1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 16


    Date: 6/15/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    soon. Her cheek against my chest, she said, “I thought maybe we’d start with some breakfast – unless you want to come back to bed…?” I laughed. “You’re insatiable! Unfortunately for you, I’m not. I don’t think I’d be of any use to you right now – even my tongue is tired!” “You could use your fingers…or just watch while I do a solo act. I like it when you watch, it makes me horny.” “It doesn’t sound to me like you need anything to make you horny…or hornier! I don’t suppose I could get a rain check, just for a few hours? I really could use some breakfast; you burned up all of my reserves.” She pretended to pout. “Hmmph! A man, turning down sex – so much for that myth!” I slapped her butt, and she squealed and jumped. “Babe, I’m not so much turning it down as I am completely incapable of it! What do you think I am, a woman? I need some down time.” “You could spank me some more…” I shook my head, laughing. “That party left you incredibly aroused, didn’t it? I mean, you’re always a horny little wench – and that’s a good thing, don’t get me wrong – but I’ve never seen you like this before.” She seemed to think about that for a few seconds. “I guess it did, yeah. I was very aroused still when we left there – as you discovered. But also, orgasms are like M&M’s; if you have one, you want another, and then another, and so on. You were such a virile stud last night that you got my motor running, and now it wants more M&M’s!” I chuckled. “I think you may be mixing your metaphors, but I ...
    get the general idea. Really it works that way for me too, babe; I’d like nothing better than another round of my horny girl right now, but biology – or maybe physiology – doesn’t allow for it. Now, if I had a nice hearty breakfast, to restore my energy and, um…vigor, then maybe, later on…” “Breakfast it is, then – you’ll definitely need your ‘vigor’ later on. Bacon and eggs, hash browns, toast, muffins, waffles, sausage, French toast, maybe an omelet, orange juice, coffee…anything else you need for extra vigor? Oysters, maybe?” I shook my head. “That may be a little more vigor than I need – or could possibly consume. How about we go with bacon and eggs and maybe toast and juice for now, and see if that – and a little time - doesn’t do the trick.” Most days we’d have maybe a bowl of cereal or a muffin or bagel, with juice and coffee; a big, hot breakfast was a rare treat, and I recognized her offer as a way of saying thanks for a fun night, and that she loved me. And that she, too, was hungry! She left the bathroom for the bedroom, and by the time I finished up with the last of my morning ablutions she was gone, undoubtedly down to the kitchen to get breakfast going. I slipped into an old pair of sweatpants and a tattered Broncos sweatshirt – noting that my ass was still a little tingly from her recent invasion - and followed her down. Imagine my surprise when I entered the kitchen and found her in front of the stove, breaking eggs into a pan while the bacon rotated in the ...
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