The Journal

[myslutwife]

My wife and I have been married for eight years but have been together for ten this time. We dated for two years when we were in high school but broke up and reunited many years later. I’m 40 and she’s 39. She had a son with an ex-boyfriend when she was in her early twenties and I had been married and divorced during that time.
We’ve been into ‘hotwifeing’ since soon after we started dating again. It started with talking dirty during sex and her telling me of some of the slutty things she’d done while we’d been broken up. It evolved over time from me watching her flirting with people when we were out and her flirting with people when she was out and telling me about it later to her having one night stands and a few short term boyfriends. Unfortunately this doesn’t happen all the time. It’s more of a once in a while kind of thing. We’ll go months or more with nothing happening and then she’ll get on a tear for a few months. I’ve learned to just relax and go with it either way. A note to any husbands thinking of getting their wives into this kind of thing, don’t be pushy, just let her go at her own pace. Let her know what turns you on etc and be honest about things but don’t make it the only thing you talk about.
A few years ago she bought a journal for me. Every now and then as part of a birthday gift or Valentine ’s Day gift or just for the heck of it she’ll write a story in it for me about something she did in her past or when we were together. A few times she’s written about things she wants to do. The first story I’ll record here is about when she went camping with my stepson, a coworker of hers that she’d slept with a few times and his daughter. The kids were asleep in the tents and this is what followed. I hope you enjoy. Here goes, I’ll transcribe it word for word as she wrote it. As far as I know it’s all true:

It was becoming awkward, sitting by a dying campfire with a man who was not my husband. He leaned over and asked, “Do you want to make out?”
I just looked at him so he leaned closer. His lips closed in on mine. The kissing didn’t last very long before I was lifted from the canvas chair where I sat. I allowed myself to be guided to the edge of a picnic table within the campsite. No words were spoken while I shook my right foot out of its shoe so the right pant leg could be removed. It hung limply beside the left leg that was still covered by clothing. My pussy was wet. It felt bigger with hunger for the hard cock that soon followed. The thrusts were hard, and pushed upward rough and deep. It hurt. It was hot. It was moving me upward off my feet. My legs were spread wide apart. Anyone could have seen the silhouette of us fucking in the dying embers of the fire. He was grunting and muttering ‘Oh God’. His cock was long and he fucked me hard. It was only a few minutes before the warm cum was pumping inside me. He slid out of my pussy and a runny stream of cum, sticky and hot, ran down my left leg and behind my knee. I quickly got dressed and we said goodnight, walking towards our separate tents on the campsite.

[KandD64]

Very hot story, msw!

If all the stories in your journal are of this caliber, I sure look forward to hearing some more of them.

[roadrunner]

I thought I'd replied to this earlier. I too would like to read more journal entries!

[Meijer]

Hey
Let me add to the choras. More please!
Thanks for sharing
My best to your bride and to you!