My Hidden Lover

Twenty Minutes To Sequester

I never imagined that a peaceful Friday afternoon would unravel into the longest weekend ever. My husband Mark was supposed to be away on a three-day business trip. So like any cheating housewife, I made plans to engage in animalistic sexual behavior with my hidden lover, Steve.

The house felt unusually peaceful, the kind of silence that encourages reckless decisions. By ten a.m. I had convinced myself there was no risk and invited my hidden lover Steve over to engage in impulsive oral sex. Little did I realize when I made plans just how “hidden” my lover would have to remain.

Steve arrived carrying a bottle of my favorite Pinot Noir and that sexy smile that caught my attention months before. What had started as harmless lunches had gradually become secret meetings, afternoon trysts, and wet, sloppy blowjobs in the park. I knew I was crossing a line, but it felt so good I just couldn’t bring myself to call things off with my hidden lover.

Behind The Guest Room Door – My Hidden Lover

The fireplace was glowing, my favorite wine was poured, and rain had just begun tapping against the windows. I was on my knees between Steve’s legs; his pants were around his ankles. Then my phone buzzed. It was my husband, Mark.  “The trip is canceled; one of the guys got sick. I’ll be home in 20 minutes.” I felt my blood drain from my face. Steve reread the message out loud as he pulled his pants up: “Twenty minutes!”

For one frantic moment we considered every impossible option. The garage door was too obvious. The back fence was impossible to climb in the rain. I looked at the staircase. The guest room was the only option for my hidden lover. Steve seemed somewhat hesitant and began to voice reasons why the guest room wasn’t ideal.

The garage door opened before either one of us could say another word. Mark entered, carrying a duffel bag. “You wouldn’t believe the traffic.” His eyes mysteriously wandered upstairs.

The Long Weekend – My Hidden Lover

The hours crawled by. Steve remained perfectly silent behind the guest room door. Listening as the dishes clattered in the kitchen and the television played late into the evening. His phone stayed on silent. He couldn’t risk flushing a toilet, running water, or even coughing.

Saturday was even worse. I woke up early. Horny and frustrated, while Mark was still asleep. I snuck into the guest room for a few stolen moments with my hidden lover. We kissed passionately as his hands explored my body. Groping my breast and grabbing my ass. I mounted his stiffening cock and began grinding my clit into his pelvic bone. Eager to come quickly before the sun rose.

Almost There

We heard Mark stirring in the master bedroom just seconds before Steve reached climax. I quickly escaped the guest room, tying my bathrobe around my waist as I made my way downstairs. My heart was pounding, my panties saturated, my voice shaky.

Sunday stretched on forever. Steve had barely slept all weekend. The small guest room had become a jail for him. He had read the same magazine six times. He knew exactly which floorboard creaked on the staircase. I slipped him a sandwich and a bottle of water after midnight, my hands trembling as I quietly turned the doorknob. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered to my hidden lover. He managed a tired smile. “We will laugh about this someday,” he whispered.

Monday morning arrived at last. I woke up before dawn to the familiar sound of Mark’s alarm. My heart hammered as I listened to him shower, shave, and move around the bedroom. Every minute felt like an hour. Over breakfast, we chatted about the long week ahead. I barely tasted my coffee. I stood by the window as his truck left the driveway and turned the corner, and disappeared.

Running upstairs, I opened the guest room door. My hidden lover emerged, looking exhausted, unshowered. Sporting a beard from three days without shaving. We stared at each other for a second before bursting into laughter. My hidden lover was free at last. The guest room was empty. But somehow it still felt occupied. Filled with three days of close calls, whispered lies, and a secret that could have shattered it all.

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