Diary of an Ambitious Wife

Monday
Dear Diary – I know you’re tired of me complaining about how hard it is for a woman in the construction equipment business.  Sure, I can use my looks to get my way in the door, but men rule and, for the most part, men are pigs!  So I put my plan into action today, and today it was Randy.  Randy!  Perfect name for this creep.  I’ve written about him before-always touching, making comments and  snurking (my word for lurking and sneering).  I remember when he first met me he said I love tall, thin blonde women.  I wonder why he married a short, dark-haired squat woman, then?  Whatever.  He’s fighting for the rights to all the sales for the giant resort being built in no-man’s (should I say no-person’s) land, a place out of everyone’s territory but to which he has the best claim.  I told him he should dole out some little pieces of the sales to get the other salespeople off his back and he told me that if I fucked him I could have the electrical equipment sales.  So I fucked him today. 

We took his truck out on the dirt road that led to the hilltop where the resort is going to sit.  It was very pretty and we were totally alone.  When I got out of the truck I just had to pause and listen to the breeze blowing through the pine trees that surrounded us.  Randy was a bit anxious, I’d say.  He tossed a couple of blankets into the truck bed and said, come on baby.  I told him I had to call my husband first.  He was like-whaaaaaaaaaaaat?  I explained that Zach was in Japan, it’s hard to hook up because of the time difference, he’s likely to call at any time and I didn’t want to stop doing what we were doing to get the phone because if I didn’t answer my husband would get worried and start calling around. Randy, with a shitty grin on his face, said, let’s see those tits first.  I wanna see your nipples get hard while you’re talking to him.  What a charmer. 

I pulled my phone out of my purse, laid my purse in the corner of the truck bed, took off my top and bra, ran my hands over my breasts and moaned to turn him on-like he needed turning on.  I mean his cock was standing straight up and pulsating-seriously pulsating!  It was bobbing like crazy.  I could even see the blob of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

Anyway, no one answered when I called so I left a message and gently laid my phone on my blouse, keeping it within easy reach.  Then I stripped off my skirt and panties and lowered myself onto the prick’s prick.  I have to admit that he felt pretty good and, better yet, it seemed like he was going to last a long time-thank God because I was really getting into into fucking him.  I thought with the pre-cum dribbling out of him he’d lose it in a second but I was wrong.  Whew!

Randy was pretty good length-wise and thickness-wise.  It wasn’t as though he was long enough to hit my spot or thick enough to stretch me open to the point that I really like, but he was  long enough that he almost hit my spot and thick enough to almost stretch  me open the way I like, so I had a lot of work to do.  I pushed down hard, squeezing a lot of juice out of my pussy, leaned over his face and said Suck on my tits. I’ve told you before how just saying that is a turn-on for me.  Well, Randy did-suck on my tits, that is-boy did he ever.  Not only did he suck on them, he gnawed on my nipples just hard enough to make more juice flow out of me. 

I pressed down so hard my pubic area ached afterward, but I have to tell you that I knew I was going to really enjoy the orgasm I was about to have.  Truthfully Randy could have been a dildo, but a real live cock is always better than that.  Excited by the idea of fucking another woman’s husband, I whispered in Randy’s ear and asked him how I compared to his wife.  OMG-the horrible look he got on his face!  When she takes her bra off her tits sag so far they practically hit her knees, he said. She repulses me. 

For some reason his comment turned me on.  I started rocking like a fiend building to a big O!  I had to hear more about his wife, though, so I asked him why he didn’t leave her.  Gasping for air, he told me she would take him to the cleaners-that her parents bought their house and he’d be out on his ass.  Then he reached around me and tried to probe my butt with a finger.  I told him that I would want more than electrical if he wanted that part of my body.  He laughed and said he was satisfied with what he had and was looking forward to more of the same. 

Well, just as I came, he came.  That was nice.  Better than a dildo.  His cum felt so good shooting into me, warming me up even though it was a hot day.  I was a tad worried that someone might hear my moans and think that there was a coyote or wolf in the area, but there was no way I could control the power of my orgasm.  I mean-why would I want to?

I was a little fascinated by his denigrating comments about his wife.  While I made small circles with my hips, carefully keeping his cock inside me, I asked him to tell me more.  I said you have to have sex with her, right?  Then I asked him what his favorite position with her was.  He said any position where I can’t see her ugly face.  That gave me a great idea, so I eased myself off him, turned around, presented my butt to him and asked, you mean like this?  I could hear him whisper, oh Jesus. 

It took him less than five seconds to get behind me and ram his cock into me.  I’ve dreamt about doing this to you so many times, he said.  I decided to push him-to tease him.  Giggling, I said I thought your wife is supposed to be your dream girl.  He snorted and said more like a nightmare.  Do you like looking at my asshole, I asked.  Is hers like mine-pink and tight?  I could feel him starting to shake.  In fact, the whole truck seemed like it was shaking.  He was gulping for air while he blurted out her asshole…is barely…visible because…of all of…the faaaaaaaaat.  I mean he dragged out the word fat while he spewed some deliciously hot cum into me.  I had a decent orgasm, good enough to tell you about, Diary, but not good enough to think twice about.

I gave him a good show while I got dressed, telling him how my pussy ached (as if) and how fantastic a lover he was (average or a bit below average) and how he should be sure to be nice to his wife so she didn’t get suspicious.  I also told him not to forget about our deal and to start on the paperwork.  He lay on his back for a while stroking his slippery cock but finally promised he would take care of it the next day.  We’ll see.  Anyway, he drove me back to my car and I went home to take care of that other business and, of course, tell you what happened.  Then I emailed Zach, made myself come again, and dozed off to a restful sleep.

© Keiko Alvarez, 2011