1. Dirty Little Secrets 9: Performing For Three


    Date: 12/1/2017, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: PervyStoryteller, Source: LushStories

    “Do you want to fuck me?” The situation is reminiscent of how my little confession started. I’m lying on my back on the bed with my legs spread and the laptop pointing at me. Back then my secret admirer stood outside, peeping in through the window. Now Mark is of course my secret lover, but for the moment he’s back outside, looking in. But this week is also different. It’s the first time in many months my husband’s work abroad takes him elsewhere in Europe – Copenhagen, if you’re wondering – and so I can perform for John in real time. I don’t want my secret lover in the room while I’m doing that. I have, however, already performed fellatio on him. His taste dances on my tongue as I lay there, legs spread, showing myself off. There is one other thing I need to confess. The man on the screen in front of me is not John. His name is Lars. Everything about him is rugged and granite-like. A bullet head features a face that looks like it’s set in stone, with raspy stubble like vegetation running wild. He speaks good enough English, but with a strong accent. “Of course I want to fuck you,” he says. He looks nowhere near his age, looking like he takes pride in keeping in good shape. I wouldn’t have known he was as old as he is if John hadn’t told me that Lars is about to retire. That’s how John persuaded me to go through with this. “I’ll probably never see Lars again,” he said, “so there’ll be no danger of you and he meeting.” I liked the sound of that. “I don’t want him to know I’m ...
    your wife, though.” “Fine,” John said. I don’t know exactly who Lars thinks I am, but I trust John not to reveal my true identity. “Show me your pussy,” Lars says now. I doubt that he’d be so direct if he knew I was John’s wife, and in spite of Lars’ demanding tone, I feel comfortable, secure in some kind of anonymity. This evening I’m dressed in white. I’m wearing a white lace bra along with matching knickers and white tights, which is why Lars can’t see what he wants to see. Not yet. In addition to the white, I’m wearing the thigh high black boots I was furnished with by Sandra at the sex shop in exchange for recording a promotional video. I slide a hand inside tights and knickers, touching the part Lars wants to see. I smile at the camera. “First I want to see you naked,” I say. I want Lars to know that I too can make demands. “A lady who knows what she wants,” Lars says. “I like that. You are like the Danish women.” I’m not sure I’ve met any Danish women, so I wouldn’t know, but I like that Lars likes me. I watch, holding my fingers still against my labia as he unbuttons his shirt. Then he disappears from the screen for a moment. The image shudders as the laptop is moved further back, showing the whole of a hotel two-seater. I imagine it’s John moving the computer to give me a fuller view. “Is this what you wanted to see?” Lars asks, resuming his seat. He doesn’t grin so much as grimace. His cock is nice and erect, though. John has told me that the man is a widower, but I ...
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