There he sat, late at night in his office. Workload piling up, stress building and anxiety following. 12 hours in, his wife is messaging him.
– ‘Please babe, come home and sleep. You’ll burn out.’
She is right and he knows it. He does not want to be here, but he needs to pay the bills. Maybe his boss will give him a promotion? He uses this for his drive and keeps pushing till late. His Anxiety builds higher, he needs to release, something to balance his increasing heart rate. He turns to porn, looking through Jerk off instructions to help relax him, something to listen to though his headphone.
Searching through the online library of porn. It is hard to find something that nurtures his anxiety. He needs something calming. Heart rate is now pounding, and his thought process now struggling. He needs to find something better, as he reaches for his phone, a young women’s voice emerges, soft, nurturing. She mentions the word ‘Daddy’.
“Not another one,” He grunts.
But a voice in his head tells him to listen, it needs her voice. She softly encourages her Daddy; his cock starts growing in his tight pants. His heart rate drops, he relaxes. Work now easing and his cock getting harder. He listens to her innocently guide him to climax.
“That’s it, Daddy,” She says softly as she finishes off with an innocent giggle.
He wants it to stop, she sounds so young it is wrong. He needs to check, to make sure. To relax his conscience. He scrolls through google and finds her profile. She is a 22-year-old, content creator. He relaxes more to her voice than before. He lets it continue.
“Daddy cum for me, I want your cum inside my tight pussy,” She moans.
His cock starts pulsing under his tight pants. He holds and edges longer, precum now wetting his work pants and he bridges orgasming to her innocent voice. The video ends, his cock still hard, pulsing wanting to cum. His wife messages him
– ‘I’ve got a surprise for you… *Picture of her, naked, playing with herself.’
He shuts down the computer and heads home to his surprise. Cock ready and anxiety needing to release.
…..
Months past and he left his job. Emotionally and physically burnt out. Only a faint figure of his previous self. Everyday struggling with the simplest of tasks. Useless in his own mind and struggling to find himself again. His work finally taking its toll on his mind and body. He sits there and watches his beautiful family play and giggle on the weekends, trying his hardest to join in. But only half there. His wife watches on him, sad that his previous job has done this too him. No longer working, she has had to carry the family through this. He adores her and loves everything about her. No one has done anything like this to him.
Monday arrives and everyone leaves for school and work. He remains home in bed, lost and confused, broken. His wife walking to his side and kissing him on the forehead.
“Rest my dear, give it time, you will return. I know you will!” She says looking down on him. He can’t help but smile to her kind words.
He sits in bed, browsing through his phone. A panic attack starts to come in, looking for a release he turns to his only medication. Opening porn and edging his cock, relaxing his heart rate. As he searches through the endless library, until he stumbles across one of her posts. The young girl who helped him previous. A voice in his head wants him to interact with her and another tells him to stop. His love for his wife is so strong, he shouldn’t!? He gives in and sends her a message.
– ‘Hi, I like to thank you for your videos. They have helped me in the past, where nothing else would. I can’t help but like your soft voice. It helps me relax when I have panic attacks. It is truly medicating! Thank you!”
He hits send. He expects nothing in return and continues edging, relaxing himself. Looking at her videos and watching her. He notices a **message** bubble appear, quickly he opens it.
– ‘OMG, this makes me feel so good! I love hearing from my customers and the ways I help them. Can I ask to see a photo of you? Tell me more about yourself?’
He smiles and laughs. Grinning and talking to himself.
“I’m no paying customer,” he giggles with excitement. The fact another female asked about him, made him feel slightly special. Something he hadn’t felt for a long time. It was different…
– ‘Sorry, I’m not a paying customer. I found your content on a webpage, when looking for videos. Sorry…’
He sends the message expecting an end to occur. But is slightly chuffed that she messaged him back, even if it was for more money. He turns and goes to sleep. His panic attack now gone; he relaxes.
….
He wakes hours later, mid-day now booming through the blinds. The day is beautiful, but his head still isn’t. The message still gave him a sense of living. Something he hadn’t felt for ages. It keeps dancing in his mind. He must check to see if she replied.
**1 new message**.
Only expecting a single sentence reply, he opens it.
– ‘That’s fine, I like sharing my content. So, I can hear from people like you. So please send me a photo of you and tell me about you. *Photo of her naked on her knees. Her eyes begging towards the camera and holding a piece of paper with his name on it.*’
He sits down and galps deep. His heart races and his body fills with endorphins. Endorphins he hadn’t felt since he was young. The sun started to shine brighter, and life started to return to his eyes. He replies…
– ‘Wow! You look amazing as always! I’m married 36, kids, house, dog… currently unemployed. Got fired from my job and soon after burnt out. There really isn’t much to say about me. But here, have this picture of me when I looked a little better. *attached a photo of himself smiling at a work conference in a suite*’
He was scared to hit send. But she was on the other side of the world. Nothing will come of this.
‘She obviously taking him on her expert sales ride,’ he thinks to himself. He sends it and returns to his day.
After 10 minutes of running around cleaning. He can’t help but check his phone.
**1 new message**
– ‘Fuck! You are hot! I was not expecting that! I’m not just being nice, like you are my type and everything!’
He reads it and smiles. His smile is huge, he’s never had a girl, apart from his wife say this to him. Or if they wanted something from him. He doesn’t trust it one bit. His instincts tell him, something up. She cut off the message to early. His head races with thoughts of what to expect next.
**1 new message**. ‘Here comes the sales spill,’ he thinks to himself.
– Can I ask to see you naked? I’m in bed touching myself to your photo. I want to know what you would do to me. I need you Daddy, like, I really do,’
“Fuck!” he says out loud. “She’s really good at this!”
He walks off to his room. His heart racing, as his thoughts run through every scenario again and again.
**1 new message**. He knows he’s being played.
– ‘*It’s a video of her, on her phone, his picture visible. Her hand rubbing her pussy, so wet you can hear it.* Her soft voice requests him, “Please daddy, I need you! I want to see you!”‘
He sits down and see his cock hard. “Holy fuck! What have I done?” He says out loud, again. Impulsively, he stands in front of the mirror and records himself. Dropping his track pants and releasing his cock. He strokes it and calls to her;
– ‘Daddy wants to fuck you and be your Master! Do want to feel Daddy fill you up?’ he finishes recording and sends the video to her.
**1 new message**
– ‘*video returns of her, using a toy on her pussy. His video playing on her phone.* “Can I cum Master?” She softly requests.’
He quickly replies.
– ‘Cum for master, I want to see how real this is.’
**1 new message**
– ‘*She lays there calling her Master. “I’m Masters slut! I’m Master Slut!” as she heads for climax.’
He sits back watching her. It’s completely wrong, his marriage, this young girl. Getting off to him. His cock is raging hard. He can’t help but watch her cum.
– ‘She explodes into a quivering mess, gripping the sheets and looking at the camera. “I’m yours, I’m yours!” she whimpers, crying in pleasure.’
He strokes his cock and videos himself cumming. It comes hard, exploding over the mirror and carpet. He hits send. As he lays back with exhaustion.
**1 new message**
– ‘*She’s there kneeling, her sad face begging for his cum.* “Give me your cum Master,” she requests. *Shortly after, fake loads of cum shoot over her innocent face.* “I’m your free to use slave! You call when you need me, ok!” *She blows a kiss to the camera. Her face covered in fake cum*’
He watches on, feeling his cock pulse and trying to take in what just happened. He feels wrong, dirty, and confused.
“Did I just cheat on my wife?” he says to himself. “What the fuck is happening?”
He sits up and replies, confused about what has happened.
‘ahh… So, my little slave. Does Master really have you all to himself?’
**1 new message**
– ‘*her links and passwords are attached.*’ ‘You control me now Master. I am yours, you let me know what I can do to serve you?’
(Sorry for any errors)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nkirhx/his_dirty_secret