I’m back, and I have cheated again. It was yesterday. I hope you are not getting fed up of this. I expect you will tell me shut up if I get on your nerves.

I suppose I knew I would do it again. I haven’t told Tom yet though. I wanted to, and I still want to, but each time I promise myself I will tell him, I lose my nerve. I mean, how do you tell your husband something like that?

“Tom my sweet, I have done it with another man. You know, actually done IT.”

How can I do that? I know what the inquest would be like even though he has cheated on me. He would take it really hard.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Where did you do it with him?”

“Who is he?”

“Is he better in bed than me?

“Does he have a bigger dick than me?”

“How many times has it happened?”

The questions would go on and on day-after-day. I know Tom and he would want to know every last detail, like, “Did he cum inside you?” and “How many times?”

What should I say? I could tell him Terry’s cock is not all that big. I mean, how far do I go? How many lies do I tell and how much of the truth? If I tell him the truth then why not tell him the whole truth? I mean, it is not all that important to a woman. I didn’t measure Terry’s cock before agreeing to have sex with him did I? Giggle. But for Tom, the very idea that another man has fucked his wife is bad enough, the thought that Terry has a bigger cock could be devastating. I can’t tell him the truth about that, can I? He would always have the thought in his head that Terry has fucked a part of me he could never get to. That just made me smile.

He wouldn’t divorce me; he is a bit of a useless wimp really. He can’t ever make a decision for himself. I have to do most things for him. No, he would just be devastated and sulk about it.

Hey, I have just had a naughty thought. I wonder if Terry would let me measure his cock. That has made me really chuckle. Another thought has just occurred to me. I could measure Tom’s dick as well. That would be funny.

“Come here Tom sweetie; let me measure your cock.” Oh Dear, I will have to stop writing for a minute until I stop giggling and compose myself.

Right! It is not going to be easy to tell him - no I can’t, can I? I have had sex with Terry twice now. I have had my legs spread wide open for another man and let him, well you know, l don’t have to spell it out. I have been so submissive and Tom would have to deal with that thought as well. I can’t say I didn’t want it to happen or that I didn’t enjoy it. Of course I enjoyed it, I loved it. He ravished me and it was amazing. I have been such a naughty girl. Actually Terry calls me a “good girl.” Giggle.

He said he likes good girls like me. He told me to open my legs as wide as I could and show him my pussy. It was very embarrassing at first but I did it for him. That is when he said, “Lovely, lovely, you are such a good girl Louise. You have such a sweet little twat. Now let me have a look at your cute little clit.” Men can be so crude with their words. He said my clit was the cutest little thing he had ever seen. Come to think of it I don’t think Tom has ever seen my clit. Well he has never said so and I haven’t ever seen it so I reckon Terry might be the only person in the world who has.

“I don’t feel like a good girl, I feel like a very naughty girl just now,” I said, laid there with my legs spread out and a man using his fingers to find my clit. I would never have believed I would expose myself like that to a man. Terry just has a way of getting me to do things I would never dream of doing normally. Am I just wicked?

Terry certainly has something going for him. I think he hypnotises me. He looks at me and smiles with those gorgeous eyes of his and my legs just open for him to fuck me.

Anyway, he has fucked me again. It was awesome. He has the cutest, sexy arse. I could feel his balls every time he pushed his dick inside me. It took my breath away feeling it going all the way inside me. I felt so full, his dick is so thick. It felt so good. I knew he was going to make me cum. As I felt the contractions race through me my eyes flickered open and I saw the ecstasy on his face, he looked into my eyes and told me he was going to cum. We did it together.

Terry can be so crude though. He says things that Tom would never even think let alone say.

“Now be careful, don’t let your husband find any of that spunk in your knickers.”

I mean, as if I would.

Do I tell Tom about that? Do I tell him I was a good girl or a naughty girl? Chuckle.

Hey, what if he asks if I had sex with Terry in our bed? I could lie about that, he will never know. I have already changed the sheets. I’m not that stupid.

I thought hard and long about telling my sister, Mary, she is two years older than me. She always seemed very straight-laced. Although we are sisters we have never talked about things like that. She is married too, with two children. Her husband is called Stuart. They have a lovely home and Mary keeps it spotlessly clean. She is different to me in that way. I keep my house clean but I am not obsessive about it like she is.

I could tell my friend, Jane, but she has a runaway mouth and the whole town would know before the day was out.

No, couldn’t tell Jane. So I went round to see Mary today. I had to tell someone.

When I told her what I had been doing it shocked me more than it shocked her because she just laughed and laughed.

“You dark horse,” she said, “Come on spill the beans, was it good?”

“Marvelous,” I told her feeling quite relieved at the way she had taken my news.

“I don’t know how you dare do something like that. I wouldn’t have the courage,” she said, rolling her eyes.

I did admit to her that it took a lot of guts on my part.

“I bet it did, what is he like this Terry, is he good looking?”

“He is quite gorgeous,” I told her, “and he is young and single.”

“You lucky bitch,” she said, brushing her long auburn hair from her face with her fingers. She is very pretty, our Mary.

She went into the Kitchen and made a cup of tea and brought it back handing me a cup.

“What if you get caught?” she asked.

“I think it is part of the excitement, getting away with it. I suppose it is a risk but I always make sure Tom is at work and all the doors are locked.”

I noticed the look on Mary’s face and the way she kept biting her lip.

“Would you ever do it Mary? You know if you could get away with it?”

“Well, that is the problem; it would be such a big risk.”

“No, I mean if you could be one hundred percent sure no one would ever find out,” I said, watching for her reaction.

“Stuart and I don’t have sex like we used to. He is always too tired. The fantasy sounds good but the risk is not for me Louise,” she said.

“No, I mean one hundred percent no risk,” I said pressing her further. I was intrigued to know now, thinking she actually just might.

She was silent for a few seconds but it seemed longer.

“I suppose I would if there was such a thing as one hundred percent no risk but there isn’t. He would have to be gorgeous.”

“Terry is gorgeous,” I reminded her.

“But he is your guy,” she said. “Sometimes I might see a man and think, you know, sort of fantasise,” she paused, as if something was swirling around in her mind, like she was working something out.

“I would have to go on the pill again. I don’t fancy that idea” she said.

“I take the morning-after-pill. I took one this morning,” I said.

“What you let him go all the way,” she gasped, her jaw dropping.

“I don’t think I could have stopped him,” I said.

“You randy bitch,” Mary said and we both had a girlie giggling fit.

I wonder what Terry will say. Mary is attractive, more attractive than me. Maybe he has a handsome mate that will see to Mary while he sees to me.

I arrived home and made Tom’s tea for when he got in from work. He sat there munching away, totally oblivious to what I was thinking. I couldn’t believe I was getting wet thinking about it. Oh I am naughty, don’t you think?

I just told Tom I had to go to the bathroom and left him still munching. Once inside I straggled myself against the wall and quickly lifted my skirt, shoved my hand inside my knickers and sorted myself out. I could hardly stand up, my knees wobbled. Within seconds my legs went weak. I drenched my fingers when it came. It only took about two minutes. Wet knickers again, I thought.

I have to admit it is all so exciting. My sex life is alive. I feel attractive all over again. I get so giddy. It has certainly put a little wiggle into my walk when I go shopping.

First thing tomorrow I am going to ask Terry if he has a good-looking mate for Mary. No, best double check with Mary first and make sure she means it. Don’t want her getting cold feet at the last minute with a horny man hovering over her with a rampant erection in his hand. That would not be funny, would it? I could never get a man really horny and then say “no”. No, I couldn’t do that. I would have to let him have what he wanted. I suppose we women do get nervous though and bottle it sometimes, especially once we are married.

I think cheating comes easier to men. It is their nature to want to spread their genes whenever they get a chance. Terry would have made me pregnant if I had let him. I think he wanted to. Well, he knows he had a clear run and that Tom would think it was his. He is a man after all, so why wouldn’t he want to spread his seed?

We have had sex twice now and there was no way he was ever going to pull out. He was always going to go all the way. I could tell that. It takes some doing to have your legs wide open and you can hear him getting nearer and nearer to shooting his seed. Then his legs sort of spasm and you know he is going to let it go inside you and he is whispering to you that you are a “very good girl” and just to “relax” while he does it. Then I feel it inside me and his cock starts to go soft.

I want to tell Tom someday but I don’t know how really. How would I ever tell him? You tell me. If you have ever told your husband anything like that I would love to know how you did it, and if you got away with it. Or are you just like me and dare not tell him or think what he does not know won’t hurt him. I am always open to advice.

Maybe it is best if I keep it as my little secret for now. Giggle.