1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 10


    Date: 2/25/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    looked at me, her eyes wide. “Really?” I nodded, and she laughed. “You, my sweet man, are delightfully kinky! I can’t believe that Marci thinks you’re a prude.” “Well, you have to consider where she’s coming from. I mean, compared to her, Anaïs Nin was…” I was cut off in mid-sentence by a sudden disturbance, which turned out to be a very naked, very attractive brown-skinned maiden running toward us, laughing, and quickly flashing by, nothing but a couple of towels in her hands, her bare breasts bouncing very becomingly and her laughter trailing behind. I recognized Molly, the wife of one of the younger brokers in our office, in part because hot on her heels came Davonn, the broker in question. He too was stark naked, but empty-handed and reaching out as he chased her, as if trying to grab her cute little brown butt! His dark cock flopped back and forth as he ran past, laughing and pursuing his wife; we watched them cross the room and disappear out onto the deck, undoubtedly headed for the hot tub – a fact which I’d managed to deduce by using my incredibly keen perceptive powers and a bit of observation and logic, given their state of undress, the towels, and the fact that it was about forty-five degrees outside. Alli and I looked at each other, speechless for the moment. Finally she said, “Huh! I guess that’s the unofficial announcement that the hot tub portion of tonight’s entertainment has begun, right?” I shook my head, laughing. “Apparently! Do you know them?” “Isn’t ...
    that the new guy that works for you?” I nodded. “Yeah, Davonn. His wife’s name is Molly.” They are a very young couple, early twenties and recently married. Davonn is a hard-charging guy, intense and dedicated at work. I’d only met Molly once, when he’d brought her in and introduced us. They are both slender and athletically built, him about six feet tall and maybe a hundred and eighty pounds, her perhaps five-foot-five and not over a hundred and ten. He’s one of the few black employees we have – our city being somewhat lacking in minorities overall – and is in reality sort of a dark chocolate brown, really; she’s a few shades lighter with gorgeous dark eyes and short hair…and, as it turns out, nice little breasts with pert brown nipples and a perfect little round ass. That was new and welcome information! Alli and I stood there for a few moments, not saying anything, just looking toward where they had disappeared into the great outdoors. Finally, I said “Well?” She looked at me for a few seconds, her eyes searching my face. “Well, what?” “Well, it appears that the time has come where we need to decide to either fish or cut bait.” “What the hell does that mean?” “It means, is we is, or is we isn’t? I’ll leave it up to you.” She paused for a moment, looking again toward the French doors that led to the deck. She reached out and took my hand. “I vote that we is.” I nodded. “I was afraid of that – but I did give you the deciding vote. If it gets too weird, I get to be the one that ...
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