Chapter 1

My name is Jacob Edward Stone. Outwardly, I was a boring guy. A good provider. A middle-class husband. I went to work each day every day like millions of other guys. Paid my taxes. No muss--no fuss--no complaints.

The inside of my head is a different story—this diary is about the secret side of me.

My marriage I suppose was a normal one. Mostly peaceful. Occasionally my wife went off in a rage that made life hell for a couple of weeks but after a while she would get over it and all would be well.

My Katie is a good catholic woman. A prude. Extremely modest. Black Irish with pretty blue eyes, a full ass and perky titties and a raven-haired cunt with a protruding clit that was perfect for sucking.

As I said, she is prude but has an active libido that she desperately tries to keep suppressed by a toxic blend of shame and catholic guilt.

For example, she loves having her pussy licked but thinks it’s a mortal sin. As for me, I love doing it. Love the taste of her cunt. Love how she quivers when my tongue traces from her clit to her asshole. One of my kinks is dirty talk and I love teasing her with filthy sex words that drive the both of us wild. The process of slowly degrading her into a wild fuck slut is sublime. And fucking her after eating her while she enthusiastically licks and sucks the taste of her own cunt off my mouth and tongue is sublime. The memory makes my cock harden even as I pen this.

Best of all for me are the rare times when she gets so far out of control that she cocks her ass up, uses two hands to spread her cheeks and begs me to fuck her other hole. Then I make that oh so perfect Irish catholic girl grunt and squeal like a pig as she takes my greased cock up her ass.

The fucking was wild when “dirty slut Katie” comes out.

But those times were few and far between.

Luckily for me she has her kinks.

A huge one came to light last summer, we were water skiing at Palmer Lake with my friend Tom and his son. Katie was awkwardly struggling to get into the boat after her turn. Her poorly fitting swimsuit pulled to one side and she ended up showing her pussy (did I mention she has a delicious black haired cunt?) in all its glory to our Tom and his teenaged son Jimmy. They both were mesmerized by the sight. When she noticed them looking, she blushed and quickly covered herself. As soon as the boat landed, she escaped back to our motel room.

I correctly assumed she was humiliated by the experience. What I was to find out that the bitch had a secret exhibitionist side.

Later that night, we lay in bed. I teased her:

“Holy cow, Katie, you really showed your pussy today.”

“Oh please don’t say that.” She begged. I’m so embarrassed.”

“I’m pretty sure they liked it. It was hot. I know you saw little Jimmy trying to hide his hard-on. Probably the first mature cunt he’s ever seen. Tom was hot too. He’s probably fucking Janet’s pussy wishing he could dip his cock into your cunt.”

She was squirming. “Please stop talking so nasty. You know I hate that word. The whole day was sinful. I’m going to have to tell Father that at confession.”

“You’re going to confess you showed your juicy pussy. I wonder if that will make the priest’s cock hard? He’ll be touching his cock in the confessional.”

By now, incredibly I could smell her pussy’s excited musk wafting up from under the covers.

Holy shit.

“Stop it Jacob. Stop taking about it.”

“Hmmm, Katie, I can smell you. You liked it. You liked showing them your pussy. Giving them a show.”