1. Giving The Wife What She Wants


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    you, birthday boy, don’t you want a feel of Slutface?” The last bit was clearly aimed at Pete; silent, passive, bewildered Pete. Yes, it was easy to feel sorry for him, but if Kim thought this charade was necessary, that was how it must be. I gave Kim’s boobs an extra squeeze and whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you get down all fours, lovely.” Kim giggled in a way she never did otherwise; part playful innocent, part experienced professional. “Your wish is Slutface’s command,” she said. Down on all fours, Kim proceeded to back up towards Pete. When she was within touching distance, she said, “Am I what you wanted? I ‘ope I am. I’ve been lookin’ forward to this.” As she spoke, Kim looked up at me with wanton eyes. The strange thing was that Pete was looking at me too, as if asking my permission. I didn’t know why. She was his wife, after all. But clearly there was nothing to be gained from acquiescing in his hesitancy. “Don’t be shy,” I said. “Inspect her. The whore’s costing me enough. Might as well get our money’s worth, eh?” The look on Kim’s face was priceless. Fancy that, I thought, feeling stupid for not realising earlier that this little charade was designed to satisfy another of Kim’s little fantasies; being paid for sex. Thankfully Pete seemed to have overcome his initial gobsmacked hesitancy. He leaned forward and roamed Kim’s dress with his hands where it fit snugly across her bottom. When he lifted it, I moved round to get a better look. I saw Kim’s round, fleshy ...
    buttocks appear, with just a strip of thong between them. Pete was stroking, but I bent over to give Kim’s near side buttock a hard slap. As Kim gave a little yelp which was more pleasure than pain, I said, “So what makes you so special, Slutface?” “Eh?” Kim said. “The agency said you were the best little whore they had to offer. What is it about you that’s so special?” Both Pete’s hands were roaming Kim’s buttocks as she said, “I love my job. I love suckin’ and fuckin’.” I patted her stockings where the fifty pound notes were visible through the nylon. “And getting paid a fucking fortune for it, I bet,” I said. “Oh my customers always get their money’s worth,” Kim said smoothly. “I bet they do,” I said, darting in between Pete’s hand movements to administer a new slap. “Any limits?” “The customer’s always right,” Kim said. “You can use Slutface any way you like. The kinkier you get, the more I like it!” Pete was still doing little more than fondling Kim so I straddled her, facing Pete, and reached down to pull her buttocks apart, revealing how the thong had its work cut out to cover her pussy lips. “Stick your fingers in her twat,” I said. “See if you reckon she’s a shaggable little whore.” Pete looked a bit embarrassed to tell you the truth, but he did as I said, pulling the thin strip of material out and fidgeting fingers into Kim, who gave a little gasp. Then she gave that little giggle. “Well,” she said, “is Slutface a shaggable little ‘ore?” Pete swallowed, but remained ...
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