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.