By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

I love the thought of strangers having access to my journal here. It reminds me of a time my husband revealed to me he'd once snooped around in all my old diaries.

At the time, we hadn't been married for very long and he used to be away from home a lot on business. He phoned every other day but I got letters from him every day. This was years before the net, so they were all hand written ones, btw. They provided a way for us to get to know each other in ways I don't think we might have any other way.

My husband had always been very open with me about his sexual interests and his (vast) list of previous experiences. I, on the other hand, was terribly shy in those days and that, combined with my secrecy-loving-Scorpio nature made it difficult for me to speak openly with him about my own (minuscule) list of previous experiences. I might not have had the courage to even write about them except my husband, in one of his letters, put me on a spot and wanted to know all the details about something he openly admitted to having read in one of my diaries.

The diary he referred to had been kept when I was twenty-four and a student (completing my second degree) at university. The passages he referred to were cryptic entries I had made over a period of months and all related to a funny incident witnessed by me and a girlfriend (I'll call her Karen).

I used to share a dormitory room with Karen in those days. It was my first real time living away from home, and Karen was definitely one of those '/bad influences/' my mother had always warned me against. We used to do a lot of crazy stuff together -- childish pranks mostly -- but the funniest thing we ever did happened quite by accident. We had been sitting around one night, drinking wine instead of studying, when Karen decided it might be fun to sneak over to the dorm room of a couple of guys we frequently used to tease. Emboldened by the alcohol, I agreed to go with her.

We crept around in the garden outside their room. I can't now remember exactly what our original plan was, but it involved spying on them. When we got into position outside their window we were greeted with a surprise that cause us to laugh our heads off. The three boys (they were only eighteen or nineteen) were sitting around naked /measuring the lengths of their penises with rulers!/ It was so incredibly funny, but our laughter broke our cover and the next thing we knew they were quickly getting dressed and threatening all kinds of retribution for having caught them.

We managed to escape back to our room and spent the night on guard against them. Nothing happened that night and our teasing of them in the days following was merciless. They continued to threaten (playfully) all kinds of things but we were safe as long as we avoided being alone with them.

About a week later there was a knock on our door. I knew it was them, as did Karen, but still she opened the door. It wasn't until they were inside our room, all of them grinning broadly, including Karen, that I realized she'd set me up! I should have known she'd betray me -- Karen was like that. She always managed to find a way to avoid trouble herself.

Anyway, there was lots of laughing and a brief chase ensued, but I was quickly caught and overpowered by the three boys while Karen stood back laughing. They stripped me completely naked, forced me onto a table in the middle of the room, and tied me spread-eagled on my back. I knew it was all just a prank, so I wasn't overly frightened, but it was incredibly embarrassing!

I did get a bit worried when the boys then began undressing. Karen reassured me I wasn't going to be raped but that I was going to be taught a lesson I'd never forget. Once the three boys were naked, she led them (dragging two of them by their erect penises) over to stand behind my head. It was perversely funny, especially when Karen started teasing them again, holding their erections up close to my face and pantomiming The Three Bears ("this one is too small ... this one is too big..." etc.) It didn't take long, but by the time she finished all three of them had ejaculated on me! I was horrified, but at the same time I was perversely fascinated by what had happened and by the strangely arousing feeling it gave me.

In my reply to my husband, I told him all of this but I also embellished the story a little and told him I'd been forced to suck them as well. He really loved to hear this (I knew he would) and this story opened the floodgates to a stream of letters from him in which he told me about all of the bizarre fantasies I'd aroused in him. I still have copies of all his letters somewhere. I'll try and find a few and post them. Alas, I can't find that particular diary anywhere and suspect my husband has hidden it away somewhere as a souvenir of something that really sparked the kinky side of our relationship.