1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 20


    Date: 10/6/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    object to you, a meaningless boy toy?” “Well…not meaningless! Anything but that. You don’t like being my sex object and boy toy?” “Did you hear me say that? I don’t think I said that!” She laughed again. “Just get the phone, boy toy.” I did, and she did her usual flawless job of ordering Chinese, despite the language barrier. By the time it showed up about forty minutes later, I was in my usual sweatpants and t-shirt, and Allison, after wiping a bit of the excess oil from her skin, was in a floral satin robe which ended about three inches above her knees…and nothing else. And she still smelled divine, of vanilla and exotic essential oils, with just a hint of sex and sensual woman thrown in. If I could bottle that scent I could make millions! The poor Chinese kid that delivered it fell instantly in lust with her – and I say “kid”, although he could have been anywhere from seventeen to twenty-three. Whatever, he was in that age where females are incredibly fascinating, a period which lasts for decades, and at the same time an age where erections are an almost constant way of life - an age which, sadly, does not. In any event, when she bent forward to write a check for him he did his best to look down the open front of her robe, and when she handed it to him he never tore his eyes away from her long enough to glance at it. She could have written it for one dollar and he never would have known! What made it funny was that she was at least three or four inches taller than him, ...
    and that he was so laser-focused on her that he never even realized I was watching everything he was doing. Then again, at his age, near a woman that looked, smelled, and was dressed like Allison was, I would have had the same reaction, and a pants-tent fully pitched, I’m sure. As we were setting up at the table I asked her, “How much did you write the check for?” She glanced at me. “The full amount plus a tip, thirty-one something all told.” “You could have just written ‘put your eyes back in your head’ and given it to him; he never would have known until he got back to the store.” She laughed. “He was trying very hard to look down my robe, wasn’t he?” “You knew that? Pass the sweet and sour sauce, please.” She did. “Of course! He couldn’t see anything.” “That doesn’t bother you?” She shrugged. “I’m pretty used to it – and besides, he was just a kid. He was cute. Fried rice?” “Sure, why not. It is your fault, I guess; you look beautiful, and you smell fantastic!” “And that’s your fault, boy toy. You bought this amazing stuff!” “I did, didn’t I? Guess I’m pretty smart.” The food was good, and we both ate ravenously, our appetites whetted by sex and the wine we’d had. Later we watched an episode of ‘Game of Thrones’, an engrossing, occasionally violent hour with just enough sex and nudity to titillate, and then turned in early. Our bedroom still carried the rich, exotic scent of ylang ylang and lovemaking, and although we were both well-satiated we somehow ended up making love ...
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