The Secret Diary of a Good Wife
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Entry 1: My Husband Must Have Lost His Mind
Erotica Sex Story: Entry 1: My Husband Must Have Lost His Mind - When Daniel confesses that he fantasizes about me sleeping with another man, I was furious. But the next day cannot stop thinking about it. I started a secret diary to make sense of it all. And I’m still furious with Daniel. He must have lost his mind!
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If someone had told me just yesterday morning that my husband wanted me to have sex with another guy, I would have assumed they either didn’t know my husband or didn’t know me. Today, I’m not so sure if I know him at all.
I’m in my thirties, I have a pretty successful career, and a reasonably well-organized personal life. At least, that’s what I thought until yesterday. At work, I’m a professional. I can make difficult decisions, handle conversations that would test anyone else’s patience, and keep my cool when everything around me is falling apart. I like being in control of my life.
I even have my own little morning ritual. Mirror, lipstick, keys. Before I walk out the door, I like to make sure everything is in its proper place. I suppose it’s an occupational hazard.
Outside of work, I’m hardly what you’d call a wild woman. I like nice clothes, Vogue, good wine and holiday travels with Daniel. I’m one of those petite blondes with big blue eyes who somehow manage to keep girlish charm well into thirties. Sometimes it annoys me, especially when someone at work mistakes me for someone much younger, but I’m not going to pretend I don’t like the way I look. Daniel certainly does.
We have a pretty good marriage. Not perfect. Not the kind you see in commercials, where everyone smiles all the time. We argue, sometimes quite fiercely, but we can also talk late into the night, laugh at the stupidest things, and simply enjoy being together. Daniel is intelligent, funny, caring, and handsome. If only he didn’t forget everything and actually did the things I asked him to do a little faster, he’d be the perfect husband.
And we have great sex. Not every single time, obviously, but most of the time I come first, and afterward he finishes on my ass. Which is precisely why I have absolutely no idea what the hell got into him.
I’m not a prude. One of my friends once told me about her experiences with two men at the same time, and I didn’t judge her in the slightest. I also know that Daniel had quite an adventurous sex life before we got together. He’s been in a threesomes with another guy and even something you might call a small gangbang. I know because he told me. His past doesn’t bother me. Quite the opposite. I like the fact that we can talk openly about his sex experience.
And I’d be lying if I said I’d never fantasized about similar things myself. Quite the opposite, actually.
Gangbang and double penetration videos are among the things that really get my imagination going. Especially when they feature an adult woman with delicate, refined features and attractive, mature men. I love contrasts. I love confidence. I love older guys. I love watching a woman who looks sweet and unassuming turn out to be far more pervert than anyone would have guessed.
Yes, I know how that sounds. And yes, I happen to be a petite blonde with youthful looks myself. Pure coincidence, I’m sure.
I also love big cocks. Daniel has a beautiful, fairly big cock. Not enormous like the ones you see in videos featuring Black guys, who happen to turn me on too, but certainly big enough to hold his own in the porn industry. I really love his cock.
I also think I let Daniel get away with quite a lot in bed. Because I like quite a lot myself. I’m not going to give you a detailed inventory of our bedroom activities, but let’s just say oral sex, toys, and some pretty rough fuck are hardly unfamiliar territory for us. We’re definitely not one of those couples who switch off the lights after ten minutes and roll over to opposite sides of the bed.
And yet, when Daniel told me last night that one of his fantasies was having me have sex with another man, I felt as though he’d slapped me across the face with a filthy dishcloth.
I was furious. Absolutely furious. I shouted that if that was what he wanted, he could have told me earlier. I’d have been out fucking men left, right, and center if only I’d known I had his blessing! That shut him up.
He tried to explain himself. That wasn’t what he meant. That he loved me. That it was only a fantasy. That he wasn’t expecting anything from me. That the thing that turned him on most was precisely the fact that I was his wife.
Wonderful. So the thought of his wife fucking another guy turns him on. Bravo, Daniel!
Every word he said only made things worse. Suddenly, I felt as though I wasn’t special to him anymore. Or perhaps I was so special that he wanted to share me? No. That’s ridiculous.