1. Dirty Little Secrets 1: Performing For Two


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

    sound like a really terrible person, don’t I? There are plenty of really exciting things you can do that don’t require size. Honestly. I know that sounds like a cliché, but I have had boyfriends who did marvellous things with very little. Just think of me as a terrible woman who’s shallow enough to have a fetish about size.) Anyway, I’ve visited the shop enough times to know most of the staff, and the woman behind the counter gives me a crooked little smile. “You might need some lube with this,” she says, holding up the dildo. “That’s my experience, at any rate.” “Thanks for the heads up,” I smile, and take her advice, adding a bumper sized tube to my purchases. Back home I’m too excited to eat much. I busy myself with small tasks, like watering the plants and tossing junk mail in the bin unopened, but time can’t pass quickly enough for me. Come the hour, I shall perform for Algernon and John. The thought is enough to keep me at a low level of arousal until half past eight, when I decide it’s time for preparations. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I do feel a little guilty. I feel guilty because a part of me is more excited by Algernon’s presence than by my performance being viewed by my husband. But I can’t help it. The first time I became aware that someone was watching me, it immediately fed into a fantasy I’d had from about the third or fourth time I recorded a video for John. I trust John, of course I do, but things happen, and men can lose all powers of ...
    judgement. What if John showed the videos to someone; a work colleague, or work colleagues, plural? He’d do it because he was proud of having such a hot, beautiful, sexy wife, of course. It would be a compliment of sorts, even if it would also be wrong of him. Could I be sure he wouldn’t do that? It was a worry, but more than that the thought excited me. I began to fantasize about being seen or watched by more than just John. I mean, I would never suggest it to him, far less actually do it (except for Algernon, but it wasn’t as if I’d invited him – he’d just showed up somehow). When I first sensed that someone was watching, I told myself I was imagining things, but at the same time it got me incredibly aroused. John remarked on that video that he’d never seen me act so wild. That’s why I did nothing to discourage Algernon. On the contrary, once I was sure there really was someone there, I couldn’t help but… not encourage it exactly, but… No, encourage was exactly what I did, in spite of there being obvious risks involved. Oh dear. Now I sound both immoral and stupid. Well, so be it. I’ve promised I’ll be in the living room this evening. I position the laptop first. I should really buy a stand-alone camera, but so far this system has worked just fine. I place the laptop on the floor, facing away from the window. It must always face away from the window, just in case some shadow or something should reveal Algernon to John. I open one of the French windows. They open up onto a ...
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