Secrets

I wrote a series called Hall Pass, and a reader passed a comment that I had covered pretty much every genre in the different chapters, apart from incest. They were right, and I started toying with the idea of another chapter but wasn’t sure it would work. Then I heard someone on TV use the line, “We all have secrets, some are just bigger than others.” So I put the two bits together and ‘Secrets’ was born.

 

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Everyone has secrets, and Nigel and Beverly were no exception. Theirs, however, weren’t like the minor guilty secrets of a sneaky bar of chocolate or the extra pint at the pub; theirs were much darker than that.

 

Nigel and Beverly had grown up together in Waddle-on-Sea, the same town where their parents were born and where both of their families lived. They had been childhood sweethearts, and everyone knew they would get married one day. They went to school together as they were only a few months apart in age, went to university together, and when they were 21, they got married.

 

They rented a small two-bedroom house on one of the new estates that had been built on the edge of town and always hoped one day to be able to afford to start a family. Even though they were now both 27, they weren’t worried about starting a family as there was “plenty of time yet”, as Nigel’s mother used to say.

 

Nigel was a keen rugby player, and whilst not as fast as the wingers or as large as the flankers, he was a decent centre and reasonably well built at 6’2”. He was blessed with broad shoulders that, when combined with his ruddy complexion and his tousled blonde hair, cut a fine figure and had more than one girl eyeing him up in the clubhouse after matches. Not that Nigel paid any attention, as he would never stray for fear of losing his darling wife.

 

Beverly was just under a foot shorter and one of those women that other women swing between hating and being jealous of, at the same time. Beverly could eat anything and never seem to put on an ounce, remaining a size 8 in UK sizes. She once ordered a dress from America only to find it swamped her when it arrived, as in the USA she was a size 4. Her hair was naturally straight and blonde, which she often wore piled up on top of her head in a loose and untidy top-knot. This slightly dishevelled look sometimes fooled people into thinking she was a ‘typical blonde’, though nothing could be further from the truth. Her first-class degree in bioengineering had landed her a well-paid job with one of the pharmaceutical research companies based at the local science park.

 

They seemed the perfect couple, which they were, apart from the little secrets they kept from each other.

 

Nigel’s secret had started a few years before when, after a session at the rugby club, rather than wait for a taxi, he decided he would walk home. As it was a nice summer’s evening, he walked across the fields and cut through the local woods and the edge of the visitors’ car park. He didn’t take any notice at first of the cars that were periodically flashing their headlights, but, curious, he decided to take a closer look.

 

As he got nearer to the cars, he could see there were men standing around peering in and to his shock, he could see that some were obviously playing with themselves. He was about to turn around and walk away, not wanting to be caught up in some flasher’s paradise, when he spotted the woman in the car. She was at least 10 years older than his wife and considerably heavier, but she didn’t seem to care what people thought; she was more interested in sucking cocks.

Fascinated, he stood and watched, feeling his own cock get hard in his jeans as some of the men pulled out of her mouth and splattered her face with their seed. Nigel found his cock in his hand almost without conscious thought and started to work his hand along the shaft. Another car flashed its lights, and the group of men shuffled like a shoal of fish to watch the woman inside perform. This time there was no sucking through the window, instead the woman masturbated her partner before swallowing his load.

 

Nigel was almost in sensory overload when a woman stepped out of a nearby car and draped herself over the bonnet with her dress around her waist. One of the watching men stepped forward and drove into her, fucking her at great speed until he grunted that he was cumming. Pulling out, he worked himself by hand to send jets of cum over the woman’s white ass cheeks. Almost before he had tucked himself away, another man stepped forward and plunged into the woman’s wetness, fucking her with great enthusiasm. The sights and smells of the wild sex were too much for Nigel, and with a muted yell, he sent strings of his cum into the grass.

 

As soon as he had orgasmed, reality set in, and Nigel quickly slunk away into the darkness, but he could hear the sounds of sex as he walked home. Beverly had gone to bed by the time he got in the house, so he undressed quietly and slipped under the covers next to her. He thought about the last couple of hours and examined how he felt about it. At first, he felt guilty, but then rationalised that all he actually did was have a wank in a field while watching live porn. It wasn’t like he took part or was unfaithful to his wife; it was just like what he would do on other nights when returning from the pub, just not in front of the computer. As he fell asleep, Nigel’s obsession with dogging was born.

 

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Beverly’s secret started almost by accident. Beverly had been a serial chatter for a long time. She chatted on quiz sites as well as game-playing sites and even strayed into the more sex orientated sites. She saw no harm in her habit as it was just flirting with no intention of ever meeting with any of the people she talked to. Then one day, there was a discussion about random cam chats, which allegedly got quite explicit.

 

Deciding she would check it out while Nigel was at his rugby match and drinking after, she started looking. She soon found sites that offered chat to random people across the world. Whilst on the one hand, she was shocked by what she saw and heard, she had to admit that deep down it was even more exciting than just chatting. The problem was that when it was just text chat, she was anonymous; now, if she put her cam on, people would see her face. The audio part was easy to avoid, simply by refusing to put her mic on. She experimented with trying to adjust the angle of the screen, but that then meant she couldn’t see what she was typing. The solution came from an advert on Facebook telling her phone can be used as a webcam.

 

Suddenly, things became so much better and a lot more pornographic. She still refused to speak, most of the time, especially if the fellow chatter was from the UK, for fear of being recognised. She would start with her cam blanked out until she found a suitable partner, then switch to her phone, which she would position under the desk.

 

When on silent running, she would type with one hand while using her fingers on her other hand. On the screen, her partner would work his cock as he watched her bring herself to a climax. When it was an overseas chatter, she would sometimes turn on the speakers so she could hear the man telling her to fuck herself harder. She still felt embarrassed speaking but relented on occasions, and the men seemed to love it when she orgasmed noisily.