1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 19


    Date: 2/8/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    little nipples sticking out.” She colored instantly, even the fact that her own husband would notice – and comment on - her erect nipples embarrassing her. She looked around quickly, to make sure none of her people had overheard. “Stop that! Anyhow, I sure don’t feel attractive, all sweaty and dirty. Did you need something?” “I was hoping I could talk you into leaving early. I’m taking the afternoon off, so…” I wiggled my eyebrows at her, and she smiled. She looked wistful. “Sounds great, but we’re so far behind…that damned old pressure washer keeps quitting on us, we’ve had to mop and sweep everything out by hand. I probably should stay and work...” I took her hand. “Oh yeah, about that…” I led her around my car “…I happened to stumble across this, and thought maybe you could use it.” She saw the powerful, shiny new unit sitting there alongside my car, and her jaw dropped. Then her eyes filled with tears and she almost leaped into my arms, wrapping herself around me and hugging me fiercely. I reflected on the fact that there are probably very few women out there that could be moved to tears – much less to a full-body hug - by the gift of a power tool. “Oh my god! I love it, it’s just perfect! I stopped at the store and looked at them last week, but they’re so expensive, and we’ve got a full house right now…” I knew that meant that their funds were tight, and she’d merely added the new pressure washer to her ‘wish list’; it turned out that I’d had a rare moment of true ...
    inspiration, coupled with excellent timing. “This is going to be such a big help! You’re absolutely the best husband in the whole world!” Again, all this, just for a power tool; amazing, huh? Of course, I knew that I was by far not the best husband even in the immediate vicinity, but it was great to hear her say it. I loved the feel of her in my arms, the healthy scent of her hard-earned sweat, and, even above the stink of the kennels, flowers. Always flowers. She felt warm and firm and lithe, bursting with vitality and strength, at once female and feminine, sexy and sensual. Despite everything I wanted her, right there and right then, and she felt my desire growing against her. “Mmm, that’s cheating, getting all big and hard – I get a sympathetic wet response! Now I really do want to take the afternoon off, but I just can’t justify it.” “Your folks can finish it up now, can’t they? With a dependable sprayer? Oh, and by the way, the guy said this thing is top-of-the-line, and powerful enough to peel sunlight off the sidewalk, so tell them to be careful!” She laughed. “We will, don’t worry. You know what…I can’t leave right now, because we’re in the middle of something, but I could leave early, probably.” “Now you’re talking! How early?” She shrugged, her breasts rising and falling prettily with just the slightest jiggle. “I don’t know…a couple of hours, maybe? Two and a half, tops.” I nodded. “That will work – give me time to get a nap in, maybe.” She kissed me. “Be sure you do; I ...
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