1. Dirty Little Secrets 8: On Display


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

    approaching her climax. I don’t know if one or both of the women switch the vibrators on, but it doesn’t matter. I adore the sight of my wife’s chest heaving as she sits on the chair watching herself, moaning softly from the vibrations as she watches herself moaning and gasping her way to a climax on screen. The footage changes to the familiar one of my wife on the sybian. I still can’t believe how hot she looks up there, open to the gaze of customers, albeit mostly female customers. But again, it’s almost as if it’s not really my wife I’m watching, not until Sandra and/or Jez do something with the vibrators, attracting my attention back to real-life Catherine, who sits deliciously red-faced and squirming; embarrassed yet obviously more than aroused. I think of the anonymous videos I’ve been sent, about how my wife is having an affair behind my back, but by now this woman is hardly my wife, just an insatiable body being driven to the inevitable by remote control. “You could even sit Catherine by the products and invite the customers to use the controls,” I suggest. “Oh that would be so great!” Jez cries. “We could use a proper hood, so that she can’t see when someone’s about to buzz her,” Sandra suggests. Catherine gasps out loud, her legs pushed tightly together as she squirms on the chair, a loud humming from under her dress alerting me to why. The humming continues, with varying strength. Catherine stares at on-screen Catherine going wild on the sybian and bites her lip. ...
    “Better still,” Sandra says, “We could arrange special demonstration evenings. Let our special model here show the merits of lots of different products.” I don’t know if it’s the idea of this that makes Catherine let out a long, lusty moan, or if the vibrators are just getting the better of her, but I like the way her lips part and her eyes haze over with pre-orgasmic bliss. “Would that be women only or couples?” I ask. “I’d be happy with either,” Sandra says. I hear the humming under Catherine’s dress increase. Her eyelids are flickering, her tongue is out, licking her lips. Her body is moving, moving, moving, not uncontrollably but constantly in motion. “Or we could do a special one-off men only evening,” Jez chimes in. “For guys who want to treat their partners to something special.” “Oooooh!” Catherine cries out. She’s gasping in a way I don’t think I’ve heard before. The wicked shopkeepers stare at her, grinning happily. “Ooooh!” Catherine cries. “Oooooooooh!” Her voice goes up several octaves and her eyes seem to roll back into her head. Her body twists and shudders. I’ve definitely never seen her like this ever before, and it’s all I can do not to cream in my pants. When Catherine is in a fit state to walk again, Sandra takes us into her office. “I hope you didn’t mind us toying with you,” she says. “We didn’t mean any harm.” Catherine gives an embarrassed smile. “If I’d have wanted you to stop, I’d have said so,” she says. It comes out in a half-whisper. Sandra smiles. ...
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