1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 17


    Date: 1/23/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 25, Source: LushStories

    dark, wet spot the size of a quarter about five or six inches down my left thigh! It was apparent that the sometimes overly-productive Sir Leaksalot had been up to his old tricks – with a helping hand, as it were, from my newly-nymphomaniac wife. I looked up at her to find her regarding my indiscretion, a mischievous little smile on her face and one eyebrow raised archly. She raised her eyes to mine and winked. “You’re probably going to want to carry your jacket rather than wear it, huh?” It was really the only solution – that, or pour a glass of water in my lap to camouflage the damage; at least that way it would only look like I suffered from a lack of bladder control rather than premature and spontaneous ejaculation. Not really much of an improvement, once I thought about it. I held my jacket in one hand as we left, trying to look as natural as possible with it hanging down in front of my crotch…you know, the way everyone carries garments while they’re walking. Cleverly disguised in that way, we made it out of the crowded restaurant and to the car without incident, although, of course, Alli had to remind me on the way that if we had followed her suggestion – that whole going home and ravishing her meme – my problem would have been entirely avoided. I couldn’t argue with that, and didn’t. We slipped Ruby a few small pieces of hamburger that we had saved for her – she showed appropriate gratitude - and were barely out of the lot when Alli leaned over and resumed her ...
    fondling. I was still semi-erect, and it didn’t take her very long to restore me to full magnificence…such as it is. She traced the wet spot on my upper thigh with her fingertips. “Why do you suppose some guys – like you – leak so much?” “I suspect it’s because some guys – like me – have wives that won’t keep their horny little hands off our genitals, even in public places! Jeez, Alli, in a crowded restaurant, in broad daylight? What’s the deal?” She smiled, and squeezed my balls. “It was fun – and if you had really wanted to, you could have stopped me.” I’m not sure that was true, but again I didn’t argue the point. She continued to trace her fingers over my protruding parts. “Seriously though, why do some guys leak so much when they’re aroused, and others don’t?’ I shrugged. “I’d say it’s because we – ‘we’ being me and the other oozers – are all generous, courteous types, with good manners, and we strive to please by being self-lubricating rather than requiring the feminine object of our desires to provide all of the necessary slipperiness.” “So what you’re saying is that you don’t know either.” “Yeah, basically. Sounded good though, didn’t it?” She laughed. “Almost brilliant. I do wonder about that, though – and I like it, in case you were curious. It’s nice to see Sir Leaksalot express his appreciation in such a tasty and visible way.” “Yes, well…you know, one of these times you’re going to take that a step too far and you’re going to get the kind of voluminous public display of ...
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