1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 19


    Date: 12/25/2016, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    Sleep was elusive and fitful, at best, and when the music of my alarm started playing I slid carefully away from Alli, who was sound asleep, spooned into the shape of my body. I shut off the alarm and walked around to her side of the bed, looking down at her. I kneeled alongside the bed and very gently removed a lock of her hair that had fallen across her face, pushing it back, and then brushed my lips softly over her cheek in a very light, gentle kiss, not wanting to wake her. I whispered, “I’m so sorry, baby. So sorry”, and then rose to my feet and pulled the sheet and blanket up around her shoulders. She wriggled slightly as she snuggled into the warmth, but didn’t wake up, and I gazed at her loveliness for a long time before I went to take my shower, first taking a minute to go down and start a pot of coffee. I ran the water in the shower as hot as I could stand it, hoping to perhaps scald away a little of the shame I still felt for my actions the previous night; I’d been an utter bastard, even if Allison remained unaware of my transgression, and my real reasons for taking her the way I had. I was exhausted from lack of sleep, and depressed, still more than a little ashamed of myself, but also still more than a little jealous and angst-ridden about “Derek”. I was out of the shower and dried, just starting to lather my face for a shave when there was a light tap at the door, and Alli came in. “I hope you don’t mind, but I gotta pee.” I glanced at her. “No, not as long as ...
    you do it in the toilet.” She smiled, and as she passed behind me to reach the commode she ran her fingers lightly across my bare back. I could feel the sleepy warmth radiating off of her, and smell the soft moisture and gentle scent of sleep and sex on her skin. She yawned drowsily as she settled herself on the seat. It had taken us awhile after we were married to be able to share this particular ritual, to acknowledge that our new loved one was a mere mortal and would thus need to urinate from time to time. I had sleepily walked past her one morning as she was putting on mascara and then stood there, taking a long, satisfying leak. When finished, I’d turned to find her leaning against her sink, arms folded, watching me. She’d raised one eyebrow. “I guess this means that the honeymoon’s officially over, huh?” I’d laughed, embarrassed; I’d been so sleepy, and the need so urgent and natural, that I hadn’t even thought about it! After that we became comfortable with it quickly, and yes, we were officially husband and wife, no longer newlyweds. We still each sought – and willingly granted – privacy for certain other needs, however; there are some things that any couple, no matter how close, or how long married, just don’t need to share! When she was finished she flushed and came and stood behind, me, slightly to one side, watching me shave. I glanced at her in the mirror repeatedly, between strokes; she looked sleepy, rumpled, her hair mussed and creases from the bedding on her ...
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