Dear Diary,
"Hey Mag come in here I need to talk to you for a minute." David was sitting on the sofa drinking a cold beer in the living room. I was siting in my vanity chair brushing my hair in the mirror. I was a bit startled because he was home early. It was only 4:30pm. Once I entered the living room David greeted me with a smile and said "Come here" motioning his hands on the sofa for me to sit. I sat on the arm of the sofa and causally talked to him. There was something very different about him. I just couldn't point my finger on it. I asked him about how his day was going. He said he was preparing for a deal with a very important client. David is a sports agent, he neoigates deals all the time, and this is the reason he is often away on business.
I suddenly had flashbacks of when he told me about a client that he wanted to entertain at the house. He told me that he was worried that he would loose the deal with the client to another agent. I told him that it would be okay.
"In fact I started smoking again.." He told me while he pulled out a cigarette from from his back pocket.
"David. When did you start smoking again?" I asked.
"A couple of days ago...I just haven't been my self you know..." He said now lighting up the cigarette.
He asked me to get him another drink out of the refrigerator. I walked into the kichen and opened the refrigerator looking for another beer but could not find one. I called out to him, telling him that I could not find a beer.
"Its in there..." He replied back. I then resorted to pulling food out and moving things around but still had no luck
My husband had come up behind me while I was still looking for a beer. He grabbed my waist and I was startled at first. I asked him what he was doing. He started grabbing my breast and nibbling on my neck while I was still bent over.
"Looking at you from behind was such a beautiful sight" he said.
"How long were you watching?" I asked.
"Long enough to get aroused" he said with a devilish smirk
"David I am not in the mood today" I said pulling away.
"I want you bad its been so long since we fucked." He said.
"It's been since Christmas." I said
"That's too damn long. Remember I told you that I was going to make love to you more and be a better man?" He asked.
"Yes..." I said
"Well, now is the time to start." He said
I had the chance to turn completely around and smelled the beer and cigarettes on his breath. I was alittle taken back. This was something that was not familiar to me. David never drank that much. And he knows how much I hate smoking. The smell of cigarettes on his breath was so unattractive. I began to struggle with him, because emotionally, I felt disconnected from him.
"I love your pussy..." he said. grinding his body against mine.
The next few minutes David's hands were all over me. I thought to my myself. "All I have to do is start cheating and he's all over me now?" Before I knew it, David had me pinned on the kitchen table, kissing me on the neck and mouth. I could still taste the the menthol of the cigarettes in his mouth. He pierced his tongue into my mouth and started twirling it into my mouth. I was speechless and my body went limp. David was acting like someone I didn't even know. He ripped my gown off my body, exposing my now nude body, because I didn't have on any panties or bra under my gown.
I almost felt as though I was being raped by my own husband. But strangely enough, I was enjoying it because David had never literally "took it from me" like this. He whispered in my ear while biting on my neck "You know how much I love your pussy..." I continued to struggle with him, trying to get up, but he pushed me back down onto the table and pinned me down. Before I knew it, he had began fingering me with his two fingers. This felt so crazy. Maybe...I am crazy.
I tried to push him off again, but he was too strong. My face was pressed against his chest as he inserted his dick into my moist pussy. I just laid there limp on the table as I tried to imagine what did I do to deserve this. There was no passion, just fucking.
After he had finished, I began to cry, not because I did not want to have sex with David, but because I was confused.
January 11,
Dear Diary,
David had left to go to work early this morning. We didn't talk much after we had sex yesterday. He just went out to get another pack of cigarettes, and I went into the shower then went to bed. I don't know what to say or to feel. David is my husband, why was I resisting having sex with him, when for so long I longed for him to fuck me. Could it be because of my new found relationship with Todd? I just don't understand. I think David felt rejected last night.
January 13,
Dear Diary,
David and I still haven't been talking that much since the other day. He did however invite the client over for dinner. Mr Giovanni was a prospective client of David's He was in his 30s. He was about 5'10, olive skin, dark eyes, and a small beard and mustache. He was a little overweight. and a small amount of gray on the top of his head. With very nice sideburns.
Sarah was at Marie's house for a sleep over with Marie's daughter Nicole. I cooked a whole chicken with vegetables and all the fixings while David and Mr. Giovanni discussed business in the dining area. After everything was done, I started to fix drinks for David and Mr. Giovanni in the dining area.
I felt as though I was being watched with every move that I made. I didn't want to interrupt my husband's and Mr. Giovanni's meeting. But I did make the most of the attention given to me by Mr. Giovanni with his sudden stares at my breast and butt. It was very apparent of what he was looking at and I think David knew this. All of the food that I had prepared was laid out on the table. I was finishing up the frosting on the cake. Some of the frosting leaked onto my fingers. I decided to make the most of the attention and sudden stares by showing off. I licked the frosting from my fingers one by one, and made sudden movements with my mouth as if I was sucking a cock. My husband excused himself and went into the back room while I was left alone with Mr. Giovanni. He just sat there in amazement almost drooling. I did not know what I was getting myself into.
My husband emerged back from the bedroom and said that he had to run out to get some paperwork from the office for the deal. He asked that Mr. Giovanni stayed with me and wait. Mr. Giovanni happily agreed.
"You entertain Mr. Giovanni while I'm gone" David said.
I nodded then continued to finishing the frosting on the cake. As I finished frosting the cake, I noticed Mr. Giovanni was still staring at me. So I asked him if he wanted a lick of the frosting. Honestly, I thought he was going to take a lick with his own finger, but he immediately grabbed my index finger which still had some remains of frosting and began to suck on it furiously. I was actually rather turned on my this. I watched him sucking on my finger as his eyes sparked glazing into mine. And he began to rub his now growing bulge in his pants. I became embarrassed and I immediately turned around and finished the frosting. I dropped my knife on the floor, and on my way up Mr. Giovanni was standing directly behind me. His bulge in his pants had gotten even bigger. He grabbed my waist and I pulled away. I was so shocked that he would be so bold. David could come home any minute. I refused to turn around, but he continued to grind himself against my ass. By this time he had already pulled down his pants and was rubbing his cock up my skirt and in between my legs. And then rubbing my ass with his cock as he slide my panties to the side. I moaned, and I could feel his body getting hotter. I refused to move or even turn around because I didn't want to believe that this was real. I felt myself sweating between my legs. I was nervous that we would get caught. Before I knew it, he had completely ripped off my panties and had me bent over the table as he forcefully inserting his cock inside my wet pussy. He started pumping fast as if he was in a hurry. I told him to slow down because I wanted to enjoy the moment. I can't believe that I said that...but its true.
He slowed down and began to rhythmically thrust in and out. I met each thrust that he pounded into me. I could hear him breathing hard and he began to squeeze my ass, now curled over my body. I had my hands extended onto the table so I could hold myself up while he fucked me. I could hear the table throbbing with each thrust. He began to fuck me harder, as he called me some really nasty names like slut...whore...you love my dick...you cunt...as horrible as those words were I loved hearing him say them. I felt so naughty being fucked by my husband's client.
Insanity. This is the only thing I can describe the events that occurred. The strange thing is, I thought about how much this would hurt David, especailly if he was to walk in and see me fucking Mr. Giovanni. This was thrilling yet so cruel. And at that moment, I realized...as much as I love David. I also hate him.
My pussy was throbbing with the mere thought of what I was doing. But at that moment all I could think of was getting mine, because that is what David has done all these years cheating on me. Its my turn to get mine. Mr. Giovanni crouched over me more as he fucked me almost furiously. I was too far gone to stop him and I was about to come. Within a second after I came, so did he. He slid his fingers between my legs, as I was still turned with my back towards him. He tasted the cum from my pussy and then said "mmmmmm" Then he smeared the rest onto my lips.
Unable to think of what to do, I turned around and watched Mr. Giovanni's face suddenly crumple with sweat. The images of what had unfolded filled my thoughts, and I bit my lip. He started to turn away.
"Wait!" I said. He walked over to his brief case and opened it as he rummaged through his paperwork for a moment. He then pulled out the contract and told me to tell David that he got the contract. "Its all his..." He said with a smile.
Lucky for us. David was gone for almost an hour. I had a chance to clean up and take a shower and so did Mr. Giovanni.
I can’t help myself but I get so turned on thinking about this. Maybe I am just crazy.
