Rebecca's Diary

My cousin, Edward, was visiting us for a couple weeks while his wife went on a cruise with some girlfriends. (He hated the name "Edward", so when his friends started calling him "Patch" because Aunt Gladys had put a patch on the rear of his jeans one year, he happily adopted that as his permanent handle.) My hubby, Jesse, had gone off to a conference for 3 days. So Patch and I were home alone together. During the visit, Patch would run off and do his thing. I would go to work or shopping or whatever.

But on the Wednesday night my husband left for his conference, Patch and I went to a movie and for some reason sat way to the back eating our popcorn.

The theater was an old run-down joint that was the go-to place when i was a girl. It was also the place where a boy first put his hand in my panties. Mason was the fucker's name. He rubbed around down there and then a finger went in. Fuck that felt good. Then he said, "Do me too," which I did till he squirted all over my hand and his undershirt.

Too bad it was my cousin I was sitting next to this time, LOL.

The movie was boring and I started a whispered conversation, "Did you ever make out with Zoe in here," I asked in my full imp. He dated her all through high school and whenever he got home from college and I knew darn well they did more than make out.

He looked over at me, amazed at my effrontery. "Well, ... uh, ... yes, we did," he chuckled.

"How far did it go?"

"Here? She would let me finger fuck her or reach up under her top and she would jerk me off. One time she got on the floor and gave me a blow job during a movie. But the floor was pretty filthy. So she never did that again."

"Then what?"

"Well, we'd make out in the parking lot or drive over behind that old barn and fuck in the back seat. Boy you ask a lot of questions. OK Becca, what about you?"

"Yeah, Mason and me would make out back here."

"Did he get your cherry?"

"Such a question," I said in mock horror. "But no, Mr. Larson got that," I giggled. He's dead now, so I could tell that.

"Didn't you babysit for them?"

"No. His wife was dying of early onset Alzheimer's that summer, I watched over her so he could work."

"Oh my!"

"And I took care of his needs most evenings when he got home... so to speak. She had a separate room by then and he took my cherry right on their nuptial bed."

"Wow. I bet Mason was mad about that. I hope Mr. Larson used a rubber."

"He had bought some before he seduced me. Anyway, Mason got over it - I lied about who got there first - and took his liberties later, sometimes even the same night after I left Mr. Larson's house. We used condoms, too, until Mommy got me an IUD. Both guys loved that!"

My cousin chuckled. Thing was, talking about these things that we'd never shared with each other added to the intimacy of the dark theater. Of course, it wasn't like we thought either one of us were eternal virgins.

The movie chugged along. "Did you ever think about having sex with me, Patch?" I was feeling wayward, wasn't I?

"Becca!!! ... Well. ... Actually, yes. ... A lot. ... I would jerk off thinking what it was like. ... But you know, incest and all. ... I don't suppose you, ... you couldn't have, never."

"Girls have fantasies too, you know."

"But with me?"

"Yes of course. You and all the other buff guys."

"Becca!!!" he laughed too loudly for the movie theater but nobody noticed.

We watched the movie for a while longer. But something got into me. A devil of sorts. I stared over at him. "So dear cousin... do you want ME to jerk you off?"

"Becca?!?! Here!?!?" He looked around nervously.

I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I held his cock up under his undershirt and started stroking him. His breath immediately got faster. And it wasn't long before his hand went up under my tee shirt, fondled there a while til it moved to pull up the hem on my denim skirt. We both could tell how wet my panties were when he rubbed me there. He pulled them aside and went to work.

His fingers were doing everything they needed to do, on the lips, on my clit and up inside me. A deeply suppressed moan, caught the attention of the folks three rows up, but they only glanced briefly. We two thirty-something's had our orgasms and collapsed back in our seats.

"We'll have to wash that undershirt," I said as I licked off the part of his eruption that got on my hand.

"Your panties go in with them, too," he said, replicating my licking action with his own fingers.

We left before the movie ended, giggling hysterically as we ran through the lobby and out to the car. "I think the old barn's still there," I offered.

The old barn was in a state of partial ruin but it still offered a hiding place not visible from the road. At least there were no teenagers there.

We crawled into the back seat and he wasted no time taking my tee shirt, bra and panties off. After the briefest of foreplays, we positioned ourselves as best we could. It was easier twenty years ago.

"This is incest, you know," he asked.

"It's ok. We're not making babies. Birth control, hehe."

"OH. I forgot to ask about that." But soon I felt his cock falteringly entering me, then deep inside me. He played with my boobs and we french kissed while we fucked. I rubbed my clit and squeezed his cock between my fingers as it slid in and out.

"It's so good. So good," I said, loving and pushing back against his deep strokes that pounded my cervix. But it was getting uncomfortable in the tight space. I guess Eldorados used to be bigger. "Let me get on my knees.

I turned over and Patch tried to lick me in the uncooperative setting but quickly, he entered me again. Neither one of us suppressed the sounds of our pleasure this time. He grabbed both of my tits as he pounded me faster and faster. We both moaned out loud when the shared spasms in our sex organs heralded jets of his seed shooting deep inside me.

He hung on, thrusting as long as he could but eventually it was over. We got ourselves back together. I wiped off the back seat with an old rag I kept in the car, and we headed home.

We conversed and told each other how wonderful it was as we shared quickly assembled gin and tonics, another relic of a bygone era. Then I excused myself and came back out wearing my shortest see-through nightie and nothing else.

"Come to bed with me, OK?"

"OH MY GOD Becca, you're so beautiful. I always imagined you so. But for real!!" He followed me into the bedroom.

Now I haven't exactly been the faithful wife, but this was only the second time another man shared my marriage bed. Patch sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled off his pants and shirt. Then he caressed my perked up tits thru the silky fabric and pushed the nightie between my thighs. It felt so smooth.

Soon we were naked and it was finally time to give Patch the oral sex I knew he so wanted. But I wanted that, too. So I pushed him back on the bed and we arranged ourselves in 69 position; laying on our sides. He kissed my thighs - that's as far down as he could reach, and I started licking his balls. His kisses moved up to my pussy lips and I started licking his shaft and gnawing on it sideways in my mouth. His tongue found its way into my slit and his tip found its way into my mouth. My clit was tender and eager. He teased it expertly, bringing on the start of yet another orgasm. I took his shaft in all the way and he started fucking my throat. His face pushed into my pussy as his tongue probed my love canal. My orgasm was in full flower.

We each had one knee up as we lay on our sides and that provided access for what happened next. I felt Patch wet his finger in my pussy and reach all the way back. As his tongue went back to work again, his finger rimmed me and the entire situation sent me over the top. I wet my own finger and just as I started to play with his rim, he was erupting in my throat. Jet after jet, into my throat, onto my tongue, glorious and salty. I don't usually squirt but I could feel myself doing that this time. I've learned it feels like peeing but I can tell you it isn't.

And then we were done. We fell apart, spent. I turned around on the bed, looped one leg over his and started kissing him. Gently, adoringly, he kissed back and softly pressed his hands against my breasts. We kissed and murmured our appreciation for what must have been a half hour.

After making love one more time, we fell asleep.

I had to go to work the next morning, but we took a shower together. His hands slid easily over my soapy body. We each cleansed all the right places and that got us aroused again. He filled my body with his regenerated cum as I held onto the faucets. Then I used the shower hose to make sure I wouldn't leave a spot in the pants I intended to wear to work. When I looked in the mirror I could see my face was red from all the kissing, so I put on a bit of makeup and got dressed.

On the way out, I put our clothes and the bed sheets in the washer. He would have to dry them. During our parting kiss, he managed to get his hand inside my pants for one more caress.

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When I got home from work, Patch had been to the store. He had set out a bowl of cherries and strawberries and a can of whipped cream. He poured a nice merlot that had been chilling all afternoon. Sitting on the chaise longue, we partook of some of each of those and chatted about how naughty we had been. It wasn't long before our clothes came off.

He pushed me back on the sofa and to my surprise, squirted whipped cream on my tits and my pussy, my butt hole and finally my nose. And starting with my nose, he cleaned up all of it with his tongue and lips, to my thrilling pleasure.

Then it was my turn. Whipped cream on Patch's cock. A valid excuse for sucking, if I'd ever heard one. But I didn't let him cum because I wanted to offer my asshole; he had worked so hard there.

When we had cleaned off most of the cream we ran into the bedroom, pulled down the sheets - Patch had actually made the bed - what a great way to keep a girl in the mood - and fucked our brains out, starting in my rear. He helped me make dinner by fucking me from behind while I tried to stir the macaroni, and after dinner, on the dining room table with my legs dangling over the edge.

The next morning, I was having an amazing erotic dream and awoke to the realization that Patch had been stroking my naked body in all the right places and had two fingers inside my pussy. I tugged on his cock and led him between my parted knees. We fucked til he came, and then I gave him a bj that lasted the several minutes it took him to get stiff again. He took care of the entire laundry needs that day.

We didn't do anything those three nights, and mornings, that my husband and I hadn't done many times. But it was so much more exciting with a new lover. And my cousin, at that.

The Christmas party took place on a Tuesday night in mid-December. Everyone was there with their wives, husbands or significant others. I had to go alone, wearing a little cocktail dress that I would pull out of the closet and literally dust off once a year as well as a pair of lacy black tights.

At the party, I meandered from cluster to cluster exchanging the usual chit-chat and badmouthing our least favorite customer with the guys. The single guys tried to come on to me, but I played the faithful (which I was at that point), if flirtful, wife.

"Your husband couldn't make it?" enquired one of the wives who was among a mixed group of colleagues and their ladies. Was she suspicious of me?

"Jesse's getting back from San Diego on Thursday," I replied, "so it's just me tonight," I giggled somewhat inappropriately.

I had visited the open bar three, maybe four times and had to excuse myself for the ladies room a few minutes later.

The restaurant was a historic building and the path to the rest rooms twisted around a couple of corners. When I emerged, one of my main flirts from the office was just heading to the men's room. "Hello, Lucas," I said.

"Rebecca," he replied, pleasantly surprised. "You're looking all kinds of fine, I might say if that's OK," and bent over to give me a kiss. I should have turned my cheek but it landed on my lips, thought just a peck. "I've been wanting to do that for months," he added.

"Aren't you the naughty boy, tonight," I said. But I let him kiss me again, this time a tad bit longer, and deeper, and didn't pull it off when his hand landed on my breast. "Oh My," I said reaching for his crotch, "good thing it's too public here a place for this to go anywhere!"

"I know," he sighed. After an awkward pause, "You know you're my number one fantasy girl."

"Oh my, I'll have to chew on that for a while," I managed to reply. "And what happens in these fantasies?"

"Well, tonight it will be dragging you into the rest room and locking the door."

"Oh my! That could get us both in trouble," I laughed. "Maybe a better fantasy, you could always come by after Chloe falls asleep," I joked. Actually I couldn't believe I'd said that. Surely he did take it as a joke. Did his eyes widen?

"That would be interesting, " he replied with a smile, but the conversation ended there. Did he even know where I lived? Yeah, their Christmas card that had just arrived. I'm sure Chloe sent it. Lucas went into the men's room. I wandered back out to the party and didn't think much more of our little encounter.

Office parties like that end early and I was home by 10. I took three Advils to ward off a near certain hangover and got into my nightgown. I sat on the chaise longue with a glass of tomato juice feeling somewhat lonely.

I must have drifted off to sleep right there, because I was jarred awake by the doorbell. What the heck? What time is it? 12:45! Thank goodness I put the glass on the table before I fell asleep. I almost took out the gun, but decided to check the peephole first. Holy whatever, it was Lucas!

I opened to door far enough for the chain to be taut. We still had door chains in those days. "Lucas, what are you doing here!?!?" I asked, trying to reconstruct the earlier conversation.

"Well, Chloe's asleep. ... That was the idea, right?"

"Oh my god. I didn't really mean that!" But I closed the door enough to take off the chain. "You better get in here," I said. I couldn't leave him standing out there for all and sundry to see. But I should have sent him packing. Big mistake.

"Look, Lucas, I know I'm a big flirt, but you know I'm married, right. So are you, right?"

"I know. But I heard you say Jerry won't be back til Thursday. ... I thought, ... you know, ... in the hallway there, .... Fantasies and such."

"It's Jesse, Lucas." But I was flabbergasted. How had I let things get to this point? Well, let's change the subject. "Can I get you something to drink? A beer? Wine? We have some Scotch. Jesse's a single malt fan."

"Sure. I like Scotch."

I avoided Jesse's most precious bottles and took the cork off a bottle of Glen Fiddich. "How to you like it?"

"Neat, if you please."

"Wow a connoisseur." Should I up the ante? "Maybe you'd like this Suntory? It's not really Scotch but I like it, too."

"OK, Suntory. I've always wanted to try their stuff. It's called Yakasaki, right?"

"Apparently, you know something about whiskey, but it's Yamakazi," I offered. "Close," I allowed, trying not to embarrass him. I poured Lucas' neat and generous. I couldn't handle much more after my earlier jaunt, but with some soda, I took an ounce or so.

We sat on the chaise longue sipping our drinks. It dawned on me I was still in my nightie. At least it wasn't one of my see-through varieties. We both sipped our drinks.

"You're such a sexy lady. God! Tonight! I almost fell over when you arrived."

"Why thank you, Lucas. I pull out that little thing once a year."

"I'm sorry about the hallway. ... I'm sorry I came over. ... I shouldn't even be thinking ... I've never ...," but he leaned over toward me, "Oh Becca."

"It's OK, Lucas. I'm sorry for being such a tease. I know people get the wrong idea. .... I haven't strayed, either." I replied as he leaned closer. Did I want this? "Oh Lucas, I do like you."

Suddenly, we were kissing deep, passionate. I didn't pull his hand off my nightie. I didn't stop his hand from roving all over my chest. I didn't pull back when his hand wandered down to my belly and lower. And the bulge in his pants was so hard when I groped it.

Jesse had been away so long. Nobody would know, right?

I let Lucas push my nightie between my legs. It felt so nice, him rubbing over the silky fabric. Then I felt him scrunching is fingers to draw the fabric up my legs. "Oh Lucas."

I felt his cool fingers on my legs, my thighs, closer, closer. God the electricity when he touched my pussy lips. "Oh Lucas." I was becoming a broken record.

At this point, I was falling behind. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. The bulge in his boxers was big. His cock sprang out when I pulled down the waist band. Oh yes. Oh yes. Definitely big.

I got on the floor between his legs. He had to let go of my pussy. I started to lick his balls and his shaft, but ...."

"Lucas! You fucked Chloe tonight didn't you!" The aroma and taste of her sex was still there, faintly.

"Yes. I'm sorry. ... It's just ... well I wanted her to sleep," he added. "She always falls asleep after. ... So do I, but ... well ... you know ... . I tried to wash it off."

"Oh my god, you put her to sleep so you could ..."

"Yep. Take up your offer."

"But I didn't really mean it."

But now I know, I did mean it. Subconsciously, I meant it. I took his cock in my mouth, Chloe's flavor and all. Lucas interrupted me long enough to pull my nightie completely off and push his pants off. I returned to sucking him, but he stopped me before I made him cum, and he pulled me up off the floor.

He sucked on my now bare nipples and reached between my legs. His expert fingers pressed my panties between my pussy lips as he licked my nipples. Through the leg opening, he managed to tease my engorged clit with his thumb at the same time his fingers pushed up inside me. God he was good.

He returned to finger fucking me after pulling my panties off. His lips moved down to my belly, kissing, licking, down down down, and soon it was his tongue and not his thumb that was teasing my clit. This caused a huge, blaring orgasm. I hoped that the people in the apartment upstairs were in their bedroom and not their living room.

"Oh Lucas, Lucas. I know it's wrong. Oh God, Lucas!!!! Oh Lucas, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now!" He climbed back up, laid me across the chaise longue and laid on top of me. He didn't need to open my legs as he maneuvered his shaft. In a little. Teasing. In bit more. Short strokes. Deeper. He was all the way into my deceitful vagina. Oh God. "Ohhhhhhhh."

He fucked me in missionary. He fucked me in doggie. And I sat on him and he fucked me in cowboy with his hands spreading my ass cheeks. And that's how he came, deep into my continuing orgasms. "Don't stop. Don't stop."

And when his cock did get soft and popped out, I stood up beside the chaise longue. Everything was running down my legs. I ran to the bathroom for a wash cloth, and suddenly started bawling.

I guess Lucas heard me because he came up behind me - I'd left the door open - and held my naked sinning self. "I'm so sorry," he quietly said into my ear.

"It's OK. We're both adults," I said between sobs. "it's just, I never did anything ... sob ...," and fearful of a lonely night of guilt, "Don't go yet. You don't have to go yet, do you?"

"No. Not yet," he answered, and nuzzled into my neck as his hands caressed my boobs. "I like you so much, Becca. I'm sorry if I hurt you."

I turned to face him, trying to wipe my face clean. "Don't stop. Keep doing that," as I put his hands back where they had been. He supported my breasts with his hands and then rubbed his palms over them. My nipples became aroused again, and so did the feeling in my lower belly. "Will you fuck me again? One more time?" I pleaded.

I led him into my marriage bed. The covers were mostly pulled down already and I made room for us. Lucas and I lay next to each other on our sides, kissing, fondling and hugging. Everything moved leisurely, lovingly. He slid down a few inches and took my nipples in his mouth. "Oh yes," I muttered as his tongue teased me there.

I could barely reach his cock and played with it until he slid down further and it was out of reach. Lucas kissed my belly, and down my legs to my feet. My knees parted, begging his attention where I needed it most, but he began sucking my toes. Then slowly, deliberately, oh god what a tease, he worked his way back up my calves and thighs and the part of my bush that was still there. "Oh god!"

Then I felt his tongue in the crack between my thighs and my labia. He was awfully close to the sensitive areas and I was so ready. "Oh Lucas," as he sucked on my pussy lips. "Oh Lucas."

The moan I uttered when his tongue probed between my lips must have been loud enough to wake the people upstairs. I couldn't help it; my clit was on fire. He kept licking there as two fingers pushed deep inside me. "Oh, Oh, Oh," the dam walls were near braking point.

My hips shot up to his face as I finally begged, "Fuck me, fuck me again, Lucas. Oh Oh God. Fuck me now." And he climbed back on top of me. I reached down to hold his shaft where I wanted it, and he pushed himself back inside. My climax arrived a minute later, "Oh OH OHHHHH."

But Lucas hadn't finished yet, I was sure. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" I suggested mischievously?

"You really are naughty!"

So I let him pull out and turned down in the bed. We were in 69 position when I took his bulging cock in my mouth. Lucas was definitely enjoying himself as he fucked my mouth and my throat. It wasn't long before I felt his tongue in my love canal. And not much longer after that, jet after jet went into my throat and onto my tongue. Was I going to explode once again from his tongue? Oh my God, YES!!!!!

We almost fell asleep after, but managed to avoid disaster. Lucas rinsed himself off as best he could in the bathroom. I helped him clean up his face and had another go at his cock. Then he dressed and was gone.

I don't remember how many more times we got together, but none of them were as memorable as that first time.

My 20th high school reunion came around way too soon for my liking. How did I get to be thirty-eight, LOL? I signed up to go, with Jesse, my husband. And the night before the big event, there was an informal gathering in the lobby bar of a Weston's closer to the city. People were flying in from all over the world, literally. And Jesse was anxious to meet my old friends that he hadn't already gotten to know. Classmates would check in across the lobby and wave to us as they dragged their luggage to the elevator. They each joined us a few minutes later.

Among them, I saw Mason drift in with his roller bag. During our high school years, he had spent many evenings between my legs in lovers' lanes, behind old barns, in basements and even in my bedroom. I was secretly embarrassed to feel myself getting aroused in that place I'd shared with him. I took a deep breath and looked over at Jesse to assure myself he hadn't noticed my reaction. He hadn't, I don't think.

Mason came down later and mostly hung out with the other single guys. I had heard he was divorced. He swung by our table - we were sitting with Chad and Lucy who had flown in from Minneapolis. "Hello Becca. And you must be Jesse," he offered.

"Hi, yes he is. Jesse, this is Mason. He played trombone in the band. And Mason, this is Chad's wife Lucy." Everybody shook hands.

I sure wasn't a virgin when I started dating Jesse, but he was cool enough never to ask which of the boys from town had bedded me, if bedded is the right term. I couldn't tell if he thought Mason might be one of them.

Mason went off to chat up some of the other girls from my class. I remembered having had good reason to be jealous of a couple of them, but now it didn't seem to matter. After all, I hadn't exactly been exclusive with Mason. In fact, Chad had also got into my panties, as had Flynn, who swung by with his wife, Darcy, a few minutes later.

A few of us decided to drop by Paddy's Ale House, the local Irish pub. Jesse had to fly out to Spain the next morning so he begged off after one Guinness. He took the car, and I was going to take a cab. Mason was sitting way at the other end of the place, so I don't think Jesse picked up on the electricity between us.

I ran into Mason on the way back from the ladies room. It wasn't a coincidence. "I've missed you, Becks," he said as we briefly hugged each other. "Can we, you know, duck out the back?" And we did.

We talked for a while. Mason's marriage had gone south when they both started cheating. "She was never as much fun as you, Becks." We embraced and started kissing. His hand wandered over my chest and then down to my knee.

I'd been a good girl most of my marriage, except for the two lapses I've already told you about. But darn it all, I couldn't believe how exciting it was to be embracing Mason again.

His hand moved pulled up the hem of my skirt - the little cocktail dress had finally graduated to Good Will when I couldn't get into it any more. I was sure he could feel the dampness in my pantyhose. My hand was on the bulge in his pants when Chad and Lucy came out to their car. They both gave us a naughty thumbs up and left. But that was embarrassing enough that we decided to quit. "Can I give you a ride home?" Mason asked.

In the car, he suggested we detour to his hotel room, but I told him how early I had to get up to take Jesse to the airport. When we got to my home and pulled into the drive beside the garage, I could see the bedroom light was already out. "Jesse is asleep," I told him.

Mason turned off the headlights. We chatted some more in the dark rental. But chatting led to kissing. Mason's hand went up under my blouse this time and pulled my 34D bra down as well. I opened the blouse for him and undid my bra.

His kisses moved to my neck and then my nipples. His tongue expertly circled there while his hand slid up over the mesh fabric of my pantyhose. Though he started rubbing my pussy through the cotton padding, I knew from experience with him that these here nylons had been worn for the last time.

Mason reached across my seat to recline it, but I ended up pulling the lever myself. The seat fell back as far as it would go. To give him room, I grabbed the bar in front and slid the seat back as he climbed over me. I was undoing his belt and zipper when I felt the fabric tearing on my panty hose. He yanked it aside, exposing my wet, naked sex, though it wasn't like he could see anything.

His fingers felt so good playing in my wetness and his shaft was warm and throbbing in my hand after I pulled it out of his pants and stroked him. "You're going to fuck me right in my driveway aren't you."

"Only if you let me," he drawled, as if I wasn't going to let him. At times like these, your normal life becomes a distant world and loses its constraints on you.

I opened Mason's pants wider and off his hips. He pushed my skirt up around my waist, but left my damaged panty hose on. I don't know how he managed it but he got his head between my legs and started kissing my pussy lips. Then it was his tongue. My clit became engorged as two fingers pushed up inside. He finger fucked me and licked me until my orgasm was in full bloom. Then he pulled out his fingers and climbed back over me. I guided his eager organ into my zealous opening.

He drove his shaft in all the way and took to pounding, just like the old days, LOL. God it felt good. There was something different about how he used me. Coercion. Vigor. Drive. We fucked like that for a few minutes.

"Want me on my knees?" I offered. He pulled out and I turned over on the seat. I knew he liked doggie style, and well, so did I.

"Maybe in back," he suggested, and we both slithered like serpents over the reclined seat into to the more spacious back row. So much more room. So deep inside me. Pounding, pounding. Both panting, moaning. So good.

"You better stop before ...," but it was too late. He shot his payload. No point in stopping him now. I love the way the slipperiness in there changes when a man's semen mixes with my lubrication. And then he was done.

"I'm sorry, Becks. You're not on birth control.?"

"No. No," I started to choke up. "Jesse and me," suppressing sobs, "are trying ..."

"...to have a baby?" he interrupted, "Oh no. Oh no."