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


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

    lips on my breasts. They’re very sensitive.” It sounds as if he’s got something stuck in his throat. “I’d love to kiss your breasts,” he says. My nipples strain. My body’s all awash with illicit desire, with feelings for my nameless admirer that I know I shouldn’t have. But I still can’t stop myself. “Tell me,” I urge him. “Tell me how you want to kiss my breasts and slide your tongue across my hard nipples.” “I want to so much,” he breathes. “What is it you want?” I ask. “Do you want to suck on my nipples and maybe slide your hand a little further up my thigh?” It sounds as if he’s crying, as if my secret admirer is sobbing into the phone. It takes me a moment to realise what’s happening, and when I do I give him a little while before I giggle, “Did you just cum for me?” He sounds unhappy when he replies, “I’m sorry. I just…” “It’s alright,” I soothe. “I’m flattered that just the thought of kissing my breasts turns you on so.” “I’m sorry,” he says again. I can’t have him keep apologising like this. “Do you do that often? Cum when you think of me?” There’s a long pause. “Yes,” he says finally. He sounds embarrassed. “I like that,” I reassure him. “I like it that you think of me like that.” “You’re amazing,” he says. “Thank you. Now, can I expect you tomorrow evening?” “Yes,” he says. “I’ll come tomorrow evening.” I don’t know if he realises the connotation of what he’s just said, but I giggle and say, “Yes, you will cum tomorrow. I’ll make sure of that.” “You’re amazing,” ...
    he says again. “Enough of that,” I say. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight,” he says. I sense something more coming. “And thank you.” “The pleasure was all mine.” I switch the phone off and the light out, but have trouble getting to sleep. I could work myself to a new climax, but I’m afraid of what I’ll fantasize about, since I know it won’t be John. What have I done? What have I said? What did I mean by it? What have I lead my secret admirer to believe, to expect? I dread to think, but I can’t stop the excitement from scuttling up and down my body. Obviously I enjoy a bit of innuendo-laden flirting with John, but it took until a good few months into our relationship to get there. Now, here I am, a married woman, saying naughty things to a young man I know nothing about. Though I don’t get much sleep, I’m wide awake the next day. I’m running on pure adrenalin, and I know it. You know that old joke about men, that I too have been known to share with friends; that they think with that thing between their legs? Well be careful what you joke about, I can now say in all seriousness. My head keeps telling me that this is wrong and dangerous. I’m a married woman, and I’m getting in deep with someone I don’t even know if I can trust. But my head is being overruled by the sensation between my thighs. Work is hell as all I want to think about is how I intend to perform this evening. Whenever I get up from a chair I’m afraid that I’m leaving behind a highly visible damp splodge. After work I go ...
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