Dirty Diaries Part 1 [F30s/M30s] [married] [mutual masturbation] [passion]

Ally and Matt had built the kind of life people envy.

At 36, they were the definition of millennial success — a beautiful million-dollar home with a literally white picket fence, two healthy kids (Cooper, 6, and Mollie,3)  stable careers, weekend soccer games, a golden retriever, and a nine year marriage where they were truly each other’s best friend.  

Ally, with her light brown hair and quiet beauty, never imagined she’d be the woman who felt restless inside a life this perfect. Matt was attractive in that effortlessly comforting way. He was six feet tall, a little bit of a dad bod but also still some definition. He was the kind of dad who coached the kids teams, grilled burgers on Sundays, and carried them fast asleep upstairs after movie nights. And he loved her, wanted her, and was truly a great husband. 

Their sex life was pretty good too. They managed a few times a week and it was always satisfying. So Ally didn’t understand the thoughts she was having lately. The dirty dirty thoughts (A few included the 20 year old babysitter home from college. Which surprised her because she wasn’t really into women.) She couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside her was waking up.

Maybe it was turning 36.
Maybe it was realizing how quickly life was moving.
Or maybe it was the dangerous thought she couldn’t stop having:

What if this was it? This was as exciting life was going to get? What if this was her last chance to be young and wild. She and Matt had been together since they were 24. 

Or maybe it wasn’t that complex. Maybe it was the unwavering routine of her life. Wake up, drop offs, work, pick ups, soccer practice, dinner, baths, the list goes on and on until you wake up and repeat it all again. Just thinking about it made her chest tight. She needed something reckless.Something naughty. Something that made her feel alive again. For now she’ll have to settle on release after they put the kids to bed. 

The house was finally silent. Cooper and Mollie were tucked away in their rooms. Ally lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, her light brown hair fanned out against the white linens. She wasn't waiting for Matt to finish the game. She sent him a photo her hand disappearing beneath the waistband of her lace panties. They enjoyed mutual masturbation, never holding the other back from their needs. It didn’t take long for Matt to make his way upstairs after she hit send. 

By the time he entered Ally was solidly lost in the moment, moaning as she played with herself. The sound of her wet pussy, making him instantly hard. She looked at him with her pretty eyes dark with need, her chest heaving, her full breasts straining against the thin fabric of her camisole. 

"God, that's so hot, babe," Matt groaned. He didn't even make it to the edge of the bed before he started stripping. He yanked his shirt over his head and kicked off his sweatpants in one fluid motion, leaving him naked and fully erect. His six-foot frame and soft dad bod were a sight Ally always craved, and seeing his thick cock pulsing and hard for her made her clit throb with a desperate need.

Matt didn't touch her immediately. Instead, he lay on his side, propping himself up on an elbow, his eyes locked on the rhythmic movement of her hand. He watched the way her fingers slid in and out, the wet, slapping sound of her own lubrication filling the silence between her moans. He could see the tension in her flat stomach, the muscles tightening as she chased the peak.

"I love watching you like this,”  Matt whispered, his voice low. 

Ally reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her vibrator. She didn't just press it against herself; she looked Matt dead in the eyes as she slid the buzzing head of the toy against her clit. She let out a sharp, loud gasp, her back arching off the mattress. The vibration was intense, sending jolts of pleasure through her that made her toes curl. She began to ride the sensation, grinding her hips into the device, her moans turning into frantic, breathless whimpers.

"Watch me, Matt," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Look at what you made your horny wife do."
Matt watched, his gaze fixed on the way her pussy pulsed and leaked around the toy. He watched the muscles of her stomach tighten and her breasts heave until she finally shattered, a loud, guttural scream escaping her as her orgasm ripped through her.
The sight and sound of her climaxing was the breaking point for Matt. He hovered over her, his masculine frame casting a shadow over her trembling body. He didn't enter her; instead, he gripped his cock, stroking himself with fast, frantic motions.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he groaned, his face flushed as he stroked himself even faster.
With a final, powerful thrust of his hand, Matt let out a low growl as he came. Thick, white ropes of cum exploded from his cock, splashing across Ally’s  stomach and splattering over her full breasts. He didn't stop until he had spent every drop, painting her skin in his release.

As he collapsed onto her, panting and sweaty, he looked down at his wife, seeing her covered in his mess, her face flushed and her eyes wide with lingering lust. Ally looked up at him and smiled. She figured he’d pull away, it was late and had been a long day but he didn’t...

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