All Chapters of The Wet Diãry : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Wednesdays were always hard at work because it was the day new stock arrived. Everything had to be counted, received and put away. We could barely get it done in 8 hours. I was always beat when I came home so the wife took this as her shopping day so I could get a nap. Our routine was we would talk a little, I'd play with our dog then I'd lay on the floor and take a nap with the dog curled up with me. The wife would be gone shopping for an hour or two then would come back with supper for us.I had this pillow that I liked sleeping on the floor with because it fit under my neck just right. It was one of those round long pillows that look like half of a hot dog, just bigger around. It was kind of old and worn but it was the one I always used when laying on the floor or couch.My dog recently took a liking to it in a different way. I had noticed it smelling a little strange at times but the wife washed it often enough that it smelled good more than strange. I found out why it smelled str

First of all, let me tell you that I love blow jobs. From the time I was 14 when I first came in the mouth of a neighbor girl, I was obsessed with them. She swallowed it and told me she loved it. She swallowed it many times that summer. All my girlfriends since them gave them to me. Some liked it as much as I did, and some hated it. The ones that didn't like it didn't last long. I wouldn't compromise on that. Any girlfriend of mine was going to enjoy sucking the cum out of my body if she wanted to date me. My last girlfriend broke up with me because, even though she loved swallowing my cum, she wanted me to tongue her ass while she did it. I couldn't do that more than once and she left me.Blow jobs and glory holes go hand in hand, so it's no surprise that I would become interested in them. I had read and fantasized about glory holes for years. I spilled many gallons of cum while reading about people being sucked off by anonymous mouths on the other side of a hole in the wall. I was t

To which the teacher replied, "I would only give extra credit to someone not failing out already. Would it honestly help your poor performance, inadequate test scores, and minimal attendance records. Why do you think you deserve shit but a big red F on your report card....I should stamp it on your forehead and do the other teachers a favor," she more than chuckled at her wittiness.I, however was not chuckling at the moment. At this very moment I was launching a radiant orb of energy from somewhere within my brain, and darting it in her direction. She had no idea what was about to be happening, but I sure knew she was more than rude to me, and for no reason. The orb penetrated her skull and widened itself into a paper thin sheet that started wrapping itself tightly around her brain. I imagined the duller expression that crossed her visage, was due to the fact that she was losing her free will and hadn't realized it yet."STOP grading!" were the two first words that came out of my mout

Thirty-minutes I did call her back, my phone on speaker, naked apart from my wide open silk blouse, teasing my clit with a fingertip, my favourite vibrator at hand. Asking Sarah to explain to me again what her plans were for the Friday night.Wanting to make it obvious to Sarah I was masturbating for her and the thought of her watching her man tongue fucking me.“You sound preoccupied. Are you masturbating for me Lorna?”“Yes I am Sarah.”“Oh wow, tell me about it.”“I am fantasizing about your man Roger having me, tongue fucking me while you watch. While you lick, suck and kiss my nipples while you watch.”On the Friday just as Sarah had told me, I made a point of dressing to impress for her and Roger. When I arrived Roger opened the door to greet me wearing one of his business shirts, all of the buttons undone to flaunt his impressive though flaccid cock for me with Sarah standing behind him wearing an identical shirt with all the buttons undone.Both of them tongue kissing me by wa

One Friday evening, my husband Tony, and I found ourselves surprisingly alone for the whole weekend. I immediately decided to call a friend and get some ice. Our usual go to was busy with something and asked if he could give his friend my number to call, his friend would hook me up. I agreed and within a couple minutes my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize. I answered. "Hey, I'm Trevor... Josh have me your number and Todd me to hit you up." Came a smooth male voice. "Yeah, this is me. Thanks for calling." I respond, butterflies starting to flutter in my stomach. Ice for some reason makes you feel freaky and I look forward to the kinky freaky sex my husband and I have when we do it. "Huh" I say into the phone, I had drifted into the fantasies I anticipated for tonight and didn't hear what the man on the phone had said. "How much?" He repeated. I looked at my husband as he walked into the bedroom where I had been taking, I have him a sly smoke and bit my lip as I listened on th