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


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

    “Or would you rather touch my breasts?” I bring my hands up to cup my boobs, giving a little squeeze. They’re already pushed together by the bra, though that fact is still hidden by the dress. “Ooooh!” I moan. “Do you want to touch my big, ripe, aching, sensitive breasts?” They are sensitive. The nipples swell as pleasure radiates out through my body. I giggle again. “Do you want to know a secret?” I ask. “If you touch my breasts, I won’t be able to control myself.” It’s no secret to John, of course, that I am very susceptible to mammary stimulation, but he’ll take it as all part of the roleplay. Slowly I undo the rest of the buttons, working my way upwards. I open the dress up to reveal my new bra, which squeezes and pushes my breasts into shapes I’d consider unnatural if I saw them in advertising. “Do you like what you see?” I say, looking at myself on the screen, and thinking that a man would have to be dead not to adore my cleavage, and the highly visible outline of nipple. I run my fingers over my breasts, giving a long, drawn-out moan as I do so. “Mmmmm,” I purr, cupping them. “Just the thought of you touching my breasts makes me so horny.” I giggle. “Would you like to kiss them?” My fingers find the swell of nipple and I pinch them through the fabric. “Would you like to suck on my big, hard, swollen nipples? They’re aching for you?” Remembering Mark’s spontaneous combustion at the thought of my breasts, I decide not to remove my bra. In any case, John, being such an ...
    underwear fetishist, he’ll love it if I keep the bra on. Sometimes I think it’s a shame to spend so much money on fuck-me clothes if you don’t keep them on. I slide my hands back down my body, stretching as I moan out loud. “Ooooh, touch me all over! Kiss me all over my body!” I begin pointing to random spots; stomach, ribcage, thigh, knee. “Touch me there! Kiss me there!” Then I giggle again. I don’t want Mark to cum too soon, but the thought of him renders me unable to help myself. I run my hands back up to my boobs and fondle them. “Touch my breasts!” I beg. “Kiss them, lick them, suck on them!” I concentrate hard on focusing on the camera. “Make me unable to control myself.” I giggle. “If you’re very good to me, I might let you do something special.” I moan out loud as I finger my nipples through the fabric. “Imagine it. Your big, hard, swollen cock between my soft, yearning breasts.” I only hope this hasn’t got Mark overexcited. I imagine him outside, holding his cock, wanking as he watches me. Waves of lust wash over me. I run my hands back down my body. “Touch me! Kiss me!” I urge. “Lick me all over!” Where did that last line come from? A song? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m too horny to draw this out much longer. My hands end up on the outsides of my thighs, on the latticed nylon. I uncross my legs slowly and part them, watching as every detail of the shape of my vulva is revealed, albeit through the deep red of my knickers. I moan as I slide my hands round to my ...