25th March 2022
I'm writing this the morning after the naughtiest sexiest day of my life. I can't believe everything I did yesterday. When I wrote in this diary last night, I was still feeling horny and slutty. In the cold light of this morning, I think there probably is a bit more guilt creeping in, and an element of 'what the fuck am I doing?'
To start an affair with the boyfriend of my friend, to fuck a taxi driver I've just met, and then ask my boyfriend to fuck my arse, after which I text a barman I'd given my number to, is just wrong. I know that. It's just I can't control myself sometimes. Like my brain knows it's wrong but my body wants all of it, and more, and sometimes I just lose control. Just got to take it one day at a time I guess, trying to control my slutty side the best I can, and be a good girlfriend for my man. At least I keep him happy I suppose, he'd just be gutted if he knew the other stuff I did. Today's a new day though, and I will try to be good again.
Lisa is back home now from her work trip so I think Jack and I will see less of each other which will help me behave. I'll miss it cos it was fun, but it's the right thing to do. She does travel a lot with work though so it remains to be seen if we have the willpower to behave when she's not around -- I'm not sure I do if I'm honest, I love the feel of his cock in me.
When it comes to Jack I have to admit -- even though I fancy him, and I love the way he fucks me - there is a big part of it all that is excited about it because it's wrong to be with him. Because I'm cheating, and because I'm cheating with the boyfriend of my friend, it excites me even more. It adds a naughty twist to it every time he enters me. Every time he fucks me, every time his cock slides between my lips, every time he cums over me, it's all made better because it's my friend's boyfriend doing it to me. I could never admit that to anyone but it's the truth. I hate myself for it but can't stop. I wish I was different.
We are going out tonight -- Dan's parents are having an anniversary party at their house as not everyone could come on holiday to celebrate with them -- so hopefully that will be fun. Jack won't be there which will make things a bit easier, as him and Lisa are going out.
26th March 2022
Well, me behaving didn't last for long...
As mentioned, we had Dan's parents party last night. There were about 20 ish people there. It was quite a boozy party -- I ended up getting very drunk and am writing this VERY hungover.
Everyone was in the lounge mainly, and at one point I went out to the kitchen to get some drinks. I was wearing the tiny dress Jack had bought me in London. It was barely covering my bum, or my tits. Paul -- Dan's dad -- followed me out to the kitchen, saying he'd give me a hand with the drinks. As soon as we left the lounge, and were out of sight, him giving me a "hand" meant him placing his hand on my bum as we walked - just like he'd kept doing on holiday. I think he was quite drunk too. He did it with a cheeky grin and told me I looked amazing. I didn't like to tell him his best friend bought me the dress because I've been letting him fuck me senseless! I did whisper to him that touching my bum was wrong at the best of times, especially at his anniversary party. But he just smiled and shrugged.
As I made some drinks in the kitchen, he stood next to me -- not helping -- saying his hands were tied as he continued to just gently stroke and grope my arse. I told him he was a nightmare but it did make me smile and it did feel nice! Plus, in my drunk state, it seemed more innocent than it does now! I was enjoying it and he could tell as I was grinning at him and taking deliberately long to pour the drinks.
At one point he said "I think you should unzip that a little more," referring to the zip at the front of my dress. Then, without waiting, with his free hand pulled it down a little, revealing more of my cleavage. He told me I have amazing tits.
We chatted in the kitchen for a while, facing each other, standing close, his hand behind me, still on my bum. Up to this point it had been over my dress but he obviously was feeling bolder, or more drunk, as I soon felt his hand slip down and start to just gently stroke the bottom of my bare arse cheek. As he fondled me, he observed "mmmm you've not got any underwear on have you?" and I shook my head with a smile. It felt nice and I allowed it to happen. He'd done it already on holiday, when I was in the bikini, so this wasn't the first time. But it did feel a touch naughtier him doing it in the kitchen, while his wife was in the room next door.
As he touched me we heard the lounge door open and someone was coming to the kitchen. He slid his hand out and we quickly made out like we were heading back into the lounge. The rest of that night we stole the occasional glances and smiles, but never found ourselves alone together again.
As the night went on, I got more drunk and Dan was even worse. He was slurring and stumbling around a lot. Eventually I decided we should go, so Paul called us a taxi. It soon arrived, and Paul helped me get Dan out the house, and into the back of the car (as he couldn't walk all that well on his own). Once we'd got him in the car, I walked around the other side and gave Paul a kiss on the cheek. He felt my bum again as he did that and said "good night sexy."
I climbed in the car back seat next to Dan. I told the driver my address and as I did he turned around to look at me with a smile. I nearly fainted when I realised it was the same taxi driver who had fucked me in the lane the night before. I honestly hadn't thought I'd see him again, not for ages anyway, and now here he was!
My initial thought was worry; would he say something to Dan? But he didn't, he just grinned at me. I guess that's one of the benefits of getting with married men -- they are normally much more likely to be discrete.
Me and the driver didn't speak on the drive home, I was more getting spoken at by a very drunk Dan, who was slurring and talking not much sense at all. It's the most drunk I'd seen him in ages.
Eventually we arrived home. As Dan opened his door to get out, he stumbled into the road. I ran round to his side to help him up, and the taxi driver got out to help me.
"Would you mind giving me a hand in with him?" I asked. He's a big strong guy, looks like a boxer type, and he had no problems lifting Dan over his shoulder, fireman carry style. I opened the door for him and he walked in. The man I'd had sex with in a dark lane the night before was somehow now here, carrying my drunk boyfriend into my house. My life is so fucking crazy.
"Where do you want him put?" he asked me. I asked if he'd mind carrying him upstairs and throwing him on to our bed. "No problem," he said and I led the way upstairs to our room. Dan seemed completely out of it by this time. We walked into my bedroom and he put Dan down on to the bed, his eyes closed, fast asleep.
By this time I was standing one side of the bed, the taxi driver the other side. As Dan lay there, me and the driver finally looked at each other, making eye contact. He grinned and I saw him look me up and down, the same look he'd given me the night before. I've always liked men who look at me and don't hide it, and he definitely fell into that category. The way he was looking at me was making me horny, his looks combined with thinking about what he'd done to me the night before was making my pussy moist.
"You've got a taxi fare to pay for," he said with a smile. I smiled back. "Shall we go and work something out?" I whispered back as my drunk boyfriend lay between us. I quietly moved towards the bedroom door to walk out. He followed, then walked past me as I shut the door behind us. We were now on the landing and I leant back a little against the closed bedroom door. He stood close to me, facing me. I felt so petite compared to him, he is a big strong guy, and it felt like he could do anything to me he wanted. "Nice dress," he commented quietly as he blatantly stared at my tits. "Thanks," I whispered with a grin. He stroked my face tenderly with his big hand, and then his hand ran down to my chest, to the zip at the front of my dress, which he started to pull down.
Very, very slowly he unzipped me until I was completely naked, fully exposed to this man, my tits and bald wet cunt on show to him as I leant back against the door, the same door my boyfriend was asleep on the other side of.
His big hand started to grope at my tit, and he leant his head in and we started to kiss for the first time. I was rubbing gently at his cock as we kissed. I allowed my dress to fall off my shoulders to the floor, leaving me completely naked. I could feel how hard he was and it brought back the lovely feelings last night of how big he felt inside me.
Eventually, I took his hand and whispered for him to follow me. I left the dress on the floor and led him back downstairs, naked. We walked into the living room where I turned and kissed him again but as I did so I was undoing his jeans, eventually pulling out his thick married cock. "Sit down you," I said to him with a smile as I gently pushed him so he fell back into a seated position on the sofa, his trousers round his ankles, his nice cock erect on show. I dropped to my knees and slid his trousers off his feet, then leant in between his legs and started to just gently kiss his cock as I looked at him with a devilish grin.
"What's your wife doing right now?" I asked him, with a smile, as I softly kissed his hard cock.
"Fuck knows, she's probably asleep, it's late," he replied.
Another long slow lick up his shaft.
"Poor woman, alone in bed, while you're here with me," I grinned.
"Trust me, I'm much happier here with you," he smiled.
"Mmmmm thank you, I'm glad you are too," I said as I stroked it affectionately, kissing the tip.
He stroked my hair.
"Does she look as good as me with your cock on her lips?" I asked with a pout.
He smiled and shook his head "I've never known anyone to look as good as you with my cock on their lips, especially her."
