1. Dirty Little Secrets 5: Evaporating Inhibitions


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Now that I am officially a scarlet woman, at least to myself, any inhibitions I have left are evaporating fast. All I need remember is the need for caution. My darling husband John must never know that there is anyone but him that drives me to new heights of sexual abandon, and nobody else must suspect. And yet, I have ideas; ideas that will lead into ever-riskier territory. At lunch I find a secluded spot where I can bring out my secret, pre-paid phone. There’s only one number in it and I dial. When Mark answers, just the sound of my lover uttering his own name sends waves of depraved lust through my body. Today I’m wearing black stockings and crotchless panties under my dress. I want to tell Mark, but I also want it to be a surprise. “Same time, same place as yesterday,” I say. “Can you come?” “I can always come for you,” my once secret admirer, now my lover, says. Just the thought that I have a lover makes me blush. The innuendo makes my thighs quiver. I take a deep breath. “Is there anything special you’d like me to do for you, Mark?” There’s a pause. I notice suddenly that there’s chatter in the background. “I can’t talk now,” he murmurs. “Never mind,” I say, though I do feel mildly disappointed. I should have known. I make my voice more seductive, whispering into the phone. “Anything you want, Mark. My body is at your disposal.” “I’ll bear that in mind,” he says. He sounds very businesslike. Once the call is over I just sit, weighing the phone in my hand. Should I or ...
    shouldn’t I? The idea is absurd, but I still call up the picture. It’s not long since I’ve taken it, in the ladies’ room at work. Even now, even now that I am officially a scarlet woman, I still blush a little at the sight. The crotchless panties, my fingers separating my labia to show off the entrance, the passage that is always so very wet these days. This is what’s become of me. I never thought I’d say this of myself, but I am perpetually in the mood; practically (and now I’m blushing) a nymphomaniac. Each day and every day, when my mind isn’t focusing on the things it must focus on, it wanders, to Mark, to my performances. The videos I make are for my husband, of course, but they’d be nowhere near as arousing if Mark wasn’t there to inspire me. Caught up in that spirit, I can’t help myself. I add two words. “Fill me!” Then I press send. I can’t believe I’ve done it. I’m like one of those teenagers you read about, who go around sexting without considering the consequences. I’m a grown woman of 30, and I’ve always considered myself very level-headed, yet here I am doing this ill-advised thing. The thrill is undeniable; the thrill of having sent a picture of my juicy cunt (I’ve never liked that word, but suddenly it’s the only one that sounds right) to my secret lover, and knowing that his thick cock will throb when he sees it, and that he will indeed ache to fill me right up. I don’t see the reply until after work, when I’m in the car. I have to keep my secret phone switched ...
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