1. Dirty Little Secrets 4: First Time


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    whatever the need is I fulfil. I never watch when her husband is home. I’m afraid I’ll feel jealous. I don’t want it to get complicated. I just want to be able to be grateful for what I get, every other week. As I walk to the station, I’m consumed with anticipation. This is a new development. Previously we’ve only ever met at the house. Yesterday I went over and sat in the chair Catherine provides for me and wanked off while she performed in front of her laptop, emptying my balls into the tumbler she also provides. It was an ordinary session. (Always depending on your definition of ordinary, I suppose.) But ten days ago, she said we’d become better acquainted, and I’m thrilled at what she might have in mind, though I have no idea. I daren’t even speculate. She said it right after she encouraged me to cum on her tits and rubbed my spunk into them. She’s a very kinky lady, is Catherine, and I’d be happy just to watch her. The thought that she might have something more in mind is mind-blowing. I find the blue Renault easily enough. She’s backed into the parking space, so she sees me coming long before I open the passenger door. “Hello, Mark,” she says, as I get in the front next to her. “You’re looking smart today.” I realise that Catherine hasn’t seen me in my best bib and tuck before. She’s only seen me in the sweats I wear when I sneak over to her place, so as to blend into the dusk on the walk there and back. “Work suit,” I explain superfluously as my eyes are attracted to ...
    the camcorder sitting in her lap. Catherine sees me looking and smiles. “I felt like trying something new,” she says. “As a little experiment.” “What, here?” I say, aghast at the thought of her performing in the station car park. There may not be many people up this end, but it is still a public place. “Well, sort of,” Catherine says. She hands me the camera. “Are you OK with filming me?” “Of course,” I say, taking the camera from her. My heart is beating. I still don’t know what this is about, but I’m not about to ask questions. “Just don’t say anything, and make sure you don’t end up in the film yourself,” she says. This is how things work. Catherine does as she pleases, and I’m happy to go along with it. “Not a word from now on,” I promise. The machine isn’t complicated, and recording commences immediately. Catherine smiles as I aim the camera at her. She looks around, and having satisfied herself that there’s no-one around to see, she begins to pull her dress up. It’s a white dress with a swirly pattern that now slides up, revealing more and more black nylon as it goes. The nylon is soon revealed as tights. But they are tights with a difference. Catherine has made a hole in the crotch. A hole just large enough for her to be able to fit a dildo. A dildo which I have no doubt is lodged firmly inside her, though it fits so snugly in the hole that everything on the inside of her tights is totally hidden from view. The device is purple and quite slim, with a metallic sheen and ...
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