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Dirty Little Secrets 5: Evaporating Inhibitions

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

and perhaps one or two others. Anonymous men. I see them before my eyes. Well, not them, just their hands working their cocks. I gasp and moan, biting my lip and hardly able to control my body. The rotations drive me onwards, the vibrations drive me upwards. The cocks and hands before my eyes multiply, becoming the crowd that might be watching at any given moment were John to upload this video to the internet. “Aaaaaaaaaaah!” I’m crying out. “Aaaaaaaaaaah!” I’d thought to remain silent, but I can’t. The climax is impending, is right on top of me when I realise that there is a car somewhere behind me, the rumble of the engine extinguished as I give a strangled cry, trying to stifle my cries, but unable to. My body shakes and shakes. What if I’m seen? What if I’m seen? But the more I think this, the more my orgasm rumbles on, until I finally find the wherewithal to switch the rabbit off. I allow myself a glance at Mark, knowing that though the camera will catch me looking to one side, it could be construed as vigilance. He’s making an urgent gesture which I interpret as meaning I need to move quickly. I pull the dildo out by the chord, finding strength enough to stuff it in my bag quickly and move to the camera to turn it off. Mark is there in an instant, grabbing the tripod and camcorder as a car door slams behind me and I hear voices and laughter. “Can you drive?” I ask. “Sure,” Mark says. I slump in the passenger seat, finding the car keys in my bag and handing them to ... Mark the instant he’s in the driving seat. “Drive!” I tell him, winding my seat down. I don’t know if the new arrivals have witnessed anything, or if I’ve ever seen them before. I just know I mustn’t be seen. Nobody who saw and heard could fail to realise what was happening, could they? “I tried to warn you,” Mark says as we drive downhill from the look-out and my nerves start to recede slowly. “But you were completely lost.” I blush. I can’t believe I’ve just done what I’ve done, put myself at risk of exposure; risked exposing the connection between my young lover and myself; risked exposure as an unfaithful hussy. On the other hand, I think, calming down a little, the chances of whoever drove up there actually knowing me is miniscule. “Did you get a look at those people?” I ask. “Two men, two women, all young,” Mark says. “Nobody I know. Anyway, you were sheltered by the car.” Yes, I was, wasn’t I? I hope so. I hope this mad act of indiscretion was worth it. Calming down a little more, I ask, “How did I look?” “Sensational,” Mark says. There’s a pause, then, “Your husband will love it.” Guilt ripples through me. Yes, the video was for John, but here I am with my secret lover. Guilt mixes with the illicit thrill I always feel when I think of or am with Mark. It’s a combustive combination. The road down from the look-out passes through woodland. We turn a corner, and encounter a car parked up by the side of the road, forcing Mark to swerve round it. I can only see the roof from ...