1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 23


    Date: 5/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 34, Source: LushStories

    We woke the next morning rested and satisfied, looking forward to our weekend together. While Alli hit the shower I went down to start the coffee, and was sitting at the table reading the sports pages and enjoying a cup when she walked up behind me. She reached over my shoulder and dropped something in front of me; it took me only a moment to recognize it as a pair of lacy black panties. “Okay, mister - would you like to explain to me why I found these in your pants pocket just now?” My mind went blank for a moment, leaving me at a total loss for words. I had no idea what she was talking about. “What? They’re yours, aren’t they? And why were you in my pants pockets anyway?” “I thought I’d start a load of laundry – and no, those are most definitely not mine!” She held them up to herself, and it was glaringly obvious that they belonged to somebody with a somewhat larger waist and more generous ass than Alli’s. Thinking about the type of fuller, softer ass that might fill them out, the light bulb finally blinked on, and I laughed. “Those are Marci’s! From when she dropped them on the table in front of me – I’d totally forgotten about that.” Alli was giggling. “I know, I figured you had; I thought I’d have a little fun with you. Make you nervous?” I looked up at her, shaking my head. “Maybe a little. I was mostly just baffled; I didn’t recall passing out or anything like that recently, where I might have somehow ended up with a pair of pre-owned panties that I had no ...
    recollection of. So Marci went home commando… I’ll bet Michael enjoyed that!” “Mmm, yeah, I’m sure.” She ran her hands across my shoulders as she walked behind me, an intimately familiar but utterly non-sexual touch that said nothing more – and nothing less - than that we belonged to each other. She crossed the kitchen and reached up into the cabinet for a coffee mug; she was wearing one of my old plaid flannel shirts – it was November, after all – and a tiny pair of lace panties, which displayed her bottom nicely as she reached overhead. I whistled appreciatively. “Very nice! I like those panties a lot better than these other ones… mostly because of what’s filling them out.” She wiggled her butt at me, pausing as she poured the steaming liquid into her cup. As I watched her I absent-mindedly picked up Marci’s panties from the table, and without even considering what I was doing held them to my face, breathing the faint but alluring scent of sexy female and soft perfume. It sent a tingle to my groin, and I felt myself beginning to swell. That brought me out of my reverie, and I quickly yanked my hand and the panties away from my face. I looked guiltily at Alli, only to find her leaning hipshot against the counter, watching me, a bemused smile on her face. “What are you doing?” “Nothing.” “Funny… it looked to me like you were sniffing Marci’s panties.” I felt myself blush. “Well… maybe a little – and not sniffing, just breathing the scent. But you put ‘em there in the first place.” She ...
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