1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 24


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

    gray A-line skirt that ended just above her knees. If you weren’t aware of the undergarments there was nothing blatantly sexual about her appearance other than a bit of a schoolgirl look; of course, I was very aware of those sexy bits, and I assumed that he would be eventually as well. She left her hair loose around her face, her soft waves shimmering, explaining that she didn’t want to leave any marks or crimps in it by using bands or clips; her assumption was that it would be styled in whatever way he demanded when she arrived at the studio. We ate a few bites together before we left, our attempts at conversation or banter feeling uncharacteristically strained and awkward, and then departed at the same time. About the only thing that hadn’t felt strained all morning was our interaction with Ruby, who, unaware of the tension, was her usual jovial self. I was tempted to take her with me to the office as a sort of security blanket, but not knowing for sure what demands the day’s business might bring I resisted the urge and gave her some love before locking up behind me. Allison was backing her tiny Pontiac out of the drive as I walked into the garage, and she gave me a wave before turning and heading down the street. I headed for work, feeling a dark cloud above my head; it took me all of two miles before I realized that the cloud was partially due to the fact that Alli and I had not kissed each other goodbye. Even when she was still in bed when I leave, sleeping, we usually ...
    managed at least one small kiss. I know I was a bear all day at the office; couldn’t seem to help it. People started avoiding me early on, and even Marci tiptoed around me until mid-afternoon, when Louis walked into my office and closed the door behind him. “Dave,” he nodded at me, “you alright today? You don’t seem your usual jovial self.” He took a seat in front of my desk, facing me across the somewhat cluttered surface; I had more things on my desk at that moment than Louis would have allowed to cross the surface of his in a month. I smiled weakly, not at all alright, truth be told. “I’m fine, Louis; thanks for asking. I’m just a little out of sorts, I guess.” “Anything I can help with?” I shook my head slowly. “I don’t see how, no. I appreciate the thought though.” He continued to regard me seriously for several seconds before speaking. “Marci told me about Allison and her modeling job today; if it means anything, I think you’re tying yourself in knots over nothing.” It didn’t surprise me terribly that Marci had remembered Alli’s lingerie shoot that day, or that she’d figured out that it was the burr under my saddle; it did surprise me a bit that she’d spoken to Louis about it. “No, it’s probably nothing, but there’s something about it – about this guy – that bugs me.” He picked up Alli’s framed glamour shot from my desk and looked at it yet again. “He is an excellent photographer.” I shrugged. “Not denying that, Louis. He’s very good, no question; unfortunately, he also ...
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