Perfect Wife – Diary of a bad time

Perfect Wife – Diary of a bad time



8-9 Aug 2009
I was in a central Manchester hotel celebrating a business success with my husband Paul. We’d had a bottle of wine with our meal then headed to the bar where we downed a couple of shorts before ordering champagne. Paul doesn’t drink much so I was feeling pretty good after two vodkas and most of the wine and bubbly.


I blame the alcohol; it made talk about how I longed for my ex lover’s big hard dick right now. My husband had set me up for an affair with a beautiful man who I’d loved for over three years; he was the one who had taught me what real sex was. He is the father of one of my twins and second father to the other. The affair had recently ended but he still visits at least once a week to see the twins or take them away for the weekend.


The champagne was empty so I went to the bar to order a couple of coffees before we retired. Another customer asked if I wanted a drink. “No Thanks I’m with my husband”.


He followed me back to our table and ignored my husband while blatantly coming on to me. Paul’s look told me that if I wanted to take this guy to bed he’d be ok with it. I didn’t really fancy him though, he was trying too hard, he was much too young, in his early twenties and he was too short and not particularly good looking. I tried to be polite by introducing Paul and displaying the rings on my left hand hoping he’d get the hint.


He took it as a hint to stay, the coffees came and he edged onto my seat pushing me along, he introduced himself as Mike. Although he was pushy he was a good conversationalist, his dialogue was aimed more at me but he began including Paul. He owned some web sites, which is a direction we were just beginning to explore so we grilled him about promoting our business online.


The cheeky bastard began stroking my thigh under the table. I moved to nudge him away but could see the excitement in Paul’s eyes so I hung back. Encouraged he slid his hand further and further up my thigh, his fingers were under my skirt hem now and I was a little tense as he crept towards my panties. This shouldn’t be happening in public, it shouldn’t be happening at all and again I was on the verge of protesting when Paul excused himself ostensibly to go to the toilet. I think that was an excuse so Mike could make more headway ‘getting his hand in’ so to speak.


The moment Paul had turned his back Mike was all over me. One arm pulled me toward him, he planted his mouth on mine and he pushed my skirt up my thighs and pushed his hand down between my legs. My god this was so embarrassing, people could see what was happening but even as I went to push him away my knees parted.


He slid aside my panties and began teasing my pussy lips, easing them apart with his fingers and stroking his thumb over my clitoris. His mouth covered mine, his tongue probing, pushing and darting between my lips and flicking my tongue. His other arm was right over my shoulder, his hand down my blouse and fondling my breast. I know what Paul wanted but I really wasn’t sure that this should go any further, then he pushed a finger inside me.


I gasped and then again when a second finger followed and he massaged my vagina and clitoris. Heads turned when he said in voice loud enough for people sitting close by to hear “That’s a sweet juicy cunt just begging for some nice black dick, loose your hubby and we’ll do something about it”.


Many eyes followed Paul as he returned so when he sat down there were quite a few people watching and expecting fireworks. We had just about everyone’s full attention, Mike was still groping me, one hand causing devastation between my legs, the other stroking my breast, he broke the kiss and turned his head to Paul and said “you wait here, your wife and me are going for a fuck”.


The embarrassment was both much worse and much more exciting than that first time in a motorway car park as for the second time in our live I walked away from Paul with a stranger. This time at least 16 people knew exactly why I was leaving with Mike. My heart pounded and my stomach fluttered as I walked out of the bar. His hand caressed my bum and he held the moist fingers of his other hand under his nose as people watched our departing backs.


The way he acted, the way he was treating me left me with the impression he was not a particularly nice man and for some reason that made me desperately want him. In the room we kissed and fondled and I was getting very hot, wet and excited. As I began to undo his trousers he said ” I don’t use condoms, you got a problem with that?” When I said yes he began to walk to the door and said, “Up to you”. God I was so excited and needed his dick right then. I’ve never felt like that before, I blame the alcohol but the thought of missing a fuck with him had my heart thumping and a terrible a sensation of loss swelled in the pit of my stomach.


I don’t remember but I must have called him back because he turned with a grin on his lips and slid his pants down until his dick sprung up, hard and erect. Over the last three years I had twice played being a prostitute and what I learned then told me that Mike’s dick was about average. He was probably a couple of inches longer, maybe a bit more than Paul was, but tiny compared to my ex and minuscule compared to his friend Ahmeed. I‘m comparing dicks like a size queen. Don’t misunderstand, it was the alcohol making me feel that way. I know that I’d been very lucky with my ex, he’d spoiled me and my husband is a fantastic lover now, he’s learned an awful lot over the past few years and meets most of my needs – honestly. He just doesn’t give me that completely fulfilled feeling that my ex had always managed.


Mike had not been circumcised which disturbed me a little. I am not very worldly as far as men go, I’d only ever had ‘unprotected’ sex with five men in my life, all but my husband in the last three years. Only one had not been circumcised, that was the night I conceived so I was not in a state to care. My two early experiences and two nights prostituting myself didn’t count because they wore condoms.


We kissed and fondled each other’s nakedness. With a gentle pressure he pushed me to my knees. His foreskin was pulling tightly with about a quarter of the damp head poking through the sleeve of tight skin. I took his erect dick in my hand and it just slid back and rolled over his corona to expose a damp head that reeked of concentrated man. If he’d been clean things would have been wonderful but I hesitated when I noticed a white crust. I went to scrape the grunge away but he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed his dick into my mouth. The thought of that putrid muck in my throat was making me feel quite sick.


That distasteful moment soon abated as I got used to his powerful taste, I began to feel excitement again and work my magic with my mouth. The alcohol made me long for him, his actions made me feel so slutty and naughty and my embarrassment downstairs, so hot and the fact that he was someone I’d only met twenty minutes earlier made me feel really wicked.


Stupid, given the prevalence of STD’s and what I thought to be unhygienic penile habits but we fucked bareback, he came inside me and held himself there until his dick began to shrink and he withdrew. It was not as memorable as I’d hoped and I was disappointed, his style was fuck hard and blow seed rather than loving. He didn’t make me cum, he didn’t have the recuperative powers of my ex and I didn’t feel fulfilled.


Mike didn’t want Paul in the room and he was getting quite offensive. “I’ll put buckets of nigger baby batter up that juicy white cunt of yours tonight but I ain’t fucking no slut wife with her husband watching, fuck him ‘till morning”. He was scaring me and I told him I was not going to leave Paul out. Mike looked very angry and I was getting more frightened, bravely I told him to go, he shrugged and agreed to let Paul come up.


The next morning while Paul was taking a shower Mike and I fucked again before we vacated the room. I don’t see three fucks as the promised ‘buckets of baby batter’ so I guess his comment was an exaggeration or maybe I expected more than he was able to give.


On the way down in the lift Mike said he’d like to see me again, “your husband don’t mind me fucking you, he don’t mind who you fuck, we should do it again”. After a little whispered chat with Paul and lots of disgusted or interested stares from other people in the lift I asked him if he’d like to visit us at home next weekend.



15-16 Aug 2009
My ex had taken the twins and the weekend went pretty well, I kept Mike hard quite a lot of the time and by Saturday evening when we walked to the pub we’d already fucked three or four times. Most of the villagers were used to our mixed race twins and me having a black lover, Mike was charming and was easily accepted. He spent a lot of time pushing his web sites, which turned out to be porn sites. He laughingly told a few people that I could be his next big star. He left mid afternoon on Sunday with promises to return next Saturday.


I was considering if I should tell him that I didn’t want to see him again, there was just nothing there, no passion, he wasn’t a good lover and wasn’t satisfying me and his joke about me being his next star worried me. I talked about it with Paul but we got side tracked when the thought of me being in a porn movie got us so excited that we just had to fuck there and then. Afterwards we reached the conclusion that it was just bravado or that he liked embarrassing Paul or he was using a very tactless form of internet marketing. Porn films, especially interracial porn films were made in California so I had nothing to concern myself about. We decided that I’d try to teach him a few things next weekend and break it off if it didn’t get any better so I arranged for the twins to spend the weekend at my parent’s house.



22-23 Aug 2009
Saturday was quite good other than him refusing to use his tongue on me, “No way am I’m licking out a cunt” and he insisted on using a rubber sleeve that he slipped over his dick just behind the head. It was about two inches long with rows of short hard spikes. I don’t enjoy toys much so I was unenthusiastic but the extra girth those spikes gave him was wonderful. For the first time I began to enjoy him and a couple of times I was very close to cumming, but it just didn’t happen and again I was left frustrated.


It started going bad after lunch on Sunday. He told Paul to sit in the bedroom chair while Mike and I fucked, he’d obviously got over his concern of being watched. Mike was being very forceful in thrusting that spiked thing hard and fast, he grabbed my left breast and squeezed hard, I held back a squeal. He snarled at Paul, “Hey wimp, come lick my ass and balls while I’m fucking your wife”. When Paul didn’t move Mike lashed out thumping me brutally several times in the left breast. I honestly thought he’d killed me, I tried to scream but could get no air, I tried to pull in a great lung full of air but I couldn’t breath, the pain was incredible. During this agony he grabbed my throbbing breast and squoze and screwed it, he rammed his hard and spiked member into me thumping and grinding his pelvis hard against mine. Paul was standing beside us pulling Mike by his shoulders saying “Hey that’s enough”. Mike lashed out at Paul, pulled out of me then began hitting Paul to the ground. He kicked him then pulled his knife from his socks, holding it under Paul’s chin then said, “Do as your fucking told and no one will be hurt… much”.


He turned back to me, thumped again then squoze my painful breast very hard and I did manage a kind of squealing scream this time. He didn’t release the pressure but growled, “If your fucking husband don’t do what I tell him you’ll know real pain” and he squoze harder.