All Chapters of The Wet Diãry : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I'm a married man. I've been married to Kimberly for 12 years now, who is 33 years old. It's been a good marriage, all in all. As, of course most marriages go, we have our problems and strengths. I've always thought of myself as a fairly normal guy. I'm 37, 6 feet tall, in fairly good shape. I love sports, fast cars and enjoy a 25 year old female in a mini skirt.Well so much for the resume. Last week I came home at my usual time from work and found Kimberly (Kim) busily getting dinner. She had gotten off from work a little early and thought she'd fix something a little special for us that evening. I noticed a bottle of Merlot opened on the counter and a couple of glassfuls missing from it. I thought, "Ah yes, this is going to be a fun evening."I snuck up behind Kim, who was at the sink, and nuzzled my face into her neck. I could tell she'd had a couple of glasses, because instead of being startled, she purred a little, "Mmmmm, Hello Tiger." She turned to me and t

"Well, I've got to hear this," She said as she climbed off of George and moved toward me. She ripped the tape from my mouth. "Are you enjoying your wife being ravaged by another man?" as she caressed the shaft of my engorged cock."I....Don't know.....I mean...Fuck...its hot...You seem to really be enjoying his big dick. I mean really enjoying it. I've never seen you gush before during sex. Is it that good for you?"She was silent for a moment.....then..."Well, yes.....He...He's so...big...and aggressive. To be perfectly honest with you Brian, I've never felt that with you. I love you, your gentleness, the way you care for my needs. Its just that...well...you aren't usually the aggressive one in bed."There it was, the truth. She was right, I was not aggressive that way. I was used to her being the instigator of our sex sessions, and now here she was, forced to be someone's fuck toy. She was enjoying the primitive instinct of the woman submitting to the ma

I said this is going to be the last time i'm going to update my diary. But I still come back crawling because I can't keep this off from you. Okay, you know my dad right? I was tired of waiting for my Dad to show up every night. Maybe I was just tired of him ordering me around all the time; I needed to get out of the house with him so I didn’t have to deal anymore. Being in college should have awarded me some freedoms like most normal girls at age 19. My Mom said it was just Dad being dad. I had chores that I still had to help them do around the farm, which was okay I guess because after all I did live there, eat there and they gave me gas money. I heard a car pull up it was Eric my boyfriend of 3 years. I walked out to the car; he was climbing out in his tight Levi’s. I leaned in and kissed him squarely on the mouth, something I sure couldn’t do when Dad was home. We walked hand in hand back to the barn to feed the animals, and then we had thought perhaps we would get some time

“Yep, hardcore, models in and out all day some dressed some not, and I’m certain as the assistant you will have to help with shots,” he said.“Ugggh, “ was all I could muster.“You’re very beautiful,” he said. “If I can be so bold.”“Thank you, Jack,” I said.I caught a whiff of his cologne it was a little musky smelling, and he smelled as good as he looked.“Tell you what Lynne, I’ll give you $1,000 if you take your shirt off and let me see your nice big tits,” he said.I was shocked, I had never been offered anything like this, my face burned crimson, yet my pussy was unmistakably throbbing and wet. I didn’t know what to say, I could use $1,000 bucks. What was I considering. Before I could give him an answer he pulled out his wallet and laid $2,000 on the ground in front of me. My mouth was watering, at the thought of a month’s pay just for showing this guy my tits. He was handsome, and I had fucked some ugly ass guys in my day so what was the difference. I stood up, and unbuttone

Finding yourself in strange situations is just part of life I think. I have found myself in no stranger of situations as the next guy except this one time...It was the end of the school year, 12th grade. I was a fresh 18 years old. Just a couple of weeks to go until graduation. All I was looking forward to was getting school over with just like everybody else in my class. I only had a couple classes that I really needed a pass and order to graduate one of them being last period's US history which was taught by Ms. P.Ms. P was a young teacher probably in her early 20's. She was just out of college and was filling in for our very old and very boring teacher, Mr. Yore. She had shoulder length sandy blonde hair, a very nice figure, and was always dressed to impress. She didn't only catch the attention of her colleagues but of every boy in the entire school that year.I sat next to a guy I knew named Jake. He was one of those football playing jock types. He didn't seem to be much of a ge