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Friday 1
st
April

Dearest, it is afternoon as I write so ‘April Fool’ doesn’t apply...

I’m not sure if you’ve ever wanted to have sex with a man. Many people believe that every human being is bisexual; we know I am, but I’m not sure about you. Maybe it’s different because penetration is involved, maybe it’s not the same, or maybe you don’t fancy a man fucking you? I know you enjoy the strap-on when I use it on you, darling, do you remember the last time?

Imagine what it would be like if you went onto the common and did what many of the men we know do for amusement!

I’d follow you at a safe distance, recording your every move on camera for replay to our hearts’ content.

Perhaps you could go ‘cruising’ amongst the trees, curious to see what is going on, perhaps you’ll find two men sitting in the undergrowth, one of them slowly rubbing his small cock. You’ll ask if he needs any assistance and wasting no time, dropping your trousers, you crouch, masturbating him whilst he fingers your arse.

Taking his cock into your mouth, you give him a blowjob, while he continues his ministrations until you are so horny, you actually beg him to sodomise you. He indicates that he wants you doggy and silently fucks you; I’m shocked watching because you seem to enjoy having his cock inside your arse. After what seems like an extraordinarily short time he comes inside you, simultaneously you ejaculate, I watch the semen fire out of you redundant onto the forest floor, and as he pulls out I see his cum running out of your arse.

And it’s so much better than my wildest fantasies.

I carry on filming even though I am desperate to come too.

As you recover, the other man shows you his erection, slowly stroking his cock, I’m amazed to see you raise yourself up again into doggy position and invite entry; he comes after a few swift thrusts, partially inside you, spraying the rest over your arse. I film that too, my hands shaking with lust.

You discover that as well as being a cuckold you also rather like a man arse fucking you.

I don’t mind, darling, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.

Maybe we should actually try it one day.

Tuesday 26
th
April

My Love... Should we go on holiday again soon? Do you remember the last time, darling? I know I shouldn’t have left you to go sightseeing alone, but I felt so unwell, I suppose it may have been jet lag but never having had it, I can’t be sure. They were so kind to me at the hotel dearest. Did I tell you about them?

After you’d left for the day, I had a lovely sleep. Genuinely quite pleased not to be taking the coach; I’d had enough of travelling for a while. I know you mean well, darling, but sometimes I question your need to fill every waking hour with endless activity. I felt somewhat refreshed when I woke up, so I called down and asked them to send me a masseuse. I know you don’t mind my spending your money, darling, and anyway, it was a steal, so very cheap. Unbelievable! Though I wasn’t to know it when I booked, my masseuse was male.

I’m sure you’re delighted that I’m telling you now, although I suspect you knew that something had gone on in your absence because you came back to find me sprawled on our bed glowing and spent. Surely you didn’t put my languid mood down to jet lag, darling?

He turned up! An Adonis! I was captivated. He ushered me to the long bench-like seats on the veranda, under the shade of those enormous kite shaped parasol type things, I can never remember what they’re called, but they were so vast they sheltered the whole area of our terrace.

He laid me face down on the soft sheets and went to work on my body, my darling; I do wish you could massage me that way. Superb! He started with my back and shoulders...

***

I had to stop writing for a while, putting down the words made me feel so horny, I needed to slip my fingers into my panties and bring myself to a rapid but satisfying orgasm. I’ll return to the day of the masseuse later. While fingering myself, my mind worked overtime, I remembered so many things that I want to tell you, I’m not quite sure which part of my colourful and varied sex life to share with you next.

It occurs to me that I might be a sex addict, but you don’t mind do you, darling? After all, I’m in excellent company. When I think about all the famous men who have come out as sex addicts, I don’t feel so guilty; nevertheless, I can’t think of a high profile actress who has admitted the same addiction, alcohol and drugs yes – sex – no! Isn’t it strange, darling, that admission to drug and drink addiction is seemingly more acceptable than an addiction to sex, especially for women? Yet again, I digress, where was I? O yes, with the masseuse, later, darling, later.

As the flush of orgasm left my body, I remembered about the time I picked up a complete stranger at work. Do you remember him? I simply cannot, for the life of me, remember his name, no matter how long I wrack my brains (maybe they’ve been fucked out of my head, darling) I cannot remember anything except what we did that afternoon.

I invited him back for the ubiquitous and euphemistic coffee. As soon as I got him inside the front door, I dropped to my knees, freed his cock from his trousers, and gave him a blowjob whilst still in the hallway. He ejaculated into my mouth extremely swiftly, after which I led him into the lounge, sat on the sofa, spread my legs, pulled my panties to one side, and said.

“My turn now.”

He obliged a bit grudgingly I thought. I discovered that he was well up for being serviced by me, but wasn’t much interested in returning the favour. Still, we had a prolonged session that afternoon before I kicked him out because I wanted an early night. As you know, darling, I simply must have my beauty sleep, how else would I keep you and all the others interested?

Talking of which, I must stop now, I’ll write again soon.

Thursday 12
th
May

My Darling, Husband... I was thinking about that time you mentioned when you were in your teens and feeling pissed off went to the cinema, which you told me was almost empty. You sat at the back, looking forward to watching the film when all of a sudden an old man sat next to you, placing his raincoat across his lap.

You told me that you felt scared but continued to watch the film, after a little while his hand landed on your knee, he had unzipped his fly, inviting you to play with his cock, which you did, and enjoyed it (much to your surprise). Your cock hardened, and he whispered to you to follow him out, but you didn’t go that far, being afraid of what he might want to do, but I know that you gave yourself a fabulous wank later that night while fingering your arsehole.

Maybe you wanted his cock inside you, darling?

***

You know that I’m always in need of a decent, hard fuck, and although I look classy and respectable to most people, you and I know that I’m truly a filthy slut who wants nothing more than at least one hard cock inside me to satisfy my needs. You also know that I have a thing about strangers and how fond I am of being fucked by people I’ve never met before. It could be anywhere while out walking, during an evening out, on the train while on holiday with the help, you know me, darling. Anyone, anywhere and virtually any time!

I like fantasising about the car breaking down along a deserted country road, on a perfect hot day in summer, no mobile signal, no houses for miles (just like a film) in the middle of nowhere and utterly alone.

In my fantasy, I get out to see if there’s anything I can do when I hear a car approaching. I wave it down. The vehicle slows, and I see a man on his own; he pulls his car in behind mine, gets out and asks me to open the bonnet, while I’m bending over to reach for the lever, I hear him behind me.

“You’re a tasty looking piece,” he says.

I lift up the bonnet and fix it open, the heat from the engine rises to meet my face, the heat in my cunt trickling onto my thighs.

The oily smell assails my nostrils mixing with the musky aroma of my cunt, which fills the muggy air around me.

I know that I should feel threatened, and even in my daydream, I know I should try to move away, but the slut in me stays put, rooted to the spot, awaiting the action that’s sure to follow his words.

As expected, he runs his hands up my bare legs, I part them, aiding his progress, and his fingers reach my panties. I feel him move the lacy morsel to one side, he slips his fingers into me, I remain still, keeping my balance, my hands on the edge of the engine casing, while he's pressing on the inner wall of my cunt with at least two fingers, perspiration drips from my forehead and sizzles. Eventually, and much to my delight, he moves from my cunt to my arse, lightly resting a digit against my puckered hole, and bending, probes my arse with his tongue while his fingers move back to my cunt; I am so wet, he’s drenched with my juices.

He pulls away and lunges me forward, pushing my head further beneath the open bonnet, the residual heat from the engine rising to meet my face again, matching the heat in my cunt. I feel his cock hard against me for an appetising millisecond before he enters my tight arsehole. It hurts, and I cry out but he ignores me, savagely buggering me, and I love it, basking in the pain ripping through me.

Suddenly he pulls out, roughly turning me to face him.

“On your knees, whore, get down onto your knees and suck it!” he demands.

I do as I’m told; the gravel of the lay-by viciously cuts into my legs.

Squirming, my anus gaping from his invasion, my cunt sodden with juice, the whore in me thrills with delight as he clutches hold of a brutal fist of my hair and thrusts his cock into my mouth, fucking my face as hard as he can, forcing his cock deep into my throat, as far as I can take it.

Gagging initially, eventually I manage to deep throat him and all the time he fucks me, he calls me names.

“Whore, bitch, filthy stupid cow, slut, fucking slut.” He’s gasping, and my cunt is throbbing, my mouth on fire as he moves hard in and out, and I finger my clit as he increases the pace of his thrusts jabbing into the back of my throat.

I feel my orgasm approaching. Excitement mounting with every filthy name he calls me. I’m breathing hard through my nose, his use of me feels exquisite, I’m lost somewhere in another world, my moans stifled by the mouthful of hard, relentless cock, it feels so fucking brilliant, and I come as his ejaculate spurts into the back of my throat. I swallow it down in one gulp.

I’m getting wet writing these words to you now, a deep throb building inside me and I wish someone was here at this very moment to fuck my face, to fuck my face hard.

My own, darling, after writing this to you today I can’t wait until you come home tonight. I need to feel you inside me, first my cunt, followed by my mouth and finally my eager tight little arsehole, just say the word, and I’ll be whatever you want.

Wednesday 18
th
May

Dearest... Shall I tell you about what happened when we had a new bathroom fitted? The fitter was nearer my age than yours (just the way you like them) and worked alone most days.

While he worked, I made him several cups of tea and fed him cakes and biscuits. You know what I’m like, but I wasn’t just indulging my usual flirtatious, whoresome behaviour, he was good company and I spent a lot of time chatting to him. He had a smutty sense of humour, which, as you know, I adore! I was visibly panting for him from day one, he knew it, and I knew it.

There was an aroma clinging to the sexual tension in the house while he worked, and I rarely went out when he was here, preferring to be nearby inhaling the charged air, my senses fizzing and sizzling with anticipation.

One day, about halfway through the job, I was at the sink rinsing the breakfast things when he came into the kitchen.

“I’d love another cuppa!” he said.

“I’ll put the kettle on,” I replied, without turning to face him.

As I had hoped, he came over and stood close behind me. At first, I remained still and feeling his cock through the denim of my jeans I wiggled a little in encouragement leaning back into him thrilled that he stayed pressed hard against me.

“You’ve got a cracking arse,” he said.

“Thank you.” I wiggled again and teasingly moved away.

Dearest husband, if you think back to the time we had the bathroom redone, you’ll remember the rampant sex you and I had every night following the days that the fitter was in the house, I was so horny, I serviced you far more often than usual. You didn’t mind though did you, darling?

The day after the kitchen sink episode, I decided to wear a skirt, dressing carefully, I was ready by the time he turned up for work, and I made him a cup of tea as soon as he arrived.

“I’ll bring it up when it’s ready,” I said.

As promised, I took his tea upstairs where I found him fiddling around with the pipes at floor level. I deliberately stood too close, placing the tea on the windowsill above his head.

“Don’t let it get cold,” I told him, turning to make my way past him again.

“Wait,” he said.

I paused perfectly giving him a direct view up my skirt as I’d hoped he reached out and began fondling my legs.

“I’m rampant!” he said with a laugh.

I parted my legs a little more, allowing him to trace his hands over my thighs and arse, fondling me through my panties. After a couple of minutes and much to my disappointment, he stopped.

“Lovely! I’ll see you at lunchtime.”

Hiding the fact that I felt pretty damn annoyed, I returned downstairs. So much for thinking I was irresistible. I sulked for the rest of the morning, idling the time away, not bothering with my usual ‘tea lady’ service.

At midday, he put his head around the living room door.

“Fancy coming out for lunch?” he asked, winking.

I brightened up immediately, he had the power to make me feel brilliant or shitty, there didn’t seem to be any in-between, I guessed that I was infatuated but willed myself to calm down.

“Better not, it might cause issues if we’re seen,” I replied, appearing nonchalant, flicking through one of my magazines.

“Shame,” he said.

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