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Glamour Shots, Chapter 12

Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

what to say about that. Instead I bent over the cooler and dug a beer out of the crushed ice. I looked at her. “You want anything?” “Besides you, you mean?” When I didn’t respond, she said, “Is there any water in there? I may have had enough to drink tonight…too much, maybe.” There were some bottles of water buried in the ice, so I pulled one out and twisted the lid off for her. As I passed it to her our eyes met, and we searched each other’s faces for a moment. “Is that what that was all about, with you and Michael, you being a little drunk?” She looked down at her feet. “David, can we not talk about that right now?” “Seriously?” “Later, at home maybe would be better. Not now. Not here. I can’t…right now.” I shook my head, still hurting, jealous despite my arousal. “Are you ready to leave?” “No! Are you? I think we should stay longer.” She looked over to where Charlie was still fucking Irene, who was still on her hands and knees, moaning in pleasure and reaching back between her legs with one hand to fondle Charlie’s balls as he drove into her. “Don’t you want to see how this ends?” I had to laugh. “That’s pretty much a foregone conclusion, isn’t it? The climax of the event will be…well, the climax of the event, I suppose. Won’t it?” Before Allison could answer, Marci joined us near the bar, her gloriously sensual body wreathed in steam from the heat of her wet skin, a beautiful mermaid completely unashamed of her own nudity – and apparently unconcerned about its effect on ... the men around her. “What are you guys doing?” I looked at her as I waggled my beer in front of her eyes. “Getting drinks. You want something?” “Thanks, yeah – one of those for me, and grab one for Michael too, if you would.” I bent to retrieve the requested bottles, straightening just in time for Marci to say, “What’s going on with Michael, do you know? He’s all freaked out, and he won’t tell me why.” Before Alli could reply, I said, “You know, it’s funny; we were just avoiding talking about that ourselves.” Alli looked at me sharply. “David!” Marci silently took in the exchange. “Uh-oh. Something’s going on here, and I’m the only one out of the loop. Come on, you guys, dish; what’s up?” Allison shook her head. “Nothing, really; it was all just a misunderstanding. Tell him it was all my fault, okay?” Marci frowned. “Tell him what was all your fault?” “Everything. He’ll have to tell you about it, but tell him everything is all right…you know, that we’re okay, will you?” Marci shook her head. “Why do I feel like I’m chasing my tail?” “Speaking of tails, what the hell is the deal with Charlie, Irene, and Oscar? Jesus!” It wasn’t my smoothest segue ever – okay, as segues go it wasn’t worth a shit – but I was very mixed up, concerned, and, yes, interested in what the story was behind Charlie fucking Irene right in front of her husband. Plus, I wanted to distract attention from the little scene that Michael and my wife had just shared. I sure as hell didn’t want to discuss it with ...