1. Dirty Little Secrets 3: Inviting Him In


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

    wait. Besides, I want John to see my very first ride, and therefore I want Mark to be present to watch, because everything is heightened when he’s there. Oh dear, I really am beginning to sound like a sex maniac, aren’t I? I don’t think I am, but I am addicted to the thrill of these little games, as dangerous as they are, and even though one step keeps leading to another. I’ve been thinking about this all week, and I know that I’m about to take another step. First I prepare. I take the sybian, the stool and all of the attachments into the living room. I place the sybian on the floor in front of the bookcase, with the stool in front of it. The laptop goes on the floor too, the camera aimed at the sybian. I check the distance and angle, having to squat over the sybian for that, fighting off a renewed urge to give it a test spin. I fetch a chair from the kitchen, which I place two or three feet behind the laptop. Then I fetch a tumbler, which I stand next to the chair. With everything set, I return to the kitchen. One step leads to another, I know that so well. I wish I could stop taking the next step, but I know I can’t. I can’t fight the excitement involved in these games. My head warns me, and my body overrules my head. I make myself some more tea, feeling my body glow as I contemplate the evening. When I switch the phone on, there’s just the one message, and it’s recent. “When can I watch you again?” So Mark hasn’t tried to contact me while John’s been home. It’s ...
    comforting to know he seems to understand and accept the arrangement, to stay away during the weeks when John’s at home. I feel the butterflies in my stomach, along with the tingle further down that’s impossible to still. I take a sip of tea as I make the call, listening to the tones. It only takes three before he answers. “Hello.” He sounds nervous, as always. “Hello,” I say, making my voice soft and hopefully slightly seductive. “I’ll be performing this evening at nine.” In all honesty, I probably sound as nervous as him. “I want you to come.” He gives a little chuckle, so I know he’s understood the double entendre . It’s the first time I’ve heard my secret admirer laugh. “I’ll be there,” he says. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He sounds a little more self-assured in spite of the nervous tension in his voice. Maybe that’s good, maybe it will lead to goodness knows where. I take a deep breath. I need to make things clear in no uncertain terms. “I’ve made arrangements,” I say. “There doesn’t seem much point in you lurking outside anymore.” Mark draws in breath, and I rattle on. “I’ve placed a chair in the living-room, just inside the French windows for you to sit on. Shortly before nine, I want you to enter by the French windows, undress completely and sit down on the chair. By the chair is a receptacle for you to use when you ejaculate. I don’t want you to make a sound. It’s very important that you don’t make a sound. Once the performance is over, I want you to get dressed and ...
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