1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 21


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

    details, thanks anyway.” “Ha! Thought you might feel that way. You’re such a coward!” She was laughing at me, the way I’d so quickly bailed out. “No, I just prefer not to ruin the mystery of things; sometimes it’s better to not know all there is to know about everything – like magician’s tricks, what sausage is made of, the intricacies of your pussy, stuff like that.” I chuckled. “You can probably call Alli and talk to her though; I think she was amazed that you could take all of him – you know, the way you could, umm, do that. Amazed and curious.” She smiled. “I may just do that! Believe it or not, we girls enjoy talking about sex almost as much as you guys do…maybe more.” “Don’t doubt that a bit – just make it clear that she doesn’t need to share it with me, will you?” She laughed. “Will do…hey, anyway, Michael and I want to take you two out to dinner to apologize for any misunderstanding the other night.” “Oh, Marci, that’s not necessary! We don’t expect you to do that, there are really no remaining issues, I don’t think.” “We’re not talking anything real expensive, boss; maybe Chubby’s or something like that. It’s our turn anyway, you guys bought last time.” “Well, when you put it that way…sure, we’d love to get together with you again. I’ll have to check with Alli, see how all of our schedules line up. Can I let you know?” She rose and headed for the door, taking her remaining coffee with her. “Please do – whatever works out, no rush. Plus, we want to talk to you about ...
    something – the two of you.” “You’re just gonna leave me hanging, huh?” She looked pointedly at my crotch. “You don’t look like you’re hanging from where I’m standing!” My blush renewed itself, and she laughed. “Not any big deal, just a thought and a question; something we’d like to discuss with you. Let me know about dinner.” “I promise. Just need to touch base with the little woman.” She laughed as she left, shaking her head, knowing I’d been kidding with that phrase. As it turned out it was quite awhile before we could make dinner plans, all the planets of our schedules not aligning for almost two weeks. In the interim it was life as usual; work, going home, mundane things, and making love to the most amazing woman ever, which is never, ever one of those mundane things. Allison was excited about her upcoming photo shot, the modeling gig for Dunstan’s; her excitement was probably roughly matched by my trepidation, but her anticipation was such that I knew I couldn’t ask her not to go through with it. It wouldn’t be fair to her, especially when it was based on nothing other than my own insecurity…even if that insecurity was driven, in part, by the fact that she’d called out the photographer’s name in the heat of passion. When the time came it turned out to be something less than either of us had anticipated. It was merely a photo-shoot of a spring sportswear line, after all, and for her that meant a lot of time changing outfits, a lot of time having hair and makeup people ...
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