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My Wife’s Diary

I met my wife when she was 19, we married three years later. Neither of us were virgins, but decided not to have the ‘the numbers talk’

My mother in law died of COVID last year and we had to sell the house. She was a lovely lady but hoarded stuff, it took three months to clear the house!

I was going through boxes in the attic when I found a box of my wife’s childhood diaries. I would never read her adult diaries but had a look at these. They started when she was nine years old. She recorded every detail of her day. Subjects learned at school, school gossip, conversations with parents, even what she had for breakfast, lunch and dinner! They were cute, and gave an insight into her as a child and periods in time.

The diaries went through to 18 years old age. From early teens I started to read sexual stuff!! The first person to finger her was her female best friend. The first boy to touch her was Simon who was fourteen. She then had a load of boyfriends from fourteen to sixteen. The sexual details become more and more salacious. She was licked out for the first time and sucked a dick at fourteen. She liked oral sex. Virginity went at fifteen, I wanked reading that diary entry. She went into great detail describing It. It happened in the back of a car; at the end of the diary entry my wife was shocked to discover that the guy who had just fucked her was twenty five years old. She enjoyed it though.

Then the names started piling up!!! On one page towards the end of the last diary she wrote that she was getting worried about the number of boys she had ‘slept with’ and didn’t want to get to the stage she couldn’t remember them all. The next page of her diary had this list;


Paul, Mike, Martin, Harry, Phil, Tony x 2, Nathan, Jonathon, Steve x2, Jonny, Martin, Rob, Mohammed, David, Joe, K, Drew, and Alex.

I’m assuming Tony & Steve x 2 means there were two boys with that name rather than she did it twice with them. That means by 18 she’s had sex with 20 boys and men. Although I’d never given it much thought, I’d assumed at most six, probably because that was my number before I met her.

I was shocked, turned on, partly disgusted, Randy as hell. a Strange myriad of emotions presented themselves. Some of the detail was very sexy. How big their penis was, if she had an orgasm etc I spent an afternoon scan reading her diaries. I learned that sex entries had a tick next to the date! There were loads of ticks; especially at weekends!!

My confession is both that I read these diaries, which I guess was wrong, but also I got off on reading the sex parts. I know she’s my wife, but sone of these diary entries I was wanking over were when she was underaged. I’m not sure if that makes me the horrible ‘P’ word???

I’ve also kept the diaries and hid them in the garage. I’ve fucked her into tomorrow after reading some of them, she has even asked what had gotten into me.

It’s a betrayal and would damage my marriage if I told her. We had agreed not to disclose our number as it wasn’t important. I wonder now though if she orchestrated that agreement due to the relatively high number for her age? It’s been both a blessing and a curse knowing the intimate details of her sec life before me.

Initiation Into The Boys Gang

When I was ten years old my parents moved cities due to my dad’s promotion at work. The new neighbourhood was lovely, the new house twice the size of the old one with a huge garden. The only thing that was missing was girls my own age.

During that first summer before I started school it was the loneliest time I can remember. I was an only child too, which didn’t help.

Half way through the summer holiday I started hanging out with a Mark who was the same age and lived close by. He was nice and looking back had a crush on me. He introduced me to ‘his gang’ who were five other boys around the same age. They wanted to appear tough, but we’re more geeks than fighters.

After hanging around with Mark and his gang for a couple of days, Simon protested that he didn’t want a girl in the gang as it was stopping them having fun. Long story short one of their ‘fun activities’ was to steal porn mags from Simon’s dad, and have a mutual wanking session looking at nude women. I was intrigued, and said I didn’t mind, hiwever, the boys were not keen on me seeing them wank in fact they didn’t want me to be part of the gang anymore! I remember being scared of once again being alone with nobody to hang around with. In desperation I said I would show them ‘my thing’ so they would nt have to steal a magazine.

They agreed and we went to the nearby woods. I remember being so nervous, I couldn’t believe I’d offered to let them see my private place. I had a mind to run away, but the fear of being alone outweighed the fear of the boys seeing my private place. I’d not had a boyfriend, I had kissed my best friend at my old school on a sleep over before we moved, but that was all.

When we got to the woods the boys sat on the grass with me standing in front of them. I can still remember my heart racing and my breath becoming shallow. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my thighs. The boys gasped at the sight of my white knickers. The atmosphere became almost thick and energised. Looking back I guess I was both nervous but also turned out that boys were seeing me in my underwear.

I stood there for a minute or two as the boys gaized at me. Simon then said in an unsure shaky voice ‘please can we see IT’ My hands were shaking when I lowered my knickers revealing my pussy. The boys were initially silent, I recall feeling the wind blowing against my pussy. I had a sprinkling of pubic hair and in those days a perfect slit.

Simon was the first to get his penis out and started to masturbate. The other lads followed suit. I’d never seen a boys thing and was fascinated by them. I stood there exposed for want seemed quite a long time. One by one they reached a point where they kind of shuddered and stopped touching themselves. Due to their age they were having dry orgasms although I didn’t know that then.

During that first summer this became a regular activity. At least twice a week we would find a secluded spot where I would expose my pussy and sometimes my budding breasts, and the boys would masturbate. Up to this summer I didn’t masturbate, but after one of the sessions I went home and in the bath started touching myself. I had an amazing first orgasm thinking about holding my skirt up with my panties around my knees as I watched the boys play with their cocks.

16 years later I married Simon. My confession is we now role play those childhood sessions. I will shave, put on white underwear, lift my skirt, lower my panties and he will sit in front of me wanking. The only difference now though is it always ends with me being bent over and fucked hard.

To conclude, we are still friends with a couple of those childhood friends including Mark. All are now married or with partners. We sometimes have dinner parties or summer BBQs. When everybody is gone and the kids are in bed I know Simon will want to do ‘our thing’ I know it turns him on the thought that the men who had visited had seen his wife’s young pussy, and I’d seen their their young Cocks. I even have a blue gingham dress which is like one I used to wear as a kid during those sessions with the boys. If I want to send him crazy I will put my blonde hair into a ponytail or pigtails and tease him. I will say things like “I wonder if Mark thought about my young pussy tonight” or I will relive standing in front of the boys and what it felt like lowering my knickers and exposing myself to a group of boys. My lovely hubby cums very hard in those sessions.

Initiation Into The Boys Gang 2 - Questions Answered

I never expected my experience called ‘Initiation into the boy's gang’ to get so much interaction and likes; many thanks!

One comment asked several questions that got hubby and me talking, so to answer them, I put another confession together:

1. Did the boys ever see you nude?

I was going to answer no to this until hubby reminded me of swimming in the river. There was a river close to the woods where we used to hang out. We were told never to swim in it as it was dangerous, which meant we went for a swim in the river regularly. On one hot day, I think four of the boys, including Simon, went for a swim. I had put on my one-piece bathing suit under my dress. After swimming the boys changed in front of me back into their clothes, so I did the same. Simon remembers this as the first time he had seen me naked. Although I don’t remember the next part, but Simon does; the boys were all horny due to seeing me in my swimming costume and then nude. So, five minutes after we all dressed apparently, I was lying on the grass, panties off, dress up to my waist as the boys masturbated, looking at my pussy.

2. Did they ever touch you?

No, amazing as it sounds, they never tried to touch me.

3. What age did the exposure stop?

Even after I started at my new school and got a new set of girlfriends, I would still hang out with the boys, especially during the holidays. Simon again had to answer this question. He is pretty sure that the last time was the following summer holidays. Although it didn’t happen as much, I was still showing my pussy to the boys as they pleasured themselves, so I would have been 11 years old when it stopped. Simon remembers that the following summer I had a thick bush of pubic hair, which they all found fascinating. I remember swearing them to secrecy about what we did as I didn’t want to get a bad reputation at school.

4. Did any of the guys properly cum?

Yes, Simon and another boy Drew had proper orgasms. They were very proud of themselves! In naivety, I was worried about pregnancy at the time, which would have been incredible as none of their stuff ever got near me!

5. Did you ever touch the boys?

Not during those sessions, I only touched Simon, but years later when we started dating.

6. What other places did you do ‘your thing’?

Wherever we could get privacy. The woods by the housing estate were a favourite. There were several corn fields that due to our short-height hid us. We did it in a couple of the houses when parents were not in. Simon remembered that a couple of times when we were on the school bus going home. By the time we got onto our housing estate, the bus was empty apart from Simon, Mark and me who were always on the upper deck. He remembers, and I kind of remember, being on the back seat and pulling my panties to the side, and they put their hands down their pants wanking. Simon also claims I would sometimes play with my clit, and on the bus was one of those times. I’m not so sure, though, I don’t remember ever touching myself in front of them; however, it was a long time ago.

7. At what age did I start to go out with Simon, and was he the first?

Simon and I had an on-off relationship for several years. I think we were 14 when we first started dating, and then we split up about a year later, although were still friends. We would then hang out together, go on dates and then it would fizzle out again. I was 21 and home from university when we fell in love with each other. Sadly, Simon wasn’t my first. I was assaulted when I was 18, coming back from a night out; I didn’t tell anybody for years; the boy was known to me. After that, I kind of went on a rampage and slept with quite a lot of men, a fact I’ve always been ashamed of. The first time I made love with somebody I truly loved was with Simon, and I’ve always considered that the first proper time I made love.

Mother And Daughter

Sexually, I’ve had a very conventional life. Before I got married in my mid 20s I’d slept with just four women before I met my now wife. I’ve never had a one night stand, a ménage à trois or that lady who could suck a beach ball through a hose pipe.

However, I do have one experience in my teens that is worthy of confessing, or rather bragging about. My wife does not know about this, only my best friend.

When I was 18 years old, I started dating Carolyn from college. She was an attractive strawberry blonde with big breasts and an ass that could make you cry. She was also my first, and what a lovely first. I was very fond of her.

Carolyn’s mum Helena, and dad were going through a dreadful divorce. Her low life dad had an affair with his wife’s best friend. Helena was the image of Carolyn, only with bigger boobs and ass; she was also one of the nicest ladies I’d ever met. I couldn’t believe any man would cheat of her!!

Sadly, the relationship with Carolyn ended after just over a year, she dumped me and I was devastated. I used to stay at her house sometimes and had left clothes and other things. She was away on a hockey tour one weekend, so I called around to get my stuff. I didn’t want her there, and she didn’t want to see me either.

Helena was so sympathetic, she hugged me and I cried. She said I had been the best thing to happen to her daughter and any girl would be lucky to get a good looking sweet lad like me. She was lovely, and because she was Carolyn’s mum i stayed for hours. I’m the end Helena made me dinner and afterwards we watched TV. She opened up about her divorce, there was so much emotion that night.

We ended up sleeping together. As wonderful as Carolyn was, her mother was in another league!! I remember all the hurt dissolving away as I fucked my ex girlfriend’s mother. She was incredible, probably the best fuck I’ve ever had. I was besotted with Helena.

This started an almost two year relationship which only finished when Helena reunited with her ex-husband. To be honest, I was glad when it finished. Although an amazing lady, the generational gap started to play out.

The relationship was still good though, and Helena and her new partner (ex husband fucked off with another woman a year after the reconciliation ) attend my wedding ten years later.

So, my first and second lovers were daughter and mother, and I shagged both within 10 days of each other. It’s something I’ve always been rather proud of :)

I Wish I Could Build A Time Machine!!

As a teenager, I made lots of bad choices. I came from a great home and enjoyed great privilege, but I still did stuff I am ashamed of; there was no need!! I used to go to a local ice rink on a Saturday night at thirteen years of age. At the rink, at least three or four boys would give me money for blow jobs. I took the money and would service the boys on the fire escape stairs at the back.

I also accepted money from boys to feel my breasts and sometimes my pussy. I was openly called a slag at school, and I liked the name!!

The first boy who came in my mouth made me vomit. I wouldn't say I liked the taste but used to let them do that, and I would spit it out and have a can of Coke to kill the taste.

One of the geek kids was ginger with a hump on his back. No girls wanted anything to do with him, he was nice enough but ugly, and the hump made him look worse. He offered me all his Christmas money to touch my pussy. I let him kiss and finger me for ages. I must have enjoyed it, as I had an orgasm. Afterwards, I could still feel his bony fingers on me.

I wish I could go back in time and erase the stuff I did back then, it has played on my mind for years and years!!
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My First Kiss

When I was 14 my parents moved areas to a more rural setting. I’d never had a girlfriend and thus had never been kissed.

There was a blonde girl the same age as me that lived close by. I was totally under her spell from the moment I saw her, she was tall, legs that went on forever and big tits for her age. After a month we were going out together, she asked me!!!

We had been dating for a couple of days when we went out for a picnic into the local fields. Being a city boy I’d never been on a picnic. Martina looked amazing in a summer dress; I’d never seen a girl look as good.

We found a spot and ate our picnic, next I was laying on the blanket, the sun beating down and I was kissing this Goddess. We kissed for ages, I was dying to feel her up, but didn’t have the confidence. Before I could stop her she was squeezing my hard cock through my jeans, it was heaven. I asked if I could touch her, but would understand if she said no. She looked surprised, and I thought shit I’ve blown it. She then said, ok, but only if I can touch you too.

For the next hour I was initiated into the feminine world. I touched her breasts, she got my cock out of my jeans and started wanking me off. It took me a while to get my hand up her dress, I rubbed the front of her panties and she ground her crotch into my hand. Then my hand entered the holy of holies. Hair, wet pussy lips. I had no idea what I was doing but Martina seemed to like my efforts. She then pulled my hand out of her panties and moved down and took my cock in her mouth.

I later discovered she’d had several boyfriends before me and was miles ahead of me with her knowledge of sex. I wish I could relive that experience again.

So, I got my first kiss, felt my first pair of tits and pussy, and got wanked off plus my first blow job all in one day.

My Cuckold Fantasy And My Daughter

I pen this confession with some shame. I'm a pervert and have been since puberty. Thankfully, I've always stayed on the right side of good taste in my relationships, which is why I've been happily married for twenty years. I would love to see my wife fuck another man and then, as a cuck, have to eat the cream pie; this will never happen. I would love for my wife to tie me up and peg me; this will never happen. I would love to strip my wife in front of my friends and then watch each one fuck her; this also will never happen.

A couple of months ago, one of my perverted fantasies kind of came true. I have an 18-year-old daughter whose name shall remain strictly anonymous. She has started dating a nice guy and seems very happy. One Saturday night, she came in at 1 am in the morning; she was a little merry, although she seemed sheepish with me. She went for a shower, which was odd. I followed her up and used the family bathroom as I didn't want to wake the wife up using the ensuite. My daughter's knickers and bra were on the laundry basket inside the jeans and T-shirt she had been wearing. I noticed her panties were matted in goo. She had been fucked; I sniffed them and caught that acrid smell of spunk. The jeans gusset was also damp with spunk.

My confession, which I know will draw mountains of hate, is that I ate the cream pie goo from my daughter's underwear. I imagined her boyfriend fucking my cherished daughter in his car, her jeans and knickers around one ankle, as he used my lovely daughter's vagina, ramming his cock into her and filling her full of his spunk. Then my daughter pulled up her knickers and jeans as her pussy started to leak the enormous load it had just received. I played the part of a cuck father; although wrong, it was one hell of a fantasy trip. I later used her knickers to offload into. Given the load in them when she took them off, I guessed there was no way she would suspect anything.

I told you I was a dirty pervert, and now I've actually done something that qualifies for that title.

My Husband’s Secret Flickr Account

Two years ago my hubby put his pass code onto his laptop and I saw it. When he was at work I couldn’t resist having a look.

There was a lot of porn, which didn’t surprise me; however, I found a Flickr account they did shock me. Over the years I’ve let hubby take pictures of me in the nude. We’ve done loads of photo shoots and they usually end up in great sex.

On this Flickr account were all those pictures, hundreds of them. Thankfully, he had blurred my face or cropped my head so there was no way of identifying me.

I spent hours in shock looking through the pictures to make sure I couldn’t be identified and then reading the comments . I was annoyed with hubby, but the comments got me very sexually aroused. I ended up having a couple of orgasms reading the comments. Some were very graphic about what the gentleman would like to do with me. Some were very long and descriptive. I went from angry to reaching a sexual peak I’ve not experienced for years.

I confronted hubby, he was horrified and apologised. However, we have continued with the Flickr account only now we read the comments together. Hubby gets off with other men seeing me naked, and I get off reading the comments. It’s led to some incredible nights of pure passion.

My Nurse

When I was 14, almost 15, I attempted suicide. I’d been dumped by my first girlfriend, even though looking at pictures I was a good looking lad I thought I was ugly and fat.

After the overdose I was in hospital for a week. The first couple of days to recover from the overdose and then for psychiatric assessment.

There was a young nurse called Yvonne on the ward. I think she was in her early 20s. She was brilliant with me, kept on telling me how good looking and lovely I was and any girl would be lucky to have me. I was totally smitten with Yvonne. We became very close during that week. I told her about being dumped and that I’d only ever kissed one girl and all my friends had kissed loads of girls and got the second base. She laughed and asked what second base was, I told her anything above the waist.

On the last night I couldn’t sleep, I think taking a load of my mother’s sleeping tablets had buggered up my sleep. Yvonne was on night duty and there was only me on the ward that night. We stayed up talking pretty much all night. I thought her a beauty, but she said she’d not had a boyfriend for over a year. At one point she just kissed me. I was shocked and she begged me not to tell anybody. Then I kissed her back. She had to go, and call on another ward for an hour but when she got back we kissed for ages. She told me I could go to second base. From one of the darkest points I can remember, within a week, I was kissing this goddess and feeling her breasts.

She again begged me not to tell anybody, as she would be sacked. I said I would never betray her, she had in many ways saved my life.

I’m bow an old man but I still think about that night as a young almost 15 year old. The smell of the ward, the taste of Yvonne’s lips, her perfume and my hand feeling their first pair of breasts. She helped turn my life around. God bless the NHS!

Regrets, I Have A Few.

Although my adult life has been great, my childhood wasn’t good. My father buggered off when I was a kid, and it left us struggling and not wealthy, in fact it still shames me to say we were poor.

In my teens I blossomed into quite the beauty, unlike many teen girls I knew I was attractive and sexy.

The bad stuff started when I was 13. I used to let lads feel me up for money. Five pounds for boobs and ass, ten pounds to feel my pussy. When I was about 15 I started to give lads blow jobs behind the ice rink. There were some concealed stairways and I would give lads, the majority of who I didn’t know, blow jobs. Most times they paid, but a few times I’d do my thing, and they would run away laughing leaving me with the taste of their cock in my mouth.

The money I got from these activities I used to buy clothes, go to McDonalds with my friends and sometimes to buy fish and chips, or food, if we had no food in the house.

When I was 16 I was behind the ice rink and a blow job turned into full sex. Although I’d let boys do stuff for years I was still a virgin. I’m not sure if it was consensual, one minute I was letting this lad feel me up as I blew him, the next thing he’s got his cock in me. I enjoyed it but was terrified of getting pregnant.

When I went to university I did lap dancing at a club. I made a fortune and for just showing my body to men. They weren’t allowed to touch. I was making over a grand a week, my uni days were sweet. The owner of the club was a creep, he took half the money. He also used to fuck a select number of his girls, I was one of them. If a girl let him fuck her, she got to keep all your takings for the week.

My first graduate job, my manager who was twice my age came into me. For over a year,I let him fuck me before work. I would get in a 7am, two hours before anybody else. I would go to his office and let him do whatever he wanted. I got promoted quickly to a dept head, the youngest in the company.

At a conference I let a senior director chat me up at the dinner table. That night I spent in his room. That was my first time doing anal. I didn’t like it much. I carried on seeing this senior guy for over a year and was transferred to HO and doubled my salary.

I then met my husband, I haven’t been unfaithful to him and I doubt I ever will. He knows about the lap dancing at Uni, which turns him on. He doesn’t know about the other things I did to get by when I was younger. I do regret the things I did, I wished life had been different, however, I did what I had to do. I used the only asset I had back then.