1. Dirty Little Secrets 1: Performing For Two


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

    need to draw things out. “Don’t you wish that was your cock?” I say. “Don’t you wish that was your big hard cock in my hot, hungry hole? Fucking me?” As I speak, I’m thinking of Algernon. I’m thinking of him out there, with his big hard cock in his hand, wanking as he watches, trying to control himself so that he doesn’t come until I come. And afterwards, he’ll leave a spunk-filled condom for me to find. It’s disgusting, but right now the only thing that would be hotter than that were if he would actually enter the room and take charge of me, stuff his hard cock… What am I thinking? That can never be. I work the dildo back and forth, hearing the delicious noise as it goes its slippery way, aided by lube and pussy juice. There’s a lot pussy juice. “Fuck me!” I moan. “Take me! Fuck me! I want your big hard cock inside me!” Fortunately, Algernon seems to understand that this is not meant to be taken literally. There’s no evidence of him being there at all, but I know he is. I force myself to think of John, or rather force myself to think of the kind of woman he might stray with. Those women no doubt have all kinds of kinky tricks up their sleeves. I keep the dildo buried in my pussy and grab the lube with my other hand. My aim isn’t good, and some of it goes over my buttocks, but enough ends up on my rosebud. I smear lube over my skin before attending to the smaller hole. Normally I’m a bit dubious about this. I don’t mind a finger or two, but I would never let John stick his ...
    cock in there. This evening… What can I say? This evening I’m a totally different person. There’s so much lube, two fingers slide into my back passage before I hardly know what’s happening. I moan out loud. I find it hard to work up a rhythm, or even to move the dildo and my fingers at the same time. It probably looks a little ungainly. On the other hand I don’t imagine that either my husband or my secret admirer minds. “Aaaahhhh!” I gasp. “Tell me, which of my hot, horny holes would you rather fuck?” I must be crazy. What if John assumes I will let him fuck me back there when he comes home? What if Algernon takes it as a direct invitation right this moment? But I can’t help myself. I’ve never felt like this before. “My hot, horny holes want your cock. Both of my hot, horny holes do.” I drive the two fingers right the way into myself. Working the red dildo, I realise that the thing is not going to satisfy me tonight. Still, I have other plans. I push the dildo right the way in and hold it there, moving my fingers to and fro in my back passage instead. “Which hole do you want?” I breathe. “Which of my hot, horny holes do you want to stick your cock in? They’re both ready and willing. Both ready and willing to be fucked hard.” I’m shocked by my own words. I can’t believe I’m saying it, far less meaning it. If Algernon were to cross the threshold right now and put his cock where my fingers are, I wouldn’t say no. If John were here and wanted to fuck my arse, I’d let him. How can ...
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