1. Dirty Little Secrets 2: One Step Leads To Another


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    will be back at the hotel, eager to watch my performance while I’m at home sleeping. Tomorrow morning there’ll be an e-mail for me, where he tells me how turned on he was, and how he wanked his big hard cock as he imagined spilling his seed in my mouth. I love that, of course I do. I love it that my husband and I have hotter sex now than we did on our honeymoon. But the real thrill, and this is the really bad thing, the thing that John must never know, is that the biggest excitement is the illicit thrill of knowing that my secret admirer is out there watching. It’s a terrible thing, but that’s how it is, and I don’t know what to do about it. I am a slave to my desires. I perform for my husband, but what gets me really turned on is the thought of my secret admirer, outside, looking in through the window. “Cum for me,” I breathe, and afterwards I feel really embarrassed at the thought of both John and this young man fantasising about ejaculating in my mouth. Because I’m not that kind of woman. At least I thought I wasn’t. My secret admirer has cum for me. I know, because in the morning I find the customary condom outside, tied in a knot and containing his sperm. It’s disgusting, but he’s young enough to be immature, and in its way the gesture is kind of sweet. But as I dump the thing in the bin, it makes me think, as I have done of late, that there must be a better way of communicating. There is, of course, but my mind still isn’t made up. It feels too dangerous. It would be ...
    an escalation, with no guarantee that things wouldn’t get out of hand. I don’t want them to get out of hand, but the idea just won’t go away. At work I take a moment to take my old mobile phone out of my bag and look at it. It has a bit of age, but that hardly matters. I’ve had it there for a month now, thinking that I can take the plunge if I want to. Taking one small step doesn’t mean I have to take the next one. Except that I know that one small step inevitably leads to another. I have a new phone, so why do I cling to this old one? Why do I put myself in temptation’s way? I should just throw the thing out instead. After all, the battery’s practically run down. I think about this evening, that I could spend money on a new outfit instead, one that will really blow John’s mind. And my secret admirer’s, even though I don’t know what kind of thing he likes on a woman. After work I drive to a shopping centre, thinking that I really will throw my old phone out. I’ll buy a new outfit and perform for John. I will perform for my secret admirer for as long as it amuses him, and when it doesn’t, well so be it. He’s young, after all. He’ll find someone his own age. She’ll be everything to him, and I’ll be of no further interest. The hurt overwhelms me. I feel insanely jealous of some young girl who doesn’t even exist yet; who I will never know, but who will steal my secret admirer away from me, cause him to discard me. And why should I feel jealous when I’ll still have my wonderful, ...
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