1. Dirty Little Secrets 8: On Display


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

    the better. It would be good to have a shoot that really showed the fun a couple can have with these, which is why I’d be happy to do camera duties. I’m sure we can make it alluring without showing faces.” “It sounds very risky,” Catherine says. “Well,” Sandra shrugs. “There’s plenty of fun to be had in the home.” She gives a new wink. “Knock yourselves out and see how you feel afterwards.” She packs the things in a bag, which she hands to me. “I look forward to seeing the result,” she says. “Not half as much I’m looking forward to doing this,” I say. “Or doing me,” Catherine fills in, which astonishes me. That’s not a turn of phrase I’m accustomed to hearing from my wife, and certainly not in the presence of other people. Either this whole business is having a real effect on her, or her affair is. Whichever it is, I’m hugely aroused, even more so by the video of my wife playing once again as we exit the shop. It’s almost like an omen. “Would you mind driving?” Catherine asks once we’re back at the car. “Of course not. Any reason why?” Catherine glances down at the pavement. For a moment she seems unable to say anything. Then she whispers, “I need to touch myself.” It’s good to see that the woman who can tell her lover that she’s a “kinky cocksucker” can still experience a certain embarrassment. It’s also good to see that she is finding it hard to control herself. The car is of course no stranger to various shenanigans, but this is somehow different. I rummage in the bag, ...
    bringing out the handcuffs and ripping open the packaging. “What are you doing?” Catherine asks, looking a little shocked. “Get in the car,” I say, indicating the passenger side. When we’re safely in the car, Catherine begins to wind her seat down with one hand as she pulls on her dress with the other. Now it’s my turn to ask, “What are you doing?” “I told you,” Catherine breathes. “I need to touch myself.” I grab an arm. “Oh no you don’t!” I say. “You’ll save it for the camera.” “You try and stop me!” Catherine says. There’s no way I can if she really means it, but I rattle the handcuffs and say, “Lean forward and put your hands behind your back!” There’s a slight pause, as if my wife is thinking about it. Then she gives a wicked little grin. “Yes, officer,” she says. As I close the metal round her wrists, I wonder how it is that our conjugal games have never included this before. It’s just not something either of us has expressed an interest in. But now, as I lean across Catherine to pull the seat belt into place, squeezing her breasts as I do so, I feel a definite sense of satisfaction. Is it everything I’ve seen that causes me to feel this way? Am I in some obscure way trying to punish my wife for her adultery? Perhaps, but then is that not hypocritical given my own behaviour in the past, my secret threesome in Toronto and the times I’ve showed my wife’s videos to colleagues? And why punish her when those adulterous videos cause me such arousal? When the Catherine I see on ...
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