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


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

    on the stroke of nine. It’s an unspoken agreement between myself and my secret admirer. The show always starts at nine on the dot. Oh dear, that makes me sound very wicked. It makes me sound like a strip club hussy. I feel ashamed. I blush. Perhaps I’m not so very different from the girls who work in such places, even if I only ever perform for two men. I try to vary my performances. Sometimes I use only my fingers, but tonight I place three dildos on the bed. I don’t know if I’ll use them all – I certainly won’t use them all at once – but at least they’re there. The window is slightly ajar, so that my secret admirer can hear me, as I perform for him. And for John, of course. I know how that sounds. Don’t get me wrong. I love performing for my husband like this, giving him a show for him to watch in his lonely hotel room. But the awful, shameful truth is that the greatest thrill comes from knowing there’s a young man outside, watching. I know he’s young because I’ve seen him. Once. He looked like a thug, dressed in sweats and with his face almost entirely obscured by a hoodie. He wasn’t what I’d imagined, and he gave me quite a fright at first. But he’s never troubled me, or tried to touch me or anything. He just watches, so I’m prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt. I used to call him Algernon, but he’s definitely not an Algernon, and now I don’t know what to call him. It’s nine o’clock. I hit record and talk to the camera. I talk about how horny I am and what my ...
    needs are. I toy with my cleavage with one of the dildos. I tease the tip of the dildo with my tongue. I slide my hands over my body. I run my hands up and down my stockinged thighs. I spread my legs and tease the insides of my thighs. I bring my face up close to the camera and suck hard on the dildo I have that’s a replica of John’s cock. I writhe on the bed, moaning loudly and touching myself everywhere. I announce how horny I am. I say filthy things. But I don’t touch my pussy until I’ve worked myself up so that I know it will only take a few minutes. I’m slick and wet when I spread my legs and slide one of the dildos inside myself. For good measure I tuck one of the other dildos between my breasts, which are still held in place by the corset. John has an underwear fetish, and loves me to keep garments on as much as I can, even if I don’t reveal any nipple that way. I shove the dildo back and forth, and when I can feel that it’s almost, almost time, I get up on all fours in front of the camera. I stand the replica of John’s cock upright and reach back with my other hand to stroke my clit. “Cum for me,” I breathe. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Give me your hot, creamy load!” I’m embarrassed by my own words, but I’m too worked up to care. With the replica dildo in my mouth, I rub myself until I explode with all the pent up lust I’ve been fighting to hold back all day. By the time I send the clip to John, it’s almost four in the afternoon in St. Louis. In a couple of hours he ...