1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 10


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

    Irene both laughed as I gave her an awkward hug and shook hands with him. Both of them had their arms sticking incongruously out the sides of their respective sex organs, covered in the same flesh-colored material that made up the costumes. I shook my head. “Oscar, that’s quite a costume! It takes real balls to come to a party dressed like that – which, thanks to Irene, you seem to have.” Oscar chuckled and looked at me pointedly. “I could say the same about you, chief! Not every guy can wear tights with such aplomb!” I smiled. “Yeah, well, me neither. This was Alli’s idea, and you’ll note that she looks amazing while I have to wander around looking silly and being humiliated for several hours. Next year I pick the costumes.” His eyes ran over Alli’s sleek form. “You do look really good, Allison; those are great costumes!” Irene looked at me, and I watched her eyes linger for several long, uncomfortable seconds on my midsection, undoubtedly taking the measure of my bulge. When she looked up she stared into my eyes, her big, brown eyes completely brazen and unembarrassed. “I think you look great, Dave, very strong and masculine, like a big, mean predator on the prowl!” I tried to laugh it off. “Thanks, Irene. I gotta say, you’re the best looking set of balls I’ve seen here tonight – and that includes Charlie’s.” She giggled and blushed suddenly, a bright shade of crimson. “Yes, he’s rather bold, isn’t he? Good thing he’s such a teddy bear or people might be offended.” Alli ...
    smiled, and gave her a hug. “You’re right, Charlie can be a real pig – but he’s a lovable little porker.” We chatted with them for awhile, just making small talk. The two of them are a nice looking couple, both of Spanish heritage – actual Spain, not Mexican or South American Hispanic, as he has told me that their families are from Barcelona - and it shows in their dark brown eyes and hair. Her shoulder-length wavy locks run more to reddish-brown, actually, similar to but shorter than Alli’s, while his hair is dark brown and cut short. Oscar, in particular, had a ready laugh and a good sense of humor, while Irene is usually somewhat more reserved – which made the almost predatory look I’d momentarily seen in her eyes as she looked at my groin all the more startling! When we’d moved on, Alli said, “They’re a fun couple, aren’t they?” “Yeah, he’s a good guy. Kind of quiet sometimes. I don’t know Irene all that well, but she seems nice. Maybe a little bit straight-laced, I guess.” She poked me in the ribs. “You should talk! Who’s more straight-laced than us? We never do anything bold or daring.” “You mean like groping each other in a restaurant, for example?” She giggled. “Oh yeah! How could I forget about that? Boris and Natasha were very bold, weren’t they? Maybe we should hang out with them more often and see if it rubs off!” “Perhaps they’re here at the party, in disguise. How would we know?” She looked around. “You think so? Maybe we should split up and go look for them.” She ...
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