1. Dirty Little Secrets 1: Performing For Two


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

    I have an idea that hasn’t let me down yet, that if you don’t want your husband to stray, then when it comes to sex, you need to be the woman you’re most afraid he’d stray with, if you see what I mean. So when I perform for my husband, I try hard not to be his wife. The dirty little secret that I’m performing for two men really helps me feel like someone else, someone shameless and dirty. I walk slowly back to the computer until just my heels and ankles are visible on the screen, then I turn and get down on all fours. The dress is so short that I know that my pussy is on display. I know that when John gets to see this, my pussy will be there, smiling at him from between my thighs, with big, puffy lips. But when I crawl slowly away from the computer, I’m thinking of Algernon equally, of him standing outside with his big hard cock in his hand, how easy it would be for him to slip inside – the room and my pussy. The thought helps me get further into character. You see, the woman I’m most afraid my husband will stray with is a certain kind of woman. He goes to all these places, and my biggest fear is that he’ll visit some establishment or other. The kind of establishment were there are plenty of slutty women, all of them crawling about on all fours like this, ready to serve any man whose fancy is taken by them. So I crawl round on all fours, showing myself off from all sides. “Do you like what you see?” I ask. “I hope you do. I want you to like what you see. I want you to get ...
    big and hard watching me. I want you to stroke your cock. I want you to want me. I want you to want to do all manner of infamous things to me.” Where did that come from? I crawl up to the laptop and stare into the camera, licking my lips. “Would you like me to suck you dry?” I turn, poking my arse at the camera as I lower the top half of my body. I reach back, to pull myself open, to display my pussy, which has been waiting for this moment all day. I feel damp urgency against my fingers as I open wide. “Or would you rather have this? Would you rather slip your cock inside my molten pussy?” Where did that come from? I slide a finger inside, to illustrate, then I turn, clumsily, stare into the camera and suck on my finger, giving it a little lick before asking, “Do you want me? Are you stroking your big hard cock yet?” Then I crawl away, doing another tour of the room on all fours. I can’t be sure Algernon is out there, but I know he is. He’s so real in my mind that he can’t be anything else. “Stroke that big hard cock for me,” I breathe. “Stroke it! I’m so wet and horny for you, completely ready and willing. I could so use your big hard cock right now.” This isn’t just talk. I really am so worked up that I’m ashamed of myself. I’m ashamed because I know that if Algernon did enter the room, I wouldn’t be able to resist him. So I force myself to think of John. I crawl back to the laptop. I lean in so that my breasts fill the screen under that gauzy fabric. I tweak my nipples, my ...
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