Poppy's Secret Confession {Wild Steamy Diary}

Poppy's DiaryWhen I first met Asher, I didn’t think much of it. He was just another one of my husband’s friends and colleagues; older, confident, the kind of man who seemed to carry a permanent ease with the world. My husband admired him deeply. I remember the first time he brought up Asher’s name; it was over dinner one evening after one of his non-profit meetings.“Asher got the new sponsorship approved,” he’d said with a wide smile. “You should meet him sometime, Poppy. He’s a good guy, one of the best.”At the time, I just nodded, proud of my husband’s excitement. I had no reason to feel anything else. I was 33, married to a wonderful man who treated me like a queen and was great in bed. I had no complaints… Our life was quiet but full. We laughed a lot, shared everything, and there was never a day I doubted his love. But then Asher entered the picture.And yet…what was it with him? His great looks with that nicely trimmed grey beard? The constant parade of women who wanted to ha

I stared at him for a long moment, not knowing what to say to him or how to make my emotions know to him. Should I hug him, kiss him? No, I can’t just jump on him. To be honest, I don’t know what to feel.“I didn’t think you’d listen,” I said quietly.He smiled faintly with a wink, “Am a hard nut to crack, I don’t always do as I’m told.”For a moment, neither of us spoke.I wanted to say something casual, but the words wouldn’t come.He walked over slowly, stopping just far enough to be polite, but close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body. “You look tired,” he said softly.“I’ve been busy.”“Or maybe you just have a lot going on in your mind… like you were thinking too much…” he said and that made me glance up sharply.“What! Okay fine, I overthink, but you can’t understand.”He gave a small knowing smile that didn’t reach his ear.“I think I do.”His face was only inches from mine; I felt his breath on my face, the minty coolness of his breath, and I looked up at him wit

I told myself I could handle it. That what I felt for Asher was harmless. It was just fantasy, curiosity and fascination. Nothing more; not that I was going to lay down for him to fuck me as he has done to others. But, even as I repeated those lies in my head, my heart knew better. The following week at the office, I tried to keep things professional. I avoided long glances and ignored the spark that always came alive when he walked into the room. But Asher, god! He never made it easy. He had a way of watching me that made my whole body aware of his presence. When he spoke, it was never just words. It was this seductive deep tone that made my pants wet on a go, and let’s not mention that slight tilt of his head, as if he was waiting for me to confess something I hadn’t yet admitted… Not even to myself. “Poppy,” he said one afternoon, leaning against the door frame of the office. His voice was low, calm, but there was something underneath it… his unspoken words that made my pulse

Poppy's Diary.I seemed a little startled but relaxed when I realized it was only my husband giving me a hug. I responded by placing my once busy hands over his and laid my head backwards. We stayed in that position for a short while, feeling each other’s warmth and closeness.“What’s up, honey?” I finally asked him as I was cradled in his strong arms.“Nothing… just wanted to see you,” David said and kissed me lightly on the neck.I let out a cute giggle. “Really?”“Yeah, really.”“Liar. You’re hard as a rock.” A playful smirk left my smiling lips.It was true that, together with the daydream of a fantasy and the way he had been staring at my body just a few moments ago, a large bulge of a tent had developed at the crotch of his jeans. My words made the monster within him throb lightly as it attempted to rage through its clothed prison. The physical contact between his tent and my ass as he pressed himself against me was not helping to control it much either. David didn’t need to fee

My husband looked down at the sight of his whole cock now shoved completely into my mouth and I latched on to it lovingly, waiting for him to continue. He had to smile at the extremely sexy sight. After a moment’s pause to enjoy the view, he continued to look at me as he slowly began to pull out until the bottom end of the cock head was visible. As he did so, even more of his pre-cum flooded out of him, depositing all across my tongue. I let out a light moan over the taste of his juices as they slid around my tongue, vibrating his dick in my mouth.The constant flow of pre-cum in my mouth began to make me salivate, filling it with extra wetness. This encouraged him to begin a rhythm of pushing and pulling, thrusting his crotch forwards and backwards. He watched as he slowly fucked my mouth in earnest, waves of pleasure swathing over him as his meat slid across the insides of my mouth and tongue.Every time his cock made a brief exit, it seemed to shine with a mixture of saliva and pr