1. Dirty Little Secrets 4: First Time


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    It’s Monday and I’m just packing up to leave work when my mobile goes off. When I see it’s Catherine, I’m caught between elation and apprehension. The latter because she’s never phoned late afternoon like this, and I’m hoping nothing bad’s happened. “Mark,” I say, not wanting any of my colleagues to hear me say her name. “Hello, Mark,” she says, putting me instantly at ease. Her voice is soft and seductive, and that indicates that all is well. “Do you have plans for this evening?” “Not until nine,” I say, in reference to the hour I’m expected at her place, to watch her perform. “Good,” she says. “Then perhaps you’d like to go for a drive.” “What, now?” “Yes.” She sounds amused. “If you don’t have anything better to do.” “No, no. It’s just… A bit unexpected, that’s all.” “Where can I pick you up?” “I work on Market Square.” There’s silence. “No,” Catherine says, sounding trepidatious. “That won’t do. Can you walk to Quayside? The station.” “Of course, it’s only a ten minute walk.” “It’ll be more than worth your while,” Catherine says. “I’ll be at the far end of the car park, in a blue Renault.” “I can’t wait,” I say. “Neither can I,” Catherine replies. I stuff everything into my bag willy-nilly and head out of the office. I have a phone call to make on the way. I lied, you see. I had made plans. I’m supposed to be meeting Trish for a drink, but if Catherine wants to meet, there’s no competition. Trish is a good friend. The thing is, I fancy her like mad, but I’m not her ...
    type. I don’t really want to get into it too much. Let’s just say it’s complicated. “Something came up,” I tell her. I’m not lying. The moment I heard Catherine’s voice make that veiled promise, I grew hard. “Oh yeah, like what?” Trish asks. I prevaricate. I know she’s disappointed with me, but I can’t help that. We’re good friends, but right now my whole existence seems to centre round Catherine. Being friends with someone you fancy like mad, who doesn’t fancy you back, is enough to drive any man crazy. I’m not going to waste time on Trish when I can see Catherine. “You know, Mark,” Trish says. “You’re behaving awfully secretive of late.” I know I am, but what am I supposed to say? I can’t tell her the truth, that I know this woman, and every other week when her husband’s away, I go over to her house and wank off while she videos herself. Well, I could say that, I suppose, but I don’t want to risk anything. I’m sure the whole story would amuse Trish, but I don’t want to put Catherine at risk of exposure. (OK, I did hear myself there.) Any indiscretion on my part would run the risk of the whole arrangement being kyboshed, and why would I want to run that risk? As soon as the call’s over, I banish Trish to the back of my mind. I know this thing with Catherine can’t last, but right now it’s what I’ve got. I reckon she’s only about ten years older than me, so there’s plenty of time for her and her husband to have kids. One day it will happen, and she’ll have no further need of me – ...
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