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Always Give The Wife What She Wants

Date: 3/19/2016, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

this stuff, do you?” I gave a new shrug. Pete was a nice guy, but a bit naïve at times. “Women have all kinds of fantasies,” I told him. “Doesn’t mean they want to actually do that stuff.” I decided not to tell him about the session I’d had a few months back with three other guys and one woman. “No, no,” Pete said. “I just can’t believe that Kim…” Fucking hell, I thought. If I was married to someone who liked watching this stuff I’d be over the moon. Out loud I offered, “Maybe she’s doing research for the anti-pornography league.” Kim had many things on her plate, but she’d never, to my knowledge, showed much interest in such an issue, and as naïve as he could be, Pete wasn’t buying that either. “No, no,” he said. “That can’t be it.” On screen, the blonde was on all fours now, being reamed from behind while a cock was simultaneously plunged into her mouth, her hair wound tightly round a fist that held her head firmly in place. “Is it really so bad if Kim likes to watch a bit of kinky stuff every now and again?” I asked. Pete just stared at the screen. Whatever he was thinking was something he wasn’t prepared to share. I waited for the scene to change, which it did after about a minute; the blonde suddenly on the floor, leaning back against a couch, the men’s cocks aimed at her face. “Oh yeah!” she cried. “Empty your fucking balls all over my fucking face!” The thought that Kim did enjoy watching this was irresistible, and I allowed myself the brief illusion of it actually ... being her in the clip before saying, “You need to talk to Kim about this. Get it out in the open.” “Yes,” Pete said. “Of course. I’ll do that.” But I knew he wouldn’t. He’d mull things over for a couple of days, then turn a blind eye. That was the Pete way. On screen the woman was crying out again as ropes of cum adorned her skin. “That’s right! Plaster my face with your cum! I love it!” And her tongue came out to tease her lips. “You won’t say a word to Kim about this, will you?” Pete said. He sounded slightly panicky. “Of course not,” I said. “Why would I do that?” Pete nodded. “Thanks,” he said, as the clip came to an end. “Fancy watching another?” I asked. Pete looked at me as if I was a bit weird. The thing is, that if Pete had stopped to think about it, he would have realised that his wife, who is a careful and meticulous sort of person, would never have been so careless as not to wipe the internet history unless she intended for her little indiscretion to be discovered. So just as Pete had no intention of talking to Kim, I had no intention of not talking to her. The next day I found a quiet spot at lunchtime and called her. “Hello, Martin. What can I do for you?” she said. I got the feeling she was among people, unable to speak freely. “I just wanted to let you know that the first part of your strategy worked.” “Good, good.” “I’m not sure how you’re going to work it from here. To me it doesn’t look like Pete is going to take the bait.” “Just leave that to me. I know what ...