Dangerous Whispers

Sebastian’s POV

I was driving with Stacy when Charlotte’s call came through, her sweet voice turning filthy in my ear while my wife sat right beside me testing every bit of control I had left.

At this point I need more than self control to withstand Charlotte’s temptations.

The road stretched out ahead, gray under the afternoon sky. Stacy was mid-sentence about some big client dinner, her hand resting on my thigh like some lovey dovey couple.

One would think I was a lucky man. That I have a sweet and romantic marriage. Not knowing it’s nothing but a public display of affection.

My phone buzzed in the holder. Charlotte’s name flashed on the screen.

I almost answered the call on a loud speaker without thinking because I was driving. Thankfully I found my AirPod. “Hey, everything alright?”

At first she sounded normal. Shy even. “Hi Dad. Just checking when you’ll be home.”

Stacy smiled at me, proud of the family man I pretended to be. Then Charlotte’s voice dropped. Low. “I’m in my room right now. Legs spread. Touching myself while I think about you.”

My grip tightened on the wheel. Blood rushed south so fast I got dizzy. Stacy kept talking about the quarterly report she emailed me, completely oblivious. I tried to keep my voice steady. “We’re on our way back soon.”

Charlotte didn’t stop. “I’m so wet, Daddy. I’ve got two fingers inside me but it’s not enough. I need your thick cock stretching me open again. Remember how you fucked me in the office? How you were choking me while you came.”

Heat crawled up my neck. My cock strained painfully against my zipper. I shifted in the seat, trying to hide it. Stacy glanced over. “You okay? You look flushed.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “Just the traffic.”

Charlotte kept going, voice getting breathier. “I’m still sore from last time. I love it. I want you to bend me over and ruin me while Mom’s in the next room again. Choke me. Spank me. Fill me up until it leaks down my thighs.”

I was rock hard. Aching. I had promised her we’d stop. I promised myself I’d be better for Stacy, for the family we, our businesses and even our family name.

But Charlotte’s words painted every dark fantasy I’d been fighting. Her tight pussy. The way she squirted when I hit the right spot. The soft broken sounds she made when I called her mine.

Maria must have heard something at home. I caught a glimpse of her through the rearview in my mind, her shocked face when she walked past the office that day.

It’s either she knew something. Or suspected. The thought made me scarier and harder too.

“Charlotte,” I said, trying to sound normal. “We’ll talk when I get home.”

She moaned softly. Yet loud enough that Stacy almost heard it. “I’m close. Tell me you miss this pussy. Tell me you want to breed me again.”

My foot pressed harder on the gas. I pulled over at the next exit under the excuse of a bad signal. “Hang on, the reception’s terrible.” Stacy gave me a curious look but went back to her emails.

I killed the engine. Charlotte’s breathing filled the car. “I’m cumming, Daddy. Thinking about your cock. Your hand around my throat. Please. I need you.”

The words hit like a punch. I almost moaned her name out loud. My cock throbbed, leaking into my boxers. The guilt was crushing.

Stacy sat right there, trusting me completely, praising me for being the perfect husband and holding it done in her absence.

And here I was, rock hard and seconds from losing it because her daughter was describing how she touched herself for me.

I gripped the wheel hard. “We can’t do this,” I whispered when Stacy stepped out to take another call. “I promised. This has to stop.”

Charlotte just breathed heavier. “But you don’t want it to stop. I can hear it in your voice.”

She was right. That was the worst part. I wanted it. Needed it. The dark, rough release Stacy never gave me. The eager surrender Charlotte offered so freely. My dominant side was starving and she was the only one who fed it.

I almost told her to wait for me. Almost said fuck everything and come to the car. The words were right there on my tongue.

Then Stacy turned back toward me, phone still to her ear, and asked with real concern in her voice, “Sebastian? You’re really pale. Are you feeling okay?”

I swallowed hard. Charlotte was still on the line, waiting for my answer. My cock was throbbing. My mind was a mess. And Stacy was looking at me like I was the good man she married.

One wrong word and everything would burn down.