Wed., Aug. 11
Dear Diary: I have a confession to make. And once I make it, I should immediately burn this diary and forget I said it. But I probably won't. Here it is:
I'm fucking my father-in-law and he's a much better lover. In fact, I can't get enough of him!
There, I said it. Don't get me wrong, I love Donny Benning, my husband of two years. He's a good, decent man. I'm three years older than him and sometimes I think he's a bit immature, but I don't really hold it against him. But ever since I started fucking Dan, I've found Donny to be wanting in the love department.
I should first say that Dan had Donny when he was just twenty-one, so it's not like I'm having an affair with a geezer or anything. Donny is twenty-four now and I'm twenty-seven and Dan is just forty-five. He's still young-looking and oh so energetic. And the things he does to me! I know I'll have four or five orgasms every time we get together. With Donny, I'm lucky if I come at all.
I'm not offering that as an excuse, Dear Diary. I know you are a good sounding board and often you act like the voice of my conscience. I deserve to be scolded now and then. I've tried to be a good wife.
Dan may be a bit bigger, you know, "down there," but that's really not the secret to his success. As some songwriter once said, "It ain't the meat, it's the motion." That's certainly true in Dan's case. Donny, bless his heart, just doesn't know how to please a woman. He's too wrapped up in his own needs and all he wants to do is stick it in, come, roll over and fall asleep.
I should probably explain how it happened. I don't want you to think that I went out and seduced Dan or anything. It wasn't like that at all. You see, Dan's wife left him when he was forty. She showed up at our wedding with her new man and just about ruined the event for everyone. Dan left during the reception and I wished Betsy had had the decency to leave early--and take that drunken bum she had found with her.
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