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The life of a married woman with a husband only can be very boring, unless there are lovers in her life, it’s so exciting to cheat on your husband again and again, why don’t you read and get the idea how it all happens?

MONDAY:… At night my husband remembered about his marital obligations. It was funny how he placed me awkwardly in a doggy style position and spent five minutes fighting down his erection. I, being an obedient wife, was standing in a doggy fashion letting him have me all the way waiting for the unearthly pleasure. I should say that he finally came and it meant that I could forget about sex with him for about a month.

I woke up feeling as if I was the unhappiest woman in the world, I felt like poisoning myself, drowning myself or at least buying myself a new coat. All I could do was to cook fried eggs for him, he ate them and kissed me on the cheek with his oily lips.

While commuting in a tram I could feel someone stroking my thigh, I am sure if I closed my eyes that young man would feel up all of my body. Oh, God, why do men try to feel you up in public transport? Why didn’t he just say “let’s meet tonight or something like this”. If translated that would mean “Let’s meet and see if we like each other and may be we will become lovers”… Thinking about this I felt his hand getting close to my pussy, I immediately looked at him strictly as if I was his teacher and he got off at the next stop…

At work I was stopped by Mr. Robertson, he is 15 years older than me but it doesn’t prevent him from feeling all my body up and kissing me, I am trying to resist although I love it…

During the lunch break I received a bonus for my work, I took it, spent the money and forgot about it. At night I visited my friend, Jessica she told me about one more lover of hers, I am really a fan of Jessica as she manages to cheat on her husband once a week and look ten years younger than she really is. Once she got drunk and let two absolute strangers fuck her, now she regrets it and calls herself a fool and I am a real fool because I envy her.

My husband was wearing underpants with a silly elephant’s pattern. If I kill him someday, I am sure the jury and the court will surely be on my side.

TUESDAY. Yesterday I met one more young man in the subway while commuting to work. His hands were in his pockets so he didn’t feel me up in the cramped car but his voice turned out to be nice. Martin suggested meeting somewhere tonight which meant “I am going to fuck you today”. I agreed and we arranged to meet at the cinema which meant “Of course you’re gonna fuck me”. He came for a date without flowers like all married men do, though we had a pleasant, two-hour walk in the street. He was too shy that I was the first to kiss him.

SATURDAY. Martin rented the apartment and for the first time I came for a secret date. I saw a bottle of champagne, candies and candles on the table. “This isn’t going to take long”, I thought, blew the candles, and approached him. Then I unzipped his fly and took out his shaft. It’s so nice to see a man when he is as astounded as he has never been…

SATURDAY: I was really scared to go back home from my lover. It was my first time I cheated on him and I had to play the role of a loyal wife who lingered over at her female friend. On my way home it seemed to me that all the men were staring at me as if they knew that I’d just cheated on my husband. I felt as if I was naked. May be my husband is going to “smell” the infidelity? Oh, he’s gonna kill me.

My husband sure missed me, when I came in he rushed torward to help me take off my coat. I got scared thinking that he was going to see that something was wrong. I looked at myself in the mirror, well, a bit messy but look decent. I wanted to take on my short, home robe but noticed just in time that I had bruises on my buttocks left by my lover’s passion. Why do men hold women so tight during sex? These bruises now! I won’t get rid of them! “I am lost, I said to myself, oh, my husband is going to kill me now and I will shout, and only in the morning will the police discover my dead body”…

I stepped out of the bathroom and turned off the light in the hall. I sat between my husband’s legs and tried to unbutton his worn out trousers. I still managed to take his dick out and saw the second man, astounded today.

Trying hard I brought my husband to erection and made him put me on the kitchen table.

Hold me by my buttocks, I want you, I moaned, feeling his fingers touched and fondle the bruises left by my lover. That moment I thought “my husband’s dick is 5 inches, my lover’s one is 9 inches, but they are both fools…”

I didn’t miss a single detail from my date with a lover. My husband had to try me out on the window sill. I was shouting and moaning, exciting my husband so he was working no worse than my lover. He was leaving love bites on my body and my breasts, then we had sex on the carpet and I understood that this was great, my husband is still very good.

We had sex in different positions, on the flank side, on my back, doggy fashion and others. The neighbors sure heard out moans and are going to complain about it. But I don’t care. At the end I made my husband put the jam on me and lick it off my body just like my lover did, it was like an erotic movie.

Honey I am not going to take a shower now if can lick my body clean, I said to him. Look what you’ve done to me! And I showed him the bruises left by my lover.

SUNDAY: I was making love with my husband all night.

MONDAY: Had sex with my husband two times.

TUESDAY… My husband is the best beast…

WEDNESDAY:.. My lover called. Why did I agree to meet him?..

MONDAY… I was called a slut on the phone. I closed my eyes with pleasure and breathed with relief. That will be something to tell my grandson about.

TUESDAY… I called my lover and arranged the next date with him. He was really surprised when I asked him to buy brandy instead of champagne and take some old clothes with him. I said he needed the old clothes as he was going to hunt the tiger.

WEDNESDAY… We met. I made him put on his old jeans and a shirt and I put on my short skirt and stockings. After drinking brandy we played “maniacs” he was trying to catch and rape me. I should have warned him before that he shouldn’t strangle and beat me so hard. We were playing our roles so well that I was fighting like a real tiger.

First, my “rapist” tried to be delicate, but two scratches left on his neck made him furious. He tore my blouse into small pieces, he tore my stockings also and left a number of bruises, I had no time to count them. I bit him hard too. The game lasted for an hour and a half. He got worn out and I myself raped him and bit him hard on his nose.

I walked home proudly. At home I told my husband that I was charged by a rapist but I managed to fight him away.

THURSDAY… I told my girlfriend about my adventures, she was as envious as she could be.

FRIDAY… At work we celebrated the birthday of our new colleague. Helen was wearing a wild, summer dress with a big slit on her back. The man from the neighboring department poured me more and more and then pressed me against the wall. He wanted me right there but I broke free and told him that I was going to tell his wife all about it. He was begging not to tell his wife and I really had fun acting as an innocent girl in the hands of a lusty womanizer.

SATURDAY… I was a good wife and washed a pile of dirty clothes. At night my lover called me and we arranged the next meeting. He asked me to wear the old clothes and warned that he was going to turn up with a dog. I dreamed of two men fucking me at night.

MONDAY… I was as angry as I could be at my lover. He called me on Saturday, my husband was in and he was discussing the date with me. I couldn’t even argue with him as my husband was near. He thought that I was talking with my friend.

TUESDAY… I opened our “date apartment” and started waiting. My lover was twenty minutes late, he turned up with a big dog accompanying him. He explained everything to me, it turned out that his wife suspected something so he said that he was taking his dog for a walk.

We laughed and thought that it was time to get down to business. During sex I looked at the dog sitting and waiting for his master, our eyes met. The dog was shocked. Probably he had never seen his master having such a wild sex with his wife. He was staring at us with his eyes wide open. I winked at him and showed him my tongue. I was trying hard to surprise the dog so our sex was as wild as it could be. The dog really liked out sex.

WEDNESDAY… My lover called at my work and told that his dog was going mad, he behaved strange at home, charging his wife from time to time.

THURSDAY… I agreed to meet with one more man the next day, I met him in the street. He drove me home by car and it’s been six months already since he is courting me. I finally agreed after he offered me to have sex with him. He promised to turn on the porn movie and to repeat everything with me.

It turned me on a lot so I was looking forward to this date.

FRIDAY… I came for the date we were short of time, so he turned on the porn movie right away. I was sitting all wet, not knowing what he was going to do with me. May be this? And may be that? First two minutes of the movie showed a crazy millionaire who gave 100 dollars to a hooker and she allowed him to kiss the inner part of her shoe. I would not pay attention to this but that time it made me laugh hysterically. In a minute the man in the porn movie gave the hooker another 100 dollars and started licking the heel of her shoe. For ten minutes of the movie that man gave her 800 dollars and all his attention was focused on her shoe. I couldn’t watch this shit anymore so I turned off the player and demanded 800 hundred dollars saying that I was going to leave my two shoes for my new lover. I walked away from him, naked. Fortunately it was summer.

He brought me my old shoes and some new expensive shoes but I didn’t let him fuck me as I laugh as soon as I remember that movie.

SATURDAY.. I had wine with my girlfriend and when we got drunk I begged her to seduce and sleep with my husband. Under no circumstances should he find out that it was me who initiated this. I don’t know why, but I just wanted him to cheat on me. I gave my girlfriend three days for preparation.

THURSDAY… My girlfriend did what I asked her to do and seduced my husband. No sooner had my hubby got home than she called me and we discussed the details of his infidelity. Though I was the one to ask her about it I felt bad.

I was longing to see guilt and embarrassment in my husband’s eyes! But he came home tired and happy, he had 102 excuses for being late from work, we had a nice dinner together sharing the news with each other. I was trying hard to hint and to catch my husband lying but it was all useless. I didn’t even see a slightest feeling of embarrassment, he was like an innocent angel for me.
I didn’t understand other women. They were all saying that all men cheat on their wives, but their husband is special. He doesn’t need it, his wife is enough for him. They will never believe that their husband could cheat on them because they think that he loves them only.

We are all so naïve and HAPPY FOOLS. This is our strength! I was looking at my husband, realizing that he was such a decent man. Well, he just couldn’t control himself and fucked my best friend on her sofa, well but he still is the best and most loyal to me. I seduced him that night but he did the double job. After sex I fell asleep thinking that I was going to turn his life into a living hell. Good night, darling…

FRIDAY… In the morning I told my husband about a dream that I had, I told him that I saw him naked with another woman but I couldn’t make out her face. Then I told him about several details of his sex with my best friend. He got pale and lost his appetite at once.

In the afternoon I called my girlfriend and we had much fun laughing at my joke. She told me about most peculiar details of their sex game that it made me really envious. Well, on second thought, it’s better to know that your husband is fucking your best friend, you want her the best, rather than realize that your husband is fucking someone you don’t know.

SATURDAY… In the morning when I woke up I told my husband about the next “true dream” of mine I even scared him when I told him that I had partially seen the face of his lover but didn’t have time to make out who she was. I went on to tell him that I saw my husband fucking her in a room with a blue sofa. My husband surely got scared as he remembered the blue sofa very well. From that moment my husband believed that I was sort of a fortune teller and had extra sense abilities.

Since that day I was torturing him with my “dreams” for several months telling him a detail of his sex with my girlfriend. I became the happiest fool of all the fools. Now I know that all men cheat on their husbands, but my husband is sure not going to cheat on me anymore as he believes that I will see it in my dream…

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One Response to “Revelations of a married woman. Part 4, Diary”

1. Memyself Says:
   January 15th, 2008 at 10:05 pm

   Please where are chapters 1 & 2

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