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Glamour Shots, Chapter 11
Date: 10/24/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories
Viking braid, she had that whole thing going on again, that thing where you don’t notice so much that she’s beautiful, or exotic, but just that she’s very compelling, in a distinctly sensual and sexual way. She simply exudes sexuality; there is no other way to put it. And then there was Michael: The first thing I noticed about him actually wasn’t about him, exactly. It was about my wife, who was staring at him, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted, a look on her face that was somewhere between shock and lust; I had no doubt that every one of her arousal sensors was blaring its signal! Michael, first of all, is the dictionary description of a mesomorph; he’s tall, broad-shouldered, hugely built and massively muscled, and seems to have virtually no body fat, despite the fact that he claims to virtually never work out, and that he probably consumes upwards of five thousand calories per day. His muscle definition and mass is tough to believe, and wrapped in his flawless dark-brown skin he looks more like an idealized male sculpture than a living person. All of this we knew, of course, because on various hiking or fishing trips and things we’d seen him shirtless on many occasions. What we didn’t know, although Marci had hinted at it and joked about it any number of times, was that he was hung like a fucking Clydesdale! Any sense of comfort or reassurance that I’d gained from the fact that Davonn and Don had been no better endowed than me evaporated in a heartbeat! I had ...