1. Share on Cam


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: _brent_123, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    Heather already changed. She sat on the sofa with a smirk, wearing my old Nike shorts and a Budweiser t-shirt. My gorgeous fantasy Heather in my baggy clothes sitting in my hotel room was a very sexy sight, and she knew it. “I took the chance that you would be a minute or two.” she grinned, her eyes devilishly sparking over her glass. “I’ve got to learn how to change clothes faster,” I teased as I sat down. “Yep, you’re too slow,” she said then continued, “So, Brent...?" “Yes?” “Umm, I looked in the wrong drawer for the clothes. It seems that you have ‘other’ secrets you won’t be telling Terry about…” I immediately knew she had found my camera and lube that I had quickly stuffed in the drawer earlier. I was mortified and speechless. Heather just sat there looking at me with her little grin, I stewed in my embarrassment for a few seconds before she broke the silence. “I guess we both have been embarrassed tonight.” she giggled. “Me, quite publicly, you, in a more, ‘private’ way.” She was loving that I was totally embarrassed. “I understand the lubricant, but why the webcam?” she continued. “Umm. I uh...” How could I explain it delicately? This was way too embarrassing. I could not bring myself to simply say “So other people can watch me jerk off!” Heather was chuckling at my discomfort, “Ok, don’t tell me, I can probably figure it out,” she said with a coy grin. Our conversation was quickly moving from innocent flirting to outright sexual discussion, and Heather was ...
    initiating it. She was obviously comfortable discussing highly sexual private things with me. 'How far would she go with it?' I wondered as I again reflected on the eyeliner left in my bathroom. This led me to consider that Heather could have said nothing about what she saw in the drawer. Why did she bring it up? She obviously wanted to pursue sexual topics, I was happy to accommodate. “Does Terry know you have webcam?” she asked with raised eyebrows. “Um, no.” I murmured behind my glass. “Uh huh,” she continued, “and you don't tell her because she is too jealous?” “Yeah.” “Does she know you buy lubricant?” she was loving this, her eyes were dancing as she sipped her glass and watched me squirm at her inquisition. “I don’t imagine. I never told her.” “So I’m guessing you go online and look at pictures of women?” “Yeah.” ”Don’t be embarrassed Brent, I imagine all men do. I imagine most men also, um, do things that makes them like to use lubricant,” she said with a coy smile. “I would guess so, but I suspect they don’t often talk about it with their friends,” I said still somewhat embarrassed. She laughed, “I guess not, or spouses either it seems,” she added. “I know Grant never talks to me about it when he does, and since we’re being honest, I don’t tell him either.” Now THERE was a visual. I took her lead on the direction the conversation was going. “So, um, how often ‘don’t’ you tell him?” I asked with a grin. “Oh, that was subtle,” she chuckled. “I, um, don’t tell him, about twice a ...
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