Dear Diary 87

Dear diary, what a week it sure has been, and I mean that in a good way, even a great way. The kids were at my best friend's house for the past couple days, and my husband at his friends house helping him take care of some things while he recovers from a broken leg.

With the house to myself, I thought that would give me time to get some stuff done without any distractions. Well, I did get a lot done, but I had one hell of a distraction. I'm even arguing with myself as I write this, whether or not I should even write it down. It would be a disaster if someone else got their hands on this and read it. The hell with that I guess, I have to get this off my chest. As I set here replaying the last 24 hours in my head I can't even believe it happened myself, and I was there. It all started when I called a relative of my husband's to come and help me with getting in some wood for our wood furnace. Now mind you, that's not a huge deal by itself. Jeff, a distant cousin of my husband's is here off and on quite often, so it's not anything out of the ordinary. The thing that was unusual was that my husband wasn't here, like he always is when Jeff is around. That's probably for good reason because I've always had a crush on Jeff, of course, I would never say that to anyone. I guess that's why I never went out of my way to ask him to help me with anything while no one was here. I knew how it would have ended. I still don't know why I did it this time, I guess lust, or passion, or something got the better of me, because before I knew it I'd sent the text. Not even a minute later his reply "I'm on my way." That's when my heart started racing. I argued with myself right up until he stepped onto the porch. What do I do? Should I even have texted him? Should I let this happen and see where it goes? I can call or text him again and say never mind or something. But it was too late. I heard his boots step onto my porch and knock on the door. No turning back now, I thought as I reach for the doorknob. Opening up the door I'm met with him dressed in a flannel button up shirt with a similar jacket, jeans, and work boots. I quickly ask him to come in and get warm as I brush some of the snow off him. It's really coming down out there isn't it, I said trying to make small talk after the hellos were done. It sure is, he said as he was walking over toward the stove warming up his hands. We make some small talk over a cup of coffee standing by the warmth of the stove. Man, it really is coming down out there isn't it, he says looking out the window. Maybe I should go get started on that wood for you, he said putting his jacket back on. Yeah, do you remember where we keep it at. I think so, he replied, as we walk out the door.

Making our way out to the wood pile, him following me, I get up the courage to abruptly stop in front of him and bend over. He bumped into me and grabbed my hips as if we were in the doggy style position. Oops, sorry I thought that was a shovel buried in the snow. I didn't want either one of us to trip over it. That's okay, he said his hands still on my hips as I stood up.

Rounding the corner of the shed a large pile of snow comes into view. That's the wood pile, I said pointing at the large mound of snow. I thank all the snow from The Sheds roof fell and covered it. Yeah probably, he said grabbing a shovel starting to dig out the firewood.

We made some more small talk while digging out the firewood pile for what seemed like a half hour maybe longer. Okay, I think I'm pretty much got it, he said throwing the last bit of snow to the side. He looked at me, do you have a wheelbarrow? Looking over at him putting down my shovel, if I do I don't know where it is.

A naughty thought runs through my head. Before I have a chance to talk myself out of it I look at him and say, I think there is one over by the old parts car I might need help getting it out though. Not a problem, he says taking off his gloves. If you don't mind, I got to take a leek first, he said kind of shy. Now that's not a problem at all I got to go too, I say laughing a bit.

There's no need going back to the house just for that, I say to him as we walk over toward the old car at the rear of the property. No, he said looking around finding trees and brush cover the borders of the yard, nothing around but woods, I say going to the side of the car. He has his back toward me no more than a few feet away. I hear him unzip and only Imagine what he's got in his hand on the other side. I pull down my pants, not really hiding myself at all, knowing full well that when he turns around he's going to get a look.

I finish, staying in that position as to give him a look at my bare butt. I hear his zipper again as I hear him turn and ask where did you? Sorry, where did you say that will borrow was. A smile came across my face knowing he turned around seeing me in that position. I turned around pulling up my pants, but taking my time though, hoping he was still looking. Right back here, i point not far from where I was at the rear of the car.

He came around to the back of the car getting the wheelbarrow out at the snow. Sorry about that, he said. About what, I asked. Turning around before you was done, he said brushing off the snow. Oh, no big deal, I said working up the courage to say something flirty. Good looking guy like you have probably seen your share of bear women's butts before, laughing I turn to him and say. A few, he said laughing.

As he pushed the wheelbarrow back to the wood pile I get the nerve to say something else to him. Truth be told, I was hoping you'd give me a better look, I said laughing still walking toward the firewood. Oh yeah, he said, maybe one day he added with a smile. Only he didn't know it yet, but that one day would be coming, hopefully sooner than he thought.

Getting back to the firewood we started loading it into the wheelbarrow. He's up a past his knees in snow. As one load gets taken to the porch we go back after another. I asked him, would it be easier if I stayed here and put it into the house while you brought another couple loads? Yeah he said, I think that'll work better. Sounds good to me, I said wow taking firewood from the porch into the house. Already thinking about my next move.

After the last load was taken from the porch into the house I told him just to leave that load where it was and come in and get warm and some coffee before he left. Okay, he replied coming into the house immediately going to the stove to warm up. I brought him a hot cup of coffee looking down at his jeans and some of his shirt I noticed how wet it is. Your soaked, I said sounding surprised. You must be freezing I asked him. Yeah it's a little chilly he said. I take a few minutes to search for the courage to say what I've been wanting to all evening.

I wrestle with the words to say what I'm feeling and thinking, somehow I find the courage to say, I can try and dry them for you, if you want. I asked him looking down at my coffee mug. He laughs and says, that's what I'm trying to do standing here by the stove. No, I mean if you want to hang them up for a while they might dry better, I say nervously. I would put them in the dryer, but the powers off. I can tell he's thinking about it.

I look at him and say, it wouldn't be such a big deal you just sitting here in your underwear would it? I mean, I can get you a blanket or something. That's just it, my boxers are wet from all that snow too, he said looking at me laughing. Oh, I say looking at him surprised but with a flirty smile. That could be a problem, i added.

I was still thinking of ways I could talk him into taking them off. I run a few more ideas past him, saying I could give him some privacy with a blanket, or I could go into another room while he warms up and dries his clothes. To my surprise he says, we're both adults here. And I've already seen your bare ass today, you've already joked about wanting to see mine, no one's here, do you want me to take them off? He looked at me seriously. Without hesitation, I told him I'd always wondered what he look like and that I'd had a crush on him for a while.

As he sat down on the couch taking off his boots placing them by the stove, I told him I was alone here for the rest of the night into tomorrow evening. I looked at him and told him I won't lie, I hoped this would happen and I wouldn't stop him if we got carried away, he agreed. He stood back up unfastening his belt as I sat across from him on another couch. Do you want me to turn around? Are you sure you don't want me to go into another room and give you some privacy? I asked him seriously. No he replied if you want to stay, then stay he said, unzipping his jeans. My heart pounded. I can't believe this was really happening, I thought, as he pulled off his jeans revealing his flannel boxers. I smiled looking at him and said, I always thought you were a boxers guy. Yep, he quickly replied, pulling them off and laying them with the rest of his clothes to dry.

There he was, my my, I said staring at his completely naked body looking at him from head to toe. I tried taking in everything but my eyes kept wondering down.

Smiling Jeff says do you see something you like as his huge cock stood up staring at me. Uh huh I said while I kept looking. Your turn he says huh my turn? Yes you seen mine let me see yours. I bite my lip and giggle ok and took everything off.

Then I walk in front of him do you like?;Oh yes I do I haven't had a woman in months and you are beautiful but. Before he could the rest of what he was going to say out I was on my knees with his cock in mouth and was sucking like a baby sucking a bottle.

Wow he says that's amazing but what about Mike I mean your his wife and I'm a relative what if he would find out. That may not end to well. I sucked harder playing with his balls sucking as hard and deep as I could. Then I stop and get bend over in front of him with a smirk I said Mike who?

He stares at my pussy and I say is that your gonna do is stare and he jumps up and mounts me like a dog and starts riding and I start trembling and moaning and instantly I'm ready to explode it feels so good I've never been fucked so good ever not even by my own husband or when I was fucked by his dad and brother

You fucked Mike's Dad and Brother? Wow does he know no and it's gonna stay that way but dam they was both good not sure but Austin could be Alan's dad. That makes him start sucking harder you are a real ho ain't you that really turns me on I yell I'm gonna cum oh my God yes I'm gonna cum. He pulls out and throws me across the coffee table and starts fucking me harder and deeper than I ever been fucked before I start moaning and bucking toward him and I flood his cock with cum I am shaking so hard I have never had an orgasm like this in my life. He starts to moan and buck and before I could say stop he busted his nuts inside me and then started riding again and harder this time within a few minutes he nutted inside me again when he pulls out there is so cum dripping from my pussy it looked like a river broke. Dam baby I never had a woman like you before. I was overjoyed from being with him but so scared because he came inside me what am I gonna if I get pregnant Jeff you should have pulled out Alan is 8 and Carry is 6 and the twins are 5 I haven't been pregnant in 5 yrs Mikie will know something is up. Jeff says you will be fine don't worry about it. Do you mind if I stay here tonight it's snowing pretty bad out there. I smile and say only if you will fuck me again when we go to bed my please he says and gets off me and heads for the shower. We fucked about 3 more times last and he left this morning I hope no one saw him leave and that I don't end up with his baby Mike's dad being Alan's dad is a big enough secret for me to keep. Well I hear Amy bringing the kids home so I'll close this diary entry for now lets hope he comes back again soon.