March 18th, 1985: Dear Diary, well it finally happened. I cheated on my husband, and I did it only two weeks after our anniversary. It's funny that, just yesterday, Roy tried to convince me to have a kid, but I am sure glad I took the pill today, because Branden came a lot. I'm certain that Roy would be very angry at the thought of his childhood friend fucking me for hours today, but I don't care because the sex was amazing, and I loved it.
March 19th: Roy doesn't have a clue. I made love to him right after Branded fucked me. I have to say I enjoyed Branden more. He was far more physical than Roy, and it was so hot making love to Roy with Branden's cum still in me. It has been hours and I am still lost in the pleasure of it.
March 26th: Branden and I did it again today. He hasn't lost his touch. Holy cow, he was great. When Roy got home from work, I made love to him and came all over myself. I feel so dirty, so nasty. It was awesome. Roy hasn't got a clue and I feel so empowered. I am so glad I have you, Diary, at least I can tell you what I do. I am hoping this becomes a regular thing with all three of us.
April 4th: Branden has been coming over about three times a week. He fucked me in our bed today. It was the first time I let him in our room. I felt really bad doing it. I hated it, but he insisted. I have been telling Branden all the things I do with Roy after he gets done fucking me. It is sort of starting to be an inside joke with us. It makes me feel funny, and not in a good way, when he laughs about my husband. I don't think I am going to let him in my room anymore.
April 5th: It was so hot making love to Roy in the same spot on our bed after Branden fucked me just a few hours before. I could smell both my lover and my husband as Roy made love to me. I feel so powerful doing this, but I also feel dirty and cheap too.
April 15th: Well my resolve to not have sex with Branden in our bed failed miserably. This past week he visited four times and fucked me every time in our bed. Damn it. Damn it.
July 4th: Well, I give up. Branden and I have been having great sex two or three times a week. He fucks me where, how and when he wants. I can't say no to him. He tells me to drop to my knees and I do. He wants to fuck me like a dog, and I am on all fours. It doesn't matter what he asks, I do it. It's like I am totally under his control. After one of our sessions, he told me not to have sex with my husband that night. I told him to fuck off, but still followed his instructions. I felt awful.
July 14th: Branden came on my left ring finger, because he wanted to cover my wedding ring with his cum. I felt like I was slapping my husband. It wasn't my finest moment. I almost cried. Branden told me then that he would visit every day for the next two weeks, and I wasn't to have any sex with Roy. I agreed.
July 28th: Roy is miserable. I haven't let him touch me at all, and I feel awful about it. I am going to make love to my husband tonight until he screams. I hope it will make it up to him.
July 29th: Roy only lasted thirty seconds last night. He came so hard that he couldn't get it up again. I held him and told him it was ok, but something has changed in him. I can't put my finger on it, but something has changed.
July 31st: Branden is still coming over almost daily. We are still having great sex. He came in my mouth and told me not to brush my teeth until I kissed Roy. I just couldn't do it. It was the first time I have defied Branden's orders.
