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


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

    he chooses to stand outside my window watching me perform. The thought scares me a little. Not because I find him creepy in any way, but because every new thing I learn about him makes me like him a little more. I keep the laptop on and move it into the bedroom. I stand it on the foot of the bed as I always do, but angle it slightly. I take a chair and test the position, until I find the right camera angle in relation to the chair. I take a purple dildo out of the drawer and place it on the bed. Finally I make sure that the window’s ajar. That’s all the preparation I need, and it’s still only eight o’clock. At a loose end, I check myself out in the mirror again. I look good enough to fuck, and my pussy tingles at the thought. The next hour passes at a snail’s pace. I have no inclination to do anything but consider my upcoming performance. Though it’s designed for and inspired by the man I now know as Mark, it satisfies my initial purpose for performing like this. I don’t want John straying, going to some strip club or worse over there in Seattle. And so I endeavour to be the kind of woman I’m afraid might tempt him… Oh, I trust John, but these things happen, as I know only too well given my own behaviour of late. At last, nine o’clock rolls around. I enter the bedroom punctually, going over to the laptop and initiating the recording. At first all that can be seen of me is a mass of red. As I back up, my nylons come into view, then gradually more of me, until I sit down on the ...
    chair and can see myself from head to toe on the screen. I look at the camera, feeling Mark’s presence outside, but well aware that I must avoid looking at the window at all costs. “Good evening,” I say, sliding fingertips over black, latticed nylon. “I hope you like the look of me. I hope you’re satisfied with my appearance.” There’s no doubt in my mind that John will be hugely turned on, and he hasn’t even seen my underwear yet. After all, I know what he likes. I also do my best to act the kind of woman I’m afraid he might stray with while he’s abroad, if he ever did. I have an idea that there are places where women sit, just like this, lined up, doing their best to arouse men’s interest. I don’t want to be too vulgar about this, but every man loves a good slut, don’t they? That’s why I continue to tease nylon just below the hem of the dress and say, “I want to satisfy you. Your satisfaction is my pleasure.” I frown inwardly, but outwardly I smile at the camera. I still don’t think I’m good with the dirty talk. Fortunately I have my inspiration outside the window. I stare into the camera and recall hearing Mark ejaculate over the phone. It brings a huge smile to my face, and I’m shocked to see how brothel-worthy I look, as if my job is to be an object of desire and to provide satisfaction. “Do you want to touch me?” I ask, sliding a full hand across the nylon. “I’d like it if you were to touch me. Just the thought makes me go all gooey inside.” I’m only too well aware that ...
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