My Secret Lover
Author
Ronnie Coleinger
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Copyright © [Ronnie Coleinger, pseudo.] 2011
Illustration copyright © [Ronnie Coleinger, pseudo.] 2011
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My Secret Lover
This story is one that I must tell in an attempt to cleanse my soul. You see, I have committed adultery, and I am deeply in love with both my husband and my secret lover. I believe, deep down in my soul, that telling this story will help me keep my sanity from faltering, and probably prevent the grief that my suicide would cause my family. However, you my friend, must promise me that you will take my secret to your grave. My God has forgiven me, but I fear my husband and family would not be so generous.
My name is Nelly and I have been married for almost twenty years to the same loving and caring man. My marriage has been very fulfilling and loving in nature but there has always been another love in my life that I have managed to keep secret, hidden, and carefully nurtured. This love affair began long before I married my husband. My secret lover has been right under my husband’s nose all these years, but he has never guessed or suspected.
Sam is my brother-in-law, and a few years younger than I am. My hair is now showing a tint of grey, and my hairdresser often touches up the roots. My breasts, although still beautiful, are starting to sag just a little, and my hard firm belly muscles are now sagging ever so slightly. Sam on the other hand, is still handsome and shows very few signs that age can put upon ones face and body. His tight butt muscles, firm chest, and abs, still excite me whenever I am near him.
My older sister Lucy and I lived just ten miles from where Sam’s parent’s had built their home. Lucy dated him for a number of years during high school and then they married a couple of years after graduation. During my high school years while Lucy was dating Sam, I saw a lot of him around our house. Since I was the younger sister, I was always jealous of my older sister’s boy friends. I would on occasion get myself into a position that would allow me to rub my body against his, or just simply reach over and message his manhood through his jeans when no one was watching.
Sam did pretty well at fending off my advances, even though I was certain he loved it when my hands touched him and caused an erection in his jeans. Sam was quite willing to look at my naked body and watch me perform my little sex acts, but he had never physically touched me during those early years. I knew exactly what I was doing to him, and how I was able to stir his male body into full sexual arousal. Sam stirred a deep desire in me that was hard to control. Sometimes, when I knew Sam was in my house, I would peek out of the steamy bathroom door after my shower and let him see my naked body. I would stand there with the door partly open and rub my breasts until my nipples stood out hard, and then message my clitoris with my fingers as he watched. I am certain those incidents left a lasting impression in Sam’s mind that still causes him to masturbate whenever his thoughts turn in my direction.
One afternoon, while both my parents were still at work, Sam came over to my house to pick Lucy up for a date. My Sister was talking on the phone to her aunt and was going to be busy for a few more minutes. As Sam walked towards the back door of the kitchen to wait outside, he walked past my bedroom door. He found me lying on my back on my bed with my short skirt pulled up to my waist. I had my legs spread wide open, and I was pleasuring myself. It must have been obvious to Sam that I had been doing this for a few minutes because I had a major orgasm while Sam stood there watching. When he finally walked away from the bedroom door, he had an erection that was so hard I thought he might ejaculate in his shorts.
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I later married a man from New York City and seldom saw Sam except during family gatherings or holidays. I had a beautiful family and my husband was a hard working man who seemed to treat me pretty well. My sexual fascination with Sam never died and I never forgot the memories instilled into my young female mind. I still had the ability to smile at Sam and cause him to have an erection, and I think he remembered my sexual exhibitions, because sometimes when I would talk to him, I could see him looking at my rapidly hardening nipples under my bra.
It was a few years later, during the death of my uncle that the spark reignited between Sam and me. I had gotten very good at hiding my emotions as I aged, and I tried hard not to cry in public. However, on this particular day, I could not control myself and started to cry while standing in a group of family members at the cemetery. I was directly in front of Sam and he reached his hand up and rested it on my back and neck. He could feel me exhale and slowly relax as I let my body lean back against his hand. A slight change in my facial expression, almost a tiny smile, let Sam know that I was going to be okay. When the ceremony was over, I slowly turned and hugged Sam. As we embraced, my emotions fell completely apart. I could not let go of him and I could not stop crying. I felt Sam hug me hard, and the hug let me know that any comfort I needed was right there in his arms. Since it was a funeral and family members were perfectly allowed to comfort other family, I let Sam continue to hold me, and whisper in my ear. I could feel the warmth building in my loins as he hugged me and held me close.
When we got back to the church for the family dinner, Sam sat beside me. He sat very close, and looked directly into my eyes when he talked to me. As he conversed with the other family members setting at the table, I let my leg push against his and moved just a little to make sure he felt the pressure. Believe me he felt the pressure; his penis was hard in his pants under the table. I know because I reached for a Kleenex in my purse and let my hand touch the front of his slacks.
When the dinner was over and we parted company, I hugged Sam again as I left for home to meet my husband for my daughters ballet lessons. Sam blew gently in my ear as we said good-bye for now, and I put a gentle kiss on his neck that told him everything he needed to know about how I was feeling towards him. As we parted and stepped apart, I glanced at Sam’s crotch to see if he had an erection. I knew he did without looking, I could feel it when we hugged. The glance was only to let him know that I knew.
That was the turning point when I knew that I wanted to move our relationship from masturbating for him in the solitude of my bedroom, to having him make love to me. We both knew right there what was going to happen, just not when it would happen. When I went to sleep that night, my dreams filled with visions of past times with Sam watching me play my game with him. I think I fell truly in love with my brother-in-law that night. Our relationship went from a simple sex game, to a fantasy come true with a man I now believed I had truly loved all these years.
That night I had a dream about Sam that was very lifelike and vivid. When I woke up later, I felt as if I had been with him the whole night. The dream started simple enough with me walking up a trail in a heavily wooded forest. There was nothing around me but forest, but as I walked up the trail, I saw Sam sitting on the edge of a tiny pool. The pool was made of stone loosely stacked on top of each other to form a six foot diameter circular basin with the sides about two feet high. Sam was sitting on the edge of the pool, looking down into the water. When he heard me approaching on the trail, he turned and smiled at me. He was completely naked and I could see his erect penis protruding out in front of him, and it looked just as I had imagined. I just stood there for a moment and took in the incredible sight I was seeing. That was another memory that I would never forget.
As I approached the pond, Sam stood up and faced me. I walked up to him, put my arms around him and began gently kissing his warm lips. There was an area beside the pond that had some leaves on it, so I took him by the hand and walked him to the leaves. He sat down and I pushed him onto his back. I kissed his lips and neck then sucked on his nipples, working my way down until I nibbled and kissed my way to his belly button and then to his pubic area. As I kissed his stomach and thighs, he started to breathe very deeply and the center of his back was arching and rising off the ground just a little. I could tell I was totally in control and stopping was not an option at this point. I gently moved in between his legs and began kissing closer and closer to his erect penis. As I moved closer and actually licked the very sensitive tip, he moaned and began rubbing my breasts through my cloths. I then licked the sweet tasting drop of semen that had formed on the tip of his penis.
I stood up and undressed myself as he mentally seduced every inch of my now naked body. I moved into a position on top of him so he could lick my clitoris and vagina. It only took seconds and he had me ready to come. As the tension in my loins built, a wave of passion flowed through my body. I turned around and sat on top of him so I was facing his feet and entered his penis into my vagina with my hand. Sam had a perfect view of my most intimate parts as I worked myself into the most incredible orgasm I had ever felt.
As he ejaculated into my vagina, I came three or four times, squeezing so hard I almost pushed his penis from my body. When we had finished our lovemaking, we decided we should get ourselves dressed and head back to camp. I stepped into the pond with the goldfish, squatted down and washed myself with the cool water. Sam did the same thing beside me and stood up. We stepped out of the pool and used my panties to dry ourselves off a little. I would have to think of a reason to explain why my underwear was so wet, and I hoped Sam did not smell as if he just seduced his sister-in-law when we got back to camp.
When I awoke from this dream, I had to walk out into the living room and sit on the couch a few minutes to regain my composure. It was then that I realized that my dream of Sam had made me come in my panties. Then I realized that not just the crotch of my panties were wet, they were damp everywhere as if they had in fact been used to dry our bodies after we washed in the pond. When I took them off and smelled them, there was a mossy fishy smell and I could smell sweat that was not mine. What a vivid dream. This was another memory of Sam that I would never forget. I finally returned to the bed with my husband and fell back asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I seduced Fred so hard he quickly guessed that I had just woke from an erotic dream. When he began questioning the reason for my passion, I just said I had a great vacation dream about him. I picked up the still wet panties I had tossed into the corner last night and carried them to the bathroom where I once again smelled the sweet aroma of my secret lover.
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About two weeks later, I had the first physical sexual adventure with my secret lover. Fred was out of town and my two children were staying overnight with their friends after a sock hop at the elementary school. I needed help getting a few bales of hay out of the loft in the barn so I called Sam and asked if he could come out and help me get the hay down from the barn loft. Fred and I raised steers for the meat and some of the cattle were very aggressive. I told Sam that the animals scared me if I had to enter the corral. Of course, Sam agreed to help me. My sister Lucy had an appointment after work and would not be home until much later, so Sam came right out to help the female in distress with his penis held high.
When Sam arrived at the farm, he found me already in the barn attending to the smaller animals. We had pigs, chickens, two sheep, four goats, four cats, two rabbits, and five steers. I had already fed most of the animals and Sam helped me feed the rabbits and the family of cats. Then we went up to the loft and started moving bales of hay. We had about five bales along the edge of the loft when we both tried to grab the same bale and our hands touched. We seemed to gravitate towards each other and were hugging within seconds. Our mouths touched and then our tongues met between our lips and searched for more and more attention.
Sam asked me if I was certain we were alone and no one would catch us messing around, “I don’t want to be caught,” he had told me. I just smiled at him and said we were not children, and would not, be caught, as he had put it. We both laughed a little and that helped us relax. I looked at the bales of hay and reminded Sam that we were high up in the hayloft and no one would come up here. We could use the excuse of moving hay if someone did show up at the farm to visit.
We were naked and fondling each other within seconds. Sam’s hands found my hard nipples and when he touched them, I shivered a little from the incredible sensation. He pulled his hands away from my body. I opened my eyes and pulled his hands back to my breasts for more of what he had started. My hand found his penis and it was hard and throbbing as I messaged it and rubbed it on my belly. I moved away from him and pushed a bale of hay out in the middle of the floor of the loft, and then sat on the end of the bale. When he stepped between my legs and began rubbing my neck, I leaned down and kissed the end of his penis. I sucked and kissed much too long and Sam had to step back a little to release my grip, or I was going to get a mouth full very quickly. I laid myself down on the bale and brought the soles of my feet up onto the top of the bale. When Sam stepped closer between my legs, I started raising my legs and began to allow him to move in between my thighs. My legs were now wide open and I pulled my knees up to my chest. Sam kneeled down, moved between my legs, and began to lick and kiss my thighs and then my vulva. When he gently sucked on my clitoral hood and pulled on it with his lips I could stand no more and began to come.
I reached for his penis and he followed my lead and entered my vagina. I came in seconds and I got us both very wet this time. Then I needed on top to finish this first adventure with a bang. Sam laid himself down on the bale and I straddled him as he held his penis up straight for me. I pushed his penis into my vagina a second time and came twice more before I was done with him.
We both forgot about someone seeing us at this point and ventured down the ladder to the watering tank that I had just filled with water. We washed with a cloth and dried with a towel that was lying on the side of the water tank. The water was very cold and my nipples showed just how cold it was. We went back up the ladder and got dressed, talking nonstop, either out of excitement or because we suddenly had a lifetime of things to tell each other.
Our first true sexual adventure was over and we needed to finish feeding the cattle. As we worked, Sam and I talked about how we both wanted to continue this affair and the steps we must take to keep the secret. No one must ever find out about our love affair or it would ruin our lives. We both knew that we would have to take the knowledge of this affair to our graves, so we swore an oath to keep our love strong, true, and completely private forever.
I walked over to the door of the barn and removed a needle that was stuck in the wooden doorframe. I used the needle to remove wood slivers from fingers. I poked my finger and a drop of blood appeared, I passed the needle to Sam and he did the same. We raised our hands up in front of us, pressed our bloody fingers together and joined our blood and our souls. I looked into Sam’s eyes and said “Sam, I swear to you that I will keep our secrets private and never reveal them to anyone,” Sam said the same words back to me and the blood oath was complete. We also agreed that we must never show our affection for each other in public. We would remain friends, but distant and isolated around others.
As I lay in my bed that night, thinking about Sam in the loft with me and the wonderful orgasms I had felt, I slip my fingers inside my panties and began to rub the places Sam had kissed earlier in the day. As I squirmed with excitement, my body tensed as the waves of my orgasm engulfed my mind with sweet thoughts of Sam. I tried to be as still as possible so as not to wake my husband, but he rolled over and asked if I was dreaming again. I put my fingers on his lips and he soon got the message. My love with my husband in our bed was just as fulfilling as my love with Sam in the hayloft. I felt fulfilled, a little naughty, and very guilty.
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Sam had never been around a woman that could orgasm as hard as I did, sometimes I would almost lose consciousness. I believe this is one of the reasons I love sex so very much, because my orgasms are like taking heroin or ecstasy. I am addicted to orgasms just as a drug addict is addicted to their drugs. Thus, the name sex addict seems to apply to me.
I have related to you this incredible story about a man and a woman who lived out their sexual fantasies with a secret affair that made their sexual desires possible. Most couples that marry or live together cannot find it in themselves to ask their partners to help them fulfill these fantasies. They live in a perfect relationship where they believe they must fit in with the wishes of society. Some of us are lucky enough to find someone who has the same sexual fantasies and is willing to carry them out with another human without trying to live up to societies stringent demands for conformity.
I know that you must be wondering how I could possibly find it in my heart to tell this story to anyone after making a blood promise to Sam to take the secret to our graves. Well in a way, the secret did follow us to the grave. At least it went to Sam’s grave. Sam died in a car accident while traveling to the city where we had a business meeting scheduled. He died instantly in the crash and the last time I saw him, he was lying in a coffin. We never finished enjoying our fantasies together, and I miss him dearly.
I have written this story and published it knowing that with Sam’s death, the secret will remain just that, a secret. Only you and I know the sorted details of this story. I know I can trust you my reader not to break the blood promise I made with Sam. Just in case you should decide to fail my trust, and my husband discovers the sorted details of my affair, I have devised a plan. I have purchased a new hemp rope, and tied a perfect hangman’s knot on one end. I hid the rope high up in the barn rafters just in case I should need it. I trust in you to keep this secret; not even a whisper shall you speak.