1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 13


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

    that primitive lizard brain, buried somewhere deep in the rest of the pink and gray mush, and that lizard brain is conditioned by millennia of fighting for survival to seek out and respond to displays of genetic superiority, always seeking that top-notch DNA to pass along to our progeny. In nature such displays may be the brightest color feathers or scales, or the prettiest or loudest song, or the biggest teeth, the strongest scent, or broadest antlers, or thickest horns, or longest legs, the biggest tits or largest testicles…whatever, the point is, it varies for each species. In the case of humans – female humans in this case, as Alli had so vividly demonstrated - those cues to the presence of top-flight DNA include above-average height, broad shoulders, powerful muscles, a deep voice, masculine, symmetrical features, white teeth, clear eyes…all things that Michael definitely had going for him, plus, now, the more obvious and specific sexual cues; the low-hanging, oversized twin orbs of his virile DNA factories and the unquestionably well above-average sperm insertion/pleasure-giving organ, all of which dwelled between his thick, muscular legs. Alli had known about the publicly visible signs of his good DNA for years, of course, and had no doubt felt an attraction to him as a result. What she had just discovered tonight, due to our nudity, was the presence of those more specific and strictly sexual items; and, when she had seen those particular cues her lizard brain had ...
    overridden her intellectual brain and dumped buckets of the aforementioned primordial chemical soup of desire into her bloodstream. She’d probably been teetering on the brink anyway, given all of the other voyeurism, nudity, and sex-play we’d engaged in, and when she’d seen – and then rubbed up against – Michael’s powerfully masculine body, the bucket had runneth over, and the rest is history. But the thing is, my response – the jealousy, the anger and hurt, the sense of betrayal (despite not having truly been betrayed) was also a purely natural reaction to a perceived threat - that threat being the suddenly very apparent willingness on the part of my mate, the one who is supposed to be the devoted and eager recipient of my (and only my!) DNA, the receptacle for my seed and mother of my future offspring, to lustily desire and seek out such theoretically superior DNA from another! Yeah, that’s the damn threat – real or imaginary - that I’d responded to! Her powerful sexual response had shocked and alarmed me, frankly - as was natural, since my own lizard brain is conditioned to fight off all other potential mates and challenges, to possessively protect and defend my harem of one fertile female against all comers (no pun intended). It’s a very primitive, instinctive, and proprietary response to a perceived challenge to our reproductive rights and privileges, and yes, my intellect could understand that, and I could comprehend, with every logical cell of my brain, that it was all a ...
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