1. Dirty Little Secrets 1: Performing For Two


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

    You love it when I’m your little cocksucker, don’t you?” My lips slide back down over the replica of John’s cock. My clit is swollen. Blood has rushed to my groin. I work my mouth briskly on the dildo, moaning on each downstroke. This will be a quick one. Just a quick one tonight. I rub myself hard as I slide my lips off the dildo. I have just one more thing to say. I stare into the camera. “I want you to come,” I breathe. “I’m gonna come hard, and when I do, I want you to come in my mouth!” I stick the dildo back in my mouth. I can feel the climax building as my fingers continue their work. I look at the screen, but I don’t really see anything. All I know is that I’m coming closer and closer. I try to work my lips on the dildo, but I’m losing concentration fast. I clench my lips round the replica of John’s cock as I come. I’d be crying out otherwise. Instead I’m moaning at the back of my throat. As I do, I could swear I hear a grunt through the window I’ve left ajar. I take a few seconds to get my breath back, then I look into the camera. “Yummy! I love it when you come in my mouth and give me so much to swallow.” I pause. “That’s it for this evening, but tomorrow there’ll be a special performance in the living room.” I blow the camera a kiss and stop the recording. I don’t always watch the recording before I send it, but tonight I do. I need to make sure that there’s no other sound on there. I’m sure I heard a grunt from outside when I came, but there’s nothing on the ...
    recording. Relieved, I type an account of my day and tell my husband how much I miss him before attaching the video and pressing send. This evening I have a small glass of wine before I go to bed. I sit in the living room in just my still wet panties and think about things. To be perfectly honest, I could go another round, but decide it’s better to save up for tomorrow, now that I’ve promised a special performance. Yes, performing for my husband is exciting, but I have a dirty little secret too. The thing is that I’m not just performing for my husband. I have a secret admirer too, one who stands outside the window, a peeping tom, watching me. He’s not always there, but most evenings he is, and even when he isn’t, he’s always there in my imagination. Tonight he must have been very turned on to grunt audibly like that. I mean I could be imagining things, but I’m sure I’m not. This is going to sound very bad, but the truth is that I’m actually more excited by the knowledge that my secret admirer came imagining me sucking on his cock than that my husband surely will. Oh dear, this sounds very bad indeed, doesn’t it? But don’t worry, I don’t have any intention of actually cheating on John. Privately, I call my secret admirer Algernon, because I could never actually get physical with a man with such a name. Does that sound shallow? It does, doesn’t it? It’s like The Importance of Being Earnest or something. But that’s how I know I’ll never cheat on John, even if I enjoy performing for ...
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