1. Dirty Little Secrets 2: One Step Leads To Another


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    I feel dreadfully wicked. It’s Monday, and John, my husband has left to work abroad for a week. As I’ve explained, he works alternate weeks abroad and alternate weeks in the UK. I’m always glad when John’s home, of course I am. I love my husband, and when he’s home everything is wonderful. So why do I feel this thrill now that he’s left for St. Louis in the United States? I feel this thrill because this evening I will perform. I love performing for my husband, but the time difference is six hours, which makes it impractical to do it live. So as I always do, I will perform in front of the camera, and send him the clip. But the wickedness doesn’t come from this exactly. The wicked part is the thrill that comes from knowing that as I perform for John, someone else will be watching; a secret admirer, a peeping tom, standing outside, witnessing my performance. I know it’s very wrong of me, but I can’t help it. When John’s home we have wonderful, spine-tingling sex, and yet the minute he’s gone, I feel a delicious, illicit thrill, knowing that shortly I will be performing for both John and my secret admirer. Time goes by so slow this Monday. It’s been over a week since I last performed in this way, and I can hardly wait. Oh, I perform my duties at work and smile at my colleagues, but behind the mask I am all barely restrained anticipation. In the middle of the day, I even contemplate sneaking off to the ladies’ room to… relieve some of the tension, but I don’t. I want everything ...
    pent up, so that when I get down to business, my performance really is something else. Then I have other moments. Moments when I know I should put a stop to this game. I know it isn’t right, shamelessly performing for this peeper as well as my husband. I should leave some message and draw the curtains, the way I draw the curtains when John is home and we find satisfaction together. I tell myself I’m not that kind of woman. The trouble is that events have shown me that I am that kind of woman. Not the kind who would ever cheat on her husband. Just the kind who enjoys someone other than her husband finding her desirable. The kind of woman who enjoys being watched as she pleasures herself. I know I shouldn’t do it, that I should exert some kind of self-control, but for whatever reason I’m unable too. Oh dear, that does make me sound very wicked, doesn’t it? I plan for John, by which I mean I choose what to wear with my husband in mind. Not that I know what my secret admirer would prefer. John has a thing about hold-ups, preferably black, so of course I indulge him. I have a black corset too, with frilly bits, which John says makes him want to devour my breasts whole. Yes, that’s it; the hold-ups and the corset, nothing else. Later in the week I’ll see to it that I’m a bit more adventurous, but for tonight, it will be more straightforward; in the bedroom on the bed. I position the laptop at the foot of the bed, ready to record my slightest movement. I make sure to start punctually, ...
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