Diary of an Obsession
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A bored wife looks for excitement and her husband reads about it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Wife Watching Group Sex
Leo checked the time on his phone. It was 2 a.m., and Ana was sleeping innocently beside him. Despite the risk, he crept out of bed, sneaking slowly to her side of the room. Driven by extreme lust and curiosity, he stealthily slipped her diary off the nightstand and crept out to the half bath.
He took quick photo shots with his phone of each new page and then slipped back into the bedroom and left Ana’s diary where he’d found it. Fortunately, she was a sound sleeper.
Copying pages was his latest modus operandi, enabling Leo to store Ana’s words on his phone and read them again later. It also limited how much time he actually spent with the diary and reduced his chance of getting caught.
Safely back in the half bath, he began reading. He found the details of her threesome with Sergei and his friend amazing. His rock-hard cock ached for release, so he pulled it out and beat off while standing over the toilet. Fuck, but it was so hot.
Leo couldn’t believe that his sexy wife just let some ugly old stranger fuck her like that and cum all over her beautiful face, no questions asked. Who was this guy, and more importantly, was Sergei going to just share her with all of his friends? And would she let him?
Ana had taken two big cocks at once. Holy fuck, but that was so incredibly hot! God, how he wanted to see that. He sure wanted to see those photos that the stranger took of cum dripping down her smiling face.
He closed his eyes and tried to picture it. In his mind’s eye, Ana was half naked while riding a big cock on that nasty mattress, while a second cock roughly fucked her face, making her gag.
He tried to imagine what she looked like at this moment -- lost in her sexual arousal. Lost to all decency. Lost even to him. And then he blasted all over the toilet seat and the cover. Fuck.
As he cleaned up his mess, another important question filled Leo’s suddenly rational mind as he reread the entry. What’s all this about secret fantasies? He thought he knew everything about her, but she had never written about secret fantasies before. Unless...
There was one place they could be -- the one book he’d never had the guts to read. Way in the back of the closet behind all the other diaries, his wife hid a single locked journal.
The book was not dated, so Leo had never thought of it as a diary. Until now, he’d never given it much thought as there had always been so much information to devour. There was also the problem of the lock. He had no idea where she kept the key. Next time she was out of the house, he would look for it.
If they got through all this still in one piece, Leo knew that he had to do better. He would make their lives more exciting. He would be more romantic and a better lover. There were so many things he could do better. He would do better. But they had to get through it first.
Oh fuck. Bargaining. He had entered stage three.
Diary Entry -- June 24th
So here’s how it’s going work. I send a text to Papo asking -- no begging -- to get fucked. He loves it when I beg him, apparently. Initially, he said he had no time for me because he was ‘busy,’ but soon found some.
So there I was on my knees in front of him fully naked with my ample boobs completely wrapped around his huge cock. I had insisted on bringing a pillow to kneel on, but I had to promise not to frilly the place up. He liked it dirty. He liked making girls come to a place they hated in order to be with him.
I looked up into his rugged, smiling face as I worked my boobs up and down the full length of his monstrous cock. The friction was warming my skin, and I became concerned about getting a rubbing rash.
I was thinking that I should bring some lubricant down here, too. I asked if he had some, and all he could offer was some nasty black grease. No thanks.
“You like this,” he said, still smiling at me. “You like to fuck.”
“Yes,” I said almost as a question, letting the word out for a long time like he should continue with his thought.
“I mean that you live to fuck -- like me.”
“I don’t know if I live to fuck. I like it yes, but live to fuck? I don’t know.”
“I fuck many girls. I know when they live to fuck. You sneak down here everyday, behind your husband’s back, to get my big cock. My dirty little shlyukha ... she lives to fuck.”
I felt my head lower and my face warm with shame as he spoke the words. It was the truth in them that struck me the hardest. I had debased myself numerous times with this dirty old man just to get the thrill and extreme please that he could provide.
I had allowed myself to be called vile names and treated roughly. I had allowed myself to be shared with someone who would ordinarily repulse me.
And, I loved all of it. I was a whore. A shlyukha.
“You’re just like me,” he said. My head snapped up. He was still smiling.
“What?”
He laughed and patted my head like I was a good little pet. “You think I don’t know what I am. I’m a man slut. You’re a woman slut. We are both sluts.” He looked very comfortable with that thought.
“Are you proud of it?” I asked, a bit amazed.
“I like to fuck beautiful women. Most men my age are stuck with the same old rundown bitch. I sit here watching the prettiest women I ever saw in my life titty fucking my cock. I feel no guilt for that.”
For some reason, both the compliment and this thought made me smile. He spoke of guilt-free slutdom. I never even thought about that as being a thing. How can you be a slut and not be ashamed of it?
“We are a lot alike.”
“I don’t think so.”
He laughed. “I learned that with a cock like this,” he gave his pelvis a little push into my boobs, “I could have a lifetime of fun.”
I didn’t say anything, but just kept rolling my tit flesh up and down his tool. The words that he was saying were fogging my brain. He was trying to tell me to let my slut flag fly.
“With a body like yours -- that face, those tits, that ass -- you can have a lot of fun, too ... and so much more.”
My eyes felt the size of saucers. I couldn’t possibly be a slut like him. I’m married. I have a good job with a bright future. I can’t have it all. If I get caught, it all comes crashing down.
After all, I thought we were just having a fun affair. I’m having fun. Papo is having fun. If Leo doesn’t find out, no one gets hurt.
For a moment, a little eager thrill skipped through me when I looked into Papo’s eyes and read the sultry promises in them. More was coming, I knew.
We would go back to Funland, that filthy mattress that had become such a place of pleasure, and Papo would take me along new paths of rapture, stroking and pounding his powerful older body against my aroused young flesh.
I barely managed to suppress a giggle, wondering what Leo would do, how he might react, if I suddenly said to him: “I’ve been fucking Papo. I’ve been fucking that old stud’s big hard cock.” -- saying it right out like that.
What would he do? It might wake him up, for sure. It might bring him around to living a more exciting lifestyle. But would anything really change? Not likely. He just wasn’t Papo.
But this new suggestion was something all together different. My lover was suggesting expanding this arrangement to something more with other people.
“(Sir) wants you, and I think you liked his fat cock, too. He might pay very well to possess a woman like you.”
Sir? Is he nuts? And what does he mean by possess?
“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. I’m married, Papo.”
“OK, but you need to understand that I get bored quickly even with a hot shlyukha like you. I need ... variety.”
I kept lazily titty fucking him while trying not to show the shock and hurt that I felt. I did not want this to end. I was having the best time of my whole life enjoying this magnificent cock.
“Unless you want to help me out, I will get bored,” he said.
“Help you out?”
“If you don’t want to fuck (Sir) for me, maybe you might like someone younger.”
“I don’t understand.” What was he asking me to do? Fuck indiscriminately to prove myself? To keep him entertained? For some ulterior motive? He didn’t make me wait long to find out.
His hand came behind my head and pulled my face down toward his cock. “Suck, shlyukha,” he commanded.
Wanting to please him so he never got bored with me, I didn’t hesitate. I attacked that cock like I wanted to swallow it whole. I knew he was manipulating me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted his approval.
GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK.
“Good shlyukha,” he crooned. “Good fucking bitch. You love cock don’t you? You live for cock.”
“Mmmmmm.”
“Of course, you do. Any big cock will do for a slut like you. You’re just like me. We’re like two identical drops of water, you and me.”
Mmmmmm.”
He pulled my hair back until his cock popped from my mouth and laid against my face.
“I never saw such a pretty face,” he said. “I never saw such a sexy bitch. You were made to be fucked. Don’t waste this body on that pathetic husband. Share it with the world.”
“Yes, Papo,” I said as he let go of my hair. Looking at that cock and hearing those words made me want to turn up the heat.
Opening my lips, I brought them down again and fitted them over his pulsing knob, feeling the spongy -- hard shape slide across my tongue and over the roof of my mouth. I caressed it gently, pulling it deep, lavishing it with a hungry tongue, sucking upon it as if it were an ideally formed lollipop.
Looking up the length of his chubby body, I watched his belly quiver, seeing his chest rising and falling with lust. His thighs came slowly together, pinning my head between them, and I brought my hands up to fondle his big hairy balls.
I flicked my tongue fervently around his enlarged cockhead, and began to bob my suctioning mouth on his shaft in a slow, sensuous rhythm. He was lifting his crotch and letting it fall, the muscles of his hairy thighs tensing and relaxing around my head as I sucked hungrily on his big cock.
I could hear him moaning in rapture, and feel the heavier thrusting of his cock as I took it against the adoring wet flesh of my throat, as my inner cheeks dipped in and out and my excited tongue curled avidly over the quivering knob.
His entire shaft trembled, and I sensed the onrush of semen that was hissing up from his contracting balls. I pulled greedily upon the rubbery cockhead, and was quickly rewarded by the thunderous torrent of hotly bubbling come that jetted from it. It was an explosive geyser that flooded my tongue with its creamy goodness.
I sucked harder on the slippery knob, tickled it with my tongue, and swallowed the milky honey, draining it down into my tummy. The flow tapered off, slowed to a dribble of semen, but still I sucked upon the adorable head, pumping the final wetness from him, relishing every droplet of the deliciously thrilling stuff.
I looked up at his limp body in the chair. There, I thought. I showed him that he would never become bored with me. I was the shit. The hottest and the best fuck of his life. He had to get that. Right?
I had brought my lover to such a peak of ecstasy that he was still silently shuddering to the final spasms of sensual delight. Drawing my tongue slowly up the length of his still stiff shaft, I took my mouth from around the nearly dry cockhead, and sighed.
Yet, he was still hard. How did he do that? No other man I had been with could go more than once at a time, but Papo seemed unstoppable. He stirred languidly, his eyes closed, his breath slowing by degrees.
“I’m going to crawl over there,” I said, pointing to Funland. “If you want to bring that big cock of yours over and give me a special ride, I would really love that.”
Still sitting between his bent knees, I watched his hooded eyes spring open. He simply drew a long breath and nodded. I moved around his supine body on my knees, and began to crawl away in a manner meant to get his attention. Those dark eyes clung to my enticing ass all the way.
I sank onto the edge of the mattress, eyes locked on him as he sauntered smugly to join me. He was still wearing his work boots. How sure of yourself do you have to be to not even remove them when preparing to fuck a beautiful younger woman? The confidence he exuded was amazing. What’s more, it presented an even greater contrast with Leo.
This was a man who knew how to get what he wanted and had the supreme confidence that he could achieve any goal. He knelt down behind me, taking my boobs in his powerful hands like he owned them.
“You like that? You like a man to use you, shlyukha.”
“Yeeeeesssss!” I moaned as I let him paw at me. He slowly pushed me face down until I was lying on my stomach with my knees off the side of the mattress.
I let my knees touch the cement floor and lifted the taught flesh of my young ass up in the air for Papo’s inspection. He gently caressed my buttocks and muttered something in Russian that I took as a compliment.
His hands roamed over my ass and thighs until I felt two fingers push into my drenched pussy. He placed one hand on the back of my neck, holding me down as he increased the speed of his other hand.
“Oohhhh, yyyesssss,” I moaned. “Fuuuckkk meeee, baaabbbbyyyy.”
I felt him kneeling behind me now and leaning his weight over me. My body began to sway enticingly. He stretched out over me until his work boots rested on either side of my body. He was squatting over me with his cock now hanging and banging against my ready pussy.
His arms came up from the side and cupped my breasts from beneath. Resting some of my weight on my elbows, I lifted my upper body slightly off the mattress to give his roving hands greater freedom.
How divine it was to be groped by this man -- a man I once thought so far beneath me, but who was, in fact, a completely superior creature. I wanted nothing more than to serve and please him.
I squirmed my ass back hard against his loins, feeling the long, hard stiffness there swelling against my butt crack. When he jerked eagerly forward, I could feel the full
thickness of it pressing against my skin.
The sensation sent small spasms of
lewd pleasure rippling up my belly to my hardened nipples.
Papo’s rough old hands greedily manipulated the flesh of my ripe young breasts, trapping the hardened, sensitive
nipples between thumb and forefinger; squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from my lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis sinking his hardness deeper into the crevice of my ass.
My breath came in ragged gasps and the muscles of my lush body were as taut as bow-strings as I reacted involuntarily to the maddening fondling of Papo’s plebeian hands on my sensitive flesh. I jumped as one of his tormentingly warm hands left my breast to trail a slow teasing path down my soft unresisting belly to the cleft between my legs.
It stroked my flesh there for a moment, then suddenly curled down into my moist pussy. His fingertip scraped gently at the tiny bud of my clitoris, sending it springing into quivering life.
I jerked forward slightly as the hand curled further under, parting the softly hot lips of my pussy to teasingly snake its way inside my tight little opening. The sensation sent wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbing through me as I buried my face into the rancid material of the mattress.
The huge rigid cock was now pressed into the deep, sweaty crevice of my ass and heatedly throbbed as though it had a life of its own. Involuntarily, I ground back against it, imprisoned licentiously between it and the outstretched finger worming ever deeper in my overheated pussy.
Papo began a gentle rocking motion to which my own body responded willingly.
“Bend more and spread your legs. I’m going to fuck you like bitch.”
“Oh, God, yeessss!” I panted between tightly clenched teeth, but unable to stop the rocking of my shamelessly aroused body back against his hand. I lifted my ass even higher for him.
“I fuck you good, shlyukha,” he whispered in my ear. The dirty words were not poetry, but they stoked the fire of lust in my belly.
I felt his body move away and cold air replaced his wonderful warmth on my sweaty back. As he lifted my hips up even higher, my full ass wavered in the air behind me. I shuddered as I felt my lover’s hands rub the fleshy, rounded cheeks of my ass.
My whole rear end was nakedly exposed to him, waving back in a lewd invitation to any humiliation he might want to inflict on me. The next thing I felt was his hot, torturing tongue licked lasciviously down the entire length of my sweaty ass before he abruptly stopped and flicked the tip of his tongue into my pussy.
“God! Oh. God!” I moaned as the tantalizing licking of his tongue
invaded my cunt, teasing me like some demon from another world. I quivered back against it, screwing my buttocks in small circles around and around.
There was nothing in the world like this
feeling. I had never known anything like his mouth. His oral talent consumed the whole of my being and there was nothing else in the universe now but the hotly lashing tongue licking me from behind.
Papo stopped just in time. He slithered his tongue up the moist crevice again, over my back and to the base of my spine, following the bony ridges up my back until this progress was halted by my neck.
He shifted behind me, and I saw those boots again on either side of me. I suddenly quivered in anticipation as I felt the hugeness of the lust-swollen head of his cock press into my pussy.
Oh, God, he’s so damn big!
My forehead was pressed tightly against
the fabric of the dirty, smelly mattress. There was nowhere else to go! My naked quivering body was trapped between Funland and the powerful man behind me -- a rock and a hard place.
I tried to picture what we looked like -- like a reflection in a mirror. An attractive young woman with lovely big breasts and a long toned body knelt down on a dirty old stained mattress looking like a wanton slut. Behind her, a smiling dirty old man was going to impale her with a monstrous cock! He was going to split her! The idea of what that slut was about to do sent more thunderbolts of lust through my body.
I felt his hands close around the tops of my firm thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging harshly into my soft skin.
“Reach behind ... put ... it ... in!” he commanded, digging his fingers
tighter into my flesh.
“Yeeessss, baabbyyy.” I couldn’t stand his teasing. I needed it now. In desperation, I reached back between my legs and closed my hand over his hard cock. I urgently rubbed the blunt throbbing head against my tight little opening and bit down hard on my lower lip to hold back screams as he powered his hips forward.
Like an ancient primitive battering ram of barbarians at the gate, his cock slammed against my wet cunt lips, parting them and forcing its way inside the tight restricting ring of flesh that jealously guarded the entrance to my pussy.
There was a great stretching feeling as though the tender lips were being pulled
brutally apart. Then without warning, I felt my inner thighs swept apart, and Papo’s long thick cock slide snugly into my hot throbbing passage. The heavy weight of his body crashed hard against my ass, pushing my face brutally into the disgusting mattress.
“Aaaaaggghhhh!” I moaned. My tightly stretched pussy felt as if it were on fire. Papo had skewered completely into me up to the hilt with one powerful lunge, and I was now pressed down with no hope of escape. I was his prisoner.
I dropped from my elbows to the mattress so that my breasts were squashed tightly against it, and I began to slowly rotate my upper torso. The hard surface of the mattress stung my taut nipples into a greater hardness as I felt the throbbing cock behind me embedded to its full thick length. The distended spongy head grazed against the sensitive flatness of my cervix, probing deep, deep down where only he had ever been before.
My mouth opened and closed with a series of helpless moans. Through a daze of pleasure, I heard Papo gasping and panting with excitement as he took my body. He was rocking rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of my shameless cunt.
He was sending those now familiar thrills of wicked pleasure coursing through my entire being. I have become so used to this pleasure and don’t know how I could ever go back to the boredom I knew before.
I began to undulate my supple young ass wantonly in rhythmic circles as the thick plunging cock fucking into my stretched out cunt from behind.
“You live to fuck, don’t you, shlyukha.”
I knew that his pounding me face down into this revolting mattress was about his earlier suggestion. He was making a point -- that he could make me love something that I was initially hesitant about.
“Oh, God, yyeeeeessssss” I moaned back over my shoulder, “I live to fuck. I live for it!”
“Just like me. Right?” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. My ass stung with the delicious pain delivered rapid fire by his hands.
“Yeesss, baaabbbyyy. Just like you. I’m just like you, Papo.”
One work boot came down on the back of my neck pushing my left cheek further into the mattress. My God he was an animal, a big perfect aggressive animal.
Standing over my bent young body, he fucked down into me with long hard powerful strokes that used all of his weight. A feeling of absolute powerlessness rippled through me as he held my hips down in total control.
I felt his cock hit the soft fleshy ridges deep inside my womb as his fingers gripped my ass harder, squeezing the soft flesh. I was completely at his mercy as he mastered my mind and body.
I felt him stretch wide the quivering moons of my butt with his thumbs, knowing he could see the pink folds of my glistening pussy cling tightly around his rampant prick. He levered forward suddenly and plunging the long, throbbing shaft even deeper. How could it go deeper?
I felt the fleshy resistance deep inside my pussy spread before the blood engorged head of his cock, bringing a soft explosive sound from my lips as though the wind had been knocked from me. I had never been fucked this deeply before, and Papo knew it. He was making a point, I guess.
He jerked the lust-swollen head around deep inside, resizing my pussy. My eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. I spread my wildly quivering thighs wider as the old man pounded me down even deeper into the mattress.
He continued ramming deep inside me to the point where I was beginning to lose consciousness again. I concentrated on every little feeling hoping to stem the inevitable.
I began to note in my head a list of all the erotic sensations I was feeling from the slap of his hips against my ass to the feel of the rough dirty mattress against my face. Topping off these sensations, was the bushy pubic hair around the base of his massive prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of my
ass.
All that mattered now was the obscene pleasure coursing through my wantonly aroused young body like a fire out of
control. I wanted, needed, to be fucked like this. I wanted to be subjected to any demands placed on me.
My naked young body writhed and twitched uncontrollably as I felt the punishing cock sinking deep into my wildly
rejoicing cunt. With a face distorted with passion, I let little bird-like cries of ecstasy escaped my tightly-clenched teeth.
“O---Oh Gggooooodddd!” I gasped as Papo’s hands slipped under the full
weight if my rounded breasts, raising me up while, at the same time, straining his cock forward into me with all the strength of his hips and thighs.
The smooth velvet folds of my pussy held him, squeezing tightly around his rigid
fleshy column, until I felt every bump and indentation on his pulsating cock. As I wantonly ground my ass up tight against his pelvis, I could feel his sperm-
laden balls slapping against my mound, sending shivers of sexual delight surging through my fluttering nerve ends.
My hazy mind reveled in the wickedness of fucking this old man on this nasty mattress in this dirty room. If I did what he suggested, I could fuck anyone, anywhere and at anytime. I could be the slut I’ve always wanted to be.
I was already approaching an orgasm and my body had become something animal, no longer human, as I twisted, writhed, and contorted. There was nothing else in my world at that moment -- no tomorrow, no Leo, no future -- nothing but this dark hole of lust. Just cunt and cock.
“Ooooohhhh yeeeesssss, yeeessssss, fuck me hard, baby, fuck me hard! Give it to meeeeeeee!!!” I begged.
I shut my eyes as I came and my body went rigid. Papo kept pounding me through my orgasm. As I rode it out I felt his cum geyser into me and not stop for about 30 seconds. So much cum filled me up.
God, it felt so good. Nothing else mattered in the world except that feeling, nothing but the burning wave of desire that swelled in my loins and crashed into my womb.
My breasts tingled as they rested on the rough fabric. Our combined juices were rolling down the inside of my thighs and soaking into the mattress. One more stain added to the lurid history of the disgusting thing.
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