Dear Diary

Hey Diary!

It’s been a little while since my last entry. I guess you should expect that, since I haven’t had much time. I guess that last time; it was the first time with Chris. Since then, Chris kept calling me. Every day, when he left his wife at his house, he would call, asking me to meet him somewhere.

Mostly, we would fuck at my place; he would spend so much time pleasuring me. But soon, I couldn’t help my guilt. He let it slip that his wife have asked him if he was cheating, that she sensed that something wasn’t right. Women have intuitions. I stopped and thought – what if this was my husband?

I can’t help it, I’m not the cheating type…and yet here I am. Swear – this will be the last time. Chris called to see me for the last time. For a month now, I have been letting him know I have to end this, that he has to stop thinking about me.

He came over – with a tape. He popped it in, and it was of him and his wife, on their honeymoon. I was appalled at first, but since then, he told me, that it’s been the same. He was always open and honest with me, that he hasn’t fucked his wife in over 5 months. I could see why.

The tape didn’t show any sex scenes, although I was sure it would. Guess his wife is a total conservative in bed, as well as out of bed. He confessed that he was looking for a girl to fuck the night at the bar when we had met, but he truly felt a good connection with me.

I kissed him, hard. Leaning into him on the couch, I felt his wood. He was always hard when he was with me. I smiled, sad that this will be the last time. I straddled him, kissing passionately. His hands roamed my body, taking off items of my clothes, throwing them off randomly. Grabbing my ass, he lifted and carried me over to the bed.

He tossed me, lust raging from his eyes. He tore off his suit and jumped on me, covering my body in his.

Taking my hands in his, he guided my hands all over himself, ending at his cock. I fondled him, playing with his balls, my fingers massaging his every sensitive area. Grunting, he stared into my eyes, his hands on my cheeks. He almost said he loved me. I couldn’t let it happen. I moved, gliding over him, onto him. I let my legs on either side of his hips and lifting myself up, I slowly sank over his erection. I left the tip inside me and swirled, making him frustrated. He slapped my ass, and I smiled, giving him the permission to watch as his dick slowly disappeared into my tight cunt.

I was controlled, and his balls were flat against my skin. I rotated my hips and he loved that. I then began to rock back and forth, rubbing myself on him. I put my hands on back of me, leaning away so that he could get more access to the vision of his dick and my pussy.

He licked his hand and brought it against my mound. Deliberately, he massaged me, his thumb playing and teasing my clit. I humped my hips; drawing grunts and groans he couldn’t keep inside himself. I cried out in pleasure as his dick rammed me in my sensitive spots as well as his hand on my cunt. I was doing it slow to make it last, but unwilling to let me control, he got up and rose on top of me.

Bringing my legs up to his arms, he brought my knees closer. He pushed in hard and deep, pushing me into my mattress. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. I was in pleasure and the silent wet slaps of our sexual intercourse filled the air.

I didn’t want it to end, but I came as his cum filled me. He kept banging hard into me, both of us out of breath and hot, crying out in pleasure and moaning. He slowed as his dick softened; bring me up towards him, kissing me.

Lying next to me, he wrapped his arms around me, his hands caressing my body. His tongue licked my ear and neck; he was so good at making me feel so aroused. Yet, I knew I couldn’t continue. I kissed him as we settled, and I said my goodbye. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. I’m never good at staying away from men who wants me that bad.