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Excerpts from a Horny Housewife's Diary         
by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) 

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....

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********

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.  

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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.

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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.

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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....

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******

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...

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****

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?

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***

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!!

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****

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.

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*******

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!
