1. Dirty Little Secrets 8: On Display


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    comes together suddenly. She is my wife and not my wife; the woman I love, yet also a body to be used, a body I’ve seen used by a young man. She is my wife, but she’s also a fantastical creature who has just told me I can do whatever I like if I let her cum. And she’s cumming now. Her body’s heaving. Suddenly I’m ripping off the hood. Catherine’s eyes are shut, but her mouth is open, wailing and wailing. I wank my cock furiously, shoving the helmet up against her face. The orgasm carries on, seemingly never-ending as the vibrators vibrate and her face becomes a canvas onto which I splash my seed. “Please!” she gasps. “Turn them off! It’s too much!” I do as she says. My wife sits there breathing heavily in her post-orgasmic state, thick splodges of ejaculate glazing her skin, sliding slowly down her cheeks, coating her lips, dripping from her chin. I can’t remember ever seeing anything like it. It is of course impossible to send the video to Sandra. The following evening we try again, ending up with some much milder, but very sexy imagery of Catherine posing in her new gear before she lies on the bed with the vibrators in place, arms and legs stretched out and bound together with bondage tape, with a nice big climax at the end. Catherine e-mails the footage to Sandra, who soon gets back to her. “It’s everything I hoped it would be.” This response excites us both. For a while I put the thought of Catherine’s affair to one side, enjoying the thrill of this other adventure. ...
    Then, on the Thursday, I’m leaving work in the company of Dave from Sales and Marketing. We’re standing in the lobby chatting about this and that when I catch sight of someone. It’s someone I’ve never met, though clearly we work for the same company, but who I am sure I recognize only too well. “Any idea who that is?” I ask, pointing without making it obvious. Dave takes a few seconds to think. “Young kid,” he says, as if I can’t see that. “Works in the media department, I think. Can’t remember his name.” Heart beating, I say, “Looks ordinary enough. Probably a Mark or something.” “That’s it!” Dave snaps his fingers. “Mark! I remember now! Someone told me he was one too watch! Can’t think who now.” Yes, I think. He’s one to watch, and I have watched him. I’ve been sent clips of him buck naked behind my wife with his thick cock buried deep inside her. I’ve seen his sperm jet out over her firm breasts and bubble out onto her face. I’ve seen his face between her thighs as she screams orgasmically. Is it merely a coincidence that he works for the same company, or is there something going on of which I’m not aware? I don’t feel any animosity, because somehow the woman in the clips still seems as if she’s not quite my wife, even though it patently is Catherine. In one way I feel elated. Now I at least have a little more information. What I want to know now is who Chase I. Tyturp is, and how he’s gotten hold of the clips. Is it Mark himself sending them? But why would he do that? To ...
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