1. Dirty Little Secrets 3: Inviting Him In


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    It’s Sunday, six o’clock in the evening, and my husband John has just left for the airport. This week he’ll be working in Lucknow, India. As always, I’m feeling that illicit thrill that I always feel the moment he’s gone. I feel guilty too, because I’m already thinking of this evening, and how my secret admirer, Mark, will be here to watch me record the first of the week’s videos for John. I don’t know if he’ll be here, of course, but I feel sure he will. I take out my secret mobile phone, the old one that I now use exclusively to communicate with Mark. Not that I’ve switched it on this past week when John’s been home, but it’s there. I tremble slightly as I think of hearing Mark’s voice again. I can still remember as clear as anything how he ejaculated just from me saying how I wanted him to kiss my breasts and suck on my nipples. I blush as I remember my moment of madness as I leaned out of the window just over a week ago and grabbed his stiff cock, only for it to go off immediately. I shouldn’t have done that, but one thing keeps leading to another. I don’t want to cheat on John, but I suppose I already have, a little. I don’t know why. It’s not as if I’m not completely satisfied with John. I still have my husband’s taste in my mouth, since he had a few minutes to spare between packing and leaving for the airport. “You’re amazing,” he told me afterwards, by coincidence the same compliment I received from my secret admirer. “I’m so lucky to have a wife like you.” “And I ...
    couldn’t wish for a better husband,” I replied. As we kissed at the door, John said, “Enjoy your present.” There was a very definite gleam in his eye. That’s why I shall wait before I switch the phone on. I want to know what the present is. The big cardboard box has been standing in a corner of the kitchen all weekend. I’ve been instructed not to open it until I’m alone. I’m alone now, so I slice through the lid with a knife and remove the packaging. I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out with delight, even though there’s no one to hear me. My darling husband has bought me my dream toy. I’ve looked at it occasionally in the sex shop I sometimes visit, but never quite dared to take the plunge. I remove the contents from the box and spread them out on the kitchen table. My body tingles. I know John expects… Perhaps that’s the wrong word, it makes it sound as if he’s the kind of man who demands things of me, he’s not. But he certainly hopes that I will use it when I perform for him. Knowing me as he does, he’s probably quite sure I will use it. And he’s right. The sybian comes with a stool and a full complement of attachments. I read the instructions sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of tea. It all seems easy enough. One or two of the attachments look quite fearsome, but I’m sure I’ll use them all in due course. The excitement is coursing through my body. Part of me wants to give the thing a test run immediately, but I know that everything is better if I ...
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