1. Dirty Little Secrets 3: Inviting Him In


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

    leave the same way you came. Is that alright for you?” I hate the way I couldn’t resist the tag question. It makes it sound like a negotiation, which it isn’t. But Mark says quietly, “Whatever you say.” His quiet acceptance of the terms makes me soften a little. “I hope you’ll enjoy the show. I’ll try to make it special for you.” Special for Mark rather than for John; what’s becoming of me? “It’s always special,” he says, which makes me go hot all over. “See you at nine then.” “I’ll be there.” As soon as the call’s broken, I wonder for the umpteenth time what I’m doing. Then I capitulate. There’s no way of stopping this now. I return to the living room and check the positioning of the sybian, the laptop and the chair, rearranging them slightly. With time on my hands I pick out clothes and prepare a lunchbox for work tomorrow. As always seems to be the case these days, the most mundane of tasks is accompanied by a hot flush of excitement, my body knowing that heightened pleasure is never far away. At half past eight I change. John has a clothing fetish, so I’ve decided that this first time on the sybian, I will wear nothing but a loose fitting, calf length dress. By that I mean nothing underneath, and I will keep the dress on. Everything will be concealed but my face, which will reveal the effect this new toy has on me. I remember the video I sent John of just my face as I pleasured myself, and how he delighted in the expressions of rapture, culminating in my “orgasm face”, ...
    as he likes to call it. I hope this will be similar. I purposely stay away from the living room until the stroke of nine. When I enter, Mark is seated on the chair, stark naked, exactly as ordered. He smiles at me. It’s the first time I’ve seen his face, and it’s nowhere near as menacing without the hoodie. There’s a shock of blonde hair, and eyes that look kind, rather than piercing. He’s not conventionally handsome or muscular, but perfectly acceptable, with his young body and very kissable mouth. Moreover, he is already swollen with anticipation. I put a finger up to my lips, urging silence and he nods. The thrill of it overwhelms me. My legs almost buckle as I walk across to the laptop. This is wrong, all wrong, but I can’t help that. I have discovered needs I never knew I had. This evening I have decided not to do any preliminary talk. Having started the recording, I move back to the sybian. I’ve prepared the machine with just the clit pad to begin with, before I’m better acquainted with it. When I climb aboard, my dress conceals the sybian itself, just as it conceals my body. I position myself and lean forwards, using the little stool for support. I’ve placed the controls on it, and now I tentatively set the thing in motion – if that’s the right word. I watch myself on screen, feeling the ripple of soft vibrations. Yes, I think John will like the sight of me when he sees this. But the awful truth is that I’m more concerned about Mark, who is directly in my line of sight, ...
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