The Diary

Henry had always been a quiet and carefree man. According to his wife and children, he was even too careless. He didn't bother with anything and loved practicing "nadism", that is, spending hours doing absolutely nothing! After all, he had a good job, a beautiful wife who slept well in bed and wonderful kids. When he reached the age of fifty-five, all he could do was wait for retirement. Like any husband accustomed to routine, Henry had his well-established ones and rarely deviated from them, always preferring to do what required the least possible effort. He kept in mind that all efforts should be channeled into his projects of having a new activity right after retirement, and he did not get out of line with this focus. In short, it was the normal course for a life without many mysteries. On one occasion, his wife Helena told him that she was getting too tired to take care of the household chores even because she also worked outside in a foreign trade office and proposed to her husband they hire a diarist just to do the heavy work. It would be someone to come only once a week.[citation needed] Henry thought about it for a while but eventually agreed with his wife as he well knew how burdensome the workload was on his wife. In the same week they had talked, Helena told her husband that there was a person nominated by one of their neighbors. It was Ruth, a newspaperwoman who provided services in the neighborhood and had been praised by this neighbor. Henry thought it his wife's choice to do what she saw fit and immediately agreed with the hiring. And having closed the deal, Helen told him that the diarist would start next week always on Wednesdays. Henry just agreed, thinking that Wednesday was the day of his car's rotation and therefore he would always leave home later, which could be bad since he would stay there disturbing the housekeeper. However, he soon forgot about the matter altogether and returned to it only on Wednesday when after insistent ringing of bells made him get up from his bed half-shaky in order to meet whoever was there. He put on a pair of shorts and walked down the stairs until the front door opened and came across a beautiful and exuberant middle aged woman. He could hardly believe his eyes as she said her name was Ruth, the diarist! "How can it be! It could only have been a joke!" he thought still lethargic, looking at that woman with her deliciously sinuous body and well-distributed beautiful breasts and provocative silhouette. How could a fifty year old woman be so lovely? Henry stood there half static, half perplexed until the diarist's voice brought him back to reality. He begged her to come in and make herself comfortable. Ruth came in and asked where was the room Helena had told him about when they talked earlier. Henry replied she lived on the ground floor of the house just down from the garage. Ruth thanked me and went to her room. As she walked, rolling a pair of protruding and well-drawn buttocks, Henry felt a "volume" growing inside his shorts and half awkwardly ran into the room where upon entering he closed the door, undressed himself and went to take a cold shower to calm that sudden mood. He came out from the bathroom and after drying up unconcerned about what he was doing got dressed and went down to the garage determined to go to work. As she passed through the kitchen a new surprise. Ruth was on the aluminum staircase cleaning out cabinets from above. And her "working uniform" was something outrageously provocative; she wore shorts that were so short and tight you could clearly see she wasn't wearing anything underneath it, complemented by a blouse with thin straps which also signaled that she was not wearing a bra. Henry took a good look at this scene and felt like dragging her down the ladder to his arms, ripping off all of her clothes and possessing her in every way possible. He took advantage of that view while he could and avoiding more boisterous demonstrations, looked down and continued on his way to the garage. "Even more your Henry, ... Have a good day!" - Ruth's voice was soft and sweet, something worthy of being heard whispered while making love to her. Henry answered it anything and went away without turning his face. That was too much! A sensual and voluptuous woman like that couldn't be a diarist! Or could she? Henry found his thinking too discriminating and thought he had better forget about the subject. Nevertheless, throughout the day the image of that woman's spectacle did not leave his mind and the possibilities which came to him were all too unfathomable. He who had never betrayed his wife and even in occasions which had arisen during their marriage, Henry had bravely resisted it; yet this woman disturbed him obsessively making his mind think only about stripping her naked and possessing her in every possible way. It was utter madness! But... it made him uneasy, at the same time frightening because he knew very well that he would not have had the courage to take this woman in his arms and force her to make love with him. At the end of the day, as he left work Henry was still thinking about Ruth. Besides not conceiving a delightful woman like that working in journalism, did not accept the idea of desire had taken over his being As an abstemious man passed by a coffee shop on the way home and stopped to sip a cappuccino And while doing so thought it best forget this story and go ahead with your life He arrived home and found Helena happy with life. The house was clean, so she didn't have to worry about it anymore. Henry realized his wife's joy and decided that the best thing he could do is leave Ruth in her place and save this sudden excitement for enjoyment with his wife. In fact, that night he went to bed before Helen came upstairs, and while doing so felt his dick suddenly hardened. He did not quite understand why there had been such a senseless erection but thought of how to make the most of it. When Helena arrived in the room and turned on the light, she saw that erect member pulsating with a swollen red glans. She knew her husband had become accustomed to sleeping naked and already seen his penis standing upright; nevertheless, she felt an itch rise from inside of him and climbed onto the bed kneeling with her mouth very close to Henry's penis. He closed his eyes and felt as Helen took his dick into her mouth sucking glibly at it. The hands of Henry began strolling over his wife's body above the transparent sweater she was wearing. He knew that beneath her was nothing but the soft, velvety skin of his wife. His hand crept underneath his sweater and found a warm, moist pinch of hard-on. Her fingers then began to play with that succulent vagina and within minutes they were in the 69 position. Henry's tongue licked at her big lips and time after time penetrated into the vaginal orifice simulating movements of his penis which was still smiling through his wife's eager mouth. They stayed like this for some time until Helena made fun intensely, groaning and finally taking the penis out of her mouth so she could scream from pleasure. And even out of control, Helena began to apply a vigorous punch on her husband's dick. But after a few minutes she realized that the mast would not settle easily. She got rid of her sweater and sat on that hard member, letting him penetrate her completely as he rode his husband with rhythmic and intense movements. Henry savored the moment, delighting in the image of his wife sitting on his penis moving frantically and causing an enormous sensation of pleasure. And they went on for a few hours; Helena did not understand how her husband felt so much desire! He wasn't like this ... but she put aside uninteresting thoughts and just tried to make the most out of that moment, which she enjoyed several times. The sweaty and exhausted bodies already gave clear signs that the peak was coming. Henry resisted as much as he could, but finally an orgasm came,... intense jets of semen spat out from his member flooding the bowels of his partner who groaned for a long time feeling this burden filling her being and making her the most satisfied of women. Helena lay down on her husband's chest and soon fell asleep, overcome by the delicious clash with her companion while Henry embraced her and also went to sleep. In the morning, Henry woke up as if he were coming out of a dream and falling into a harsh reality! The image of Ruth remained in his mind, provoking his macho desire and stoking the voluptuousness to satisfy himself at any cost. He took a long bath and then went down for breakfast and go to work. Helena had already left <unk> she had a different schedule <unk> and like always left coffee ready for her husband. And as Henry sipped from his latte and nibbled on a few pieces of French bread, he thought that one way or another he was going to end up eating this delicious diarist. He imagined the golden rule he had learned throughout his life: things are only achieved through love or pain. Conquering the diarist meant exactly that; either he courted her until she gave in to his harassment and insinuations, or he figured out a way of forcing her to do what he wanted. In fact he needed a plan ... think of a way to provoke this woman and find out how far she would go when feeling desired by a man. On the day of Ruth's appearance that week, Henry greeted her more graciously by showing a discreet interest in this delightfully provocative woman. He asked if she was married and got an answer which puzzled him; Ruth said she wasn't and didn't want to know about any man in her life anymore because the only one he cared for had left her without a trace. Henry regretted hearing it and told her not to think so as there would probably be a man who knew how to treat her with deserved affection and respect. Ruth, seeming to discern the man's intent, disengaged and went on with her household affairs. Henry, for his part, was not satisfied with this evasiveness and told her how attractive and sensual he found her to be and that she could get from him whatever she wanted and much more! Ruth stood up and looked at Henri with an aggressive and threatening look, telling him the conversation should stop there and he should put himself in your place. "House where you earn bread, don't eat meat, my dear Heinrich!" - it was like a bucket of cold water on the intentions of the subject who went away thinking that the next action would be overcome by pain. The PLAN For weeks, Henry hatched a plan to conquer this sensual and extremely hot woman once and for all. The first step was to make sure that Helena didn't understand anything and his attack did not end in frustration with the shot backfiring. If it happened, he would not only lose the opportunity to hold her in his arms, but also burn his film with wife <unk> and he knew very well that betrayed women are eternal enemies! - Besides, he also had to worry about the possibility that Ruth would get tongue in cheek and hand it off on a platter to his wife. And then nothing would be like before! Finally, he had succeeded in constructing an ideal scheme for achieving his goal. On the night before Wednesday, Henry secretly took away a pair of earrings that his wife loved passionately. The gift he himself gave to her on one of their wedding anniversaries. Those ears were Helena's jewelry and she wore them only on very special occasions. With them in his possession part of his plan was already underway. In the same way he took some cash notes and rolled them up carefully, making a small tube very tight and tied with a little office elastic. On Wednesday morning Henry got up, put on his racing shorts and T-shirt and said goodbye to Ruth saying that he was going for a walk. The diarist who had already forgotten about the boss's provocations wished him a nice day as he went down towards the garage to leave home through the automatic gate. However, he stopped earlier in the room where Ruth left her things and sneaked into it without making any noise. It was not long before he found Ruth's purse, depositing in it her earrings and the roll of banknotes tied up. He went out for a walk. And when he returned, climbed into his room taking a long delicious refreshing shower. The images of his well-planned plan flashed through his mind. Dressing himself and going down the stairs said goodbye to Ruth as he always did. The lot was cast and Henry expected Ruth to only account for the "planted" contents in her purse days later when the thing had already amalgamated sufficiently so that he could continue with his clumsy idea, but which he hoped would be efficient for his purposes. Henry was surprised, for the rest of the week passed quietly and Ruth did not appear to tell Helena that someone had put "stuff" in her purse. He imagined he'd hidden it so well that Ruth would even notice she took with him earrings and money. Now it was only a matter of time. Time until next Wednesday when he would foil his scheming scheme. But one thing still lacked: provoke his wife's curiosity into looking after her favorite earring. More than two weeks passed, and neither Ruth nor Helena made any manifestation on the subject. Henry thought that something had to be done but he didn't quite know what it was. He needed to provoke some random event which would make his wife look for her earrings without this seeming purposeful,...on the other hand, he couldn't stay stirring up the event because that one was a dish to be savored by its edges. And even not knowing how to do so, it seems as if fate ended up giving him good help; on an ordinary Friday he was woken up by his wife who looked for the ears. The question came so suddenly that Henry almost jumped out of bed, realizing his plan was in motion. He asked her the reason for it without any interest whatsoever, to which Helena promptly retorted by saying if he had already forgotten about the end-of-year dinner at the company where she worked. Henry did not draw up a reaction even because he didn't remember such a dinner but said then that he knew nothing about these jokes and who should know is herself. Helena went to work unhappy with the disappearance of her earrings, and even then made no comment on whether Ruth had anything to do with it. Henry went to work and then dinner with his wife's coworkers, and all through the night he thought only of one thing: eating that delicious diarist in every way imaginable. It was as if he were on another world, thinking about this hot stripper giving herself up for him at random, enjoying being owned like a slave or hostage by the old man he had become from the moment he conceived and put into practice that demonic plan! And even after he and Helena returned from dinner late at night, Henry was still thinking about what lay ahead. When they got home, Henry stripped off his clothes and ran under the shower... after all he needed a bath to cool down (they both did!). As soon as he came out of the bathroom there was his naked wife looking for those earrings underneath their bed. That delightful busted ass made the male more horny than ever before and he didn't think twice about grabbing Helena by her waist and dragging her towards him in the position she had been lying on. Then he threw her upside-down onto the bed and began stroking that firm smooth butt. Helena was quite a woman, he thought since at fifty she still had a voluptuous and very desirable body. Immediately, he pulled her up again by placing her on all fours over the bed and massaging his anus with his index finger. "Oh! What do you want your Henry? You think you're going to eat my little ass?" No way!" - Helena's words only served to further stoke Henry's hard-on that feeling his penis throbbing so hard he had decided it was time to go for the attack at that stronghold of virginity of his wife. He grabbed his stiff pince and rubbed a few times in wet piece of Helen until the glans was ready and then left for the assault. He stuck his head in hard enough to make Helena groan with pain. The more Helen moaned, the crazier Henry felt so that at one point he shoved his entire stick up her asshole and felt powerful and in control of the situation. Helena screamed, yelled, whined ... but little by little she was feeling pain being replaced with pleasure until the moment when she rolled over and shook her arse towards that crushing pine tree! It was a shameless surrender and Henry simply loved raping his own wife thinking that he was raving at the diarist (in the depths of his conscience there was some shame for thinking so, but in any case he could not deny the fact that he had been loving it all!). Some time later, after some orgasms enjoyed by Helena, Henry said that he was going to make fun of her and no sooner had she finished saying this than his penis filled his wife's ass with warm pasty semen. The two fell on the bed and as they were both falling into a deep sleep being surprised by the first rays of sunshine in the morning of a wonderful Saturday. Henry still had enough energy to suckle his wife 's lovely breasts while playing with his vagina which once again became moist and provocative. Helena writhed in bed, demonstrating that the excitement was not yet over. It wasn't long before she took her husband's half-rigged penis into his mouth and gave it a vigorous blow which left him once again at gunpoint. Helena and Henry climbed all morning, until there was not a drop of energy left in their bodies. Henrik lay stunned on the bed while his wife ran under an invigorating shower; he thought that her sex life wasn't even as bad as she had imagined it to be; he managed to climb with Helen several times (as in "the old days") and still felt manly enough to give some more ... what! Does this have anything to do with that whore Ruth? - he thought as he stroked his half-rigged member. Anyway, all he had to do was wait until Wednesday and then follow through with his plan: trace that hot bitch's diary! The action. When Wednesday morning arrived, Henry woke up earlier than usual; in fact as soon as Helena left for work he was lying on the bed waiting for Ruth to arrive so that she could carry out her plan. And when he heard the sound of a key sliding through the front door lock, he jumped from his bed and ran into the shower... after all, it had to be ready to eat this bitch! After a quick shower, he wiped himself off and naked as it was went down the stairs until reaching the garage. In the side room he could hear Ruth's voice humming some random song and without her having time to sketch out any reaction he pushed the door open and walked in showing himself to her. Ruth took such a big scare that she screamed loudly but Henry didn't care because by this morning most of the neighbouring houses were empty. Ruth was only in her underwear and the "material" on display made it clear that she was a woman to be savored little by little, like very special vintage wine. "What is this, Your Majesty Henry! You've completely lost your mind! What are you doing here naked and with a hard cock!" - only at that moment did Henry realize his penis was erect, pointing in the direction of that long coveted body. Henry gave a sarcastic smile and then said to Ruth: You're crazy, you won't eat me! I'm thinking about my wife's earrings that have been in your purse since last week and the bundle of money you stole here from home! The diarist's face changed. She turned pale with a trembling mouth looking like she was going to cry. In fact, that is what happened. Ruth broke down in tears and sat on the small bed beside her. "Please Henry, forgive me... the earrings I only realized this morning"... "...I was going to tell Lady Helena!" Henry felt triumphant. The game was his and the best cards were in his hands; he just had to play straight that this hottie would surrender everything for him. <unk>All right then, ... you don't have to worry about money... but everything in life has a price and you know that I will charge general!<unk> And oh how it is going to be hey your hot bitch! Ruth hesitated for a brief moment, but the intimidating gaze of her executioner left no doubt as to what she should do. She unhooked that hunk of hard pulsating flesh and began sucking it vigorously. Exercising with such dexterity and so powerful an energy Henry realized that perhaps this delightful one hadn't felt the pleasures of a tough prick in quite some time. "What's up, piranha? Do you like it?" He hasn't sucked such a tasty dick for quite some time now. Come on, he swallows everything down to the berries". Henry spoke in an aggressive tone of voice that was unusual for him but still let himself be fooled by his pleasure at possessing this woman. Ruth, meanwhile, continued sucking her hangman's hard cock and sipping its entire length while licking over and over again from the bloated glans all the way down into the horny scrotum. Suddenly, Henry pulled Ruth's hair to stop that unmissable blowjob. He then took her by the arms and lifted her from bed with a moist sensual kiss which was initially resisted by his prey but gradually greeted and returned in ways not even Henry expected. It was a long kiss, something worthy of becoming unforgettable for both; Henry at that moment became absolutely certain that Ruth had avoided him for so long not out of modesty but rather because she feared giving herself completely to the man who now held her in his complete control and would not be coy about taking full advantage of the situation he himself had created. Henry finished kissing her, and at the same time he gave Ruth a loud slap in the face that caused him to scream with pain and amazement. Henry was possessed...he no longer had any control over his will; this woman's domination was causing him pleasure which until then he did not know how to feel. It was a new situation, involving and very exciting! Having control of a woman hadn't been something Henry cultivated during his life; on the contrary, he always thought women should be treated like goddesses both inside and outside the bed. This situation with Ruth was totally new, different and very exciting! He felt in control of the situation, being able to do whatever he wanted with her. He could love her, possess her or simply treat her as an object of his desire providing pain or pleasure. It was unsettling (even disturbing), but he seemed out of control of his feelings and his desire to treat this woman like a slave submissive to his desires drove him crazy. And besides, Ruth's gaze conveyed some <unk>reciprocity<unk> for their insane behavior something. Henry threw her on the bed and tore off that little piece of underwear which protected his Venus mound, and throwing himself upon it penetrated with a ferocity he never imagined possessing. Even lubricated by the excitement she felt Ruth groaned in pain and even uttered an uncomfortable scream, but what was certain is that her vagina received Henry's erect member who thrust his stick all the way down causing its balls to rub against Ruth's big vaginal lips. He moved like a real animal in the heat, stuffing that vagina with rhythmic movements full of intensity. Ruth groaned every time that penis filled her vagina, and it didn't take long for him to mock not just once but several times by whining and saying: "Go away you twisted macho! Eat me up, fuck me good-looking, make me yours!" Even though he felt the weight of his effort, Henry did not give up. He wanted more. Much more! And at one point got off Ruth's back by pulling her arms and throwing her violently onto the bed and dragging her again to demonstrate that he had total control over the situation. Without giving any respite to his prey, Henry turned Ruth against the wall on the opposite side of the bed, took an old belt thrown in a corner, began delivering violent blows into the buttocks of his victim, who even shouting with pain said madly: I want to feel the strength of this male! <unk> - that only served to make Henry even more out of himself, making his belt vibrate and pushing ever-more intense virgins into his prey's buttocks. Suddenly, he ceased the attack and taking Ruth as an object to dispose of his animalistic desires, threw her belly on the bed and shouted: "Lift that delicious ass you bitch! Get up so she will feel the force of my fist!" Henry took her by the buttocks, squeezing them firmly with his hands and unmercifully providing a penetration of the swollen glans from its member moistened by bodily fluids female under their dominion. Ruth feeling what was coming groaned that it hurt too much; she knew very well that his plea would only serve to further stoke the momentum of Henry who did not blink while providing a more vigorous thrust of his dick into the depths of this anus complacent in pain he felt. That bitch of yours! She moans, she screams... you can do whatever you want to. You've been sweet when I wanted it for good... now take a big hard fuck in your ass! Take that male who made you groan... Who is the boss here? "You're in charge, you freak!" Ruth replied to him between continuous and ever louder screams and moans. Those words made Henry even more aroused than he already was. He felt his penis swell further as he devoured that little ass, ripping out all its folds and leaving him at the mercy of her uncontrollable lust. And the couple's entire sanity revealed itself in successive orgasms enjoyed by Ruth and savored by Henry who despite intense physical exertion still stood firm eating the diarist with the fury of a sexual maniac. When he felt that he lacked the strength to resist an intense mockery, Henry did not take himself for granted and removed the still hard pike from inside his prey's annihilated anus. Ruth wanted to react by saying she wanted more and more, but he, still in the dominant male position, applied two sonic slaps on her face while his fingers penetrated her wet, recessed vagina. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he pulled Ruth up to him with a single movement and turned her body around bringing his hands back and squeezing them tightly. She screamed like crazy that she wanted more. Henry did too but feared an imprudent ejaculation would end their sadistic fun. So he took her out of the room and threw her onto the long couch at the edge of the garage which served as the family television lounge. He returned to the room, returning with his old belt in hand and applying yet another flogging session on Ruth's body that mixed cries of pain with groans of pleasure. Both were sweaty-bodied, with shiny skin. Henry once again took Ruth by the hand and led her to a hook shaped support that hung from the roof of his garage and was used to hold his sandbag. He tied her hands together and then raised her arms until she felt the weight of her own body bearing down on them; he sucked at her nipples, bitten them hard, and after applying several more slaps returned to whipping her all over her body. When he finally got tired, he looked at her and said in a threatening tone: "From today on your whore this body is mine! Mine alone!" Do you understand? This sketch will only receive my fuck and no one else's ... if I find out that you are cheating me with someone, you will get much more, do you understand you hot slut! - Ruth sat down with his head affirmatively while his eyes burned from such desire. But if you don't eat me right, I will tell everything to Dona Helena... now stop talking softly and come eat me... fill me with that big tasty dick! With his victim tied up and standing, Henry approached her and opened her legs, supporting them each in one arm and penetrating that vagina with the same intensity as before. They were strong and aggressive movements, moves which made Ruth groan and howl of pleasure. She mocked him a few more times and when finally Henry made it clear that the forces had drained from her body he released his slave who fell to her knees in front of her. Suck my cock, suck until I laugh and try to swallow everything or you'll get it again! Ruth immediately put her hand on Henry's dick and sucked it until the orgasm came, which was so intense that she almost choked to death with all of his semen. He screamed and moaned as he felt his legs twitch in fear of falling over. When everything had ended they both crawled down onto the couch and lay there prostrate, weakened, exhausted but filled with a tremendous sense of pleasure and reward. It didn't take long for them both to go into a deep, restful sleep. Henry was awakened by Ruth's mouth sucking his half-soft, half-hard cock. He thought he was dreaming and so only a few minutes later is it clear to him that she had been tied up! "What is this, you whore! Let me go!" "Let me go at once or I'll"... - although his voice sounded threatening, Henry had within himself that nothing could be done in the moment. "Solved nothing, you bastard! He ate me tasty and now he is thinking that it's the owner of the parade! From today onwards will have to eat me always,...and put in tasteful,...otherwise ...you know not? The mistress will find out...now we go as soon as I want this hard dick fast,..." - Ruth had an ironic smile on her face and made clear what his intentions were. And Henry, even with a certain fear, felt very passionate about that woman who sucked his cock with indescribable skill. As soon as the pinto got into position, Ruth climbed over the male and immediately tried to shove that piece of meat inside his vagina, moving in a hallucinatory and insane way ... she wanted very much to feel this pinto within her and with every movement she was trying to push it as deeply as possible. Once again they joked like two freaks and right away Ruth released Henry and asked him to punish her for abusing him by offering him the old belt. The man smiled and, throwing her on the couch with his belt over Ruth's already flushed buttocks, who at each blow groaned not from pain but from an enormous pleasure that swept through her body. Later when the house had already been cleaned Ruth approached Henry who after bathing and putting on a dress was in the room with his eyes lost in imagination. He could not believe everything that happened, ... now hours later, his mind still wasn't able to reach as for what he and the diarist had done. Forbidden, profane, obscene... but at any rate deliciously pleasurable. It was a unique experience, something which Henry couldn't even realize could be so good and so sensual. He could feel his body aching, he was no longer a young man after all and yet he thought that he would be able to repeat everything again just to feel alive. He looked at Ruth and they both smiled, ... after all he had found an accomplice worthy of that erotic delusion,... someone who also knew how to extract pleasure from pain, and make this pleasure something simply unforgettable. Before she left, Ruth opened her purse and took off the pair of earrings and placed them on the marble table in front. Henry stood there and watched as Ruth left, feeling much better, more fulfilled, more confident that he'd finally discovered the many ways of giving and receiving pleasure. And laughed at it all, thinking maybe this night Helena would discover a new man by her side -- one who could make her feel things she didn't even know existed.