1. Dirty Little Secrets 3: Inviting Him In


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

    it will do to me, but being the kind of woman who’s excited by size, I’m determined to feel it inside me, even if I have to force myself down on it. I sit virtually naked in the kitchen, sipping tea and asking myself if I really want to go through with what I’ve planned. But ‘want’ has nothing to do with it now. It’s only a question of what I know will be. There’s no stopping anything now. As usual, I stay away from the living room after eight. I don’t know exactly when Mark arrives, but I know that when I enter the living room on the stroke of nine, he’ll be sitting there in the chair, an expectant, appreciative look on his face, and his thick manhood pointing at the ceiling. I’m expectant too. I love making my entrance, seeing the look in his eyes as he surveys my body. This evening I stride in, wearing just my heels, the stockings and suspenders, the crotchless panties. I feel like a strip club hussy with nothing to strip out of. In the past the thought would have horrified me. Now I revel in the way Mark’s eyes widen as he gets his first sight of me. “Wow!” he exclaims. I smile and jiggle my boobs as I walk across to the table. His eyes follow me as I take the little bottle of oil. My body is already glowing with anticipation and desire. My nipples are hard, my pussy wet. I take the bottle and continue my walk, behind the laptop, coming to a halt just in front of Mark. “Stand up,” I say. He has no idea what I have in mind, but he looks happy, as if he senses something ...
    special. When he’s on his feet, I turn, standing right in front of him. I hold the bottle upside down and squeeze. A generous helping of oil finds its way onto my rack. (Did I really call my bosom a rack? What’s happening to me?) “Massage my breasts,” I breathe. I hear Mark catch his breath. But in no time his hands are reaching round from behind. My nipples swell some more against the palms of his hands as he does as I’ve told him, rubbing the oil into my ripe bosom. His erection nudges my bottom as he stands there. I don’t want to cheat on John, but if I hadn’t crossed the line before, I’ve well and truly crossed it now. For two pins I’d get down on all fours and let Mark take me right now. No, I must stick to the plan. His hands rub and squeeze and fondle as he massages the oil into my breasts, which burn with a fever I hadn’t anticipated. I feel his hot breath against my neck as he whispers, “Catherine, you’re amazing!” I grow rigid. I haven’t told him my name. What if he is some creep who’s been… I don’t know… Stalking me…? “How do you know my name?” I ask sharply. Mark’s hands stop moving. “The sign,” he says uncertainly. “By the front door.” Of course! The sign. WELCOME TO JOHN AND CATHERINE. The outer declaration of marital bliss and fidelity. Yet here I stand in my husband’s and my living room with my not-so-secret-anymore admirer’s hands on my breasts, unable to do anything other than deliver some more oil. “Rub it all over!” I breathe. “Make me ready to perform!” I’m ...
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