1. Everyone Has A Past


    Date: 1/25/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    decisions concerning positions. There was something animalistic about her, the way she took her pleasure. “You certainly look as if you’re enjoying yourself,” I observed. My wife didn’t answer at once. “I was enjoying myself,” she said at last, as if unsure of how I might react to that. “Do you miss it?” Again there was a pregnant pause before my wife said, “Does it matter? I have a new life now.” Her tone of voice suggested she didn’t really want to go down that road, so we watched the rest of the clip in silence. Tina was quick to click on the next icon, marked “22 August 1992”. Here was my wife, still young enough to be mistaken for someone else, yet in the process of becoming her older self. It was a straight forward shoot in another hotel room, Tina and another man. As we watched the image of her bouncing up and down on what was a sizeable organ, my wife said, “Lulu hasn’t exactly gone for the really hardcore stuff.” “Such as? What really hardcore stuff is there?” My wife hesitated a moment. “Just ask me what I haven’t done,” she said. “What haven’t you done?” I obliged “Nothing,” she said. The last clip was from the 25th of July 1994. Yet again in a hotel room, but now with Tina dressed up as a maid. There was a long sequence where she tottered about the room in high heels and a skimpy uniform, before a man entered, feigning surprise at seeing her there. There was a brief conversation in Dutch. Then there was a close-up of Tina’s heavily made-up face as she said ...
    something in a seductive voice. “What does that mean?” I asked. “It’s my job to provide good service.” This could only mean one thing. In next to no time the man had his cock in Tina’s mouth. Soon she was being manhandled and bundled all across the room, fucked in every conceivable position, but without any part of her uniform coming off. Inevitably the whole thing ended with Tina receiving a huge load of cum all over her face. The clip ended with a close-up of her face running with sperm as she said something else in Dutch. “Which means?” I asked. “I hope I performed to your satisfaction, sir,” my wife said. Then she threw her arms around me. “Oh darling, I’m so sorry you had to find about this.” “Perhaps it was inevitable,” I replied holding her tight. We sat like that for a while, then, I asked, because I had to, “So how many videos do you think Lulu has of you?” My wife leaned back, looking slightly embarrassed. “This is going to sound terrible,” she said. “But if she’s kept them all, we’re talking four figures.” “Four figures?” I exclaimed, losing my calm slightly. “20 years,” my wife said softly. “At least one shoot a week. It was what I had instead of a boyfriend or a husband.” There was renewed silence. I didn’t know what the correct response was. But then life and age and experience have taught me that there’s no such thing as a normal or a correct response. Everyone is different; everyone reacts in their own unique way. We’d been happily married for nine years, and enjoyed ...
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