1. Becoming The Slut


    Date: 1/3/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: Welshdreamer42, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Deep breath, this is it. Months of secret texts and salacious skyping have culminated in this, a sixty mile drive to meet my internet lover. Fantasy is about to become reality and I’m scared shitless! Glancing in my rearview mirror I see nothing but doubt staring back at me. My eyes are startled, glazed over like a rabbit caught in the headlights. In truth, that’s exactly how I feel. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not sure I’ve even got it in me. An inseparable blend of fear, guilt and excitement addle my brain marring concentration. That’s not a good when you’re driving. My car swerves on a misjudged a corner and the angry blast of a horn tells me I should take a break. Pulling into the next lay-by I park and crank down the windows to get some air. The car’s air-conditioning has kept me cool but my throat is parched and there’s an acrid taste on my tongue. I sip from my water bottle, close my eyes and compose myself. I need to calm down. I’ve still some distance to drive. The chosen rendezvous is a car park in a small market town. It’s geographically convenient and neither myself nor my lover have any connection to it. Being spotted there, together, shouldn’t incur consequences. My hands tremble. I’m dreadfully nervous. I don’t know what to expect from this meeting but I’ve dreamed nightly about the possibilities; kissing, touching, stripping off for a slow fuck in the back of my car. I know the latter is unlikely, but my inner slut craves it. The sun’s ...
    rays kiss my skin and a welcome breeze ruffles my hair. Inhaling deeply, I begin to relax. The fog in my brain lifts so I ready myself to carry on. I’m still lightheaded but time is precious, I need to get going. I start the car but can’t move - another attack of nerves kicks in. Goose-bumps prickle my skin in spite of the July heat. What am I doing? I’m a wife and mother yet I’m on my way meet a man I barely know and my endgame is sex; cock in cunt fucking. I’m meeting a man who knows me as the slut I become online, the scorching harlot whose lewd promises and wicked acts bring him to climax. She’s a part of me, of course she is, but she inhabits the realms of fantasy. Not today. Tiny shivers ripple up and down my spine and my pussy tingles. I’m smouldering. My arousal’s stirred by the mere thought of his fingers stroking me, his mouth sucking my nipples, his cock penetrating me. I want to become the sinful whore I am on Skype. I want to give myself to my lover and feel the heat of skin-on-skin contact… but can I? My heart pounds but the adrenaline surging through my veins is no longer fuelled by fear. Lust has taken over. Slowly exhaling, I will myself to expel all doubts and guilt. Once gone I’ll be free to relish the buzz of my naughty, secret liaison . Ahhh… Taking another look in the mirror I can see a change in the reflection. The woman looking back now is a confident, seductive vixen with carefully painted lips and the smokiest eyes that shine with excitement. She’s ...
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