Excerpts from a Horny Housewife's Diary 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!