The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella & djgenxcide)
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				Title: <strong>The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 07:11:30</strong>
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				<strong> Dear Diary, <br><br>&nbsp; Well, it's Friday, the end of another ordinary week and the beginning of yet another ordinary weekend.&nbsp; Marty is once again working late at the office and probably won't be home until after I've gone to bed.&nbsp; Which, is probably a good thing considering the way we've been arguing lately.&nbsp; No...I take that back, the&nbsp; way <em>I've</em> been arguing with <em>him</em> lately.&nbsp; It seems he doesn't have much to say either way.&nbsp; And if we're fighting or disagreeing over something, his way of dealing with it is to ignore it and/or pretend it doesn't exist.&nbsp; It'sabsolutely infuriating!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; For example, a couple of days ago,&nbsp; he happened to come home early from work at about 5 p.m. ( which for him is very early considering he doesn't typically get home until about 9 or 10 p.m.) I had had a really shitty day at work that day and was desperate for some serious distraction- of a sexual nature!&nbsp; So, after dinner as he sat in his well worn leather recliner watching CNN, I decided to "surprise" him with a little "after dinner dessert" served right there in his lap.&nbsp; I eagerly put on my skimpiest black lace teddy ( leaving the matching thong OFF)<br>put on my black 6 inch heels and sashayed my nearly naked ass right in front of the t.v.&nbsp; Then, despite his less than enthusiastic reaction, I pushed ahead and inserted my self onto his lap and began to lick and nibble my way up his neck while rubbing my large firm breasts against his chest.&nbsp; It wasn't until I unzipped his pants and took hold of his shaft that he began to get into it.&nbsp; Well, he ended up coming five minutes later and even though I clearly hadn't come yet, he asked me if we could "finish up" later... <em>after</em> CNN! Not only was I left unsatisfied but horribly insulted as I ran to our room, slammed the door and cried myself to sleep.<br><br>&nbsp; The thing is..?&nbsp; The next morning?&nbsp; He wakes me up wanting to have a "quickie" before we had to get up and get ready for work!&nbsp; And while this time, we BOTH climaxed, my feelings were still hurt from the night before and when I tried to talk to him about it, he gives me a chaste kiss and tells me I'm being silly.&nbsp; UGH!<br><br>&nbsp; I don't know what's worse the monotony or the endless frustration I feel growing each and every day now....</strong><br><br><br><br>&nbsp; Layla closed the red leather diary with a sigh and put it away in her nightstand drawer.&nbsp; A glance at the digital clock that read 6:49 p.m. in bold red numbers,&nbsp; told her it was still early.&nbsp; She pulled her long sable colored hair into a pony tail and after pulling out her black Adidas workout pants and a t-shirt from her dresser, she tied up her running shoes and headed out for the jogging trail across the street from her house. She'd found that running was a great way to release stress <br>and expend some of the pent up energy she seemed to have an abundance of lately.<br><br>&nbsp; An hour later as she was on her way home, she ran into her neighbor Stella.&nbsp; Stella was a 30 year old widow with a passion and zest for life that reminded Layla of herself- well, atleast her <em>old</em> self anyway.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Hey Stella!" Layla said as she approached the tall redhead at the end of her driveway.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Got a hot&nbsp; date for tonight?" she chuckled.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Nope, tonight it's girls night- No Men allowed!" Stella responded in her charming southern drawl.&nbsp; &nbsp;" How about you? You and Marty got any plans?"&nbsp; Layla sighed and shook her head, &nbsp;" No, Marty's working late again, looks like it's just me and a pint of Ben &amp; Jerry's" <br><br>&nbsp; It was at that comment that Stella's brown puppy dog eyes got as big as saucers and a smile lit up her face, &nbsp;" Well, then I'd say it's the perfect night for you to come out with me and the girls!&nbsp; And.... I won't take no for an answer!" she said when Layla tried to politely decline. &nbsp;" Now go on, I'll be back to pick you up in an hour!"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <em> What the hell-</em> Layla thought as she went inside to get ready...... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 07:40:02</strong>
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				Martin was at work, but he wasn't actually doing work at the moment.&nbsp; He was on the computer looking up various video games he was interested in purchasing.&nbsp; "Hey Martin," one of his coworkers called out to him.&nbsp; "How much longer are you going to be in there?&nbsp; We've got the game going and wanted to know if you'd come join us."&nbsp; "What game?" Martin asked, looking away for a moment.&nbsp; "Risk tonight," Andrew replied.&nbsp; "Sounds good I'll be in in a minute.&nbsp; I'm going to call Layla and tell her I'll be running late as usual."&nbsp; As Andrew walked away, he couldn't help but shake his head.&nbsp; How could Martin work late all these nights when he had such a gorgeous wife at home?&nbsp; Hell, he'd thought of taking a stab at her one night if he could.&nbsp; Martin ignored her and complained most of the time about her!&nbsp; Idiot.<br><br><br>Across town, one of the city's presigious hotels was hosting a small get together of a group of former military men.&nbsp; "So what's the plan of attack?" Maddox asked, huddled up with a few of his fellow soldiers.&nbsp; "Usual buttonhook into the room," Darrell replied, checking the gun in his hands once more.&nbsp; Granted it was only a paintball gun but it was still a weapon.&nbsp; Maddox laughed and shook his head.&nbsp; "You know they'll be ready for that," Maddox replied.&nbsp; "After all, they have the same training we do.&nbsp; So next possibility?"&nbsp; Darrell thought it over for a few moments, then grinned.&nbsp; "I got it."<br><br>The hotel room door had a knock at it, answered by someone looking out the peephole.&nbsp; The war game was in full swing, and they were expecting a breach any time now.&nbsp; They had their paintball guns prepared, a mere pull of the trigger being enough to shoot any of their friends that came through the door.&nbsp; "Stand down," the one at the door said.&nbsp; "Looks like someone sent us a present."&nbsp; The door was opened, and in walked one helluva woman.&nbsp; She stood a few inches over five feet, was as busty as a lingerie model, and came in wearing a trench coat.<br><br>"Howdy boys," she crooned.&nbsp; "Don't know who you are, don't really care.&nbsp; Some man named "LT" told me to come see ya'll and make sure you get a good night."&nbsp; The guys were rubbing their hands together eagerly as the girl undid the belt of the trench coat.&nbsp; The problem came when she opened it up and revealed an entire collection of paint ball grenades, the pins already pulled off when the belt was undone.&nbsp; "Oh by the way sugars," the stripper said.&nbsp; "I grew up with four older brothers.&nbsp; I like playing these games too."<br><br>BOOM!&nbsp; The room was covered in paint as nothing was left untouched by it.&nbsp; Even the stripper, who just stood there when the blast coated the room, now wore nothing but that paint dripping all over her.&nbsp; The door was kicked in, and Maddox came walking through calm as could be.&nbsp; "Well well boys," he said with a laugh.&nbsp; "Oldest trick in the book.&nbsp; You can thank Lieutenant Darrell Graves for that one.&nbsp; Trojan horse."&nbsp; The guys covered in paint all proceeded to give him the one finger salute, to which Maddox grinned.&nbsp; "Get cleaned up boys.&nbsp; And make sure you be nice and tip the girl who just beat your asses.&nbsp; We're going out."<br><br>Maddox was a beast of a man, half a foot over six feet and looking like he was carved from stone.&nbsp; The tight camouflage style shirt clung to each edge of his hard upper body, biceps nearly tearing the cotton shirt.&nbsp; On his left arm were the initials "LFDY" and beneath it was "STA".&nbsp; Shaking his head, the paintball gun was pulled out of a pocket out of the camouflage cargo pants, pointed at the window, and the trigger pressed.&nbsp; The glass broke, and all of the guys were immediately grumbling and growling.&nbsp; "We have to be perfect in everything we do boys," Maddox said simply.&nbsp; "The place is covered in paint that won't come off easily.&nbsp; Why wouldn't we break a window too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 08:50:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; The club Stella had picked was the newest and hottest place in town and if the line to get inside the place was any indication of it's popularity, they were definately headed for a good time.&nbsp; Thanks to Stella's <em>connections</em> however, they were able to bypass the crowd and walk right in without having to wait in the chilly night air.<br><br>&nbsp; A heavy and somewhat techno- sounding beat met the women's ears and seductive strobe lights threw rays of color across the cavernous interior creating a distinctive upbeat vibe.&nbsp; Swarms of gyrating bodies filled the expansive dance floor which was surrounded by a circular bar that was also packed with people ranging in ages from 20 to 40, if Layla had to guess.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She closely followed Stella to an unoccupied booth while her two friends, Lisa and Cindy followed behind her.&nbsp; Layla was instantly relieved that she'd let Stella talk her OUT of wearing the rather prudish outfit she'd originally been dressed in. " Oh no, sweetie....you're not going to <em>shool</em> tonight, that outfit simply WILL not do!" she smiled as she recalled Stella's reaction when she'd arrived to pick her up.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; It hadn't taken&nbsp; long for Stella to search through her closet and find her stash of "slutty" clothes she'd kept from her <em>wilder</em> days.&nbsp; The days <em>before</em> she'd married Martin when she'd still known how to go out and have fun.&nbsp; Now, she fit in nicely with the short black dress that came to just above her knees and the pair of black stiletto boots showed off just enough of her tanned, toned legs to be sexy but not whorish and the low cut neckline excentuated her firm size D breasts perfectly.&nbsp; She wore her hair down, the wavy lockes falling to the middle of her back in a sexy waterfall of bronzed silk.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to reach Martin before they left the house so she'd just left him a message.&nbsp; The thought briefly entered her mind that it was too bad he couldn't see her dressed up like this as she had to admit that she looked and felt great!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;After they finally found a table that was set off adjacent to both the bar and the dance floor they ordered their&nbsp; first round of drinks and toasted to the beginning of a fabulous girl's night out!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 09:17:26</strong>
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				The best way for a group of former soldiers to get into a club?&nbsp; Step right to the front of the line, inform the bouncer that if he wanted to see a real fight he could see what happened when two groups of special ops put him through a wall.&nbsp; Maddox was the first one in, rubbing his hands together.&nbsp; Not the oldest of the group, but he'd seen more than his fair share of combat both working for the government and for whoever was the highest bidder.&nbsp; In his early thirties, Maddox was more than ready to enjoy himself for the night.&nbsp; It was interesting, though, to see just how many people in the group immediately took notice of him and the others when they entered the place.<br><br>There were ten of them in all, each of whom was clad in the exact same clothing.&nbsp; Camouflage cargo pants, black lace up combat boots, and a camouflage shirt that clung tightly to firm, muscular bodies.&nbsp; The men who gazed upon them were nervous, and most women would immediately take note of the bearings of military men.&nbsp; "Makes me wish I had brought a uniform," one of the guys laughed.&nbsp; "I guarantee there wouldn't be a woman here even with a man who wouldn't drop and suck my cock right then and there."&nbsp; Maddox laughed and clapped his friend on the back before making his way through the place.<br><br>They all moved like they were predators, stalking through the place, eyeing those around them in assessment.&nbsp; Cute girls, kinda cute girls, the ugly ones that were brought by the others to make them look better.&nbsp; The guys who thought they were tough, a few guys that had some real experience by the way they moved, and the limp prick fucks who were in way over their heads if their women brought them here.&nbsp; Maddox was at the bar and ordering a bottle of Budweiser.&nbsp; It didn't matter what country he was in, the drink order was the same.&nbsp; And if they didn't have it, well.&nbsp; It was usually a country that he wouldn't be in long enough to care.<br><br>"So where's the action at tonight?" Maddox asked the bartender, slipping a folded twenty in the palm of his hand to the man behind the bar.&nbsp; The bartender would look around for a few moments before looking at the table that Stella, Layla, Lisa, and Cindy were at.&nbsp; "Three regulars there," the bartender said.&nbsp; "The brunette's new, though.&nbsp; Haven't seen her before.&nbsp; Hottest of the four, no doubt.&nbsp; The one there, Stella, she's here all the time.&nbsp; She practically gives it up.&nbsp; The other two as well."<br><br>"So go for the new girl," Maddox responded as the bartender grinned.&nbsp; "Thanks for the tip my man."&nbsp; The bartender would pocket the money and shake his head.&nbsp; "Just helping a fellow soldier out," the guy replied.&nbsp; "I did a tour in Desert Storm, medics."&nbsp; Maddox turned and snapped a salute, which the bartender mimicked.&nbsp; "Life fast die young?" the bartender asked.&nbsp; "Strike Force Alpha," Maddox replied.&nbsp; "Black ops."&nbsp; The bartender nodded and put up another bottle of Budweiser, then quickly mixed a Sex on the Beach.&nbsp; "Go acquire your target, sir."<br><br><em>Well hell</em>, Maddox thought.&nbsp; Draining the one bottle, he picked up the other and the little frufru drink that any woman would surely desire.&nbsp; Wasn't his taste, that was for her.&nbsp; And with that, Maddox was moving through the crowd, heading to Layla's table, a cocky smile on his face and the drink for her in his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 09:20:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; " Holy shit! Would you look at the group of sexy GI-Joe's that just walked in!" Stella announced rather loudly, causing half the people in their immediate area to turn and look.&nbsp; <em> Oh hell...</em> Layla thought to herself as she admired the group of men that were now crowded around the bar. She'd always had a thing for military men- they had provided her with some of her most erotic, <em>naughtiest</em> fantasies to date.&nbsp; And by the looks the men were getting from a majority of the females in the club, she wasn't the only one.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Hell, there's enough of 'em for each of us to have two a piece and the other two we can all share...." Stella said, as Cindy and Lisa nodded their heads in eager agreement.&nbsp; &nbsp;" What do you say Layla...you game?"&nbsp; Stella had known for quite some time, as Layla had often confided in her, about the developing discord and discontent in her marriage.&nbsp; <em> But would she really suggest cheating" as the answer?</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" What?" Layla said belatedly, turning her gaze away from one of the men that had caught her eye.&nbsp; They were all buff and gorgeous, but there was just <em>something</em> about this one in particular that had her nipples hardening beneath her dress as her blue eyes caught his gaze from across the crowded room.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I said....Oh never mind, looks like you've already got one in your sights" her companions chuckled in unison before ordering another round of Bud Lights from the waitress.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The three women continued to ooh and aah and make explicit sexual comments about who was likely to have the biggest cock of the group, when she saw that the one she'd been staring at was headed their way.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh my god..." she murmured as she nervously wrung her hands together in her lap.&nbsp; It was at that moment,&nbsp; that she realized she'd left her wedding ring at home.&nbsp; And as he made his way through the throngs of people between them, his stare locked intently with hers, she realized that she was glad she had.....&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 15:17:21</strong>
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				"Evening ladies," Maddox said to the four of them, flashing a smile that was dazzling, charismatic, and perfect.&nbsp; "I brought this for the lovely lady in the tiny black dress."&nbsp; He laid the glass down in front of her without spilling any of it, leaning down enough so he could give them all a thorough examination.&nbsp; The way he regarded them was predatory, assessing them physically, staring at them as if they were something delectable to devour.&nbsp; A shake of his head and he laughed, low and resonating.&nbsp; "Fine ladies such as yourself is definitely a top reason why I enjoyed keeping this country safe.&nbsp; Hopefully the night finds you well."<br><br>A few of the others who'd come with him saw that he was talking to a few girls.&nbsp; <em>Well hell</em>, the three guys thought.&nbsp; <em>Time to provide coverage</em>.&nbsp; Maddox turned his head only slightly, catching sight of them as they approached.&nbsp; Back up.&nbsp; "Well ladies," Maddox said as the others made their way over to join him, all lining up around Maddox, giving quick introductions and smiles.&nbsp; "Seems like a few of my boys have joined me here.&nbsp; That's Ace, that's Caleb, and that's Gabe."&nbsp; Each one would smile and give a slight nod as he was named.&nbsp; "However, if you ladies don't mind, I would love to get the company of the little lady right there."<br><br>Immediately the three guys would ask the other three girls to go join them for a dance.&nbsp; And who wouldn't want to have the company of such a fine man as a military man.&nbsp; Maddox would slip into a quickly empty chair and look across the table at Layla, that smile on his face.&nbsp; "The bartender said he hasn't seen you here before," Maddox said, inclining his head at the drink.&nbsp; "Since I haven't been here before, I figured I should buy you a drink.&nbsp; I'm Maddox.&nbsp; Will you give me the pleasure of your name?"<br><br>Maddox did a quick assessment.&nbsp; She hit all of his check marks, given that fantastic figure, that hair, and the thought of maybe slipping off somewhere private with her to get a bit of pleasure going between them.&nbsp; She had a pale area where a ring should be, though.&nbsp; Recently divorced?&nbsp; Out playing while the husband's at home?&nbsp; Not his problem, one way or the other.&nbsp; Maddox waited patiently, looking relaxed as could be, drinking from his bottle as he kept his eyes on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 06:45:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Evening ladies, I brought this for the lovely lady in the tiny black dress." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; It took Layla a minute to realize that the man,&nbsp; who was quite possibly the most sexually alluring man she'd ever met, was referring&nbsp; to <em>her</em>. <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fine ladies such as yourself is definitely a top reason why I enjoyed keeping this country safe.&nbsp; Hopefully the night finds you well."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Oh, and so very charming too.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Well, I think the night has definately just improved" Stella practically purred in response.&nbsp; To say that Stella had&nbsp; gone a bit "wild" after the death of her husband 7 years ago would be a huge understatement and while Layla loved the woman to death, she often worried about her highly promiscuous ways.&nbsp; And as the guy introduced his friends, she could see the interest light up her friends face.&nbsp; <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"However, if you ladies don't mind, I would love to get the company of the little lady right there."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; The deep timbre of his voice sent chills racing down her spine, and she shot a discreet look to Stella, slightly nodding her head.&nbsp; Then, right on cue, the three of them left the table for the dancefloor, leaving her alone with the beautiful stranger.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Layla took a drink from her beer bottle as she watched the group walk to the dance floor, then turned her gaze back as he spoke, <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The bartender said he hasn't seen you here before, Since I haven't been here before, I figured I should buy you a drink.&nbsp; I'm Maddox.&nbsp; Will you give me the pleasure of your name?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She gave him a siren's smile as she eyed the "fru-fru" looking drink, &nbsp;" I'm Layla, it's nice to meet you, Maddox" she said with a hint of amusement in her eyes, &nbsp;" And he's right, this is my first time here" she paused briefly as she glanced over towards the bar, &nbsp;" but I tell you what, why don't you let <em>me</em> buy you a drink instead"&nbsp; she tipped her Bud Light bottle towards his own Bud bottle, making her drink preferrence known.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Layla signaled to the waitress as she strode by and ordered them each a beer before focusing her attention back on Maddox once again.&nbsp; One of the reasons she was so attracted to military men was due to their strength and bravery as well as the confidence that seemed inherant in a soldier. Maddox appeared <em>very</em> sure of himself and she had no doubt in her mind that he had every reason to be so.&nbsp; She was drawn to powerful males and Maddox practically oozed power and testosterone making her wonder what it was exactly that had ever attracted her to Marty, as he was the complete opposite of the man that sat before her now. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" So, is this just a night out on the town for you and your friends or is it a special occasion?" she asked , hoping like hell he didn't notice the slight tremble in her voice.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 00:57:57</strong>
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				Maddox would grin when she offered to buy him a drink.&nbsp; "That has to be a first," Maddox said as he took a swig of his bottle.&nbsp; "I can't ever remember a woman offering to buy me a drink.&nbsp; I'm much obliged, ma'am."&nbsp; A tilt of his head forward towards her.&nbsp; The tremble was heard, noted, processed.&nbsp; She was nervous.&nbsp; Wife out on the town without her husband.&nbsp; Was he out of town, or just not paying enough attention?&nbsp; Had to be the latter.&nbsp; Perhaps the other girls didn't like her husband, no one had mentioned it.&nbsp; Damn shame but he'd have to remedy that situation.<br><br>"So Layla," Maddox said, the waitress soon coming back with the drink.&nbsp; Maddox peeled a five from his pocket to place it on the serving tray, smiling at the lady with a "Keep the change," before he took up the new bottle.&nbsp; "You may have ordered it, but I won't let a lady pay for my drink.&nbsp; Wouldn't be the respectable thing to do, you know.&nbsp; Man has to make his own way in this world."&nbsp; A tilt of the head, cocky smile in place as he laid his free hand out on the table, near hers, fingertips nearly brushing.&nbsp; "Bit of both, in regards to your question."<br><br>"We're celebrating getting back together after a few months being apart.&nbsp; Just out and about having fun.&nbsp; Don't know when we'll get sent out again so we figured we'd see what's going on tonight."&nbsp; A pause as he took a drink, his eyes rarely straying from hers.&nbsp; "What about you, Layla?&nbsp; What're you doing out and about tonight?&nbsp; Girls night out or just out looking for a good time?"&nbsp; The way he said those last words held more than just the simple meaning they could imply.&nbsp; They were spoken with heat, low in a reverberating fashion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 07:46:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What about you, Layla?&nbsp; What're you doing out and about tonight?&nbsp; Girls night out or just out looking for a good time?"&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; The deep timbre of his voice was sinfully sexy and caused a flutter that felt as if a thousand butterflies had just taken flight inside her stomach.&nbsp; It had been quite a while since the last time she'd drank any alcohol and she realized, as she started on her second beer, that it wouldn't take much to tip her over the line between "tipsy" and completely "smashed".&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She set her bottle down while her pink tongue took a lingering swipe along her lips as her eyes once again met his.&nbsp; &nbsp;" A bit of both.." she replied with a playful grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Stella and the other girls do this on a regular basis and I decided that tonight I'd join them for once..... and being around Stella, one is almost guaranteed to have a good time" she said as she broke out into a full on smile and nodded her head towards the dance floor where Stella was currently dancing in the center of a crowd that had formed a circle around her.&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp; She returned her gaze back to Maddox as she took another slow&nbsp; pull on her bottle, enjoying the way the beer flowed smoothly down her throat.&nbsp; And as is so often the case, the more she drank, the less nervous she became.&nbsp; By the time the group returned from the dancefloor they'd each had atleast two more beers and were so engrossed in conversation they hardly even noticed that they were no longer alone.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 02:11:54</strong>
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				Maddox was smiling, a rare sight from the usually serious man.&nbsp; "Sounds like we both found something good then," he said.&nbsp; "After all, this is the first time I've been here and out with the guys in a while.&nbsp; What do you do?"&nbsp; Small talk was being made, but it definitely wasn't something that really interested him.&nbsp; What interested him was the way that pink tongue of hers would move along her lips, or the bottle.&nbsp; And the way that dress hugged all the right curves.&nbsp; Had him downright aroused to a point of near pain.<br><br>The others would be there in short time, and Maddox could have shot some of them.&nbsp; Then again, perhaps with a bit of a bigger crowd around them, she'd become a bit more bold.&nbsp; He hoped she wanted him as badly as he wanted her right now.&nbsp; When the waitress made her way around Maddox would call for a round for the entire group.&nbsp; The guys were laughing and going on and on about their commanding officer, even as they got their drinks in short time.&nbsp; Maddox threw up some twenties and didn't think anything of it.&nbsp; Whatever was extra the working girl could keep.&nbsp; After all, his attention was on Layla, and waiting to see what she would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 06:25:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; After their group returned from the dancefloor and regathered around the table, Layla had to move her chair closer to Maddox in order to make room for everyone.&nbsp; It was something she didn't mind in the slightest as it gave her the opportunity to "accidentally" rub her smooth, bare leg against his underneath the table.&nbsp; She was even brave enough to place her hand along his forearm as it rested on the tabletop beside her.&nbsp; And <em>Holy God!</em> it was like caressing granite, his muscles so exquisitely sculpted and hard as a rock.&nbsp; She had always been a sucker for a mans arms, capable of guiding his hands in ways that were so pleasurable to a womans body, or to protect her with powerful fists.&nbsp; And when she saw the hint of ink peeking out from beneath his shirt sleeve..?&nbsp; She knew she was goner. <em> Her mind instantly conjured up images of those lethally deadly arms caressing her naked, sweat slicked body with sure, expert strokes of his thick calloused hands in places that were moist and&nbsp; dark and.......</em> <br><br>&nbsp; The sudden shrill sound of her cell phone ringing dragged her mind out from the gutter and she had to shake her head to clear it of the highly arousing thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp;" If you'll excuse me?" she said to him before she got up from the table and walked across the bar area to the ladies room to take the call.&nbsp; It was only marginally quieter near the bathrooms but once she entered the empty restroom, and answered the phone, she had no problem hearing Marty's voice loud and clear.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Their conversation was brief, neither one giving or recieving many details other than the basics and then with a quick <em>See ya later</em>, the call ended. His lack of interest in where she was, or who she was with might have bothered her another night but tonight all she could think about was getting back out to Maddox...<br>So, after she used the bathroom, washed her hands and checked herself over in the mirror, she anxiously opened the bathroom door and headed back to the table. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 10:44:34</strong>
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				Maddox loved the little games she was playing.&nbsp; Oh the feel of her leg against his, rubbing ever so gently had him ready to take her right then and there.&nbsp; Then that damn phone rang.&nbsp; <em>Fuck it</em>, he thought.&nbsp; <em>Not about to let that shit get in my way</em>.&nbsp; So rather than simply let her slip away, he'd followed her discreetly, slipping through the crowd to stand near the bathroom.&nbsp; She was in there for a few minutes before she started to come out.&nbsp; He, though, was already standing with his back against a wall, looking over his shoulder to regard her.&nbsp; "Ever see Top Gun?" was all he asked before he'd start to march into the bathroom, forcing her to take steps back as he came forward.<br><br>"Don't care who that was," Maddox said softly.&nbsp; "Coulda been the Pope for all I care.&nbsp; The President.&nbsp; But all I know is you're gorgeous, and I want to see what you taste like."&nbsp; With that said, one arm would slide around her waist while the other would slide up into the long hair of hers.&nbsp; Tilting her head back, he'd lower his mouth to hers.&nbsp; He tasted the beer they'd both been drinking, but beneath that was her.&nbsp; The simple, sweet taste of her lips on his.&nbsp; Tongue flicking out to play against her mouth, hoping it'd open so he wouldn't have to make her open it.&nbsp; A smile on his face, dark, masculine as he thought of what he'd do to her inside this bathroom.<br><br>"Get up on the counter," he ordered, his voice breathy against her lips.&nbsp; "I want to taste you, sweetheart.&nbsp; I want to have the taste of that beautiful slit on my lips when you kiss me next.&nbsp; I want to be deep inside you, show you what a real man feels like when he takes you how you should be taken."&nbsp; Obviously Maddox moved quickly from what he was saying, doing.&nbsp; Not a man content to wait for the woman to say yes, he'd judged and went for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 08:30:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ever see Top Gun?" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Her breath caught in her throat as his large, masculine frame appeared before her and then like a predator with it's prey, stalked towards her as she retreated backwards into the ladies room.<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Don't care who that was, Coulda been the Pope for all I care.&nbsp; The President.&nbsp; But all I know is you're gorgeous, and I want to see what you taste like."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; His words sounded rough in his deep gravelly voice which along with the intensity in his eyes as he kept his gaze focused intently on hers,&nbsp; sent white hot flames of desire shooting through her body.&nbsp; <em>OhGod</em> she moaned silently in her mind right before he took her into his arms, flush against his amazing body and kissed her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Later, when she thought back on it,&nbsp; she'd realize that he'd taken control in that very first kiss.&nbsp; Completely possessed her and unleashed something inside of her that had been longing, waiting to be set free...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She opened her peach colored lips, which had long ago lost any of the brandywine colored gloss she'd dressed them up in that night, as their tongues met and danced in a fiery tango.&nbsp; Her arms came up instantly to wrap around his broad shoulders, giving herself the support to stay upright under his sensual assault as her knees suddenly felt weak and unstable.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Get up on the counter, I want to taste you, sweetheart.&nbsp; I want to have the taste of that beautiful slit on my lips when you kiss me next.&nbsp; I want to be deep inside you, show you what a real man feels like when he takes you how you should be taken." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; A moan escaped her lips as his wickedly bold words caused a trickle of moisture to dampen the bare, tender folds of her freshly waxed sex.&nbsp; She couldn't remember ever feeling so hot for a man before- not even Marty.&nbsp; The thought of her husband should have been like a cold splash of water against her heated skin and yet...and yet,&nbsp; she quickly dismissed him from her mind and let her raging desire for Maddox consume her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The bathroom wasn't all that spacious, with four stalls lining one wall, and a mirror with two sinks&nbsp; inset into a black granite countertop on the opposite wall.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; not space nor privacy mattered at the moment as Layla hopped up onto the counter , the hard surface cool against her ass as her dress rode up her thighs, exposing the barest hint of the black lace thong she wore beneath.&nbsp; &nbsp;She kept a hold of him as he moved his body in between her parted legs and curled her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind him.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Yes Maddox...God yes!" she barely managed to whisper between her increasing breaths.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 12:14:10</strong>
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				Maddox laughed, his hands moving along her thighs, fingers slipping up to stroke along her inner thighs.&nbsp; "Oh I love it when a woman does what she's commanded to do," he breathed against her mouth.&nbsp; "But these aren't the lips I want to kiss, sweetheart.&nbsp; I want the ones a bit...south."&nbsp; He slowly slid his body down between her legs, hands staying as he lowered himself down to his knees.&nbsp; One foot and one knee on the ground, his face moved in beneath her dress, nuzzling the lace thong she wore.<br><br>Rather than talk, his fingers moved further up her leg to grip that thong and slowly pull it down her legs.&nbsp; Doing so unlocked her ankles, but it was just so he could take that thong off and shove it into his pocket, quick and easy.&nbsp; Then his mouth began to nuzzle that flawless skin, sighing softly against it.&nbsp; Just what he needed.&nbsp; His mouth was rough on her tender slit, nuzzling and nibbling on her lightly as he did.&nbsp; His tongue flicked out to run the length of her slit before flicking her clit in one, practiced move.<br><br>"C'mon sweetheart," Maddox said against her.&nbsp; "Moan for me.&nbsp; Let me hear those sweet sounds as I get you off."&nbsp; He had his plan in mind.&nbsp; Get her off with his mouth, then fuck her like his job depended on it.&nbsp; His mouth opened enough so he could start sucking her clit between his lips, tongue pushing her firmly.&nbsp; The moan would go straight to that sweet little nub of hers, his tongue and lips vibrating against her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 20:05:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla's head fell back on her shoulders, her long wavy hair falling like a cascading flow of amber silk down her back as he manouvered his head in between her thighs.&nbsp; With her thong now removed, she put her legs over his shoulders and let them fall open, exposing her slick, glistening pussy that was so ready to be consumed by him.&nbsp; Her palms were flat on the counter behind her as she tried to hold herself steady despite the way her limbs trembled in anticipation.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" OHGod!" she cried out at the first touch of his warm breath and tantalizing tongue against her clit.&nbsp; Her hips shifted beneath her as she tried to get closer to his mouth.&nbsp; Her hands,&nbsp; moving of their own volition,&nbsp; moved to his head as her fingers clenched his short hair, her nails lightly massaging his scalp. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "C'mon sweetheart, Moan for me.&nbsp; Let me hear those sweet sounds as I get you off." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>&nbsp; She needed no further encouragement as she began to whimper and moan while her hips pumped erotically against his mouth, desperate for the friction to push her over the edge.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" OhGod...Maddox...I'm...I'm...so..Ohh..so..close!!"&nbsp; she panted in a near breathless tone.<br>And then,&nbsp; with a final hard stab of his wondrous tongue her clit pulsed in his mouth and she came....<em>long and hard </em> while she groaned out his name. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 03:01:06</strong>
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				<em>This pussy's mine,</em> Maddox thought to himself as he quickly lapped at her slit, devouring whatever sweet juices flowed out of her.&nbsp; He'd plant a soft, slow kiss on her pussy before moving himself back up, sliding her legs off of his shoulders as he pulled her closer to the edge of the countertop.&nbsp; "That's right sweetheart," Maddox said with a smile, a finger coming up to run along his mouth to gather the last of her sweet taste.&nbsp; "That's just the start, you know.&nbsp; I'm going to have you begging for more before this night's over.&nbsp; You know how long it's been since I've been with a woman?"<br><br>One hand was put on the counter next to her hip, the other went down to the front of his pants.&nbsp; The zipper was undone and he'd reach inside to pull his cock out.&nbsp; Like the man, his cock was large, thick.&nbsp; "This is why I wanted to get you off first," Maddox said as he put the tip of himself against her, his eyes already going to half-mast as he looked down at her.&nbsp; "Wouldn't want to break you on the first night, doll."&nbsp; One hand cupping her hip, the other would slide down her thigh almost possessively as he began to slowly slip himself into her slick slit.&nbsp; God she was so tight it made him grunt and do all he could to be cordial.&nbsp; Be...nice.&nbsp; Not to just slam it inside of her and fuck her like a dirty little slut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 04:28:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; The pulsing aftershocks of her mind- numbing orgasm slowly faded away as he rose to his feet,&nbsp; yet her desire and <em>need</em> for more only increased.&nbsp; <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That's right sweetheart, That's just the start, you know.&nbsp; I'm going to have you begging for more before this night's over.&nbsp; You know how long it's been since I've been with a woman?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; She could only shake her head in response as her eyes traveled down his perfectly chiseled chest to watch with eager anticipation as he opened his pants to reveal his rock hard cock.&nbsp; <em> Ohshit!</em> she thought briefly as she got her first good look at his huge, pulsing shaft.&nbsp; To say he was bigger than any she'd ever seen would be a huge understatement, and just the thought of him stretching her warm, tight tunnel sent a gush of her juices to cover the mushroom shape head of his cock. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"This is why I wanted to get you off first, Wouldn't want to break you on the first night, doll." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> his voice sounded deep and husky with arousal yet she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the sight of him entering her.&nbsp; A sexy <br>moan left her partially opened lips as he began to push inside her.&nbsp; The wet, pink lips of her pussy parted and gripped his dick like a glove- it was the most erotic sight she'd ever seen.&nbsp; She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling faster and faster as lust like she had never known shot through her like a lightening bolt.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Yes Maddox!" she cried as she pulled his mouth to hers, licking the lingering flavor of her pussy from his lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Harder! Please.. Fuck me Harder Mad..AHHH!"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 06:30:10</strong>
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				This is what he needed.&nbsp; Not another night with some sycophant, he needed a real woman on a night like this.&nbsp; He smiled against her lips even as his hands gripped her hips to keep her from moving down along his length quicker than he wanted.&nbsp; "Oh no baby," he said, his mouth devouring hers, biting her lips, sucking her tongue, driving his tongue into her mouth even as he slid himself inch by agonizing inch inside of her.&nbsp; "You're going to have to beg more than that to have me fuck you harder.&nbsp; I have a plan in mind for all of this."&nbsp; One hand moved up to the top of her dress, pushing it down enough to spill one of her large breasts free.<br><br>"I figure I'll fuck you once here like this," he said against her lips, his hand, rough from training, gripping her breast tightly.&nbsp; "Then I'm going to get you out on the dance floor and slide into you from behind.&nbsp; Let everyone dance around us while I fuck you right there in the middle of all those people."&nbsp; His hand massaged her breast, gripping it tightly as he pushed himself into her completely.&nbsp; She was so tight around the girth of him, almost painfully so.&nbsp; He imagined that she'd be almost ruined for any other man after a night like this.<br><br>He'd slowly begin to withdraw from her, laughing softly against her mouth.&nbsp; "Maybe get you back to my hotel room," he breathed softly, mouth moving away enough that he could bring his fingers up to her mouth, making her take them in to wet them.&nbsp; "See what you look like tied up.&nbsp; Ever had a man take your ass, sweetheart?&nbsp; It'll get you off like you wouldn't believe."&nbsp; With his wet fingers he'd move his fingers back down to her breast, rubbing her nipple slowly and powerfully before simply gripping and tugging on it sharply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 09:06:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I figure I'll fuck you once here like this, Then I'm going to get you out on the dance floor and slide into you from behind.&nbsp; Let everyone dance around us while I fuck you right there in the middle of all those people."&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; His blunt, erotic words spoken in a deep, lust filled voice made her groan low in her throat.&nbsp; Then the sudden thrust of his magnificent cock into her weeping pussy erased any and all thoughts from her mind completely.&nbsp; A mindless, raging sense of near primal urgency raced through her body straight to the velvet lined walls of her sex, contracting in a fist like grip around his invading shaft. <br><br>&nbsp; <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Maybe get you back to my hotel room, See what you look like tied up.&nbsp; Ever had a man take your ass, sweetheart?&nbsp; It'll get you off like you wouldn't believe."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; <em> OhGOD!&nbsp; She was going to come if he kept talking to her that way....</em> She'd never been as insanely horny as she was with him.&nbsp; She eagerly took his fingers into the wet cavern of her mouth and sucked on them in a similar manner as she would do to his cock.&nbsp; Her head lowered as she watched his&nbsp; fingers play her nipples like a finely tuned musical instrument, plucking and pulling on the small, pink buds like an expert.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <em> This</em>, she realized in a sudden burst of clarity, <em> was what she'd been missing, needing, wanting for so long now. Everything that had been lacking in her sex life with her husband.&nbsp; Layla was and had always been a very passionate, adventurous woman.&nbsp; Yet all of that had been pushed back, hidden away because for whatever reason, Marty preferred a more "subdued, timid and quiet" lover and wife.&nbsp; So she'd ignored her natural instincts,&nbsp; even told herself it didn't really matter that much- that she could live with plain old vanilla sex.....</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; But now.....&nbsp; every single one of her senses had been aroused- <em> the feel</em>, the tactile sensation of his hot, hard body beneath her fingertips, the heady <em>scent</em> of sex that filled the air, the <em>sound</em> of their mingled heavy breathing and the way he talked so fucking deliciously dirty to her, and the <em>sight</em> of his huge cock pushing through her bare, pink lips into her tight, wet sheath, and the <em>taste</em> of her own juices taken from his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; After this, how could she ever go back...?&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 20:00:21</strong>
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				This is exactly how he liked to have his lovers.&nbsp; So overwhelmed by all of the sensations that all they did was pant, moan, and seep all over him.&nbsp; His face was alight with dark passion, tongue wetting his lips before he leaned forward that little distance to kiss her.&nbsp; But he didn't merely kiss her, after all.&nbsp; Instead he teased.&nbsp; Lips pressed against hers before pulling back quickly.&nbsp; The tip of his tongue flicked out to tease her lips, pulling back once more if she sought it.&nbsp; Then a quick press of lips, tongue thrusting against hers before pulling back once more.&nbsp; "Beg," he commanded.<br><br>While his mouth was enticing her, making her beg, his hand on her breast would be making her want to weep in pleasure.&nbsp; His fingers stroked along the large bosom, those rough fingertips working into the flesh of her breast in strong, knowing touches.&nbsp; He'd grip her breast tightly one moment, loose the next, before the fingertips would stroke down until they came to her nipple.&nbsp; Gripping it once more a sharp tug was delivered before the fingers began to stroke, massage the abused nipple.&nbsp; "Beg," he commanded again.<br><br>Of course, then he had to truly punish her.&nbsp; His hips pounded against her body hard and fast, his breath coming in quick pants as he fucked her like she should be fucked.&nbsp; Good little slut, he thought.&nbsp; The idea of my dick in your ass has you all but dripping down my cock.&nbsp; I'll have you begging for more.&nbsp; His eyes were open, watching her as he delivered pleasure to her in the most punishing of ways.&nbsp; The length of him slid against the walls of her tight pussy, even the slick juices being only somewhat helpful.&nbsp; He wanted it this way, though.&nbsp; Maddox wanted her to feel every bit of him as he fucked her so hard and deep.&nbsp; They'd just met and he was already claiming her.&nbsp; She would be his to do with what he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 08:04:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Beg,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> he commanded.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; It took a minute for the words to penetrate the thick veil of pleasure she was lost within and even then she had a hard time comprehending his meaning.&nbsp; <em> Beg?</em> she thought to herself as her head fell back against the mirror behind her.&nbsp; Her whole body trembled with the need to come and at the rate in which he was pounding into her tight sheath and gripping her breasts, it wouldn't be long now.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; In all her years with Marty, she'd never lost her mind or her senses to such wild, abandoned passion like this.&nbsp; She literally felt on the razor's edge of madness with the way Maddox was making her feel and it was a dangerous emotion that she feared she could too easily become addidcted to.<br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Beg,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; he commanded again, his nearly brutal thrusts had her breasts bouncing along with the rhythm of her body.&nbsp; She moved an arm between their sweat slicked bodies and with the tips of two fingers began to rub her engorged clit with swift, hard strokes.&nbsp; As her orgasm loomed closer she looked him straight in his lust filled eyes and in a guttural moan said, &nbsp;" Please!! Make me come...I'm beg...begging you!" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 10:17:08</strong>
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				He knew he was going to blow his load deep inside of her.&nbsp; She was tight, hot, and Christ she was wanting more.&nbsp; However, she'd put her own fingers on her clit.&nbsp; A fierce expression crossed his face as the hand went from her breasts down to grip her wrist, pulling her fingers away from her clit.&nbsp; "I didn't say you could do that," he said, taking that hand and holding it up to her mouth.&nbsp; "Suck your fingers.&nbsp; You want to do something with that hand you can suck your fingers or pull on your own nipples.&nbsp; But you won't cum until I tell you to."<br><br>With that simple edict he began to pummel her as hard and fast as he could.&nbsp; Of course as this was going on, the door would be opening to let a woman or two in to catch the sight of them before they quickly went back outside.&nbsp; However, that wouldn't stop either more people from coming to see or him from fucking her.&nbsp; His face was slick with sweat, exertion beating a path along his body from the effort he was putting forth.&nbsp; His eyes flicked up to hers, making sure she was doing what she was told.<br><br>A final thrust had both hands holding her hips in place as he lodged himself as deep inside of her as he could get.&nbsp; His body spasmed with each string of semen he unleashed into her well-fucked slit.&nbsp; His panting was fast and deep, trying to suck as much oxygen into his body to rejuvenate himself as he could.&nbsp; No protection, hell he hadn't even asked if she were on the pill.&nbsp; But there was nothing like letting himself go bareback in some beautiful woman like this.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 09:11:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I didn't say you could do that, Suck your fingers. You want to do something with that hand you can suck your fingers or pull on your own nipples. But you won't cum until I tell you to."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; Layla whimpered at the loss of stimulation as she had been so close to coming that her clit practically screamed out in protest.&nbsp; And yet, at the same time, the sound of his deeply roughened voice full of lust filled exertion as he <em>demanded</em> her compliance, amazingly made up for it and nearly pushed her over the edge into orgasmic bliss.&nbsp; She eagerly put her fingers into her mouth and sucked the juices that covered them hungrily, moaning in pleasure at the taste.&nbsp; Her other hand didn't grab her bouncing breasts but&nbsp; snaked it's way around&nbsp; to his firm rounded ass cheek, that flexed with his fierce thrusts,&nbsp; and grabbed it instead. Her nails dug in deep as she urged him harder...deeper until he was pounding into her with mind numbing force that had her completely under his control.&nbsp; With her heavy lidded eyes only partially open, she just barely registered the fact that a few women had actually come in only to hastily retreat at the sight of their wildly erotic display on the bathroom counter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something that typically would have embarrassed the shit out of her, yet, on the verge of an explosive orgasm, she couldn't care less. <br><br>&nbsp; Despite his demand that only he would control her climax, the minute she felt the hot stream of his seed burst like a geyser deep inside her pussy, she followed suit with her own powerful release.&nbsp; Her inner muscles clamped down hard around his cock as if trying to keep him inside of her while she screamed out his name in ecstasy. <em>Thank god she was on the pill,</em> she thought belatedly as she collapsed against his heaving chest minutes later.&nbsp; But the mere fact that <br>she'd not even <em>thought</em> about protection <em>beforehand</em> startled her.&nbsp; The only thing that kept her from freaking out was the fact that with him being in the military, he'd likely have been tested for any diseases or STD's and was more than likely safe.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 20:00:48</strong>
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				Maddox was grinning like a very content cat, his hands moving along her hips slowly, possessively.&nbsp; "You'll have to be punished," Maddox said.&nbsp; "After all, I didn't tell you that you could orgasm."&nbsp; One hand would reach up to stroke along her cheek softly as he let the other drop down between them.&nbsp; He was still within her, starting to get a bit soft but it's not like he couldn't have her get hard again.&nbsp; "I wonder how I should punish you."&nbsp; His fingers would close on her clit, beginning to stimulate it hard and fast.&nbsp; He wondered what type of girl she was.&nbsp; Would his rough, deft fingers stroking, prodding, rubbing her clit like that trigger another orgasm?&nbsp; Would it hurt?&nbsp; Perhaps he'd be the first to bring her to multiple orgasms in a short period of time.<br><br>"So are you married?" he asked, breath catching a bit given what had just happened.&nbsp; "I'd like to know if I just ruined another man's wife."&nbsp; The smile on his face was positively devilish as his fingers continued to work at her clit, demanding attention.&nbsp; "Because lets face facts.&nbsp; I'll have you begging for more of this before the night's over.&nbsp; As I recall, I told you I'd fuck you in the middle of the dance floor before taking you back to my room."&nbsp; The hand stroking her cheek would slide down to cup one of her exposed breasts, massaging it in the lightest of caresses.&nbsp; "So the woman's restroom is done.&nbsp; I'll give you the option of picking where you're going to suck my cock."<br><br>The commanding tone he had, the things he was doing, already had his cock going from soft to hard again.&nbsp; Light pumping motions were made once more, his eyes flicking towards the mirror to catch the sight of some women in the doorway.&nbsp; A few of her friends were, apparently, taking in the sight of her getting fucked by a random military man.&nbsp; His smile was still oh so devilish as he leaned in near her whispers.&nbsp; "You like being watched?" he asked before he let his lips caress hers, the touch at odds with the frantic movements against her clit.&nbsp; "You're being watched right now.&nbsp; I bet those women think you're a slut.&nbsp; Are you a slut?&nbsp; Are you my slut?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 08:05:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; She gasped as renewed desire shot through her already well-sated body when he began to stroke her clit with increasingly firm fingers.&nbsp; <em> God! If this was his idea of punishing her, then she could think of soo many ways in which to misbehave!</em> <br><br>&nbsp; <em> Oh shit....she was going to come again....Oh God.. Soo hard too</em>&nbsp; Her hands gripped his shoulders for dear life as he drove her closer to another earth shattering release.&nbsp; The only time she'd ever had multiple orgasms was when she used her vibrator.&nbsp; It was an older model that had to be plugged in and had several different attachments as well as a heat setting and two speed levels.&nbsp; ( Her preferrence however was always the higher/faster setting) She called it "Chainsaw" due to it's size and the sound it made as she ground it against her pussy.&nbsp; &nbsp;But because Marty didn't care for it, saying it was "crude", she rarely used it anymore.&nbsp; Hell, she was lucky if she came at all with him, the thought making her resent his criticism of "Chainsaw" even more.<br><br>&nbsp; As if he'd read her wayward thoughts, she was surprised when he asked her if she was married.&nbsp; <em> Hell, not NOW!</em> she wanted to cry out, she was so fucking close....just a...little...more..... <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "So the woman's restroom is done.&nbsp; I'll give you the option of picking where you're going to suck my cock."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> he said after she ignored his marriage question and brought her to within seconds away from exploding.<br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "You like being watched? You're being watched right now.&nbsp; I bet those women think you're a slut.&nbsp; Are you a slut?&nbsp; Are you my slut?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>&nbsp;" Oh..OHYESS!!!" she screamed out.&nbsp; His words were all she'd needed to fly off the edge of pleasure so intense she feared she'd pass out from it.&nbsp; <br><br><em>OhMyGod! She <strong>was</strong> a slut, wasn't she? </em> she thought minutes later as she came down from her sexual high.&nbsp; A glance at the door showed that whoever had been watching them had left- <em>thank god</em>.&nbsp; She worried her bottom lip beneath her teeth as she placed her palms against his broad, firm chest that felt so good beneath her fingers she nearly moaned with the sensation.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; she reluctantly applied the slightest pressure in an attempt to push him away from her as the reality of what she'd done began to sink in.&nbsp; She'd just cheated on her husband!&nbsp; With a man she'd barely known for 10 minutes!&nbsp; And in the fucking bathroom of a club and without a condom!&nbsp; <em> And had enjoyed every single minute of it too..</em> she admitted to herself with a sigh. <br><br>&nbsp; She took a breath and raised her sapphire blue gaze to meet his, knowing that he'd see her shame and self recrimination burning bright within their depths.&nbsp; <em> What must he think of her?</em> she wondered briefly.&nbsp; She'd never before acted so impulsively, so...so...promiscuously and she lowered her head not wanting to see the disdain he likely viewed her with.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" I...I'm sorry Maddox," she said as she scooched away from his heated body, &nbsp;" You asked about....you asked if I was married, and the answer is...yes." she avoided his eyes as she hopped down from the counter to her still shaky feet, her hands instantly finding purchase against the countertop for support. She quickly lowered her dress and covered her breasts with swift, brisk motions unsure of what to say or do next.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" I don't know what came over me, I'm not usually like...well, like <em>this</em>" she said quietly.&nbsp; Her body still hummed from the orgasms he'd given her and it took everything she had not to fling herself in his arms and beg to see him again.&nbsp; So, before she did just that and made a complete ass of herself by looking like a slut AND a psycho, she grabbed her purse and ran out of the bathroom.&nbsp; And straight out of the club.... <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:09:29</strong>
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				"Well hell," Maddox said, standing there for a moment with his wet cock hanging out of his pants, his shock evident.&nbsp; "I think that's a first.&nbsp; I think I'm a bit wounded."&nbsp; Of course all of that was said after she left.&nbsp; So the question was to find out more about her or not.&nbsp; His hands made quick work of putting himself away and zipping up, strolling out of the restroom for all intents and purposes as if he'd belonged there.&nbsp; The looks he got were lust-filled and shocked.&nbsp; A wink at a few of the girls before he slipped out of the immediate area of the restroom and was heading towards the table.<br><br>The guys saw him, all of them looking confused.&nbsp; Maddox gave a quick shake of the head, once both ways, before he sank into one of the seats at the table.&nbsp; "Well hell ladies," Maddox said, gesturing at the actual women and his friends.&nbsp; "I think I scared Layla off.&nbsp; Damned shame too.&nbsp; Not that I blame her, you know.&nbsp; Wouldn't want a lovely young lady's reputation ruined by some old dog like me."&nbsp; Of course, the guys would know what had really happened.&nbsp; They had, after all, pulled similar stunts in the past.<br><br>A hand was raised to get a Bud, and he'd lean forward on the table.&nbsp; "Now ladies," Maddox said, giving a charming smile.&nbsp; "I need to know a little information about that darling Layla.&nbsp; What's it gonna take to get what I want?"&nbsp; Obviously the man was willing to bargain, cut a deal, do whatever it'd take to get the information he needed.&nbsp; Layla caught his interest like hadn't happened in some time, and it was time to play the game a bit.<br><br>Meanwhile, at the home of Martin and Layla, Martin was relaxing in front of the television.&nbsp; There wasn't much else to do.&nbsp; Layla was off somewhere, probably with that whore Stella.&nbsp; "Christ," Martin said, rolling his eyes.&nbsp; "I can just see it now.&nbsp; She's going to come home wanting to have a romp in the bed because her and Stella were out and saw some hot guy.&nbsp; I worked all damned day and there wasn't even a dinner to come home to."&nbsp; A shake of his head as he looked at the end table that held the lamp and the less-than-desirable meal he'd thrown in the microwave and barely eaten.<br><br>"Ah hell," Martin said, standing and stretching.&nbsp; "Maybe if I'm in bed when she gets home she'll just take what she needs and let me sleep."&nbsp; The dish was taken out to the sink, rinsed less than thoroughly, and left there for her to handle.&nbsp; It was, after all, the least she could do given that he'd taken care of her needs completely.&nbsp; A grunt and he was heading upstairs to sneak into bed, hoping that if she did wake him it wasn't for too long.&nbsp; He had to be up early for work again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 08:12:45</strong>
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				&nbsp; After paying the cab driver and waiting for him to drive away, Layla warily made her way up the front steps that led to her darkened front porch.&nbsp; <em> Nice of Marty to leave the light on for me</em> she thought with no little amount of irritation as she fumbled with her key in the lock of the door.&nbsp; She'd pretty much sobered up on the way home and now regretted running out the way she had without even a word to Stella that she was leaving.&nbsp; But she knew her friend would have insisted on taking her home and she hadn't wanted to ruin their good time.&nbsp; She hoped that perhaps Maddox would atleast let her know that she had left and ideally without the details that led up to her hasty departure.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em> If she didn't already know, that is. </em><br><br>&nbsp; Luckily and not surprisingly, the house was dark and silent when she entered.&nbsp; Marty was always in bed long before now, despite it being the weekend.&nbsp; Of course, he had been going in to work even on the weekends lately and for once, she hoped this weekend wouldn't be any different. She gingerly made her way up the stairs and into their bedroom where the glow from the T.V. Marty had obviously fell asleep watching illuminated his sleeping form in their large four poster bed.&nbsp; Relief flooded her as she quickly made her way into the large master bathroom where, after closing the door, she stripped out of her clothes and hopped into the shower.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The immediate pleasure she felt as the hot spray of water hit her tired and tense muscles, almost just as quickly evaporated when she realized that she'd be washing <em>his</em> scent off of her body.&nbsp; And the thought surprisingly bothered her for some reason she didn't dare dwell on too closely at the moment.&nbsp; With a sigh of regret, she grabbed her bottle of jasmine scented body wash and poured enough into her hands to get a good, thick lather going.&nbsp; Starting with her face, she ran her hands over her skin , working her way down her neck then to her firm, round breasts when the memory of Maddox's work roughened hands teasing and gripping her there made her nipples instantly harden.&nbsp; <em>Ahhh, God!</em> she thought as the tingling spark of renewed arousal danced down her spine.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; It only took seconds for her hands to make their way down to her drenched, swollen lips as images of Maddox touching her, kissing her, <em>fucking her</em> fueled her fingers frenzied dive between them into the weeping core of her pussy.&nbsp; Then another few seconds before she found just the right combination of movements over her engorged clit before she opened her mouth in a silent scream and came long and hard.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; When she finally found her breath again, she quickly rinsed off and turned off the shower.&nbsp; Thoughts of her very uncharacteristic behavior and the man who was likely the reason behind it filled her mind as she dried off and slipped into a t-shirt and panties and crawled carefully into bed.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 18:01:43</strong>
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				Martin was awakened by her coming through the bedroom and going into the bathroom, but he was just pleased that she didn't come and bother him.&nbsp; It was undoubtedly late, and he had to go work in the morning.&nbsp; Their money didn't just magically appear like in some fairy tale, and unlike her, he didn't have the luxury of just going out and partying.&nbsp; If he did that, he'd get behind on work and then they'd have to suffer the consequences.&nbsp; At least she was being courteous by going and washing herself of all the crap she probably picked up at the club or wherever she went.<br><br>When she climbed into bed he would roll over and throw an arm over her midriff.&nbsp; Martin pulled her in close and snuggled in close to her.&nbsp; "Hey baby," he said, sleep making his words come out in a slur.&nbsp; "Sorry I couldn't go out with you tonight.&nbsp; Hopefully you had fun."&nbsp; Martin inhaled the scent of her, sighing softly and nuzzling into her hair.&nbsp; "Hope you had fun.&nbsp; I got work in the morning so I'ma go back to sleep.&nbsp; Just wanted you to know I love you."<br><br>Meanwhile, as the party at the club was winding down, Maddox would be finishing up the interrogation of Lalya's friends.&nbsp; He'd picked up more than enough information to find out more about her.&nbsp; Perhaps now, though, it would be an appropriate time to set up something more.&nbsp; A look over at Stella, a neighbor of Layla's, and his mind clicked into gear.&nbsp; He could go home with her, give her the time of her life, get a quick shower, and sneak out as soon as he saw that Layla's husband was gone.&nbsp; Taking her in her own house would be a feat.<br><br>"What's the plan Commander?" one of his boys asked him as Maddox stood near a dark corner , arms folded over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle.&nbsp; "Well man," Maddox said.&nbsp; "I'm thinking the best way to cross into enemy territory so I can complete my previous mission."&nbsp; Since the man knew what Maddox had been doing in the bathroom, his grin was broad.&nbsp; "Point of penetration?" he asked Maddox.&nbsp; "Any place I can stick it," Maddox replied with a dark, masculine laugh.&nbsp; "C'mon.&nbsp; Looks like I'm going to be fucking that Stella tonight.&nbsp; If she can at least do half of what she's been bragging about it might be worth it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 08:27:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla's breath caught in her throat as her husband's whispered words both surprised and warmed her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>When was the last time he'd told her he loved her?</em> she wondered as she softly exhaled into her down filled pillow.&nbsp; The warmth of his body curved familiarly around hers as she both heard and felt his breathing even out into that of a restful, sound sleep as she fought back a surge of emotions.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; That she would feel guilty was not surprising, afterall,&nbsp; she <em>had</em> just committed adultery.&nbsp; Something she'd never imagined herself doing before, no matter the state of her marriage.&nbsp; Nor was the shame she felt at her wanton promiscuity unexpected either.&nbsp; Even the fact that she'd likely never see Maddox again, couldn't lessen her regret over such whorish behavior.&nbsp; <em> God! What in the hell had come over her?</em>&nbsp; But, with an all too vivid memory of him and the echoes of the way he'd made her feel still reverberating through her body..... deep down,she was afraid <br><em>she knew</em> the answer.&nbsp; And it was that, which scared her the most, because,&nbsp; god help her if she ever <em>did</em> see him again - she didn't know if she'd be able to resist.... <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 01:56:54</strong>
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				The dawn of the next day would bring about some interesting changes to everyone's life.&nbsp; Martin was up early, giving Layla a quick kiss on the lips before slipping away for work.&nbsp; Whenever he woke up next to her, he couldn't help but think he was the luckiest man in the world to be married to her.&nbsp; They had their ups and downs, but he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.&nbsp; He'd have to cut out early today and pick her up something special.&nbsp; One of the necklaces she'd been looking at the other day.&nbsp; The thought of her wearing the necklace and nothing else had him getting hard quickly.&nbsp; However, with little time for anything but thoughts this morning, Martin was out the door before she could wake up.<br><br>At the neighbor's house, Maddox was spying on the house across the way.&nbsp; The husband looked like one of those weak-willed types.&nbsp; <em>Would never make it through a week of basic</em>, he thought.&nbsp; Stella was asleep in the bed, having been thoroughly fucked every which possible way last night.&nbsp; She wasn't half bad, but Maddox's mind wasn't seeing her beneath, on top, or kneeling before him.&nbsp; He had Layla on his mind, and that would swiftly change from on his mind to in the flesh in short order.<br><br>He'd showered while Stella slept, making sure to get the smell of her off of him.&nbsp; Normally the smell kept him going through the day, but not now.&nbsp; He wanted no scent before he took Layla in her home.&nbsp; After all, Layla's scent would be the one he wanted to have on him when he was back in his hotel room, planning with his troops.&nbsp; A near constant stare at his watch as he counted off the time.&nbsp; Once fifteen minutes were past, Maddox was out of Stella's house and over at Layla's.&nbsp; A knock on the door as he kept himself out of immediate sight, ensuring she'd have to open the door to see who he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 23:58:53</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong> Diary entry dated 11-1-09:</strong></span><br><br><br><em> I faked sleeping this morning when Marty left for work.&nbsp; The kiss he gave me was sweet and gentle, so familiar yet so distant as well.&nbsp; I am almost afraid to write of what transpired last night.... as if writing down the words somehow give the whole crazy incident power or meaning..? Or, maybe, I'm just slowly going crazy...... Regardless, if I don't get it out, I fear I really will go insane.....<br><br>&nbsp; *takes deep breath* ..I cheated on Marty last night!&nbsp; And God help me - I loved it!&nbsp; I met someone, a man ( although he was WAY more man than any I'd ever known before) who played my body like a finely tuned instrument with expert skill and fervor.&nbsp; I'd like to use&nbsp; the fact that "M"&nbsp; was unbelievably gorgeous and a military man ontop of that,&nbsp; as the reason for my behavior but honestly, it was SO much more than that.&nbsp; "M", with a single word spoken in his deep timbred voice, an intimate stroke of his hand against my skin, and one look into his deeply intense eyes that gazed at me with a fierceness that shocked me to my core,&nbsp; had uncovered a part of me that I'd thought dead and buried long ago.... <br>&nbsp; What frightens me however,&nbsp; is that now that that part of me has been reawakened, what do I do with it?</em> <br><br><br><br>&nbsp; Layla closed the worn red leather cover of her journal and placed it in the drawer of her nightstand before warily making her way to the bathroom and into the shower.&nbsp; Fifteen minutes later, with a white fluffy towel wrapped around her long, wet hair and her favorite red silk bathrobe on, she padded barefoot down the stairs to get some much needed coffee.&nbsp; She'd just passed through the tiled entryway on her way to the kitchen when a knock on the front door stopped her in her tracks.&nbsp; Since it was Saturday, the day the paperboy always came to collect his weekly fee, she didn't think twice about walking right over and without even a glance out the peephole, opened the door, &nbsp;" Morning An......" <br><br>&nbsp; It wasn't "Andy", the 12 year old paperboy, but a full grown, <em>hungry</em> looking man..... &nbsp;" Maddox.." she whispered in shock and not a little disbelief........&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 05:29:27</strong>
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				Maddox stood there for a moment, allowing his gaze to fall down along her in that bathrobe.&nbsp; The sight of her alone in that made him instantly harden.&nbsp; And she was barefoot!&nbsp; The thought of nibbling on her toes while pounding her made him almost drool.&nbsp; "Well hello there," he said with that deep voice.&nbsp; "Pleasure to see you here.&nbsp; So tell me.&nbsp; Did you plan on just leaving a soldier stranded or were you going to help him home?"&nbsp; He didn't move to enter into the house, just stood there for the time being.&nbsp; After all, he was casual and calm as he regarded her.<br><br>Inside, though, he was in a tumultuous state.&nbsp; Of course he wanted to sweep her right off of her feet, carry her up to bed, and ravish her within an inch of her life.&nbsp; Doing so, though, would take little work.&nbsp; Perhaps a nice, slow seduction of her body.&nbsp; His eyes displayed the hungry flame that he had for this girl.&nbsp; Was it because she was, essentially, hard to get?&nbsp; Or was it because he just felt something for her?&nbsp; Another slow assessment of her had the answer immediately.&nbsp; It's because he wanted to do whatever he wanted to do to her whenever he wanted to do it.<br><br>"Are you going to invite me in or should I just stand here like I'm on a detail?" he asked, head cocked to the side, smiling oh so pleasantly.&nbsp; The calm this man radiated was a damned near palpable thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 00:22:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Are you going to invite me in or should I just stand here like I'm on a detail?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His question seemed to bring her out of her shell shocked stare as she moved aside, &nbsp;" Oh! I....I'm sorry, come in" His scent trailed after him as he walked by her, bringing forth a fresh wave of images to the forefront of her mind of their time together the night before.&nbsp; She closed her eyes briefly and released the breath she hadn't even been aware she'd been holding as she closed <em>and locked</em> the door behind him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Her hand,&nbsp; absentmindedly went to the towel she wore "turban-style" on her head and released it, her long damp hair spilling down her back and right shoulder.&nbsp; She clung nervously to the towel,&nbsp; now held in her hands before her, almost like a shield, &nbsp;" About last night....I, " she had to clear her throat suddenly as the words seemed stuck there.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I'm sorry for running out on you like that, I.....well, it's just that....<em>shit</em>,&nbsp; I guess I just freaked out..." <br>Which was the truth, she <em>had</em> freaked out- only not for the reasons he probably assumed.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Her eyes fell to the floor, suddenly aware of her state of dress, or <em>undress</em> rather.&nbsp; She hoped that in doing so,&nbsp; he wouldn't see the emotions that were always so evident in her expressive eyes.&nbsp; Because if not, he'd know just how vulnerable<br>she really was in his alluring presence and/or&nbsp; how much she longed for a repeat performance.... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 04:46:18</strong>
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				"It's fine that you freaked out," Maddox said as he gave her that long look again.&nbsp; The sight of her like that had him hard and aching already.&nbsp; A smirk on his lips as he would move around through the living room, looking at the drape-covered windows.&nbsp; "Nice, no one can see in here."&nbsp; A look at her and he'd make a come here gesture with his index finger.&nbsp; "C'mon over here, Layla.&nbsp; We both know we're not done from last night.&nbsp; Not by a long shot.&nbsp; It just means we'll finish things here, in your house, as opposed to my hotel room."<br><br>Maddox let himself fall gently into the couch, his legs spread wide, letting the sight of his camo pants tented up at his groin be seen by her.&nbsp; "I'm going to fuck you completely and utterly," Maddox said, as calm as could be.&nbsp; "First, you're going to suck my cock.&nbsp; Then I'm going to fuck you here, on this couch.&nbsp; Then, I'm going to take you up to your marriage bed and fuck you there as well.&nbsp; I figure here, we'll be fairly nice.&nbsp; Not down and dirty."&nbsp; Maddox's smile was sinful it was so mischievous.<br><br>"The dirty stuff will be up in your bedroom.&nbsp; The bed where you sleep with your husband.&nbsp; I bet he's a tiny man in all those ways.&nbsp; Real soft.&nbsp; Saw him leaving."&nbsp; He'd unzip his pants, freeing the large erection he had hidden away.&nbsp; "I bet you have a toy or two up there.&nbsp; I figure you can have one in that sweet cunt of yours, with my cock plunging into the depths of that tight ass of yours.&nbsp; Now, lets get started sweetheart."&nbsp; His hand dropped to his erection, stroking it lightly as he waited for her to comply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 07:27:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;Layla stared at the man&nbsp; who was as compelling to her as drugs were to an addict, with obvious shock written across her blush stained face.&nbsp; His presence here, <em>in her house</em> felt so surreal, as if it were a dream to which she'd inevitably wake from any minute.&nbsp; &nbsp;She watched him with curious eyes as his big, beautiful body fell unceremoniously onto the couch making it impossible not to see the huge bulge beneath his camo pants.&nbsp; A sight that instantly turned her nipples into diamond hard tips.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm going to fuck you completely and utterly, First, you're going to suck my cock.&nbsp; Then I'm going to fuck you here, on this couch.&nbsp; Then, I'm going to take you up to your marriage bed and fuck you there as well.&nbsp; I figure here, we'll be fairly nice.&nbsp; Not down and dirty."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Not surprisingly,&nbsp; the pink tint of her blush from just seconds ago flared back to life and spread rapidly up her neck and on to her cheeks as his crude and explicit words briefly shocked her into silence.&nbsp; <em> Yet,&nbsp; wasn't it that licentious attitude that excited her the most?</em> she thought to herself as she slowly made her way across the hardwood floor towards him as if in a trance.&nbsp; As if his words acted as the key to unlocking her<br>every deepest, darkest fantasy.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she finally stood before him, she had to fight to maintain some semblance of civility, when every instinct inside her screamed&nbsp; for her to "pounce" and to take everything he had to give.<br><br>&nbsp; Her hands clenched at her sides, and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth as indecision raced through her.&nbsp; Then,&nbsp; just as she thought she'd drop into his lap, he spoke again,&nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The dirty stuff will be up in your bedroom.&nbsp; The bed where you sleep with your husband.&nbsp; I bet he's a tiny man in all those ways.&nbsp; Real soft.&nbsp; Saw him leaving. I bet you have a toy or two up there.&nbsp; I figure you can have one in that sweet cunt of yours, with my cock plunging into the depths of that tight ass of yours.&nbsp; Now, lets get started sweetheart." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; His words felt like a punch to her gut.&nbsp; <em> Husband,,,,<strong>your husband</strong>.....what the hell was she thinking?&nbsp; She was married!&nbsp; She should have never had sex with Maddox in the first place, much less actually consider doing it again!!</em>&nbsp; With a gasp,&nbsp; she backed away from him, the look on her face,&nbsp; one of absolute misery and confusion.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I...I'm sorry, I can't do this...you should....you should go...&nbsp; Then,&nbsp; with one last look of utter longing on her face, she turned and ran for the stairs........&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 22:46:43</strong>
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				Maddox loved it when they ran like that.&nbsp; Playing hard to get.&nbsp; After all, it was obvious that she wanted more of what he had.&nbsp; She'd been all but ready to jump right on top of him and fuck him right then and there until he'd mentioned the husband.&nbsp; A frown as he was up and off the couch, pushing himself back into his pants as he moved after her.&nbsp; Unlike her, he'd been trained for quick, urban movements.&nbsp; Granted it was her house, but she was emotional.&nbsp; He wasn't.&nbsp; His strides were quick and long, eating up the distance between them even as he made the stairs and she was further above them.<br><br>"You know what excites predators?" he called out, seeing if she'd stop even for a moment.&nbsp; "The chase.&nbsp; Pheromones are released that convey the fear of the prey.&nbsp; You're not just afraid, though.&nbsp; You're aroused.&nbsp; You're wanting me to take you in every sense of the word.&nbsp; You haven't been fulfilled since I did it last night.&nbsp; So why fight it?"&nbsp; Of course, if she slowed, he'd slowly move up the stairs to catch up to her.&nbsp; If she DIDN'T slow, well, Maddox could take the stairs three at a time to catch up to her rather quickly.<br><br>Regardless, he wouldn't bull rush her into the bedroom and take her.&nbsp; Although he wanted to, that wasn't going to be the way to keep this one around at his beck and call.&nbsp; Rather, he'd just continue talking.&nbsp; "You're not doing anything wrong," Maddox crooned.&nbsp; "After all, you're responding to nature.&nbsp; Females go to the strongest male.&nbsp; I'm a natural born leader, baby.&nbsp; So what you're doing, what you did?&nbsp; Just natural.&nbsp; So why don't you just follow the instincts that have been buried by a dull life and have some fun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 08:18:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know what excites predators?" he called out, seeing if she'd stop even for a moment.&nbsp; "The chase.&nbsp; Pheromones are released that convey the fear of the prey.&nbsp; You're not just afraid, though.&nbsp; You're aroused.&nbsp; You're wanting me to take you in every sense of the word.&nbsp; You haven't been fulfilled since I did it last night.&nbsp; So why fight it?" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; His voice, so enticing, <em> so close behind her</em> sent her mind reeling with words that tempted her beyond reason. Her steps faultered.... her heartbeat sped up and her pulse jumped at the truth his words held, the meaning was all too clear.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You're not doing anything wrong," Maddox crooned.&nbsp; "After all, you're responding to nature.&nbsp; Females go to the strongest male.&nbsp; I'm a natural born leader, baby.&nbsp; So what you're doing, what you did?&nbsp; Just natural.&nbsp; So why don't you just follow the instincts that have been buried by a dull life and have some fun." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; Halfway up the stairs, her pace slowed ...and then stopped.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sighed hard as she realized the futility of trying to escape the intense need that was currently clawing it's way to the surface.&nbsp; &nbsp; Right or wrong ceased to matter <em>as it actually felt unnatural to resist him </em> any longer.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; With her back still facing him, her head fell back, her long mane of damp amber colored hair spilling down behind her as she inhaled a shaky breath...and then another.&nbsp; She knew he was at the base of the stairs and that he could and likely would have caught her before she made it to the top, and although that was a highly appealing thought, she wasn't in the mood to play that game at the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Layla turned around and looked down at him briefly before walking in a maddening slow pace down the stairs, slowly but surely closing the distance between them.&nbsp; She didn't say a single word but her intent was likely shining loud and clear in her lust filled eyes.&nbsp; She got to the last step,&nbsp; &nbsp;and using the height advantage that the stairs provided her, allowing her to be at eye level with him, she grabbed him with her fists clenched in his shirt and with all her might pushed him against the wall and took his mouth in a hard, hungry kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:37:50</strong>
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				Now that's what he was talking about!&nbsp; Her turning aggressive like that, putting him against the wall and claiming his mouth like that made him groan into the kiss.&nbsp; One arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in tight against him, his arousal rubbing against her belly as his other hand slid up into her hair.&nbsp; The damp hair was held tightly in his fist as he returned every ounce of her aggression, tightening his grip, holding her as tightly against him as he could.&nbsp; Granted, after a few moments of this he walked them across the stairway and drove her into the wall.<br><br>"C'mon baby," Maddox whispered against her lips, his mouth moving to suck on first her upper lip than her lower lip.&nbsp; "Tell me what you want.&nbsp; How you want it."&nbsp; His tongue flicked over her lips, teasing as his hand left her hair to blaze a slow, hot trail along her back until he could grip her ass firmly.&nbsp; "Start with your deepest, darkest fantasy.&nbsp; And we'll go from there.&nbsp; I got time, and you need to be done thoroughly.&nbsp; Righteously."&nbsp; His mouth moved away from hers so he could kiss along her jawline, nibbling the skin roughly before biting her ear and tugging on it, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure.<br><br>The arm around her waist loosened so he could slide it down along her thigh, lifting her leg and lifting it up along his hip.&nbsp; It let him grind more against her, teasing her with what had been inside of her just the night before.&nbsp; He wanted her so much it hurt, his cock throbbing within the confines of his pants.&nbsp; "You gonna take care of me?" he asked.&nbsp; "Make me see stars, baby girl?&nbsp; Fuck me as hard as I'm going to fuck you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 19:32:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;<em>Oh God Yes!</em> her mind screamed as he swiftly took control and had <em>her</em>backed against the wall now.&nbsp; She groaned deep in her throat and with surprising ease tore off his shirt, letting her hands explore the heated expanse of his chest, reveling in the way his flesh leapt and twitched under her touch. She very nearly came when his large hand cupped her bare ass beneath her robe while he licked and then bit her ear- all the while speaking in that deep, sexy voice with just the slightest drawl that drove her past any thought of resistance.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; He made it hard to think beyond the sensations shuddering-<em>burning</em> through her body and when he smoothly lifted her leg, which she instantly curled around his hip,&nbsp; and she felt the thick, hard bulge of his cock rubbing hard against her pussy, she whimpered in need.&nbsp; And yet, his words hadn't gone unnoticed, <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Tell me what you want.&nbsp; How you want it. Start with your deepest, darkest fantasy.&nbsp; And we'll go from there.&nbsp; I got time, and you need to be done thoroughly.&nbsp; Righteously." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> and while it might not be her deepest, darkest fantasy, the idea in her head would not be ignored.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You gonna take care of me?" he asked.&nbsp; "Make me see stars, baby girl?&nbsp; Fuck me as hard as I'm going to fuck you?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; She gave him a sexy siren's smile as she nodded her head and with reluctance,&nbsp; extracted herself from his embrace, took him by the hand and led him upstairs to a spare bedroom.&nbsp; There were two extra bedrooms but she intentionally brought him to the one that had, in a corner of the spacious room, a full length, stand alone floor mirror.&nbsp; And as they came into view of it, their reflections showed her robe was barely hanging on to her body and his bare chested frame looming behind her, each with barely controlled passion and lust shining bright in their eyes.&nbsp; <em>God, he was beautiful!</em> <br><br>&nbsp; Layla remained in front of him, &nbsp;" No, stay where you are Maddox" she said when he started to move around her.&nbsp; &nbsp;" and <em>watch</em>." <br>She then proceeded to untie the belt from her robe and let it slide seductively from her body to pool around her feet on the carpeted floor.&nbsp; A gush of liquid arousal slipped from the bare lips of her sex as she saw, in the mirrors reflection,&nbsp; his eyes flash with what could only be described as pure, primal lust. She moved backwards slightly, until she was pressed up against him, her back to his front, eyes never leaving the mirror as she&nbsp; &nbsp;raised her arms up and around his neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I want to watch you take me, Maddox, I want you to watch yourself fucking me...."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 04:56:27</strong>
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				There wasn't much he wasn't wanting to do to her right now.&nbsp; Given that she was standing naked in front of him now, pressing against him, her arms draping up around his neck, well damn.&nbsp; He'd just have to oblige the lady.&nbsp; His eyes stared over her, at the mirror as his hands moved down along her body, starting at her shoulders and working their way down.&nbsp; The barest touches along the sides of her breasts as he moved down along her slim waist to her hips, gripping them firmly before he ground himself against her ass.&nbsp; "I think I can oblige you there darlin'," he said in that deep, slow drawl.<br><br>His hands moved off of her hips so that he could unbutton and unzip his pants, kicking them down to his knees.&nbsp; "Spread those lovely legs of yours girl," he said in her ear.&nbsp; When she did as told one hand was on her hip and the other gripped himself, guiding it to her already wet entrance.&nbsp; When the head of his cock was inside of her his hand slipped around to cup one of her heavy breasts.&nbsp; Kneading it, his head on her shoulder, he began to take her long and slow.&nbsp; "Mmm damn girl," he breathed into her ear.&nbsp; "Still so tight.&nbsp; I'ma make you fit me like a fuckin' glove."&nbsp; Then he started to fuck her in earnest.<br><br>The strength in his body was known to her by now, but he still put it to good use on her.&nbsp; He pushed as deep into her as he could in one stroke before slowly withdrawing it.&nbsp; He moved his hips, angling, so that he could hit that sweet spot inside of her.&nbsp; If he could hit her g-spot he knew she'd cum screaming in moments.&nbsp; "So wet too," he breathed into her ear.&nbsp; He nipped at her lobe, tugging on it for a few moments even as his fingers kneaded her breast with a rough, work-worn hand.&nbsp; "I love it.&nbsp; Love a tight, wet slut ready to be fucked at a moment's notice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 06:19:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla's mouth opened in a silent scream as he shoved himself inside the tight confines of her weeping sex.&nbsp; She watched in wide eyed wonder the way in which he so easily took control of her body and it took all of her will to fight back her climax from exploding too soon.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh..Mad....Maddox..." she chanted in sync with his powerful thrusts as her firm, round breasts bounced heavily in his palm.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mmm damn girl, Still so tight. I'ma make you fit me like a fuckin' glove.So wet too,I love it. Love a tight, wet slut ready to be fucked at a moment's notice." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><em>Oh shit....</em> he was going to make her cum talking like that!&nbsp; It was something she'd secretly longed for in her marriage, as Marty never uttered a single word when they had sex, but she had forever feared his reaction to mention it.&nbsp; She was so close and getting closer every second, with every thrust of his rock hard cock and <em>it was so fucking good!</em>&nbsp; She wanted it to go on forever.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; With a sudden jerk of her body, she pulled away from him and moaned at the loss.&nbsp; But she had to do something to prolong it, &nbsp;" God Maddox, I was so close...too close...come here" she said in explanation as she lowered herself to the floor,&nbsp; on her hands and knees, her long hair flowing like amber silk down the lean curve of her back.&nbsp; She wiggled her ass seductively, &nbsp;" Please...<br>hurry lover, I need you.....to fill me...so tight, so full" Like a cat in heat, her ass raised in the air tempting....waiting....&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 08:18:23</strong>
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				Oh damn!&nbsp; There she was, just offering it up just like that?&nbsp; "Bet you're a virgin there too ain't you?" Maddox asked as he dropped down behind her, his body quickly draped over hers, one hand on the floor, the other stroking her body.&nbsp; Teasing her, knowing what it was she wanted and now making her work a bit harder for it.&nbsp; "Never had a nice, thick dick up there?&nbsp; It'll feel so good, too, baby girl.&nbsp; I want to hear you beg for it."&nbsp; His hand first cupped one of those dangling breasts, to heavy and full in his hand.<br><br>A bit of kneading as he moved himself close to her, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks as he pumped against her, teasing her.&nbsp; His hand moved further down her body, tracing a path along that taut stomach before dipping between her legs again.&nbsp; His fingers would play with her wet slit, dipping inside to take more of her sweet juices out.&nbsp; Pulling himself back from her enough that he could stroke himself with those juices, making him nice and slick.&nbsp; "You see what I'm doing Layla?&nbsp; Getting my cock nice and wet for that lovely ass of yours."<br><br>Once he'd made a few trips from her cunt to his cock, coating himself and teasing her mercilessly, he'd grip himself and start to push against her ass.&nbsp; "Don't clench and just take a deep breath," Maddox said, starting to push himself into her.&nbsp; Even if she weren't a virgin in this area, he was still above average in size and was taking care to slide himself into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 23:57:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla writhed beneath him.&nbsp; Then with a glance at the mirror in front of her,&nbsp; the sight of his big, beautiful body covering hers made her feel primal in her urgency to be taken. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Never had a nice, thick dick up there? It'll feel so good, too, baby girl. I want to hear you beg for it." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; And she was damn near closer than he knew to doing just that when she felt the hard, rigid length of him glide between her cheeks while his masterful hand swept into her weeping folds <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You see what I'm doing Layla? Getting my cock nice and wet for that lovely ass of yours."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>OhGod did she ever! And the eroticism of it nearly forced her to come</em> But she held on-just a bit longer....as she panted and whimpered in need and desire.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; And then finally, she felt the slow burn of his entry, causing her hold her breath in response.&nbsp; <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Don't clench and just take a deep breath," </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> She did exactly as he said despite the increasing pain that had her wincing and trembling.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh!....OhGod Maddox! I c...can't...I...I..." <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 02:21:14</strong>
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				It was going to hurt for her first time.&nbsp; But she wanted it this way.&nbsp; He pushed himself inside of her in slow increments, being careful enough to not hurt her overly so.&nbsp; An inch, let her get acclimated to that, and then another inch pressed inside of her.&nbsp; Once he was sheathed completely inside of her, his hand began stroking along her slit slowly.&nbsp; A smile on his face as he looked at her in the mirror, his mouth near her ear.&nbsp; "Let me give you a taste of some forbidden pleasure," he whispered, teeth scraping along her neck as two fingers began to press within her cunt while his cock was lodged within her ass.<br><br>He started to move his hips while leaving his fingers within her, withdrawing from her in slow strokes before pushing inside of her as deep as he could get.&nbsp; These slow strokes would get her used to him being there, in such an invasive place.&nbsp; The focus the man had was complete, entirely on bringing her as much pleasure as he could.&nbsp; Once she was adjusted enough to him he began to pump inside of her ass hard and fast, at this time moving his fingers in an opposing way of his cock.&nbsp; If his cock was deep inside of her, his fingers were barely inside of her.&nbsp; If his cock was nearly out of her ass, his fingers were completely buried in her sweet slit.<br><br>"Just like that baby," Maddox drawled.&nbsp; "Just imagine if I had one of my buddies here to do this.&nbsp; You'd have two cocks inside of you.&nbsp; Hell, two of my buddies and we'd fill you up completely.&nbsp; Just say the word and all of those dark fantasies you've dreamed of can be made to happen for a night."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 08:31:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Oh..God!...Maddox!!...Ooooooh!" Layla crooned as he slipped his fingers along her soaking wet slit.&nbsp; She could feel the slow clenching within her pussy as pleasure mixed with the unfamiliar stretch and burn in her ass.&nbsp; Her body instinctively bucked against him as the heated thrill of such forbidden sensations shot through her in pulsating waves.&nbsp; Such intense, blinding pleasure! <br><br>&nbsp; Perspiration began to coat her body as she gasped at his perfectly timed thrusts, her eyes glued to the erotic image reflected in the mirror.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was mesmorized by the sight of their furious fucking, hardly recognizing herself with an open mouthed expression of such harsh exstasy on her face.&nbsp; <em> God! What this man did to her!</em> The heated fury of arousal was unlike anything she could have imagined.&nbsp; <em> Was it possible to even dream of such pleasure?</em> Pleasure that sent a wicked heat burning through her senses, filled her mind with images so dark, so erotic it made her question her own sanity.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; It was too much, she cried out hoarsely as tension tightened her womb, building.... so close...so.. "AHHHHHH!!!!" Her climax exploded with such force, she saw stars amidst the inky blackness of her tightly closed eyes.&nbsp; And had it not been for his strong arms holding her, she'd have collapsed to the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 06:34:01</strong>
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				Maddox paused for a few seconds when her orgasm began, but wouldn't stay still.&nbsp; He knew that if he continued when her climax hit its midpoint he could, hopefully, prolong it.&nbsp; So when he saw her starting to slow in that shaking he started to pound into her ass hard and fast.&nbsp; His fingers left her cunt so he could bring them up to his lips, sucking on them so she could see him doing that in the mirror.&nbsp; "That's right baby," Maddox grunted after he finished licking his fingers.&nbsp; "I want you to keep cumming all day for me.&nbsp; All.&nbsp; Fucking.&nbsp; Day."&nbsp; The man, though, had no intention of letting himself go so soon.<br><br>After last night, he didn't know how quickly he'd be able to recover.&nbsp; Might as well make her as happy as he could before he spent himself.&nbsp; For some reason, though, he expected her capable of bringing him back to strength in no time.&nbsp; His hands would grip her waist as he pounded her in short, powerful strokes.&nbsp; He wanted to have her go into another orgasm while she was still in the throes of that first one.&nbsp; Didn't want to give her any time to think at all, just pure sexual bliss.<br><br>Before he got too close to the edge, though, he'd pull out of her ass completely.&nbsp; He was panting for breath, sweat slicking his hard body as he looked at her through the mirror.&nbsp; "Didn't think I was going to cum so easily did you?" he laughed.&nbsp; "Oh no darlin'.&nbsp; I want you in that marriage bed.&nbsp; I want to coat that lovely pussy of yours with all of me.&nbsp; So that when you're in that bed?&nbsp; All you think about is my cock inside of you sugar."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 07:38:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Layla fought to catch her breath after not one,&nbsp; but two earth-shattering orgasms that he'd so expertly orchestrated.&nbsp; Her mouth open, her chest heaving for desperately needed air as she'd completely stopped breathing when right before her first climax began to ebb away, another one rocked through her stunned body, completely shocking her into breathlessness.&nbsp; <em> God help her but he'd be the death of her!</em> Yet what a way to go....!<br><br>&nbsp; She gasped when, with surprising swiftness, he pulled out of her well sated body.&nbsp; She knew he hadn't cum yet although she'd sensed he had come close.&nbsp; As if reading her thoughts, which were likely evident by the questioning look on her fully flushed face he explained, <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Didn't think I was going to cum so easily did you?"Oh no darlin'.&nbsp; I want you in that marriage bed. I want to coat that lovely pussy of yours with all of me.&nbsp; So that when you're in that bed?&nbsp; All you think about is my cock inside of you sugar."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br><em>That marriage bed. </em> She saw how he'd looked hungrily across the room at the queen sized bed that was made up in a black and cream colored paisley bedspread with a mountain of black and gold coordinating silk throw pillows as he spoke in a low heated tone.&nbsp; <em> He thought they were in her bedroom...the master bedroom that she shared with Marty</em> she realized as her eyes travelled the length of his big, brawny body that tempted her beyond reason in the mirrors reflection.&nbsp; <em> Of course he would.... why wouldn't he?</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; She hadn't exactly indicated any differently when she'd led him up there- too hot and horny to discuss such irrelevant specifics.&nbsp; So why start now?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; With a slowness that belied the renewal of her desire and anticipation for whatever it was Maddox had in store for her next, she stood up and faced him, her back now to the mirror.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I have a feeling Maddox.." she whispered huskily in his ear, &nbsp;"that&nbsp; I'll be thinking about your cock inside me no matter where I am....you see,&nbsp; it's something a girl could so easily become addicted to."&nbsp; &nbsp;Then,&nbsp; she lightly traced the outer shell of his ear with her tongue before nipping his earlobe between her teeth.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 08:07:51</strong>
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				When she licked and nipped at his ear, Maddox's world shook for a moment.&nbsp; This woman was going to be the death of him, he was certain of it.&nbsp; He'd stand before her, stepping close, his throbbing, wet erection pressing firmly against her stomach.&nbsp; "That's good," he breathed against her lips, his moving lightly against hers as he spoke.&nbsp; "Because that's what I want.&nbsp; I want you thinking of this."&nbsp; His hips pumped, stroking himself against her belly, sliding it along her skin in short, slow movements.<br><br>"So you gonna lead me over to that bed?" he asked, kissing her gently.&nbsp; A short, brief, sweet kiss.&nbsp; "Or am I just going to carry you over there so I can fully enjoy that body of yours?"&nbsp; He stepped away so that he could trace his mouth down her neck.&nbsp; "Your neck."&nbsp; Mouth moved further down, kissing his way along both of her breasts.&nbsp; "Your breasts."&nbsp; His head came up, eyes on hers as his mouth once again took a sample of hers.&nbsp; "You riding me in that bed.&nbsp; Or do you have any...toys in here?"&nbsp; The look in his eyes were absolutely devilish at the thought!<br><br>"Would you like me to tie you up darlin'?" he asked.&nbsp; "Of course, you'd have to tell me how you wanted it.&nbsp; Face up or face down.&nbsp; Both have so many fun positions."&nbsp; He started to drift from her, heading to the bed.&nbsp; "There are so many possibilities with me, darlin'.&nbsp; All you need to do is tell me how, as in hard, and how, as in long."&nbsp; The smile on his face was still that cocky, devilish smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 09:04:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That's good, Because that's what I want. I want you thinking of this."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Layla closed her blue eyes as a whimper slipped passed her kiss roughened lips at <br>the erotic slide of his rock hard cock against her belly.&nbsp; &nbsp;Need coiled deep within her core as a fresh wave of arousal swept over her senses.&nbsp; Her nipples hardened against <br>his chest and a fresh trickle of wetness seeped from between the bare, tender lips of her sex.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "So you gonna lead me over to that bed? Or am I just going to carry you over there so I can fully enjoy that body of yours?" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Her concentration was shot to hell as he laid a trail of sensuous kisses from her neck to her aching breasts.&nbsp; Her head fell back on her shoulders, her long hair hanging silkily down her back right to the top of her ass as she grabbed on to his thick, muscled arms for support.&nbsp; <em> Holy God! She wanted him inside of her again!&nbsp; Wanted him filling her tight channel as her velveteen inner muscles milked him dry&nbsp; as he filled her to overflowing with his thick, hot cum!</em> <br><br>&nbsp; That line of erotic thinking reminded her of the box of condoms in the drawer of her nighstand table- <em>which</em>, she thought with a grimace, <em> was in her fucking bedroom!!</em>&nbsp; And toys?&nbsp; <em> Also in her bedroom!</em> Shit!&nbsp; How could she get away and get them, without him realizing that they were really in the <em>guest bedroom?</em>&nbsp; Well, all she could do was try....<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" I do have something I think you'll like.." she said as she gripped his pulsing cock with her hand and slowly pumped up and down, &nbsp;" wait for me on the bed while I go get it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 04:40:53</strong>
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				"Sure thing," Maddox said, sliding away from her as he didn't lose his gaze upon her eyes.&nbsp; He would sit on the edge of the bed, watching her, his hard cock wet from her juices, his body carrying that light sheen of sweat.&nbsp; Rather than lean back and relax, he'd start pumping himself lightly with his right hand.&nbsp; The left hand was left on his thigh, clenching randomly as he stroked himself in slow, somewhat tender touches.&nbsp; His eyes never left her body as he did this, taking in the sight of her sweat-slicked skin, the puffiness of her sex, and the way her breasts heaved with each breath.<br><br>"You better hurry doll," Maddox said, his breath catching as his hand worked along his length, rubbing lightly at the most sensitive of spots.&nbsp; "I'd hate to finish this without you.&nbsp; So you move that pretty little ass of yours to where it needs to go so we can get me done and working on a new build up."&nbsp; The words were teasing, taunting, daring her to do anything but what he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 07:44:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Layla backed out of the room slowly, her eyes riveted to the erotic sight of Maddox's big hand pumping his even bigger cock. <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You better hurry doll, I'd hate to finish this without you. So you move that pretty little ass of yours to where it needs to go so we can get me done and working on a new build up."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><em> AhhhGod!</em> she moaned in anticipation, turning on her heel and practically racing down the hall to her bedroom.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; After grabbing the unopened box of condoms from her nightstand, Faith reached underneath her side of the large king sized bed, groping around frantically until she found the hidden box in which she kept her "stash" of sex toys.&nbsp; She briefly considered taking out a few of her faves but time was of the essence as the thought of Maddox stroking his beautiful dick to release without her made her unwilling to waste any more precious time than necessary.<br><br>&nbsp; In what could have only been a few minutes time, Layla returned to the guest room, her cheeks slightly flushed, with the box of condoms in one hand, and the much&nbsp; larger "sex toy" box in the other.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Fast enough for you?" she said with a sexy grin and strode immediately to his side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 07:58:18</strong>
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				Maddox would grin when he saw her walk in.&nbsp; That was, until he saw her with the box of condoms.&nbsp; "Oh hell darlin'," Maddox said, his hand sliding off of his cock and on to the bed.&nbsp; "Gonna try to wrap me up in some little piece of rubber?&nbsp; That's just so mean.&nbsp; Not gonna give me the pleasure of feeling every little bit of you?"&nbsp; Maddox actually sighed and would lean back on the bed, the muscles in his stomach bunching as he laid with his elbows on the bed, his cock pointing straight into the air.<br><br>"See," Maddox continued.&nbsp; "I think this is what you should do.&nbsp; Find a nice pair of leather restraints in there.&nbsp; Something black and chrome.&nbsp; That'd look mighty fine on you.&nbsp; I'll tie you up, face up or face down.&nbsp; You simply say which direction."&nbsp; Maddox smiled.&nbsp; "And there's a reason for that.&nbsp; See face up, you're you.&nbsp; Face down, you're just a body."&nbsp; Maddox's cock twitched, bouncing lightly back and forth.&nbsp; "If it's you, it'll be a good time and we'll both be happy.&nbsp; If it's anyone, well hell.&nbsp; I'll do all types of things I wouldn't do with a respectable woman."<br><br>After a deliberate pause, he'd grin at her.&nbsp; "Such as telling that slut that her pussy's so fine it's gonna make me coat her insides with my cum.&nbsp; That I'm gonna go so deep inside of her that I hit her cervix to dance between pleasure and pain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 09:34:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; The sight of him, all tanned, sculpted muscle relaxing back on the bed with what she decided <em>had to be</em> the most magnificent cock any man could have ever been blessed with, suddenly brought on a serious case of nymphomania!&nbsp; Her mouth watered and she licked her lips, imagining his thick, pulsing length gliding into her mouth, over her tongue and down her throat.&nbsp; She whimpered at the thought and cursed the fact that had it not just been in her ass, she'd already have him in her mouth by now.<br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "See, I think this is what you should do. Find a nice pair of leather restraints in there. Something black and chrome. That'd look mighty fine on you. I'll tie you up, face up or face down. You simply say which direction.&nbsp; And there's a reason for that. See face up, you're you. Face down, you're just a body. If it's you, it'll be a good time and we'll both be happy. If it's anyone, well hell. I'll do all types of things I wouldn't do with a respectable woman."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; His words made her pause as she settled next to him on the bed, both the boxes forgotten for the moment on the floor next to her feet.&nbsp; She didn't know whether she should be flattered or insulted by them, as the look of both surprise and confusion was written clearly on her face.&nbsp; And it was at that very moment that she began to consider the fact that she was very likely in way over her head with this man.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; She'd already done more with him than she'd ever done with Marty, <em>with anyone</em> for that matter!&nbsp; <em>And yet, hadn't that been the very thing she'd wanted?&nbsp; The very reason she found herself so attracted to Maddox to begin with?&nbsp; And hadn't she experienced more thrilling pleasure, more excitement in the past 24 hours with him than <br>she'd ever known throughout the many years of her marriage?&nbsp; And didn't, deep down, a part of her already know, that without Maddox the dullness of her life would quickly creep back in and suffocate her?</em>&nbsp; So, why then, did she suddenly feel so detached from him?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Resorting to her familiar nervous habit, she worried her full bottom lip between her teeth as she felt the silence between them grow,&nbsp; as well as tension now along with it.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Maddox....I....." she stammered, totally ill-prepared as to how to say what she felt.&nbsp; Silently, she backed away from him, grabbing her discarded robe from the floor and holding it protectively in front of her,&nbsp; as if to hide her vulnerability and embarrassment from him.&nbsp; Like last night, she desperately wanted to run away- from him, from herself, from the whole situation she'd foolishly thought she could handle.......&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 09:53:59</strong>
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				Maddox gave off a soft laugh.&nbsp; "Too much?" he asked, moving so he could turn towards her, a hand coming up to stroke along her cheek.&nbsp; "You gotta realize something, darlin'.&nbsp; I'm a man of action.&nbsp; All day every day.&nbsp; I know that I might get a call to go somewhere tomorrow where I risk my life.&nbsp; I don't hold back."&nbsp; The hand slid down from her cheek to her neck, gripping it firmly, but not tightly.&nbsp; He'd slip his fingers around her neck, pulling her face towards his in a slow, methodical fashion.<br><br>"I see something I want, I go for it.&nbsp; I take it."&nbsp; He'd let his lips start at her neck, near his hand, kissing her glistening skin.&nbsp; "I have to have it."&nbsp; His mouth moved down along her chest, kissing the tops of her breasts, nibbling on them in a slow, decadent fashion.&nbsp; "That's you.&nbsp; Right here.&nbsp; Right now."&nbsp; His mouth dropped to one of her nipples, sucking it between his lips, his tongue massaging it as he sucked as much of her breast as he could into his mouth, putting the lightest of imprints from his teeth upon her perfect flesh.<br><br>As his mouth withdrew, his eyes were upon hers.&nbsp; "Take this for what it is, Layla.&nbsp; An escape from reality.&nbsp; A way for you to have all those dark fantasies of yours with someone that wants no attachments."&nbsp; His hand slid down from her neck, cupping the breast he didn't almost devour with one hand, his thumb running over the point of her nipple in quick, nimble strokes.&nbsp; "I'm your dark genie of the night.&nbsp; You make a wish."&nbsp; Granted, he hoped she'd never seen the <em>Wishmaster</em> movies.&nbsp; That was him.&nbsp; A dark djinn.<br><br>"Besides," Maddox said with a smile.&nbsp; "I'm going to have my way with you still.&nbsp; C'mon sweetheart.&nbsp; You might as well enjoy it.&nbsp; So how're we going to do it?"&nbsp; Granted, when he thought about the boxes she dropped, he'd release her breast and raise himself up enough to sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes dropping to the boxes.&nbsp; "Open 'em up.&nbsp; Lets see what you keep hidden from that husband of yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 09:06:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; "I see something I want, I go for it.&nbsp; I take it. I have to have it. That's you.&nbsp; Right here.&nbsp; Right now." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; A moan of pure ecstasy passed her lips as her head fell back on her shoulders, the robe slipping through her trembling fingers back to the floor as he seduced her with her his amazing mouth and the undeniable words that came from it.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oooh...God....what you do to me!" she mumbled as her arms came up and around his neck, holding him against her while he nibbled on her breasts.&nbsp; She never stood a chance against the power he wielded over her- mind, body and soul.&nbsp; She might like to think she had a choice, that the option of whether to proceed, or not, was up to her......but the truth of the matter was that he had complete control and was <em>the only one making the decisions</em>.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; "Take this for what it is, Layla.&nbsp; An escape from reality.&nbsp; A way for you to have all those dark fantasies of yours with someone that wants no attachments." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>His words barely registered through the haze of need and renewed desire as the hardening of her pink colored nipples sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.&nbsp; <br><em>God help her but she wanted him!</em>&nbsp; But could she remain detached?&nbsp; Could she experience all that he was offering her, give him back all that he demanded without&nbsp; <br>her heart being involved?&nbsp; Without&nbsp; her heart getting broken? <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Besides,I'm going to have my way with you still.&nbsp; C'mon sweetheart.&nbsp; You might as well enjoy it.&nbsp; So how're we going to do it?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>And yet....how could she resist <em>that?</em>&nbsp; She couldn't.&nbsp; Besides, her heart was already taken, already engaged elsewhere and safe in Marty's keeping.....<em>wasn't it?</em> <br><br>&nbsp; Layla bent down and picked up the one box, leaving the box of condoms on the floor as she sat back down beside him on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; Insecurity still rode her hard but her mind was made up, <em>she would do this</em>, and she would make it so damn good for <br>him that he'd never, ever forget her....<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 14:51:02</strong>
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				Maddox was quickly getting tired of her to pick up what she wanted out of that box.&nbsp; Then again, he still didn't know what she had in the damned thing.&nbsp; Most likely some type of toy or another that would be exactly what would be needed to blast her into orbit.&nbsp; He turned to look at her, his mouth moving down along her arm.&nbsp; While she was deciding what to do, he'd simply start doing and let her adapt from there.<br><br>His mouth moved along her arm, nibbling the entire way.&nbsp; One hand on the bed, the other would slide down between her thighs.&nbsp; Rather than be blatant and simply start fingering her, his rough fingers would work along her inner thighs.&nbsp; The soft touches were meant to start coaxing her legs apart, to give him better access.&nbsp; The devilish look he had as his mouth hit the back of her hand, the tip of his tongue swirling around there before he slid down to the floor before her.<br><br>His body moved swiftly, slipping her legs on to his shoulders as his mouth would find the sweet area between her thighs.&nbsp; "While you figure out what we're doin' in a few," he breathed against her, his lips stroking along her well-fucked slit.&nbsp; "I'll be workin' down here.&nbsp; You just let me know."&nbsp; With her knees along his shoulders, his face buried in the junction between her thighs, brushing his teeth against her sweet slit.&nbsp; He wanted this so badly, his body shook with the desire of it.&nbsp; While his eyes rolled up to her, his lips wrapped around the little pleasure nub she had and began to suck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 08:42:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;<em>OhGod!!</em><br><br>&nbsp; Her lust filled cry echoed around the room as her legs trembled around his shoulders.&nbsp; <em>What is it she was supposed to do again?</em> her mind struggled to function over the pleasure he wrought.&nbsp; <em>Oh yea, the box..</em> She reclined backwards, resting precariously on her elbows as she flipped the shoe-box sized lid off and rummaged through her small "stash" of rarely or never before used toys. <br><br>Inside, she knew by touch,&nbsp; the bottle of lube, the rubber cock ring and penis sleeve that <br>she'd bought in hopes Marty would agree to experiment with but never got up enough nerve to ask him.&nbsp; She passed over her tried and true, trusty rabbit vibrator, her fur lined handcuffs, ball gag and small leather flogger which she <em>knew</em> her husband had a strong aversion to.&nbsp; Lastly, she felt the extra- smooth latex butt plug next to the silicone anal beads that felt like a short strand of pearls.&nbsp; Hell, at that point, <em>any and/or all</em><br>of the toys in the box sounded good as he drove her arousal to a fevered pitch, practically eliminating every last one of her inhibitions.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; With hands that were far from steady, she tossed the anal beads and lube on the bed beside her and unable to resist the temptation, she went for her breasts, twisting and pulling her diamond hard nipples as he feasted on her dripping pussy, biting her bottom lip hard, as he sucked erotically on her engorged clit.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Maddox!...God, I...I'm so close....ohgod!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 10:08:24</strong>
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				The sounds of her rummaging through the things in the box had him intrigued, but he wasn't about to pause to look at what she was doing.&nbsp; She'd have to determine which of her toys she wanted to use.&nbsp; While she determined that, he'd continue what he was doing right now.&nbsp; Devouring her cunt like it was the only thing that he wanted in the entire world.&nbsp; His face turned to let a slightly stubbled cheek run against her most sensitive of places, groaning as he did so.<br><br>"That's good darlin'," he said, turning his face to rub the other cheek against her.&nbsp; "That's real good.&nbsp; I want you screaming my name when you cum, too.&nbsp; Now why don't you tell me what toys you've picked, and why.&nbsp; Tell me how you're going to use 'em."&nbsp; His mouth moved back down to her, tongue flattening, beginning long, slow strokes over her sweet flesh.&nbsp; Whenever he got a good taste of her he groaned into that tender flesh of hers, pausing so he could run his teeth along her slick slit, pressing against her clit.<br><br>"You taste so good baby," Maddox laughed.&nbsp; "I could just eat you for hours.&nbsp; I wonder how many orgasms I could give you before you passed out from pleasure."&nbsp; Maddox's eyes flicked up to watch as much of her as he could, which, given the positioning, wasn't as much as he'd like.&nbsp; The tip of his tongue curled as he stroked along her sweet folds, teasing her as his tongue drove inside of her before dragging out.&nbsp; Just as if he were fucking her, he pistoned his tongue in and out of her, moaning as he did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 20:10:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; With a soulful moan and his name on her lips that sounded almost painful in it's intensity, Layla came-<em>hard </em> and <em>fast</em>.&nbsp; She could actually <em>feel</em> the silk lined walls of her channel spasm and the gush of her honeyed juices that flowed forth-&nbsp; likely coating his mouth and chin in her sticky sweetness.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>Jesus Christ!</em> she wasn't sure if she spoke the words or not as she tried to catch her breath with deep shallow inhalations.&nbsp; Her head was currently turned to the side where she stared at the butt plug and lube she'd tossed out of the box.&nbsp; Amazingly, the mind-blowing orgasm only made her want the feel of his thick, pulsing cock stuffing her, filling her pussy even more than before.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Maddox...." she said in a breathy whisper, &nbsp;" Come here, love....I <em>really</em> need you now" Then in a graceful turn that belied her urgency, she went over to her belly while handing him her selections.&nbsp; She was nearly giddy with excitement..... as she'd heard such naughty and erotic things from Stella on the highly sensual benefits of getting fucked while having a butt plug tightly inserted in ones ass. It seemed Stella knew everything about kinky sex, fetishes or even BDSM and had been a fount of information along with juicy personal, first- hand accounts of the pro's and con's&nbsp; of each that had often made Layla blush to the tips of her ruby red painted toes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 23:13:06</strong>
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				His eyes flicked along her body, taking in the sight of her laying on the bed like that.&nbsp; With the bugg plug in his hand, along with the lube, contemplating what he was going to do her.&nbsp; With one hand squeezing the lube out on to the butt plug, he'd make sure to liberally apply it.&nbsp; "This what you want darlin'?" he asked as he got up on to the bed behind her.&nbsp; <em>She had fantastic legs,</em> he thought to himself. How she kept in such fine shape without a man putting it to her nice and deep was beyond him.<br><br>Dropping the lube to the side, he would slip his hand over to her hip and prop her up some, positioning her better for what was to come.&nbsp; "Right there baby," he said.&nbsp; The hand moved from her hip to himself, lining himself up to put the tip of him at her wet, dripping slit.&nbsp; "Lets see what happens when I do this at the same time."&nbsp; He began to press the toy inside of her ass even as he began to push more of his cock inside of her.&nbsp; The sensations for him were amazing, so he could only imagine how nice they felt for her.<br><br>"Damn baby," he groaned aloud.&nbsp; "You should pull one of your other toys out and start sucking on it.&nbsp; Let me see how you'd do with all of those lovely holes of yours filled.&nbsp; God this toy makes you so tight for me right now."&nbsp; <em>Can't be a chump, gotta make sure to get her off one more time before blowing your load Maddox.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 08:21:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; It was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever known, being filled so completely and in such a "forbidden way".&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt naughty and slutty and she absolutely loved it!&nbsp; She felt primally dominated in the position she was in, on her hands and knees with her legs spread <br>open for him while he entered her ass and her pussy simultaneously. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Ahhh..Oh!&nbsp; God! OhGod!!" she cried in a husky moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her whole body was trembling from the wickedly new sensations that crammed her body so tight and without even thinking about it first, her hand had traveled down her stomach to briefly caress her engorged clit with swift and rapid strokes, the additional pleasure nearly making her explode.&nbsp; But then, she moved her questing hand further back until she met his lightly furry sac that swayed along with his forward thrusts and began to rub lightly with her fingers.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You should pull one of your other toys out and start sucking on it. Let me see how you'd do with all of those lovely holes of yours filled. God this toy makes you so tight for me right now." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; The idea thrilled her into action and she somehow managed to find the thick, rubber rabbit vibrator with a minimum amount of fumbling and without preamble sucked the full length into her mouth.&nbsp; Imagining that it was <em>his cock</em> in her mouth, the sides of her cheeks hollowed with the force and strength of her suction as she fought to control the dizzying need to come.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 00:52:31</strong>
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				Maddox grinned when he heard her start sucking on the thing.&nbsp; With the hand that he had freed, he'd start rubbing along her side gently.&nbsp; "Bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" he drawled in her ear, the sensation of her hand rubbing his balls making it even harder to not cum oh so quickly.&nbsp; "Would you like three guys all over you?&nbsp; One in each of those lovely holes of yours baby?"&nbsp; His face moved over her neck and shoulder, simply rubbing against her skin as he groaned lightly.&nbsp; "Think you could handle it?&nbsp; Just say the word and that dark fantasy turns into a reality."<br><br>His hand would push hers away from him, forcing her hand down on to the bed.&nbsp; "Just feel baby," Maddox smiled against her ear.&nbsp; "Feel."&nbsp; Those were his words as his hand found her clit, already so pulsing full of blood that it was nearly hard.&nbsp; The smile stayed on his face as he stroked her in time with his thrusts.&nbsp; Tilting his hips he drove himself into her as hard and deep as he could.&nbsp; Each thrust varied just enough to touch different spots of her inside.&nbsp; The man knew what to do when it came to a woman's body.<br><br>"You'd better cum for me little girl," Maddox grunted into her ear.&nbsp; "Soon as I feel that sweet pussy of yours milking me I'm going to coat your insides.&nbsp; You want that, don't you?&nbsp; Want to feel my cum flooding inside of you."&nbsp; His mouth latched on to the side of her neck and began to suck, knowing full well that he was going to put a good mark there that she would have to explain to her weak-willed husband.&nbsp; Claiming her as his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 08:38:29</strong>
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				&nbsp; It was too much.&nbsp; It was not enough.&nbsp; And yet,&nbsp; it was <em>perfect</em>.&nbsp; <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "You'd better cum for me little girl, Soon as I feel that sweet pussy of yours milking me I'm going to coat your insides. You want that, don't you? Want to feel my cum flooding inside of you." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>As she was quickly learning, his sensual, rough sounding voice that held such a fierce masculine edginess to it, could always push her over the edge.&nbsp; And when combined with the additional friction against her clit in which he orchestrated with superb skill, she could no longer hold back even if she wanted to.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh..OoooHGod..I...I'm going to come Maddox! I'm going to..." <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; His name spilled from her lips in a husky tone that she barely recognized as her own voice as her climax raced through her body.&nbsp; Her muscles tensed up in an uncontrollable tremble while her slick, warm channel clamped down around his pistoning cock as if desperate to keep him inside of her.&nbsp; He prolonged the orgasm exquisitely when he possessively bit her neck, causing her to buck against him, totally and completely lost in wild abandon.&nbsp; Layla had never come so hard in her life.&nbsp; The feeling of tightness , being so utterly filled, <em>stuffed</em>, in every way imagineable was a heady introduction into a world of sexual bliss she had always longed to find.&nbsp; <em>And it was all thanks to Maddox.</em>.......&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 17:20:13</strong>
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				The moment her orgasm began, Maddox's was right there following.&nbsp; As long as it went on was as long as he came inside of her, pumping his hips with each spurt of himself within that tight, wet channel of hers.&nbsp; He was shuddering against her, knowing that he was absolutely going to hate giving up this type of contact.&nbsp; Yet at the same time, he couldn't help himself.&nbsp; Fucking her was like finding a piece of Heaven.<br><br>"That's it girl," he grunted as he waited for the orgasm to finish with him.&nbsp; "Fuck you're such a perfect little woman, ain't you?&nbsp; Perfect body, and so eager to please."&nbsp; He'd pull himself out of her and flop down on to his back on the bed, beside her.&nbsp; His cock was coated with their combined fluids, and his body was just on a post-orgasmic high.&nbsp; The only thing he felt like doing was watching her with that toy that fell from her lips when she talked.<br><br>"Feeling the edge get taken off baby?" he drawled.&nbsp; "Why don't you tell me how long your man's gonna be gone.&nbsp; I figure if we take our time we can get this house christened the right way.&nbsp; With me inside you in each and every room."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 21:28:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why don't you tell me how long your man's gonna be gone.&nbsp; I figure if we take our time we can get this house christened the right way.&nbsp; With me inside you in each and every room."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Layla couldn't hide her siren's smile that was hidden by the quilty softness of the comforter in which her face was pressed against.&nbsp; The vibrator she'd been sucking on now laid beside her cheek as she slowly, gingerly removed the butt plug from her rear.&nbsp; With that done, she allowed her well sated body to collapse next to his, her head resting comfortably on his chiseled chest where the sound of his rapidly beating heart assured her that he'd been just as affected by their wild, passionate coupling as she had. With one slender, toned leg slung haphazardly across his thighs,&nbsp; and her breasts pressed snuggly alongside him, she fit perfectly against his much larger frame.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Hmmm, well it's Saturday so while it won't be the usual 8 or 9 o'clock hour he usually gets home, but we should have a couple more hours yet.." she said, her voice sounding husky and a bit drowsy.&nbsp; She couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to run her hand along the broad expanse of his tawny chest, skimming through the lightly hairy surface with lazy, exploring fingertips.&nbsp; She felt a surprising sense of <em>peace and contentment</em> in his arms and realized such feelings could be&nbsp; very dangerous....&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 22:36:41</strong>
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				Maddox could almost sense the possessiveness she was developing.&nbsp; It felt fantastic, even if it was misplaced.&nbsp; He wasn't going to settle down, and he wasn't going to take the place of her husband in the day to day activities here.&nbsp; Hell, God alone knew when he'd get a contact that he'd be leaving the states again.&nbsp; His arm curled around her, helping hold her against him as his hand stroked along her side and hip with slow, rough touches.&nbsp; "So we got some time yet," Maddox drawled even as his other hand rested behind his head.<br><br>"So since we've already gotten down and done the dirty deed," he said with a laugh.&nbsp; "Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself darlin'?&nbsp; How'd you end up marrying some boring man that doesn't fuck you properly?"&nbsp; The hand behind his head moved down to grip her thigh and bring the leg higher up along his body.&nbsp; It wasn't but a moment's work before he had her leg pressing against his cock and balls lightly, so if she felt like doing a bit of movement with that sweet skin of hers, he'd be able to rise to the occasion again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 07:04:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself darlin'? How'd you end up marrying some boring man that doesn't fuck you properly?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Layla shifted just slightly, sliding her foot up and down his thigh, each time her knee brushing sensually against his balls.&nbsp; She kept her head where it lay so comfortably on his chest and took a deep breath before answering his question. <br><br>&nbsp;" Well, actually.." she said in a surprisingly steady voice that adequately hid the tension she felt inside regarding the subject. &nbsp;" He wasn't always so boring and fucked me quite well...in the beginning.&nbsp; It wasn't until after he got a big promotion at work that he started to....well, lose interest I guess." Both the pitch and timbre of her voice lowered significantly then, as did the motion of her leg.&nbsp; She went on to tell him that as high school sweethearts, they'd planned on going on to college together after graduation but a pregnancy scare put a kink in their plans.&nbsp; Soon after, he lost his parents in a car crash and without anywhere to go, he moved in with her at her parents house.&nbsp; Unfortunately, that didn't work out so well, so they decided to get married.&nbsp; Layla worked full time and helped put him through college, intending to go herself once he<br>graduated.&nbsp; However, with the high paying job he was offered, at the time, she saw no real need to go to school.&nbsp; Afterall, her mom had always been a stay at home, choosing to forego a career in order to raise a family, so why couldn't she do the same?&nbsp; It was only recently that she'd begun to regret that decision.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" O.K., so enough about me.....what about you Maddox?" she said as she began to kiss, lick and nibble the nipple closest to her mouth.&nbsp; It was then, at that very moment that she heard the familiar grinding sound of the electric garage door opening. <em>Martin was home!</em> &nbsp;" OHMYGOD!" she cried as she jumped up,&nbsp; frantically searching for her robe.&nbsp; &nbsp;" My husband's home!!&nbsp; Hurry!!" she grabbed his clothes and thrust them at him as she looked about the room in a desperate search for a way out.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Shit!&nbsp; Maddox! You'll have to go out the window!"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 01:37:49</strong>
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				Maddox listened through everything, getting ready to put her on her back again when he heard the sound as well.&nbsp; "Well son'bitch," he said as he got to his feet and started throwing clothes on.&nbsp; It was amazing how quickly a man could get dressed when he was fucking some other man's wife and that husband showed up!&nbsp; "Out the window like always," Maddox grinned as he bent down to give her a quick, hard kiss.&nbsp; "You'll hear from me again darlin'."&nbsp; And with that he gave a quick survey of the outlying ground.<br><br>Luckily there was a tree within range to grasp.&nbsp; Taking a running start Maddox went and pulled a Superman straight from the window, grabbing a thick limb and shimmying his way quickly down the tree and was off like a rocket.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Martin was making his way through the garage and into the house.&nbsp; He'd been gone for a few hours, but decided to cut the stay at the office short so he could bring his wife some lunch home.&nbsp; After all, he wanted to show her he was sorry for working so much of late.<br><br>"Honey!" Martin called out from the kitchen, putting the bags of Chinese on the counter.&nbsp; "I came home early and brought some Chinese!"&nbsp; She couldn't still be sleeping, she never slept this late.&nbsp; Was she in the shower?&nbsp; Maybe she was setting up something special for him.&nbsp; When was the last time he'd done anything special for her?&nbsp; A shake of his head, rubbing his face with his hand, and then he'd start to move further into the house.&nbsp; There was an odd smell in there, though.&nbsp; Had she started working out again?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 07:45:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla watched with her heart in her throat as Maddox performed a dare-devil style escape and as much as she longed to stay at the window and follow his insane getaway to ensure his safety, she knew it was entirely too risky to do so.&nbsp; Instead, she raced around the room like a madwoman on crack, frantically gathering all her toys back into the box, then shoving it deeply beneath the bed. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Honey!&nbsp; I came home early and brought some Chinese!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Shit!Shit!Shit!" she murmured as she finished straightening up the mussed up bedding, tossing the many decorative throw pillows back into place against the headboard before racing out of the room into the hallway.&nbsp; She could hear his footsteps on the hardwood floor, telling her he'd made it to the foot of the stairway below and was likely on his way up in search of her.&nbsp; She waited until she stepped just inside their bedroom at the end of the hall before calling out to him, &nbsp;" Be right down honey! Just got out of <br>the shower!"&nbsp; She flinched at the "out-of-breath" sound of her voice as she hauled ass to the bathroom where she nearly tripped over a laundry basket in her rush to the shower.......<br><br>&nbsp; Exactly three minutes later, after a world record shower, she met him at the top of the stairs wrapped in a towel, &nbsp;" Hey!&nbsp; You're home early-<em> what a nice surprise</em>!" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 03:13:41</strong>
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				Martin would smile when she came down in a towel.&nbsp; That might lead to all types of possibilities.&nbsp; "I know sweetheart," he said as he came forward, cupping her cheek with one hand as he gave her a light kiss upon her sweet lips.&nbsp; "I thought I've been a bastard of late.&nbsp; Ignoring you for work.&nbsp; And while work isn't going to be going away any time soon, I wanted to start making up for it.&nbsp; I got you your favorite."&nbsp; Or he hoped it was her favorite, anyway.&nbsp; When was the last time they'd done anything like this anyway?<br><br>A small blush started to creep up his cheeks.&nbsp; "I ah...figured we'd eat something and see what else we could do to pass some time today."&nbsp; How was he supposed to come out and say he wanted to make love to his wife?&nbsp; It didn't seem appropriate to him to say that he just wanted to fuck her silly.&nbsp; Hell, he wasn't even sure if she'd want to given how things had been so...cold between them.&nbsp; He'd start walking away to the kitchen and the Chinese that waited, but his eyes kept going to her.&nbsp; She always had a lovely body, was she working out again?<br><br>Maddox, meanwhile, was already heading down the street, cell phone in his hand.&nbsp; "Yea," he said into it.&nbsp; "I need picked up.&nbsp; Yea.&nbsp; Yea.&nbsp; It's Broadway and Fifth.&nbsp; Yea."&nbsp; A pause, and he'd laugh.&nbsp; "I fucked her silly last night.&nbsp; That bitch knew what she was doing, though.&nbsp; I don't think I've ever met a bigger freak.&nbsp; And yea, I found Layla again.&nbsp; And yea, we got started.&nbsp; Husband came home.&nbsp; What?&nbsp; No, I didn't break anything on him.&nbsp; Just leaped out the window to a tree.&nbsp; Yea, like that one time.&nbsp; Yup."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 08:56:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla tried, rather successfully she thought as she sat down at the table across from her husband, to hide her annoyance at the familiar discrepancy over what he <em>thought</em> was her favorite Chinese dish.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh,.... sweet and sour chicken, looks....great." Her lack of enthusiasm, however, went completely unnoticed as he dug into his food with hearty gusto.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Oh well,</em> she thought while she picked over the food she just had no appetite to eat.&nbsp; <em> I guess it IS the thought that counts afterall...besides, when was the last time they'd even sat down for a meal together?</em>&nbsp; So, doing her best to remain as "cheery" and up-beat as possible, she managed to get a few chop-sticks full of food down before declaring herself full and putting the leftovers in the fridge.&nbsp; After getting them both a bottle of water and setting his down in front of him, she once again took her seat and waited for him to finish. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; " Oh!&nbsp; Fortune cookies!" she said as she eyed the plactic wrapped cookies among the packets of soy sauce scattered across the table.&nbsp; She grabbed one and easily tore it free, eager to read her "fortune".&nbsp; &nbsp;<em><strong> You'll soon experience an unforgettable adventure with a mysterious stranger</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Hmmm" she murmured, nervously nibbling on the cracker .&nbsp; &nbsp;" These things really ARE so silly" she said as he looked at her expectantly, obviously waiting to hear what it said.&nbsp; Reluctantly, she read it aloud, hoping to keep herself from choking on the words that had more meaning than he could have ever possibly known.... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 09:58:56</strong>
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				Upon hearing it, Marty smiled at her in what had once been a winsome manner.&nbsp; "Oh I don't know about that," he said.&nbsp; "I've been doing a bit of reading, you know.&nbsp; Things like 'role playing in the bedroom' and things like that."&nbsp; He started to blush a bit, coughing into his hand.&nbsp; "I thought maybe...we could give it a try."&nbsp; Marty was definitely going out on a limb here, trying to see, perhaps, just what his wife would say or do.&nbsp; "I had thought maybe...we could arrange something.&nbsp; You ah...well."&nbsp; Another soft stutter, a pause, and he'd push his food to the side.<br><br>"I have a secret lust of your dominating side," he admitted finally.&nbsp; "It's so nice.&nbsp; It takes the pressure away, you see.&nbsp; At work I have to make all the decisions, all the choices.&nbsp; Here I ah...."&nbsp; Marty shook his head, pushed his glasses up, and looked at her.&nbsp; "I enjoy you making them.&nbsp; Especially in the bedroom."&nbsp; The fact that he'd come out and said it was surprising, especially to him!&nbsp; After all, he'd never opened up about it in the past.&nbsp; However, given her previous experiences for the day, it would bring about an interesting point.<br><br>Could Martin, her weak-willed husband, have done something as well?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 08:30:24</strong>
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				<em> <strong> Today started out as a typical Saturday.&nbsp; Marty was up at the crack of dawn, leaving for the office soon after.&nbsp; And I, for once, was relieved!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; I'm almost too nervous to put this in writing, perhaps I should get a new diary- one that has a lock on it..... ?&nbsp; Yes, definately safer that way.&nbsp; But for now, I'll have to take my chances as I simply CANNOT hold this in any longer.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Last night, while on a "girls night out" with Stella and a couple of her friends, I met the most amazing man.&nbsp; Actually, "amazing" doesn't do him justice- more like 10x's <br>Amazing!&nbsp; He's in the military, not sure which branch, and was out with a group of his friends while in between assignments.&nbsp; Anyway, long story short- we met, we talked, we flirted and then we fucked!!!!&nbsp; And in the women's restroom, of all places!!&nbsp; And I have to say, putting everything else aside, it was an eye-opening experience.&nbsp; &nbsp;He made me feel things I never knew I could, or atleast never knew I could enjoy.&nbsp; &nbsp;I felt wickedly beautiful and sexy and of all things...WILD!&nbsp; He was pure sexuality and knew how to pleasure a woman...MANY times!!!&nbsp; God! it's like I can still feel him, taste him, smell him on my skin- in my hair.........between my thighs......Yet, that could be due to the fact that I just fucked him AGAIN, this morning after he showed up at MY HOUSE!!&nbsp; And this time was WAY MORE intense...WAY MORE intimate.&nbsp; It was... the most erotic and kinky experience of my life!&nbsp; And I can't wait until next time......</strong></em><br>*******************************************************************************************************************************<br>&nbsp; Layla closed her diary and set it inside her nightstand drawer where she always kept it; only now she hid it beneath a stack of magazines.&nbsp; At the sound of the back door opening, she glanced at the clock noting that Marty had actually arrived home <em>earlier</em> than he said he would.&nbsp; <em> He must really be looking forward to their "date"</em> she thought with a grin.&nbsp; After his surprising "confession" at lunch,&nbsp; she found herself agreeing to a little <em>experimenting</em> later that night. He wanted <em>her</em> to be in control.&nbsp; Although, she honestly didn't see how it would be much different than it already was when they had sex, but if he wanted her to play at some Dominatrix shit, she figured she could give it a go.&nbsp; &nbsp; She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him so excited as he'd kissed her goodbye before he had to return to the office to wrap some things up, promising to be home early.&nbsp; <br>She felt guilty in light of his enthusiasm,&nbsp; as her thoughts were filled with Maddox and the things they'd done that day.&nbsp; The pleasure he'd given her still lingered in her mind as well as her body,&nbsp; as the memories alone,&nbsp; were nearly enough to bring her to her knees with renewed arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <em> I wonder where he is right now..?</em> she thought right before Martin walked into their bedroom.&nbsp; With a considerable force of will, she turned her attention to her husband, noticing the eager glint in his eyes as he looked her over.&nbsp; She had to admit that the black leather bustier and thigh high black vinyl boots with 6 inch heels definately made her feel like a "femme fatale", dangerous and seductive all at once.&nbsp; She'd left her auburn hair down and sexily mussed up as it fell over her right shoulder and across her breast and had generously applied a deep crimson red lipstick that added the perfect touch to her look. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" You're on time....Very good.&nbsp; Now strip."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 00:39:57</strong>
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				The sight of his wife like that made Martin ache immediately.&nbsp; He'd finally screwed up his courage to try and admit something he'd never really given much thought of before but had been excited by it.&nbsp; The possibility of being 'forced', in a way, by his wife was simply...it.&nbsp; That simply did it for him.&nbsp; At her command, he'd rush out of his clothing, because he wanted to be taken by her.&nbsp; The thought of her on top of him, doing all types of things.&nbsp; Perhaps she'd blindfold him so he couldn't see what was happening....<br><br>A deep breath was taken as he stood there, naked, before his wife-turned-mistress.&nbsp; Martin had stayed in a relatively decent shape, even given the fact he was usually pushing paper behind a desk.&nbsp; The building he worked at had a gym, and he used it whenever he was getting too stressed out from work or even from the home life.&nbsp; Martin wasn't anywhere near the size of Maddox either.&nbsp; His cock, while erect and standing at attention, was just barely above average.&nbsp; Whereas Maddox blew away any thoughts of 'average'.<br><br>"What," he began, coughed softly, and cleared his throat.&nbsp; "What would you have of me Mistress?"&nbsp; A shiver ran through him as he referred to his wife as mistress as opposed to her name.&nbsp; It was exciting, arousing!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 08:46:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What, What would you have of me Mistress?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Martin practically trembled as he stood naked before her, the light of excitement bright in his eyes while he waited for her to respond.&nbsp; She took her time, rather enjoying the tense anticipation that she sensed within him, <em>Good...let him sweat</em> she thought with a seductive grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Get on the bed....flat on your back, your arms and legs spread...NOW" she finally said, watching him closely with a slight frown on her face as she realized how <em>average his erection was.....compared to Maddox</em>.&nbsp; Luckily, his back was to her so he missed her disdainful look as she walked to her bedside table and removed "the box".&nbsp; Almost immediately upon opening it, a flood of images assaulted her.&nbsp; Hot and luscious memories of her and Maddox- naked.... sweating....moaning....&nbsp; She quickly shook her head as if she could somehow shake them loose from the hold they had over her. <br><br>&nbsp; She glanced over at the bed as he positioned himself exactly like she'd told him to and waited for her next command.&nbsp; Yet she remained silent,&nbsp; as she took out the leather lined handcuffs, two thin leather ties and a thick, heavy blindfold.&nbsp; Despite her dominate facade, she felt somewhat uneasy playing such a drastically unfamiliar role with him, especially after so many years of extremely <em>vanilla</em> ( at best) sex.&nbsp; So she decided to blindfold him first, hoping that would ease some of her anxiety.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I'm going to blindfold you, and once it is on, you are not allowed to speak unless I tell you to do so or I specifically ask you a question." <br><br>&nbsp; Layla did not wait for him to agree or to even acknowledge her before she quickly climbed onto the bed beside him and tied the blindfold around his eyes.&nbsp; Once it was firmly in place, she breathed a sigh of relief.&nbsp; <em> O.K., that's better..</em> she thought silently, trying to convice herself that the apprehensive feeling she felt forming in her stomach had <em>nothing</em> at all to do with her ability to enjoy the game she had impulsively agreed to play...... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 14:05:14</strong>
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				The moment he was blindfolded, it was as if peace descended upon him.&nbsp; This was exactly what he'd been hoping it would be.&nbsp; It was comfortable to have all the choices taken away from him for a few moments.&nbsp; For once, he didn't have to make the decisions, didn't have to worry about anything.&nbsp; He merely had to do as he was told.&nbsp; So with his arms and legs spread, there he was, blindfolded.&nbsp; There was little else he could do, the slight shiver running through him more excitement than the actual cold.<br><br>With his eyes closed off to the world, his mind began to think of all the different fantasies that the two of them could share.&nbsp; Perhaps this was just the beginning of all the possibilities!&nbsp; The thought of her and another woman was definitely at the forefront, but he'd never seen Layla get much into the sight of another woman.&nbsp; Another man?&nbsp; The thought made him squirm, but he had to admit that it did have a possibility.&nbsp; It wasn't anything he'd bring up with her immediately, but in the near future?&nbsp; Perhaps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 09:06:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla took a deep breath, for courage perhaps, as she set about locking his wrists to the posts of their headboard with the cuffs and using the leather strips to secure his ankles to the footboard.&nbsp; The sight of him all tied up and waiting for whatever she chose to do to him next was strangely unnappealing.&nbsp; The lights in the room were dimmed already and she briefly considered turning them off completely but ultimately decided to leave them on.&nbsp; <em>Atleast one of us needs to be able to see what's going on</em> she thought to herself as she crawled onto the bed, "the box" sitting right beside her. <br><br>&nbsp; She could see the rapid rise of Martin's chest and knew that his heart beat excitedly in anticipation.&nbsp; Without saying a word, she ran the tips of her fingers along his skin, starting at his shoulders.&nbsp; She used the edge of her fingernails to lightly scratch across his chest then lingered on his flat, brown nipples until they hardened into tiny points.&nbsp; Before moving on, she lowered her head and took each pebbled tip between her teeth, biting gently but firmly.&nbsp; Moving on, she continued to rake her nails down his body, sporadically licking and nipping as she went along.&nbsp; Once she finally came to his now fully erect cock, she purposefully evaded the throbbing evidence of his arousal and made her way down his legs.&nbsp; The small,&nbsp; pearlescent drop of pre cum that leaked from the small slit of his engorged head, however, brought her attention back and she swiftly licked it away.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Mmmmm, tasty" she purred, surprised that she actually meant it. <em> Perhaps she could get into this afterall...</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 23:43:23</strong>
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				Martin groaned when she was moving her fingernails over his body.&nbsp; It had him arching off the bed, trying to both escape and further enjoy the attention.&nbsp; However, he could not speak!&nbsp; Hopefully the sounds of groaning and the like wouldn't get him punished.&nbsp; When she purposefully avoided his cock, he had to let out a long, low groan of disappointment.&nbsp; That, however, was soon changed as she let that tongue flick over the tip&nbsp; of him.&nbsp; Once more he arched off the bed, as if trying to drive his cock further into that sweet, divine mouth of hers.&nbsp; Layla had always been one to give amazing head, whereas he hardly ever reciprocated.&nbsp; The thought of her forcing him to, though, sent lightning throughout his body.<br><br>Gritting his teeth, his hands spasmed into fists even as his feet dug into the footboard as much as he could.&nbsp; He wanted her and so much more right now.&nbsp; Hell, if she released him he'd fall on her like a wild animal.&nbsp; It wasn't like him, but there was something about this entire set up that had him so utterly aroused it was painful.&nbsp; His cock was harder than he'd ever known it to be in the past, throbbing with the need of release.&nbsp; A low groan escaped him again, the desire of her doing all sorts of nasty, dirty things with him running rampant in his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 07:50:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla hadn't gagged him and quite frankly was surprised that he'd so far managed to obey her directive of not speaking unless she told him to.&nbsp; She could easily see the effects she was having on him thus far and it sent a bolt of lust and increased desire straight through to her core.&nbsp; <em> If he was enjoying himself this much now, just wait until she really got down to business</em> she thought with a grin.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" You now have my permission to speak out should you wish to.." she said as she positioned herself between his spread legs.&nbsp; She said nothing more for the moment as she continued to drag her nails along his heated flesh.&nbsp; When she finally lowered her head, her hair falling in silken waves to caress his groin, she blew a tentative breath of warm air along the engorged head of his cock before swiping her tongue across his entire length- as if licking an ice cream cone.&nbsp; Due to his "less than stellar" size, Layla had never had a problem fitting him fully into her mouth and this time was no different.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Once she covered the tip with her moist mouth, her lips tightened as she lowered down his shaft until she reached the base.&nbsp; She then effortlessly raised back up, her cheeks hollowed with the force of her suction.&nbsp; Next, she added a swirl of her tongue on each upward pull as both her speed and strength steadily increased with each bob of her head.&nbsp; She considered, briefly, adding in a couple special "tricks" she knew of to <em>really blow his mind</em>, but decided that she'd given him enough. Not to mention the fact that, honestly?&nbsp; She'd rather save <em>those</em> for Maddox..... Just <em>thinking</em> of her newfound lover made&nbsp; her instantly wet and she couldn't help wondering where he was or what he was doing ....... <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 12:31:19</strong>
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				Martin surged upward with her taking him into her mouth.&nbsp; Layla's skills were simply exceptional when it came to oral.&nbsp; "Oh FUCK!" he cried out.&nbsp; "Mistress you are too kind.&nbsp; You're...fuuuuuuuuck!"&nbsp; Martin groaned that last bit, absolutely stunned by what she could do.&nbsp; He wanted to let go completely, but he was hoping to last longer.&nbsp; As it was, he knew she could make him cum with just a little bit more sucking.&nbsp; "Don't make me cum yet mistress!" Martin was pleading!&nbsp; "Let...let me be inside that body of yours!"&nbsp; While he knew that begging wasn't always what she wanted to hear, Martin hoped it would get her on top of him.&nbsp; Riding him.&nbsp; The thought alone made him shake and spasm, muscles clenching as he drove upward.<br><br>Maddox was already in a car and heading to the hotel.&nbsp; Darrell Graves had picked him up, thank God that the man was in the area.&nbsp; "Fuck were you doin' around there anyway?" Maddox asked.&nbsp; Darrell just snickered and shook his head.&nbsp; "I went home with one of the other girls," Darrell said.&nbsp; "They didn't live too far away.&nbsp; Good thing, too.&nbsp; Otherwise you may have been walking for a good chunk of time."&nbsp; A pause in the conversation before Darrell asked "So how was she?"<br><br>Maddox laughed, one arm hanging out the window while the other changed radio stations.&nbsp; "Well lemme think," Maddox said.&nbsp; "She's got a body to die for.&nbsp; She's a total freak when she's allowed to be.&nbsp; Completely submissive.&nbsp; I'm wonderin' what other dark desires she's got.&nbsp; Part of me's wonderin' if I could get her to pull a train."&nbsp; Darrell laughed and pumped his fist into the air.&nbsp; "Yea," Maddox continued.&nbsp; "I'ma definitely ruin that girl before we're outta the area.&nbsp; Ruin her for any other man.&nbsp; Make sure she's nice and snug for me alone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 07:16:08</strong>
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				&nbsp; Liquid arousal trickled from between her bare, silky smooth lips to run down her inner thigh.&nbsp; Her nipples strained and ached to be set free from beneath the leather that still just barely covered them and her heart was beating hard against her chest as lust burned bright in her eyes.&nbsp; Yet, it wasn't her husbands moans of pleasure or his begging and pleading that had her body so turned on and ready for a hot and furious fucking, no- it was her memories of Maddox and the unbelievable pleasure he'd shown her, that did that.&nbsp; And she could no more deny it than she could stop breathing.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Don't make me cum yet mistress!" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Martin was pleading! <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let...let me be inside that body of yours!" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; The sound of his voice broke through her lust filled memories and she nearly sobbed with disappointment.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Quiet!" she snapped at him,&nbsp; a little more forcefully than she'd intended. &nbsp;" No further talking unless I specifically demand it of you"&nbsp; she said as she moved to straddle his narrow hips.&nbsp; She then reached down between her legs and deftly unsnapped the snaps at her crotch , revealing her hungry sex.&nbsp; &nbsp; " And be forewarned....<em>slave</em>" she said as she took his rock hard erection in her hand and poised him at her weeping entrance, using her highly toned and sculpted thighs to hold herself still. &nbsp;"&nbsp; You will NOT cum unless and until I say you can. Now, nod your head if you understand"&nbsp; He eagerly nodded his head in agreement, which instead of pleasing her or turning her on, his acquiescence only annoyed the living hell out of her!<br><br>&nbsp; <em>Think of Maddox...only Maddox...</em> became her new mantra and worked amazingly well.&nbsp; She proceeded to slide just the tip his shaft back and forth through her increasingly wet folds, ensuring she got the most friction against her clit with each forward glide.&nbsp; Finally, her desire reached a fever pitch making it impossible to withold the inevitable any longer, and in one swift motion of her sensual hips, she seated herself fully ontop of him, his cock plunging inside her to the hilt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:37:20</strong>
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				Martin had to bite his lips to keep from saying anything else when she started teasing him.&nbsp; Rubbing against her in that fashion was about all he could do to keep from exploding.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and focused on anything but what was going on.&nbsp; Accounting numbers began to run through his head, giving him the distraction that he'd need to keep from cumming too quickly.&nbsp; He wished he could see what was going on, but then again, he could imagine it.<br><br>His wife on top of him for the first time in years, taking him like he'd never been taken before.&nbsp; This was new, and exciting, and his body felt as if it were on fire.&nbsp; His feet planted firmly on the foot board, he tried to keep his pace against her movements.&nbsp; When she dropped down he tried to thrust upward, to hit as deep inside of her as he could with his average size.&nbsp; His mouth parted but no sound escaped him as his hands clenched hard enough to make his knuckles go white.&nbsp; Straining, he kept back the orgasm through force of will alone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 21:26:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; "You'd better cum for me little girl," Maddox grunted into her ear.&nbsp; "Soon as I feel that sweet pussy of yours milking me I'm going to coat your insides.&nbsp; You want that, don't you?&nbsp; Want to feel my cum flooding inside of you."&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;The memory of Maddox's graphic words and the subsequent earth shattering orgasm was all Layla needed in order to cum, despite the fact that it was not her virile lover but Martin,&nbsp; buried deep inside of her clenching sex. &nbsp;" Now! Oh god...cum now Mad...."&nbsp; The thick, wavy mass of her hair fell in waves down her back as she threw her head back and cried out her release.&nbsp; Her hands had been firmly clasped to her breasts which now spilled from the leather cups of her bustier, as her fingers pinched and tweaked her hardened nipples.&nbsp; <em>The fact that she'd very nearly called her husband by another man's name, was lost amidst their combined cries of passionate release.</em><br><br>&nbsp; Just minutes later,&nbsp; Layla slipped free from his softening cock, as a feeling of uncomfortable tension filled her and thickened in the air around them.&nbsp; She carefully moved to remove his blindfold as well as to release his wrists and ankles.&nbsp; It was rather awkward as she was used to him falling fast and hard asleep afterwards and she was unsure of what to say or even how to act.&nbsp; She looked at him briefly, giving him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes before bending down and giving him a very quick, very <em>chaste</em> kiss on the lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I think I'll take a quick shower." she said as she then rose from the bed, and modestly covered herself with the beds comforter.&nbsp; &nbsp;" So, what do you feel like for dinner tonight?"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 01:29:18</strong>
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				Martin wondered what she had been about to scream out.&nbsp; However, when he was released from the restraints, the sight of her hiding herself from him made him sigh.&nbsp; She didn't like it.&nbsp; He'd shrug his shoulders as he stood up.&nbsp; "I'll go shower in the other room," he said.&nbsp; After all, she hadn't invited him to join her in the shower, and she was covering herself.&nbsp; The kiss had been...just like everything else was between them.&nbsp; Quick and just...as if it were nothing.<br><br>"If you don't feel like making anything we'll just get something to go," Martin said as he reached for his clothing.&nbsp; He didn't put them on, he simply used the clothing to cover himself some what as he proceeded from the room in a meandering fashion.&nbsp; To say he felt...beaten would have been an understatement.&nbsp; He was resentful over what had happened.&nbsp; He'd come out to his wife, and she didn't like what he desired.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Diary of an unhappy wife (bella &amp; djgenxcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 08:14:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; Layla showered quickly, eager to wash the remnants of the unsatisfying sex off her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was plagued with guilt over her abhorrence at playing the part of a dominant lover for Marty and knew that he was well aware of it as well.&nbsp; <em> But goddamnit!&nbsp; She couldn't help it!</em> she thought angrily.&nbsp; She'd realized very quickly that being sexually dominant went against everything that felt <em>normal or right</em> to her.&nbsp; She was a petite woman who enjoyed her femininity, which was one reason she'd always been attracted to bigger men.&nbsp; Not "bigger" as in fat or even overly muscular- just tall, strong&nbsp; and nicely built- as <em>that</em> was her idea of a masculinely sexy man.&nbsp; And granted, Marty was, for the most part, attractive with a better than average physique,&nbsp; yet was obviously lacking in the dominance department.&nbsp; <em> But why had that never bothered her so much until now?</em>&nbsp; Yet before she'd even finished the thought, she knew the answer.......<em> Maddox</em>.&nbsp; He'd shown her what pleasure really was, in the way she'd always longed for it and now, she didn't know if or how she could ever go back to living without it.<br><br>&nbsp; An hour later as she and Marty sat down to eat dinner, re-heated leftovers from a couple nights ago, she did her very best to ignore the tension that hung in the air between them.&nbsp; She'd never been good at small talk and neither had he, so half the meal was spent in silence.&nbsp; Finally, after dinner was done and the dishes were washed and put away, she couldn't take it any longer.&nbsp; He'd apparantly felt the same way because right at the exact same time they each began to speak,&nbsp; &nbsp;" Look, Marty I ..." <br>They both laughed a bit awkwardly, &nbsp;" Sorry, you go first" she said.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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