1. Dirty Little Secrets 8: On Display


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

    screen hardly seems the same as Catherine, my wife? Why punish her when by recording a video to be displayed in that shop, she has gone some way to satisfying my desire to show off my incredibly sexy wife? We don’t say much on the way home. We don’t have to. There’s enough sexual tension in the car to create a fog. I refuse to release Catherine, making her walk through the connecting door into the bungalow and all the way to the bedroom still handcuffed. Only then do I liberate her. I empty the bags on the bed, taking the rolls of bondage tape, but leaving the clothes and toys. “Get changed,” I say. “I’ll be waiting outside with the camera.” “Yes, sir!” Catherine says, and I realise I’m giving her orders. She takes it in good part, though. “Which of the toys do you think I should use?” “Both,” I say, enjoying the way her eyes widen. I leave my wife to get changed, having first appropriated the remote controls. Thankfully Sandra has included batteries. I fetch the camcorder and the tripod, taking them to the kitchen. I take the chair at the foot of the table and turn it so that it’s facing the door, backed up against the table. I unwrap the rolls of tape, thinking that it should be easy enough to use. I insert batteries into the remote controls and slip them into my pocket. The tripod is placed at a short distance from the chair, ready for the camcorder, which I now carry back to the bedroom, switched on and ready. The door is closed. I knock. “Are you ready?” There’s a ...
    pause. “I’m hot and horny, if that’s what you mean.” “That’s the general idea.” “I just have to put the hood on and I’ll be out.” “I’ve prepared a chair for you in the kitchen.” Silence. I start the recording, moving into position so I can film Catherine as she emerges from the bedroom. When she does, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look more stunning, which is saying something. She’s wearing thigh high black boots, with stocking tops emerging above them, and a red PVC skirt which just about reaches the stocking tops. Above the skirt is a black see through top which clings to her, accentuating her perfectly rounded breasts. The hood is on, through which I see nervous but eager eyes and red, seductive lips. In short my wife looks like she’s just stepped out of the pages of a glossy magazine for gentlemen with, shall we say, special interests. Sandra will like this, I think, but not half as much as I like it. My cock is throbbing already. I follow Catherine as she walks to the kitchen, filming her as she bends forward to give a little tease, revealing a glimpse of naked buttocks under the skirt, and a hint of the straps holding the clit vibrator in place. As she walks she becomes a little less of my wife, a little more of the woman who satisfies my voyeuristic impulses, and who I’ve seen perform on camera with an unknown man. It’s strange, this bifurcation, this woman transformed from the wife I know to a woman straight out of the pages of a magazine or a computer screen. In the ...
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