1. Dirty Little Secrets 1: Performing For Two


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

    patio. At this time of year, the light inside is just about beginning to reflect back off the windows. If I were to look, I might catch sight of Algernon, but I never do. I don’t want John to see me and wonder what I’m looking at. Once that is done, I go to the bedroom, change out of my clothes and into my new purchase. No underwear this evening, just the transparent black dress, which barely stretches far enough to cover the naughty bits when I’m standing. I put on high heels. I don’t care that people say you shouldn’t wear them, that they’re not good for you. As far as I’m concerned, as long as you don’t wear them all the time, it’s alright. Besides, men adore women who wear high heels, and tonight I absolutely and unconditionally want to be adored. I am Algernon’s wank fantasy and I am determined to surpass myself. (I blush at the thought while I redo my make-up, making sure my lips are nice and glossy and blood red.) I take the lube and the new dildo and one of my old ones, a red one that always feels very comfortable, just to have comfort ahead of this new monster, which is making me a little nervous. I take the items into the living room and put them on the table. There are still ten minutes to go. I don’t know if Algernon is there already, but I want to make sure I don’t start without him, and spend those minutes in the kitchen, trying to control my nerves and my lust. At nine o’clock on the dot I return to the living room. I bend over, activate the camera and hit ...
    record. I refuse to look at the windows. On the screen I can see my feet in those towering shoes, then more of my legs as I back up. The hem of my dress comes into view, then my stomach, my breasts (swollen nipples are easily glimpsed through thin fabric), and finally my face. This isn’t the greatest set-up, but it will have to do. At least now John can see all of me. I look at the laptop and smile. “Good evening,” I say. “Here I am. Do you like the way I look?” I run my hand over the top half of my body, paying especial attention to my sensitive nipples, and making my veiled breasts dance. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I’m already so horny I can hardly stand.” I feel embarrassed. I told you I wasn’t much good at dirty talk, and I’m hot all over thinking about what I’m about to say next. “I’m here to be your little wank fantasy. I want to make you hard.” I give a little giggle. “Though I’d be very disappointed if your big cock isn’t nice and hard already. I want you to stroke your big hard cock as you watch me, and I want you to cum when I cum.” I can feel myself blushing. The bit about being a wank fantasy was directed at Algernon, though I’m looking at the computer. I never mention John by name, because I don’t want to turn Algernon off uttering someone else’s name. Oh dear, that sounds terrible, as if I’m thinking more about my secret admirer than my husband. The thing is, that it doesn’t hurt to perform as if I don’t really know John, as if he isn’t my husband. ...
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