A Wild Diary
Last month I did something I'm not very proud of. By accident I came across my wife's diary and I read it. I didn't know she kept one and since she hadn't told me about it I knew I shouldn't read it, but the temptation was too great. What I read changed my life forever. She had been cheating on me for a long time and not just with one guy, but many. The entries were very detailed and many times she complained many times I wasn't satisfying her at all in bed. There were also numberous entries where she weighed the pros and cons of getting a divorce. I was stunned.
I knew things between us weren't the best, I got a promotion at work last year and I've been away from home a lot, but I didn't know she was so unhappy. As I kept reading I couldn't believe the things she'd done, and the guys. Some entries were about fucking my friends; others were about meeting random men through an online dating service. I started out browsing the events of the last few days but ended up reading the whole thing cover to cover, the entire time my hands and body were shaking from disbelief of her betrayals and what a fool she'd made of me.
Jean and I have always had a less than spectacular sex life, but she's always pretended to be shy and uninterested in doing anything kinky. I can say 'pretend' now because that's obviously what she'd been doing. In her diary she described how her infidelities had progressed to having threesomes with two guys at the same time and involved double penetration. She went into details about how it hurt and felt good at the same time. The last pair fucked her ass so hard she wrote that it felt weird going to the bathroom for days. One of the guys had a huge cock and it had stretched her butt to new limits.
The image of my pretty little wife getting used like a whore haunted my dreams. It was equally disturbing (and eerily arousing) to know she had enjoyed it and was the one to initiate the encounters. I don't know how many times I've begged her to let me fuck her in the ass and gotten turned down.
I didn't tell her I'd read her diary right away. It was hard to mask my anger, but I wanted to see first hand the level of deception she displayed in our normal routine. It was like my world was collapsing around me and I was two people, one the normal husband who didn't know what she was up to, and another, the guy fully aware of what was going on and unable to decide what to do about it.
I've never been very good with confrontations and after a week of carefully scrutinizing my wife's behavior I convinced myself I might be overreacting. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I'm not proud of what I did, but I installed a hidden camera in our bedroom to find out for sure. What it revealed was equally interesting.
She wasn't cheating on me. Her diary entries were total fabrications. For an entire week she was experimenting with vibrators and dildos on our bed, sometimes using two at once, one in her ass and another in her pussy. She didn't update her diary every day, but the first new entry was an elaborate description of a threesome with two guys.
It was an amazing relief, but I was faced with a new problem. Our marriage was still in serious trouble. Despite remaining faithful (and being a very good writer), Jean was not satisfied with our current sex life. I weighed my options and decided to come clean about reading her diary. I told her I realized they were fantasies but was concerned about how unhappy she seemed. I didn't tell her about the camera.
She was very embarrassed and said she was writing the diary as an idea for a book. She thought a series of sex stories would have a better chance of getting published and tried to underplay the stuff about not being satisfied in our relationship. It wasn't convincing, and instead of letting her off the hook I thought I'd rock her world.
I offered to make her fantasy about fucking two guys at the same time come true, just as long as I got to be one of the guys. I've never seen Jean look so puzzled in all my life. It wasn't something I'd ever have considered before reading her diary, but the time I spent worrying she was cheating on me changed my perspective. I'm willing to do anything to keep Jean happy. I don't know what I'd do without her.
She thought it over for a few weeks and I know she didn't have to vent about a poor sex life in that time. It was like she became a new woman in our bed and I finally got to fuck her in ways I've only dreamed about. Eventually she accepted my proposal about a threesome and as promised, I went through with it.
We found a guy on an Internet dating site just like the entries in her diary. It was easier than she'd imagined. It made me very jealous to watch her get fucked by another guy, but the reward of having her fantasy fulfilled was worth it. I can't say I liked double penetrating her though. It was a little queer. The other guy's balls kept slapping against mine while we fucked her. I was equally happy to find out Jean didn't like it as much as she'd thought she would. It was just too much cock for her. The best way to dispel a fantasy is to play it out.
Jean and I have never been happier. I hope all your readers enjoy my story, it's the wildest chain of events that's ever happened to me, that's for sure. Jean is still writing her book but I told her to keep it under lock and key from now on. I don't know if I could handle reading it again. I'm glad everything turned out the way it did, but some things are best left undiscovered.
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