Owned For a Week

Last June, Dave, L's first and most frequent lover, called to see if our
lives still contained as much "adventure" as when we all lived in the
same city. Relocation had its benefits for us, but moving away from Dave
wasn't one of them. To be honest, L and I had been so caught up in new
jobs that sex was almost as routine as during our pre-hotwifing days. In
fact, by coincidence, L and I were about to burst with the need for
another adventure. But where to turn in a city where we had not ventured
out into the social scene at all, aside from work?

Typically, when L and I go too long without scratching our more exotic
itches, repressing those itches leads us into more extreme territory.
Abstaining tends to magnify our submissive sides - L's desire to be
controlled and manhandled during sex, and mine to be powerd to watch her
taken in ways I have no power to control or prevent. Dave's call could
not have been more serendipitous. His offer, to L, was to have her visit
as his guest, for one week. Actually, his description was to "own her"
for an entire week. Her sub side would submit to his Dom side in every
way, and, as an added bonus, he claimed he could make her a "new woman",
whatever that meant. Again, the stars were right, as L was transitioning
to a new job and would have two weeks free between the old and new. L
flip-flopped for a while, but after many nights of discussion in and out
of our bed, she decided, almost at the last minute, to go.

Neither L nor I believed she would return an insatiable slut, or
hopelessly enslaved to Dave as a hard-core mind-altered submissive. But
we know Dave is both intelligent and cunning in a very subtle,
sophisticated way. L is still very taken with him, and he and I have a
long-time respectful relationship. There was just enough concern to make
things interesting, and maybe a bit edgy as well. What can I say - we
both really, really needed this.

But really, what's in this for me? It's this very question I put to L,
knowing she'd be sympathetic and possibly reconsider. Her bargaining chip
was a written account, a diary kept just for me, detailing her activities
and honest emotions each day. I was stunned, and salivating at the chance
to read, in her own words, a permisteral "confession" to her husband of
everything she thought and did while giving herself completely to another
man for the week. Maybe I was thinking with the wrong head, but I agreed
instantly.

What follows is that very diary. With a few exceptions, the words are
hers. By her request, I've removed and rearranged a few lines here and
there, mostly because L thought they may identify someone involved, but
also a few very private thoughts L wasn't comfortable sharing. We've been
back and forth about this for months, whether I should make any of it
public, even after repeated editing to L's satisfaction. She's finally
graciously agreed to let me post it here. While there were some things L
found too permisteral to share, it's a candid snapshot of the days she was
owned for a week, thanks to my sexy little L.

Enjoy.



Day 1 - Saturday

Dave met me at the airport, as promised. He was tanned and handsome, even
more so than I remembered. I did remember his kiss, but, I wasn't
prepared to be kissed like that in public. Did anyone see us? Oh, I did
love his hands on my butt though. I was so excited! I couldn't help it.

We stopped for lunch on the way. He ordered me a glass of wine and made
me take it. Much too early in the day for me, and I got really tipsy. By
the end of our lunch, he asked me if I had been thinking about sex with
him. I said yes. He asked me if I would get on my knees under the table
and suck him. I told him no, of course not, not in public. When he
laughed, I was sure someone must have heard. He asked me to go to the
ladies room, take off my panties, and bring them back to him. I told him
I would, and did it. He made me put my panties on the table, and when the
waiter saw them I almost died. We left them there for the waiter. I
wonder what he thought of me? That I was Dave's girlfriend or wife? Or a
prostitute? I can never go back there. No way.

We went shopping after lunch. I was afraid someone I knew might see us at
the mall, but no one did, I hope. He picked out clothes in three or four
stores and asked me to try them on and model them for him. I wondered
what the sales clerks thought because he definitely acted like my
husband, except he touched me a lot every time I modeled the clothes for
him. Just stroking and admiring the clothes, but still it was very
permisteral, like we were a couple. I felt both flattered and uncomfortable
having strangers think we were a couple. It was nice in a way, and
exciting thinking about what others would think if they knew. Still,
knowing you were back home thinking about me, maybe worrying a little,
made me feel strange, like having two husbands for different reamisters, and
feeling a little selfish and a little guilty. We never bought any of the
clothes. He just wanted to show me off in public, I think, paw me a
little, and maybe make me feel like we were a couple. It worked though,
at least for a while. You know I've always felt safe with him, and I've
always been attracted to him physically, so it was easy to play along and
do what he wanted me to do. Still, it was always in the back of my mind
that someone I knew might see us. I guess even that was a little
exciting. You know how I am about "getting caught" in public, both good
and bad sides of it.

Back at his house he showed me my room. It's on the second floor, down
the hall from his bedroom. I think you'd remember it, the same room where
he and I had sex at the first party we went to. It looks much different
in the daylight. There are tall windows and lots of sun which makes the
room very bright. It's really very comfortable and relaxing, with a large
bed and closet and a spotless bathroom and shower. I can look down at the
pool in his back yard from the windows. I'm sure you remember that pool!
Funny how normal it all looks in the daytime without lots of people
around.

Just when I was feeling really comfortable and thought I'd have some
private time to relax and adjust, Dave asked for my bag and told me I
wouldn't need it. I handed it over, wondering what he would want me to
wear the rest of the week. Maybe he had already bought some clothes for
me, and was a little afraid I might have to go out in public in them.
Then he asked me to undress, and to give him my clothes. It surprised me,
but he's seen me before. But still, it was embarrassing for some reamister,
I think because it was in broad daylight, and because I wasn't expecting
it in such a cold, sterile way. He took my clothes and told me to take
some time to settle in. After he left, I realized I didn't have a thing
to unpack, and wasn't sure how to settle in. Then I realized I was
standing stark naked in front of a row of windows with no curtains where
anyone might see me. If you remember, his back yard is wooded and
private, but I could see a few of his neighbor's windows through the
trees. I wondered if they had seen things here before, and if they knew
to watch. If he wants to show me off for the week, he really is doing it.

I wrapped up in the comforter on the bed and napped for a while. I was
tired from the flight, the wine, and our shopping trip, and it was the
only way to keep the neighbors from peeping at me.

Dave woke me for dinner, and I followed him downstairs to eat. It was
embarrassing to be nude walking around in his house. I didn't know what
he wanted, but it was a strangely normal dinner. We just chatted and ate
like I was completely dressed. Except I was painfully aware I wasn't, and
have to admit I was a little excited being naked with him. It was just
the unknown that scared me a little. He's just so charming. I had
forgotten how that made me feel. Looking into his eyes across the table
as he talked really got to me. And I was naked too. I have to confess, I
really wanted him. I was sure that would happen before the night was
over, and that made me want him even more.

When the doorbell rang, I jumped up to go upstairs, but he took my hand
and went to the door instead. I was terrified. It was getting too weird
too fast. I was shaking and tried to hide behind him when he opened the
door. Rick was standing there in the open door, sexy as always in his
black beard. He really looked me over, then gave me a big hug. This was
too much. Two men who I had had sex with before, right there, with me
totally naked. I wasn't sure I wanted things to go this fast. I guess I
was still shaking, still embarrassed, probably blushing, and still
aroused at what might happen. I'm sure it showed.

We sat and talked for a while, about all kinds of things, even you, but
not a word about sex. Rick kept staring at my body and I tried not to be
embarrassed. I knew he could tell I was excited, but he never approached
me or brought up sex. He just stared at me and talked. Dave too. It was
uncomfortably weird. I just wasn't sure what to do or how to act. Dave
smiled at me a lot, and I think he knew how I felt. I'd bet he wanted it
that way. It was frustrating and tiring, and in a way I was glad when
Rick left if we weren't going to relax together. He kissed me goodbye on
the cheek. God, I wanted him so much. Sorry Don, but I did. I would have
done just about anything to have sex with him. And after he left I was a
little reluctant to go to bed with Dave, which I was sure would happen. I
don't know why. I really wanted sex, and Dave is a wonderful lover, but
Rick just hits all my buttons. But of course you know that. All that
black hair and the beard, and his sexy thighs and butt. Just kidding you
a little! Are you jealous yet?

To make a strange night even stranger, Dave showed me to my room and told
me to get a good night's relax. So here I am, huddled under the covers,
writing to you. God, I'm so horny. I wish you were here. Don't you? Ha
ha. I love teasing you. But you can relax honey. I haven't fucked either
of these sexy men's big hard cocks. Yet.
(see? I can talk dirty when I'm really, really horney!)

Love,

L



Day 2 - Sunday

I got up early today. The room is really bright in the morning because of
these huge windows, and Dave was standing in the doorway watching me
relax. I noticed last night that my room doesn't have a door. I'm not
sure if Dave removed it for my visit, but I know there was one when we
were here before. I remember asking him to close it so his friends didn't
walk in on us. It's clear he doesn't want me to have any privacy, which
must be a hint of what's to come. It's strange in a way, being watched
any time he wants, but kind of exciting too. I suppose if he owns me he
gets to watch me any time he wants. I have to admit that giving up my
privacy to him is a start. Guess I'm giving in to him already, and liking
it.

We showered together, which I loved. Even at his age, he's in great
shape, lean and hard to touch. He played with me, but wouldn't let me
come. I tried teasing him the same way, thinking he wouldn't last long
and would want to go back to the bed and have sex. Don, I was so excited,
playing with his erection, looking at it get so hard in the daylight.
I've never had a chance to see it and play with it in the light before,
and was surprised how big it seemed. I know I've always told you that
he's about the same size as you, and I think you've seen him at least a
few times from a distance when you've watched us. Maybe he just looked so
big because I was so horney for him. Hope you take that the right way,
but I really wanted all of it inside me.

Well, the shower was just frustrating. Neither of us came or had sex, not
because of me, but because he wouldn't. Believe me, I tried. When he
dried me off I found out why. He told me that he wanted to shave me. You
know how much I hate that, but he didn't ask. He ordered me. We went to
the bed and he put a towel under me, told me to spread my legs, and he
shaved me right there. He kept telling me how pretty I looked down there
when I was excited. All I could think about was whether anyone could see
us through the open windows.

Finally, after he was done, he played with me with his fingers until I
came. He made me say things before he would let me come, Don. He made me
say I'm his now, not yours, and that while I'm here, I'm not married to
you, I'm his woman. I'm sorry, but I was so horney I'm afraid I told him
anything he wanted to hear. So, I guess I'm all his for the week, his
woman so to speak. Does that make you excited, or jealous? I felt like I
was betraying you, but excited at the same time. It's hard to explain.
After all this, he made me give him my wedding rings. He put them on a
gold chain and said I should wear it around my neck for the week as a
reminder that I'm not your wife while I'm in his house, that I can wear
them again when I come home. It's so dark and disturbing, but giving in
to him just feels wonderful.

We spent the day relaxing, hanging out by the pool, and talking a lot.
Every time I asked him if he was going to give me something to wear, he
just smiled that smile of his. You know the one, the one I can't resist.
Spending the day naked and shaved was uncomfortable for me. I just can't
get over walking around showing everything, I guess. Plus, I had to be
careful of sunburn outside. I am still very sensitive down there.

He wanted to talk about oral sex a lot, about why I don't particularly
like doing it, and about how often I do it for you. Of course you know
all that, how my jaw gets sore if you take too long, and how semen makes
me gag. Well, the talk led to me trying it with him. He made me do it
slowly, and told me I didn't have to make him come, to just relax and
give him pleasure. It was very nice, very erotic. He finally came while I
was licking him, and very little went in my mouth, so I didn't gag -
much. He did tell me to swallow it if I could, so I did manage to do
that. I suppose it didn't seem like such a chore when I knew I didn't
have to make him come, and it was very erotic kneeling between his legs
using my mouth to excite him slowly, at my own pace. I have to admit that
being told to do it in broad daylight, on my knees between his legs with
no clothes was both disturbing and exciting at the same time. After he
came he asked me if I like being so submissive. I told him I did.

He barbecued steaks for dinner and we ate outside on his patio. It was
delicious. I haven't had a steak in a long time, and it really hit the
spot. He wanted oral sex again for desert, and we did that outside too.
Again, I felt very exposed and wondered if his neighbors could see us,
but that became exciting too after a while. He told me to think about men
watching me, masturbating while they watch, that I was beautiful and that
they would come thinking of having sex with me. He fed me strawberries
while I sucked him, and gave me little sips of champagne when I wanted to
take a break. It seemed like hours until he came, but I have to confess I
enjoyed it. Again, it was slow and very erotic, but at the same time felt
like I was "servicing" him for the second time today. I really started to
feel owned by him today.

We watched a movie after dinner and he played with me on the sofa until I
thought I would explode. He finally took me to his bedroom and made me
suck him again as he lay naked on the bed. After more champagne I was a
lot more aggressive I suppose, and wanted to show him how soon I could
make him come. It didn't take long, and he came unexpectedly in my mouth,
so I did gag some, and couldn't swallow all of it, but began to see how
it can be enjoyable. It was both empowering and degrading at the same
time, if that makes sense. For my reward, he licked me until I came right
there on his bed. It was wonderful, one of the most intense orgasms I can
remember having. Again, I really felt I was not just his woman, but his
property, I guess. More than anything I wanted to relax with him, but he
sent me back here to my room to spend the night. Very strange. After two
days we still haven't had actual sex. God, I have to tell you, I really
really want it.

Love,

L


Day 3 - Monday

We went shopping again today. At first I thought he only wanted to take
me out in public again, that he could make people believe we were a
couple, or married I suppose. I spent the morning trying on negligees and
skimpy underwear, trying to model for him without being seen by other
customers. I'm not sure if anyone saw me or not. I tried to be so
careful, but honestly, the risk of being seen was exciting, even if I was
stressed the whole time. This time Dave bought a lot of what I tried on.
The younger salesgirls gave us these smiles, like they got a kick out of
seeing a husband buy so many revealing outfits for his wife. It was funny
that they were so clueless about us, but in a way, I felt closer to Dave
than ever playing his wife. I knew they saw my rings on the chain around
my neck, and wondered if they could ever guess why they weren't on my
finger. Then I would think of you waiting for me back home, and it all
felt so perverted, letting myself slip into the role of his wife. Yet,
even that made it even more exciting. I was really the "bad girl", even
if I'm still conflicted about it.

I know this will drive you crazy, but Dave spent this evening taking
pictures of me in and out of the new negligees. We stopped now and then,
and I took him in my mouth and sucked him when he asked. I felt so dirty,
taking his penis in my mouth, then posing for him, over and over, all the
while afraid that his neighbors might be watching through these big
windows in my room. But in the back of my mind, every minute, I wanted
him to fuck me. I really, really wanted to be ravaged. He came in my
mouth instead, and left me here in my bed, alone. I've never, ever been
this horney. If only you were here in my bed. But which "husband" do I
really want tonight? When you read this, I'll let you guess.

Love,

L

Day 4 - Tuesday

Dave had to work today, so Rick showed up to spend the day with me. When
he told me to follow him to his car I put my foot down. No way I was
going outside naked, and I had no idea where we were going. He laughed at
me and went to his car to get a shopping bag, a dress he had bought for
me. I think they both got a kick out of watching me put it on. Funny, I
thought most men would rather see me take my clothes off. Everything's
upside-down here. Rick teased me about going barefooted in his nice new
dress, and I told him Dave had taken everything I came with, even my
shoes. "Well, we'll have to find you some shoes then," he told me with
that big sexy grin of his.

I really had not counted on how embarrassing shoe shopping can be when
you're naked under a light summer dress. Out in the sunlight it didn't
hide much, but no one seemed to notice on the street. In the store the
sales girl noticed and just smiled, but the manager kept staring and even
tried to look up my dress when he walked by. He was kind of cute, but the
whole thing was too humiliating for me to appreciate his interest. I just
wanted to get out of there. I picked a pair of white sandals, tried them
on, and was ready to go. Rick spoke to the manager like he knew him when
he paid at the register, and when I asked later he said he was a former
client. Ugh! How embarrassing!

We stopped at a gym on the way to his place and I worried that he might
make me work out in my dress. Instead it was a boxing gym, and we watched
these sweaty guys punch each other in the face for an hour. I was bored
to tears and Rick didn't seem to care. Rick seemed to know everyone and
introduced me to all of them. Of course they all stared, probably right
through my dress. I've never felt so out of place in my life. I couldn't
help notice all the great bodies though. Some of these guys were
absolutely huge, all muscles and sweat. As much as I find boxing
repulsive, all that testosterone made me a little high I think. Still, I
was a little pissed that Rick would bring me here to dangle me in front
of these guys like a piece of meat. I wonder what he told them that I
didn't hear. I was really glad to leave after an hour. The stinky smell
and creepiness of the place stayed with me for a while. I just couldn't
shake it. But I couldn't shake thoughts of all those big sweaty bodies
either. I was surprised that it made me a little wet.

Anyway, Rick isn't who I thought he was. We had sex tonight at his place.
Rough sex. Nothing like when we did it at Dave's party. I called him
Master and Sir like he wanted, thinking it would be fun to submit to him.
He wanted much more after we started. It was like I flipped a switch.
Seriously intense insults like "dumb bitch" and "cheating whore". He
wanted me to beg him for anal sex. When I asked if I could suck him
instead, he refused. For some reamister I decided to play along and let him.
He didn't hurt me, but it wasn't exactly fun. I wasn't afraid of him, but
suddenly didn't know him. He made me say things during sex, like I wanted
him in my ass forever, and not to come because I deserved to be fucked
there for a long time. He wanted me to tell him how much better he was
than you, and how I loved him in my ass more than I ever liked sex with
you. I gave in and said it, but I'm sure I wasn't convincing.

After he came he was the Rick I knew right away, like the switch was
flipped again. Very charming and polite, and even apologized if he hurt
or scared me. When I finally admitted I didn't come, he wanted to watch
me masturbate. I did while he snuggled beside me and whispered dirty
things to me. He really has a thing for me being married. He kept telling
me I'm not your wife anymore, and that I belong to Dave now, and that
Dave gave me to him to use for the night. He wanted me to tell him he's
better than you in bed, and to promise that I'd never have sex with you
again after fucking him. I was exhausted, frustrated, horney, and
actually just wanted the night to be over, so I said everything he
wanted. He watched me come while he held me, but my orgasm was so
strange. As it began I felt the usual wave was about to break, but then
suddenly it fell apart and petered out. At its peak I felt like if I let
it happen something terrifying would happen, like stepping through a dark
doorway into, well, what, I don't know. I didn't tell him, of course. He
looked like he was proud of himself, like he made me come. I laid there
on the bed shaking as he stroked me with his fingers, not sure whether I
liked it or not, just in a confused trance I guess. Finally he drove me
back to Dave's place. I was so glad to be home (at least my temporary
home away from home). Guess that might upset you a little, but it's how I
feel tonight.

Love,

L


Day 5 - Wednesday

I was tired today, and Dave let me relax in. We talked about my day with
Rick and I confessed that I was both surprised and a little disappointed
that he had a darker side. He gave me his usual calm explanation that I
shouldn't judge Rick too harshly and that everyone (including me) has a
darker side. We talked about my emotions (good and bad) during sex with
Rick. He asked if I considered it a ****, and I said no, that I agreed to
it. He asked me if I considered it erotic, and I said no, that he pushed
me too far too hard. When Dave asked where I thought my limit was, I
couldn't answer. I'm really not sure anymore. Anyway, as he always does
after a long talk, he took the sting out the night's memories (but not
out my rear end - ouch!).

It's probably good that you won't know this until later, but Dave emailed
the pictures he took of me to some of the men he invited to a party
tonight. Don't worry, it wasn't an orgy. Dave wanted me to meet a few of
his friends he thought I'd find attractive. I guess I knew it might come
to this, but trusted him to know my limits. But again, I'm not sure what
those limits are anymore.

Before anyone arrived, I asked if I could wear my little blue dress
again. He smiled and said no. I told him I would not meet a room full of
strange men completely naked. I was really scared, hoping he wouldn't
make me do that. When he asked what I was afraid of, I didn't know what
to say. When he asked if I trusted him, I said yes, but I had some
private doubts at that point. Finally I just asked him, "Are you going to
make me stay naked in front of your friends?" He smiled and told me they
had already seen me naked in the pictures he sent. I guess he saw how
frightened I was. He held me and kissed me until I melted. Then he asked
if I would agree to a compromise. God, I wanted sex with him so much at
that moment. I wanted to feel safe with him. I wanted what I came for, to
have him inside me.

We showered together, and having his body against mine felt wonderful. I
think we must have kissed for hours in the shower, but no sex. He dried
me so softly, then shaved me on the bed again. I wasn't shy about showing
how wet I was for him, but it didn't do any good. When he licked me
between my legs a few times after he finished, I thought I'd die if he
didn't make me come, but he didn't. I feel like I've been on the edge of
a real orgasm from the first hour I saw him again, and he never gives me
any relief. I can't remember when I've been this frustrated.

Dave's compromise was a see-through bra and panties. I might as well have
been naked, but I guess it was better than nothing. He helped me into
them, then sat on my bed and watched me do my hair and makeup. I think he
liked what he saw because his erection was really obvious, even through
his pants. I was a little more relaxed, but tried not to think too much
about the minute I'd have to appear in front of his friends in my black
lace "compromise". I told myself it was really not much different than a
bikini at the beach. But I never wore a bikini this transparent. I was
getting more nervous as the party approached. He kept telling me how
beautiful I looked, and I relaxed a little. You know he has that effect
on me.

I was mortified when the first men arrived. I felt completely naked, but
had Dave beside me holding my hand. I think I may have left permanent
nail marks in his hand. Fortunately everyone was respectful and careful
not to frighten me. I guess I have Dave to thank for that. They did
stare, a lot. At first they were quick glances, then later after some
takes, no one cared how long they looked at my breasts or between my
legs. Some wanted to know why my husband would let me do this, and others
seemed to know about hotwifing, from experience with other wives I
guessed.

Honestly, after a while I liked them looking at me. Six handsome guys,
all staring at me, wanting me. After a while I thought, yes, I could get
used to this. I could probably have any one of them. And I did think of
you too, Don. I know how you like to see other men flirt with me. You've
just never seen a group of them do it when I'm in my underwear. You would
have been so excited. I would have loved to see the look on your face!

Then, just when I was sure I'd make it through the night without any more
nervousness, Dave told everyone I was fine with a little touching. I
froze, and saw then come toward me, all at once. This was my limit, and
fortunately Dave saw it and stepped in. He told them to take it easy,
that this was my first time. First time for what? Now I was scared again.
He took my hand again and asked one of the guys to come closer. He told
me they all thought I was beautiful, and asked me if they could caress me
lightly, just to feel how warm and soft my skin was. I think I felt this
was a turning point, and that I might somehow fail Dave and his special
week if I refused. So, I said yes. They took turns feeling me, Don.
Everywhere. Dave kept them out of my bra and panties, but I'm sure they
touched me everywhere else. The first touch was like an electric shock,
but after that, it wasn't so bad. They were careful and appreciative, and
each guy went for his special spot first. Dave turned the lights down,
and the others watched as each one stroked and massaged me. By the third
or fourth guy, I was enjoying it, and just closed my eyes and let them
explore. Near the end, Dave came up behind me, put his hands on my
shoulders, and whispered, "You're wet." It was meant for me, but I think
everyone could hear him. You could have heard a pin drop in the room.
When I opened my eyes they were all just staring at me. I was shaking and
panting. So embarrassed, but so glad I was able to do it. Dave looked so
satisfied and proud of me, and I was proud of myself for not wimping out
like a goody-two-shoes little girl.

Six men fondled me until I was wet and shaking tonight, Don. Honestly, I
wanted them to fuck me, all at once. Well, in my dreams, anyway. Would
you give me to six guys at once, Don? Am I a "bad girl" now? And by the
way, Dave finally fucked me after they left. It was delicious.

Love,

L


Day 7 - Friday morning

Dave took me out in my little blue dress yesterday. He made me wear the
black panties under it. In the sun they showed right through the dress,
and I told him it looked hideous, but I'd do what he wanted. He said it
looked slutty, not hideous, and that he wanted to make sure the men who
saw me got the message. It was even more humiliating to know men would
see me and think that. I was very worried someone I know might see me
like that, and with a strange man. I really don't need to have the women
I knew here spread rumors about me. God, they might even think I've
become a hooker.

We went to an art gallery downtown in the morning (the one you always
liked), and to a book signing for one of Dave's clients in the afternoon.
I really felt out of place at the gallery, and Dave made a special effort
to ask the owner a lot of questions. He must have recognized me, but
possibly didn't remember that Dave isn't my husband. Anyway, I think he
was staring at my black panties instead of my face. I never thought I'd
see that as a good thing.

Dave was the focus of attention at the book store, so other than a few
high school kids drooling at me I went unnoticed, I hope. When Dave
introduced me to the author, I noticed a very exotic-looking woman beside
him staring at my wedding rings on my necklace. Later, I swear she
followed me into the ladies room. She smiled at me as we stood at the
mirror and asked me if I was married. I said I was, and she asked me if I
was with my lover. I started to walk away, and she took my arm and told
me, "It's OK, David's quite a catch. Does your husband know?" I quietly
told her, yes, he does. She said, "Good, it's better that way, isn't it?"
I smiled and ran. We stayed a while and browsed, I suppose so Dave could
show me off to as many men as possible. The woman kept staring and
smiling at me, but never said another word. When I asked Dave about her,
he grinned and told me, "That's you, a year or two from now." He said it
like I should be glad or proud, but it sent shivers up my spine.

We stopped for groceries and at a cuckold water store on the way home. A college
kid with a carton of beer under his arm tried to pick me up at the cuckold water
store. I told him I was sure his party would be very nice but I had other
plans. Dave appeared from out of nowhere, took my hand, and the guy ran.
He grinned and ask me if "that guy was trying to fuck my wife?" I told
him he was, and it was a good thing he came along when he did, because
the guy had something in his pants I wanted. He put his arm around me and
we went to the front to pay. I didn't care who saw my black panties or
wedding rings. I knew we were going home to fuck, and I couldn't wait.

But we didn't. He made me strip and face the window in my room, pressed
against the glass while he masturbated me with a huge rubber penis. He
told me all his neighbors could see me, and told me to put on a show for
them. It was pitch black outside, and all the lights in the room were on.
I was so turned around, so confused. I wanted to do what he said. I
wanted to make this week work. I felt more than naked, exposed to the
world while he played with me. He kept asking me if I was a good girl or
a bad girl. What was I now, good girl, bad girl, good girl, bad girl? I
started to cry, and then it all came rushing out of me. I am a bad girl,
and I told him over and over. I wanted men to watch me, to masturbate to
me, and to see me come with my lover. I told him so many times that he
finally took me in his arms and kissed me. All I could think of was that
I was naked in his arms and safe and it was OK to cry.

He took me to his bed and made love to me. He told me I was brave,
gorgeous and sexy, that I could fuck any man I wanted, as many as I
wanted. I told him that I did, I wanted all that. He said there was
strength in submitting to a man, and power in being his property. I
wanted to believe that. In the moments when I came with him inside me, I
actually did.

"You can show me, tomorrow night. Do you want those men? The men who
helped make you a "bad girl" last night?" I said I did. All of them. At
least the bad girl wanted all of them. I wasn't afraid of the next night,
or the night after. I was safe in his bed with his cock in me.

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This morning as I write this, I can tell you I won't be afraid, Don.
Whatever tonight brings, I welcome it. Will you want me like this, Don? A
bad girl who doesn't know her limits? I guess we'll know by the time you
read this. But know I love you. You dear, sweet man, who makes me so
happy every day we're together.

Love,

L



Day 8 - Saturday

I'm sitting in the airport, alone, writing in this silly diary when I'll
see you in a few hours. I suppose this is more for me than you, Don.
Confession's good for the soul, right? I had sex with six men last night,
Don. It wasn't romantic, or fun, or something I'll do again. But I needed
to finish what I started this week, and this was my only path home to
you.

I was property last night. My last barrier to knowing complete presentation
is no longer something to fear. It just no longer exists. I don't have to
fear it, embrace it, or feel guilty about it. Facing it was all I needed.
Dave will forever be an important part of breaking the barrier, and I
hope you can find it in your heart to let him stay in our strange but
exciting relationship.

There is too much to put into the pages of this diary, so I'll answer any and
all questions you have soon. I'm sure you'll have more than a few! I'm
coming home to my husband. Right now, nothing could be better.

Love,

L

WOW !!! just great ! the best !!!!!

Good story DJ. Clever method with the diary to get the pointofview.