Ana's Diary Entry — July 3rd
For what seemed like the tenth time, I pulled the invitation out and stared at it, contemplating my next step as anger burned within my entire body.
"Mrs. Leo Miller ... You are cordially invited to celebrate the Birth of America on July 4, 2024, beginning at noon." Just say you want to get me alone so you can fuck me, or you'll tell my husband that I've been fucking the janitor. Go ahead, you blackmailing asshole!
Should I go or take the chance that Sir is bluffing? I'm not a fearful person. Hell, I'm not an angry person, but I was certainly angry now. This situation was consuming my emotions in a unique way, for me at least.
It seemed so easy just weeks ago to have a little clandestine affair with someone Leo would never suspect. All I had to do was sneak downstairs to paradise, get the power dicking that I needed and slip back upstairs. And no one finds out.
Yet now, it seems like it's all blowing up in my face. A third person, or would that be a fourth, has fucked me. To make matters worse, Papo has no issue with me fucking even more men.
We're all sluts in his eyes. Just things that fuck and get fucked. All that exists in his world is lust and greed and want. No remorse or guilt. Just fucking, fucking and more fucking. So why does that sound so appealing to me?
I don't want to hurt Leo, but I am concerned that I'm going to. How do I go back to just making love to my husband? There are so many men out there with the kind of dicks I need — real men who know how to satisfy a slut like me.
And I'm not sure I can live without it. I wonder how many people give up sexual satisfaction for peace at home. I also wonder how many people end a relationship with someone they love because they aren't getting the sexual satisfaction they need. It feels selfish, but I get it now.
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Sitting on the sofa in his living room, Leo Miller put his phone down. He and Ana were waiting for the delivery to arrive from the Chinese restaurant they often ordered from. She was busy on her laptop, and he watched her.
She was so beautiful. Her eyes were flashing as she answered a work email with a flurry. Her elegant fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed. Her lips were pursed, and she looked so determined.
What if she wasn't answering an email, and instead, communicating with one of her lovers. Leo had read her latest entry and knew about the holiday party she had been invited to by that stranger she called Sir?
She indicated that Leo knew the man, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of anyone who matched the description she gave or who also knew Sergei. She clearly was wary of the man, but would she go to his party anyway?
"Honey," he said, looking at his beautiful wife. Her head popped up, and she looked at him inquiringly. "The guys want to play golf tomorrow. I know it's a holiday, but do you mind if I play, and then we'll go catch some fireworks together?"
"Sure baby, whatever you want to do. I might go hang out with some friends, too." She went back to work on her computer.
Whyever did he do that? Why did he just clear the deck, so his wife could run off and fuck the man? He shook his head, not understanding his own actions.
Honestly? Why did he do it? Time for rationalization. Well, for one thing, he could test if this new behavior was about a love affair with Sergei or just Ana becoming a full-on slut. Maybe he could also find out the identity of the new man.
A strange idea was niggling at his brain. What if, deep down, he wanted her to fuck the new guy? What if he was becoming addicted to the excitement of this ... whatever it was? Or the humiliation of it.
It was just so fucking hot to read her stories. He could not remember a time that he read one of them and didn't cum. His cock was sore most of the time from being beaten to death.
Shit! What if he was coming to accept all this? Stage 5. This was crazy.
Ana's Diary Entry — July 4th
If I had any confusion over what kind of party this would be, all I had to do was look down in the corner of the invitation and see the dress code.
Casual summer wear for men and swimwear for women.
Why not say "come and show your tits and ass for the holiday?" It would have been more honest, at least. I would be eye candy for the male attendees. That information should have disgusted me and kept me away, but of course, it did the opposite.
In my new life, I wanted to show off the body I was so proud of. I liked men looking at me, especially those who should not ever get close to me.
Before I gave that asshole a piece of my furious mind, I wanted Sir and his degenerate friends to drool over me. I wanted them to want me.
I had an image in my head of boners popping up like dominoes as I undulated like Marilyn Monroe past a line of horny men. It made me laugh out loud in the Target checkout line. At the time, I was buying a tiny new U.S. flag string bikini.
When the moment for the confrontation had come and I walked up to Sir's house in one of the best parts of town, I was impressed by the rows of beautiful elaborate homes. This one was a stone structure out of the Gilded Age. Big and imposing. Like his dick, I thought.
I was fashionably late and happy to make a grand entrance wearing my new bikini covered by the flimsiest USA flag wrap I could find. My hair and makeup were perfect. A young man dressed in black answered the door, invited me in and escorted me to the back of the house.
The room was filled with people as was the backyard which I could see through huge windows. At first, I noticed the women, who were all rather young, shapely and beautiful. Hookers, strippers, young stupid blackmailed wives? I knew none of them.
The first person I did recognize, shocked me. Papo was in conversation with a stunning Indian woman. It was the first time I had not seen him in his dirty coveralls or just naked. He saw me, lifted a glass to me and smiled. I walked directly to him not giving a shit about the dagger look I was getting from his companion.
"I didn't know you would be here," I said sweetly. "You didn't tell me."
"You didn't ask."
"I told you I was invited. You could have at least told me, so we could be here together," I said, throwing back a dagger at the woman who I was beginning to understand was Mrs. Basketball.
"But you're not here for me," he said, putting his arm around the young woman and pulling her to his side. "I have a date."
"Ah!" So it was exactly as I feared it would be. And then 'my date' materialized at my back. I felt his clammy hand slip around my waist, and he whispered in my ear.
"You look lovely, my dear."
I turned my head, gave him a fulminating glance and delivered the speech I'd been planning for days. "I'm not your dear, and I don't appreciate your threats and your blackmail."
"I don't understand you," he said defensively, so I pulled the invitation out of my purse and slapped it on his chest. I could see Papo and Mrs. B moving out of range of this confrontation.
"Mrs. Leo Miller? You were threatening to tell my husband if I didn't come here today. Right?"
"No! Of course not, my dear."
"I'm not some slut you can just threaten, Sir. I won't just roll over and let you have your way. Get that through your fat head. I don't respond well to bullies."
"You misunderstand, my dear, and you're making a scene," he said in a syrupy voice. "Why don't we step away, and we can clear this up." He pointed to a nearby side room off this main living area.
I had no desire to go anywhere with this blackmailer, but he was much stronger and pushed me into the open doorway. Once inside and the door closed, I realized that I was alone with him in a bedroom. Fuck!
"Now, my dear, you were saying ..." He spoke softly with a smile that said he believed he could easily seduce me. After all, I was just an easy piece of ass who he'd already had once. No wonder he was so confident.
I straightened my back and lifted my chin.
"I won't fuck you!"
"Oh, I think it's too early to make that declaration. The day is so very young."
"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on Earth. You think because you're rich, and maybe powerful, you can do what you want. I don't think so."
Those were my last words on the subject, and I headed for the door. I was going home. Fuck him!
"I'll be on my best behavior, sweetheart," he said smugly. "But of course, if you want me to fuck you again, I'm more than willing. I know you've been thinking about it."
This comment made me stop and whirl around, my long blonde hair whipping dramatically behind me. I have known men like Sir all my life. Just because I'm pretty and have big tits, they think I'm fair game. Fucking Neanderthals.
With my jaw locked in unparalleled anger, I jabbed a perfectly manicured finger into the old man's chest. "You! Do NOT call me sweetheart, got it?" I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. "And let's get something straight — nothing will EVER happen between us again. Not even in your wildest dreams."
"Sure, baby. Whatever you say." He took a step forward, and I took a step back evasively in response, rolling my eyes so hard I almost had a view of the back of my skull.
