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Dirty Little Secrets 2: One Step Leads To Another

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

I have Mark in mind as I speak, though I stare at the camera. I feel clammy between my thighs. I wonder if my secret admirer has his cock out yet. I imagine he has. I slide my hand up and down the nylon, imagining it’s Mark touching me. I don’t know how to explain to myself that I’m thinking of a man other than my husband, but I’m already beyond such concerns. “Touch me, kiss me,” I say. I hear the yearning in my voice, the words slipping out as more of a moan than anything. One hand still on my leg, I touch my neck with my other hand. “Kiss me there,” I breathe, pointing. “Make me want you!” Remembering that I’m supposed to be doing this for John, I add, “Make me want you more than I ever have before.” Stroking my leg, I run the other hand down an arm. “Kiss me,” I murmur. “Kiss my neck and my arms. Push your lips against my skin.” It occurs to me that I’ve never actually seen Mark’s mouth, but in my mind I know it’s the most kissable mouth there is. Apart from John’s, of course. “Kiss me,” I murmur again. “Let your kisses drive me wild with desire.” I’d like to say more, to be able to put words to the way my body is feeling, but I’m defeated. I point to a spot on the nylon and giggle. “Would you like to kiss me there? I’d like it if you kissed me there.” I stroke the nylon some more and let out a long moan. The moan says more than words, after all. “Where else would you like to touch me? Where else would you like to kiss me?” I stare into the camera for the benefit of my ... husband, sliding my tongue across my lips. In my head I hear Mark’s voice, nervous and tense and remember yesterday’s exchange. I imagine him outside and hear myself purr slightly. “Would you like to kiss my stomach?” I giggle. “I’d like it if you kissed my stomach.” One hand rests on latticed nylon as the fingers on the other fiddle with the bottom button of the dress. Slowly I work my way up, undoing enough buttons to finally reveal my stomach. As I work, the dress comes apart. I keep my legs crossed, but on the screen I can see how I’m giving a glimpse of crotchless tights and red knickers. I circle my belly-button with a fingertip. “Would you like to touch me there?” I coo. “Would you like to kiss me there?” Then I point to a spot where black nylon gives way to naked flesh. “Or would you like to kiss me there?” I giggle. “You can touch and kiss me wherever you like. I won’t say no.” I redden as I realise that I’ve just more or less offered myself to Mark, even though I’m staring at the camera for the benefit of my husband. If Mark takes it literally where he’s standing, outside the window, holding his erection, then I’m in trouble. Because I don’t want to cheat on John, do I? But in my head I can hear the sound of Mark ejaculating. I hope he isn’t doing so already, but given last night’s phone conversation, I at least know what he likes. “Do you want to kiss me there?” I breathe, pointing at my belly-button, “or there,” pointing at my thigh. I giggle, then say seductively, ...