The bitch, the damn bitch, I told myself. All these
years before we were married, she had been playing the role of the
innocent virgin while all the time she had been fucking since she was
twelve.
I was really angry with her. Why did she not tell me the truth? I
would have forgiven her, since I love her. There were still a few dozen
pages left in the diary and I was wondering what else I would discover
in it. More important still, what had she written in the other diaries.
For a few seconds I was tempted to look immediately in the last of
her diary so as to see where all this was leading. But after giving the
matter some thought, I resisted since I knew that without the knowledge
of those events that were leading to whatever she had done, might
prevent me from understanding why she went that far.
Beside, I now had enough emotions for the night and even though anger
was still ruling me, I also felt extremely horny from what I had just
read . I would have liked to fuck Michelle at this very moment but I
knew that presently she was in a deep sleep.
Even while I was lying beside her in bed, I still couldn't sleep. In
my mind I kept reliving the scenes that had been created in my
imagination as I read the descriptions of her doing with Sam in her
diary. I could see Sam's cock pumping into the child that must have been
my wife then. It was even possible for me to clearly imagine him
grunting while he was fucking her and worst of all, I knew that she was
loving every second of it since she had written it down.
The more that my mind kept focusing on these scenes, the angrier I
felt but at the same time, much to my horror, I became extremely exited
judging from the condition of my cock. When I finally fell asleep, the
sky was beginning to light up outside the window.
For the next couple of days there wasn't an hour that went by without
my thinking of Michelle and her diaries. Every time I had thoughts about
her affair with Sam, I could feel the anger building up in me and this
is the reason that I decided not to read the rest of her diary right
away.
When I finally made up my mind to continue with the painful and also
erotic task of reading the rest of it, two whole days had gone by and it
was late at night when I made up my mind to keep on reading.
Like the previous time, I placed two sleeping pills into her glass of
juice just before we went to bed and as soon as she was sleeping beside
me I went to my office downstairs. As I unlocked the drawer of my desk,
my hands were shaking and my heart was beating very hard against my
ribcage.
But at the same time I was more exited than I had been for a long
time, as for my anger at Michelle, it was well in the back of my mind
now. My twitching erection under my evening gown was now dictating all
of my actions.
This was a thing that I couldn't understand. What was happening to
me? At the very least I should have felt depressed if I was no longer
mad with her, but I was nowhere close to being depressed. On the
contrary I was anxious and very exited.
I began reading from where I had left off the last time. Once again
she kept on telling how she had enjoyed her evening with Sam and how she
was anxious to resume where they had left off. But I was in for a
surprise when I learned after a couple of pages - also a couple of days
later in her life - that she had told everything to her friend Cathy
once again.
Would I ever be able to look at Cathy in the eyes again? She knew
everything that had gone on between my wife and Sam. Even though I was
relatively certain that she hadn't told anyone about my wife's affair
with Sam, it still caused a few sparks of anger in me.
Then I came to Thursday where she gave a written account of the
previous evening with Sam. They did almost everything that a married
couple would do together. They sucked one another, she made him come in
her mouth and he also fucked her a couple of times. As she wrote
everything that they had done, I could tell that she was now using words
that she had not previously used. She no longer called it his semen but
his spunk and she also used the word "prick" a couple of times. It was
evident that Sam was teaching her new words as well as showing her new
ways of fucking. He had even tried to enter her rear hole but he only
got the head of his cock inside since it was causing her too much pain.
By the time I reached the end of her diary, it was more than three
weeks after her first fuck with Sam. She was now writing about the
possibility of going with Sam and his wife for a week on a vacation trip
to their cottage near a lake in the north. Sam had convinced his wife
that it would be a good idea to bring Michelle along so as to help her
take care of Jason. It now only remained for Michelle's parents to
approve of this.
On the last page she was expressing how anxious she was to be going
with them and how much easier it was going to be for them to be together
by themselves.
I knew that I was now addicted to this erotic reading. I had three
more diaries to read and I wished that there could have been many more.
I even began to plan how I was going to put my hand on the more recent
set of diaries, the one she had written just before we got married as
well as those written after we had been married.
Even though I was not completely aware of it at the time, it no
longer bothered me one iota to be reading her most private thoughts as
well as her deepest desires.
The second diary didn't contain as much handwriting on each page. I
supposed that she was too busy with Sam or planning to be with him, to
waste too much time writing each day into her diary. From the first ten
pages I learned that her parents were allowing her to go with Sam and
his wife to the cottage and she was to leave in two weeks time which
would be in early August.
Or course she kept on fucking every Wednesday evening and she then
stated that she had begun to menstruated. It seemed that she was afraid
of telling Sam since she didn't want him to stop having sex with her on
that account. But after a week, probably because of her fear of getting
pregnant, she finally told him. From then on, they either used condoms
or he would pull out or her just before ejecting his spunk.
On the next pages she proceeded to describe her stay with Sam and his
wife in their cottage. It seemed that they were having sex almost daily
there and sometime twice a day even. They were doing it while Sam's wife
was buying groceries at the town nearby or when she went fishing with
Sam.
On a couple of occasions Sam fucked her in the house while his wife
was lying on the beach outside. While they were enjoying themselves in
the kitchen, they could both watch through the window in case Clara
should come into the house.
Of course during the day Michelle took care of Jason, but very often
while Sam's wife was busy in the house she went for a walk pushing the
baby in his carriage. Sam always managed to meet her somewhere along the
trail in the wood nearby and again it would end with his cock within
her.
In September, Michelle turned thirteen. School had begun all over
again and of course she kept on babysitting for Carla. Sometimes she
even went there twice a week since Carla was now playing bridge with her
friends and naturally on those occasions Michelle was more than eager
baby-sit for her.
It would be impossible for me to tell exactly how many times she
fucked with Sam. But by the time I reached the end of her second diary,
it was evident that they were doing it at least twice a week and he was
probably having sex with Michelle more often than he was with his wife.
This went on and on and it seemed as if it were a repetition of the
same weeks after weeks. In the middle of January Clara had to go and
visit her sick mother in Rockview, a little town about a hundred miles
from Elms Valley.
She brought Jason with her and she remained there for a whole week
leaving Sam along in Elms Valley. While Clara was away, Michelle went to
Sam's house every evening after supper. She would tell her mother then
that she was going to see Cathy at her place and for almost two hours on
every evening she was alone with Sam inside his house.
There is no need for me to describe what went on while they were
alone together but judging by what she wrote she sure had a good time
with him in his own bed.
Then in August just a month before she turned fourteen she had a
bicycle accident and she broke her right legs in two places. Of course
there was no question of her going to baby-sit for Clara since she
barely could walk with crutches and it would have been impossible for
her to climb the stairs to check on Jason. Therefore Michelle propose to
Clara that Cathy should baby-sit in her place for a couple of weeks
until the cast around her leg should come off.
I could tell from the entries that she wrote for the next couple of
weeks that something was bothering her but she didn't directly write it
down in so many words until I came to September the fifteen, just a week
after she turned fourteen.
Michelle then wrote a full page explaining her doubts about her
friend Cathy. Ever since Cathy had begun replacing her as Clara's baby-
sitter, Michelle began to discover than her friend acted strangely
whenever they were together and further more she always tried to avoid
talking about Sam. Then one day while they were coming back from school,
Cathy made a revelation to Michelle. She told her that since Sam hadn't
been able to see her (Michelle) for a couple of weeks he had made
advances to her and finally the last time she went baby- sitting there
she had sex with him.
I could tell from what Michelle had written down that she was very
angry with her friend but she also felt extremely sad to learn that Sam
had done this behind her back. She must have been much in love with Sam
since on the very first week that the doctor removed her cast, she went
again to baby-sit for Clara and she also resumed having sex with Sam.
As I continued reading I then learned that she and Cathy were friends
once again. I was then stunned to discover that they were both going to
baby- sit together. As expected Saw was fucking both girls now on each
of those occasions.
This went on and on and Sam always either used a condom whenever he
would fuck them or he would pull out of them before spilling his seed.
I had been reading in Michelle's diaries for a couple of weeks now
and I was surprised to discover how calm I was accepting all of this.
Even when Sam began to have sex with both Cathy and Michelle at the same
time. Of course by then I was no longer angry with my wife for having
lied to me for all those years. She had not been cheating on me since
she didn't know me in those days. But in the back of my mind I was now
beginning to have other sorts of doubts. What was her relationship with
Sam now? Was she still seeing him? What about Cathy, she had always
remained in Elms Valley, had she kept on fucking with Sam until she met
her husband?
I had to know these answers and I needed them fast since I was now
beginning to imagine all sorts of scenarios and it was preventing me
from sleeping at night.
During the next week I completed the reading of the other two
diaries. The last half of the fourth, which was also her last diary, had
been written when she was eighteen and it ended just a few months before
I met her.
During all those years she regularly met Sam either while she was
baby-sitting or sometimes he would pick her while she was walking back
from school and they would go somewhere in the country and have sex
there along the side of a deserted road. Michelle also kept mentioned
that he was still seeing Cathy, but it no longer seemed to bother her
now.
Most of the fourth diary was a repetition of the same events. She
always wrote of Sam and her having sex together, there was very little
else and it seemed as if her being with Sam was a kind of drug and
nothing else seemed to matter to her anymore.
I was disappointed when I finished the fourth and last diary and
there were a lot more answers that I needed to know. Especially now that
she had just turned eighteen and that we were going to meet shortly. The
last entry in the fourth diary was on the last day of December and she
had turned eighteen in September. Since we met in March, there was still
no mention of me in her diary and until the very last entry she kept on
writing about Sam only.
Had she stopped seeing Sam once we began to go steady? I had to know
somehow and the only way for me to learn more was to try to find the
next set of her diaries. The ones that she kept locked in the drawer of
her make-up table in our room.
For the next ten days I tried to watch her as she wrote in her diary,
but I only saw her doing it once on a Saturday in the middle of the
afternoon. But on that occasion I was able to see her put her diary away
when I suddenly walked into our room pretending to want to change into
my working clothes. I was just in time to see her carefully place it
into the drawer. Then while I was pretending to be busy putting on my
working pants, I saw her reaching behind one of the mirrors in front of
the small bureau and she pulled a small chain on which was the key of
the drawer. Once she had placed the diary into the drawer she then
locked it with the key and replaced it again at the back of the mirror.
It made me feel a little cheap spying on her, but when I reminded
myself of the answers to most of my questions that she had already
written in her diary, I no longer felt any guilt. I told myself that as
her husband I had every right to know if she was cheating on me.
Strange as it may seem though, our sex life had never been as great
as it was since I began reading in her diaries and this was well over
three weeks earlier now. Furthermore, every time I would fuck her, I
kept imagining the child and later the teen she must have been while she
was being fondle and having sex with Sam. By now her secret life before
she had met me was more of a source of erotic stimulation to me than a
disappointment. Every time I had my cock in her I would be thinking of
her numerous experiences with Sam when she was still a young girl and it
would fuel my sex drive toward her.
But since she was my wife now, I was certainly not ready to accept
sharing her with Sam any longer, and beside if she was still seeing him,
it made me a cuckold and I certainly didn't want that.
Now that I knew how to get to her diaries - she must have had three
or four in there including the one she was presently writing in - I had
to solve the problem of finding a way to unlock them. She kept the small
golden key with a gold chain around her left wrist and I knew that it
would be impossible for me to put my hand on the key since she always
slept with it.
It took me a couple of days before I finally solved that problem. The
only time that she removed her wrist chain was when she took a bath, and
on those occasions she left it on the vanity in the bathroom along with
her watch and rings. I found an excuse to go into the bathroom when she
was in the bathtub one evening and with a flat chunk of mastic in my
hand, I took the impression of the key.
A couple of days later I had in hand a copy of the key of her diary.
A friend of mine working in the lab was a locksmith in his spare time
and he made me a replica of the key from the print I had made.
The first chance I got, while Michelle was away visiting her parents,
I opened the locked drawer using the key on the chain at the back of the
mirror, then I tried the key on the diary she was writing in presently.
My hearth almost missed a beat when I saw the small lock opened. I
closed it back right away and I began to look deeper into the drawer.
There were four more diaries in all including the green one she was
presently writing in. But when I tried the key in the oldest one, the
one when she was eighteen that correspond to the time we met, the key
wouldn't even get into the lock. It then hit me that each diary probably
had a different key.
I had gone too far now to let a thing like that stops me. I took the
diary out and I locked the drawer. I doubted very much that she would
notice that one of them was missing since all but the one she was
presenting writing in were well in the back of the drawer. Anyway I was
desperate and I was now ready to take than chance.
It took me over half an hour to force open the delicate lock. I used
a bent paper clip and I had to be careful so that I wouldn't scratch the
metal around the lock, otherwise Michelle would probably notice that it
had been forced open.
Again in the middle of the night, while Michelle was in a deep sleep
- with the aid of the sleeping pills I had given her - I began to read.
The first page was for January the first and she continued to talk about
Sam and their fucking together. Usually Cathy went to join her and as
expected it ended with Sam having sex with both girls. From what she
wrote I could tell that it no longer mattered much to her if Sam was
having sex with Cathy or not. In fact when Cathy was there with them
both girls took turn with Sam in his room while the other remained in
the kitchen downstairs.
Then in March, Michelle was eighteen and a half and I was nineteen,
she began writing about our first meetings. She wrote that she liked me
a lot but she didn't think that she would ever love me. She also added
that she went out with me mostly to please her parents who thought that
I was a good prospect for their daughters.
For the next six months, until she turned nineteen and until I had to
leave Elms Valley to attend college in Boston, we saw each other twice a
week. As expected, she kept on baby-sitting for Sam's wife at least once
a week. Sometimes, she went there to kept an eye on Jason for a couple
of hours on Saturday's while Clara went shopping. Of course every time
this happened, Sam always got home soon after his wife left and he had
sex with Michelle.
Earlier, I had stopped being angry with Sam and Michelle, but now
that she was going steady with me, it angered me all over to discover
that she was still having sex with him. Worse still, he was a married
man with a child and at the time I could well remember that she wouldn't
even let me touch her breasts. I was pleased with her at the time since
I believed what she would always say that she wanted to keep her
virginity for her wedding night.
I now felt cheated and this was mainly the cause of my anger toward
her. I would have given a lot then to have been allowed to suck on her
appealing breasts. As for fucking her in those days, I only fantasized
about it when I masturbated in my room after spending an evening with
her. She was letting Sam fuck her as much as he wanted while she didn't
even allowed me to touch her. How unjust it was I thought.
On the entry of June the twenty second, I read something that made me
sick with anger. Then after reading the full page four or five times, I
had to go to bed since I was too depressed and also full of hatred for
both her and Sam.
It was a Saturday and while watching over Jason who was playing in
the yard, Sam had arrived - it had been arranged beforehand that he
would meet her as soon as his wife left - they fucked for over an hour
while she had her belly resting over the kitchen counter.
While they were having sex, Michelle was keeping an eye on little
Jason who was playing outside and at the same time she was also watching
the road in case Clara should arrive earlier than usual. But on that
Saturday - I don't remember anything about it - she wrote that while Sam
was fucking her, she saw me from the window knocking on her parent's
door.
She said that while I was waiting for her in her parent's house she
kept on fucking Sam and it even made her feel bawdy thinking that she
was having sex with Sam while I was waiting for her in her parents'
house. Then as soon as Clara arrived she got back home with her cunt
still full of Sam's semen. She wrote that she kissed me knowing full
well that on her breath there still was the smell of his semen which
still coated the inside of her mouth.
Ever since her eighteen birthdays they no longer used condoms,
instead they were using the method of the calendar where he would pull
out of her before coming. He would do that whenever she was ovulating.
Beside I had the impression that Michelle almost hoped that she would
get pregnant from Sam, she didn't say so in so many words but I could
feel it by the things that she wrote.
It seemed that on that day, she went for a walk with me and she could
feel Sam semen dripping along her thighs as she walked next to me. Once
again this seemed to have exited her a lot. As she explained, the
feeling Sam's juice soaking her cunt and her thighs while I was holding
her hand was making her feel extremely bawdy.
She must have been taking me for a fool then, I said to myself. Even
when I was kissing her while we were in the park, which was where we
went that day, she wrote that she was afraid that I would detect the
taste of Sam's semen on her lips as well as in her mouth.
For the next few days I couldn't find the courage to read anymore of
her diary. Michelle even asked me if there was something wrong with me
since I was in a very bad mood and for the first time ever, we even had
our first quarrel over a stupid thing that isn't even worth mentioning.
But I did pull out of it and as soon as most of my anger was behind
me, I began ti think about continuing reading her diary even though I
couldn't predict what other surprises I was going to find. Now that I
knew that much about her, there was a question that came all the time in
my mind. Was she still seeing Sam today? Ever since the day we moved in
Elms Valley, I never had the occasion of noticing anything that would
even suggests that she was having an affair with him. Of course had I
known earlier what I knew now, I would have paid more attention to her,
especially on those occasions that she went to see her parents. Sam was
still living next to her parents' house and once or twice a week she
would walk there to visit them. By the time Michelle turned twenty in
September, I was living in Boston and attending college. She did mention
in her diary that she was missing me, but this didn't prevent her from
keeping on seeing Sam. Then in early December, she wrote about her
friend Cathy being pregnant. Of course both girls knew that Sam was the
father of her child since, besides fucking Michelle, he had been having
sex also with Cathy for the last couple of years. Cathy had gone on a
date a couple of times with some of the local boys and when she realized
that she was pregnant, she let her boy friend have sex with her so that
she could blame her pregnancy on him.
Of course I knew about Cathy's marriage with Peter Maxwell since they
had gotten married during the Christmas recess and Michelle and I had
both attended the wedding together.
Then on the last entry, which was for the last day of December, she
mentioned that she was very happy that I was back in Elms Valley for the
recess. At last this statement of hers was responsible for a boost to my
ego as well as to my morale.
Now that I knew exactly how to proceed, it was relatively easy for me
to get Michelle's next diary from her locked drawer. I took the new one
and I replace the old one in its place. It had taken me four nights of
reading to finish the previous one. Judging by the thickness of the next
diary, I assumed that it was going to take me about as long for this one
but whatever I was going to learn from it was scaring me a little.
She wrote a lot about the wedding and she also mentioned that she
envied Cathy who was carrying Sam's child. Of course Cathy's husband
thought that he was the father and this is the reason that he had
married her in such a hurry. Then while I was back in Boston after the
Christmas recess, she continued seeing Sam and I was shocked to learn
that Cathy was again seeing him with the complicity of Michelle. While
her husband worked evening shifts, my wife went to watch her baby in the
evening and Sam would either take Cathy to a motel outside Elms Valley
or if the weather was warm enough he would fuck her in his car
somewhere. Sam was still having sex with both Cathy and Michelle and
both girls it seemed were considering themselves as his wives by the way
they were acting.
As for Michelle, things pretty well continued as they had. She kept
on baby-sitting for Clara and Sam met her there as soon as his wife
would leave the house. Other times they would fix a meeting place
somewhere on a side street where they wouldn't be observed and she would
get in his car. He then either drove outside of town on a country road
or if the time didn't permit it, he would park his car inside the
warehouse that he owned and once inside they would fuck and do
everything that it was possible to do.
When I got back from college in May, I asked her to marry me and also
come and live in Boston with me. I still remember how quickly she turned
me down, I couldn't understand why at the time. No amount of coaxing
from my part would make her change her mind and she insisted that I
graduate first. Then less than a month before I was due to return to
college, she suddenly changed her mind and she agreed to marry me.
For many months after we were married, her sudden change of mind
bothered me. I couldn't discover any reason why she had suddenly change
her mind. Well now I was able to get the answer from her diary.
It seemed that during that summer - just a couple of weeks after I
asked her to marry me, she had gone to spent a week with Clara and Sam
at their cottage- she and Sam had had sex there two or three times a day
without taking any precaution. When she got back, after a couple of
weeks she discovered that she had missed her periods. At the time she
believed that she was pregnant with Sam's child and this was the reason
that had made her changed her mind and thus agree to marry me as soon as
possible.
But once the date of our marriage had been set and everyone knew
about it, she realized that she was menstruating again which met that
she was not pregnant. Since it was too late now to cancel everything,
she had no other choice but to go along with the wedding and this is why
she married me.
On her wedding night, while I had my first fuck with her, she said
that she had to pretend that I was hurting her with my first penetration
since she wanted me to believed that she had never had a cock within her
before that. Furthermore, when we moved to Boston, she wrote that at the
beginning she thought that she would die since she missed Sam so much.
Again I was in for a surprise as I kept on reading. During the two
years that we had lived in Boston, she had kept in constant
communication with Sam by writing to him almost daily. They both had
rented a mailbox and they received each other's mail there without any
danger of being caught. She even said that she had to destroy Sam's
letters as soon as she had read them for fear that I would get my hand
on them.
Then I was reading her diary where she talked about the event that
occurred when we moved back into Elms Valley. This was the part that I
feared most. Of course by now I was sure that she and Sam had met again
even though she was now married to me. In the back of my mind I knew
that even today she was most probably still seeing him. Something kept
telling me not to read further, but curiosity is a very strong master
and I had to know the rest.
Yes, I discovered from reading this forbidden literature what I was
half-expecting. As soon as we moved back in Elms Valley, the third day
after our arrival she resumed fucking with Sam. Worst still, after less
than a month she became pregnant and in her diary she even claimed that
Sam was the father of both our daughters. Again I was depressed for a
couple of days but it didn't last as long as I might have feared since I
was now enjoying reading what she and Sam did together. Furthermore when
I was having sex with her at night, it now thrilled me greatly to know
that I was fucking her vagina which probably still contained Sam's
semen.
I have never spoken once to Sam. I often see him on the street and we
even politely salute one another when this happen. I have no grudge
against him, after all, had I been in his place I would probably have
done the same thing.
I now make it almost a religious habit to read everything she writes
in her present diary and from it I learn where and when she meet Sam. On
those days that she does - he usually come to our house while I am at
work and while my two daughters are with their grandmother - I can tell
by her excitement when I come back home that she has been well fucked.
And better still, when I fuck her at night it excites me greatly to know
that much of Sam seed are still within her.
Well this is my story and as unbelievable as it may first appear,
everything did happen the way I have describe it. As for my wife
Michelle, she never found out that I know of her secret.
Some people might not agree with the fact that I am tolerating my
wife having sex with another man, but this is how I like it. I know that
it makes Michelle very happy and what is more important is that she is
always ready to have sex with me. Not once, has she refused to let me
fuck her and I think that her seeing Sam has strengthened our marriage
and also added a lot of spice to it.
( the end )
