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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
12/03/2008
My wife, Beth, and I have been married for 38 years. In this day and age, that is a very long time. I will admit that there isn't a whole lot of spark left, but we get along doing the routine things of life, especially enjoying our grandchildren.
There are humdrum things that have to be done and one that Beth has been on me about is to finally clean up the attic. She is right, it is just a big firetrap. It is where one stores old receipts, canceled cheques, old income tax forms, and miscellaneous other things. Anyway, one rainy Saturday, I went up there to see what I could do. Beth had gone shopping at the mall with one of the neighbour ladies.
I started going through boxes and sorting through stuff and making one keeper pile and one discard pile. I opened one box and it had knick knacks that Beth had kept for sentimental reasons. I am not going to touch those...Beth will have to deal with them. I was about to close the box and put it in a pile for Beth to review, when I noticed that the whole bottom two thirds of the box were Beth's old diaries. Beth started keeping daily diaries right after high school, and she continued up to about the fifteenth year of our marriage. These were one year diaries with two pages for each day. It used to bug me, because the diary had to be completed before she went to bed everyday, or, at the very least, first thing in the morning. She was very anal about that. I don't know how someone could have something happen every day that needed to be written down for posterity.
As I looked at all those annual diaries in the box, I knew I shouldn't even think about reading them, but there was one incident in the sixth year of our marriage that I always wondered about. It was a Friday, and we had a fight about how she was always trapped at home with the kids all day and I got to go out to meetings, or drinks with the boys and she was fed up. She informed me that her girlfriend was going to pick her up that evening and they were going to a night club that was frequented by Air Force personnel on leave and that she wouldn't be home until late and that I was babysitting the kids. She went and was home very late and I had to deal with the kids in the morning. Beth got up just before noon and indicated that her girlfriend and her were going to go back to the night club Saturday night. I asked that if I got a babysitter, could I come along? Beth said that would be great. Beth said that there was an Air Force guy, named Paul, that had danced with her for most of Friday evening and he had said maybe he would see her there Saturday night.
Anyway we got to the night club and as we were entering, this black dude was coming out. Beth stopped him and introduced him as Paul and that I was her husband, Daryl. She told me this was the fellow that she had danced with the night before. Okay, no big deal. Once in the club, it was very noticeable that most of the guys were the Air Force types and predominantly black. On the other hand, the women were all white and many of them appeared to be married. Again, no big deal. Beth and I had a good time dancing and having a few drinks. We had a babysitter, so we couldn't be real late.
Back to the diaries...should I, or shouldn't I? Each diary is a year, so it was easy to find the one from year six of our marriage. As I thumbed through, I noted that most of the entries were pretty routine. Talked on the phone; got a neat recipe; weather; the most gorgeous dress; etc. I found the fateful Friday. It talked about our fight. I skipped ahead and saw where she was dancing with Paul. On the slow dances he would hold her close and rub his crotch up against her. He kept buying her drinks and his hands began to roam pretty freely and she didn't object. She was enjoying the attention, but she wrote that she was getting pretty horny. He finally propositioned her and she only hesitated for a moment before going over to her girlfriend to tell her that she was going outside for a bit with Paul. She wrote that it must have been the drink as well as the fight with me that made her accept his invitation to his motel room. They got to his room and they couldn't get out of their clothes fast enough. And then she saw it...his erection was huge. It was at least 3” longer than Daryl's and a whole lot thicker. She didn't know if her married pussy could take it, but she was damn well going to give it a good try. They sucked and fucked for two hours. Beth came five times and Paul came three times. She didn't know a guy could maintain an erection that long, or cum that many times in a short time and have that much cum each time. What really blew her away was the fact that after getting into the serious fucking, she found she was able to take him into her married pussy balls deep. Her married pussy felt so full and completely satisfied. When they were done, Beth's mouth and married pussy were sore. He drove her back to the night club and she hooked up with her girlfriend who brought her home. Beth was glad that I was sleeping because she didn't want to talk to, or have sex with me...she was just to sore and wanted to enjoy the afterglow for awhile.
This really shocked me, but confirmed my suspicions. I must have really put a damper on her plans for Saturday night when I said I was going to come with them. Although Beth didn't object and seemed to welcome it.
I kept reading in her diary for Saturday. Beth mentioned in her diary that she was glad that I was coming with that evening because she didn't think she would be able to turn Paul down if he propositioned her again, and after all, she was a married woman. However, I was about to receive another shock. I remember that half way through the evening, Beth excused herself to go to the wash room and was gone quite awhile. Her diary filled in the gaps. Paul saw her heading to the wash room and intercepted her outside the men's room and took her arm and led her into the men's wash room and into one of the cubicles. A couple of men at the urinals and one at the sinks, gave them a knowing smile. In her diary, Beth said she didn't protest. She was feeling rather randy with the few drinks we had and her unforgettable memories of the night before. In the cubicle Paul had her sit on the toilet seat facing him and he took out his substantial cock and got Beth to suck it. Once he was good and hard, he had Beth stand up, turn around, and lean forward with her hands on the toilet tank. Paul then pushed her skirt up over her hips, took out a pen knife and completely cut the crotch out of her panty hose and panties and threw the material in the toilet bowl. Beth wrote in her diary, that by this time she was really wet and horny. Paul pushed into her and she let out a gasp. He started stroking her married pussy long, deep and steady. He told her that he loves fucking married white pussy, but it was even more erotic knowing that her husband was sitting at a table a few feet away waiting for his wife. Beth wrote that she was breathing hard and moaning as he continued to stroke her married pussy. After the night before, she knew he could do this for quite awhile and that she should just relax and enjoy the sensations deep in her pussy. She said that they weren't the quietest especially when she had her two orgasms. It was obvious what was happening in their cubicle. After several minutes someone went into the next cubicle and asked if that was a 'bro' in the next cubicle having some married white ass. Paul answered in the affirmative. The dude then asked if he could have some too. Paul answered for Beth, saying that as long as he waited until he was finished, he was sure that Beth wouldn't mind having some more black cock in her married pussy. Paul finished and then invited the guy over to our cubicle. Paul told Beth to keep looking ahead and enjoy. She never saw the guy, but apparently his cock wasn't as long as Paul's, but it was thicker and she let out a squeal when he shoved it into her. He fucked her married pussy hard and fast for about five minutes. Beth had another orgasm just as the stranger deposited his cum deep in her pussy. The stranger thanked both Paul and Beth for the enjoyable fuck and then asked which guy was her husband. Paul said that I was the skinny guy sitting at the table by the corner of the dance floor. Paul then helped Beth clean up and stuck toilet paper up her pussy to keep the cum from leaking down her legs. Beth wrote in her diary that Paul gave her a long deep kiss and thanked her for a most enjoyable weekend. She was a little bit nervous about rejoining me at our table because she had been gone for over half an hour, but I guess I was enjoying my beer to much to notice.
This happened thirty-two years ago, but it still really upset me. Maybe I shouldn't have read the diary. I am not going to say, or do anything. However, I am going to thumb through some of the other volumes. If I find anything interesting I will let you know.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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There are humdrum things that have to be done and one that Beth has been on me about is to finally clean up the attic. She is right, it is just a big firetrap. It is where one stores old receipts, canceled cheques, old income tax forms, and miscellaneous other things. Anyway, one rainy Saturday, I went up there to see what I could do. Beth had gone shopping at the mall with one of the neighbour ladies.
I started going through boxes and sorting through stuff and making one keeper pile and one discard pile. I opened one box and it had knick knacks that Beth had kept for sentimental reasons. I am not going to touch those...Beth will have to deal with them. I was about to close the box and put it in a pile for Beth to review, when I noticed that the whole bottom two thirds of the box were Beth's old diaries. Beth started keeping daily diaries right after high school, and she continued up to about the fifteenth year of our marriage. These were one year diaries with two pages for each day. It used to bug me, because the diary had to be completed before she went to bed everyday, or, at the very least, first thing in the morning. She was very anal about that. I don't know how someone could have something happen every day that needed to be written down for posterity.
As I looked at all those annual diaries in the box, I knew I shouldn't even think about reading them, but there was one incident in the sixth year of our marriage that I always wondered about. It was a Friday, and we had a fight about how she was always trapped at home with the kids all day and I got to go out to meetings, or drinks with the boys and she was fed up. She informed me that her girlfriend was going to pick her up that evening and they were going to a night club that was frequented by Air Force personnel on leave and that she wouldn't be home until late and that I was babysitting the kids. She went and was home very late and I had to deal with the kids in the morning. Beth got up just before noon and indicated that her girlfriend and her were going to go back to the night club Saturday night. I asked that if I got a babysitter, could I come along? Beth said that would be great. Beth said that there was an Air Force guy, named Paul, that had danced with her for most of Friday evening and he had said maybe he would see her there Saturday night.
Anyway we got to the night club and as we were entering, this black dude was coming out. Beth stopped him and introduced him as Paul and that I was her husband, Daryl. She told me this was the fellow that she had danced with the night before. Okay, no big deal. Once in the club, it was very noticeable that most of the guys were the Air Force types and predominantly black. On the other hand, the women were all white and many of them appeared to be married. Again, no big deal. Beth and I had a good time dancing and having a few drinks. We had a babysitter, so we couldn't be real late.
Back to the diaries...should I, or shouldn't I? Each diary is a year, so it was easy to find the one from year six of our marriage. As I thumbed through, I noted that most of the entries were pretty routine. Talked on the phone; got a neat recipe; weather; the most gorgeous dress; etc. I found the fateful Friday. It talked about our fight. I skipped ahead and saw where she was dancing with Paul. On the slow dances he would hold her close and rub his crotch up against her. He kept buying her drinks and his hands began to roam pretty freely and she didn't object. She was enjoying the attention, but she wrote that she was getting pretty horny. He finally propositioned her and she only hesitated for a moment before going over to her girlfriend to tell her that she was going outside for a bit with Paul. She wrote that it must have been the drink as well as the fight with me that made her accept his invitation to his motel room. They got to his room and they couldn't get out of their clothes fast enough. And then she saw it...his erection was huge. It was at least 3” longer than Daryl's and a whole lot thicker. She didn't know if her married pussy could take it, but she was damn well going to give it a good try. They sucked and fucked for two hours. Beth came five times and Paul came three times. She didn't know a guy could maintain an erection that long, or cum that many times in a short time and have that much cum each time. What really blew her away was the fact that after getting into the serious fucking, she found she was able to take him into her married pussy balls deep. Her married pussy felt so full and completely satisfied. When they were done, Beth's mouth and married pussy were sore. He drove her back to the night club and she hooked up with her girlfriend who brought her home. Beth was glad that I was sleeping because she didn't want to talk to, or have sex with me...she was just to sore and wanted to enjoy the afterglow for awhile.
This really shocked me, but confirmed my suspicions. I must have really put a damper on her plans for Saturday night when I said I was going to come with them. Although Beth didn't object and seemed to welcome it.
I kept reading in her diary for Saturday. Beth mentioned in her diary that she was glad that I was coming with that evening because she didn't think she would be able to turn Paul down if he propositioned her again, and after all, she was a married woman. However, I was about to receive another shock. I remember that half way through the evening, Beth excused herself to go to the wash room and was gone quite awhile. Her diary filled in the gaps. Paul saw her heading to the wash room and intercepted her outside the men's room and took her arm and led her into the men's wash room and into one of the cubicles. A couple of men at the urinals and one at the sinks, gave them a knowing smile. In her diary, Beth said she didn't protest. She was feeling rather randy with the few drinks we had and her unforgettable memories of the night before. In the cubicle Paul had her sit on the toilet seat facing him and he took out his substantial cock and got Beth to suck it. Once he was good and hard, he had Beth stand up, turn around, and lean forward with her hands on the toilet tank. Paul then pushed her skirt up over her hips, took out a pen knife and completely cut the crotch out of her panty hose and panties and threw the material in the toilet bowl. Beth wrote in her diary, that by this time she was really wet and horny. Paul pushed into her and she let out a gasp. He started stroking her married pussy long, deep and steady. He told her that he loves fucking married white pussy, but it was even more erotic knowing that her husband was sitting at a table a few feet away waiting for his wife. Beth wrote that she was breathing hard and moaning as he continued to stroke her married pussy. After the night before, she knew he could do this for quite awhile and that she should just relax and enjoy the sensations deep in her pussy. She said that they weren't the quietest especially when she had her two orgasms. It was obvious what was happening in their cubicle. After several minutes someone went into the next cubicle and asked if that was a 'bro' in the next cubicle having some married white ass. Paul answered in the affirmative. The dude then asked if he could have some too. Paul answered for Beth, saying that as long as he waited until he was finished, he was sure that Beth wouldn't mind having some more black cock in her married pussy. Paul finished and then invited the guy over to our cubicle. Paul told Beth to keep looking ahead and enjoy. She never saw the guy, but apparently his cock wasn't as long as Paul's, but it was thicker and she let out a squeal when he shoved it into her. He fucked her married pussy hard and fast for about five minutes. Beth had another orgasm just as the stranger deposited his cum deep in her pussy. The stranger thanked both Paul and Beth for the enjoyable fuck and then asked which guy was her husband. Paul said that I was the skinny guy sitting at the table by the corner of the dance floor. Paul then helped Beth clean up and stuck toilet paper up her pussy to keep the cum from leaking down her legs. Beth wrote in her diary that Paul gave her a long deep kiss and thanked her for a most enjoyable weekend. She was a little bit nervous about rejoining me at our table because she had been gone for over half an hour, but I guess I was enjoying my beer to much to notice.
This happened thirty-two years ago, but it still really upset me. Maybe I shouldn't have read the diary. I am not going to say, or do anything. However, I am going to thumb through some of the other volumes. If I find anything interesting I will let you know.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
Poster:
Daryl