that sounds terrible, but guys would always prefer that to my sitting prim and proper in a long dress while reading a novel all night.

Anyway, I had worn my sexy white dress with pink trim... you know, Diary, the one that shows off most of my tits and legs. All I had on underneath was a pink thong. My hot, CFM pink heels were the only things I had on my legs. Earl arrived a little before 8:00, and it wasn't hard to tell that he really liked the way I looked. When I told him about Gordon having to go back to the lab, he got excited, and he also got hard.

I knew the dress my wife referred to. It was hot... really hot. It showed off half her tits and most of her legs.

I asked him if he wanted a beer or something, and he said, "I'll take the something... you. Come on, show me what you look like under that dress."

I just couldn't resist teasing him. "You're already seen what I look several times, Earl. Or have you already forgotten?"

He got really agitated and actually cursed me. He said, "Damn you, Paula. You drive me crazy. I know I've seen you, but I can't get enough of seeing you. I keep hoping you'll let me do more. Gordon's not here. Let's fuck. Please."

I told him very firmly, "We don't have time, Earl. Gordon will be back soon. Besides, he's your friend. It wouldn't be very nice of you to fuck his wife, now would it?" After that, he was begging me to let him see my tits before Gordon got home. I would have really preferred to continue to tease him, but he was right, if I was going to at least show him my breasts, I needed to do it before my husband returned.

"Ok," I said, "but you have to behave yourself. You stay in your chair just in case Gordon comes in. Understand?" He nodded already beginning to squeeze his hard prick. I sat on the couch across from him, pulled the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and slowly, teasingly, pulled my dress down until both of my big breasts were totally exposed. I hefted them, rubbed my nipples, which were already hard and swollen, and smiled seductively.

I was surprised that Paula hadn't made Earl cum in his pants again knowing how she must have looked with both of her large, heavy tits out

My next plan was to open my thighs so he could see my thong. Then maybe, if we had time, I would pull the thong aside and let him jerk off while looking at my naked cunt. But before I could do any of that, the phone rang. I knew it was probably my husband on the phone so I left both of my tits out for Earl to see while I talked to him. I was pretty sure his cock was now throbbing. I knew my pussy was.

I was right, Diary. It was my husband calling. As he spoke, I wanted Earl to know what he was saying so I started repeating what Gordon was telling me. "You say the problem is extensive and that it's going to take you an hour or an hour and a half to fix. Are you sure you can fix it, Darling?"

As soon as I said that, Earl was on his feet moving beside me. His hands were now cupping and caressing my tits as I talked to Gordon. "Ok, Honey. I'll give Earl a beer or something and tell him it will be 9:30 or so before you can get home." Earl pushed my dress up over my hips in back to totally expose my ass since the thong was sunk between my buttocks and covered nothing.

Again, I was about to cum just thinking about my wife with her tits out and her dress up over her hips exposing her sexy ass.

"We're just chatting, and he's looking at some stuff. I'll keep him entertained until you get back, don't worry, Darling. Just make sure you have your apparatus fixed... Ok. Bye."

As soon as I hung up, Earl growled in ear, "Ok, you hot Bitch. No more excuses. We've got at least an hour. Get naked... but leave the heels on. I'm going to fuck you!"

For the next five minutes or so, Earl fondled and felt me. He was so close, I could easily feel his raging erection pressing against my butt, and then my thighs, and after that my mound. I also felt his finger slipping into the waistband of my thong and drawing it down my thighs. When he had it bunched at mid-thigh, he pushed me onto the couch and said, "Get your panties off, Paula. Now!" He didn't scream, but the masculine authority in his voice was such, he knew he didn't need to scream to get my attention.

Oh Shit! My wife was about to show Earl her cunt.

I raised my legs and slipped my thong down my thighs and off my feet. For a moment, I let the panties dangle from my foot, swinging them back and forth, to emphasize that my cunt was now naked. He got the idea and gave me another order that made my pussy cream. "Turn toward me, Paula. Open your thighs and show me your cunt. Use your fingers... open your hole and let me see your clit."

I spread wide as he had told me and then opened myself with my fingers. I could feel how engorged and swollen my clit was. When I stripped back the hood, he had no problems seeing it. He could probably even see it throbbing. As I held myself open for him, he removed his clothes. I couldn't stop myself from licking my top lip when I saw his thick 7-inches of man meat sticking almost straight up, rigid, hot, and more than ready to split me open.

If my wife didn't come home soon, I would have to cum. Imaging how Paula must have looked exhibing her tits, cunt, and clit had precum streaming out the end of my dick.

I thought he would mount me immediately, but he wanted more. I had teased him unmercifully and now it was his turn. He knew I wanted it... badly... and he was going to make me wait.

"Hands and knees," he ordered. I did it. "Head down on the couch!" I did that too. "Knees apart!" I spread them wide. "Hand between your thighs!" I could feel the heat emanating from my cunt when I moved my hand between my open thighs. "Open your fuck hole, Paula. Show me the inside!" I pried myself open and waited... hoping he would fuck me.

With Paula's description, I could easily picture her on the couch, ass up, head down, cunt wide open and waiting.

"Please. Gordon might come home soon. Let's use all the time we have. Get on me, Earl. Hurry. Fuck me!"

I didn't have to ask him twice, Diary. I had him so hot and ready, he would have screwed a camel. I pressed my face into the couch and felt his hands on my hips... then I felt the big mushroom head of his cock pressing against my opening. I groaned hotly when I felt it spread me open and lodge itself inside my pulsing vagina.

Earl asked me if I was ready... I knew it didn't make any difference if I was ready or not... I was going to be fucked and fucked hard. I should have remained quiet or just said "yes". But I still had to be a bitch. "I'm ready if you think you're man enough to satisfy me," I said. Big mistake!

I think the neighbors heard him roar as he slammed all 7 inches of cock into my cunt on the first thrust. He hit my womb so hard, I grunted... then howled when he pulled out and rammed me again... even harder. Once buried inside my cunt, that randy stud began fucking me... oh god... it was wonderful! Again and again, he hammered my pussy... I began to cum. As one climax after another roared through me, I babbled, and moaned... then I screamed and howled.

I knew that Earl must have fucked her like a man possessed the way she had teased him for weeks. Good for him. Fuck the hot Bitch. She deserves it!

Right in the middle of one of my orgasms, Earl flipped me over onto my back, shoved my legs back against my tits and rammed his organ back into my upturned and waited cunt. He fucked me so hard, I felt like he was going to ram my ass right through the couch seat. I lost track of my orgasms. It seemed like he was making me cum continuously.

He cut off my gasps and moans by kissing me... but I was still grunting into his mouth as his cock fucked me to one climax after another. "I'm going to cum in your cunt, Paula... I really don't care if you're on the pill or not... the load's going into your pussy."

"NOoo..noo.. noo.. please... pull out... I'm not on the pill... please don't breed meeeeeeeee!" I begged him.

Of course, I'm on the pill,but I knew the thought that I wasn't was going to drive him wild. And it did. He rammed two fingers into my ass and screamed that he was going to breed me. His cock began contracting and shooting in me so hard and powerfully that I could almost feel the huge streams of sperm firing up against my womb.

Fuck! My slut wife telling a guy she's fertile so he'll fuck her even harder. God!

When Earl finally pulled his cock out of my drenched and still throbbing pussy, we both glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 8:40 PM. I said it before Earl could. "We have time to fuck again, Honey. If you can get it up."

Earl pulled my head into his lap and told me suck it. It was coated with his cum and my juices and tasted delicious. It only took a couple of strokes before I was deep throating his cock. He got hard again in less than five minutes.

Since I was already on top of him, I simply straddled his hips and lowered my cunt down onto his sex spike. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, impaling me completely on the first thrust. "Fuck it, Slut!" he said to me, and I did. Oh god, Diary, did I ever fuck it.

When it was 9 PM, I moaned without slowing the humping of my hips, "We need to finish quickly, Lover. So we have time to clean up and get the sex smell out of the room and off of us. Fuck me hard and cum in me again, Earl. Make sure you have me bred. Really pour the hot cum load in deep, Baby. Shoot it straight up my womb!"

I couldn't stand it... I was going to have to cum. The image of my wife hammering her ass up and down Earl's cock spike was just too much.

At 9:15, Earl was drinking a beer while I studied marketing. Gordon returned a little after 9:30 and never had a clue that his wife's cunt contained two of Earl's monster cum loads.

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I couldn't concentrate all afternoon on the classes I was supposed to be teaching. My thoughts were elsewhere. Specifically, on my husband, who I knew was probably reading the entries in my diary.

"Shit! Why did I even mention those damn diaries during Game Night? Damn! Damn! Damn!!" I thought.

Once I had told my hot husband about them, I knew there was no way I could not let him see them. If I refused, he would imagine the worse. So I gave him part of the first diary for his birthday. Now he was reading it. "OH FUCK!" I thought.

As I drove home, I wasn't at all certain if the house would be empty and all of Gordon's clothes and personal effects gone or if he would still be there, but in a black rage of anger. "Why did you mention those fucking diaries, you dumb Bitch! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!" I thought. I just knew the one man in the world for me was going to divorce my slutty, cheating ass.

My hands were shaking as I unlocked the front door and entered. I heard nothing until I got closer to our den. Then, I heard my husband. I thought he was groaning, and my heart sank. I turned to run from the house, but it was too late. Gordon turned and saw me.

He was up in a split second... then he was running toward me, his face contorted in a grimace. I started to run, but he was too fast. In two seconds, he was on me... his powerful arms wrapped around me... turning me to face him. I opened my mouth to scream, but the sound was cut off my her lips crushed against mine and a powerful, passionate kiss. As his hands ran feverishly over my body, I felt his naked, insanely hard and throbbing cock jerking against my body. For the first time, I realized my husband was naked except for his T-shirt. Instantly, my fear turned to white hot passion as I returned his intense kiss.

"Oh God!" he gasped. "I thought you'd never come home. OH! FUCK! I can't wait another second. I've got to have you. NOW!"

My wildly excited husband picked me up in his powerful arms like a doll and carried me to the desk. Dropping me on my back, he ripped down my blouse to expose both of my heaving tits. I was shuddering at the intensity of his passion and desire.

Grabbing my skirt, he began to push it up, and at the same time, yelled at me, "Lift your ass... LIFT YOUR ASS, DAMMIT. LIFT IT!"

I can't remember ever jerking my ass into the air as fast as I did then. As soon as it cleared the desk top, my husband had my skirt up around my waist. Shoving my legs up and back, he pulled my ass to the edge of the desk and moved into my sex saddle. My panties were still covering my cunt, but in one motion, he ripped them aside and nailed his raging erection deep into my cunt.

My husband ripped my panties aside and drove his sex spike into my waiting cunt like a berserk rapist. I LOVED IT!"

I felt his rampaging prick drive to the bottom of my vagina on the first stroke and thud with masculine authority into my cervix. My bull of a husband roared, pulled back and rammed me again. His hips were a blinding blur of motion as he pounded his cock in and out of me, gasping and grunting on every stroke. On the fifth or sixth thrust, I felt his cock swell and jerk inside me, and at the same time, my hands felt his buttocks contracting.

His load blasted into my cunt like it was being shot from a fire hose. Thick, forceful gushes of sperm and semen filled my cunt. His cock continued to pump out more cum until it was forced out and ran down my ass in a thick stream. Five strokes and he was cumming. I had never, ever seen a man do that. I was stunned and no where close to getting off myself. I couldn't believe it. Gordon had never left me high and dry like that.

I started to say something, but then shut my mouth when I heard my husband gasping, "Ooohhhhh what a woman! What a wife! I realized with a shock that he was still fucking me, and I couldn't tell that his cock had softened in the slightest. Powerful thrusts were ramming into my cum-filled hole making incredibly hot, sensuous fuck sounds.

The speed with which he was fucking me slowed slightly, but not the force of his thrusts. Each and every stroke hammered into the bottom of my pussy, held there as he ground himself against my now exploding clitoris. His fingers pulled and twisted my nipples; his mouth captured mine again, as my marvelous stud husband fucked his slutty wife's ass off. I began to cum... oohhh my god... did I ever cum.

No one... absolutely no one had ever made me cum as hard and as much as my husband did that evening.

It was more like an explosion than an orgasm. I was screaming... Gordon was growling like a lion... my vagina and clit were pulsing and jerking in hard, spastic contractions. I came again... then again. Suddenly, I felt my husband's cock jerking inside me in another orgasm. We were both cumming. Each time he pumped and ejaculated more cum into me, he roared like rutting lion. It was thrilling... just thrilling to hear... to feel... my cunt convulsed in a series of hard contractions about the exploding male spike that filled every part of my sex hole.

Finally, my husband's strokes slowed and stopped. His rod was still buried deep inside my pussy, and I wrapped my legs tightly about him to make certain it stayed there.

Still gasping for breath, Gordon eventually said, "I love you, Paula... more than life. I hope I didn't hurt you too much. I've been reading your diary all afternoon. For the last two hours, I've been going crazy with lust for you. And then when you came in looking like pure distilled sex, I just went berserk. Did I hurt you?"

I squeezed my man tightly with my thighs and pulled him deeper into my body. "A little, but it was wonderful. I was afraid you'd be so mad reading about how I cheated on you when you were in graduate school, you'd leave me."

"Leave you? Why? You saved our lives together. Our only choices were for me to flunk out of graduate school, for us to get a divorce, or for you to find others to take care of your sexual needs until I finished course work. I love what you did, and reading about it for five hours got me so damn hot, I just lost all control."

I squeezed my vagina about my husband, and he groaned. With a shock, I realized the randy stud was still hard. "How far have you gotten in my diary?"

"Up to the point where you fucked Earl while I was fixing my apparatus."

"That didn't make you mad?"

"No. But it did make me hard as steel. As you've just found out."

"I know, and the way that monster cock feels inside my cunt right now, I'd say that you're still hot for my body, Lover."

"Oh hell, YES! Turn over and lean over the desk, you hot slut. I'm going to give it to you doggy."

Eagerly, I stood on tiptoes to present my cunt to my Lover. He was fucking me like he had been in prison for a year or more.

I flipped over and put my head and tits on the desk top, my ass at the edge, with my feet on the floor. The desk was too low even in my high heels. When my husband moved up to penetrate me again, my hole was too low. Standing on my tip toes, I put my cunt into fucking position and felt that cock nail me hard and deep. I groaned as it sank back inside me. Once more, I was being sounding and thoroughly fucked like a slutty whore. I loved it... absolutely loved it.

I came three more times before I felt Gordon's cock begin to jerk as he approached his third orgasm. Just before he shot off, he slowed and whispered, "Do you remember how you rode Earl's cock just before I came home?"

"Mmmmmm... I do. He was randy and wanted it again. I had just sucked him hard and so it was natural to simply swing my ass over his cock and let him nail me."

"I'm about to cum, Honey. Would you do me the same way you did him that night at the end?"

I kissed my husband hard and said softly, "I'll do anything you want, Darling. Anytime... anywhere. Pull out of me, Honey, and get up on the desk on your back so your hot whore wife can ride that big fuck stick of yours."

When I was straddling my husband the same way I had straddled Earl that night long ago, I lowered my cunt until my opening was almost touching his cock head. I stopped and said, "When I was in this position, Darling, Earl grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, impaling me completely on the first thrust. As his prick slugged into your wife's cunt hole, he said, "Fuck it, Slut!"

As I expected, my horny, hot husband grabbed my hips and rammed my ass down on his much longer and much thicker sex spike. Like Earl, he impaled my cunt completely on the first stroke, and like Earl, he yelled, "FUCK IT, SLUT!" But unlike Earl, my husband made me cum on that first stroke, and I continued to howl and scream in orgasm until Gordon's third load filled me.

I fucked my husband the same way I had fucked Earl that night when Gordon was in graduate school, but unlike Earl, my husband made me come twice as hard and twice as often.

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Neither Gordon nor I got much sleep that night. The sex was more frequent and much more intense than it had been on our wedding night, or for that matter, just about any other night that I could bring to mind. My horny, stud husband fucked me repeatedly hammering me into orgasm after orgasm.

We finally both fell asleep something in the early morning hours, but at 6 AM, I awoke with my hips hunching from the tongue that was stroking up and down the length of my slit and over my clitoris. Gordon made me cum once more before he kissed me tenderly and said he would fix the breakfast.

He was even better than his word. By the time I had dressed for my last day of substitute teaching and came into the kitchen, Gordon had the bacon, pancakes, coffee, and eggs on the table. "What a man!" I thought.

As we ate, I noticed my husband's eyes locked onto my nylon-clad legs, a large expanse of which were on display. He smiled, shook his head, and said, "You look just delicious in that tight dress, Paula. Do school regs allow you to wear something that revealing?"

The looks my husband was giving me were making my pussy gush and throb.

"No, but there's a matching jacket that I'll wear. Then I'll look very proper except for the short dress, but some of the other female teachers also wear shorter skirts. It will be fine with the jacket."

"Don't you have your interview with the Principal today? Mr. Lansing isn't it?"

"Yeah, I do. And his name is Lansing. Fred Lansing. He's looking for an executive assistant, and he asked if he could speak to me about the position."

"You want the position?"

"It would be nice... more money... new challenges. Yes, I think I would like to have it. Would you mind?"

"Not at all. I wish you luck."

"Honey?"

"Yes?" What?"

"Would it bother you a lot if from now on, we both read my diary entries together. I mean, you read them, of course, but I'm present when you do. This way I would be present to try to defend myself if you get really angry with me or be present if you get hot and want a woman."

"Oh hell yes! I'd love that. Can we read some more this coming weekend?"

"Anytime, Lover. Anytime."

After breakfast, I kissed my husband and started for the door, but I didn't make it. "Wait a moment, Paula. I think you forgot something."

"What?"

Gordon moved close to me, kissed me on both eyes and then knelt right in front of me. He looked up at me as his hands moved smoothly upward beneath my dress. I felt his fingers in the waistband of my panties... then my husband pulled them over my ass and down my thighs and legs. When they were bunched around my ankles, I stepped out of them. He inhaled their fragrance, kissed me again, and said, "Ok. I think you're ready for your day now."

"I don't understand. What was it I forgot?"

"Don't you know?"

I shook my head and my husband grinned. "You forgot to leave your panties at home, but I've just corrected that oversight. Have a great day!"

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All day long while I was trapped in front of a high school class, my pussy was throbbing and wet, thanks to my sexy husband taking my panties away from me before I left. Several times, when I noticed high school boys looking at my legs, and remembered with shock that my cunt was naked under my dress. I wondered if they had been able to see it. I was relieved when classes were over at 4 PM.

Since my meeting with Lansing wasn't until 4:30, I stopped by the ladies room to freshen up and wipe the wetness from my inner thighs and pussy. While I was there, my cell phone rang. I saw it was my husband calling and answered with a whispered, "Hi, Stud. Anxious to see me?"

"More than you can imagine... more than you can imagine. Are you about to go in for your interview?"

"Yes. In about 10 minutes."

"Good. I thought I could catch you before you went in. Is your pussy still naked?"

"Yes, and I had to wipe off my secretions twice today, you hot stud."

"You want the job, right?"

"Yes."

"Then keep your legs crossed and show Lansing a lot of leg during the interview. When he's interested and looking, tell him how much your would love to have the position, and then open your legs enough for him to see your pussy. Unless he's gay, that should do it for you."

"OOohhhhh..."

"What's the matter? Are you all right?"

"Yes... just so damn excited. You have my pussy leaking again. Are you Ok with that idea?"

"I called to tell you didn't I?"

I didn't say anything for several minutes. Finally, Gordon asked, "Are you still on the line?"

"Yes. If I do that, Lover, supper is likely to be much later tonight... you know that, don't you?"

"Only if you get the job, Honey. Go for it."

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It was after 7 PM before Paula opened the front door and entered our home. She had this big grin on her face like the cat who had just swallowed the canary.

"Hi, you're late, Honey."

"I told you I might be."

"I was hoping you would be."

"Well, I am."

"And?"

"And what?"

"You are one teasing hot bitch, Paula. Did he fuck you?"

"After I opened my legs and showed him my naked cunt? Of course he fucked me. Twice. Very hard!"

"Did he use a condom?"

"Why would he use a condom? If he knocks me up, it's your problem, not his. I'm afraid he deposited two huge loads into your hot wife's cunt, Darling."

"And the job?"

"Say hello to the new Executive Assistant for Lincoln Central High School."

"Congratulations. Let's go out for dinner to celebrate."

"That sounds lovely, but you need to clean me up first, Baby. Or I'll be leaking all night.

Ten minutes later, my wife was naked except for her stockings and heels on our bed, and my head was between her gaping thighs licking and cleaning the cum from her gushing pussy. "Shit. He really did shoot in two monster loads. It's still seeping out of your vagina."

"I told you, Lover. OOOOooohhhhhhhhh... yesss... on my clit. Please right on my clit, Baby. Make me cum!"

After cleaning her as much as possible, I moved between her thighs intent on fucking her, but Paula put her hand on my chest. "Can we wait until after dinner, Lover. I know you'll be shooting in even more sperm and cum than Lansing did. We'll never get to dinner."

I agreed and we began to dress. "Do you think the sex was a one-time thing?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? I'll be working with Fred everyday. There's no way he's not going to fuck me again... probably regularly. You said you were Ok with that. Are you? If not, I'll just turn the job down. It's not a problem. Really."

"How often?"

"Two or three times a week, I would guess. Depends on how much opportunity we have. He's married. His wife is a prude and he can't afford to be caught. So, maybe once a week is more like it."

"Tell me how it went this afternoon."

"Well, I crossed my legs as you suggested. Half of my thighs were exposed, all the way up to my stocking tops. I had also removed my jacket before I went in for the interview. So he could tell how big my tits are."

"After a lot of questions, I noticed that his eyes were locked on my legs. I said rather softly, "My husband loves my legs, Fred. I think you do as well."

"He just sort of gasped and said, "They're gorgeous. And so are you."

"At that point, I uncrossed my legs and spread them wide open. He was looking right at my naked cunt and slit. I let him look and then said, "I really want this position, Fred."

When I showed Fred my cunt and told him I wanted the position, the only thing he could think about was getting into me.

"He wasn't very smooth, but he was direct. He just said very simply, "If I give you the position, can I fuck you?"

I got up, walked to his desk, sat down in front of him with my legs wide open and pulled my dress down exposing both of my tits. Leaning closer, I said, "That couch over there looks like a wonderful place for you to fuck me, Honey. I have to be home by 7 PM."

Sitting right in front of him with my tits and my thighs wide open, I knew I was about to be royally and thoroughly fucked this afternoon and probably several times a week after that.

"It turned out, he was too hot to wait to get me on the couch. He just dropped his pants and nailed me right there on his desk. I ended up lying on my back on his desk with my heels pointing straight at the ceiling. He was too hot to last long, but he did get me off once. After that, we did go over to the couch where I rode his cock for a half hour before he put another load into me."

Lansing's cock erupted and shot another huge load into my married cunt, which Gordon later licked out for me.

"He wouldn't go down on me like you did, Lover. So I sucked his cock until he put a third load into my belly. Then I came home and you did me the way a woman loves to be done."

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Second Year:

It was Saturday night. Normally, Paula and I went out on Saturday night for dinner, dancing, and sometimes a movie or a stage play.

"How about dinner tonight Maurice's, Honey. Afterwards, I can take my gorgeous woman to "The Hot Spot" for dancing and flirting. Interested?"

"Sounds erotic, Darling, but truthfully, I would rather stay home with you tonight while we read my dirty diary together. You can take a shower, shave, clean up while I do the same and put on something hot and sexy for our evening sharing a hot book," my wife gave a throaty laugh with a toss of her long luxurious blond hair.

"Does that interest you, Honey? I think it's only fair to warn you that I know what's coming up and I'm afraid you'll be finding out just how much of a slutty whore you had for a wife while you were slaving away in graduate school. Seriously, I probably should never have shown you my diary. If you like, I'll hide it and we'll pretend it doesn't exist."

"NO WAY! That's the most erotic thing I've ever read. We've already discussed this. I love it, but I guess I should ask if it really bothers you? If it does, we'll do as you say... hide it and forget it."

"Feel my cunt, Darling."

"What?"

"You heard me. Feel your wife's hot cunt."

I put my hand between my wife's thighs and felt her pussy. It was hot, swollen, and soaking wet. I could even feel her erect clitoris protruding at the top of her slit. "Does that feel like the cunt of a woman who's bothered and embarrassed that her husband has found out how slutty she can be ... or does it feel like the cunt of a woman who's intensely excited by that fact?"

"Ok. You've convinced me. Let's get ready. Meet you back here in one hour. Ok?"

"You've got yourself a hot date for tonight, Stud. I hope you're up to it. One hour!"

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An hour later, I was waiting anxiously in our den for my wife. I was surprised when she entered. She was wearing a long terry cloth bathrobe that was belted tightly and securely about her body covering every thing from her ankles up to her chin. She grinned at me.

"I can see you're disappointed, Lover. Don't be. The best is yet to come. Where did you put that dirty diary of mine?"

"I hid it in the book case behind the volume "Collected Works of William Shakespeare".

Paula started laughing. "Would prefer to read 'Hamlet'?"

"Hell no!"

"Ok. I understand. That's a tragedy. Not in the mood for tragedy, huh? How about "A Midsummer Night's Dream?" That's lighter fare."

I stared at my teasing wife. "I'm going to count to three you hot slut, and if you know what's good for you, you'll bring your hot diary over here before I get to three."

"One!"

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You'll have to take your chances, Slut. TWO!"

"Ok. Ok." She hurried to get the diary before I got to three. If she had tested me, I would have been in trouble.

Paula handed it to me and said, I know what's in the diary, Honey. Let's skip to November 7th. The entries before that aren't that interesting. You can read them later. The first really hot part starts in November. Trust me." I did. Absolutely.

Paula handed me her diary. I turned to the entry dated November 7th and began to read aloud with Paula snuggled up tightly against me in her bulky terry cloth robe.

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Dear Diary,

I've got real problems this semester. For the first year, all my grades were A's except for one B. This semester is the same except for one course, Statistics. And I'm going to flunk this course. I just can't do math... even the simplest math. Gordon has been trying to help me, but it's hopeless. He's a genius at math and I can't even do grade school arithmetic correctly. Besides, his studies are much more important than mine, and I can't take him away and ask him to teach me 8th grade arithmetic.

The problem is that Statistics is required for a degree in marketing and I'm going to fail and not graduate in spite of the fact that I'm making A's in almost all my other courses. I just can't pass this shitty course.

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I stopped reading and said, "I wasn't that busy, Honey. I could have helped you. Besides, you passed Statistics with very little help from me. I know because you have a degree in marketing."

"Keep reading, Darling. I know you could have helped me, but what I said in my diary is the truth. Your studies and your success in them were vastly more important to both of us than my degree in marketing. Go on. Keep reading."

The next diary entry was dated two days later.

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Dear Diary,

Professor Robinson asked me to come to his office after class today. I did, and it was what I expected it to be, a real tongue lashing for my terrible performance. He told me that he had looked up my academic record and found that I was almost a straight-A student, and here I was failing his course miserably with essentially no hope of passing. He was outraged that I refused to study the material in his course when I obviously studied my other courses diligently. He demanded an explanation... so I gave him one... a totally honest one.

"Professor Robinson," I had begun, "I do study your course. In fact, I study it harder and put in more hours than all my other courses combined. Call my husband and ask him. He's a graduate student in engineering and this stuff is child's play for him. He's tried and tried to tutor me, and he knows that I've spent hours and hours every night trying to learn the material. And qualitatively, I do know the material well, but the course is quantitative and mathematical, and I have flunked or made C's or D's in every high school math course I've ever taken. I just can't do mathematics, even simple math.

When any student's math skills are at a 6th grade level, and he/she is taking a statistics course in a major university, that student has no chance. That's my situation. I have no chance. I never had a chance and I never will. I can do wonderfully well in all my other courses because they are qualitative in nature with no mathematics. But, I'm afraid that my degree hopes are going to crash and burn on the rocks of this statistics course. It's not your fault. There's no professor in the University who could get me through this course. I'm truly sorry, and I do apologize for my pathetic performance.

Dr. Robinson stared at me for a long time without saying a word. Then he stood up and walked to the window with his back toward me. He continued to stand there without speaking until I asked him if I should leave.

Without turning around, he said, "No. Please don't leave. I have a proposition for you. You're drop-dead gorgeous and I would love to fuck you. So, I pass you in the course, and you let me fuck you. I will, of course, deny having said this if you tell anyone."

"What grade would I get?"

"A "C", which is all you need to satisfy the statistics requirement."

"So, you fuck me and I get a "C", right?"

"Yes."

"I have a counter proposal. There are eight weeks left in the semester. You give me a grade of "B" and I'll meet you once a week in the evening for the rest of the semester and fuck your brains out, Honey. And if I'm a really hot piece of ass, I will expect you to make that grade an "A". I will want your word on that point."

Diary, you should have seen Robinson's face. He was just beaming. You would have thought the poor man had just won the lottery. "Absolutely! I want you to continue to attend class and take the exams for appearances sake, Ok?"

"Not a problem. Do we have a deal?"

"Oh yes... yes! Paula, when... I mean... I don't like to be pushy... but..."

"You trying to ask me when are you going to get to fuck me for the first time, right? How about tonight? 8 PM. I have to be home by 10:30... will two hours be enough for you, Lover?"

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"You mean to tell me that you fucked your way to that A you made in Statistics?" Gordon asked, totally stunned.

"I'm afraid your whorish wife did exactly that, Lover. It was either that or flunk and besides, Dr. Robinson loved every minute of it."

"I'll just bet he did," I laughed. "Tell me what happened. Don't leave out anything."

"Keep reading, Lover. Read the next entry."

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Dear Diary,

Dr. Robinson fucked my ass off tonight while my husband thought I was studying... I was studying in a sense... I was making sure I passed statistics.

I met him in at the Holiday Inn. I was wearing a raincoat with my hot outfit on underneath. When he let me in the room, I could see he was disappointed by the way I was dressed, but that changed when I dropped my raincoat. He got hard instantly and was all over me a moment later.

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I stopped reading and asked, "What were you wearing, Honey? Do you remember? Can you describe it?"

"I can do a lot better than that, Honey. I'm wearing exactly what I wore that night." With that announcement, my wife stood and dropped the terry cloth robe to the floor. She wore clear CFM heels, seamed, thigh-high stockings, a black garter belt, a black bra that was pulled up over her big tits, and a tiny green skirt that didn't cover half her ass. With no panties and her bra pulled up, her tits, cunt, and ass were all exposed. She looked like a high-priced call girl.

Do you see why Dr. Robinson really liked what I was wearing, Honey?

"My god! That looks totally obscene. I LOVE IT! I need to fuck you, NOW!"

"Not yet, Lover. You have to finish reading about how Robinson fucked your hot whore wife first."

"But I've never seen that outfit before. How can that be the same one?"

"Because I bought it especially for Robinson, and then kept it hidden when he wasn't fucking me. After the semester, I stored it in a trunk in the attic for a hot keepsake. Like it, Baby? Do I look hot enough? Whorish enough? Wanna fuck me, Stud?"

"Come on, Lover. Keep reading, and you might want to look at these as you read." My wife handed me an envelope with several hot photos of her being screwed while wearing the same clothes she had on and a few others in which she wore only heels, stockings, and a garter belt.

"How did you get these pictures?"

"Robinson took them so he could jack off to them later. He used a timer and gave me copies. I've kept them hidden along with these clothes and my diaries. Look at the ones in which I'm wearing these clothes. Those were taken the first night I met Dr. Robinson."

As I looked at the picture showing Robinson eating my wife's pussy as she humped his face, I started stroking. Paula told me to stop, but I couldn't. I was too hot.

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Dear Diary,

Cal fucked me again tonight. As soon as I entered the room, he had me sitting on his face. God! Does that man ever know how to lick a pussy. I had three orgasms before he even put his cock in me.

Paula saw me staring at the pic of Robinson eating her cunt. "I'm sorry, Darling. But once he got his tongue into my pussy, I just couldn't stop him. I was cumming too hard.

After my third orgasm, he had me pose in a chair wearing nothing but heels, hose, and belt. He wanted my arms up and behind my head so my tits would thrust out. Naturally, he wanted my legs wide open so the photos would show my cunt. After taking several pictures, he stopped and carried me to the bed, where he gave me several incredibly hard fuckings.

My wife was stroking my throbbing prick as she whispered, "See how wide open he had me, Darling. Look how he has my cunt exposed and my big tits out. I was so damn hot knowing that as soon as he took the pics, he was going to fuck my hot cunt."

We had two hours before I had to go home, and he used every single minute of the time. When returned home, I had three loads of cum up my cunt.

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Dear Diary,

Cal stripped me naked tonight almost as soon as entered the room. He was just wild to get me naked. He took several photos with me spreading wide open. He told me he would be jacking off for years looking at the pictures and remember how hot I was.

After he took the photos, he had me ride his dick in both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl positions. As usual, he used the entire two hours fucking me constantly. I wonder how long it would take to exhaust him if I had the entire night.

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I stared at the photo of Robinson fucking my wife as she hammered her ass up and down on his in reverse cowgirl position. I had to stop jerking my cock as I was about to shoot off. I waited until I calmed a little and then looked at the photo of my wife riding his fuck stick cowgirl. I surged toward orgasm and just barely stopped in time.

Paula rode her professor reverse cowgirl positoin.
During this fuck session, my wife rode her professor cowgirl style.

"Get your cock out, Honey. I want to ride this big dick the way I rode Cal. Your cock is much bigger though. Hold it straight up, Lover... yes... like that... mMMmmmmm... ooohhh fuckkkk... that feels marvelous. Now read the next entry while I fuck my hot hole on your big dick, Stud."

"OH YESSS! STICK ME, STUD! FUCK MY HOT CUNT, STUD! MAKE ME CUMMMMMMM!!"

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Dear Diary,

Gordon left for the conference this morning. And tonight is fuck night for Cal. I told him after class that my husband was out of town and he could have me all night if he could get away from his wife.

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Dear Diary,

Somehow Cal managed to get away from his wife for the entire night. He was in me constantly. We did sleep for a few hours, but he had his cock in my cunt even while we slept.

Before morning, I had lost track of the number of times he had made me cum, and he had shot five loads of cum into my hot cunt and another one down my throat.

The semester ends this week and that was our last fuck session. He was almost in tears as his wife has no interest in sex any longer and except for his time with me, he's celibate. When I told him that we could continue fucking once a week until my husband got his degree, he was overjoyed.

Later, after he had screwed me doggy and then pushed his cock into my ass to give me a hot ass fucking, he asked why I had decided that we could continue having sex. I knew he was worried that I was just doing it out of pity.

When I looked at the photo, I could just imagine how my wife howled when Cal fucked her ass. Paula told me that he was relentless... pushing harder and harder, ignoring her wails and cries, as inch after inch of cock sank into her ass. Then, when he had it all in... she said, "Oh god... was I ever ass fucked!"

When I told him how many times he had made me cum and that, except for my husband, no man had ever fucked so well, he was elated. We had lunch and Cal screwed me on the table. Just hot fucking... loved it.

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The following week, Paula and I had intense sex several more times as we read through more and more of her diary. When there were only a few more entries that were dated before the completion of my doctoral degree, Paula asked me to read them while she was at work at the school.

"I thought that you wanted us to read them together?"

"I do, but I want to make an exception today. Please read those last entries while I'm at work this afternoon. Can you be home at 4 PM?"

"Sure. Why?"

"I want you to start reading them at 4 PM. Please. Ok?"

"No problem. Will you be home by that time?"

"No, but I want you to read them while I'm at work. Will you?"

"If that's what you want, but tell me why."

"I suppose you have a right to know. It's one of Fred's huge fantasies."

"What is?"

"To be fucking a another man's wife when she's talking to him on the phone."

"He's going to be fucking you when you call?"

"Yes, unless you say no. I need to tell you that you'll be on speaker phone and he will hear every thing you say, so please don't let him know that you know. It will really spoil it for him if he knows that. Ok?"

"Sure. Your dirty secret is safe with me."

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It was slightly before 4 PM when I began to read the last entries. I had already stripped to my briefs in preparation for what I now knew from experience would be an extremely hot experience.

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Dear Diary,

Gordon and I are graduating next week, and for the past year, he has been taking care of all my sexual needs big time. What a hot stud husband I've got. Even so, I've continued to see Dr. Robinson once a week. He's such a nice man and he never fails to make my hot pussy cum several times. It adds a lot of spice that I just love.

Two weeks ago, I told you about meeting James, one the students who will get his degree in finance when I get mine in marketing a week from now. For two weeks, James and I have been having lunches together and chatting. He's told me several times how gorgeous I am and how much he'd like to get me in bed. I know he's desperate to fuck me.

Today at lunch, he said we only have one more week together and after that we'd probably never see each other again. He looked at me with pure raw lust and asked if we couldn't spend this last week having sex.

When I didn't reply, he was encouraged and asked if I had ever had a black cock before. I hadn't and told him that. At that point, he leaned closer and whispered that he had a really big one that he was certain I would enjoy. When he put his hand on my leg, I started breathing heavily. He knew it and pushed his hand up my skirt to my panties. My legs just seemed to open of their own accord. As soon as his fingers began stroking up and down my wet slit, I couldn't keep my hips still.

He knew he had me, and I knew it too. I just spread wider to let him know that my answer was "yes". James was very aggressive and dom. My panties were quickly pulled aside, and he ordered me to scoot my ass forward to the edge of the chair. As soon as I did it, two of his thick fingers slipped into my hot cunt. As he finger fucked me, his thumb was caressing my clit. I came in less than a couple of minutes.

James told me to feel his cock. I did and couldn't suppress a gasp. He was just huge. Gordon is big... really big... 8+ inches, but James is even bigger. He said it was 10 inches, and I believe it. It felt even bigger than that. I told him I could never take a cock that big.

He just laughed and said not only would I take every inch, but I would be begging him for it everyday. He unzipped his pants right there in the restaurant and ordered me to take it out. He was so hard, it was difficult to get it out of his pants, but I finally managed it... Jezz!! I couldn't even get my hand all the way around it. I wondered if I would be able to get my mouth open wide enough to suck him.

We made a date to meet the at his apartment at 7 PM tonight.

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"Oh shit," I moaned as I thought about how big James must have been. I'm pretty big and yet my wife was convinced that her pussy wouldn't be able to take James' huge phallus. In my own mind, I could imagine what a rock-hard, throbbing 10 or 11-inch sex spike must have looked like to my wife. Envisioning the monster pussy destroyer, I was amazed that Paula had ever managed to get it up her cunt.

As big as I imagined James to be, I didn't think it would be possible for my wife to take it all up her cunt.

The phone rang. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 4:15 PM. Undoubtedly that was my wife calling me as Fred Lansing's cock slugged in and out of her pussy.

"Hello. Gordon speaking," I answered.

"Hi, Honey. It's Paula. Every thing going Ok at the house?"

"Oh yeah. No problems. Just sitting in the den reading a great book. Not a very good plot, but very sexy and sensuous book with very realistic characters. Is every thing going Ok at the office?"

"Oh... yeah. It's going... mmmm... ok, but I'm probably going to be... aaahhh... going to be a little... mmmmm... late."

"Why? Is there a problem?"

"Yessss... yesss... oh yess... there is a .... mmmmm... problem."

"Is it a hard problem?"

"It's very hard, Darling... very hard... I'm having difficulty... difficulty taking care.... ooohhh... I'm just having difficulty taking care of it."

"That must be a pretty hard one then. Would you like for me to drive down there and see if I can help you with it, Honey?"

"No... you're a great engineer, Darling... but.... ooohhh god... this problem is out of your... mmmmm... your area of expertise. I don't think... I just... mmmm... don't think that you could help me. I have to... I have to ...mmmmm.. learn how to take care of problems like this by myself... aaahhhhh... such a hard, damn problem!

"Are you reading about James, Darling? aaahhhh..."

"Yes. He's something else apparently. Do you think James would like to visit us?"

"OOohhhhhhhh... yes! That would be wonderful!"

"I thought so too. Let's invite him. Are you sure you're Ok? It sounds like you're having problems breathing. Are you in some pain. It even sounds like you're moaning a little."

"No... I'm fine, Honey. I'm just distressed that I can't seem to ... can't seem to ... mmmmmm... seem to take care of this hard problem that's really... I mean... really giving me fits."

"Well, I know you very well, Paula. You're incredibly talented. It's just a new problem that comes with your new job... I'm sure that after some practice you'll be able to handle any hard problem that comes along. Just keep at it. You'll get it, I'm sure."

"You're right... I'm getting it right now... I think I see how to solve the problem too."

"What are you going to do?"

"I think I just need to get into the problem deeper... much deeper... then I think it will solve itself and just sort of... go away. I need to work hard on it now, Darling. I'll be home about 8 or so. Bye."

I wondered what position Lansing had my wife in to fuck her. Probably bent over with her ass up so she could talk on the phone while he plowed her cunt from behind.

I could almost see my wife bent over, dress up around her hips, panties off with Lansing behind her nailing her cunt as she tried to talk to me on the phone. Hot bastard. I admired the way his mind worked.

I went back to reading the next diary entry.

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Dear Diary,

I'm sure you know that James fucked me for the first time last night, but he still has six more days before graduation, so I very much doubt that it will be the last time he screws me.

When I got to his apartment, I thought he would be mounted on me, fucking me, within a few minutes, but he took his time. He was no hurry.

He began by kissing me while he slowly removed my clothes. When he had my tits exposed, his lips moved from my mouth to my nipples until he had them hard, swollen, and throbbing. My pussy was already leaking. Very quickly, my skirt and panties were gone and, except for my heels, I was naked.

James sat in a chair and pulled my naked body face up across his legs. His mouth descended on my engorged, sensitive nipples again... sucking, licking, twisting, pulling... until I was gasping. And he wasn't neglecting my wildly excited cunt either. He had my legs spread and his hand between my thighs. His fingers explored deep inside my throbbing vagina while his thumb worked my clitoris until I came. He kept it up until I came again. Before he finished working on me, I was desperate, but he still took his time until I was begging and pleading for his cock.

It didn't take much imagination for me to picture how my wife must have looked lying over James' legs, his mouth on her tits, his fingers inside her cunt working her to repeated orgasms.

Diary, I have to tell you that his cock is just fucking HUGE! He said it was 10 inches hard, but I thought it was bigger... so we got a tape measure and I was right... it's not 11 inches, but it's bigger than 10 and really thick.

I wrote yesterday that James had told me that I would be able to take all of his cock up my pussy. I didn't believe him, but he was right. It took 15 minutes or so of fucking before he had me stretched enough and my womb pushed back enough for him to get all of his cock into me. MAN! When he got that whole cock into me, I've never felt so stuffed.

I knew what a thick 10 to 11 inch cock would look like when it was up my wife's cunt, but I still wished I could have seen it. What a sight that must have been!

But the real thing was when he started fucking me. Every time he would pull that monster out of my cunt, my lips would hang onto his shaft and be pulled outward. The sensation had me screaming. And the friction that thick shaft put on my clitoris was so intense I couldn't stop cumming.

He just had incredible control. After fucking me non-stop for 30 minutes, I was begging him to please let me rest... my vagina and clitoris were throbbing and pulsing continuously. No matter how hard I sucked air into my lungs, I couldn't seem to catch my breath, and my tits... jezzz... my tits were bouncing and jerking back and forth on my chest like crazy.

Having seen my wife being fucked many times, I knew what it would have looked like as that huge phallus plunged in and out of her hot, wet, dilated cunt.

I didn't help me to beg. He just ignored me and continued fucking my cunt and pulling and rubbing my nipples. At one point, I realized that he had two fingers in my ass, but I never felt them going in I was so out of it from cumming. Finally, my entire body, legs, arms, hips, back... just went into a hard spastic contraction. I think I lost control of my bladder... I know my juices spurted like a fire hose and I passed out.

He had shot one cum load into my cunt sometime in the middle of the fucking, but he didn't even get soft. After I had momentarily passed out from the intensity of my orgasms, he stayed mounted on me... just slowly sliding that monster shaft in and out of my vagina. When I finally became alert again, he told that he needed to cum and this time he was going to cream my cunt and belly. The load was amazing. I was covered with sperm and semen before his cock was shooting blanks.

After that, he got up and fixed us a late dinner in his kitchen while I lay in bed, still quivering from head to toe from the unbelievable fucking I had just had. While James prepared the food, I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little but it didn't seem to matter how much I washed my pussy, cum just kept leaking out of me. He must have shot in a quart of semen. I hoped the one birth control pill taken earlier that day was enough.

Dinner was corned beef sandwiches on rye, two types of cheese, dill pickles, beer, and some french silk pie for dessert. As we ate, James told me that I was a fantastic fuck, and I told him the same thing. He grinned and asked, "Better than your husband?"

I told him the truth. "No, Gordon is better. His cock isn't as big as yours but 8 inches is more than enough, and he's got as much fucking technique as you do... no more, but about the same. You're both fantastic studs. If I had both of you all the time, I'd be fucked to death in a week, but would die with a big smile on my face."

"My husband is better than you because I love him. I hardly know you at all... you'd just a fantastic stud. Gordon's a fantastic stud, an unbelievable husband, a brilliant engineer, and a man of great passion and compassion. I really love my husband.... Now having said that, do you think you can get that beautiful fuck stick up again and screw me once more before I have to leave?"

"Absolutely! And this time, I'm going to try that gorgeous ass of yours."

I smiled thinking about how sore my wife's sexy ass must have been when she walked across the stage to receive her degree in marketing.

When I left James' apartment an hour later, my ass was sore but I had cum almost as hard with his cock in my butt as I had with it inside my pussy. He told me in no uncertain terms that he was going to be fucking me every day until graduation. I'm sure he will. There's no fucking way I'm going to say 'no'.

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Fred had been fucking me for two hours. While I was on the phone talking to my husband, he was going absolutely wild. Again and again, he slammed his cock in and out of my upturned cunt. I had tried to keep my voice steady while talking to Gordon, but the fucking was too intense and my pussy was convulsing.

As soon as I hung up, Fred roared like a lion and began to pour his load deep inside my throbbing cunt. When he pulled his softening organ from my wet hole, I went down on him. He got hard again very quickly. The second fucking was much longer as he now had more control. I had several orgasms before he asked me to get on his desk with my legs up in the air.

His second load pumped into me when I was in that position. He told me later that was another big fantasy he had always had... to fuck a married woman on his desk with her legs up in the air and her cunt gaping open and ready.

After his second load was safely pooled in the bottom of my cunt, Fred surprised me. He wouldn't allow me to get off his desk. Instead, he sat down in his desk chair, moved forward until his face was buried in my sex saddle and began to eat my cum-filled cunt. I had three intense orgasms as his tongue cleaned me and tortured my throbbing clitoris.

When he pulled his wet face from my drenched and still throbbing crotch, he grinned, more than a little satisfied with his performance. I made it even better for him by saying, "Lover, if you can get me off like that, you can fuck me anytime you want."

After I told him that, he naturally wanted to fuck me again. Fred was already almost hard from licking my pussy. I only had to suck his cock for a couple of minutes before he had an iron-hard erection.

"Get on the floor, Honey. Doggy position... ass up... head down."

I assumed the position, thinking he was going to fuck my ass, but he chose my cunt again. I made a note to tell him later that my ass was available any time he wanted it. I grunted when his cock thrust back into my pussy. Holding my hips in place with his hands, Fred powered his cock in and out of my squishing hole. I had two more orgasms before he roared that he was going to cum.

"Ohhhh Fuck Me, Fred! FUCK ME HARD! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!! SCREW MY CUNT, BABY!"

"Where would you like to shoot this load, Stud?" I asked him.

"Get back on the desk... legs up and back. I want to cream your cunt and belly, Paula. Can I?"

"Don't ask a woman, Fred. Once you're giving it to me, you're in charge. Just tell me to put my ass up on your desk and get ready to have my cunt creamed. Don't ask. Tell me!"

He learned quickly. "Get on the desk, Paula. Legs up and back. Spread wide. I'm going to cream you, Baby."

Fred's load spewed all over my belly, mound, cunt, and ass. It was running down my ass crack and sliding into the bottom of my vagina where it mixed with the other two cum loads already there.

Not long after that, a huge cum load coated my pussy, my mound, and my ass. More of the load was running down my ass crack onto the desk and a sizable amount had been shot into my open hole and was now inside my cunt along with Fred's other two huge cum loads.

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My wife returned that evening between 7 and 8 PM. She took one look at my strained face, took my hand, and led me to our bedroom. Paula instructed me to lie down on my back. When I did, my throbbing cock was standing straight up... rigid and coated with a sheen of precum lubrication.

"Mmmmmm... I would say my husband is more than just a little excited and ready. I want to fuck you tonight, Darling. May I?”

“That’s sounds fantastic. I can hardly wait.”

“One warning. I’m really going to use you. But I’m not into rape. Last chance to escape, Lover.”

“Fuck me!” I said.

“Lift your ass, Honey, and let me slide this pillow under your hips."

"I'm the one who's supposed to be saying that to you."

"Be quite. Just lift that sexy ass of yours. I’m fucking you tonight. And you are really going to get it.”

A moment later, my hips were resting on a large pillow. After that, Paula got out two pair of her nylons and tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. For the next half hour, I felt my wife's tongue and lips all over my body... up my thighs, over my belly and chest, stopping at my nipples to nip and pull them.

"Do my cock, Honey. I'm so damn hot. Suck me!"

She just ignored me and continued licking and caressing every part of me except my cock and balls. After 30 minutes, she had my cock thrusting furiously up into the empty air, trying desperately to cum.

"Please...Baby... Please. Suck meee!!"

Finally, my wife took pity on me and let her tongue slide over my balls and up my jerking, pulsing shaft. She licked the swollen, throbbing head, and my cum load exploded four feet into the air... a huge spurting cum fountain.

"Oooh FUCK! SHIT!" I screamed as my second and third streams fired into the empty air. After the third load, Paula's mouth descended over my jerking cock and engulfed my entire 8 inches. The cock was buried in her throat as she suctioned the remaining cum from my balls and then began to slide her tight lips up and down the thick shaft... sucking and then licking the throbbing cock head. She had me hard again very quickly.

My wife straddled my hips, leaned over, and whispered, "Are you ready to have your big delicious prick used, Darling? Hope so, cause I'm going to drain you, Lover."

I couldn't suppress a moan as my wife fitted her hot, cum-slickened pussy over my cock head, and then let her ass slide downward. She was so wet and lubricated with Lansing’s semen, all 8-inches of cock slid into her easily. Once it was fully seated inside her vagina, she began to fuck me... slowly at first... then faster... harder. Her hips were a blur of motion.

Each time her ass rammed into my pelvis, my hips were forced downward into the pillow. With my ass elevated, it felt like even my balls were being forced into the hungry maw of her cunt.

"What a hot, delicious fuck you are, Baby! Hump your ass upward when I fuck you, Stud Boy. Don't you know how to present your hot dick for use by a red hot cunt? Hump, Honey. Hump while my pussy fucks you, Stud."

"OOOhhhhh goddd... don't stop... please ... don't stop," I moaned. "I'm gonna cummmmmmm.... fuck me...FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE... MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMMMMM... UUNNGGGHHHHHHHHH....!!"

"Come on, Stud Boy! Hump your ass upward! Don't you know how to get fucked by a hot, wet, horny cunt? HUMP IT, STUD BOY."

My wife hammered my ass into the bed for most of the next hour. Before she let me rest, her cunt had sucked three loads of cum from my balls. After that, I couldn't get it up again. She untied me, kissed my lips, and said, "You're a hot fuck, Honey. I'll let you rest for awhile and them I'm going to ravage you again."

"I don't think so, Honey. I've already cum four times. I'm pretty much shot down for the night."

"I doubt that. I think as soon as I started fucking you again, you'll get hard pretty damn fast... hard and hot. You'll be begging me again not to stop... to fuck you harder... to make you cum."

I couldn't help but smile. "It's going to be sort of hard for you to fuck a limp noodle, Honey."

"MMMMMmmmmm.... Turn over, Honey, so I can massage your back."

"Sounds sensuous," I sighed as I turned onto my stomach.

"It will be," I heard my wife say as her hands kneaded my buttocks and my back. After a bit, Paula again tied my wrists and ankles to the bed posts, this time using two stockings on each limb. Once she had me securely tied, she thoroughly oiled my entire body... my back, my thighs, my buttocks, even in between my thighs and buttocks. To finish, she pulled my buttocks open and poured a copious amount of oil into my anus.

I heard myself moan from the erotic feel of her body as she straddled my elevated hips and massaged my back with her big tits. It was deliciously sensuous just as my wife had promised it would be. It became even more so when I felt two fingers fucking in and out of my ass. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmm....," I sighed.

"Time for fucking, Stud Boy," my wife growled.

Laying her body across my back, she whispered, I'm going to fuck you again, Stud Boy, and I‘m not stopping until I squirt my hot juice all over you. I hope you're ready, because I certainly am."

"How?" The word was no sooner out of my mouth when Paula whacked me sharply across the ass with her palm of her hand.

"Get that hot ass up in the air, Stud Boy... Time for fucking."

"What?" Whack! Whack! Whack!

"I said... Whack... Whack... get your... Whack! Whack! Whack! hot ass ... Whack! Whack! up in the air so I can fuck that sexy butt."

With my ankles tied to the bed posts, I could only arch my butt a little, but it was all my wife needed. She moved between my thighs, spread my buttocks open and fitted the lubed business end of her strap-on into my ass. She pushed and three inches of cock sank into my butt.

"Damn! Take it easy. That thing's thick," I gasped.

"Not as thick as the one you've been fucking into me for 15 years, Baby." She shoved in three more inches of cock.

"Ooohhhh fuck!"

"Yeah. Fuck... That's what I'm doing, Honey." There’s still three more inches of hard cock to go, Stud Boy. You ready to get fucked by my big cock?” She pumped with the six inches of cock already inside my ass. Back and forth… holding my hips in place with her hands so I would stay in the best position for fucking. “Ready for more cock, Stud Boy?”

It was really beginning to feel good. “Oh yeah! Give it to me. Fuck all of it into me, please!” I got the last three inches of cock. She kept it buried without moving until I got used to the sensation. "You ready, Stud Boy?"

Paula began slowly at first... then gradually began thrusting faster. Her hand moved around my hips and closed around my cock which was now hard. Each time she fucked the strap-on into my ass, she jacked off my cock until I was humping like a woman getting it.

"Damn, Baby. I think you like getting fucked. I'm going to have to use you more often." Paula pulled the cock out of my ass and looked at the gaping hole. "Oh, Baby. Your ass looks exactly like a woman's after she's been ass fucked. You ready to cum, Lover?"

"Oohhhh yes! Please. Fuck me! Fuck my ass. Make me cum, Honey."

My wife fucked me like I was the slut and she was the big cocked Stud.

She slammed it back into me and jacked my rod hard and fast. It didn't take long until the pillow beneath my hips was soaked with cum.

We rested for a bit, and then Paula untied me and we cuddled together . Soon thereafter, we were sound asleep in each other’s arms.

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Last Entries:

My wife went shopping on Saturday afternoon, and I took the opportunity to read the remaining entries in her diary of our first five years of marriage.

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Dear Diary,

All the hard years of study have really paid off for us. Gordon has a fantastic engineering position now with a major corporation at a great salary. He's told he that he has his sights set on the "Chief Project Engineer" position, who is in charge of all engineering projects for the corporation. He says it will take a few years, but he believes he'll make. So do I.

It's been a full year since Gordon obtained his Ph.D, and I have not been fucked by another man since he graduated. There's no longer any need as he is absolutely incredible in bed. There's hardly ever a time when I don't have at least one load of his cum soaking inside my pussy.

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The next entry was dated one week later.

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Dear Diary,

For the last six months, Gordon has been buying me all sorts of hot outfits. He loves to go shopping with me for clothes. That alone is hard to believe. Most men hate shopping. So does he unless I'm buying clothes. Then he likes to go so he can get me to buy something hot and sexy.

I've been noticing that when we go out in the evening, he always wants me to dress hot. I don't mind at all as I've enjoyed men looking at my body ever since I was in high school. But I don't think I ever realized before just how much it seems to excite my husband as well. When I wear something hot, Gordon gets hard as stone, and I know I'm in for a fierce fucking that night.

I guess I didn't notice it before since he was studying and working all the time.

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Dear Diary,

Over the last two weeks, Diary, I've found out that my randy husband really goes wild when other men are staring at my tits and legs. I've started dressing in outrageously sexy outfits, sometimes with no bra and no panties. We go to bars and nightclubs or the shopping malls where I excite us both by flashing my body at other men.

Last night, I let a man see my naked cunt in a club. My husband got so hard and hot, he practically dragged me out to the parking lot where I got soundly fucked over the trunk of our car. I loved every thrust.

Next week, we're taking a week's vacation to Dallas. Since we'll be out of town, I'm going to see how far I can push this. I have the feeling that he would really like to see another man fucking me. I hope so as that would be just awesomely exciting for both of us.

We'll have to see how things go in Dallas. I have plans.

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It all came flooding back to me... that hot weekend in Dallas that began our sensuous, open marriage. I had always thought that I had been the one who did the pushing to start that. Now, reading my wife's diary, I was learning that I had it backwards.

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Dear Diary,

Dallas was just fucking incredible!!!!

The first day, I wore practically nothing when Gordon and I went to a club. Even though most of my tits were on display, and my skirt was 8 inches or so above my knees, the men did little more than stare. I finally figured out it was because my husband was sitting beside me.

On the second day, I suggested that Gordon go into the club first, sit at the bar, and then I would enter, presumably alone, and we would see what would happen. He was just wild to try it. We did it for the first time that same night.

I saw Gordon sitting at the bar as soon as I entered. I took a seat at a nearby booth so he could see me clearly and then crossed my legs so that they were exposed almost up to my bikini panties. It didn't take more than five minutes before men were hitting on me.

Most of the time, I turned down their requests to dance or to buy me a drink. But after an hour, I was so turned on and hot, I stop saying 'no'. I danced with several men letting them feel my body and my ass. Once, I let this sexy looking man get me off in a dimly lit corner of the club where he pulled down my blouse and got both of my tits out. He was squeezing them, pinching my nipples and sucking on them. Naturally, he tried to get me to go to his apartment for sex, but I told him that I was meeting my husband.

Later, Gordon came over and pretended to pick me up. I felt his cock and he was rigid... I mean rigid as steel. When I asked if it really excited him to see other men feeling me, he evaded my question, but I kept asking, and he finally admitted that it did. He also apologized. I let him know that I loved the fact it turned him on as it excited me enormously.

We did the club thing again the next night, and this time I let the men take even more liberties on the dance floor and when they were sitting with me in the booth. I was looking right at my husband when this one guy was finger fucking my pussy under table. My husband's eyes were glued to my cunt and the fingers sliding in and out of it.

On the way back to the hotel, we passed an xxx-rated movie theater, and I whispered in my husband's ear, "Wanna take me to a dirty movie, Darling?"

My horny husband said, "You really want to go see a pornographic movie, Honey?"

"No. But I want the men in there to see me... All of me. Every thing, Darling. My tits, my ass, my cunt... every thing! I'm hot.. Very, very hot. Take me to the dirty movies, Honey", I sighed.

We went to the dirty movie that night, and before we left, I had been stripped, finger fucked repeatedly, had my tits sucked and squeezed, and finally had two men ejaculate all over my pussy and belly.

Gordon got me out of the theater back to our car, but four of the men from the theater had followed us to the parking lot. One of them pushed my head through the open window on the passenger's side of the car, pushed up my skirt, and fucked me. Seeing my head sticking through the car's window, my husband had told me to get in the car. I told him that I couldn't get in the car. When he demanded to know why, I said, "Because, Darling, your wife is being fucked." When the guy pumping me finished, a second man fucked me while my husband was behind the wheel waiting for me to get into the car.

When the men did let me get into the car, two of them got me into the back seat while the two guys who had already fucked me got into the front seat with my husband. Before we got back to our hotel, the two men in the back seat with me had both fucked me while my husband watched in the rear view mirror.

That night, Gordon stayed up all night watching the four men screwing me repeatedly. By 4 AM, all of them had fucked me four times each. In the morning, we showered and went to breakfast together. Then, it was back to our hotel room where each of the men fucked me again. This time, my wonderful husband joined in and I got a fifth hard cock.

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When I had finished reading the last entry, my pants and shorts were on the floor, and I was jacking off furiously. From behind me, my wife asked, "You just read the entry about the theater in Dallas, didn't you?"

"Oh fuck yes. I had no idea you had engineered the whole thing, you beautiful slut."

"You're not the only one in our family who knows how to engineer things, Honey. So, did you count the number of men who had me during our first five years of marriage, Darling?"

"You know I did."

"You're right. I knew you would. What's your count?"

"Eleven: David, Gary, Alan, Cordell, Earl, James, Robinson, and the four men from the theater. Right?" I asked as I continued to jerk off.

"That's my count too." She stared at my hand that was still stroking my rigid erection. "That looks like fun. Can I join you?"

"Sure. I'd love that."

"Scot down to one end of the couch, Honey. Let me spread out on the other end. Now ... no touching... just watch... after we both cum, we'll go to the bedroom and fuck the rest of the day."

I leaned up against the arm on one end of the couch while my wife got naked and spread out on the other end. She rammed two fingers into her cunt and began stroking her clitoris. I jacked off furiously watching her masturbate. She began describing how many times she had cum when those four men were fucking her in Dallas after we had gone to the porno movie. There was no way either of us could last long. It was just too damn hot!

Watching Paula masturbate was so hot and erotic, I knew I would never be able to hold my load for very long.

"I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!" my wife howled. "OOOhhhhh God, Baby... THEY'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEE.... SHOOTING THEIR BIG LOADS UP MY CUNT, BABY... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

When I saw my wife's cunt juices squirting impossibly high into the air, my load quickly followed hers. The couch was drenched.

"GONNA SHOOT... HERE IT COMES!"

My hot cum stream arched high in air and splattered all over the couch to join hers.

"TAKE IT YOU HOT SLUT... HERE IT CUMS!"

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