1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 13


    Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    of my tongue, no longer teasing. A minute or two later, when she again grabbed my hair and pulled me tightly to her – and then clamped her thighs tightly over my ears – I knew it was working, and that she was about to explode. And she did! Boy howdy, did she ever, her ass rising up off the side of the tub as she thrust herself against my face, her hips now jack hammering her sex against my lips with fast, staccato movements, jerky and uncoordinated as her body was seized by a massive orgasm. She was wet – so wet – her body unnecessarily lubricating copiously in an autonomous response to her intense arousal, her juices and my own saliva flooding my mouth. I tasted her, the scent and taste of her pleasure relentlessly driving my own arousal, and I rode it with her, able to hear her cries of ecstasy even with her thighs pressed tightly to my head. She came hard, her orgasm powerful, and any inhibitions she might have still felt because of the others around us went out the window as she voiced her pleasure with complete abandon. This was the orgasm that had been building in her all evening, intensified by her own nudity, and the sights, sounds, and sex play of the others – and, no doubt, especially her little tête-à-tête with Michael. It had been simmering on low for the last several hours, and now it boiled over. It was great – wonderful, in fact, as it always is when I can give her pleasure this intense – and it made me so incredibly horny that I was afraid that I might just ...
    pop my rocks right there underwater at the same time, without being touched! I truly felt like I was right on that razor edge, just shy of release. What would they call that, I wonder? I know that when women are having labor pains, sometimes their husbands will also feel pain – wholly psychosomatic, of course – and it’s referred to as “sympathy pains”; I’m not sure if there’s such a thing as a “sympathy orgasm“, but if there is, I felt like I was about to have one! I stayed with Alli as she came back down to earth – literally and figuratively, lowering herself back to the surface – and as her massive orgasm subsided so did my urge…albeit slowly, and only slightly. Once she had re-settled her little tushy on the edge of the tub, and unclamped her legs from my ears, I looked up at her, my lips, nose, and chin soaked with her juices. She gazed down at me, her face flushed and her eyes all smoky, the way they get, and she said, “Holy… ”, her voice hoarse and breathless. That was all, just “Holy”; apparently it expressed what she wanted to express. I’d thought maybe she was headed for “holy shit!” or “holy smokes”, or some such exclamation, but no. I smiled up at her. “It sure was! That was… intense. For you too, I guess... ?” She stroked my hair, smoothing the clump she had pulled up to a peak as she’d held me where she’d needed me. “Oh my - incredible! Maybe the best ever!” I saw her eyes flick away, over toward where Michael and Marci were – or at least where they had been the ...
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