Carly's Dirty Secret

Carly was a model working mom who married her loving husband, Bob, after they met in their senior year of college. She was a modest woman who enjoyed the freedom of being away from home at college while preparing for her career afterward. While she wasn't slutty, she had her fair share of fun. She enjoyed sex, and she and Bob had a very active, satisfying sex life.

She had a kinky side that she enjoyed with Bob, experimenting with having sex outdoors, light bondage, and toying with the idea of a threesome with another man or woman. There were a couple of times when they thought someone was watching them having sex while hiking, and that only drove the experiences to higher heights.

She was now in her early 30s with two children, and their sex life naturally slowed down. Carly was holding down a full-time job at a national bank, and her parental responsibilities drained her time and energy. She was constantly on the run, taking the kids to sports practices or school events during the week and games and birthday parties on the weekends. A lot of the responsibility of raising the children fell upon her because Bob's job as a lawyer took more of his time than even he wanted.

While they were used to having sex several times a week or even during a given day before they had kids, their time together dwindled to a couple of times per month and sometimes less. They were often too tired or too busy to find time for one another. Even when they did find time for each other, Bob spent less time satisfying Carly and would often fall asleep after his orgasm, leaving her wanting more.

She would often masturbate under the covers while her husband slept or when she would work from home once a week. It wasn't as satisfying as sex with her husband used to be, but a girl has got to do what a girl has to do.

Carly was feeling the loss of self-confidence, seeing that she was now a little older, her 38D breasts sagged a little, and her hips were a little wider after giving birth twice. Even though she didn't feel as attractive anymore, other men thought differently. She was still a naturally beautiful brunette, standing five feet five inches in height. Men loved checking out her ample breasts and pillowy ass. However, she didn't often show off her assets. Being a mother of two, she most often dressed in loose sweaters or tops that hid her breasts and knee-length or longer skirts and dresses while at work. At home, she would wear sweatpants and sweatshirts.

Even if she tried to dress in sexier outfits after the kids were in bed, Bob was too busy working late into the night or too tired for any extracurricular activities. They were in a marital rut, but they still loved one another. She even felt as though she was in a rut at work.

Carly was a loan processor at the bank, reviewing mortgages to ensure all of the proper documents were in place before closing on a property. Day in and day out, she reviewed files and contacted clients for more documentation. She had become bored with the routine at her job, but it helped pay the bills. She was passed up for a promotion a couple of times because she couldn't commit to the time demands of a higher position due to her responsibilities at home.

Carly's boss at work, Glen, was a good-looking man in his late 40s with salt and pepper hair who was divorced from his wife. He was in decent shape but was hiding a developing dad bod under his suit. He was always respectful of Carly because she was such a conscientious worker. He would always tell her what a great worker she was. His compliments rarely came with a raise in pay, but it was nice to be appreciated.

Glen never looked at Carly in a sexual manner until one casual dress Friday. Carly didn't think she dressed in a way that anyone would notice her, but her supple ass cheeks pushed against her tight denim jeans. Her white button-down sweater clung tightly to her chest in a way that accentuated her beautifully formed breasts. She had a few buttons undone to reveal a hint of her cleavage, and her nipples just barely poked out through her bra and top, but it was enough to attract Glen's attention.

It had been almost a year since Glen had sex. His divorce left him reluctant to date other women, so he was left to masturbate to his fantasies. He called Carly into his office to go over one of her files and discreetly checked out her chest while they were talking. One of the buttons between her breasts had come undone, and he snuck peeks at her bra and a hint of her left breast. When she walked out of the office, his eyes were drawn directly to her fine ass and the way her cheeks twitched. He almost lost control when she dropped a pen and bent over at the waist to pick it up.

Carly thought she felt Glen's eyes burning into her ass, but wrote it off as an improbability. After all, no man could find her attractive. It still made her pussy damp at the remote possibility that another man found her attractive. The memories of seeing Carly at work found their way into Glen's masturbatory fantasy later that night when he was relaxing with a drink alone at home. He wondered what Carly's breasts looked and felt like. He also wanted to sink his fingers into her bare ass. He came thinking of fucking Carly while bent over his desk as he fondled her tits and ass.

As usual, Bob was too tired from work to even consider having sex with his wife, even though she was feeling frisky herself. Once again, she ended up masturbating under the covers while he slept.

Carly was working at home on Monday and made time to sneak up to the bedroom and pull out her trusty vibrator. She liked Jilling off on Mondays when she had the house to herself and didn't have to keep her moans under control out of fear of waking Bob. She was lying in her bed naked, running her hands over her nude body before she used her vibrator to finish the job.

Was it possible that another man found her attractive? Naw, probably not, she thought, but it was nice to think about the possibility. It has been a while since she felt sexually desirable. She didn't even think it was possible, seeing that her husband wasn't even turned on by her anymore. It was still a turn on to consider that another man might have wanted to fuck her. Carly reached for the vibrator and went to turn it on; however, it gave a weak buzz and quit working. Carly put new batteries in, but it still didn't work.

She snickered and thought, "Shit, I can't even turn on a vibrator."

She gave up trying to fix it, but still inserted it into her pussy while rubbing her love button to get herself off.

Carly needed an orgasm, but couldn't help thinking, "Damn, I need a cock so bad," but realized she'd have to wait for Bob to be in the mood.

She needed to replace her vibrator, but didn't want to order one online. She didn't want to explain her package when it arrived. There was an adult novelty store a few blocks from work. She drove by it on her daily commute. She didn't know if she dared to go inside to buy a sex toy.

The next couple of days, Carly considered going into the store on the way home from work, but there were too many cars parked outside. She'd be too embarrassed if she ran into someone from work. However, she was outside the office at a meeting when she saw only a couple of cars in the lot as she passed by. She desperately needed to replace her trusty vibrator and decided to go into the store, buy her toy, and get out as quickly as possible. Her heart was beating double time as she parked her car. She took several deep breaths to gather the courage to go inside.

Carly told herself, "Well, it's now or never," before she got out of the car and went inside.

She was expecting some seedy store, but was pleasantly surprised once she got inside. It was clean and well-lit. The female clerk welcomed her with a smile that put her at ease. She saw a couple of middle-aged gentlemen browsing through the large assortment of videos. She noticed a lingerie collection along with a couple of racks of bondage toys, stockings, and costumes. A wall full of sex toys caught her eye, and she made a beeline for it. There were so many choices, Carly found it a bit overwhelming. She was fascinated by her options.

As she walked through the store, she felt the eyes of the two other customers following her. She was wearing a modest knee-length dress, nothing sexy at all, but women were infrequent customers, so the men were naturally curious. Carly felt uneasy at first, but after a couple of minutes, she felt excited to have other men checking her out.

After Carly made her choice of a vibrator, she casually walked around the store while enjoying the male attention she was receiving. On her tour of the store, Carly checked out the vast collection of videos covering every fetish imaginable.

When she went to pay for her new toy, Carly asked the clerk, "What is a video arcade?"

"Oh, it has private booths where you drop in tokens to watch movies. There are different channels, so you can watch one that you like. Would you like to check it out?"

"Aw, no, I don't think so."

The clerk must have seen the curiosity on Carly's face, and she told her, "Here, take some tokens for free and check it out if you want."

Carly was frozen as she was fighting the temptation to see what the arcade was like.

"Go on, give it a try," the clerk encouraged.

Carly sheepishly reached for the tokens and went towards the arcade. She turned around before she walked through the curtain separating it from the rest of the store. The two men were looking her way as she disappeared behind the curtain. She nervously walked down a dimly lit hallway with several doors leading to small rooms with a video screen in them. She picked one and quickly closed and bolted the door behind her.

Feeling secure now, Carly sat down, dropped the tokens into the machine, and a porn video began to play. It was a gay male video, so she kept changing the channel until she came upon a woman getting gang banged. She was already feeling frisky from being in an adult video store, and hiked up her skirt and began to gently rub her pussy through her panties. As the movie continued to play, the more turned on Carly got, so she pushed her panties aside and started to finger herself and rub her clit.

Little did Carly know, but she had an audience. One of the men followed her into the arcade and was watching her through a hole in the wall. Carly brought herself to orgasm and was sitting there catching her breath, and got startled when she saw a hard cock poke through a hole in the wall.

She thought, "What the fuck is happening?" but couldn't help but stare at the cock.

Carly was fighting the instinct to reach out and touch it. It had been more than ten years since she had seen another man's cock other than Bob's, and it had been a while since she had even seen her husband's erection.

She stared at the cock for several moments before giving in to her urges. She reached for it, almost afraid to touch it. She heard a soft moan through the wall as she wrapped her soft fingers around the male flesh. The anonymity of the situation gave her the courage to begin stroking the hidden stranger.

His hard meat felt so good in her hand as she watched the pre-cum form at the tip. She was tempted to lick it off, but resisted her instincts. The stranger was moaning as Carly slowly jerked him off.

Her denial of her sexual urges were further tested when she heard the anonymous man say, "Go ahead, suck it."

Carly's heart was racing as she considered sucking the cock in front of her. It was of average size and width, nothing she couldn't handle. She desperately wanted to feel the hard meat of a man between her lips, but still fought her desires. She was a married woman with two children on her way back to the office. However, the opportunity for some sexual fun was literally staring her in the face.

The stranger further encouraged her by saying, "Come on, honey. Put it in your mouth."

She couldn't fight it any longer and got down on her knees, opened her mouth, and leaned forward. Carly stuck out her tongue and let the man's cock slide along it into her warm, wet mouth. Her soft lips closed around the shaft as her head began to bob.

His moans were drowned out by her own sounds of pleasure. It felt wonderful to have a hard cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head and shaft as she gave the stranger a blow job in a back booth of an adult video store. She felt so dirty and slutty, but that's what made it so exciting. She was having a sexual adventure that shattered the dull, boring routine life she was living.

When the man on the other side of the wall said, "Oh fuck, honey, you're good. I'm gonna fucking cum any moment," Carly had a quick decision to make.

"Should I swallow it or jerk him off?" she thought.

Before she could make a decision, she heard the man groan loudly and felt the first wad of cum shoot into her mouth. Carly considered pulling her head away, but before she could decide, another wad of cum shot into her mouth, followed by another. He was cumming so much that she had a difficult time keeping up with his enormous load and pulled away to catch her breath. Some of his cum splashed onto her dress, so she quickly covered the spurting cock with her mouth to avoid staining her dress further.

By the time he was done cumming, Carly had his cum on her dress and on her lips. When he was done, he withdrew from her mouth, his flaccid cock disappearing behind the wall. Carly got some wet wipes out of her purse to clean off her dress and wipe her face. She then quickly left the booth, embarrassed by what she had done. There were a couple of men waiting outside the booth, apparently waiting for their turn, but she rushed past them. She couldn't look at the clerk or anyone else in the store. She kept her head down as she left the store.

Once in the safety of her car, Carly checked herself in the mirror to make sure she wiped away any remnants of cum from her face and cleaned her dress again. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Part of her was filled with guilt for sucking a stranger's cock and swallowing his cum, but the other part of her was excited by the fact that she had done something so out of the ordinary for her.

When Carly got back to the office, Glen noticed she looked a little disheveled, was acting a little funny, so he inquired, "Is everything okay?"

She blushed and replied, "Oh, yes, everything is fine."

He looked at her funny but didn't pursue questioning her demeanor. However, he did notice the wet mark on her dress, but it never occurred to him that it could be a washed-out cum stain. Carly saw him look at the wet spot on her dress, blushed a little, and returned to her cubicle.

Carly had difficulty concentrating on her work and went to the restroom to have a moment to herself. As she sat in the stall, she relived what she had just done, recalling the thrill of having an erect cock in her hands and mouth again. Her panties were damp from the thrill of stepping outside of her comfort zone. For once, she did something for her own pleasure rather than that of her husband and children. While she found sucking a stranger's dick to be exciting, she promised herself she'd never do it again. That self-promise helped to relieve the guilt she was feeling from her unmotherly-like actions.

Later that night, Carly was determined to fuck her husband no matter how tired he might be. After the kids were in bed, she put on one of Glen's favorite chemises, you know, the one piece of lingerie that announces a husband is going to get lucky.

However, once they got into the bedroom, one of the children began to act up. Carly went to settle him down, and by the time she got back, Glen was sound asleep, snoring as usual. Carly pulled out her new vibrator and went downstairs to the guest bedroom to Jill off by herself.

During the next month, Carly and Bob had sex one time, but she craved more attention. Each day, she passed the adult video store on her way to work and on her commute home. The memories of sucking a stranger's dick crept into her mind each time she passed by. She fought the temptation to stop in there again, just to see, touch, and suck a man's dick rather than settling for a plastic sex toy.

Meanwhile, Glen continued to appreciate Carly's sexy body, especially during those casual dress Fridays. He loved the way her ass filled out her denim jeans, and he found it almost impossible not to stare when she wore black leggings that hugged her ass so beautifully. He never passed up the opportunity to check out her cleavage or the fullness of her breasts. He secretly wished every day were a casual dress day, just so she could see what Carly would be wearing.

Each Friday, he made sure to meet with each of his staff, but used it as an excuse to check out Carly more closely. He loved how her hair framed her face and the smell of her perfume. He had developed a crush on his staff member, but he always kept their relationship professional.

Carly suspected that Glen might be admiring her body, which she kind of hoped was true. At least someone thought she was sexy; however, she wrote it off as wishful thinking. She began to test his reaction by leaning over in front of him while showing him a report and following his eyes. She knew her breasts were her greatest asset and knew how to use them. She always seemed to drop something when he was around and would look over her shoulder to see if he was looking. It became a harmless, unspoken cat-and-mouse game between them. It only added to each other's sexual frustrations, though.

After several more weeks of a sexless marriage, and almost constant horniness which was only enhanced by her subtle flirtations with Glen, Carly thought to herself, "Go ahead, go on into the video store. Just one more time and then no more."

She was sure she could control herself if she only did it one more time. She thought about going in again each time she passed by, and her self-control was weakening by the day with her increased horniness. Finally, Carly's sexual frustrations had built to the point where she had to do something, and she convinced herself to go in again.

One day, she went in at lunchtime. She was wearing a loose sweater and a skirt that went past her knees. She gathered up her courage in the parking lot and hurried toward the door so no one would see her go in. Once inside, she noticed more men were lurking around. Thankfully, there was no one she knew. She almost chickened out when she saw all of them, though, but she figured she had made it this far and knew she would regret it if she didn't follow through on her plans.

It seemed like all of the customers' eyes followed her around the store, especially when she went to the counter to get a handful of tokens. She quickly walked into the arcade and found a booth and a movie to watch. Carly sat down and removed her blouse. She wasn't going to risk getting cum stains on her again and was also determined to swallow all of the load she was anticipating.

The hole in this wall was a little bigger, and she would soon find out why. She tried to relax and watch the movie while she lifted her skirt and started playing with her pussy through her panties. Carly heard rustling outside in the hallway and the squeak of the door to the adjoining booth open and close. She then saw an eyeball looking at her through the hole.

Emboldened by the security of being separated by a wall, Carly pulled her panties to the side to expose her bare pussy, so her voyeur could see her inserting her fingers into herself. She felt a rush of adrenaline flow through her body as her audience of one stared at her half-naked body as she masturbated for him.

A voice from the other booth said to her, "Take off your bra, let me see your tits."