1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 11


    Date: 10/24/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    thoughtful for a moment. “I don’t know…he’s big, like that Michelangelo statue of David, but more muscular – and way, way better endowed than that whitest of white boys, but Marci…” I chuckled. “And he’s carved out of basalt or something, not marble – but no, you’re way off track! I’m talking about little bitty statuettes, those little fertility statues - or fetishes, or talismans, whatever you call them. Those things archeologists dig up from time to time. Stone-age culture stuff, you know, and the way the female ones always have the big breasts and butts, and those wide, child-bearing hips, and the male ones are those broad shouldered things that always have this gigantic phallus on ‘em.” She just looked at me, and then shook her head. “Phallus?” “What? It’s a word.” “I know; I’ve just never heard anyone use it before. I’m telling Marci that you think she has a big butt and wide, child-bearing hips.” “Don’t you dare! I’ll tell Michael that you like his huge cock – or phallus, if you prefer.” She smiled wickedly. “I’m pretty sure he’s already aware that I was admiring his huge phallus.” “Huh! No doubt, the way you were staring at it! I still can’t believe you’re so comfortable with all this. It’s just not like you.” It truly wasn’t, not like the girl I’d married, or the one I thought I’d known so well up until just a week or two ago. “Does this whole new casual attitude of yours stem from you having those pictures taken?” She seemed to consider that. “I don’t know…maybe. It ...
    wasn’t as hard or terrifying – or as embarrassing – as I thought it would be, to do that. I just don’t know. I guess I’m just trying to relax and have some fun with it…and you should too, hon’. So, if you’re done stalling, can we go out and join the party now?” “I’m not stalling!” “Seriously? Fertility fetishes?” “Okay, maybe I am, a little. It was just an observation.” She put her towel over her shoulder and switched her wineglass to her other hand, and then reached out and intertwined her fingers with mine. “Come on – I’ll be gentle, I promise.” She glanced down at my sex. “And look! Sir Leaksalot has nearly resumed his normal, more relaxed posture, so you don’t have to be all self-conscious about having an erection!” She was right, my dick had nearly returned to stand-by mode, with just a bit of the extra length and thickness remaining of my earlier hardon. “Yeah, let’s go, before it shrinks any further and I start worrying about just the opposite problem!” We headed toward the open door out to the deck, her leading me by the hand. “You men! So very vain about such a little thing!” “Thanks. You’re not helping.” She giggled. “I didn’t mean it like that! Do you see me worrying because some of these other ladies have much bigger tits than me?” “No. But then, yours are so perfect.” It was a totally honest opinion, not empty flattery; they just are. “And so is your little guy, my love. Just absolutely perfect!” She released my hand and grabbed my “little guy” instead, leading ...
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