1. Becoming The Slut


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

    no-longer the guilt-ridden housewife who parked in the layby: she’s my seductive alter ego and it’s time to set her free. Time is ticking. I can almost hear its steady beat. Knowing I must go I resolutely drive back onto the road. The day is getting steadily hotter and mirages dance over the tarmac ahead, an unusual sight in Britain. My air-conditioning’s deployed again as I don’t want to arrive with sweat patches on my clothing and make-up running down my face. My make-up and hair took ages to perfect - half an hour in front of a mirror at a service station with make-up and hair products filling the sink. I changed there too; a move which earned me some discerning looks. The dress I’ve chosen flatters my curves. Made of midnight-blue silk it hugs my hips whilst a plunging neckline shows off my ample cleavage. The button-down front will provide easy access to the naughty underwear beneath and the skirt is short enough to reveal the lacy tops of my flesh coloured stockings. My bra is ridiculously skimpy and made of my lover’s favourite semi-transparent white lace. Ordered on-line it’s fresh from the packaging with lace so stiff it tickles, stimulating nipples already hardened by the thought of being sucked. The matching panties barely cover my sex and the triangular crotch sticks to me as I drive, moistened by the juices I’m secreting. Shiny black stilettos will complete the look. They nestle on the passenger seat beside me while practical ballet pumps adorn my feet. I look ...
    good, I know I do, and he will be blown away! Life was unbearably dull before I “met” my lover. His interest in me breathed new life into a dowdy housewife, rekindling flames of passion long since extinguished. He made me feel desirable for the first time in years and saved me from the cold sterility of a failing marriage. Now my heart skips a beat as I read a signpost announcing my destination. Sweat breaks out on my brow - is it the heat or just me? I can’t tell. Suddenly suffocated, I open my window to let in the rushing air. The cold blast quickly revives me but my sleek hairstyle is destroyed. Auburn hair flies everywhere, the carefully tamed locks reverting back to wild curls. Ah well, never mind. The town centre is straight ahead and I can see the car park I’m looking for. It’s right there: no trawling around hopelessly lost, no apologetic phone call to say I can’t find it, no backing out. Is that fate? It feels like it…and he’s already there. I spot him immediately, pacing nervously at the entrance. I tap my horn as I approach and a warm smile greets me. I melt. He’s lovely . There’re no doubts now, I’m sure of what I want. I want him, I want sex, I want fulfilment. I’m forced to park in the farthest corner of the sizable lot as the car park is heaving with barely any spaces free. People are milling around everywhere and there’s constant movement of vehicles. The reality of our highly public meeting place is a shock to the system. We’ll get precious little privacy. ...
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