1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 17


    Date: 10/19/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 25, Source: LushStories

    think he’d know better by now than to dive in like that – and she cried. They both did, Alli and Robin. She has such a tender heart…God, I love this woman! We kissed and touched some more and eventually made love, gently and with a good deal more sensuality than previously, this time with me inside of her. She’d waited for me, so that we could do it this way, and I somehow managed to wait for her during, and it was warm and wonderful, and amazing, and that’s all I’m going to tell you about it, and afterward I rested inside of her for a long time, spent and limp, but contained and happy. It was hunger that finally required me to leave my happy place, slipping out of her in the small gush of semen that represented all I’d had left to give. I put my silly little pouch back on, over my sticky bits, and Allison dabbed at herself with a tissue before putting her little thong panties on; pretty sure they got soaked through almost immediately. We prowled the kitchen, trying to figure out what we wanted for dinner, before finally settling on calling out and having a pizza delivered. We decided on our usual – from Antonio’s rather than Pizza Hut or Dominos, which we get only when we’re in a hurry or we’re convenient to their stores; Antonio’s is authentic and delicious, the best in town, and always our preference. Allison had phone in hand and had just started dialing when the doorbell rang. I looked at her. “Damn, you’re good! That may be a new record!” She looked at me and shook her ...
    head. “Who could that be?” I shrugged. “How would I know? You expecting anyone?” “No, of course not! Go see who it is.” I laughed. “Yeah, sure! In my little thong; gosh I hope it’s the Jehovah’s Witnesses, or maybe the Girl Scouts, selling cookies – you could visit me in jail! I’m sure I’d be very popular there in my cute little pouch and bare ass.” “Well we have to answer the door!” She was laughing. “No we don’t; that’s not a state law or anything you know.” We were truly between a rock and a hard place; we were in the kitchen, where the biggest thing we had was a dishtowel at about eighteen inches by maybe a foot; our clothes, robes, and everything else we could cover up with were upstairs, in our bedroom, and in between was our visitor, whoever it was, at the front door – which has a foot-wide, clear glass window panel on each side of it. Great for seeing who is at the door before you open it, but not so great for them not seeing you when you’re mostly naked and trying to reach the stairs from the kitchen. Alli went and peeked around the corner of the kitchen wall, where she had a line of sight to the front door. “Oh my god! It’s Sherry and Rob!” Somehow, that figured; we hadn’t been expecting them, but we’re close enough friends that it’s not unusual for either couple – or some fraction thereof - to show up at the other’s home unannounced. Often it was on a whim, just driving by, or one of us might have bought or otherwise gotten our hands on something that came in too ...
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