1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 20


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

    against my abdomen with a fleshy, meaty sound. We were both laughing, having fun, but her laughter ceased as I stepped into the tub; she stopped me, and had me sit on the edge of the tub so that she could take my erect cock into her warm, wet mouth. The laughter stopped, yes, but was replaced by soft moans of arousal and appreciation. She sucked me lovingly, making my cock throb, fondling my balls as she did so. My wife gives great head, and god it felt good! I let her go at it for a minute or two, but it felt so good – too good – and I began to feel the tension of a building orgasm. “Babe, that’s incredible, but if you don’t stop soon you’re going to get a mouthful.” She smiled up at me, pulling away with a lick at my tiny slit. “It wouldn’t be the first time!” “No, but it would be the first time today – and I don’t want it to be the last.” “It wouldn’t be; you’re way too much of a stud for that.” “Mmm, you make a valid point. Nonetheless, let’s hold off and do our bathing while the water is still hot, okay?” She laughed as she gave my balls an affectionate parting squeeze. “Okay, have it your way! The anticipation will just make it better.” She licked her lips. “You’re very tasty though, you and Sir Leaksalot; thanks for the appetizer.” “Our pleasure – really! Now scoot up, and I’ll hunker down behind you.” She giggled. “Hunker?” “That’s what hunks do, right – hunker?” I sat behind her, my legs around her. Her fine little ass and lower back pressed to my groin, my erection ...
    tracing her lower vertebrae. I put my arms around her and pulled her back against me, cupping and squeezing her very clean breasts. She groaned in appreciation and leaned back into me, crushing my cock between us…which actually felt very good! “You could just keep doing that all evening.” “The water would get cold.” “True…too bad. You’re really going to shampoo my hair?” “You bet!” I took up a thirty-two ounce plastic Big Gulp cup I’d put there for the purpose and began to re-soak her already wet hair. The cup was the only jarring note in an otherwise romantic bath, but it served a purpose, and I simply hadn’t been able to find anything better to use. A kettle or a glass pitcher had seemed even more inappropriate - and more breakable, in the case of the pitcher. It would have to do. Once her hair was wet I poured a generous puddle of the thick, velvety, ivory-colored vanilla shampoo into my palm and began to slowly massage it into her hair and scalp. It lathered beautifully, thick and rich, and I could feel Allison turning to jelly as my massage of her hair and scalp relaxed her. She sighed and leaned back against me, letting me simply pamper her for a few moments. My cock, trapped between us, remained rigidly upright the entire time. When it came time to rinse, I set the tap to the right temperature and began to gently pour tumblers of water over her head and hair, gradually rinsing out the shampoo; it took some doing, a number of glasses of clear water as she ran her hands ...
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