1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 21


    Date: 3/16/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    got some new styles in, stuff that came in late, that the Dunstan’s people want in the ad; he needs to take a few last-minute shots.” “Uh-huh. Okay, why you?” As soon as I said it I realized how it sounded; I’d intended it as a sincere question, as in how had he chosen her, but it came out sounding kind of harsh and critical. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She sounded hurt, not something I’d intended to do. “Look, I just meant how did he decide on you – just you - instead of one or more of the others? It sounds like he’s only using one model, right?” She nodded, and I rushed on. “I mean, I know you’re the most beautiful and sexy of all of them, but the others all have more experience, don’t they?” She nodded. “Yeah, they do.” It sounded like my explanation had soothed her hurt feelings. “He said I was the ‘best look’ for it – and I’m local. They all have to travel down from Denver, so it’s not really worthwhile for what might be only a one day job.” “Oh. Well that makes sense, I guess.” It made sense, but that didn’t mean that I was fond of the idea. I tried to be cool about it, but she knows me too well. “I know you don’t like him very much.” “Hon’, I’ve never even met him.” I was turning into our driveway as I said it, and we waited silently for the garage door to go up. I pulled in and closed it behind us. “Look, I’m sure it’s fine. If you want to take the work, take it.” In truth, I wasn’t at all sure it was fine; I don’t know why I felt obligated to pretend as though I ...
    did. “You could always come and meet him, you know. I’m sure he’d be fine with that, and I certainly have no problem with it!” That sounded to me like a potentially awkward meeting: “Hi, I’m the guy that’s been taking naked pictures of your wife. How you doin’ today, Mr. Baxter?” I don’t know how Hollywood couples, model's spouses, etcetera, deal with that issue, much less married porn actors and actresses. I wasn’t sure that I could, or at least not gracefully. I shook my head. “Maybe. We’ll see.” Probably never… “Hey, when you go in, kick Ruby out the front door and I’ll walk her for a bit. Then we can get comfortable and talk about Michael and Marci.” She laughed and shook her head in amazement as she went through the door. Ruby bounded out to me, happy to be out and with her people again, the snow and cold charging her up and making her excited and playful. We wandered on down the street, playing and rough-housing a bit. I discovered that if I tossed her softly-packed snowballs, she loved to catch them in her mouth, and would then snort, sputter, and sneeze and stare at me, waiting excitedly for another. She took care of business, and I let her just roam and sniff her domain for a bit, enjoying the crunch of the snow under my shoes in the quiet night. When she rousted a rabbit – which shot out suddenly, almost from between her front legs – she gave a start as if to chase it, but when I said her name sharply she stopped and immediately dropped into a sitting position. It ...
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