1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 24


    Date: 8/8/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

    the firm-grip challenge, each of us squeezing hard enough to let the other know that there was no submissive, beta-male in the room. That formality out of the way, and the surge of adrenalin and testosterone slowly receding from my veins, I began to put a face to the phantom that had been preying on my mind. He was much as Alli had described him, almost an older version of me; close to my height, perhaps an inch shorter; similar build and weight, similar coloring. His hair was a much darker brown than my own, almost black, but peppered with spots and streaks of gray, especially along the sides. Pleasant face – handsome, I suppose – and straight white teeth that showed when he smiled. His eyes were probably his most noticeable feature, a brilliant blue beneath his dark hair, very different from my own hazel color. As he again took his seat, I settled into the armchair opposite them, across the coffee table which stood in front of the sofa. For the first time I noticed several large books, expensively bound, either lying singly or stacked on that low surface. I was curious what that was about, as I recognized none of the volumes. I was about to find out. Derek had been watching my face closely, perhaps trying to get a read on me; it’s a tactic that I use myself when meeting with someone for final contract negotiations, especially on big money deals. If you can get a sense of their mood – confidence, hesitancy, enthusiasm, excitement, perhaps fear – there is often a way to ...
    turn it to your advantage. I’d noticed it immediately and donned my best poker face. He gave a small shrug and an equally small smile, realizing that he wasn’t going to get anything there. He spoke. “Dave – may I call you Dave?” I nodded, and he continued. “Call me Derek, please. I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.” I nodded again. “Yes, the thought had occurred.” He smiled again, recognizing my reserved demeanor toward him. “Yes, I’m sure. Any man would wonder, coming home and finding his wife entertaining another man. First, let me assure you that my visit is purely for business and artistic reasons.” He looked at me for a moment and then at Allison, who had been watching me, perhaps gauging my reaction to her photographer friend. He reached out and touched her hand, where it rested on her leg. Actually, it was more like he stroked it rather than merely touching, an oddly intimate and sexual gesture considering that it was, after all, just the back of her hand. I felt myself bristle as he went on. “I’ve made your wife a proposition, but she assures me that it’s not something that she can consider until she discusses it with you. I’m here to facilitate and perhaps lend clarity to that discussion.” It occurred to me that Derek and Louis might be very happy talking to each other, as both seemed to favor a somewhat more formal and stilted manner of speaking than we mere mortals tend to use. I looked at him for a moment, not really grasping where he was going. “An, uh…a ...
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