1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 24


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

    absent from our marriage. I never saw it coming. You and Allison are not in that type of relationship, are you?” “No. No, I think our relationship is strong and good, loving… we enjoy spending time together. Did Elaine ever explain, offer any reasons for behaving that way, for…” “Cuckolding me? Yes, she did. He was there; it was as simple as that. Their affair had been ongoing for just over two months when I discovered them. He was a neighbor; two houses down the street, a divorced bachelor ten years our senior. A large, gregarious man. He paid attention to her, listened, flattered her. All the things I wasn’t doing because I was so busy and preoccupied.” I was still stunned, trying to accept what he was telling me, not quite able to get past my astonishment that, first, Louis was opening up to me about something so very personal, and second, that they had somehow come through it with their marriage intact. “Can I ask what you did – you know, when you caught them in the act?” He sighed. “I froze, for a moment. Elaine was on her hands and knees and he was behind her – and I was behind them. There’s this moment of utter disbelief, an instant when your mind tells itself that you’re not seeing what you’re seeing, and then the realization that I can’t see the woman’s face and the tiny hope that perhaps it wasn’t my wife… but that was foolish, of course; who else could it possibly be, in my home, in my bed?” “Shit, Louis…” “I screamed at them as I grabbed my gun; back then, ...
    before the children, I used to keep a Sig nine in my dresser drawer. It’s now in a safe with a thumbprint lock, of course. It was just my reaction to reach for my weapon, anger, hurt, maybe fear – this was not a small man, you understand, and I’m not a large, powerful fellow.” I sat there silently, in shock, aching for my friend. I knew that Louis was a marksman of some note, and had won numerous awards in both rifle and pistol competitions. It wasn’t something he would expound on at any length, but he had a couple of small, unobtrusive trophies in his office, and we had talked about it. The fact that he owned guns and was entirely comfortable and proficient with them did not come as a surprise. He continued: “It was horrible, a scene seared in my mind, him climbing off of her, naked, his huge cock hard and swollen, wet with my wife’s secretions…” he shook his head, as if to chase away the image. “Elaine, naked, aroused, her skin flushed, screaming at me not to shoot, crying, begging me… I didn’t shoot him, of course, but I did walk him out of my house at gunpoint and down to the end of the driveway, carrying his clothes, before I kicked him in the ass and told him if I ever saw him near my wife again he was a dead man.” I let out a pent-up breath. “Well… good for you. I woulda shot the bastard.” He looked at me, raising his eyebrows. “No, you wouldn’t have. You’re much too good of a man for that, and your mind would be telling you that something like that would only unleash more ...
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