His Mothers Diary
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Dear Diary
It's been a few weeks since I wrote anything in you but I had to tell you that I did something horrible. I still can't say why I did it. It was so bad; it's the worse thing I have ever done in my life.
It started a couple of months ago, well maybe a year ago but that would have been the very beginning. I started spending more time at work with Tony. I have mentioned him before in my entries. I think I said I was overjoyed when he said he wanted to spend time with me outside of work. I liked spending time with him. He is handsome and he liked me. God, I should have taken that as a warning, not rejoiced about it. Anyway; he gave me a flower, a very good back massage, and some of my favorite candy. I felt so good that he knew what my favorite candy is; Harry probably has forgotten. When we first got married, he knew all kinds of things about me. But now he can't even remember my birthday. When I mentioned that he forgot, he gave me the impression that he didn't think it was important anymore, or that his work was more important. I hate to think what will happen when our next anniversary gets here.
Back to Tony, he was always complimenting me-telling me how pretty I look, how well a certain dress fit in with my colors. I started dressing for him. He smiled when I wore that slinky outfit three weeks ago; I think that was my last entry as short as it was. I hadn't had a guy smile like that for me for over a year.
Maybe we were having an emotional affair, even though until Friday night, I wouldn't have said so. I never lied to Harry about it, not counting last Friday; I never snuck off to see Tony or anything like that. Harry just didn't seem to notice or care that I was spending more time with another man than I should have been.
But Friday night was the worst, God; I still can't believe I actually did it. As soon as I got home I cried for an hour. This was one time I'm glad Harry was at work on a Sunday night.
First thing I did wrong was to lie to Harry about where I was going. I told him I had to go out of town for a work sponsored get away. There really was one this weekend so if by chance he asked somebody about it they would tell him there was one. Only a few people go to them so most people he might talk to about it wouldn't know if I went or not.
What gets me now is that I didn't feel guilty when I packed my suitcase, putting in a couple sexy nightgowns. Nor did I feel guilty when Tony drove up to the house as I said bye to my husband. After all, Harry hasn't been taking care of my sexual needs lately and a woman needs something at times.
We drove to a nice spa hotel that had just opened about three hours from town. He checked us in, which wasn't so bad since a lot of unmarried couples go to hotels these days. We went to our room and changed then went out to dinner. The hotel has a very nice restaurant with a sea motif. That includes videos of sea life playing on the walls, as well as a number of different shaped aquariums. I wouldn't mind going there with Harry some time except that my memories of what I did there would ruin my feelings for the place.
We went back to our room and relaxed with a glass of wine, and then we danced to one of my favorite songs. We kissed before the song was over. It didn't even hit me then. We hadn't kissed before, not even when he suggested that we go out of town to this new hotel he had heard of. Of course I had hinted that I could use a break from my husband for a weekend. (I did need one but not one like that).
The short kiss led to longer ones then to passionate open mouth tonsil swapping kisses. I couldn't believe how I wanted his mouth. And from the way he returned my kisses he felt the same way. That turned me on even more. Soon I was out of my top. I don't remember how it happened but I do recall reaching behind me to unsnap my bra. He stared at my breasts with lust and admiration. I knew it wasn't just lust, he really liked me and I could tell he really thought my breasts were special. That's something else Harry used to do but doesn't anymore-tell me how special, how neat, how courageous by breasts were.
He started licking my breasts and sucking on my nipples. That felt so wonderful and he was able to keep it up while we danced. That is something Harry has never done. Of course it might take practice and a certain type of coordination.
I don't know how long we danced but he would switch from kissing me, licking my neck, sucking on my nipples and looking at me with love and lust; something like love anyway. I loved that attention and his licking felt so gooood. I wanted more of it.
He managed to lift the back of my skirt up and slip his hand inside. I could have said something--like stop- because I knew where his hands were going to end up as soon as I felt him lifting my skirt. But I didn't even think about him stopping or how wrong it was. So it was no surprise when his hand slipped under my panties and down my butt cheeks. I was wearing a pair of French cut panties and I'm glad it wasn't my thong. I bought one to show off to Harry but never got around to it since we haven't been romantic lately. I took it with me but made sure I never wore it.
Finally, Tony got both hands down there kneading my butt. That felt good too and that was all I was thinking about at that moment. He pulled me close to him and humped me twice. He groaned the second time and I smiled a dirty smile.
After a while I did something that filled me with shame today. We danced near a chair and I sat down and reached for his waist. After pulling him closer I unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. I looked it over, as I had already pressed my hand against his bulge and knew he was super hard. I even rubbed him until he moaned. After looking him over, as much of him as I could see I ... I licked him then took him into my mouth to suck on him. I smiled when he moaned out the pleasure I was giving him.
After a few moments he stood me up and we slowly danced arm in arm to where the bed was. He laid me down and stood back. He started slowly taking off his clothes. I levered myself up on my arms eagerly watching him, anticipating seeing his naked body for the first time.
God, why didn't I think about Harry? Why didn't my conscience act up??? I knew that was wrong. It didn't even enter my mind the whole time though WHY???
We ended up doing almost everything two people can do together. We had sex ... no we fucked three times. It was good, I think I would feel better if it hadn't been so good but it was. It was like he made love to me except love didn't have much to do with what we did. You might say like an infatuation did but not love. He knew how to pleasure a woman and he did. I haven't had sex like that in ages ... I don't know how long but it's been way too long.
It wasn't until we were almost done that suddenly my conscience woke up. Even while I was on my hands and knees with him thrusting sending both of us to a climax, his third all inside of me and my fifth or seventh, I started feeling bad. I don't know why it acted up at that point. Maybe because I was feeling satisfied, much of my horniness had been taken care of.
As I came hard, I screamed out this time not in pleasure but in frustration and guilt. I had wanted to stop the climax but I was too close and couldn't. He came about a minute later, screaming his pleasure. The first two times, I was filled with satisfaction that I had made him sound like that; this time I was filled with disgust.
We relaxed and settled down next to each other. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to react. I didn't want to cuddle and I don't think I would have even if I was still feeling good about what I had done. So I just laid there. After saying something along the lines of Ôthat was good that he needed it too and that he hadn't had sex for months and nothing like that for years, ' he went to sleep. I felt like crying. I couldn't understand why I let myself do that with him nor why all of a sudden it bothered me.
I finally feel asleep. The next morning I woke up and quickly got dressed before he could do anything. We went to breakfast where I said since we were at a spa hotel I wanted to try out the stuff they had. I was surprised but he agreed saying that we were there on vacation after all, even it was only for two nights. All day long I came up with things to do so I wouldn't be alone with him in the room. Some of it was good. The massage was wonderful and I almost forgot I wasn't there with Harry.
Just before dinner we went swimming. They have two pools, one was right next to the restaurant and was supposed look like a lagoon with rock waterfalls and sand. I don't think it looked that much like a real lagoon though.
After we were done, I decided to take a shower to wash off the chlorine. I should have realized he would join me. I was rinsing off my hair with my face in the water when I heard the door open and someone step in. I know I startled, and for a second I wondered who it was but he said, That's a nice sight. I always loved your backside through your skirts.
He started caressing my butt and I jumped again when I felt his touch.
He said, Oops I didn't mean to startle you but I couldn't help but touch you there.
With those words, I'm glad he didn't try to do anal the night before. He licked my butt and played with my anus but he never tried to stick a finger or anything else in. I know I would have said no, even with how much I enjoyed everything the night before.
I realized also that I should have told him that I was done and that I wanted to go home but it would seem like I was a hypocrite, telling him I didn't want him to touch me after all we did ... after all I did the night before. Or a tease maybe because after I got what I wanted I didn't want him anymore, the room was paid for after all and he wouldn't be able to get his money back. He would be justifiably angry after I had promised him a whole weekend.
He slipped down to his knees and started licking my butt. That felt good.
He said, You're so beautiful. Your butt is just as wonderful as I thought it would be and your boobs are great, I loved sucking on them last night.
I thought, ÔOh god I hope he hadn't left a hickey.'
He licked more until I climaxed then he stood. I turned around and slipped down to my knees. I knew what he wanted and I gave it to him. Part of me still wanted to. After the way he had treated me, I wanted to return the favor. I don't mean just the climax, but the compliments and how he acted around me. Part of me felt sick but I also wanted to feel his hardness and to feel him climax. I was sucking and licking him, however, I refused to let him cum in my mouth. I suspected that if I had thought of it the night before I probably would have.
When he was close, I stood and while jerking him I said, I'm sorry I'm a little sore from last night.
Between groans he looked at me with concern and said, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough. I got carried away. It has been so long for me.
I don't know why I said that but I had thought about using that as an excuse for no more sex. I touched his face and said, You weren't. It's just that it's been so long since I've done anything like that. Which was the truth even though I wasn't really sore.
He said he understood and a minute later, he screamed one of those man cries as he begun to shoot all over the inside of the shower. I was surprised by how much he shot.
I couldn't believe how torn I was. Half of me was disgusted but the other half felt good that I had made him make that noise.
After we dried off, we dressed and went to dinner. Afterwards, we watched TV and I changed to the least sexy outfit I had for bed.
The next morning, we had breakfast and we went back to the room where we had one more sex, or in this case fuck, session. Maybe I wanted it because I couldn't come up with an excuse that didn't sound weird or made up. But I was able to I tell him this time I didn't want him to cum inside me, that we should have been more careful about Friday night.
He said, It's probably too late but Ok, there are other places to cum.
We did a lot, even though I tried to hold back as much as possible. He ended up between my breasts fucking them. Harry had done that twice over the years but not for this long. Tony sounded like he was about to cum and I realized he wanted to cum all over my face, Harry hadn't done that and I wasn't going to let Tony do it.
I said, No!
He looked at me funny and I said more calmly, I don't like it on my face.
Oh, Ok.
A few seconds later he pulled out from between my breasts but didn't get up. I heard him moaning and opened my eyes which I had closed because I didn't want to see him cum. He was jerking himself off and was aimed at my breasts. Before I could say anything, he started shooting. Harry had done that during our honeymoon and sometimes during the first year of our marriage but stopped. Even though I didn't like it or disliked it I kinda missed him doing it.
When he was done, Tony looked at me with lust and said, You're so sexy, so beautiful, so wonderful. God, your boobs are a delight, especially right now, they turn me on so much
That did feel good because it's been months, maybe years since Harry said that to me.
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Beep, Beep, Beep, Fuck, I forgot to turn that dam alarm clock off again, it’s Saturday morning. But before I could get out of my bed, Darcy came into my room wearing her white robe, and she shut it off. “Dam-it Marcy, it’s Saturday,” she said as she came over to me and sat down on my bed. She then leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I open my mouth and her tongue went into my mouth. I could tell she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet, her breath smelled terrible, but I’m sure mine was just as...
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InterracialDorothy and Maude spend the week with Donald and Emma. Twice more, the four women do play together. Once in the afternoon when Donald and Emma are both out, and one night when the two older women slip out in the night, as arranged, to spend the night with Karen and Julie. The morning after that night together, all are a bit groggy at breakfast.Donald and Emma want Dorothy and Maude to stay through New Year’s, but the women say no, they want to enjoy being on the train heading home on New Year’s...
Love StoriesDear diary Sept 12 Saturday, OMG diary this is the first time I have made an entry that really feels like it means something. Today, well tonight actually mom drank almost half a bottle of wine and got really drunk. She started crying and apologizing to me but I couldn't get her to tell me why she was sorry at first. Finally she said it was because she was such a geek, and that she knows that she raised me to be such a geek too. I think that its because she's really lonely, all...
This is a different story format, is historically correct, uses real Western lanquage. and grammer. Hope you enjoy reading it. I always heard stories about how her f****y was one of the first families to settle Durango Colorado. Well my Grandma Putnam finally passed and my mother wanted me to go through all the old f****y papers and heirlooms. I started rummaging through a trunk and found an old leather binder entitled “Madam Patricia Putnam, Business Diary 1875 – 1895”. It must have been...
I’m Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving f****y. I have a younger s****r that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my s****r’s diary. I wasn’t just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my s****r was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
I’m Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving f****y. I have a younger s****r that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my s****r’s diary. I wasn’t just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my s****r was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
January 1st 2017Dear Diary,Well, I did it again. New Year’s resolution nailed within half an hour of the clock striking twelve. And why not, eh? Why set targets that take all year when you can get immediate results?It’s Saskia’s fault. This year, last year and the year before. All her. She’s a bad influence. She arranged things in advance this time - practically sold tickets. Brazen slut! She’s terrible but you’ve got to love her. You should have seen what she was wearing last night. Absolutely...
Oral SexWe were having coffee after dinner when she excused herself, with a wink, to visit the restroom. For no particular reason, I glanced at her open purse lying on the table and noticed the small pink book that said “Diary” on the cover. I sheepishly pulled it out and fanned the pages to browse its contents. My heart nearly stopped beating when I read the latest entry: "Dear Diary, I’m going out with him again this week and it is so bitter sweet. Such a sweet, generous man, but one who is very...
FetishThis is a different story format, is historically correct, uses real Western lanquage. and grammer. Hope you enjoy reading it. I always heard stories about how her family was one of the first families to settle Durango Colorado. Well my Grandma Putnam finally passed and my mother wanted me to go through all the old family papers and heirlooms. I started rummaging through a trunk and found an old leather binder entitled “Madam Patricia Putnam, Business Diary 1875 – 1895”. It must have been...
I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
The following are excerpts from a adult baby diary found a few years back at a garage sale. I have no idea if it truely happened. Saturday: College is no different than the rest of my life. Because of my size, I 'm forgotten, looked over, lonely. It might be better to be a dwarf, at least they don't look like a kid, but me, I'm just little. People mistake me for an eight year old and I have to buy all my clothes in the kids department. I've always been a basketball fan,...
LILY'S DIARY June 15 I've just started work for my new employers, Mr Trent, Bill, and Ms Williams, Alison, but of course I have to just call them Sir and Madam. She's told me to write this occasional diary and assured me that I won't be punished whatever I write, although of course I would be if I spoke the same words. She's told me that it would amuse her to read about my reactions to my new life of work here but I don't understand why. I arrived last night but was excused...
Please read the writer’s guidelines before adding chapters. A diary gets released onto the internet as everyone finds about the deepest, darkest, most private secrets that were once locked away in a diary. Perhaps they’re an egotistical jock who will finally be taken down a peg, or maybe they’re a pop star being controlled by her label, finally able to free herself and be free. Whoever it is, I wouldn’t envy them, and yet... maybe I would? This is clearly a new thing I’m trying. It’s similar to...
I don't know what to say about Barbie... Malibu Barbie, to be precise. I hadn't seen her in all those years. Memories rushed in that I'd pushed back into the recesses of my mind. Time was, I'd use it as my primo dildo. Not the head, mind you, my hole isn't that big! The feet, always feet first. Yes, both of them. Once started, I'd poke my fingers inside me and move the legs from side to side. I realized I'd absentmindedly spread my legs apart and discovered I was cupping my...
Bad things happen when you cheat. Dear Diary. March 18th 1985: Dear diary, well it finally happened. Two weeks after our anniversary and I cheated on my husband. Funny, Roy talked to me about having kids again just yesterday. I am glad I took the pill today. Branden came a lot…. I don’t know what Roy would think of his child-hood friend now that he just had amazing sex with his own wife for hours today…. But he did and his wife loved it…… March 19th 1985: Roy...
Cheating WifeWhat can happen when you cheat. Dear Diary. March 18th 1985: Dear diary, well it finally happened. Two weeks after our anniversary and I cheated on my husband. Funny, Roy talked to me about having kids again just yesterday. I am glad I took the pill today. Branden came a lot…. I don’t know what Roy would think of his child-hood friend now that he just had amazing sex with his own wife for hours today…. But he did and his wife loved it…… March 19th 1985: Roy...
Cheating WifeIf you found this diary, please do know that everything written in here is true. Whatever happened or written in here, no matter what I said or what I wrote, please know that I love you. I always love you and always do. I want to share this with you, but I can’t bring myself to tell you this in person. Thus, the diary. Forgive me, honey. And I love you. Always. Winter, Your loving wife. 12th August 2015 Dear husband, Today is our wedding day. I was so excited about it. Everything...