1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 11


    Date: 10/7/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    I trailed off, not really knowing why I was bothering to tell them that. They didn’t care, and we certainly didn’t need to give them our schedule, or make excuses! As they departed we watched their bare buttocks recede through the door and into the hall. Keri’s was fine, tight and round, while Don was what I described earlier, an athletic guy gone slightly to seed, his ass spreading some and a spare tire just starting to form around his middle. We both just stood still for several seconds, a bit taken aback by the whole scene, but when Alli finally turned and looked at me she burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s a good look! I’m glad to see that you look as surprised as I felt!” I looked down at myself, just then realizing that throughout our brief encounter with them I’d been standing there with my thong’s elastic waistband around my knees, the little pouch dangling between my legs. I could only grin and shake my head ruefully. “Yeah, I wasn’t exactly expecting company. Where the hell did they come from?” “Well, the bathroom, of course! When I walked in on them he was leaning back against the sink and she was on her knees in front of him, giving him a blowjob – I was so embarrassed I about fainted!” I laughed at the image in my head of what the expression on my wife’s face must have been! “Hey, imagine how they felt, caught in the act! I guess you win the title of Miss Fellatious Interruptus – bet that was awkward! It didn’t seem to bother either of them very much though, did ...
    it!?” I finished removing my little pouch-contraption while Allison watched me. Shaking her head, she said, “Not in the least – and he wasn’t at all concerned that he was standing there with his dick as hard as could be either. I guess you can quit worrying about that, huh?!” “Yeah, well, I’m not him. I’m not comfortable with the idea of people seeing me like that – or even like this, for that matter!” I paused, and we looked at each other for a few seconds before we both broke out laughing, amazed at what we had apparently gotten ourselves into. When I finally could, I said, “Well, it seems that this part of the evening is not going to consist of a bunch of friends sitting around in a hot tub and discussing sports, or current events, or whatever.” “Oh, Davey! Did you ever really think it would?” Both naked now, I followed her into the bathroom, where she began to wash the makeup and crap off her face. “That’s just the thing, babe; nobody talks about it much, so I really had no idea what all might go on. I envisioned a bunch of guys talking about sports, or work, or politics or something, while the women all got together and exchanged recipes, or talked about shoes, or diaper rash, or whatever it is you ladies talk about when us men aren’t around. You know, like at a party.” I was only half-kidding; of course I hadn’t expected what I’d just described, but I really hadn’t expected a sexual free-for-all either, of which there seemed to be early indications. Her face covered with ...
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