Dear Dirty Diary

Dear Dirty Diary,

About a month and a half had passed since my New Year's Day love fest. Like most women, I seem to have an immense capacity for storing up sexual rapture, brought on by a good, solid orgasm. Louise and I had only exchanged pleasantries and non-sexual chitchat since. Perhaps an underlying guilt on my part had also cooled my sexual desires somewhat. Doug had been surprisingly attentive and had driven me crazy with his continual advances all month. He had given me a bit of a break during my period, but it was over now and he knew it. As was my nature, I began to feel frisky immediately following my period and I was wondering what was in store for today, Valentine's Day.

Doug had indeed, been busy buying me special little gifts. He smiled impishly when he handed me a bouquet of my favorite red roses, a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a huge mushy card filled with passionate lines of adoration. He saved until last, a fancy gift bag that he blushingly gave to me. I curiously opened the bag and retrieved a silky, crimson red camisole and panty set. As I ran my hand across the delicate sensual texture of the outfit, I immediately understood his attraction to it.

When I asked if he thought I should model his outfit right then, he said, "Of course!"

I told him he had to check out his presents first. Inside his Valentine's bag, he found my provocative perfumed card and an equally silky pair of red and gold rayon boxer shorts.

"Well, I suppose you think I should model these right now." he mocked.

"Of course." I giggled.

I told Doug to give me a minute to get changed and freshened up as I walked into our bedroom.

He changed in the bathroom and while strutting to our room, called out, "No wonder you girls like to wear this silky underwear. It feels so good I think I'm getting a hard on!"

As Doug entered our room, he couldn't help but gawk at me, sitting tantalizingly on the bed, showing off my new outfit. As he approached the bed, I brazenly leaned back and spread my legs slightly to give him an enticing glimpse. In my faithful mirror doors, I saw that the simple, unadorned red camisole draped gracefully across my breasts and flowed down my stomach, ending just above my navel. A short glimpse of my velvety pink skin led to the waistband of my sleek crimson panties. To enhance my image, I sucked in my belly and thrust out my chest.

As he excitedly crawled into our bed, I lustfully eyed the growing bulge, stretching his wispy boxer shorts. I rolled onto my side, facing him, and then gave him my most seductive smile. I prefer lying on my side while kissing, because his looming presence over top of me often intimidates me. On our sides, we both are equals in love. I closed my eyes, and then hungrily sucked the tongue right out of his mouth, taking him completely by surprise. Doug tenderly ran his fingers through the hair behind my ear. I shivered with his touch and felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. We kissed long and hard, like the passionate lovers I knew we'd always be.

During a particularly soulful kiss, the thought of Louise's uniquely passionate kisses briefly crossed my mind. I still had not quite come to terms with that adventure, which still remained vivid in my mind. His roving hand quickly brought me back to the reality of the moment as he softly caressed my breasts with his fingertips. He ran slow, delicate patterns around each breast, starting near my armpit, then spiraling towards my nipple and ending by circling my aureole. Three spiral tickles on each breast quickly sent both teats poking up, as hard as acorns, through the sheer nylon of my camisole's bodice. Spying my enticing little morsels, Doug firmly clenched his teeth on the base of my left teat, while continuing to tickle and squeeze my right nipple. He soon made my clitoris tingle and I sensed my vagina moistening.

After a few minutes more of my favorite nipple tortures, he released his grip on my flattened throbbing nipple and traced his fingers across my new panties, down my pubes. I shivered with anticipation and spread my legs when I felt his fingers push against my pussy. Since I was nicely lubricated and obviously ready for fun, Doug firmly dug his fingers into the crotch of my stretchy Antron panties. As he wiggled his fingers to and fro, I felt them sink deeper into my hot, wet vulva. Seeking out the formidable bulge in his shorts, I teasingly ran my fingernails up and down my husband's surging penis. I slipped my warm fingers through his fly and fished out the tip of his penis. I wrapped my hand around his silk-cloaked shaft, squeezed with all my might then stroked his penis forcefully. This spurred him on and he pushed even harder, piercing through my vulva, into my slippery vagina.

"Sharesees!" I announced, moving my right hand down my abdomen to my pussy.

I dug two of my fingers into myself, on top of his and said I wanted to play too. Digging my fingers in even deeper, we wadded the crotch of my panties further into my vagina. Guiding his fingers constantly, I made him swish around inside my vagina just the way I liked best.

Doug ran his free hand down and pulled his entire penis through his fly. I quickly encircled his penis with my slim fingers. He then wrapped his strong fingers over mine and in turn, helped me stroke him up and down. After a few minutes of shared masturbation, I whispered that I needed him inside me. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. He crawled atop me and kneeled. He grasped his penis and swirled it against the large patch of pussy juice that darkened my panties. My vulva relaxed and I felt his penis coarsely poke the frothy crotch of my panties right into my vagina, mimicking what he'd seen me do with my vibrator on New Year's Day. Doug said I felt really restricted poking around like that, so he pulled out right away. He pulled my panties out of the way and entered me again.

He must have felt me a little tight and dry, so he pumped me from side to side on an angle, with each thrust. After a few seconds of this, my vulva had relaxed so much I could hardly feel him any more. He maneuvered himself into a pushup stance and continued his thrusts deep into my vagina. That, I did feel, especially when our pelvises bumped together, but that also signaled that his little man had filled me up as best it could. Doug stopped abruptly, saying that the chafing and the constant tension of my panties' leg band rubbing against his penis was starting to feel too good! My legs were tiring quickly from being elevated, so I gladly asked him if he wanted me to roll over.

Normally he would continue doggie-style intercourse with me, poking in his thumb as well, to give me the sensation of a much bigger penis. However, my husband suddenly blurted out, "I bought another surprise for you at the lingerie shop, a special condom I thought you might enjoy." Assuming it would be one of those silly French ticklers we used when we were dating, I grudgingly agreed. Doug sat on the edge of the bed and unwrapped it from its crinkly package. With his back to me, he rolled the condom on. "

Well, whip it out and let me see it!" I said impatiently. When he crawled back into bed, I immediately realized it was no ordinary condom. With a growing blush on my face, I said, "What in hell is this supposed to be, Moby Dick?"

He explained to me that it was sort of a "padded condom".

"Padded, I think it's a bit more than padded, Douglas!" I said.

"They called it a vibrator sleeve at the store." he explained.

I leaned over for a closer inspection of his newest sex gadget. The shaft was wrinkled and heavily veined, half again thicker and at least three inches longer than his normal hard on. At the end was a hugely bulbous and sinister-looking head. I squeezed the shaft and found it comfortably soft and smoothly textured. When I felt the heat of Doug's penis radiating through its latex skin, I decided this phenomenal erection somehow seemed a part of him. For that reason only, I chose to humor him. However, I didn't know about that head, looking so evil and repulsive.

I told Doug that of all the things he'd brought home, this one surely took the cake. Hopes dashed and looking like a sad little boy from my teasing, his super penis started to droop. Initially amused at his response to my taunting, I found myself, nonetheless, overwhelmed by the challenge this mighty member posed to my sexual capacity.

He instantly perked up when I said "If you expect to get that silly thing into me, we'd better make sure it's good and slippery."

I grabbed the KY jelly from my drawer and told him to lie on his back. I squirted a puddle of lubricant into my palm, and then painstakingly spread it all over his thick, extended penis. I crawled onto the bed, swung my leg over and straddled him.

Surprising him with my brashness, I said, "If I'm going to fuck that horse's cock, I might as well ride you like one too!"

Grasping the shaft of his penis, I wiggled it back and forth against my vulva. I lowered myself carefully at first, then pushed harder against it but it just wouldn't go in. I wiggled and pushed a little more, unsuccessfully, then announced I had an idea. I climbed off him and directed my husband to lie right on the edge of the bed. I told him I still wasn't horny enough but maybe I could sit down on it if I watched us in the mirror.

I reached for the tube of KY, spread lots of it over all four of my fingers, and then shoved them up my pussy. I squirted another blob on the ugly head of his penis, spread my legs and backed up onto his erection. My eyes looked up and I was simply appalled at the scene in my vanity's mirror. "

Wouldn't your children be impressed with this?" I thought briefly while staring at our reflections. Luckily, those inopportune pangs of motherhood gave in to lust immediately after I decided that love making, is ours to enjoy, whether natural or artificially enhanced. I stared at myself again and thought, "Just look at yourself, you pathetic slut, you are so bad!" I watched the ugly penis head split my vulva, and then found myself wondering about the man whose penis was used to cast the mould for this condom. No nice man would have that repulsive a penis. Easily, he could have been a rapist, a renegade outlaw biker or maybe even a Johnston. He could have been a devil worshipper or even the Devil himself for all I knew!

I watched the ugly penis head stretch open my poor little vulva then pop into my vagina. "This is so perverted." I whispered to myself as I sat down on Doug's lap, causing the huge penis to steadily disappear deeper into my vagina. When I felt the evil penis stretch the very depths of my vagina, I suddenly thought of how much it felt like Louise's little fist. Oh my God, I was thinking of my lesbian lover, while fucking my husband, who was sporting the Devil's dick! When Doug's Devil penis plowed into the end of my vagina, I felt so stuffed. I stared at my image in the mirror, hypnotized by the undeniable realization that the entire awesome member was inside of me. I had consumed the Devil's dick and had triumphed over Satan!!!

Doug brought me back to reality when he began to pump his hips up and down slowly. I moaned in delight as his padded penis completely ravaged my vagina. The sensations of being stretched and crammed full so completely were both exhilarating and trying. It slid well back and forth in me because of all the lubrication, but it was so big. There was no longer any question in my mind as to what Johnston might of felt like inside of me. My poor vulva was stretched so taut that each stroke dragged the hood of my labia tightly across my clit, driving me crazy. All of a sudden, I began to feel really weird inside, like I didn't know whether to pee or cum. I told Doug I didn't think we should do this anymore. When he asked what was wrong, I lifted up off his penis and my husband stared in wonder as a watery stream gushed from my pussy and dribbled down his hip onto the bed.

I asked him if he could feel much through his condom. Doug confessed that he could only feel my warmth through the thick spongy skin of the vibrator sleeve. I told him I felt delightfully dirty and evil when crammed full with that thing on him, but right then, I'd feel more at ease with just his bare penis and maybe that spiky little collar thing he kept in his drawer.

He removed the evil penis sheath and rummaged through his drawer, eventually producing the "vaginal exciter" I craved. It was just a little latex ring with about twenty soft little half-inch long spikes protruding from it. I watched anxiously as he stretched it over his penis and positioned it just beneath his corona. I crawled into bed and lay down flatly on my stomach. I kept my right leg straight and pulled up the other, provocatively inviting my prickly-penis husband to come enjoy me. Like a cat in heat, I tilted my head back and smiled wantonly at my tomcat.

He climbed onto me, placing his left knee between my legs and the other beyond my right out-stretched leg. With his left hand, he guided and pushed his stiff penis into my vulva. I felt him stroke scratchily in and out of me for a few minutes, then lean over and nibble my ear. I shivered in response so he immediately pulled out and squeezed my nipple delightfully hard. He returned stroking, this time burying his penis as deeply in me as he could, and then abruptly stopped. I watched lustfully over my shoulder, out of the corner of my eye, as he thoroughly wetted his left thumb in his mouth. I closed my eyes slowly when I saw his hand move down toward my pubes. I felt his slippery thumb push in along the underside of his buried penis into my waiting pussy. I moaned softly when I felt his thumb wiggle about and tease the underside of my clitoris. He began slow rhythmic pumping again, while continuing his thumb caresses, making my vagina slurp loudly.

When my husband simultaneously shoved his entire thumb and its knuckle deep into me as well as his penis, I felt stretched taut as a guitar string. I felt so wicked and depraved, hearing my pussy squawking so obscenely. With my fingertip, I feverishly rubbed my poor swollen clitoris, knowing that he would ejaculate shortly after slipping in his thumb. The spikes of Doug's collar tickled my vagina so excruciatingly; it caused creamy pussy sap to seep out with each of his strokes.

He worked his thumb all around his penis, inside my vulva for a while, producing absolutely luscious sensations. He briefly rested it inside my vulva as he stroked, then slowly but surely, increased outward pressure against the right-side muscles of my vulva, spreading me open so far I could feel cool air enter my gaping pussy. Suddenly, I heard him start to breath heavily, and then felt his hot semen spew into my vagina as his penis surged and his body shuddered.

Relieved after I felt him ejaculate, I closed my eyes, got really comfortable and hoped he'd do something to make me cum. Instead, I felt, what I'm sure were all four of his fingers, squeeze in to muck me. He pumped, rotated and wiggled his fingers all around inside my pussy. He pushed harder and harder, I guess to make sure I was completely dilated and filled to my heart's content. Frankly, I couldn't stretch any further and he was beginning to hurt. I tickled my clit feverously, but he just kept on pushing. Louise's tiny fist in me hurt just right, but his big hand was another thing altogether. To end the torture without alarming him, I quickly faked an orgasm.

Pleased with himself for satisfying me so quickly, he nodded off to sleep, but as I sat on the toilet my pussy felt violated. The challenge of the "Devil's dick" and the tickling of the collar had been fun and had felt pretty good, but all of those fingers were a bit too much for me. I douched and washed my poor little pussy and to my surprise, it immediately felt no worse for wear. I guess it wasn't damaged at all, just aching from being over-exercised. By the time I made my way back from the bathroom, Doug had drifted off to sleep. He drowsily opened his eyes, disturbed by my dressing. I suggested he just relax and told him, "I had things to see and people to do." then scurried off.

With him sleeping soundly, I tried to amuse myself. First, I tried playing some games on the computer, but my body was still all aglow and I just couldn't drag my mind away from my throbbing pussy long enough to enjoy my game. My left hand just kept creeping back to my lonely little pussy. I opened a paperback and began to read, but somehow reading about other people's passions just intensified mine. I browsed the local paper, finding solace only in the "Companions Wanted" columns by imagining the plight of all those poor lonely people. When I spotted the "Women seeking Women" section, I immediately thought of how delightful my experience with Louise had been.

I abruptly realized that I hadn't been much of a friend since our little fling. I thought of how crushed Louise must have felt. I didn't think I was shunning her because of guilt feelings. It was just that I had been so sexually exhausted by the affair, I simply hadn't thought about sex until today's romp. I guess I'm one of those women who can store up sexual ecstasy like a camel stores water in its hump. I thought I must do something about this right then, for I was so lucky to have not only one, but two passionate lovers at my age, when so many had none. I focused on Louise's parting words after our little tryst and remembered about Elvis' fetishes.

In the kitchen, I gathered up a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, some bananas, and put them on Louise's platter. Leaving my snack on the counter, I tiptoed into the bedroom and retrieved my beige nylons, a bra, panties and a pair of round red plastic earrings. From my closet, I pulled a white and black polka-dotted cotton shirtdress and white high heel pumps. Doug hardly stirred as I crept out of our room. I hung my robe on the bathroom door, and then tugged up my panties. I hooked the front clasp of my flirty little white nylon bra. Then, sitting on the toilet, pulled up and smoothed out the wrinkles from each nylon stocking. I put on a little eyeliner and brushed mascara on my lashes. I carefully applied bold red lipstick, doused myself in perfume and put on my red earrings. "No, no, Elvis would never approve." I thought, surveying myself in the mirror. High thigh cotton briefs were not even invented in the 1950's. Panties had to be nylon and much fuller fitting to be authentic.

Realizing I had to go to the mall for a Valentine's card and flowers anyway, I decided to buy new underwear for the occasion. I hurriedly slipped on my polka-dot dress and shoes, then whisked out the door with my goody platter. My trip to the store proved to be a hilarious experience. As I clomped through the mall, I became increasingly aware that a number of men stared lustfully at me as I wiggled along and their wives were giving me nasty looks. Suddenly, I felt just like Marilyn Monroe in the "Misfits"! At the department store, I bought flowers, a nice card, extra large white nylon spandex briefs for her and extra-extra large for me. A chocolate bunny at the till completed my presents for Louise. As soon as I got into my car, I pulled our panties out and carefully snipped out their cotton crotch inserts so they'd feel exactly like '50's underwear. I was back at the condo in a flash and found myself nervously knocking at Louise's door with my offerings and my heart on a platter.

Louise answered her door and immediately flashed me a radiant smile. I felt so relieved with her warm reception. Louise graciously accepted her Valentine's gifts, but seemed confused at the largeness of the underwear and the peculiar array of foodstuffs. I reminded her about Elvis' fetishes.