1. Dirty Little Secrets 1: Performing For Two


    Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    I know he’s there, even if he isn’t. What I mean is that I can never know if he’s there, but he’s so real in my mind that he’s always there when I perform. Oh dear, I’m not explaining this very well, am I? It’s like this. My husband, John, spends every other working week abroad. I’ve never had any reason to imagine that he’s been anything other than completely faithful to me, but at the same time I’m a realist. I know that things can happen, that temptation can ensnare. Where does that line come from, the one about the flesh being weak? It’s perfectly true, of course. I’m not naïve enough to imagine that anyone is immune to temptation. That’s why I began doing it. That’s why I began performing for my husband. Sometimes I can do it in real time, but mostly the time difference prevents that. This week, for example, John is in Singapore. When it’s evening here, it’s the middle of the night there; and when it’s evening there, it’s the middle of the working day here. But I perform anyway. Every evening I set the laptop up, mostly in the bedroom, but sometimes in other places, and I perform for my husband. Sometimes it’s just ten minutes, sometimes half an hour, but I make sure that every day he receives a video of me performing. I see it like this; if John is busy wanking over me, he’s not likely to seek company elsewhere. Oh dear, that does sound hard headed, doesn’t it? It sounds as if I’m casting aspersions on John’s ability to withstand temptation. That’s not the case. I ...
    enjoy performing for him, and I love the e-mails I get back telling me how turned on my husband was by my performance. It keeps the spark alive. The nature of the exchange is such that I become less a wife to John and more a… a camgirl. Does that sound terrible? It’s not; you should try it. Whenever John comes home it’s like we’ve only just met. He can’t wait to have me, and I can’t wait to have him. Take this evening, for instance. It’s Tuesday. I can’t tell you what I do for a living, but believe me, it’s been a day and a half. That’s another great thing about doing this; it’s a fantastic way to unwind. It’s nine o’clock when I place the laptop on the foot of the bed. This is by now a routine. Not the bed necessarily, but the time. It’s always nine o’clock when I begin. There’s a reason for that, just as there’s a reason why I’ve cracked the window open, which I’ll get to in a moment. Tonight I’m naked, save for a pair of silky black knickers. Normally I pay a lot of attention to what I wear, but this evening I just want to get down to business. I get on the bed and angle the screen. I’ve done this so many times that I know exactly what the best camera angle is. I hit record and lean back, legs spread. I slide a hand over my stomach and in under the hem of my panties. Well, I did say I wanted to get down to business. I make sure my head is resting on a good height of pillow so that I can keep an eye on the recording. I watch as my hand moves underneath the silky fabric and let ...
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