This story contains elements of non-consent/reluctance. If that is not your thing, then this is not a story for you. If it is your thing, please read and feel free to comment! Thanks for reading.
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January 4
Dear Diary,
What a day! This winter has been freezing cold, and today was no different. I started to get ready for work this morning only to get a call that the boiler at the office finally quit. No heat means no work, which didn't bother me. I really wasn't looking forward to going out in the frigid tundra of Buffalo anyway. Laura and the kids still had to go to school and work, though, so I helped her get them ready and out the door.
It's been a long time since I was in the house along, and for a whole day no less. Laura gave me the standard "honey-do" list, so I figured I'd get that done and then take a nap after lunch. So I did the dishes, picked up the toys, and threw in a load of laundry. The batch had some of our "intimates" (haha - as intimate as boxers get, for me), and I won't lie. I got a little sentimental thrill fingering the delicate lace of Laura's panties. We've been married a long time, and I'm sure all couples go through phases. I won't call it a "dry spell," but our sex life has sure slacked off. We still manage to get a good throw in twice a week, but the days of bjs and afternooners are long gone with the kids. And I haven't seen a thong on her since the early '00s. It's not her fault. God knows she's amazingly sexy - huge DD tits capped with those perfect,silver-dollar nipples, a tight toned ass, and the deepest brown eyes you've ever seen. I'm no slouch myself, but with the kids and the job comes a bit of a paunch and a ton of exhaustion. By the time the kids go down, we're both dead on our feet. So standing there with her panties in my hand and her scent still detectable in the crotch, I got pretty hard pretty quick.
I felt my growing cock through my pants and figured, what the hell, it's been a while since I had some privacy. Might as well stroke one out. I started the wash and headed upstairs. I stripped off my pants, grabbed a rag, and laid down in the bed with our Kindle.
What a blessing the internet is. I remember years ago having to sneak VHS tapes around or look at Playboy with the fake bottle blondes to get off. Now, one click and the world of depravity opens up. MILFs, GILFs, threesomes, foursomes, younger, older, black, white, brown, and everything in between. I opened a few videos with curvy older women seducing and fucking younger guys and stroked my cock until I came in the rag. A great way to spend the morning.
I cleaned up my dick and balls and then realized I needed to delete the history so Laura didn't find it. And that's when the morning really got strange. The browsing history was filled with visits to pages on a story site. But they weren't mine. They must have been Laura's. Curious, I clicked on one called "On the Job Training." The story started off innocently enough - a cute young employee and an attractive, older male supervisor jokingly flirting and ogling each other during shifts. Then it got, well, unexpected. The girl was working late cleaning up after all the customers left. The supervisor, who had been flirting all night, made his move, but she turned him down. She started to leave later and felt a hand on her shoulder. It was the scorned supervisor. He threw her onto a table, ripped her panties from under her skirt and forced his cock in her.
Eventually she started to enjoy it and even rode him, but still, it was a really intense scene. "Maybe Laura clicked it by accident," I thought, knowing she was sexy but fairly vanilla in the bedroom.
It was no anomaly, though. All the stories in the history were in the same genre, "NonConsent/Reluctance" and all were really wild. In another, a cheerleader was forced to suck off and fuck a basketball team - and the coach! - in a locker room. In another, a naïve, suburban girl trying to buy drugs in the ghetto is bent over the hood of a car and fucked by a young black guy while his friend holds her arms down. On top of this, there were at least 3 or 4 with the same storyline - a young woman at home alone, an attractive but frightening intruder, and a pussy accommodating an unwanted cock. In a few stories, the woman was spanked hard with a paddle or belt, or tied up. In another, a pair of cat burglars find a woman housesitting a vacation home and force her to take both of their huge cocks at once, one in the ass and one in her pussy.
I held the Kindle in shock. Laura? My wife? Reading and masturbating to these?? Fingering herself while thinking about being forced into double penetration? I'd never even thought of her fantasies before - and no way considered this to be one of them - but now, the images flooded my mind. I pictured her tied, and spanked, riding two guys, screaming in anger and in ecstasy. I couldn't help it; I got hard again quickly and jacked off to a huge orgasm.
I deleted the history, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, even as I watched my sweet, innocent wife eating dinner and putting the kids to bed. I didn't say anything, but I was up half the night, jacking off and thinking about what I'd found. I don't know what to do, but I've never been this turned on.
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January 7
Dear Diary,
Three days of thinking about what I read finally got to me. Since seeing it, I've jacked off like a teenager, cumming at least three times each day. In the shower, before bed, once even at work! I couldn't get the sight of Laura using her vibe while reading those stories out of my mind. So, finally, I asked her about them. We were laying in bed last night, having just finished a round of good but missionary-style perfunctory sex, and I mentioned finding them. She sort of laughed it off, but I pressed her. She told me that she'd discovered this fantasy last year after watching some late night movie and since then had cum really hard each time she imagined being taken by an over-powering man. I watched her as she described being held down, spanked, and manhandled while taking a hard, huge cock in her pussy or ass, and no shit, I could actually see the nipples on her bare tits get hard.
It was the hottest fucking thing I've ever been part of. And boy did she know it! I got an instant hardon listening to her, and as my cock poked her hip, she reached down and started to run her fingernail along the underside. She kept talking and tickling, so I leaned over and took her nipple in my mouth. I put my hand between her legs, and her pussy was sopping wet, wetter than it had been in a very long time. She climbed on top of me for a second fuck that night and rode me until I came.
I couldn't hide how hard I was as she talked, and I knew she was loving it, too, the nastiness of her fantasies playing in her head as she rode me. I swear to God, she actually came on my cock, too! That has never happened, even when we were dating. After I came, too, we both joked that her fantasy might have to become a regular thing.
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February 4
Dear Diary,
Laura and I have been exploring new realms lately, sharing sordid details of her fantasy every time we've had sex for weeks now. And it has been amazing! She gets so worked up hearing about my mental picture of her being forced by some powerfully built stranger or fucked by two huge cocks at once. We even tried spanking one night. The kids were in bed, so we went downstairs, and I let her have it. It was great seeing my red handprints on her white ass. But it was just playing. She started giggling, so I spanked her harder. Then she stood bolt upright, and yelled at me about it hurting and then we argued a bit before going upstairs to have regular old "married" sex. I don't know how to get this right.
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February 16
Dear Diary,
What a disaster. The kids are at my brother's place this weekend, so we thought of upping the ante. I booked a swank hotel downtown, we both dressed to the nines and decided to pretend we were strangers. Everything went to shit. I met her at a bar, pretended to be some dude named "Don" from out of town and bought her a drink. It was so hard pretending. We know so much about each other, and damn it's been so long since either of us flirted or dated a new person that we didn't even know what to do. Finally, we gave it up.
