Tommy moves

Diary Entry - Day 152

Dear Diary,

Tommy told us last night.

He’s moving.

His aunt in another state offered him a place to stay and help him get into a trade school. He’s leaving in three weeks.

We all went completely silent when he said it.

Our Reactions

Sarah was the first to speak. She tried to smile but her voice cracked.

“That’s… that’s wonderful news, Tommy. We’re so proud of you, sweetie.”

Then she excused herself to the bathroom and cried for twenty minutes.

Lauren didn’t say anything at first. She just pulled Tommy into a tight hug and held him for a long time, stroking his back like she was trying to memorize the feeling. Later she told us privately that she feels like she’s losing a part of herself.

Mia got angry. Not at Tommy — at the situation. She paced around the room and kept saying “This isn’t fair” over and over. She’s already talking about “solutions” — visiting him, flying him back, even moving near him. She’s not handling this well.

Vanessa tried to act tough. She said “Good for him” and “He needs to live his own life.” But then she spent the rest of the night sitting on his lap, gently riding him while the rest of us watched, and she kept whispering “Don’t go” into his ear even though she knew it was selfish.

Me (Elena)

I feel hollow.

I’ve spent the last year and a half building my entire secret life around this boy. The public sessions, the spoiling, the gentle caretaking, the depravity… it all revolved around Tommy being here.

The thought of him being gone — of not seeing him every few days, not feeling him inside me, not watching the way his face lights up when we’re kind to him — it’s making me physically sick.

I spent last night lying awake next to Mark, silently crying while he slept.

What We’re Doing Now

We’ve gone into overdrive trying to make his last three weeks perfect.

We’re planning a massive going-away party (public, of course).

We’re taking him on one last big public adventure every single day.

We’ve all been extra gentle and affectionate with him — more cuddling, more praise, more “we’re so proud of you” moments mixed with extremely rough, **** sex.

Mia has already started researching flights and hotels near his new city.

Lauren has been cooking him meals to freeze so he has food when he first moves.

Sarah and I have been taking turns sleeping over at each other’s houses with Tommy, just holding him while he sleeps.

We’re all pretending to be supportive.

But underneath it, we’re devastated.

The Hardest Part

Tommy keeps apologizing. He says things like “I’m sorry I’m leaving you guys” and “I wish I could stay.”

We keep telling him he has nothing to be sorry for. That we want what’s best for him. That we’re happy for him.

But the truth is… we’re not.

We’re selfish. We want to keep him. We want to keep using him, spoiling him, and being the center of his world. The idea of some other woman (or worse — no one) taking care of him makes us crazy.

Last night while I was riding him on Sarah’s couch, I whispered something I’ve never said before:

“You don’t have to go, you know. We’ll take care of you forever if you stay.”

Tommy didn’t answer. He just held me tighter and came inside me.

I don’t know how we’re going to survive this.

We’ve become completely addicted to him.

And now he’s being taken away.

Diary Entry - Day 154 (Tommy’s Going-Away Party)

Dear Diary,

We threw Tommy the biggest, most reckless going-away party we could manage.

It was at the same large public park where we celebrated his 18th birthday. We rented out the big pavilion area “for a community youth event” and invited over 60 people — our families, neighbors, some of Tommy’s old classmates, even a few teachers. We made it look like a wholesome send-off party.

It was anything but.

The Party

From the moment Tommy arrived, we didn’t leave his side. All five of us wore matching tight black dresses and took turns rotating around him the entire day.

The Gift Table

We set up a long table with gifts. While Tommy opened them, I sat on his lap and rode him slowly under the tablecloth. The wet sounds were loud. When Mark walked over to take photos, I smiled for the camera while Tommy’s cock was buried deep in my ass.

Sarah went next. She rode him harder while helping him open a gift from Lauren. When Richard asked what the noise was, she said cheerfully, “Just the table wobbling. Tommy, sweetie, can you hold it steady for me?”

The Food Line

While people were lining up for burgers and hot dogs, we took turns bending over the picnic tables. Mia got fucked so hard the table shook. When a teacher from Tommy’s old school walked past, Lauren (who was next in line) smiled sweetly and said:

“Tommy’s helping us with some last-minute stretching before he leaves. He’s been so good to all of us.”

The Photo Area

We set up a little photo booth area with a “We’ll Miss You, Tommy!” banner. While people were taking normal photos, we were on our knees behind the banner taking turns sucking him off and snowballing his cum.

At one point all five of us were in a circle, passing a fresh load between our mouths while Tommy’s old math teacher stood just ten feet away talking to Mark.

The Emotional Moment

Around 6 PM, when the sun started setting, we gathered everyone for a group photo. Tommy stood in the middle with all five of us around him — our arms around his shoulders, smiling for the camera like proud mentors.

Right after the photo, while everyone was still gathered, I pulled Tommy into a tight hug and whispered in his ear so only he could hear:

“We’re going to miss you so much, baby. You have no idea what you’ve done to us.”

He hugged me back and quietly said, “I’m scared to go.”

I almost cried right there.

The Final Hours

After most people left, we stayed behind with Tommy in the now-empty pavilion. The sun had gone down and the park lights were on.

We didn’t hold back anymore.

We bent him over one of the picnic tables and took turns fucking ourselves on his cock while the others watched and encouraged him. We were loud. We were messy. We passed his cum and his piss between us like it was the most natural thing in the world.

At one point Lauren was on her back on a table, legs spread, while Tommy fucked her ass and the rest of us took turns sitting on her face or kissing her.

We kept telling him the same things over and over:

“You’re such a good boy.”

“We’re so proud of you.”

“We’re going to miss you every single day.”

“You’re ours. Even when you’re gone, you’re still ours.”

Tommy cried when he came the last time. Not from sadness — from how overwhelmed he was by how much we loved him in our own twisted way.

After Everyone Left

We sat with him on the grass until 2 AM. We didn’t have sex anymore. We just held him, stroked his hair, and let him rest against us.

Sarah whispered what we were all thinking:

“If you ever want to come back… even for a weekend… we’ll drop everything. You know that, right?”

Tommy nodded against my chest.

We drove him home in silence. None of us wanted to say goodbye yet.

Three more days until he leaves.

I don’t know how we’re going to survive this.

Diary Entry - Day 518 (One Year Later)

Dear Diary,

It’s been 365 days since Tommy left.

We’ve been… surviving. Barely.

The Year Without Him

The first three months were the hardest. We were all depressed. We kept trying to have normal lives but nothing felt right. Sex with our husbands felt empty. We stopped going out as much. The group chat went quiet for weeks at a time.

We tried to fill the void. Sarah started an affair with her personal trainer. Mia threw herself into work. Lauren cried a lot. Vanessa pretended she was fine. I started drinking more than I should.

None of it worked.

We still talked about him constantly. We still compared every man to him. We still found ourselves instinctively looking for him in crowds. The addiction never went away — it just went dormant and angry.

Around month six, we started having “Tommy nights” again. We’d get together, get drunk, and end up in a pile on someone’s couch, touching each other while talking about him. It wasn’t the same, but it was something.

By month ten, we had mostly accepted that he was gone forever. We told ourselves it was for the best. That he was building a real life. That we were just a chapter in his story.

We were lying to ourselves.

The Message

Two weeks ago, Tommy texted the group chat:

Tommy: Hey… I’m coming back for a visit. My aunt sold the house here so I have to pack up some stuff. I’ll be there for about 10 days. I was wondering if you guys wanted to see me?

We all saw the message within minutes.

None of us replied for almost an hour.

Then Sarah wrote:

Sarah: Of course we want to see you, sweetie. When are you getting in?

The rest of us flooded in after that. We couldn’t type fast enough.

The Day He Returned

He arrived yesterday.

We picked him up from the airport together — all five of us. We didn’t even try to be subtle. We stood at arrivals like we were his family. When he walked through the doors, something inside all of us broke.

He looked older. Taller. Broader in the shoulders. He had a little beard now. But when he saw us, his face lit up exactly the same way it used to.

He dropped his bag and walked straight into our arms.

We didn’t care who was watching. We surrounded him, hugging him, kissing his cheeks, touching his face like we were making sure he was real.

Lauren started crying immediately. Mia looked like she wanted to fight someone and kiss him at the same time. Vanessa just kept saying “You’re back… you’re actually back.”

I held his face in my hands and whispered, “Hi, baby. We missed you so much.”

He looked overwhelmed. His eyes were glassy.

“I missed you guys too,” he said quietly. “More than I thought I would.”

That Same Night

We didn’t even make it home.

We took him to the same park where we threw his going-away party. It was late. Most people were gone. We found a dark, somewhat secluded area near the trees.

We didn’t speak much.

We just… took him.

All five of us at once. ****. Rough. Emotional. We rode him, sucked him, let him use our mouths and asses like we’d been starving for a year. We cried while we fucked him. We told him how empty we’d been. How nothing felt right without him. How we thought about him every single day.

He came inside each of us multiple times. We passed his cum between us like we used to. We drank from him when he needed to pee. We held him and kissed him and told him he was home now.

At one point, while I was riding him and the others were kissing his neck and chest, he whispered:

“I tried to move on. I really did. But no one… no one was like you guys.”

We all broke.

Today

He’s staying at Sarah’s for now. We’ve already cleared our schedules for the next ten days. We told our husbands we’re doing a “girls’ retreat” to help Tommy pack.

They didn’t ask questions.

Tonight we’re taking him out again. Somewhere public. Somewhere risky. We need to remind ourselves that he’s real. That he’s here. That for the next ten days, he’s ours again.

We’re not letting him go easily this time.

I don’t know what’s going to happen after these ten days are over.

But right now?

He’s back.

And we’re never going to be the same again.

Diary Entry - Day 528 (The Decision)

Dear Diary,

The ten days flew by too fast.

We spent every single day with Tommy. We took turns having him stay at our houses. We fucked him in parks, in restaurant bathrooms, in the back of cars, in semi-public hotel lobbies. We were insatiable. Every night we fell asleep tangled around him, and every morning we woke up already touching him again.

But the whole time, there was this dark cloud hanging over us.

He was leaving again in a few days.

We couldn’t let that happen.

The Plan

Three days before he was supposed to fly back, we had an emergency meeting without him.

We were all sitting in Sarah’s living room, still sore and leaking from the night before. No one wanted to say it out loud at first.

Finally, I spoke.

“We can’t let him go again.”

Everyone nodded.

Mia was the first to say what we were all thinking:

“We have the money. Between the five of us, we could buy him a small house. Or at least put a huge down payment on one. He could stay. He wouldn’t have to leave.”

The room went quiet.

Then Lauren started crying. Happy tears.

Sarah smiled in that dangerous way she does when she’s made up her mind.

Vanessa just said, “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

We spent the next two days secretly looking at houses. We found a small, cute three-bedroom about twenty minutes from all of us. It needed some work, but it was perfect. We pooled our money — Sarah and I put in the most, but everyone contributed. We bought it in cash under a trust we set up.

We didn’t tell our husbands. We told them we were investing in “a group property” and they didn’t ask too many questions.

Telling Tommy

The night before he was supposed to leave, we took him to the empty house.

We blindfolded him in the car as a “surprise.” When we took it off, he was standing in the living room of his new home.

We all stood around him, nervous.

I took his hands and spoke gently:

“Tommy… we don’t want you to go. We’ve been miserable without you. So we… we bought you this house. It’s yours. You can stay. You don’t have to leave ever again if you don’t want to.”

He stared at us like he couldn’t process what he was hearing.

Sarah stepped forward and touched his face.

“We love you, sweetie. In our own fucked up way, we love you. And we want you here with us. Forever.”

Tommy started crying.

He looked around the empty house, then back at us, and whispered:

“…You really did this for me?”

Lauren pulled him into a hug.

“We’d do anything for you.”

That Night

We broke the house in immediately.

There was no furniture yet, so we fucked him on the hardwood floor in the living room. All five of us. Rough. Emotional. ****. We took turns riding him while the others held him down and kissed him and told him he was home now.

We let him use our mouths and asses however he wanted. We drank from him. We shared everything. We cried while we came.

At one point, while I was riding him and the others were kissing his chest and neck, he grabbed my hips and said:

“I love you. All of you. I don’t ever want to leave again.”

We all broke.

Today

Tommy is staying.

He’s sleeping in Sarah’s guest room right now while we figure out furniture and everything else. We’re going to help him move his things from his aunt’s house. We’re going to make this place a home for him.

Our husbands still don’t fully understand what’s happening. They think we’re just being “very generous mentors.”

They have no idea we just bought a house for the boy we’ve been secretly destroying ourselves over for almost two years.

Tommy is ours now. Permanently.

And we’re never letting him go again.

Diary Entry - Day 560

Dear Diary,

Tommy asked us for something insane last night.

We were all curled up around him in his new living room after a long session. He was quiet for a while, then he said it in that shy, soft voice he uses when he’s nervous:

“I want… 96 times a day. Loud. In public. Every day. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

We all went quiet.

96 times. That’s roughly once every 15 minutes if we’re awake for 24 hours. It’s completely unrealistic… but none of us said no.

Sarah was the first to answer. She kissed his forehead and said gently:

“If that’s what you need, baby, then that’s what you’ll get.”

The rest of us agreed immediately. We’ve become completely incapable of denying him anything.

The New Rules

We made three big changes that same night:

1. No More Hiding From Strangers

We’re done making excuses to people we don’t know. From now on, if a stranger sees us getting fucked, we don’t lie. We brag.

We practiced it last night at a 24-hour diner. While Tommy was fucking me over the table in the corner booth, a waitress came over. Instead of making up some story, I looked her right in the eyes while he was balls-deep in my ass and said:

“My boyfriend likes using me in public. He’s very demanding. Would you like to watch?”

The waitress just stood there stunned while I kept riding him. When Tommy came inside me, I thanked her politely for not interrupting.

2. Modified Clothing

We’ve started altering all of our clothes.

We’ve cut strategic slits in the back of almost every dress and skirt we own so Tommy can fuck us standing up without pulling anything down.

We’ve removed the crotches from most of our leggings and yoga pants.

We now wear crotchless panties exclusively.

Some of us have started wearing short skirts with nothing underneath at all.

Lauren even bought a few “easy access” dresses that button all the way up the front so Tommy can open them completely in public and fuck her while she’s technically still “dressed.”

We look normal from the front. From the back or when we bend over… it’s very obvious what we’re for.

3. 96 Sessions

We’re treating this like a full-time job now.

We’ve started rotating in shifts. Two or three of us stay with Tommy at all times. When one of us needs a break, another takes over. We’ve even started keeping a tally on our phones.

Yesterday we hit 41 sessions before midnight. Today we’re aiming higher.

We fuck him in parks, in malls, in grocery stores, in libraries, in restaurant booths, in parking lots, in movie theaters. And now when people stare or ask questions, we don’t make excuses.

We brag.

Yesterday at the mall, while Mia was bent over a bench in the food court getting railed, a group of young women walked past looking shocked. Mia turned her head, smiled, and said:

“He’s my boyfriend. He likes it loud. You can watch if you want.”

One of the girls actually stayed and watched the whole thing.

How We Feel

We’ve completely surrendered.

There’s no more pretending we’re “mentors” or “just being nice.” We’re openly his. We brag about it to strangers. We dress for easy access. We fuck him in front of anyone who happens to be around.

And Tommy?

He’s the happiest we’ve ever seen him. He walks around with this quiet, confident little smile now. He knows he owns five married women completely. He knows we’ll do anything he asks.

Last night while I was riding him in his living room with the curtains wide open, he grabbed my hips and whispered:

“You’re all mine now.”

We are.

And we’re never going back.

Diary Entry - Day 565

Dear Diary,

Tommy made another request last night.

While we were all curled up around him after a long session, he spoke in that soft, shy voice again:

“When you brag to people… I want you to be honest. I want you to tell them the truth. That you’re all really hot… and I’m just this ugly, fat, short boy… and you still let me use your holes whenever I want.”

We all looked at each other.

Then we smiled.

Because of course we agreed.

The New Bragging Style

From now on, when strangers see us or ask questions, we don’t just say vague things. We tell them the raw, humiliating truth.

Example from yesterday:

We were at the mall food court. I was bent over a table while Tommy fucked my ass at full speed, loud and wet. A group of women in their 30s were staring from the next table.

When one of them finally asked, “What the hell is going on?”, Sarah turned to them with a sweet smile and said clearly:

“This is Tommy. He’s 19, short, fat, and honestly not very attractive. And all five of us — married mothers in our 40s — let him fuck our married asses and throats in public every single day because we’re completely addicted to him. Would you like to watch him cum inside me?”

The women didn’t know what to say. One of them stayed and watched the whole thing.

We’ve started doing this everywhere now. We tell strangers the full truth:

That we’re attractive, successful, married women

That Tommy is short, fat, ugly, and awkward

That we still beg him to use us

That we fight over who gets to swallow his cum or drink his piss

It’s become part of the thrill — openly admitting how low we’ve fallen for him.

Asshole Wideners

The other new idea came from Mia.

She suggested we start wearing asshole wideners — thick plugs and training toys — at all times so we’re always stretched and “erotic” for Tommy. So whenever he wants to fuck our asses, we’re already loose, puffy, and ready for him.

We all agreed immediately.

Now we wear them daily:

Lauren has a thick, heavy steel plug she wears to the grocery store.

Sarah wears a large inflatable plug that she can pump bigger throughout the day.

I’ve been wearing a wide, smooth silicone plug that keeps me constantly gaping and sensitive.

Mia and Vanessa have been competing over who can wear the biggest one for the longest.

We’ve started sending Tommy photos throughout the day of our plugged, stretched holes with captions like:

“Ready for you whenever you want, baby ❤”

or

“Still loose from this morning. Come use me again.”

When he fucks us now, our asses make even louder, wetter, more obscene sounds because we’re always pre-stretched. He loves it. He’s started making us show him our plugs in public before he fucks us.

Yesterday at a park, he had all five of us bend over a picnic table, pull our plugs out one by one, and show him our gaping holes before he took turns fucking us. People were walking past the entire time. We didn’t hide. We just told anyone who stared the truth.

How We Feel

We’ve completely surrendered to Tommy’s desires.

We’re now:

Bragging to strangers about how an ugly, fat, short boy owns five hot married MILFs

Wearing asshole wideners 24/7 so we’re always stretched and ready for him

Having loud, public sex 50–90+ times a day

Telling the raw, humiliating truth about our addiction to him

And we’re happier than we’ve ever been.

Tommy has turned us into something we never imagined we could be. And we love it.

We love him.

Even if he is, as he likes to remind us, just “an ugly fat short boy” who somehow ended up owning five beautiful married women completely.

Diary Entry - Day 582

Dear Diary,

I’m writing this from a hotel room in Santorini, Greece.

We’re on a two-week family vacation — me, Mark, and Jake. Beautiful views, private pool, fancy restaurants, the whole thing. Mark planned it months ago as a “reset” for our marriage.

I’ve never felt more disconnected from my own life.

Day 1-3: Withdrawal

The first three days were hell.

I couldn’t touch Tommy. Couldn’t see him. Couldn’t hear his voice except through texts. The other girls are still back home with him, and I’ve been getting constant updates in the group chat — photos of them riding him in parks, videos of them passing his cum around, messages about how many times they’ve made him cum in a day.

I’m jealous. And lonely. And horny in a way that makes me feel insane.

Last night I locked myself in the bathroom and edged for almost an hour while watching old videos of Tommy fucking me. I didn’t let myself cum. I wanted to stay **** for him.

Mark tried to initiate sex on the second night. I told him I had a headache. The thought of letting him touch me while Tommy is thousands of miles away made me feel sick.

Day 4: The First “Session”

This morning I woke up to a video from the girls.

They had Tommy in Sarah’s backyard. All four of them were taking turns riding him while he held his phone and filmed for me. At the end of the video, Tommy looked into the camera, red-faced and breathing hard, and said softly:

“I miss you, Elena. Come home soon.”

I almost cried.

I went to the bathroom, put in my plug (the thick one Tommy likes), and edged again while watching the video on repeat. I still didn’t cum. I’m saving it for when I get home.

Day 6: Desperation

I’ve started doing risky things here.

Yesterday I went down to the hotel beach alone wearing a tiny bikini with my plug in. I sat on a lounge chair and secretly edged under my towel while watching families play in the water. I kept thinking about how Tommy would fuck me right there in front of everyone if he were here.

Last night at dinner, I went to the bathroom and sent Tommy a photo of my plugged, stretched hole with the caption:

“This belongs to you. Even here.”

He replied with a voice note of him cumming while the other girls encouraged him. I had to bite my hand to stay quiet.

Day 8: Breaking Point

This morning I did something I’ve never done before.

I told Mark and Jake I was going for a walk. Instead, I found a quiet spot behind some rocks near the beach, pulled my plug out, and FaceTimed Tommy.

He answered immediately. The girls were with him.

I didn’t even say hello. I just showed him my gaping hole and whispered:

“Please. I need you.”

He understood immediately. While the other girls watched and touched him, Tommy talked me through it — gentle, filthy, and loving at the same time.

“Touch yourself for me, Elena. That’s my hole. Show me how much you miss me.”

I came harder than I have in months, biting my lip so hard it bled, trying not to moan too loud while strangers walked past just twenty feet away.

When I was done, I started crying. I told him I hated being away from him. That I felt like I was going crazy. That I needed him.

He looked at the camera with the softest expression and said:

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Just come home soon, okay?”

Day 10: The Countdown

We fly home in four days.

I’ve already told the girls to clear Tommy’s schedule for when I get back. I don’t care how tired he is or how many times he’s already cum that day. I need him. All of him. For hours.

I’ve been wearing my biggest plug nonstop since the FaceTime session. I want to be as stretched and ready for him as possible the second I land.

Mark has noticed I’ve been distant. He keeps asking if I’m okay. I keep telling him I’m just tired from the sun.

The truth is I can’t stop thinking about getting home and sinking down onto Tommy’s cock in the middle of some public place while everyone watches and I tell them the truth:

That I’m a married mother who flew across the world and couldn’t stop thinking about letting a short, fat, ugly boy use my holes.

I need to go home.

Diary Entry - Day 596 (The Airport Reunion)

Dear Diary,

I landed two hours ago.

I didn’t even go through baggage claim properly. I grabbed my suitcase and walked straight through customs like I was in a trance. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

I had told the girls exactly what I wanted:

“Don’t pick me up outside. Meet me at arrivals. All of you. And don’t hold back.”

They understood.

The Moment I Saw Him

I walked out of the sliding doors into the arrivals hall and there they were.

All five of them — Sarah, Mia, Lauren, Vanessa… and Tommy.

He was standing in the front, wearing the hoodie I bought him. When he saw me, his whole face lit up. That same shy, happy, slightly overwhelmed smile he always gives me.

I didn’t run. I walked straight to him, dropped my suitcase, grabbed his face with both hands, and kissed him right there in the middle of the airport.

Then I turned around, lifted the back of my sundress (I wasn’t wearing anything underneath), and showed him my plug.

“I kept it in the entire flight,” I whispered. “I’m so stretched for you, baby.”

Tommy’s eyes went wide. The girls immediately surrounded us, forming a loose circle so we had a tiny bit of privacy — but not much. We were still very much in public.

I bent over right there, hands on my knees, and looked back at him.

“Please. Right now. I can’t wait anymore.”

The Airport Fuck

Tommy didn’t hesitate.

He pulled his cock out (he was already hard), moved my plug to the side, and pushed into my ass in one smooth thrust. I was so wet and stretched from two weeks of edging and the long flight that he slid in easily.

The sound was obscene.

Right there in the arrivals hall, with people walking past us on both sides, Tommy started fucking my ass. Not slow. Not gentle. Hard, deep, and loud. The wet squelching sounds echoed off the walls.

I didn’t stay quiet.

I moaned. I gasped. I told him how much I missed him. How empty I felt without him. How I edged every single day thinking about his cock.

Sarah stood in front of me, gently stroking my hair and whispering, “That’s it, Elena. Let him have you. You’re home now.”

A few people stopped and stared. One older man looked completely shocked. When he opened his mouth to say something, Mia turned to him with a sweet smile and said clearly:

“She’s been away for two weeks. She missed her boyfriend. He’s short, fat, and honestly kind of ugly… and she still couldn’t wait to let him fuck her ass the second she saw him. Would you like to watch?”

The man walked away quickly.

I came twice before Tommy did. Loud, shaking, leg-trembling orgasms that made my knees buckle. Tommy held my hips and kept going until he flooded my ass.

When he pulled out, Lauren immediately dropped to her knees, pulled my plug back into place to keep his cum inside me, and started licking me clean in the middle of the airport.

After

We didn’t even pretend to be normal after that.

We walked out of the airport together — me leaking, plug still in, dress slightly wrinkled, and all of us smiling like nothing had happened.

A woman near the exit stared at us. Vanessa caught her eye and said cheerfully:

“We’re going home to let him use us some more. He’s very demanding. We love it.”

The woman just blinked and walked faster.

Now

We’re back at Tommy’s house. I haven’t even unpacked. I’m currently on all fours on his living room floor while he fucks my ass again and the girls take turns sitting on my face or kissing me.

I’ve already cum four times since we got home.

I’m never leaving him again.

Two weeks without him was too much. I don’t care what it takes — I’m not going on another vacation without him. I’d rather stay home and get fucked in public every single day than be away from him for even a week.

He owns me completely.

And I’m so fucking happy about it.

Diary Entry - Day 598

Dear Diary,

Tommy had another talk with us last night.

He was lying on the couch while I slowly rode him (I’ve been doing all the work since we realized thrusting is difficult for him). The other girls were scattered around the living room, some touching themselves, some just watching. He looked up at me with that soft, serious expression and said:

“I don’t like when you call me your boyfriend. It feels like lying. I want you to be honest about what this actually is. About what I actually am to you.”

We all went quiet and listened.

He continued, voice quiet but clear:

“I’m short. I’m fat. I’m ugly. I’m awkward. And you’re all… really beautiful. Married. Older. You have husbands and kids and nice lives. And you still let me use your bodies however I want. I want you to say that. I want you to be honest about it.”

We understood immediately.

The New Honesty Rule

From now on, we no longer soften the truth.

When we talk about Tommy — to each other, to strangers, or even in our own heads — we say it plainly:

He is a short, fat, ugly, awkward 19-year-old boy.

We are five attractive, married women in our 40s.

We let him use our mouths, pussies, and asses however and whenever he wants.

We do all the work.

We take care of him completely.

And we’re addicted to it.

We’ve already started practicing this new honesty in public.

Yesterday at a café, while I was riding Tommy in the corner booth (doing all the work, bouncing and grinding while he just sat there and enjoyed it), a woman at the next table kept staring. When she finally asked what was happening, Sarah looked at her and said calmly:

“This is Tommy. He’s short, fat, and not conventionally attractive. And all five of us let him fuck us in public every day because we’re completely obsessed with letting an ugly boy use our married holes. Would you like to watch him cum inside her?”

The woman stayed and watched the entire time.

We Do All The Work Now

We’ve fully accepted that thrusting is difficult for Tommy because of his size and stamina. So we’ve made a permanent change:

Tommy no longer has to move.

We do everything.

We ride him in every position.

We bounce, grind, and slam ourselves down on him.

We suck him, we fuck ourselves on him, we milk him.

He just lies back, sits, or stands there while we use our bodies to pleasure him.

It’s actually made the sex even better. He lasts longer. He cums harder. And we get to show him how much we want him by doing all the work ourselves.

We’ve become very good at it. We can ride him for 30–40 minutes straight without stopping now.

Multitasking While Getting Fucked

We’ve also gotten extremely good at being productive while Tommy is using us.

Examples from this week:

I answered work emails on my laptop while riding him in his living room.

Sarah cooked dinner while bouncing on him in the kitchen (he sat on a chair, she did all the movement).

Lauren helped her son with homework over the phone while Tommy was buried in her ass (she was doing all the riding).

Mia and Vanessa took turns riding him while they planned our next group outing on speakerphone.

We’ve learned to keep our voices steady, our expressions pleasant, and our minds focused even while we’re slamming our asses down on his cock or gagging on him.

It’s become second nature.

How We Feel

We’re deeper than ever.

We no longer pretend this is anything other than what it is:

Five married, beautiful, successful women who have completely surrendered to a short, fat, ugly boy. We do all the work. We brag about the truth. We stay stretched and ready for him at all times. And we’ve never been happier.

Tommy finally seems completely at peace with what we are to him.

Last night, while I was riding him slowly and the girls were gently touching him and kissing his chest, he looked up at me and said:

“Thank you for being honest about me. I like it better this way.”

We all smiled and kept going.

This is who we are now.

And we’re never changing it.

Diary Entry - Day 602

Dear Diary,

We made another big decision last night.

After Tommy went to sleep, the five of us stayed up talking. We realized we were still holding back in small ways — choosing slightly quieter corners, sometimes waiting for people to walk past before starting, still feeling that little flicker of shame when strangers stared too long.

We decided we’re done with all of it.

New permanent rules:

No more hiding from strangers.

If people are around, we fuck anyway. We don’t move. We don’t wait. We don’t lower our voices.

No more fucking away from other people.

We only have sex in places where other people can see and hear us. If a place is empty, we don’t use it. We wait until there are people around.

We’re no longer trying to be discreet. We’re no longer making excuses. We’re no longer moving to “better” spots.

From now on, when Tommy wants us, we give ourselves to him right where we are — in full view of whoever happens to be there.

First Day Under the New Rules

We tested it immediately.

Coffee Shop (Morning)

We went to our usual café. It was busy — morning rush, lots of people working on laptops, couples having breakfast. We sat Tommy down at a table near the window and took turns riding him in the middle of the café.

I went first. I sat on his lap, pulled my dress up slightly, and started bouncing. The wet sounds were loud. People started noticing within seconds.

When a woman at the next table stared, Sarah looked at her and said clearly, without stopping:

“This is Tommy. He’s short, fat, and ugly. And we’re five married women who let him fuck us in public every day because we’re addicted to it. You can watch if you want.”

The woman stayed and watched the entire time I rode him. I came loudly. Then Lauren took over.

We didn’t move to the bathroom. We didn’t wait for the crowd to thin. We just kept going, one after another, in full view of the entire café.

Supermarket (Afternoon)

We went grocery shopping. While we were in the produce section, Tommy got hard. We didn’t go to the car or the bathroom.

Mia simply bent over the apple display, pulled her plug out, and started riding him right there between the fruit stands. The wet, loud sounds mixed with the normal supermarket noise. People walked past pushing carts. Some stared. Some took photos.

When an older man looked shocked, Vanessa smiled at him and said:

“We don’t hide anymore. He wants us, we give it to him. Even here. Even with people watching. That’s just how it is now.”

Park Bench (Evening)

We sat on a busy park bench during the evening rush of people walking their dogs and jogging. We took turns riding Tommy while families walked past less than ten feet away.

We didn’t lower our voices. We didn’t stop when people stared. We just kept going — loud, wet, and completely shameless.

At one point a group of teenage boys walked past and stopped to watch. Lauren was riding Tommy at the time. She looked at them, still bouncing, and said:

“Yes, we’re really doing this. He’s ugly, fat, and short. And we still can’t stop letting him use us. You can watch if you want.”

They stayed and watched until Tommy came inside her.

How We Feel

Something has shifted permanently.

We’re no longer performing for Tommy in public.

We’re simply existing as his — openly, loudly, and without shame or hiding.

When people stare, we don’t feel embarrassed anymore. We feel proud. We tell them the truth. We let them watch. We continue.

Tommy seems happier than ever. He doesn’t have to ask us to move somewhere private. He doesn’t have to wait. He just touches one of us, and we immediately give ourselves to him — right there, in front of whoever is around.

We’ve stopped being women who sometimes have public sex.

We’ve become women who only have sex in public, openly, and without apology.

And we’re never going back.

Diary Entry - Day 610

Dear Diary,

Tommy’s been getting bored.

We can all feel it. Even though he still cums hard every time, the spark in his eyes has dimmed a little. He’s been quieter during sessions. Less eager to start. We’ve been giving him everything we can — loud public sex, truthful bragging, doing all the work, keeping ourselves stretched — but it’s not enough anymore.

Last night, after he fell asleep, the five of us stayed up and had a serious talk.

We all agreed: we need to spice things up for him. But we also know he only truly enjoys two things:

Painal (rough, painful anal)

Throatfucking (aggressive, gagging, messy deepthroat)

So we came up with new ideas that stay strictly within those two things, but make them more intense, more challenging, and more entertaining for him.

New Ideas We’re Implementing

1. Painal Endurance Challenges

We’re going to start doing “endurance rides.” One of us will ride him with a much thicker toy already inside (or a second cock sleeve) so it’s extremely painful and tight. The goal is to see how long we can keep bouncing without stopping or tapping out.

Tommy gets to watch us struggle and cry while still forcing ourselves to keep riding him. The first one to stop or safeword loses — and has to do something extra degrading as punishment (like drinking everyone’s spit or licking the floor clean after).

2. Throatfucking Tournaments

We’re going to have competitions where we take turns deepthroating him as hard and fast as possible. Points for:

How deep we go

How long we can hold it

How loud and messy we gag

How many times we make ourselves throw up

Tommy gets to sit back and enjoy while we compete to be the best at destroying our own throats for him.

3. Painal + Throatfucking Combinations

We’re going to start combining both at the same time more often:

One girl getting brutally ass-fucked while another is getting her throat destroyed at the same time

One girl riding painfully while another is face-fucking herself on him

Chaining them — finishing in one girl’s ass, immediately pulling out and ramming into another girl’s throat

4. “No Mercy” Rounds

We’re introducing “No Mercy” sessions where once we start, we don’t stop for anything except a safeword. No slowing down. No breaks. No matter how much it hurts or how much we gag. Tommy gets to watch us push ourselves past our limits for him.

5. Public Suffering

Since we’re no longer hiding anything, we’re going to start doing these **** sessions in even busier, more exposed places. The idea is that Tommy gets to enjoy watching us struggle and suffer publicly while strangers watch us break ourselves for him.

6. Daily “Sacrifice” Rotation

We’re going to start rotating who gets the roughest treatment each day. One girl will be designated as “Today’s Sacrifice” — meaning she gets the most brutal painal and throatfucking that day while the others encourage her and hold her down if needed.

How Tommy Reacted

We told him about these ideas this morning while we were all gently touching and kissing him.

His eyes lit up in a way we haven’t seen in weeks.

He especially liked the idea of watching us compete and suffer for him. He said he likes seeing us push ourselves because it makes him feel like we really want to please him.

We promised him we would start today.

New Rule

From now on, every session has to have at least one element of challenge or suffering. No more “easy” or “gentle” rides unless Tommy specifically asks for them. We want him entertained. We want him excited. We want him to feel like he’s worth us destroying ourselves for.

We’re going to start keeping a “Sacrifice Board” on the wall in his house so everyone knows who’s getting it the roughest that day.

Tommy is smiling more already.

We’ll do whatever it takes to keep him happy.

Even if it means crying, gagging, and breaking ourselves every single day.