Secret diary for my wife

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Loved your response - motivates us to reveal few more dirty secrets. 
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"Read ..."  I gave her my diary. It was one of the many erotica I wrote for her. 
"Shall we ? ..." she kept reading agape and slid my hands inside her dress, she was already wet and I didn't need a verbal answer. That night we fucked for two hours. 

The next evening I dressed like a chauffeur. She wore a backless single piece, holding her purse and with certain elegance got inside the car. The heels she wore had a magical effect on the hips, they looked revealing and luscious. As I was riding her to the Pub we were mostly quiet. Breaking the silence, I asked "Take out your pantie and give it to me..." This was not part of the script, but she reluctantly did ! As I rubbed my fingers on that thin cloth and kept it in the front compartment, I could smell and feel her wetness.

In the Bar, I sat quietly in the corner. After a long wait I got a signal. 

Opening the doors like an obedient and perfect Chauffeur I let the three inside. A tall guy, must be in twenties - probably French sneaked with a short but energetic man. They were neatly dressed and one of them wore must, I couldn't tell which one. As I drove them back to the house, I cheated for few glimpses from the rear mirror. I had split second views of their hands on her thighs, the soft sounds on kissing the French and the short one sniffing her neck. The strongest memory is of the two hands sneaking into her pantie less dress, and her moaning.

She looked in hurry, as we came back to our place. She pointed her fingers at me, "He will be here - just in emergency, I need some security ! He will drop you when this is over" She kept a $50 tip on the table and the three went behind the closed door.

I rushed to the next room and on the giant screen - had an incredibly good view of my wife the two chosen and the dimply lit bed.

She was rhythmically moving with the French locked in each other's arms, they kissed passionately, the smaller came from her back - joining the dance. She then turned her head without leaving the French to kiss him. The room was getting hotter. The bodies came closer as their hands slid inside her dress. Her thighs, ass and her neck were being explored slowly yet passionately. 

She knelt, and undid their pants. Looking at the camera in a kinky way - without letting the two men know, she took two shafts in her hand. She let me have a good watch. A thick long beautiful cock and an average stout one. I never say my wife eating someone else - I am guilty but the helplessness made me hard. I wanted to masturbate, but waited for more.

they then gently lay her on the bed. The tall guy undressed her I am sure she was dying to touch him. The smaller one took her heels out. The French came on top of her, moving his lips on her neck,  slowly to her breasts, navel and the thighs. Her hands moved around his hairs to his back, she would do this to me when she is deeply in the act. As the two rubbed their bodies on each other - no wonder my intuition about the instant chemistry at the pub was real. It wasn't obviously visible still I could imagine his cock rubbing on to my wife's soft assets. She longed for it. The shorter one sat next to them acknowledging the intimate time they both needed.

They agreed to change the position as she could not wait anymore. Sitting on top of his big strong torso she took the hard-wet cock in her hands. Playing with it for a while, she rubbed it on her clit and took it inside. I was close to shiver, my cock about to explode like in a wet dream, but her sweet moans made me realize it's a reality. Her long hairs were all over his body - I knew how he must be feeling. The feeling, the smell of her hairs and her passion was familiar, just that I wasn't the part. As she satisfied her nasty desires, I felt the time stopped and they fucked for ages. Watching my wife taken over by her chosen lovers had an overwhelming feeling. 

Their bodies instantly connected like those of teenage lovers, they now started moving fast, as they fucked , he smeared his hands on her breasts, momentarily sucking the juices out of her nipples. She moaned, this time so loud that I didn't need the headphones, the voices came directly from the other room. 

The shorty could not do much but sit next caressing her buttocks and the back, but not completely out of action. Probably she wanted to involve him now, she caught him and started stroking his flaccid cock. "Come inside me ...."..
She guided him to her second hole.

My guess was right. 
Poring tons of oil on his short cock, the shorty started pushing inside her ass. Her screams turned to heavy groans. I could easily make out when exactly he went inside. It was the moment after which they monetarily  paused. They then slowly started moving again. The beautiful site of my wife's hole being savored was so intense that I had an orgasm inside my underwear - surprisingly without touching myself. This was an experience I never ever had - except in wet dreams. They kept fucking for a long time, but as I was done, I just kept watching them mesmerized.

After it was over, I had to drop them. They talked sweet dirty stuff on the way asking me questions but I convinced them that secrecy was a part of my driving job. On the way back to my home I stopped my car at a lonely place. I took out her pantie from the car case and went to the rear seat. The must scent of the boys, blended with the staunch smell of her juices took me to a mind trip of what all that happened. I jerked off for the second time - those scenes would never go out of my head.

I drove back to my dead asleep wife and kept thinking of the diary. Want to know whats more in there ? Then comment !! 

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