1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 10


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

    the horn, examining the intricate pewter trim and then said in a booming voice; “Because we brought these from Asgard, mortal! A god does not drink from a plastic cup!” I laughed and nodded. “Ah! Yeah, that makes perfect sense. Tell me, Thor; does that thing make your beer taste a little funky?” He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, it does, actually. I’m probably going to switch to a plastic cup for my next one; I thought these would be sealed inside or something. Hope I don’t get the shits from drinking out of this damn thing.” Alli, Marci, and I laughed at his sudden return to the status of a mere mortal, and Alli gave him a hug before leaning against his side. He put his massive arm around her shoulders and hugged her tightly against him. She looked up at him. “Yes, that would be tragic, a powerful god like Thor ending up confined to the bathroom with digestive problems – although it might begin to explain why they call you the god of thunder! So fill me in, since you two got here first; who else is here, and what are they dressed as, and what’s the latest? Come on, dish!” They gave us a quick rundown of their observations as we watched the growing crowd mill around in front of us. Various people and couples would stop to talk to us for a few minutes before moving on, at times swelling our little conclave to eight or ten people, and we became an eddy in the stream of people flowing past, mingling by standing still, various people circulating with us for awhile before getting ...
    pulled back into the current and moving on. After about fifteen or twenty minutes of that, Marci suddenly grabbed Alli’s arm; “Oh, have you seen the big dick yet?” Alli looked puzzled. “Well, we saw Charlie, if that’s what you mean.” Marci giggled. “Yeah, that was pretty impressive!” She reached back and patted Michael right on the crotch, causing him to jump, startled, as he had been talking to someone else and not paying any attention to her. He glanced at her momentarily, and returned to his conversation. “Not as impressive as my big guy, but pretty impressive. But no, I’m talking about Oscar; you have to find him and see his costume, him and his wife, Irene. It’s hilarious!” Marci made comments about Michael being well endowed from time to time, usually when talking to some of the other women in the office, and she was never too concerned about me overhearing those, or any of her other lewd or raunchy comments; I’m firmly convinced that she felt no day was complete until she’d made me blush! I never knew how much her comments and innuendo were made in deference to the stereotype of black males being universally well-hung (not true, in my limited locker room experience, by the way) or whether she was actually serious. Michael is a huge guy, physically-speaking, so to some degree it would make sense, but I also knew that proportionality in that regard is yet another myth. Alli nodded, responding to Marci. “Well, okay, I suppose we should go mingle anyhow; we’ve stood here long ...
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