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Subject: {ASSM} Excerpts from a Horny Housewife's Diary by Pami
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Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 06:10:02 -0500
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This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  If you are under 21,
please go away.  If this offends you, please go away.  This story is intended
for those who are of age and who are not offended by sexy stories.

This story is fiction.  Any resemblance to real people, places, or incidents is
strictly coincidence.

If you like this, feel free to email me. I love to hear from people who like my
stories, even though I don't write much anymore.  If you want more of my
stories, check out my site at ASSTR... www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pami/www/  The site is
maintained by my good friend Rui Jorge, to whom I send many hugs and smooshy
kisses!



Excerpts from a Horny Housewife's Diary         
by Pami

Dear Diary,

Let me explain, it isn't that I don't love my husband.  He just can't fuck me
the way I want to be fucked.

George and I met the normal way.  A friend of a friend, I saw him at a party,
and I know it sounds cliche, but when our eyes met across the room, I knew that
he was the one I was meant to marry.  And after a six month courtship and an
eight month engagement, we did.  The whole time leading up to our marriage was
fun and exciting, and George was so sweet.  We "made love" once or twice a
week, and it was always sensuous and leisurely, and I almost always had an
orgasm.  George is nice to snuggle next to and drift off to sleep.  He gives
great backrubs, and he hasn't ever forgotten a birthday or our anniversary. 
But...  well, we've been married six years now, and the once or twice a week
has fallen off to maybe once a month.  Our love-making is still sweet and he
tries really hard, but I began faking my orgasms so that it would just be over
sooner and I could go to sleep.  I guess the problem is that before I met
George, I found out that I really prefer to be totally just taken... hard...
and dirty... and even rough sometimes.  My husband just wouldn't understand
that after all these years, and even though I don't want to end my marriage, I
NEED to be fucked.

In the cyberworld, I discovered that there are places that women like me can go
to get what we need.  So, I got a webcam, and told George that it was so I can
see my mother when I talk to her online, and she can see me.  What I really got
it for was so that I can show off for faceless men out there.  God...the
thought of hundreds of men jerking off while they watch my body and watch me
play with myself makes me SO hot!  And the cam satisfied my needs - for a
while.  But you know, masturbation can only assuage those needs for so long. 
Then I took out an ad at one of those free-for-women personal ad sites.  I knew
what I was looking for, so I didn't mess around with anything nicey-nice, like
a site pretending that members are looking for friends.  Oh no, I went right to
findafuck.com.  I posted a picture, without my face of course, and an ad,
saying what I needed.  I'm 34 years old, and sort of plump, but I have a killer
set of tits and I haven't had too many problems meeting guys to take care of my
needs.

"MWF, mid-thirties, wants to meet men for strictly sexual times.  No hearts and
flowers... just fuck me like the slut I am.  Your name isn't needed, just a
hard cock and agile tongue.  Meet me today!"

George would DIE!  The concept that his sweet wife would even think such
thoughts would never cross his mind.  But the responses positively POURED in,
and I set out on this path.  I've met six guys since I placed that ad.  Six
isn't TOO slutty, is it?  Six over the past two months, that is.  That's less
than one a week.  Of course, I did see Joe three times that one week.  And I
let Carl fuck me four times the day that we met.  But that cock of his never
seemed to go soft - and I couldn't let him leave wanting more, could I?  I
mean, I felt practically OBLIGATED to screw him until neither of us could keep
going any more.

Today I'm meeting a new guy.  I don't know his name, and he doesn't know mine. 
We only communicated through the website, and I haven't even seen his face. 
But he told me that he wants to make me cum over and over until I beg him to
let me rest, and he sent me a picture of his cock.  It was 8 1/4" long (he had
a ruler next to it) and it looked thick enough to make my pussy clench just
looking at the picture.  We're meeting at a Comfort Inn two exits down the
interstate.  He's going to call me on my cellphone and tell me what room number
he's in, and then I am going to meet him.  I can't wait!  My pussy is dripping
already.  More later....

**************************************************************

Dear Diary,

Oh my God, that guy in the hotel was so freakin' sexy!  When I got there, I
knocked on the door, and he opened it from behind it, so I couldn't see him. 
The room was dark, with the curtains pulled closed, but there was a candle lit
on the dresser for just enough light to see what we were doing.  He shut the
door behind me and then, before I could turn around, he pulled me back against
him, and I swear to god, he was nude, and I could feel his hard cock poking me
in the back.  He pulled my hair to one side and then he licked up my neck to my
ear, sending chills up and down my spine.  But when he whispered "Are you ready
to get fucked, little girl?  Are you ready to feel my dick in every hole in
your body?  Is your pussy wet yet, little girl?"... well, when he whispered
that in my ear, while grinding against me from behind, I swear I had a
mini-climax right there on the spot!

Diary, we screwed every way I could imagine and then a couple that I couldn't! 
He stripped me from behind, and I never saw his face as he pushed me across the
room to the bed.  "Kneel," he commanded me as he pushed me on the king-sized
bed, and I did.  "Spread your legs, little girl," he told me, and I did.  I
couldn't help myself, Diary, I was moving my ass back and forth, just waiting
for him, as I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy.  "Are you ready,
slut?" he asked me.  "Are you ready to get fucked?" and he waited.  The only
thing connecting our bodies was his dickhead touching my hot cunthole.  "God,
YES," I whimpered, and then he slammed that glorious cock deep inside me all in
one thrust.  I'm telling you, Diary... he was in me so deep that it actually
sort of hurt when he was balls-deep inside my pussy!  

Anyway, he fucked me from behind, pulling my hair into sort of like reins you
use to ride a horse, you know?  And the climaxes were sooooo good!  I know I
came five or six times just that first fuck alone!  Never seeing his face, just
hearing him tell me what a good cunt I had, how much he liked fucking a slut
like me... oh Diary, it was incredible!

After he came all over my back, he cleaned me off with a warm washcloth and
then told me to turn around.  He wasn't handsome, Diary.  Not like my George. 
He was like an animal - hairy chest, pot belly, beard, mustache.  But his cock
was still hard, even after just cumming all over me.  He told me to suck him
off, and I did.  I swallowed, too, Diary.  Wouldn't George just die?  George
would never understand that I need it like this.  

******************************************************

Dear Diary,

I just got back from another hot date.  That's the second this week.  George
has been working long hours at the office, and he thinks I am out with one of
my girlfriends, keeping busy.  If only he knew!  I feel so guilty afterwards,
but these guys just make me cum and cum and cum until my legs are shaking for
hours!  

The guy I was with this afternoon was named Jason.  He thinks my name is
Tracey!  I decided that is going to be my "slut name".  Anyway, Jason was
really young - he said he was 26, but he didn't look any older than 21 or 22,
max.  And what a ripped bod!  Holy Cow... when he took his shirt off in the
hotel room, he was definitely showing me a six-pack.  Speaking of which, his
cock wasn't any longer than George's, but it was about as thick as a beer can! 
I could only get the head in my mouth when I sucked him off, and I thought my
jaw was going to dislocate!  We found out that when I was on my back and leaned
my head off the edge of the bed and he slid his dick into my mouth that I could
take more.  I wanted to choke myself on that sweet-tasting cock, Diary!  He
came what felt like gallons, and I drank it all down.

Of course, being young, he was able to get it up again almost right away.  He
licked my pussy for over an hour, if you can believe that!  I watched the clock
to see just how long it was.  I came fourteen times while he ate me, Diary. 
That's FOURTEEN!!  I swear near the end I thought my pussy was going to
spontaneously combust, I was so hot!  When he slid his fingers in and rubbed my
g-spot while he sucked my clit I had to put a pillow over my head so I could
actually scream.

And the fucking.  God, I love my husband, but the fucking I got from Jason was
incredible.  His technique wasn't as varied as some of the studs I've been
hooking up with, but when it comes down to it, what I really crave is the long
dicking strokes that Jason was so good at.  Nothing compares with the feeling
of a thick schlong spreading my tunnel wide and rubbing against my inner walls.
I swear I could fuck 24 hours a day - that's how much I love that feeling.

*****************************************************

Dear Diary,

George and I "made love" last night.  Its the first time in over two months. 
He landed a big account at work, and he wanted to celebrate.  It was nice and
gentle, with lots of soft kisses and we cuddled afterwards.  And I didn't cum
once.  I faked it for him, though, since I know it would disappoint him if he
didn't get to "satisfy" me.  The thing about faking with George is that its so
easy.  I mean, a little clench or two and a loud moan, and he thinks I am in
heaven.  If only he knew that when I really get worked up I have to have my
mouth covered or my yells would make the neighbors call the cops!  I wonder
what he would do if he knew what a sleaze I really am.  No, I'm not going to
think about that.

******************************************************

Dear Diary,

You aren't going to believe what I did today!  Yes, of course I met a new man. 
That's not the news.   The news is what we did.  We met on the other side of
the city.  I figured it was over an hour away, so I wouldn't see anyone I knew.
I wore a flippy skirt that came to my knees, and a blouse that was sort of
sheer.  Just so you could see my bra through it, not too trashy... just sexy. 
And we met at a restaurant/bar type of place a little bit before the lunch
crowd.  Bob was average looking - not a fabulous body or gorgeous face, but
average, like me.  Anyway, we clicked right away, and after having two drinks
and an appetizer, we left.  

Did we go to a hotel room?  Oh no, Diary.  Bob, as it turned out, owns a van. 
One of those big conversion vans.  And he had parked sort of off to the side of
the parking lot.  Yep... you got it.  We went to the van.

Bob and I got in and got into the back of the van.  There were a couple of
small, sort of cafe-like tables, and a couch.  We didn't waste any time.  Bob
sat down on the couch and told me to sit down on the table in front of him, so
I did.  He unbuttoned my blouse and smiled when he saw my bra - I wore that
white one that is so sheer you can see my nipples through it.  He didn't even
kiss me, just leaned forward and started sucking my tits right through the bra!
I squirmed right away, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter.  (It was
already damp when we met - I knew I was going to get fucked the way I like it!)
Bob slid his hand up my skirt and chuckled when he found out I wasn't wearing
any panties.  

Bob pulled back and told me to spread my legs wide for him, so I did.  Just
sitting there, on a tiny table, in the back of a van, with my tits hanging out
and my pussy wet and hot - naked for him.  As I ran a finger up my slit, Bob
suddenly dropped off the couch to his knees and buried his face in my cunt!  Oh
God, Diary, he was such an animal.  He was making the most disgusting slurping
noises as he sucked my juices and drank them down.  He actually held my clit
with his fingers and nibbled on it!  I thought that was supposed to hurt a
little bit, but it sent me right into an orgasm that I swear I will remember
forever!

But the most amazing moment happened a little bit later.  I was on my tummy on
one of the tables and Bob was fucking me from behind.  I had cum three or four
times and I was in heaven, when the side door to the van actually opened and
another guy climbed in.  I didn't even move, Diary - isn't that the true
indication that I am really a slut deep inside?  I let Bob keep screwing me as
he and the other guy greeted each other.  It turned out that they were buddies
and that Dave and he every so often meet a woman and then they both screw her
together.  

It only took Dave a moment after getting in the van to unzip his pants and
slide his cock into my mouth.  That's right, Diary - I was taking a guy at both
ends and I was LOVING it!  Dave's dick wasn't overly long or thick, but I was
able to take him ALL THE WAY down my throat while Bob kept fucking me.  Yep,
not only did I have my first threesome, but I also did my first deep throat! 
In a van!

Well, over the next hour or so, we did all sorts of positions in the back of
that van.  My favorites were when we were all sitting on the little sofa and
they were each sucking a nipple and fingering my pussy till I came a few times
and the table thing.  It turns out that the only thing I love more than a good
hard fuck is a good hard fuck while sucking another cock!  Who'd have thunk
it?!  You know, I wonder if anyone in the parking lot saw the van rocking from
our fucking and peeked in the windows.  Oh my God, that makes me hot just
thinking about it.  George isn't going to be home for another hour or so - I'm
going to get my vibrator out and imagine what would have happened if another
guy had gotten into the van with us!  Mmmmmm....

************************************************************

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I haven't written in a few weeks.  I've been busy.  And not in a good
way.  George has cut down on his workload, and he's been home earlier than
usual lately.  That means I don't get to go out and play! George made us join a
bowling league, if you can believe that.  Twice a week we have to go down to
the bowling alley and bowl with a bunch of other people that George knows from
work.  Some of them are clients of his and some are co-workers, and some are
even just friends of the clients or the co-workers.  And they make us wear
these hideous red bowling shirts.  Mine doesn't fit right, and I have to pin it
up the front or else it will burst open every time I throw a ball down the
lane.  I can't even flirt the tiniest bit, because I am afraid that someone
will say something to George.  Between him being home so much and this bowling
thing, I haven't gotten screwed in three weeks!!  You would think that being
around so much, George would at least like to have sex more.  But no!  The last
time we did it was over a month ago.  I really love him, but if I don't get
laid soon, George's little wifey is going to go into a meltdown!
Grrrrr...

**********************************************************

Diary,

Just a quickie.  Well, in more ways than one!  It turns out this bowling thing
may not be so bad after all.  Mike, the manager of the bowling alley.  Well, I
fucked him the other night while George and everyone else was bowling away.  I
was bored and told George that I didn't feel well, so I was going to go to the
ladies' room.  Which I did.  But on the way there, I started talking to Mike. 
He said that he had a couch and a tv in his office, if I wanted to lie down for
a little bit.  Wasn't that nice?  Anyway, I followed him back there, and when I
went to lie down one of the pins on my bowling shirt popped and stuck me right
in the front of my left breast.  I pulled at it, and Mike asked what was wrong.
I told him, and the next thing you know, my shirt is OFF and Mike has his
hands all over my tits.  We didn't' waste too much time on foreplay, (and let's
face it, I was so hot, I didn't need any,) so within a couple of minutes Mike's
cock was hard enough to spread my hungry hole and slide up into me.  It was a
quick fuck - maybe five or ten minutes - but it was enough to take the edge
off!  I came twice before Mike rammed into me hard and spurted deep inside me. 
Its a good thing I'm on the pill!  Anyway, we got dressed pretty quickly and I
went to the ladies' room to let Mike's cum drip out of my cunt as much as
possible.  I went back out to George and told him I was still feeling poorly
and I thought we should go home.  George agreed that I looked flushed, so we
left.  Needless to say, I took a shower as soon as we got home.  George made me
some soup and tucked me into bed.  I guess I should feel guilty, but god, I
NEEDED that fuck!  Do you think I have some sort of sickness?

*********************************************************

Dear Diary,

I changed my ad at the site.  I want to try something new.  My new ad says,
"Married white slut, 34,  looking for a hot stud.  Must have experience with
anal cherries.  Respond ASAP - I can't wait!"  That's right Diary, I want to
try anal sex.  Do you think I will get many answers?  I'll let you know!

George's workload has picked up again.  We still have to do the bowling thing,
but I try to get away and screw Mike at least one time a week while we are
there.  I don't think anyone has noticed.  I especially love it when we are
fucking, and Mike tells me that he is going to go get my husband to see what a
whore he is married to.  Sometimes Mike slaps my ass while he does me
doggy-style.  It turns out that makes me cum harder!  There have actually been
a couple of times that afterwards I am just too worn out to bowl even a frame
or two cause my legs are too shaky!

I'm hoping that soon George won't want to go bowling anymore.  While being with
Mike has been fun, it really isn't a good substitute for the wild fucking I was
getting before.  I think I just like different guys all the time.  If that
makes me a whore, then so be it!  I'm a happy whore when I am getting laid!!

**********************************************************

Dear Diary,

Ok, I did it!!  The anal sex thing, I mean.  You know my loving husband - he
would never want to do something so dirty and disgusting.  I guess that's why I
wanted to try it so bad.  It turns out that I got TONS of answers to my ad.  I
picked Greg to do the deed.  Greg isn't really handsome or anything, but he
seemed clean and he was willing to provide a current HIV test result card for
me.  But the real reason I chose him was his dick.  He said it was six inches
long and it looked like it was not too thick in the picture.  If anything, it
was sort of thin.  But I figured for my first anal experience, smaller and
thinner was good.

We met at a hotel, of course.  We met in the lobby, and he already had the
room, so we went up.  He had a bottle of champagne and so we had a few drinks
while we necked a little bit.  I was actually nervous, Diary!  Me, the slut of
the century!

Anyway, we got naked and he had me on my hands and knees on the bed and he was
licking my pussy from behind.  I felt his nose bumping in my butt crack every
once in a while.  Then he licked higher and I felt his tongue on my ass.  God,
Diary, it was so slippery and wet - it made me squirm all over it felt so good!
He spend a LONG time licking my ass and even using his tongue to push my
rosebud open and stick it inside a little bit.  Then he used his fingers,
sliding one inside my backdoor.  It didn't really hurt at all.  I could feel my
pussy dripping my wetness, and every so often Greg would lick down and suck it
up. And his moans told me he was totally into what he was doing.  

Finally, he pulled back and told me I was ready.  He said that it was going to
be such a tight fit that he hoped he wouldn't cum right away.  I told him to
shut up and fuck my ass!  Yes, that's what I really said, Diary.  I'm soooo
nasty, aren't I?

I looked around and Greg was behind me.  He took the head of his cock and
stroked it up and down my slit, sort of pulling my cunt juices up to my other
hole.  He would hold his dick right at my rosebud and kind of swirl it around,
making me crazy.  I swear, Diary, I didn't think he was EVER going to bugger
me!

After what seemed like an hour, Greg thrust his cock into my hungry cunt and
then, while it was wet with my own lubrication, he slowly began to impale my
ass!  It burned a little bit at first, Diary.  I heard it was supposed to, but
I mean, it really hurt.  I almost told him to stop, but he went really slowly,
stopping every so often to let me adjust to his cock up where nothing was
supposed to go.  All of a sudden I felt his balls against my empty pussy.  I
moaned as I realized he was all the way up my ass.  

It was when I sort of clenched my butt that Greg groaned REALLY loud.  "DON'T!"
he almost yelled as he grabbed my bottom with his hands and held me still. 
Then he sort of calmed down, and he said that if I moved too much he was going
to cum.  So we waited, sort of like a pornographic statue, I guess, with his
hard cock up my ass, and me trying not to wiggle or move at all.  Then I felt
him sort of relax and start to slide out of me.  Just as I opened my mouth to
say something about that, he thrust back in.  It was probably only a couple of
inches back and forth, but it felt like it was a foot or more of cock sliding
up and down my chute.  

The burning sensation I felt when he started to spear my butt had pretty much
gone away by this point, and I was just aware of a really empty feeling in my
pussy.  So I reached down and started to play with my clit while Greg slowly
butt-fucked me.  And I started to get into it.  I can't really describe the
feeling of the whole butt-fucking experience, Diary, it just feels...
different.  I don't think it is better than getting my pussy filled, but it was
still mostly good.  The best part was when I was playing with my clit and Greg
was fucking me, and he reached under me and pulled on my nipples.  I came
pretty hard when that happened, and the next thing I knew, Greg was spurting
into my ass.  That felt really weird.

Anyway, after that, Greg was pretty much done for the day.  It turns out that
he can only get it up once.  He was an ok guy, and I'm glad I picked him for
the first butt-fuck experience, but I don't think I am going to see him again. 
Let's face it... I need a guy who can fuck me for a LONG time, and I don't
think Greg is the man for the job.

*************************************************************

Dear Diary,

Once again I have been gone for a while, eh?  I'm not really sure that I will
be writing very much anymore.  I've been a very busy girl the past couple of
months.  I met six or seven guys since I wrote last.  I had another threesome,
sort of - and it was hot, hot, HOT!!   There I was, at the bowling alley. 
George was in prime bowling mode - I swear I could have stripped naked and
walked down the gutter of the lane and he wouldn't have noticed.  Anyway, he
was bowling away, and I slipped off into Mike's office.  Mike was sitting on
his couch, fully clothed, except for his magnificent prick sticking out of his
fly.  I was nude, straddling him, riding that cock and letting him suck and
nibble on my tits.  I was coming about every couple of minutes, as usual, and
biting my lip to try not to scream, and I heard a creak.  I looked around, and
Oh My God... there was George!  He had walked into Mike's office and he was
just standing there, watching the two of us fucking.  I went instantly still
and then tried to jump off of Mike's cock, except that Mike was holding on to
me so tightly that I couldn't get up.  There I was, another man's dick up my
pussy, with my husband, a man who never even screwed with the lights on,
looking at me with his mouth wide open.

I opened my mouth to say something.  I didn't know what, but I really love my
husband, and I was horrified that he was seeing what he was seeing.  But as I
babbled, George walked over to me and my fucker.  He reached his hand out and I
flinched, expecting him to hit me.  Imagine my shock, Diary, when what he did
was high five Mike!!  The two of them laughed as they saluted each other.  Now
don't forget Diary, I'm still stark naked, sitting on Mike's dick, and here is
my hubby, happily greeting the guy who is cuckolding him.

Ok, I'm not going to go into the whole thing, but it turned out that George
found you.  You, Diary.  George found you and read you.  And he wasn't
disgusted by what he read.  He was actually excited.  He told me later that he
has jerked off to what I have written and imagined me fucking strangers.  That
the whole time we went on that long dry spell without sex, he was just trying
to get me to go out and screw some more!  So he went to talk to Mike about the
whole thing, and they set up the whole thing. 

Instead of yelling at me, or hitting me, or beating up Mike, what George did
instead was lock the door to Mike's office and tell Mike to keep fucking me. 
Then he sat down at Mike's desk and watched.  My husband, mild-mannered George,
pulled out his cock and started stroking it while he watched us go at it.  Mike
had me turn around and straddle him backwards, my legs outside of his, so that
George would have a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.  

After the initial shock wore off, Diary, I started cumming over and over again.
When George walked over and sat down just inches in front of my cunt, eyes
glued to the sight of my red pussy just swallowing Mike's cock, I had to reach
down and stroke my clit.  The grand finale was when Mike came inside me, and
his dick softened up and sort of fell out of me.  George scooted even closer
and Diary, he actually leaned his head in and started to eat my pussy.  It was
so fucking nasty, Diary, and so fucking hot.  I came three or four times while
he was eating my creampie! The whole time, Mike was talking about all the hot
fucks we had, telling George everything, and then telling us about all the
REALLY nasty things we could do with the three of us.   When George finally
stopped sucking my cunt, I looked down at him, and I saw that he had cum all
over himself.  He held his hand up to me, with dribbles of his jism on it, and
I licked it clean.

Diary, I don't know what else is going to happen, but as it turns out, even if
my husband can't fuck me the way I need to be fucked, he is okay with letting
someone else do it.  As long as he can watch.

My new ad says, "Married white slut, 34, needs to get fucked hard while hubby
watches.  If you have a thick cock and know how to use it, we want to meet you.
Names aren't important, what you can do with your dick is.  Respond ASAP...I
need it NOW!"

Wish me luck, Diary!

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