1. Dirty Little Secrets 8: On Display


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

    enter in the company of their partners. Inside everything is nice and orderly and spacious. I know that Catherine comes here to buy new items to use in her vidoes, but I had no idea she was on first-name terms with staff. “Catherine!” a woman exclaims as we enter. “Good to see you!” She comes up to us, her name tag identifying her as Sandra. “So you’ve brought the husband to see?” “See what?” I say, extending a hand. “I’m John, by the way.” Sandra shakes my hand and says her own name, but her attention is on Catherine. “He doesn’t know?” “No,” Catherine says. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” Feeling at a disadvantage in all of this, I decide to let things unfold. “You’ve timed it just right,” Sandra says, head turned as she leads us to the centre of the shop floor. “The thing’s on a half hour loop, but you should be on in about two minutes.” She’s gesturing towards a screen mounted on what I assume is a supporting pillar. The suggestion, the implication of what she’s said isn’t lost on me, but I can’t quite bring myself to believe it. Catherine stands right up close, smiling at me, taking my hand. I’m about to see something, but exactly what, I don’t know. For the moment, a woman is on screen, holding up various dildos and talking. The sound is down so low I can’t hear what she’s saying, though there is a text at the bottom of the screen advertising the various products. And then she’s there, on screen, my wife, if indeed on-screen, performing Catherine is the same person ...
    as my wife. I recognise her instantly, though if she wasn’t my wife, if I hadn’t seen so many of her performances, if it wasn’t for the sybian being positioned where it always is, I don’t think I would. I think I’m gaping. There Catherine is, on the screen, dressed in her navy blue, cupless corset, black stockings, crotchless panties and high heels. Her face is largely concealed. Not by the mask I bought her, to see if it lent her anonymity. No, by a black hood with holes for eyes, nostrils and mouth. Once again I experience that strange sense of dislocation. The woman on the screen, my wife, is standing next to me, yet it’s as if it isn’t the same woman. But it is the same woman, of course it is, and I reach out to touch her behind, grabbing a fistful. Catherine turns her head and smiles, giving me a peck on the cheek. “Keep it decent, you two,” Sandra says, with a smile in her voice. “This is a respectable establishment.” I squeeze Catherine’s arse a little harder, whispering in her ear, “I want to stick my hand straight up your skirt, you naughty thing.” Catherine keeps on smiling, a little embarrassed, but not by much. On-screen Catherine is exuding such immense sexual arousal it’s scarcely credible. The three of us watch as she grinds down on the sybian, hands all over her own body, paying especial attention to her ripe breasts and erect nipples. Another couple appear, standing off to one side. They too stand and watch my wife up there on the screen, her loud moans just ...
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