Dear Diary,
I can’t believe I’ve become this way. When did I start craving sex like I crave air? It’s an addiction, a compulsion, a disease. And I feed it by bedding my married friends’ husbands behind their backs. The thrill is overwhelming. The risk of getting caught, the knowledge that I’m betraying those closest to me, the depravity of it all – God, it’s arousing just writing about it.
I remember the first affair like it was yesterday. Lisa’s husband Mark and I, alone at the house during a “girls’ night.” The way he looked at me, undressed me with his eyes…I was his for the taking. We fucked on their bed, where he and Lisa no doubt make love. Used their vibrator, their toys, left our combined juices staining their sheets. I nearly came just thinking about Lisa unknowingly sniffing my scent off her pillow the next night.
Since then, I’ve slept with at least half our social circle. I’d guess more, but many are too afraid to confess. I have no such shame. Bob, Mike, Kent, Peter – they’ve all had a turn pumping me full of cum. And yet, the others are still unsuspecting. Invite me over for couples game night, not realizing their man is imagining fucking me senseless while his wife sits across the coffee table, none the wiser.
I flit from house to house, bouncing from warm bed to bed, from husband to husband. They’re such easy targets – neglected, horny, flattered by my attention. I tease them with coy glances, “accidental” touches, until they’re practically panting. Then I pounce, pouty lips wrapping around their cock before they can protest. Besides, who are they kidding? They’re putty in my skilled hands.
Pam’s hubby Kent was the most fun. He had this thick, veiny monster stretching my cunt deliciously. I took him in all my holes. When he came in my ass, I nearly screamed. The taboo, the depravity, it was mind-blowing. I made him paint my breasts, face, and hair with his seed. He looked so debauched, marked by his infidelity. I wonder if Pam noticed the glaze in his eyes that night…
I’m a home-wrecker, a wanton slut. And I love it. The power to break my friends’ marriages with a single, perfectly aimed blowjob thrills me. They’re mine now, my playthings. Lisa, Pam, Stacy, Karen – they’ll never fully trust their husbands again. All it took was a seductive smile and a flash of thigh.
I’m not sorry. I’ll keep bedding their men, wrecking their perfect facades, for as long as my pussy can handle it. This is the only life I know now. I am a sexual addict, and I intend to keep feeding my urges, no matter the cost. Those are their problems, not mine.
