Last month I found my husbandâs diary. I know that those things seem a little old fashion in todayâs e-mail and internet society, but that is one of the things that Iâve always loved about Andy. He is an old fashion guy. At least thatâs what I thought until I read his diary. Then I realized how depraved he was, even more shocking, how depraved he wanted me to be.
I knew that I was invading his privacy when I opened the cover, but we had been married for almost two years when I found it. I thought that I knew my Andyâs every dream and desire. I couldnât have been any farther from reality. Andyâs diary was basically a chronology of our sex life, yet with a very distinctive twist. Not only did it list the dates of each of our sexual experiences, and the experiences themselves, Andy also included how he felt about each. Andy listed exactly which of our positions he liked the most, how he loved it when I sucked his cock, or that he really enjoyed it when we had sex with the risk of being discovered. However, that was only he beginning.
Andy went on to add times when he felt like having sex and what triggered his appetite. Yet, what shocked me the most was how he often mentioned that he would like to see me have sex with other men. Often there was simply a date listed with a location, his note would say that he noticed a certain man noticing me and he would have like to see me have sex with that man. He would include in his notes how he would picture the scene. He would say, âI wish Jenny would have just gone over to the blond guy at the other table and given him a blowjob. We both knew he was staring at her legs.â
I was shocked. My Andrew was a sexual fiend and I didnât even know it. For the next three days I read his diary over and over trying to memorize every line. I was incredibly horny each of those evenings and jumped right on top of Andy the minute he came home each night. Then, on the fourth day since my discovery, Andy had a new entry in his journal. He wrote of how good the sex had been over the past couple of days, again listing each day with each position. His next entry said how much he loved my ass and wished that I would show it off for him more. That afternoon I ran out to the stores and purchased an outfit for our next time together. I knew that I just couldnât spring it on him the next day, I didnât want him to know that I had found his diary. It was Friday, and I decided to wait until Monday to surprise him.
When Monday finally arrived, I was a nervous mess all day. Finally, after noon, I decided that it was time to get ready. I went and took a long hot bath. I shaved my legs and trimmed my pussy so that it made a small little âVâ shape (Andy had said that he thought that was sexy in one of his other entries). Next, I put on a pair of thigh high nylons, the kind with a seam that goes up the back, with a matching garter belt. I wore a loose fitting blouse, but the main piece was a new skirt. I had purchased a black vinyl miniskirt, which was not only too small for my 5â2â, 34-23-34 frame, but also included zippers up each side.
When Andy arrived home that evening he went crazy. I told him that I noticed another girl wearing them in the mall and thought that they were sexy. Andy whole heartily agreed. Yet, I wasnât quite done. I next turned on the radio and did a few gyrating moves around our living room floor. After I felt that Andy was as turned on as I had been all day, I turned my back to him and dropped to my knees. Next, while bending forward at the hips, I slowly pulled each of the zippers up so that my skirt was now only two pieces of material attached at my waist. I reached back and lifted the back so that it was over my ass as I turned my face so that I could see the look on Andyâs. He sat with a huge bulge in his pants and his eyes transfixed on my bare ass staring at him. After a moment pause, I told him that I wanted him to take me, right there and right now. I didnât have to ask twice. We never even stopped to eat dinner. That evening we had the best sex that we had had in a long time, maybe even ever.
I knew that I had found the secret to a life of happiness. Not only did I get to have incredible sex, I got to do it knowing that each time I was fulfilling the deepest desires of my husband. That was even more of a turn on. Our experiences soon escalated from me giving Andy head in a movie theater to Andy fucking me in the ass as I stood naked in our garage. The garage may not seem like much, but I did it on an evening when Andy was out working in his wood shop. I went out only dressed in my bathrobe with nothing on underneath.
I walked up to Andy and handed him a large tube of K-Y jelly simply telling him that I had a burning desire for him to fuck my ass. I then drooped my robe to the floor and bent over the hood of the car. It didnât take Andy any more encouragement. He quickly switched out the lights, and leaving the garage door open rammed his cock up my back door. Although I had a hard time walking back into the house, I went to sleep that night with the satisfaction that I had fulfilled another of Andyâs fantasies. I had given myself to Andy outside, and let him take me anally. You see, I always get very vocal when Andy fucks me that way.