How a suburban mom [F] started recording audio porn and ended up having phone sex with a stranger, contd.

At the end of my [last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nnbiif/f_how_a_suburban_housewife_decided_to_record/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) , I was standing in a conference center the size of a small city, hiding in an alcove, sending a picture to a stranger on the internet. He had requested to see how wet I was. How wet he had made me.
Until now, I had avoided interactions like this—I’m married, after all. I found myself recording audio porn for myself only. Bringing others into my porny secret Reddit life would only complicate things. But I couldn’t resist the excitement. The sexual tension, *faaaack*, the tension!

I remember that day I was wearing cropped black slacks with a Led Zeppelin t-shirt under a blazer, and heels. My hair was loose and wavy, slightly tousled. I remember this because he asked what I was wearing, and I didn’t consider lying about it, as I might have if I was at home. At home, of course, I was frumpy. I was holey sweats and a ponytail. But there was something about being here, something about being alone in a strange city that made me feel completely special and completely anonymous. It had been a while since I turned men’s heads in public, but I felt good. There was something devilishly satisfying about knowing that I, the chubby woman with the wedding band and childbearing hips was walking around with the filthiest thoughts in her head, and no one would even know. They would never suspect that I would have eagerly pulled them into a deserted corner and sucked their cock like a nympho.

[F] How a suburban housewife decided to record audio porn and embrace my inner slut

In my late teens, I was a virginal Christian girl with a secret–I wanted to have constant, rabid, filthy sex. I wanted to be fucked in every position imaginable. I wanted to suck cock until he begged for mercy. I wanted his cum all over my body. I wanted to be worshiped and adored, but also tied up, spanked, bitten, and used. Oh, and I was saving myself for marriage, of course. I just didn’t quite know how all of that worked yet.

I blinked, and found myself in my thirties. Experience had altered my beliefs and expanded my worldview. Grad school finished, suburbia, kids, and a ten year anniversary that neither of us had energy to plan for. He had never been much for experimentation. Our sex life was dead. I had gained weight over time, and I knew he found me less attractive this way, so he rarely initiated. I had certainly never pictured my inner slut with a loose stomach.
But she was there. She wasn’t an inner anything. She was me.