1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 10


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    costume idea! We’re both something we’re really not in real life! Get it?” I nodded. “Yeah, I get it. Again, very subtle.” It made sense; I really couldn’t see Charlie as being the submissive sort that liked to be whipped. Then again, having viewed DDiamond as a dominatrix up ‘til this moment, I really couldn’t envision her submitting to a spanking or flogging either…although the thought did give me a bit of a tingle, and the start of a certain swelling in my pants. “Well, on that note I guess I’ll go find my wife, while trying very hard to avoid seeing Charlie from the rear at the same time. Thanks for that mental image, by the way.” She laughed. “You really are funny, like Charlie said! See you later, Dave – in the hot tub, maybe?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. We’re still discussing that. We never have before, but Alli wants to, it seems. But …well, I just don’t know. Let’s just say it’s up in the air.” “Do it! It will be fun, I promise, and you never know what might happen.” “Yeah, that’s the part I’m not so wild about. We’ll see. Talk to you later, okay?” We went our separate ways. I mixed and mingled, stopping to pour myself a Margarita from a pitcher on the bar, into a pre-salted glass standing nearby. With some of the costumes it was easy to tell who was who, but with others, where the head was hidden, masked, or heavily made-up, it was nearly impossible. I suspect that the overall sense of anonymity that provided was responsible for some of the touching and fondling ...
    that I witnessed; then again, absent the masks and such, pot and alcohol have been known to produce much the same result all on their own. The atmosphere of the party was becoming very sexually-charged; I sensed it, and as a result of my voyeuristic tendencies was walking around semi-hard most of the time, the bulge in my tights undoubtedly somewhat more pronounced than it had been earlier. I caught a few glances directed at my crotch, which was embarrassing and bothersome – all the more so because they weren’t all from women! It was about that time that some of the less adventurous – and less inebriated – started to head for the exits. Louis and Elaine were a part of that group, and I caught up with Alli as she was saying goodbye to them and gave them my best wishes as well. Normally we would have been out the door shortly behind them, but Alli showed no sign of being ready to go yet; instead we went and found Marci and Michael, where they were engaged in conversation with a small group of people, and joined the gang. The crowd continued to thin. A couple of taxis had to be called for a few of the partygoers that had failed to designate a driver, and others caught rides with those that had, all promising to come back and retrieve their cars the following day. By this time it was down to something around eight or nine couples, or maybe a few less, and, as opposed to previous parties, we were still one of those remaining couples. The group we were in now consisted of us, Marci ...
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