1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 19


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

    skin. She also looked naked and lovely, soft and vulnerable. Our eyes met for a moment. “What?” “Nothing. I love watching you shave; it’s such a masculine, guy thing.” “I do it almost every morning; if you want to get up early, you can watch me every day.” “I don’t love it that much.” We laughed. It felt good - normal - to tease and banter with her, the person that brings so much laughter, joy, and light to my life. At that moment it didn’t feel like I had assaulted her, or had wanted to hurt her the way I had so much - even if so briefly - the night before. I knew, and she didn’t. It was that simple, and I needed to find a way to live with it, because I would never tell her. Never. I couldn’t tell her; first, because I was much too ashamed of myself, appalled and horrified by what I had done, and second, because if she ever knew that she’d called out Derek’s name at such a critical moment – and the pain it had caused me – she would be so terribly remorseful, embarrassed, and ashamed of herself. I didn’t want that. I had decided, while laying awake most of the night, that “Davey” and Derek”, both starting with the letter ‘D’, were easy to confuse; it had been a simple, natural error, and that was all, and I’d overreacted I finished shaving, and while I was bent over the sink, rinsing my face, she playfully jingled my dangling bells. Drying my face, I looked at her. “You’re frisky for so early in the morning.” “No, actually I’m worn out, but I couldn’t resist taking advantage ...
    of such…low-hanging fruit.” She laughed. “I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but I’m not the least bit interested in sex right now!” As great as she looked, you’d never guess that she was worn out: I, on the other hand, looked and felt like cat vomit. I was dead on my feet, exhausted from beating myself up, my self-esteem seemingly irrevocably damaged. I’m sure it showed on my face, and in my eyes. “Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll try to be quiet.” “I’d love to, but no. I’ve got to get to the shelter this morning; I spent so much time last week fighting that damned old pressure washer that I’m behind on other stuff. I need to play catch-up. Did you leave me any hot water?” “Some. Maybe not enough - but on the bright side, when it turns cold it does this really cute trick with your nipples.” She smiled at me, almost as if she still loved me. “I’m sorry babe, I let it run, trying to wake up; I didn’t know you were going to get up early.” “It’s okay, neither did I; I’ll grab a cup of coffee and a bite to eat first. Please tell me you made coffee…” I nodded, and she gave me the gift of that smile again. “You’re the best husband ever!” I’ve always loved it when she says things like that, just little throwaway lines, but they matter. Today it merely hurt, because I knew otherwise. God! We ate together, in the kitchen, me my bowl of Wheaties with raspberries on top, coffee, and orange juice, her some juice, coffee, and a poppy seed muffin. We didn’t talk much, and when she ...
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