Dirty Secrets

Her Dirty Secrets from Her Lover and The Naughty Chef

It began as a usual Saturday in the big infamous oval track town, racing capital of the world, home of the black and white checkered flag, the Indianapolis 500. Deanne was extremely tired. She had talked to her friend with benefits, her lover, in NYC through the night. Slowly over a period of about four months, they had been getting to know one another as friends and lovers.

It was safe to say they were both pretty much suffering withdrawal from a holiday trip she had recently come back from. Sleeping from around 6 am until noon, Deanne woke up hungry and had completely soaked herself from a most vivid erotic dream. She could feel her juices dripping out of her pussy, making her very aroused. Having talked through the night w/ her lover, she was longing for his touch, a touch that can't compare to any other she's ever had. Deanne was desperately aching to hold him, to kiss him, to look deep into his eyes as he rammed his luscious dark cock into her pink, wet pussy, riding her while she whispered, Fuck me baby, fuck me hard...waiting to hear those familiar words as he climaxed and whisperingly announced, "I'm gonna cum now".

Have you ever longed for someone so bad your entire body has a flu-like ache? Dee was almost sure she was coming down with something... Maybe the pressures of the week, rumors of re-organizations within the company, which was forcing her to begin to work on her resume and probably meant a career move from her high profile job and demanding career in finance & investment banking were starting to take a toll on her. She closed her eyes wanting relief from her splitting headache and began to caress her body, imagining Sukumar's smile, hearing his laughter, feeling his smooth hands moving over her body. First her arms; hands sliding up and down and then back up to her shoulders, tracing her collar bone and then one finger trailing down her cleavage line as the finger opens and turns to a hand that slowly plays with her left breast.

He reaches down with his mouth and begins to lick, suck and bite at her left nipple. His teeth click as he bites the tip of her nipple, but gets mostly the ring. He thrusts his mouth completely over the ring and nipple, pulling and sucking her hard. Deanne breathes a deep breath in. Yes, he is here with me....take me Sukumar and fuck me wildly and passionately like you do every time we are together. Their natural connection of heart, soul and mind had given them something that could not compare with another, making their relationship exceptionally real...hot and sensual, with raw, passionate animalistic instincts to the core.

Getting interrupted by the phone, Deanne reluctantly came out of her fantasy, pulled her toy out of her pussy, licked the juices off her finger and answered the phone. It was Gangaram, another Indian friend that was a chef in town. Calling him Rami for short, Dee chatted with him and teasingly told him he was bothering her ability to have a moment regardless of whether or not he was on his afternoon break. Having told Rami a week earlier that things were changing between Sukumar and her, she and Rami had agreed upon maintaining a friendship with no more "accidental" sexual encounters like they had previously experienced.

Having a very open and honest relationship with Sukumar, Deanne had discussed all of this with him in detail. She had told him that even though she knew they had not worked up to an exclusive, boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, she had feelings of betrayal from some "fun times" she had been going through and that she had made the decision she was much more comfortable being a one guy kind of gal, so she had began telling several of her friends that she happened to also screw occasionally that she would no longer be doing that. Sukumar and she talked about the fact that what she was saying and doing would be hard for guys to accept – that women can not have sex with men and then say no more and expect the men to still be their friends or refrain from having sex. Understanding his point, Dee was optimistic if they really wanted to be friends, they would respect her wishes. Perhaps this was unrealistic, but Dee wanted to honestly focus on Sukumar anyway, so she thought if the guys did not wish to continue being her friend, well, that was their loss, not hers.

The conversation Dee had had with Rami in which she explained wanting to be friends had gone well and she was optimistic and secure knowing Rami valued her friendship as he had reassured her of that. On this phone call, Rami had asked Deanne to meet up after he closed the restaurant later that night to catch up because they had not seen each other for about 3 or 4 weeks.

Dee couldn't help but think to herself this would be a good time to test the waters and see if Sukumar was right. And secretly, after the long talk she had with him, Dee was yearning for some male attention. Having a much needed peaceful day at home, getting off by herself 3 times, Deanne was relaxed, yet ready to go out and have some fun.

She dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a black bra and a black long-sleeved t-shirt with flames on the sleeves and a semi-truck logo on the chest that read hard core trucker. She specifically wore this shirt because a trucker she had met in a chance encounter had bought it for her and it reminded her of him.

She put on her charm necklace, which represented special memories of certain times in her life. One charm which was a Conch shell w/ the words Key West below it was from a wild trip to the Keys. Another charm that was a round blue topaz had been given to her by her family. 2 charms had been added from her recent NYC trip, which she felt connected her to her lover.

She had picked a gold heart because the NYC trip represented a time that her heart began to be whole again...she allowed 2005 and all the troublesome times she had had slip away as she welcomed 2006 in the Big Apple at Times Square. The other charm, an emerald cut mystic topaz had simply caught her eye for its immense beauty of color. Being a visual, artistic person, Dee very much has a connection with colors...like the colors of her peaches and cream strawberry blonde skin tone against the tan, dark colors of Indian men...mmm...

Deanne's mind was wandering again... as she sprayed her favorite Mark Jacobs perfume Sukumar had recently surprised her with and given her on her birthday. While spraying her perfume, she couldn't help but to think about how much she enjoyed the symbolism of keeping her charms and all their memories close to her heart and how sexy this extra long necklace was to her as it lay dangling in her cleavage line between her large, lucious breasts.

Deanne loved to wear her perfume and every time she sprayed it on herself, it reminded her of Sukumar's sweet smile and touch. Letting her thoughts flow freely, she couldn't help but to have a smile light up her face. God did she love it when he surprised her, spoiled her like that.

As she went upstairs to wait on Rami, Deanne called Sukumar to see how his day had gone and to tell him she was going out for drinks. As they were talking, Rami called in and she switched over to grab his call. He was pulling up to her house and wanted to let her know. She switched back over to Sukumar and continued to talk with him. As Rami opened the car door for her, she put her fingers to her lips and indicated SSH! and got into the car.

Rami immediately gave her a hug and began to affectionately caress her leg and kiss her neck. She tried to stop him, thinking well, apparently Sukumar was right on this one. Rami's kisses were too sweet, too soft and she found herself extremely turned on by the fact that she was talking to her lover on the phone while someone else was ravishing her. She felt so naughty because she knew Sukumar couldn't tell...or so she thought.

Perhaps he sensed it maybe? Or heard it in the tone in her voice? Was she caught? Did she want to be caught? Did she want him to find out about her dirty little secret? She continued to talk w/ him as Rami took his hands and rubbed her spot on the outside of her jeans. She opened her legs up to him and he continued to massage her, caressing her womanhood. She wanted to moan because it felt so good, but she knew she couldn't without Sukumar finding out. She threw her head back on the car seat and arched her back allowing Rami access to unbutton her jeans. Her juices were flowing as his fingers explored her depths, thrusting in and out feeling her urgency, her passion, her need to climax. Her heart rapidly pounding, she stopped Rami and helped him by pulling her jeans down and she turned and put one leg up on the dashboard and the other on the drivers seat. Knowing what she wanted, Rami coupled her ass, giving it a squeeze and then spreading her, he began to work on making her come with his mouth and tongue. Still chatting with Sukumar about banking information, Dee was so aroused by the fact that she had to stay in control, to keep this secret of Rami eating her out in the car while sitting right outside in front of her house.

Knowing Rami was about to make her come, she told Sukumar she would go ahead and let him go. Dee didn't trust herself to be able to keep silent and hide her secret from Sukumar. She knew how close she was. She was going to blow it any second. Trying to say goodbye, Sukumar kept talking. Shit. She was getting so close. She felt a slow moan starting to rise in her throat. Swallowing hard, she forced it to silence. She was nervous. She didn't know how Sukumar would react if he found out. And she didn't want to hurt him. She couldn't help but think if he knew what kind of behavior she had had during her wild streak, he might be so disappointed that he might choose to walk away from their love affair. That was not a chance she was willing to risk because Deanne was smart enough to recognize the beauty of what they have.

Any time she and Sukumar talked openly about her wild streak, he said he didn't care, but she kind of felt differently about it. She cared and didn't want either of them hurt. She had done it in hopes that it would help her not want to admit what they had. It had backfired and left her feeling so empty and shallow and wanting him more. That is why she had decided to stop her wild streak. It was leading her no where but down a path of self-destruction and misery. She felt that Sukumar was in love with her, but didn't want to admit it or know what to do about it. Neither of them had asked for their love affair to become what it was. It had just fucking happened...the magic. It was there.

And of course, all of this went flashing through Deanne's mind just as she started to come, while still talking on the phone with Sukumar. She was so torn. In her head she thought it to be wrong...but she could not help herself. What surprised her more than anything was the fact that this was so out of character for her. Deanne had just gotten out of a 10 year monogamous situation where even the thought of cheating repulsed her and was not something she would ever do...yet here she was talking to her lover, to someone she cared deeply for, yet allowing a friend to fulfill her physical passions. Was it wrong? God damn if it didn't make her feel naughty, feel so bad...yet in a good kind of way. Would she tell him? She didn't know. Maybe one day. Who was she kidding? Of course she would...especially once he asked. That's the kind of friendship they possess. Open. Honest. Non-judgmental.

In the meantime, Dee would keep her dirty secret from her lover until the time was right. She would then go on to tell him how totally drunk she got in the bar that night with Rami, how he sweetly cared for her, how they had such good conversation about everything...even down to her sharing the story about how she got her trucker t-shirt and how Rami thought it would be great to get her a "Naughty Chef" t-shirt. They laughed and giggled as Deanne's smart wit immediately came up with slogans for the potential t-shirt like...I DID IT WITH THE NAUGHTY CHEF...I'VE BEEN COOKED BY THE NAUGHTY CHEF...WELL DONE BY THE NAUGHTY CHEF...I GOT GLAZED BY THE NAUGHTY CHEF...and so on.

Rami danced with her, twirling her to sweet, slow love songs, did red-headed slut shots with her, tequila shots with her and eventually took her home and made love to her 6 times throughout the night...in the same bed Sukumar had slept with her. She hoped it didn't cheapen the special memories they had built together. Her bed was the bed of so many firsts for both of them. Was it possible for Deanne to separate these two worlds of passion? One with such a strong emotional connection and the other simply a sweet time?

She would try, first of all for the fact that they were so different. Secondly, she would have to face the fact that nothing would ever become of her fling with Rami. This was why she wanted to be his friend and to stop the sex. It almost felt like she was toying with him, leading him on and using him. In the meantime, guess what Deanne would do? Think about another dirty secret she had kept from her lover and the naughty chef. How erotic and pleasureful she thought it would be to have them both at the same time. Was it possible? Could they all enter that world and play in it and be okay with each other afterwards? It was a chance Deanne was willing to take. Perhaps if the time was right, a magical moment might present itself and she just might be able to throw that option out to her lovers...

To Be Continued...

Part II – Deanne Does The Lover and The Naughty Chef